All language subtitles for Northmen.A.Viking.Saga.2014.720p.BluRay

Make no tent on thy ship,

never sleep in a house,

for a foe within doors
you may view.

On his shield sleeps the Viking,

his sword in his hand,

and his tent
is the heavenly blue.

When the storm rageth fierce...

hoist the sail to the top.

Oh, how merry
the Storm-king appears.

Let her drive.

Let her drive.

Better founder than strike...

for who strikes
is a slave to his fears.

The sail!

Gunnar!

Come on, boy.

Wake up!

Where are we?

It's not Lindisfarne, that's for sure.

Behind enemy lines,

behind friendly lines.

What friendly lines?

Eh, come on.

My runes will protect you

on your journey, my friend.

What are you doing?

He needs them more than I do.

What happens when you die?

Then I will be dead.

All right, men.

Our raid on
Lindisfarne must wait.

First, we have
to get off this coast.

We don't even know
where we are.

Well, down here we'll drown.

But that's madness.

I'm a warrior, not a climber.

You heard the man.

Your father would
be so proud of you.

Leave him.

We're going to need every man.

Asbjorn.

Hold!

Hold your lines!

That's a friendly welcome.

What did you expect?

Meeting woman folk?

Archers!

It's them or us.

Archers, on the ready!

Spread out.

Use whatever you can
and make it count.

To Valhalla!

Asbjorn!

Valli!

Won't take him long
to get reinforcements.

Your brother waits
for us in Valhalla.

Asbjorn, come here!

He comes with us.

Asbjorn,
you must leave me here.

He's right.
He will only delay us.

No one still alive gets left behind.

Help him.

Get off.

As you wish, helmsman.

Get up.

What have we here?

Open it.

What a pretty bird you freed.

Who are you and why were you
locked in this wagon?

Scottish. I thought so.

Scotland.

So further from home
than we thought.

Where they eat little Northmen
like you for breakfast.

We better get out of here.

Our nearest settlement
must be to the south.

Two, maybe three days.

They'll never let us in empty-handed.

We are not empty-handed.

Look at the brooch...

and the golden
embroidery on her dress.

This is a special kind of bird.

And special birds
are worth a special bounty.

- Enough to pay for all our heads?
- For sure. Am I right?

Jorund, take your hands away.

Jorund!
Take your hands away.

You are not under
King Harald's command any more.

Aye-aye...

helmsman.

I would not get too near,
if I were you.

If you can understand me,
I need you to come with us.

If you behave yours--

If you behave yourself,
nothing will happen to you.

When your people pay your ransom,
you will be free.

My word for it.

We probably have one or two days
at the most before they come.

Before who comes?

Do you really think nobody
will miss this woman?

Believe me,
someone is coming.

Bride's messenger
is nearing the gate.

Good.

You look distracted.

No cause for concern, I hope.

Giving away my only child?

It's a marked day for any man.

- The king!
- Quiet. The king.

Unleash the great fire.

We are gathered tonight
to celebrate the union

of my daughter,
the Lady Inghean,

with clan Lord Murdill.

For them the great fire
shall burn until--

- My king.
- Speak, man.

We were attacked by Vikings.

They've taken her prisoner, my king.

Bovarr!

No, my king--

Rise.

Tell me,
how is it possible

that twenty of the king's
best men

lose his daughter
to few common Northmen?

We discovered them
climbing the cliffs.

There were at least
a dozen of them.

Now they caught Lady Inghean
and you are still free.

Do you think this is just?

My king-- no!

No, wait!

Was that really necessary,
mercenary?

It will serve as lesson to your
overzealous subjects

not to act without due thought
and deliberation.

But can't question a dead man,
now can you?

We know everything
we need to know.

Your daughter is in the hands
of few Vikings

who obviously stranded.

Otherwise, they wouldn't
have climbed up the cliffs.

They handle their weapons
well enough to beat your warriors.

They need not look twice to see
she is worth a...

considerable ransom.

You bring my daughter
back to me alive

and I'll award you handsomely.

If it is not possible
to free her,

you know what to do.

Inghean can consider herself lucky
to have such a responsible father.

How dare you.
If my enemies see

that a bunch of Vikings
could press gold from a king,

how long do you think it'll be

before every clan lord
rises up against me?

And I will not forget
your impertinence.

You'd better not forget who helped
crush your enemies, my king.

Little brother...

We leave at once.

You will all die.

Either I learned Scottish

or this little bird
is tweeting our language.

Let me go
and you'll save your lives.

Listen, birdie.

If we let you go,

we do not get the ransom.

Without the ransom,
we cannot buy our freedom.

How's Bjorn?

Bjorn...

- You should leave me behind.
- Shh.

No.

We need to find a healer.

Otherwise, he has no chance.

Wolves...

we have a bounty to collect.

Let's go hunting.

We are not going to find
a healer here.

What happened here?

No.

What was that?

So now birdie thinks
she's a soothsayer.

- Get your hands off me!
- Jorund!

You are under
my command, hird!

What did you call me?

You heard me.

So what are you going to do?

Your father would never
have got us in this mess.

My father is dead

and you're under
my command now.

So either you continues with us,
or you are free to go alone.

Hey!

Come here.

- Don't do this again.
- Or what?

You'll not kill me.
Dead, I'm not worthless to you.

True, but wounded by an arrow,

your family will still pay
the full price.

Who are you?

Since this is obviously
not your land,

I shall ask you first.

I am Asbjorn, son of Egill.

And tell me Asbjorn,
son of Egill,

what do you and your flock
seek in this part of the country?

The people are poor,
there are no monasteries to raid.

Oh, there are still some
tongues to be cut out.

We need to find a healer

for our wounded friend here,
Christian monk.

He will not last a day.
He needs shelter.

This is not a good place.

What was that?

One false move
and the pretty dies.

Release her, she's mine.

Pretty.
Drop your weapons!

Drop it!

Drop them.

Move back. Back!

Your keen archer.
Drop it now.

Thorald?

Let go.

Back away!

Run!

- Not bad for a peace-loving monk.
- Yeah, he's pretty good.

You may find shelter this way.

- And why should we trust you?
- You do not have to.

Lay your wounded
comrade there.

And get the fire started.

Enough weapons to wage war
against the whole of Britain.

The weapons
are all that's left of men

whom, like you, confronted me.

Yeah, right.

Hold him.

Don't fight it.

That is all I can do for now.

You may shelter here
until dawn.

We stay here tonight

so that Bjorn can regain
his strength.

Then we'll continue.

Make no tent on thy ship,

never sleep in a house...

for a foe within doors
you may view.

- I know.
- I don't trust Christians.

They pray peace,
yet rule with the sword.

I take the first watch.

As soon as they know
we are after them,

they'll just kill her
and leave her behind.

And who says we want
to bring her back alive?

Dunchaid is an old man.

Have you considered
what will happen to us

when Inghean and her
new husband succeed him?

That's why we cannot
bring her back alive.

The reward
will still be large enough.

I'll tell to men tomorrow
it was the King's decision

to murder his daughter.

Then He said, "Come to me

all of you who are weary
and carry heavy burdens

and I will give you rest."

- Who said that?
- The son of God.

The man who died on the cross?

- See it as a symbol.
- The way I see it,

is that your god is weak

and our gods are strong, so...

What brings you to this land,
Northman?

We were banished
from our homeland.

Then our ship foundered
off the coast not far from here.

Now we have to buy our way

into one of the Viking
settlements in the south.

So your plan is to get the bounty
for your prisoner.

You're not that dumb
for a Christian.

And you are not that clever
for a pagan.

Do you have any idea
who she is?

Of noble birth?

- Perhaps a daughter of a..
- King?

Yes, you fools have captured
Lady Inghean,

daughter of King Dunchaid.

Good.

Now we can command
a bigger bounty.

There will be no bounty in hell,

because that's exactly
where he will send your all.

You will leave in the morning,

so do try to get some sleep.

Only a rested Northman
can plunder and raid.

I have nothing!
I know nothing!

Did we ask you yet?

In the direction you came from

perhaps you saw few Northmen?

If I tell, will I be let go?

The loch by the Auldran Tower.

That's where we found them,

but we were defeated.

The cursed monk,

he got most of us.

- And did they have a girl with them?
- Aye...

but they're at the end
of their strength.

Perhaps the monk
took then with him

up in his tower.

Well, perhaps, indeed.

Am I to be let go?

The rest lies
in the hands of God,

or whoever you believe in.

What are you doing?

- He will recover.
- He will not.

And you know it.

Why don't you just let me go?

You have no idea
what my father is capable of.

He's certainly capable
of paying for you.

Your father isn't the first king
I've dealt with.

Asbjorn,
come and drink with us.

And I thought you didn't
trust the monk.

We don't,
but he has mead.

You gave them mead?

They did not ask.

Gather your weapons.
We leave today.

Little bird.

Still with us?

Save your breath...

for you'll need it
when you enter your Valhalla.

I've been on many conquests,

heard many beliefs.

Why should ours be true?

Why not?

Why not, indeed?

So you are outlaws?

Yes, we are the last of them.

The last not yet under
King Harald the Finehair's reign.

See, when Harald conquered Thor,

my father didn't give up
like the others. He fought.

When he was murdered,
I took his ship

and what was left of our men

and we left home.

And now the king has put
the price your heads?

Yes.

And what will you do
with the woman

when King Dunchaid
does not pay?

What kind of father would not?

Give me your word

that you will not touch
a hair of that girl.

And why do you care?

Don't believe the rumors.

Not all of us
pagans are that bad.

From the fury of the Northmen,
release us.

May Bjorn, son of Olvar,
be already on his way to Valhalla.

We shall meet there,
my friend.

Where are we going now?

- Into the tower!
- We'd be trapped inside.

Then die out here.

- In! In!
- No!

"If I be a man of God,"

said Elijah the prophet
to the captain and his fifty men...

What is that crazy monk up to?

"...then let fire

burn down from heaven

and consume thee!"

That will hold them
for a while.

Men!

Bring in him.

Put him out!

Who are you?

We came for her.

Her loving father
ordered us to kill her.

You're lying. You're lying!

Tell me the truth.
Tell me the truth!

No!

This does indeed
not look like a rescue mission.

We have to get out of here.

Thanks to this monk,
we're trapped.

Oh, ye of little faith.

Get as many weapons
as you can carry.

Come on.

Follow me.

Not much of a choice now.

I need to see their bodies.

Where are they?

Clever.

So what you know
of our pursuers?

We have to know
who our enemies are.

You should
be feeling honored.

He sent his best men on the hunt.
His wolfpack.

They're said to come from
the wild mountainous region

somewhere far in the east--
the Carpathians.

And still just a bunch of murderers.

But if it were up to me,

they would never
have set foot on our land.

And if it were up to me,

you would stay here
and out of our way, birdie.

She is useless.

Her father will not pay for her.
He wants her dead.

Let's just hand her over
to these mercenaries,

then at least we have a chance

of making out of this country.

Jorund, are you really
that stupid?

Perhaps her father will not pay,

but any of his enemies
certainly will.

Now, move.

Where are you taking us, monk?

Have patience.

What does it mean?

It tells of the Path of the Serpent,

the ancient
Pictish route to the south.

- To the Danelaw.
- The Danelaw? What's that? A town?

What?

It's not a town, but a group
of Viking settlements

where we can find safety.

What are these? Boats?

Your knife?

This is the coastline.

That was my tower.

The highlands,

the moor,

the Danelaw.

- That simple?
- That simple, except for here...

where King Dunchaid
still has a line of fortifications.

Then we break through them.

Not even your great army
was able to,

but there's another way.

With a boat, as in the painting,

we can sail around
the fortifications.

Hold it. So now
we're being led by a monk?

Who's to say he's not
luring us into a trap?

He's not leading you.

I say we have no other option
than to accept his help.

Asbjorn,
the monk's not one of us.

He's a Christian.
You should think again.

Who gave us a shelter, hmm?

Who helped us to escape?

If he wanted us dead or caught,
he's had opportunity enough.

Your decision, but I...

shall have my eye
on this monk.

The Path of the Serpent.

The Picts used it
for scouting and hunting.

It goes across the entire highlands

and ends down at the sea.

And that's where the boats are hidden,
in openings in the cliffs.

But in the next full moon
the winter storms begin

and the openings
will be flooded until spring.

That's only in a few days time.

One moment.
What's in it for you, monk?

Thanks to you

I also have to reach safe haven.

Another reason would be
a big bounty for some Vikings.

- You're one to talk out.
- Stop it, all of you.

You have no idea
what you are up against.

The more time we waste
the closer the Wolves come.

They come on horseback.

As soon as they pick up our trail,
they'll catch us.

You should listen to
you prisoner.

We have to slow them down.

That way.

Wait.

What if it's an ambush?

So what if it's an ambush?

Let's go.

- Little brother.
- Mount up.

What about the wounded?

We move on.

- Mount up!
- All right, come on!

They're already coming.

And why should we
believe you?

I see what the land
reveals to me.

- Of course you do!
- Enough.

- Let's keep moving.
- Yes.

On horses they will be
upon us in no time.

We need to catch them
before the waterfall.

Move!

We won't make it!

Thorald.

Almost there!

Come on!

We will make it.

Inghean.

Are you injured?

- I don't think so.
- Keep going!

- We have to go, now.
- You came back for me.

You keep your puppies
well-leashed.

And yours have left you
all alone.

Lady Inghean,

your father is concerned
about you.

Now hand her over.

So be it, Northman.

- We must follow them now.
- No!

We wait.

- So we made it.
- Not so fast.

We need to find a way
of stopping them here

or we can forget about
reaching those boats.

Thorald, stay here
and watch out for the Wolves.

Everyone else, follow me.
We have work to do.

One man is guarding the path.
The archer.

- This is a Viking sword.
- It is.

I always had the feeling
it was waiting for someone.

Either one of my splinters
shall slay my opponent.

Hail mighty Tyr.

I pledge to walk unswerving

through fire and blood and steel.

- Will your gods help?
- They will.

Sure, as always.

I know Tyr will help us.

I personally believe
in more earthbound help.

And this will work?

Nice.

You're early.

Take your rest.
I'll keep watch.

And I hope they try.

It seems someone's crazy
for Valhalla.

So, uh...

this is how you
Christians pray, is it?

I preach His word
any way I can.

But it will take more than prayer

to vanquish Dunchaid's men.

One day I was ordered
to the most dangerous place

for man of God--

the land of the Picts.

But not only was
I able to win their trust,

they accepted me
as one of their own

without bloodshed.

King Dunchaid was at war
with the Picts.

In order to put
an end to bloodshed

he asked me to mediate.

So...

I persuaded the leaders
to attend a meeting with the king.

Dunchaid had
all the leaders killed...

and anyone left was enslaved.

- You couldn't have known.
- I should have known.

I should have saved them,

but I failed.

I retreated from my order
to a life of solitude.

"God settles
the solitary in a home,

but the rebellious
dwell in a parched land."

Seeing as you're with us now...

can a monk be rebellious?

Can a Viking not?

We shall never make it.

Will the sun ever rise and set again
without you complaining

like a fishwife, hird?

Skald,

if you call me that name
one more time...

- Then what?
- Enough.

The Wolves are enough
for us to fight.

Rest now.

We move at first light.

What's a hird?

The hirds are
King Harald's bodyguards.

Jorund was one of them.

That was until King Harald
set them upon everyone

who disagreed with him.

You mean men like you?

Jorund became an outlaw
and fought with me and my father.

After our defeat,
he fled with us.

So you're not even welcome
amongst your own?

Just like you.

Tonight should've been
my wedding night.

Don't worry,
my heart isn't broken.

It was a profitable move
for my father.

That explains why you
were locked in the wagon.

I can't imagine you
as a loving wife.

Quiet and obedient.

Well...

I'll take that as a compliment.

They're here!

Haldor?

Where is Haldor?

Where is Haldor?

- Grim.
- Haldor!

Haldor!

We cannot leave him!

When you take your revenge,

Haldor will be smiling
down on you,

but not now, not here!

Look out!

No!

Eyes open.

Run.

Now what?

You're welcome to swim,
but I'll be crossing on that.

Northmen!

I will hold him up.

For Haldor.

We will.

- The rest of you, over the bridge.
- You heard the man.

Take care of Inghean, my friend,
and defend that bridge.

Vikings, show no mercy.

Asbjorn, you made the right
decision about that monk.

He is not so bad,
for a Christian.

You know, it would be quicker
to just jump in the ravine.

Jorund, go.

Come on!

Vikings.

Vikings.

Gunnar.

Yeah!

Come on!

Make haste.

You'll lie dead here!

Whoa!

Right there!

Go to sleep, little doggies.

- Gunnar! To the bridge!
- Yeah!

Asbjorn!

No!

Grim!

No!

Gunnar!

No!

Start cutting the bridge!

This was just the beginning,
Northmen.

We have to go on.

It should have been me.

It should have been me.

It was my time.

Hjorr, come here.

There's a path.

- That has to come out.
- It's fine.

Do you want to go
to the Danelaw

or to your Valhalla?

Wait!

What are you doing?

Against gangrene.

Skald, if you continue
with this pace,

we should still be here
for Ragnarok.

The coast.

- We're not there yet.
- Ugh.

Wait!

What is it?

I'm not sure.

Inghean,
I believe in what you see.

What do you see?

Inghean...

They're coming.

On horseback.

Then let's stand
and fight them right here.

This is no place to fight them.

There has to be another way.

The boats
are not much further.

We can still get there.

That's the only hope.

Then let's go.

Come on.

The moor will be their grave.

No more running.

Here.

Vikings!

Thorald, wait.

Thorald.

Asbjorn!

How many times
do we have to kill you, Northman?

At least one more time,
mercenary!

No!

You're coming with me,
Northman.

I'm sorry.

Thorald.

When the storm rageth fierce,

hoist the sail to the top.

Oh, how merry
the Storm-king appears.

- Let her drive.
- Let her drive.

Better founder than strike.

For who strikes--

Is a slave...

Be on your way.

We're too late.

The boats are in those caves.

The openings
are already under water.

Why am I not even surprised?

So what's the plan?

No more talking.
Let's fight them. Come on!

Forward, men!

Advance!

- Steady.
- Steady!

No!

Charge!

We can take them.
Come on!

- Gunnar, you'll die in vain!
- No, I die in battle!

Look!

Asbjorn!

And now, my King?

Archers!

Take aim!

- Gunnar!
- I'll fight!

- Gunnar, he has the boat.
- No, I fight!

I thought we'd lost you.

Asbjorn!

Not bad.
Not bad at all...

helmsman.

Let's get off this coast.