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RAGNAR:
Tell me about Paris.

It has these walls
all around.

This city is impregnable.

Give us the name of the
father of your child?

Athelstan.

(SCREAMING LOUDLY)
Athelstan.

ATHELSTAN:
The Lord has come to me.

RAGNAR:
Then you're a Christian again?

With all my heart.

It is better that
I leave Kattegat now.

What do you mean?
You cannot leave!

You're the only one I can
trust so you must stay.

FLOKI:
Blood must be spilled.

A sacrifice be made.

My purpose is clear.

Lord, receive my soul.

There is nothing that
can console me now.

Forgive me, my friend,
not for what I have done.

But for what I am
about to do.

(IF I HAD A HEART PLAYING)

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BOATER:
Lord Ragnar.

It is all very well
to criticize others.

If they had agreed to act,

the progress of the Northmen
would have been frustrated

at every reach
of the river.

But while others have neglected their
responsibilities, I have not been idle.

Paris has been prepared
for this attack.

We are well-provisioned
with food and water,

enough to last
the whole summer.

I am relieved to hear it.

To some extent,

we are at your
mercy, Count Odo,

for you must protect us
against these pagans.

Your Highness, it is still not too
late for you to leave the city.

Many here would urge
you to save yourself.

Surely,

they would blame me for abandoning
our capital at such a time?

Perhaps they would think it
is a sensible precaution.

Allow me a moment
to reflect, Count Odo.

GISLA:
Father?

Count Odo thinks it might be
a good idea for me to leave.

You must tell Count Odo that you have
no intention of abandoning your people.

That whatever happens,

you will stay with them,

be with them,
protect them.

I am sure, father, that that
was always your intention.

Count Odo,

I am determined not
to quit the city.

Not in its most
urgent hour of need.

The next few
days and weeks

will test the faith
of all of us.

I pray to God Almighty

that not one of us
is found wanting

in either courage

or belief.

Yours is a heavy burden,

Count Odo.

You have many Christian
souls in your care.

I carry this burden
with a light heart,

knowing I share it with our Lord,
and with your Highness.

But I must ask your Highness if you
have appealed to your brother,

the Eastern Emperor, for help?

He could surely provide
an army for our relief.

I will not ask either of
my brothers for help.

I must prove myself better
than my brothers, Count Odo,

and these Northmen have
provided the opportunity.

Defeat them,

and I will be seen
as a worthy successor

to my grandfather,

to the great Charlemagne.

So you see, Count Odo,

that your burden is...

really much heavier

than you imagined.

(MAN SHOUTING WAR CRY)

Raise shields!

(MAN SHOUTING ORDERS)

ROLLO:
Climb! Climb aboard!

Row! Row!

KING ECBERT:
Mmm.

Forgive me

for asking, my son,
but how is your marriage?

It's a marriage.

It is hard to forget
what happened, and...

I try hard to forgive,

as our Lord
requires us to do.

"Even those who
trespass against us."

I'm glad to hear it.

There is something
I wanted to ask you.

Judith is King
Aelle's daughter.

What does she think
of her father?

And...

what would she think if we
decided to overthrow him?

- You would really do that?
- Of course.

How else would I become
Bretwalda, King of Kings?

King of all England.
Of course I must overthrow him.

I just wondered how
upset your wife would be.

From what Judith has told me,
there is no love lost between them.

That is what I thought.

Do you plan to invade?

Not initially. I have
certain plans in place.

Various suggestions
to invite chaos.

Including, perhaps,
assassination.

My god! Father,

- Aelle is your ally and your friend.
- Oh, no.

Not my friend.

I don't have any friends.

It's better that way.

(BABY CRYING)

Come here, Alfred.

Come to your grandfather.

A magnificent boy!

ECBERT:
I wonder how he is?

JUDITH:
Who?

- Athelstan.
- It's that name again.

Why must you forever
bring him to mind?

For when I think of
that filthy apostate,

it reminds me of how my
wife whored with him.

And how much more she should
have suffered for it.

- ECBERT: Aethelwulf!
- This is not to do with you, father!

This is between me
and this Jezebel!

This harlot!

(BABY CRYING)

Leave. Now.

Here.

(SNAKE HISSING)

(HISSING)

You wanted to talk
to me, Ragnar?

I miss him.

Athelstan.

I wish he was
here with us.

Since you carry his cross,
he still is here with us.

He would have been useful.

We will manage
without him.

Well.

We have no choice now.

(GRUNTS)

Father, forgive me.

(CRIES OUT IN PAIN)

Holy Father, forgive me.

For behold, I am
a miserable sinner.

(SNIFFING)

MESSENGER:
I must speak with the prince.

Prince Aethelwulf!

Prince Aethelwulf!

You have interrupted
the sacred.

- There is no excuse.
- There is one, my Lord.

Death waits for no man!

Who is this?

You sent nobles with Queen Kwenthrith,
to look after our interests in Mercia.

What happened to you?

The Queen repudiated
the contract she signed with us.

She wants to rule alone.

(GROANS)

She tried to kill all of us that were sent
to safeguard the interests of Wessex.

- She is quite mad.
- Speak no more.

Rest, my Lord.

I know we have had our
differences of late.

Perhaps it is my fault,
I have not been myself.

I want you to know, Floki,

that I need you.

Now more than ever.

I've always

believed in you.

Right this way.

I want you to be in
command of this raid.

Me?

Sit, sit.

It's okay, sit.

King Ragnar, we
have reached Paris.

- Now, we all want to know...
- Puh, puh, puh, puh...

The king...

my oldest friend has asked
me to take command.

So...

How do we best
attack the city?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Some of us...

have taken a closer look at the city
from further up the bank.

And we suggest a plan.

To mount simultaneous attacks both
from the water and from the land.

LAGERTHA: I will lead an assault on
the tower and the gates of the city.

We will attack
the gates together.

LAGERTHA:
I said I would lead the assault.

We may need the tools
Erlendur made.

I will make that decision,
if and when we need to make it.

- I trust Earl Kalf to make it.
- I don't think you were listening.

At the same time as the
attack at the gates,

there will also be
a river-borne attack.

The ships will be filled with
warriors and means of scaling,

we will beach
beneath the walls.

We will climb up and gain entry
to the city that way as well.

In which case, Floki,

you will be responsible
for constructing

whatever it is we need
to scale these walls.

(SNICKERS)

Oh, don't you worry
about me, Rollo.

I will make something
truly astonishing.

Just wait and see.

All those who agree
with the plan, say aye.

ALL:
Aye!

Aye.

Let's hope the gods
bless your efforts.

(SNICKERS)

(ASLAUG SPEAKING IN NATIVE TONGUE)

Please take her.

Take my baby.

What are you
talking about?

I cannot care for her.

Of course you can.

I can't.

I want her to be
like your sons.

I want her to be Viking.

What does it matter
what you call someone?

Whether she's Viking or not
Viking is not important.

What is important is that
you love and nurture her.

For if you are fortunate,
she will grow up healthy.

And give you grandchildren
to be proud of.

Think of Bjorn.

I am...

This is why I want you
to raise his daughter.

Bjorn loves you.

Bjorn will be much happier

and better off without me.

- That is not true.
- It is what I believe.

It is a very selfish
thing to believe.

(SNIFFLING)

I cannot help it.

Your daughter needs you.

She needs her mother.

You must not
talk this way.

Pray to Freya.

Freya will comfort you
as she comforts me.

We women bear
heavy burdens.

But it is not
to be helped.

And even when we are
dealt with harshly,

remember, it is the gods who
have woven our destinies.

Not ourselves.

My son.

I have another mission
for you on our behalf.

You must go to Mercia
and persuade Queen Kwenthrith

that her interests and
ours are one and the same.

She has killed six
of our nobles.

Yes.

That is certainly...

unfortunate.

And she ought
to be punished.

So much for gratitude.

What kind of a world
do we live in,

when the friends of our friends,
kill our friends?

But still, there is a way for this
deluded Queen to find some redemption.

There is?

My son,

Mercia has been weakened
by years of civil wars.

She is no longer
what she was,

and must acknowledge
the power of Wessex.

Without Wessex, Mercia is now more than
ever at the mercy of the Northmen.

As well as other
Saxon neighbors.

Like Northumbria?

Precisely. Like Northumbria.

Yes.

Those closest, but unexpected,
can sow a terrible harvest.

I charge you
to go to Mercia.

And tell the Queen that she may be
forgiven for slaughtering our nobles

but only if she begs mercy and
reconfirms her subjugation to Wessex.

If not,

we will show her
the iron fist.

We will invade and we
will destroy her,

and her limbs being fastened to four
horses, her body will be torn apart.

Or something of that sort.

But also tell her that we have
a repugnance for such measures,

being Christians.

Torvi...

Torvi, I should
have spoken before.

Why?

You know why.

It doesn't matter.

I am not with child,
neither am I a child.

I took advantage.

So did I.

Uh...

This is for you.

- What's that?
- Nothing.

- Let me see!
- No.

You are hurting me.

It's far too good for you.

Whore.

ODO: The Northmen have been scouting
the countryside, and our defenses.

We must expect
an attack any day now.

EMPORER CHARLES: Gisla, I regret
not sending you to safety in time.

It is much on my mind.

I did not want
to be sent away.

I wanted to stay
here with you.

There is nowhere I would
rather be than here in Paris,

beside you, in
your hour of need.

But I must tell you both,

I have been much
about the city.

The people of Paris are frightened
to death by this pagan army.

So far, only their firm belief
in god's grace and protection,

prevents them from becoming
hysterical and violent.

I am aware of the need to pacify
and control the population.

Thank you, Princess Gisla.

Perhaps you yourself might
help to reassure them

that we are well-protected, and have
enough supplies to withstand a long siege.

Though, god willing,
it will not come to that.

You may rely upon me to do
everything possible

to persuade the people
of our ultimate victory.

Even your presence in
the city, Princess,

helps them to believe in that.

Yet it is for my father
to lead us to that victory.

Is it not, father?

I must to bed.

I am tired.

But I am glad we have
had this conversation,

and I am also very glad that I have
placed my faith in you, Count Odo,

as well as in God Almighty,

for the successful
outcome of this matter.

I must too go to bed.

Of course.

And yet I beg you to stay
a moment and listen to me.

You once refused my
offer of marriage.

What had I achieved?
What could I offer you?

But then I heard how many other
offers of marriage you had declined,

from men far richer,
far grander than me, and...

So, it gave me hope.

And my hope is that once I have
successfully managed the defense of Paris,

and the defeat of
the Northmen, and...

gained a new and high reputation,

you will look again
at my proposal?

If you save Paris,

I will forever
be in your debt.

But your first
duty, Count Odo,

is to concentrate on the
defeat of the Northmen.

On that, I am sure
we both agree.

FLOKI:
Higher up.

FLOKI: Pull again, pull again.
It needs to be more at an angle.

You must be hungry.

I have brought you
something to eat.

I'm not hungry.
My work nourishes me.

I have so many
responsibilities now, Helga.

Everyone is
depending on me.

My inventions will allow
us to enter Paris.

You will see, Helga.

Our warriors will
storm the walls

and we will all win
the greatest renown.

Especially me.

Floki, the boat builder.

Floki, the tower maker.

But, of course...

it's not me making
these towers.

It's the gods using
my poor hands.

Do you know why they
are helping me, Helga?

Do you know why?

It's because I gave
them a great sacrifice.

I appeased them.

I delighted them.

I filled them with joy.

Do you know what
I did, Helga?

Do you know what I did?

I killed Athelstan!

(HORSES GALLOPING)

Whoa! Whoa.

- Who are you?
- You know who I am.

Now take me to her.

Not until you tell me the purpose of
your visit, the Queen will need to know.

Queen Kwenthrith knows
perfectly well,

that the son of King Ecbert of
Wessex wishes to speak to her.

She would certainly be ill-advised
if she refused to meet me.

Look! You...

Do as you're told.

If you want
to spare your life.

Judith...

You spoke before in the
baths of the Romans.

I was surprised.

Most of our people know
nothing about them.

I still know very little,
but I was always curious.

I have some words, here...

from the Romans
themselves.

Athelstan helped me
to translate them.

Athelstan?

(READING IN LATIN)

"Don't ask, we may never know, Leuconoe,
what the gods plan for you and me.

Leave the Chaldees to parse
the sentence of the stars."

So strange.

As though he is here,
talking to us now.

"Of expectation. Life's short.

"Even while we talk, time,
hateful, runs a mile.

"Don't trust tomorrow's
bough for fruit,

Pluck this, here, now."

Well, whoever wrote those
words must be very wise.

Judith.

As long as there is
breath in my body,

I will protect you
and your son, Alfred.

Believe me.

Hm.

(WOMAN MOANING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING WILDLY)

(ATHELWULF GRUNTING ANGRILY)

KWENTHRITH:
Prince Athelwulf.

Do forgive me for
keeping you waiting.

I was bathing.

Queen Kwenthrith,

I bring a message
from my father.

He condemns the murder
of our nobles,

who accompanied you
here in good faith.

He insists that you reaffirm the status
of Mercia as a client state of Wessex.

Ah, so much talk
of business.

Come, now.

May I offer you
a cup of wine?

To our alliance.

(TUTS)

There.

Now, come.

Sit.

(SIGHS)

So...

I'm quite happy to discuss
these matters further.

What is there to discuss?

- My father insists that...
- My father, my father!

How old are you,
Aethelwulf?

Hm?

Do you always do what
your father tells you?

Don't you have your own
thoughts and your own feelings?

I have feelings of duty.

I try to do what is right.

For my country
and for my god.

(LAUGHING)

Oh.

Do you know what I wonder?

I wonder what your father
threatened to do to me.

Hm... Let's see.

Did he want
to tear me apart?

Violate me?

Whip me?

Oh, whip?

Would you like to whip me?

Would it excite you?

Oh...

Come to my bed.

After all, why not enjoy
what your father enjoyed?

Lead me not into
temptation,

but deliver me from evil.

Goodnight.

Sweet dreams.

Come.

Prince Aethelwulf?

May I present
to you, my son,

Prince Magnus.

Hello darling.

That is a Northern name,
that is not one of ours.

Oh, clever you.

Yes, he's named
after his father.

His father?

I think you may know him.

Ragnar Lothbrok.

Our nobles...

before you killed them...

never reported that
you were with child,

still less that the father
was Ragnar Lothbrok.

Nevertheless, he
is Ragnar's son.

And nothing will stop him from
returning to these shores

both for Magnus and for
his settlement.

We have destroyed
his settlement.

Then he will return with
vengeance upon you.

In which case, it will
inconvenience us a great deal

if he were to find a ready
ally here in Mercia.

So whether or not this poor
child is Ragnar's son,

makes no difference.

He cannot help you.

And you can't
threaten us with him.

Guards!

(CHUCKLING)

Queen Kwenthrith,

You would be
unwise to kill us.

It would give my father
the very pretext he needs.

A pretext to invade Mercia
and become its king.

He may even have been
prepared to sacrifice me

to attain his ends.

So, if you value
your life,

and that of your son,

then I suggest you sign the documents
we have brought with us,

reaffirming the fact that Mercia
is a vassal state of Wessex,

and must, in future,
pay not only homage,

but also taxes to Wessex
for the privilege.

Everything ready, Floki?

Yes. Everything is ready.

Tomorrow we attack Paris.

(GIGGLES)

(BELL TOLLING)

(REPEATING WITH CROWD AS CHANT)

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