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(IF I HAD A HEART PLAYING)

(WIND BLOWING)

HARALDSON: I cannot believe
this is happening.

We agreed to raid with
the mighty Ragnar Lothbrok.

Now we are running away.

You saw what happened.
You were there.

What would you
have done differently?

I don't think you understand.

This has nothing
to do with us.

We bought into the magic
of Ragnar Lothbrok.

We thought no one
could stand in his way.

In our world,
we cannot accept compromise.

We cannot accept failure.

Someone is always
responsible for failure.

If I were you,

I wouldn't talk about Ragnar
Lothbrok like that to my face.

(SIGHS)

Have we been beaten?

No, not us.

Not the gods.

Just Ragnar.

You know
this weakens you.

This weakens you
in every way.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(BELL TOLLING)

Count Odo, I am
forever in your debt.

Well, the tribute should not
all go to me, Your Highness,

but to your warriors
and soldiers

who have surpassed
themselves in courage,

and proved themselves worthy successors
to the armies of Charlemagne.

You are the
savior of Paris.

Tell me, what can
I give you as a reward?

It distresses me to
say so, Your Highness,

but I fear the trust
you have placed

in the Northman Rollo,
is misplaced.

How so? Has he not
guided us well?

Well, it's true he has contributed
to the defeat of his brother.

But that was not
for the sake of Paris.

It was a quarrel
between them.

And now Rollo
has the upper hand,

I fear he may revert
to his instincts.

Rollo's conversion to
Christianity is a joke.

For there is nothing else in
the mind of the pagan Rollo

but the destruction
of Paris and its emperor.

You may be right.

COUNT ODO: I am right.

And Roland can confirm it.

I believe we can no more trust
him than trust a wild boar.

In any case, Your Highness,
he has now served his purpose.

Then?

Then you must use your
power, and proceed quickly.

Arrest Rollo before he can savor
and celebrate his triumph.

Or before he escapes to
raise an army against us.

But my daughter...

Will get over it.

She is young, and can entertain
the prospect of a more...

Civilized marriage.

I am grateful
for your honesty,

as well as your valor,
Count Odo.

Let me reflect on
this for a while.

(HORSES NEIGHING)

CAPTAIN: Open the gates!

(EDMUND PRAYING)

God bless the King!

CROWD: God bless the King!
God bless the King!

Thank you, Your Grace.
I feel blessed indeed.

We have won a great
victory in Mercia!

God be praised!

CROWD: God be praised!

And there is no
more Ruling Council?

Not when the councilors
all lie abed in the earth, no.

(KWENTHRITH LAUGHS)

And Wigstan?

He has renounced
all this world

and gone on a final
pilgrimage to Rome.

- I let him.
- Then I am Queen again!

Judith, have you any news of
your husband or of Alfred?

No, Sire.
There is no news.

We must hold a special
mass to pray for them.

But I know
the boy is safe.

Athelstan walks beside him,
every step, every mile.

Of that,
I am most certain.

And now,
forgive me.

I am weary,
and must rest.

(CROWD CHATTERING)

(HORSE NEIGHS)

(SHIPS CREAKING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

LOTHBROK: Bjorn!

What?

Tell everyone we're going
to make camp here.

Why would we
camp here?

Just do it.

I want to know why.

You don't need
to know why.

Sound the horns!
We camp here!

(HORN BLARING)

(OARS SPLASHING)

(ALL LAUGHING)

(SIGHS)

Sigurd.

What?

Are you not hungry?

What's wrong with you?

Don't you like to listen
to Harbard's stories?

Why don't you tell
me what's wrong? Hmm?

Is it something
to do with me?

I wish my father
was here.

Everything is strange.

Hey, boy. Sigurd!

Let him go.

You don't understand.

I want to tell
him that I love him.

He has
the wrong idea.

I love all of you.

(BIRDS CAWING)

LAGERTHA: What
are we doing here?

HARALDSON: Yes.
We also want to know.

What is the point
of making camp here?

When we ought to
be continuing downriver.

When we came up, we saw a
few sizeable settlements.

They were ripe
for attacking.

At least we wouldn't
go home empty-handed.

But they
are not Paris.

We left Paris behind.

Maybe you have,
but I haven't.

- What do you mean?
- What I say.

Nobody here understands what
you're saying, King Ragnar.

Well, then maybe they ought to
listen, instead of talking.

We are going to lift
the boats up the cliff.

Then, we are to carry them
across the mountains,

past the forts,

and then simply sl de them
back into the river. Upstream.

HARALDSON: Carry them?
Up there?

Yes.

Up there.

You can do that,
can't you, Floki?

Or am I wrong?

No.

I can do it, Ragnar.

I can do it for you.

Everything I do,
Ragnar, is for you.

Let's empty
the boats.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

My Lord,

I trust you are well rested
after such great exertions.

Forgive me, I had
to come and see you.

We have important matters
to discuss between us.

Indeed.

You know, of course,
that I am with child.

And who, pray,
is the father?

Your son,
Aethelwulf.

My son?

Yes.

After he rescued me,
we formed an attachment.

A sincere attachment.

How strange life is.

Have you told Judith?

I have told
no one but you.

I also need to return to
Mercia, as her true queen,

by your good graces.

You are no longer
Queen of Mercia.

(DOOR CLOSES)

But if, if the council are all
dead, and Wigstan is gone, then...

You are no longer
the Queen,

because I am the King.

You are the King of Mercia?

And of Wessex,
together. Yes.

Waerferth.

Before they were
unfortunately put to death,

the members of the Ruling Council,
along with your family,

were obliged to put their
seals to these documents,

whereby Lord Wigstan,
in the presence of

the laity and
the clergy of Mercia,

accepted both your
abdication from the throne

and my assumption of it.

What?

As you see, the devices are legal,
the documents, binding.

Both in the eyes
of men and of God.

No! You are a monster!

I always knew.

But, until this moment, I never realized
how truly monstrous you are!

My own sins seem so trivial,
so unimpressive!

How do you sleep at night, Lord Ecbert?
How do you sleep?

(WEEPING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

MEN: Heave! Pull!

MEN: Heave!

VIKING 1: Hand me
two of those.

VIKING 2: Keep them coming.

VIKING 3: Take hold of this.

VIKINGS: Pull! Pull! Pull!

VIKING: It's al ready
on the cliff.

VIKINGS: Pull!

VIKING 1: What do you
want me to do?

VIKING 2: Take the rope.
Tie it off.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

VIKING 2: I have it.
You take that one.

Ah, you had
better say that.

Grab the other side.
Grab it!

HARALDSON: You're insane,
Ragnar Lothbrok.

You're insane. Because
this is beautiful.

It's beautiful.

After everything we
heard and thought,

we still
underestimated you.

We feel stupid. I feel
stupid right enough.

But we're honored to be here with
you doing the impossible.

Your Grace,

I wish to commend you for everything
you've done for me, and for Paris.

And for me.

I gave you my word.
And I kept it.

Then I drink to you, and salute you,
and thank God for you.

Amen!

The defeat of Ragnar Lothbrok
will resound down the ages.

What defeat?

As long as my brother is stil
alive, he is not defeated.

He has retreated.

His chance to attack
again has diminished.

And in the meantime, we can continue
to build our defenses against him.

You talk as if you no longer
need me to protect you.

I do not wish to give
you that impression.

You should also know that I am
carrying Rollo's child.

(INHALES)

How strange life is.

So let me drink to
the first child...

(CHUCKLES)

...of our
Frankish-Viking alliance.

Long may it continue.

Salut.

Good afternoon.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

THERESE: I have not
seen you for a long time.

I suppose you
are bored with me.

You are very
amusing, Therese,

but I was busy fighting the Northmen.
Did nobody tell you?

Of course they told me.

You are a great hero.

But still, since you
returned to the city,

you've made no
effort to see me.

And, in the meant me,

I have had
an interesting idea.

What idea?

I thought, for once,

you might like me
to whip you.

Of course, you can
choose the whip.

And you will always be able
to tell me when to stop.

But I would prefer to
decide that for myself.

You are right.

The idea appeals.

(INHALES)

Sigurd, stop!

Where are you
taking me?

You have to come.

(GOATS BLEATING)

(WOMEN CHUCKLING)

(MOANING)
(GASPS)

(GASPS)

(MOAN S)
(WOMEN CHUCKLING)

Are you ready?

Yes.

Strike.

(GRUNTS)
(SCOFFS)

Harder.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, yes.

Much harder!
I barely felt that.

(GRUNTS)
(LAUGHS)

No, no, no. Harder!

If you insist.

(WHIP LASHES)
(SCREAMS AND GROANS)

(GASPING)

Roland?
ROLAND: Poor Odo.

- Who would have thought?
- How could you?

You are like a son to me.

Really?
(PANTING)

No, no, Roland.
No, I beg you. Please listen.

(SHUSHING)
(GAGGING)

(STRUGGLING)

(GRUNTS)
(YELLING)

(WHIP LASHING)
(COUNT ODO YELLING)

(MUFFLED GROANING)

(WHIMPERS)

(COUNT ODO GROANING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Judith.

No, do not smile.

You'll not want to smile after
I've made my confession.

What are you talking about?

You know that the child
I carry is by your husband.

Yes, I know
my husband lay with you.

And I forgive you.

Both he and you, for
Christian charity, and for love.

Sweet Judith.

Judith, ineed your help.

I am betrayed.

Betrayed?

- By whom?
- By the King.

He has made himself King
of Mercia, at my expense.

And now I am nothing.

Ecbert did this
to you? Dear God.

- What will you do?
- I cannot stay here.

I will take Magnus
and I will go away.

- Where?
- Somewhere.

Anywhere that
Ecbert is not King.

But, Judith, I need
your help to escape.

Will you help me?

Thank you, my friend.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

(ASLAUG SCREAMING)
(UTENSILS CLATTERING)

(UTENSILS SHATTERING)

(ASLAUG SCREAMING)

(ASLAUG WEEPING)

(GRUNTS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(YELLS)

No. No.

No, no, no.

Stop it. Stop.
Stop now.

Stop, stop, stop.
(ASLAUG CRYING)

Why are you
so angry, little one?

Huh! You don't know?
You don't know why?

What have I done
to you? Hmm?

I haven't done
anything to you.

I love you.

How can you love me when you sleep
with every woman in Kattegat?

Oh, I don't sleep
with every woman.

Only those who need me.

(EXCLAIMING)

Enough now.

Enough. Enough.

I do not love these other
women as I love you, hmm?

I have sex with them to free them of
theit devils and their fears.

I take their troubles
upon myself,

as I took Ivar's
pains upon myself.

Everything I do
is holy.

That's why you
called me back.

I heard you calling to me across
empty oceans and vast deserts.

That is why I returned.

I try to live
like the gods.

I reject everything
of this world...

Honor and glory, love
of oneself, even shame.

I only care about
the will of the gods.

Only then can everything
worldly pass away,

can the voices of
the gods be heard.

And then their
spirit dwells in me,

and I feel the ability
to heal and prophecy.

And take on the sins
of the world...

Upon myself.

I have broken my life
for your sake!

I do not know
if you are a god,

(MOANS) but all I longed for was
your presence and your caresses.

I will always be with you,
little one. Always.

But do not try to
possess me, hmm?

Because possession is
the opposite of love.

Give this to Ivar. Hmm?

Where are you going?

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

Do you still think
the moon is a god?

You know, of course, about
Kwenthrith and my son?

I also know that you have taken the
crown of Mercia from her head.

I had no choice. None.

No one in Mercia was ever going
to accept her as Queen again.

Even had I wanted
to reinstate...

But you didn't
want to, did you?

You'd worked it out
before with Waerferth.

Everything had
been arranged.

- Isn't that true?
- It's true.

And I ask
your forgiveness.

- My forgiveness?
- Yes.

Because I cannot
ask for God's.

I know I'm already
beyond that.

But if only you
will understand.

Why me?

I love you.

I know you may treat this
statement as compromised...

Disingenuous, perhaps even as a I ie.
And why shouldn't you?

But the funny thing is...

It's true.

I have lied about
many, many things,

both to others
and to myself.

But I find
to my surprise

that I cannot
lie to you,

nor escape
your judgment.

Please, Judith...

Don't forsake me.

BJORN: Pull! Up!

(VIKINGS GRUNTING)

Slow!

WOMAN: Ah! Help me!

That's it!

Here!

(MEN GRUNTING)

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

That's good!

Erlendur! No!

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

Pull!

WOMAN: Pull!

(EXHALES)

Pull!

Count Odo has been
executed, by my order,

for disloyalty
and high treason.

He deceived me, even though
I trusted and rewarded him.

And for such deception
and treachery,

there can only ever
be one punishment.

Your Grace will now be entrusted
completely with the defense of our realm.

This is the Iron
Hand of Frankia.

I give it to Your Grace

as a symbol of my favor.

GISLA: Thank you, Father.

You have made
the right choice.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Wait.

Come here.

Why did you look
at me that way?

In that fashion?

(SOFTLY) Why should
you pity me?

I think you carry
a terrible burden.

And you carry it alone.

LAGERTHA: Are you ready?

Do you believe?

Why does the most famous shield maiden
in the world ask us if we believe?

Of course we believe.
I never had any doubts. Never.

We will travel to Hel
and back with you and Ragnar.

I have to go.

I know. I'm going
to come with you.

Ah, no, you are not.

I am coming.
Don't deny me.

I've made that mistake before.

I'm not her. And I'm going
to save your life.

Helga.

(SOFTLY) Helga.

I have to leave.

Leave?

We must cross
the mountains.

But you will be
safe here.

You stay here. Get well.

I don't mind.

But don't die, Floki.

(SNIFFLING)

(LOTHBROK BREATHING HEAVILY)

Ah.

I'm leaving.

I need you to give me
what you have left.

There is nothing left.

You're lying again.

Let me tell you...

The only reason that I wanted you to
come was because of the medicine.

I am here because you
said I was a free woman.

I never said that
you were free.

I said that you could come

and go as you please.

You're a liar.

You've lied to me and you've
lied to your people.

But you made the mistake
of telling me your secret

about the slaughter of the
families in Wessex.

(GRUNTING)
(STRUGGLING)

It's here.

(LOTHBROK BREATHING HEAVILY)

It's all right. It's all right.
(EXHALES)

Now, make sure that you disguise
the boats from the Franks.

And take care
of Helga. Huh.

(SOFTLY) Hide
yourselves well.

Go on.

Go on.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

- Halt, My Lady! Come with us!
- No! Let go!

- Magnus!
- Clear a path!

Magnus! Wait!

- Let go of me!
- Make way! Make way!

Magnus! Let go of me!

Magnus!

You must understand that I
cannot allow you to leave.

Especially,
not with Magnus.

What difference
does it make to you?

It makes
every difference.

Magnus is the son
of Ragnar Lothbrok.

When Ragnar Lothbrok returns to
this island, as well he might,

I want to show him the son that
I have cared for and protected.

You also carry
my son's child.

Am I not entitled to show an
interest in his future?

And besides,

where on earth
did you intend to go?

I intended to go as far
away from you as possible.

That is not acceptable. You will
stay here and be confined.

I will place guards around the villa.
Do not expect to escape.

MAN: Heave!
ALL: Heave!

MAN: Heave!

ALL: Heave!

MAN: Pull!

ALL: Heave! Heave!

ALL: Heave!
VIKING: Pull!

Pull there!
ALL: Heave!

MAN 1: Pull there!
MAN 2: Pull!

(CHANTING IN OLD NORSE)

MAN 1: Pull!
MAN 2: Pull!

ALL: Heave! Heave!

MAN: Heave!

MAN 2: Slow!

Release!

ALL: Heave!
MAN: Heave!

MAN 1: Pull!

More rope!

(GRUNTS) Pull!

Good night,
sweet Magnus.

(WHISPERS)
My sweet child.

Wait.

You have been forbidden
from entering.

I must see the King.

It is impossible.

(GASPS)

Hyah!
(STRUGGLING)

(SHUDDERING)

(MUFFLED GROANING)

(STRUGGLING)

(GROANING)

(GASPS)

(GASPS)

Things could have
been so much better.

(SHUDDERING) Things could
always be better.

(GROANING)

(SHUDDERING)

How does it feel to be so close
to death, Mighty King Ecbert?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

You know that
I will kill you.

One stab, and my unborn child
is the future ruler of Wessex.

Of course
you could kill me.

But if you kill me,
my guards will kill you,

with no questions asked.

(LAUGHING)

(CHUCKLING NERVOUSLY)

(SOBBING)

Do you know what would
have been better for me?

Can you even imagine?

To have been
born a man.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(STABBING)
(GASPING)

(GROANING)

(GAGGING)

Poor Judith.

You have killed twice over.

(GASPING)

Look what you have
made me become.