All language subtitles for Beowulf.and.Grendel.2005.BluRay

Grendel

Pappie

Let this great horn tell the world
no man stands above the Danes.

All we look up on is ours.

Hrothgar much loved king of the Danes.

Under Odin's eye I blood you lucky
on all parts that leave this hall.

May all those who cross
these steps find a happy heart.

Yay!

Olaf!

Olaf! Pal!

Where were you when all this happened?

Asleep.

I'd had some beers.

What fucking thing would dare...

G'day

Good day.

I'd love much to know man, whereabouts?

Fish beach.

Likely I'm the only one
who names it that.

Where I get fish.

I'm Beowulf

Beowulf?

Yea Beowulf the what?
Heh? The eel meal?

You've never had another?
Wash up like myself?

In the name of Breca? Ahhh.

We were out hunting walrus
a couple of days ago...

when a storm came up and ate our boat.

So this is just you coming in now?

Yeah

You've ever swum in the open sea?

I leave that to my boat.

Ahh. I'd like to think you'd bother me.

I can't see much life in that.
Do you do this a lot?

I take what comes.

Good then you'll have no qualms
if supper tastes like you.

Eat, be yourself.

So, what's it like being a hero?

Qualling things with axes and,
and that sword of yours. And what.

Kinda bloody madness. Heh

In truth I don't get all that mad.

So, ah hah-hah,
A hero ah, a hero for supper.

Don't my shit shine.
Hah, hah, hah.

I'm in your debt

I'm in the fishes.
All these days have come for theirs.

The winds were kind.

No storm waylaid Sawthwood
from his hard walk home.

None in Geatland held so strong the love
of kin as Beowulf.

But coming home he heard the tale.

Friends to the west
slept with slaughter.

...from death upon the Danes.

Great Beowulf alone had best it bares
thought fearless in their mood

for men but now he brought a half score

or more Geat swords
to swing against this thing.

Let's hear the names

Breca the loud.

Right from the seas.

Lost no son in hoisting sword.

Hoisting swords?

He couldn't hoist his own sail.

Well huncho. Queller of puffins

...and beer.

Shook his shields to shake the world.

No. Just on that scum troll's head.

Beowulf.

Well as we've done these last few years
this sail holds grim bliss for me.

A thing that takes two hundred
in arms is no small thing.

But I will see Valhalla
or that thing's head on a pole.

Aye, aye, aye

So that Danes might say Geats don't
wield words where swords speak truer.

Ayyye. Yea.

Great as our own shield king Is,
there is another nearest kin to me.

None bleed for a better king
than Hrothgar I'd die happy.

Loved as he.

But we live happy even now.

So, Beowulf goes at dawn to the Danes
all you who go along, keep us proud.

Yeahhh!

And if you can find Hondscioh
a wife our sheep have had enough.

Troll!

Troll!

Troll! I call you out!

Troll!

Troll...!

Meet me the like if you dare!
Or fight me in hell. You hairy creep.

Creep. Creep!

Are you wounded?

The thing wouldn't fight.
It spared me to witness this.

Then get up off your arse
with your Thanes insight.

This is no ground for a game.

Ahh, you're wrong where a king
who has had his balls hauled up

his guts it is the ground.

All the broken bone wretches
I've flung to death.

And to Valhalla.

I don't know.

Is that the look of
a man going happily up to the feast?

Or down to the worms?

You talk like a mad man.

No!
Just like the Danish king of daylight

Get up now or do we bury you here?

Is that your wish?

With your thanes in sight?

Whose wife would you have me be?

A burly sword of Christ to cleave you
thus, and thus and thus!

That's one shiny sword.

I'm told you're the Dane's king.

Connaught wishes you well

Celt, you're a ways from home

I am but safe with the sword of Christ.
Father Brendan.

Christ. I - Heard of him.
You ever have much luck with trolls?

I'm of the thought
they've never crossed paths,

but if you're willing to bow
before Christ you shall feel

the blessing of his great strength.

My Gods don't ask me to bow.

And nor should they dare
if they won't protect ye.

To fear God's fools is an honor.
I've come to drive this evil out.

With your stick?

With the fire of heaven!

Well if your heavers on fire
you'd better look to that.

You leave me
on a dish for the troll then.

Leave me.
And if I don't see man stone.

I shall see God's!
I shall see God!

Ahhh!

Selma, should I fear for my husband?

You've got nothing better to do?

Sweet don't play the bitch with me.
I don't ask much and I don't ask often.

No one dares dirty your name around me.

Nor yours around me.

Hrothgar dies happy, in his sleep.

That's a lift.

Selma, I could find
a place for you inside.

We chose our beds along time back.

Men!

Hold there!

As you wish.

Is this land Dane?

It is and you're not.

So unless you're ready for a shower
of arrows you tell who you are!

Two blows from this
and fifty men will be on this beach

before your next breath.

Fifty birds maybe.

Is that then your word?

I'm Beowulf.

Beowulf the Geat?

Ahh, here we go.

We come as friends for Hrothgar.

Well we welcome friends.

Bring what you need.

I'll have men look to your ship.

Welcome to Daneland

By Thor they have the spark of cows.

Who's that?

Selma, a witch.

The happy would keep
a boat length from her

Happiness isn't everything.

She sees people's deaths.

That is one beer hall.

If you like to drink with the ghosts.

Beowulf!

Oh my little Beowulf,
nobody tells me anything.

I somehow think of you as smaller

I was eight when I left.

Ahh you've grown. Ahh.

I'm sorry we didn't mean to wake you.

Wake me.

I'm a grief crippled king half drunk
in the middle of the afternoon,

what's there to wake?

By the gods it's good to see you.

You think you need a beer?

- Ah, ya.
- Aye.

If Geat were seeking a wife,

this room would hold better
up than most.

So many.

Widows.

Widows far too early.

Ho, ho.

Ah...

With my King I welcome you all.

We can never forget this gift.

Hahh. Nan..aaaan

From this night on
the only working flesh

this troll feasts on will be it's own.

Yae!

With the morning,
your curse will be less than a shadow.

Yas!

Well maybe not less,

but I mean to hold in my hand
the head that by my sword

no more steers a dead troll body.

Yas!

We'll hoist the shield now

Drive that hunger back down it's mouth.
Await, can chew on it's tongue.

It can chew on it's own stinking stone
of a heart,

...but no more Danes.

We mean to put an end to this fiend.

Yas!

As other's vowed

Unferth!

By you will dear Queen.

We're wiser in knowing the hearts of
those who tangled with that thing.

Those are dead.

I don't brag of wrestling with it.
Nor of Being able to kill it.

The troll broke down these doors with
twenty Danish warriors sleeping inside.

What gives thirteen Geats better hope?

We won't be sleeping.

Unferth!

Sit!

Or see your guts in a dish.

Now before the dark will
sharpen us... play, drink.

No.

Since it began we'll have Swedes,

Saxons even Sloths even coming
to see how weak we were.

Ya I know, I look like walrus shit.

Comes from fighting things you can't.

All bad dreams end.

We'll see you in the morning
for herring and egg.

Herring and egg?

Now, if there's anything
you need to tell me about it,

now would be the time.

I'll stay here.
Amongst you.

We'll bring you the head -
throw it in with the herring and egg.

Priest.

Where did you spend the night?

Why was such a dark wretch spared?

That's not what he asked.

Wise king.
You must know of the name of Clovis

The Frank?

The Frank, yes, yes, the Frank.

The Christian Sword over land ten times
what the Danes hold dear.

He's dead.

Yes, ten years now.

...but not before he saw God's grace.

The Visigoths of Aquitaine, the Romans
and the Syagrius, Burgundians,

Alamans all fell before him
and all because he had God's ear.

As I recall yours had a thousand swords.

Neighbors offered wine and pork
and no eyes at his ribs.

And no fucking trolls!

And no fucking trolls!

My skinny hand can only bless,
but trust me.

This thing shall meet it's end
in striking me or those of mine.

Madness has it's wonders.

The Celt sat straight in
the path of the thing.

It was not touched.

The Celt held no sword.
Perhaps the thing hates weapons.

The old men were armed, true.

Others here in arms have been spared.

I have been waiting for Odin
to bring me my death.

He hasn't.

In his wisdom?

This is where the blood trails led.

I tell you,
this troll must be one tough prick.

Do this climb every night after supper?

Why don't you blow your horn now,

I wouldn't mind
those fifty bows bragged of.

I could bring the bows.
But the men are gone.

Thorfinn!

Are you alright?

- I'm fine.
- Good

A little high up for driftwood.

What are we fighting here?

A Thing beyond our ken.

Could spread out...
meet back here in a year?

We're out of our world.

Padre, santi...

Go in peace my son, go in peace.
Next!

I was off in a dream.

Wish I could bring a better one.

Baptism they call it.

Unferth feels that he's fallen
from the grace of the gods.

It's not every mars wish
to sit in blood.

If this Christ can stiffen
Unferth's heart, what's the harm?

They swim only out of fear.

But still... they swim.

Dusk soon, eh.

You a herd dog?

I've been called worse.

I'm Beowulf...

Yes. The much-told hero from Geatland.

So who are your people?

None. I came here in my teens.

A whore to Unferth's uncle,
Alvis Three-Legs.

So you're not then Dane?

Oh I am.
My family was killed by Wulfing raiders.

Ah, my father too...
not killed, but...

I mean, but a feud
with the Wulfings brought us here.

I guess you weren't made a whore.

I'm told you know of things to come.

Hmm, that's a wide sea.

Of deaths of things.

Seeing that everything living dies
you still give me the sight of gods.

Speak clean. You wonder of yourself.

More of the troll.

Not of yourself?

In some things I'd rather be blind.

You're worse than Loki
with your sheepshit twining.

The death of the troll will cost dear
both the Geats and the Danes...

as it bloody well should.

Why as it should?

The Danes have done their doom on him.
And you come here to kill.

Day's going down.

If we want to be ready...

Careful with what you don't understand.

Has this thing,
this troll killed any children...

- No
- women?

Old men?

What are you saying?
It fights with a clean heart?

It kills the strongest first.
It shows us and kills the strongest.

Who cares if he spares the children?

They'll die anyways
without their fathers.

My wits still war
with how this all began.

Head for the mead hall...
I can only guess.

The night we finished it,
before creep came,

we hadn't seen a troll in
fifteen twenty years.

So nothing was done to the troll itself?

Oh Beowulf!

It's a fucking troll!

Maybe someone looked at it
the wrong way!

Some Dane?

Who hands you this? Selma?

Come on.

She's been out in the wilds too long.

Her head is full of spiders,
her lap is full of moss.

It's said she sees things.

Well the crazy do see things.

I never begged anyone to come here
and take on our fight.

I don't hold you here...

I know you don't.

Then don't saddle my heart
with the talk of

why a fucking troll does
what fucking troll does.

Watch the sides!

Cone on crab slime,

show me these teeth.

O'er the night, the warriors waited,
sword and shield in ring wrapped grasp.

Then the fiend of bog and brine reached
those doors of ten mens weight,

...bade it creak by breath alone.
But then smelt God amongst the men.

Hardly had they hoisted steel,
this thing's rank guts gave out.

Great Beowulf, God's awful arm... -

Enough! Go on, go off kids.

Go on, go off!!

You scare them doing that.

Oh fuck, Thorkel.

They've only had months of waking
to the scattered parts of kin!

Don't feed them lies.

That was piss the other night -
piss on us.

If any gods were around there,
they were sleeping.

Celt says that Jesus Christ
never sleeps, that he walks amongst us.

Oh, that's all we need.
A god gone mad from lack of sleep.

Enough!

He's already fighting like that Dane.

You want to waste your strokes
on me and the air - go ahead.

Hondscioh had a bad dream.

And yours were good?

Here with the smoke of the dead?

I don't see fear helping us.

Watch you don't drop that.

Fear has it's place.

I wondered if you threw the bones.

I need the right path.

There is the one
that leads back to Geatland.

If the bones say so.

What if I lie?

Then the gods will bring me back.

So. No thoughts at all for my cunt.

Warrior-monk huh,
there's not many of those.

Troll!

Leave here...
or stay and meet your doom!

Doom... doom...
doom doom doom doom doom doom doom

Is that talk?

It isn't barking

What?

You're not Dane,
that's why you still breathe.

I'm blood-bound to Hrothgar!

Blood, blood, blood, blood...

He says that's your burden.

My burden...

...is your stinking life!

Come down here,

I swear I'll hammer these stones
right up your hairy arse!

Garble

Why won't he fight me?

Why should he?
You've done nothing to him.

What was he doing at your hut?

I forgot. You're the great Geat -
welcome to women wherever you go.

Swimmer of oceans...

able to kill five Swedes
with one stroke of his great blade...

We came to help the Danes find peace.

I'm Dane. I'm at peace.
Not that I always was.

When Alvis Three-Legs died in my bed,
some claimed I killed him.

So they drove me to the wilds.

Then they'd only come around to
maybe spill some seed.

Not since Grendel.

Grendel?

Your troll.

Weirdly enough he has a name.
It means grinder.

Of bones.

No, of teeth.

He was born with bad dreams.
Nothing I say will help you kill him.

As long as the king wins the day.

Always, my lord.

Another bloodless dawn.
For you at any rate.

I'm pissing it.

Blood?

It's cone and gone over
the last few months.

I'm turning into a woman.
Or a dying man.

I spoke with him last night. Grendel.

You talked?

If you can believe what Selma says.

He was above me in the rocks.
But he spoke, words.

He only wants Danes.
He blames you for something.

Oh he blames me!

He blames me!

Of all the shit he blames me!

There's coves north of here
no Dane even dares to go!

How much land does one mouth need?

What does he think he is
some sort of fucking troll Caesar -

with rights to everything he looks upon?

Beowulf, the word
on the waves is I die happy.

No gods I've ever know has
offered me that.

They promised me beer,
fish here and there...

and friends to burn.

It's hard to hold you spoke
to that thing.

From well beyond my sword.

Something has you turning.

I fear he just waits for us to go.

Same thought gnaws on me.

Now Celt bless me or be done.

Go in peace my lord, go in peace.
Wise king go in peace.

That's it my lord, praise the Lord.
Praise him.

Go with the thorn of Christ, wise King.

Grimur's got a troll-heart!
He brought the troll here!

I'm a Dane and a Christian!

And your mother screwed trolls!

You little prick! You!

The Troll killed my brothers.

But this wretch didn't
but we'll get the one who did.

Now on you go. All of you, go on!

I can lead you to
the Dane-killer's cave.

Why didn't you before?

Ahh... I feared it's wrath, my death.
No more. No more.

Over there.

Great.

So who jumps first?

It'ss...

a-a short climb down.

Our scabby friend's right.

I can see the hole.

Give us a hand.

I-I swear - by

Christ.

Let's leave Christ out of this.

We need a rope.

- I'll rope ya.
- Might not be a bad idea.

Hey troll - have some of ours!

...so they came to
the cave of the killer.

Wrecked by rush and slime of slope
Hondscioh fair fell to Valhalla

Let's uh let this sad tale sleep.

Hondscioh shows up -
great Odin asks how he died.

He says -

- I... fell?

Breca!

Breca!

Even the trolls love my wonderful hair.

I think he wanted you
for more than that.

Great Breca, the Troll-house Pisser!

I'd be more careful
where I wave my spear.

I'd piss in his mouth
if he dared to show it.

Best be ready to do more than that.

Beowulf

Look!

Our friend Grendel doesn't come
from mist and shit alone.

I curse you and all your kin.

He wasn't in his cave.

How does he die?

Unless your teeth can catch an axe.

I led my men into this... not knowing.

If I'd known, I'd have come alone.

Now I see doom hanging
over some of them.

Doom I brought.

You found the cave.

That's where I see him dying.

Would you wait in your cave

and for killers who knew
the path to your door?

Take me to Grendel.

What, you think I can sniff him down?

Maybe not, but he can sniff you.

Which way up from here?

Straight... but you'd need claws.

Then again, heroes... -

You hit me, I'll be the one -

One to what?

I can't stop his death from coming...
nor can I hurry it.

He needs to know...
I know he was wronged.

But if he doesn't leave here
I can't stop...

You're warning him.

Careful which side you end up on.
You're a long way from the village.

You're a longer way from home.

Wake up men,

or never again!

By Christ, demon, you shall die!

Pappa

Now you truly know our loss.

You only told us half the tale.

The other half would dull your sword.

That troll didn't give a shit about us,
not till we wronged him.

He killed one, ah,
he could've killed more.

He killed the one he held in blame.

Were it so easy... I'd have been the one.

I killed his father.

And even that might have been an end

...had it only been the father there...

None of the others saw the child.

But I could've quelled it there
and then...

but weakness stopped my sword.

Or kindness.

Well then
it's the hardest kindness I know.

All the gods are running away
from me now -

as though I were the death itself.

What had the father done to you?
Why did you kill him?

He crossed our path.

Took a fish.

Without an arm...

Unless it grows back.

He's a troll

Tell me, Thorfinn. What is a troll?

They say there are lizards
that can grow back limbs.

They say there are worms
that can grow back heads.

This thing's no more worm than you or I.

You know, I've put my thing in other
men's wives, other men's daughters...

All can be forgiven

I slept with a witch -

You slept with a witch?

That's gotta be bad.

I put my thing in her.
That was a while back... -

So long as you vow to change your ways.

Oh, you know I'll try,
right, but... ahhh.

Ya! Ya!

Ya! Ya! Ya!

Where's the arm ring?
I wanted that arm-ring.

He didn't have an arm-ring.

Sure he did.
Listen the creep near snapped my neck.

Figured I'd at least get the arm-ring.

To the end of gloom!

To the end of Gloom!

To the end of Gloom.

I don't think I'm the worst king...

Not at all... -

...when I think of the others.

Martin Longsword has got
a long sword, but no brains.

Half his kin ran off to Angle-land.

Six-tooth Peter the Slav can't keep
his warriors from fighting each other.

Then... there's Sig!

Sig?

Sig Skullsplitter of the Hathboards.
Havert you heard of Sig?!

I don't know... something... with sheep?

Sheep! Good God, man!
Sheep are just the tip of it.

They say he tried it once
with a dead walrus...

he's tried horses... he's,
he's tried goats.

They say he tried it once with a,
with a rabbit... and got stuck...

Stuck?!

I tell ya, when he comes to a fight,

he comes with six legs...
and you want to see fast?!

If he ever comes here,

I'll just send out
a batch of squirrels!

That'll stop him!

It's over now. It's over.
The troll's dead.

Come on now dear.

Let's lie down a bit.

There'll be many more nights now
to drink.

Is this more or less as you saw it?

With the troll?

I saw you more bloodied.

Luck stood at my side.

Luck can be a whore too.

Aren't you missing the meal?

Guess I miss my friend more.

Hondscioh.

And one Geat's life worth what?
Huh?

Two Danes...? Three Swedes...?
Ten trolls...?

Hondscioh's life had worth to you,
since you knew him.

Others know others.

You mourn the troll.

I knew him.

One night Grendel found my hut.

He never took me again.

So why did he keep coming back?

Keep the Danes away.

The ones who'd fuck me
and then cut my throat.

Where...
Where did that have it's birth.

You thinking you can tie me up
and drag me like a dog.

Don't forget.

I know how you die.

Been a while?

With men... yeah.

He slept with a witch.
Who sleeps with a witch?

I'm telling ya, Christ you'd thought
the Celts were work but these

it's one hand on their sword,
the other on their dick...

which hand they'll
use to cross themselves,

I almost fear to ask...

Learn from your child, hag!

Aeschere! Aeschere!

It's Aeschere.

Aeschere!
We will right this wrong!

God will burn this devil-bitch-fiend!

Nothing lives here.

Cave doesn't end here.
There's outflow from the other side

I'll go.

You can't swim for shit.

Your father.

Then be proud.

Valkyries will have their hands full
with that old goat.

I'm sorry to have brought you
to all this.

We brought ourselves.

At least it's over.

The Celtic priest said I'd be forgiven.
I just need to hook the right god.

You ever worry about that? Heaven?

I'm thinking I'll likely go
where I'm sent.

You know they'll kill your son
if they find him.

You couldn't.

I'm not them.

No. You just killed his father.

Hrothgar taught you nothing then.

Sleep, Grendel.

...born of scum and swampy things
lurking in his mother's moss

the mark of Cain came to his brow,
of evil and a sea-hag born,

Grendel, grinder of lost men's bones.
Felt hated toward the happy Danes.

Cain... what's that?

Man who killed his brother
in a Christian tale.

What's Cain got to do with Grendel?
Grendel kill his own brother too?

No, I think Thorkel's saying
that Grendel's like Cain - a killer.

We all are.

Yeah, well

Thorkel's tale is shit.

- By Odirs will...
...let us find our way home.