Original subtitles

I've found a guide who can take you safely to your destination.

He's local,

and they say people from there have centuries of experience

with the weather, rivers, and glaciers.

Will he require payment? - Will he what?

Will he require payment? - Yes, yes.

But you will have need for his knowledge.

He's a good worker too, he can help build the church.

As you wish.

Lucas... I must remind you...

or...

The island is very different from Denmark.

People there...

the weather, the winter, everything is completely different.

What I mean to say... it is of paramount importance that

the church is built and ready before winter arrives.

This is understood, yes?

The church will be ready before the first snow.

Many are moving from the east coast

because of the volcano that erupted.

Will this impact my journey?

No. Well, you probably won't pass near the volcano, but it'll be more

difficult to read the rivers, they can rise more than usual.

They say the volcano emits a stench, a smell so foul, it's as if

the Earth has shat its pants.

The smell can be so overwhelming that people lose their minds.

That's easy to do up there.

It's summer now, so it's bright both day and night.

This can be exhausting for people who've never been there before.

They can literally forget to sleep.

My interpreter has warned me.

When I look at your face

it reminds me of myself thirty years ago.

A slightly healthier version...

Lucas...

you must adapt to the circumstances of the country and its people.

Otherwise, your task will come to nothing.

I'm well aware that at times your task will seem... monumental.

And it's true, it is, and no one claims that it will be an easy one.

This is why you were chosen.

But forget all that and think about the apostles,

sent to preach to the world.

The whole world and everyone in it.

This wretched, miserable, pathetic flock of lonely men.

But they did it. Which means that no task is impossible.

And therefore, your task is not impossible.

GODLAND (in Danish)

A wooden box was found in Iceland,

with seven wet plate photographs taken by a Danish priest.

These images are the very first photos of the southeast coast.

This film is inspired by these photographs.

It's important that they stare straight in the eye.

He says it's important to look directly into the eye.

Remember, you must stand still...

You're not supposed to move.

Completely still. - Dead still!

As if you're dead.

Just, as if you're dead.

Shush...

One, two, three,

four, five, six.

GODLAND (in Icelandic)

Remember the letters and the books.

How do you say books?

Bók, singular... bækur, plural.

Bók... bækur.

Like a native. - Shut your mouth!

And how do you say that? - What?

Shut your mouth.

There are many ways to say shut your mouth in Icelandic,

just like there are many ways to describe bad weather.

Rigning.

Rigning.

Suddi.

Suddi.

Úrkoma.

Úrkoma.

Úði.

Úði.

Vatnsveður.

I can't... I can't remember them all.

Úrhellisrigning.

Pass.

Demba, skúr...

That's... that's enough. - Slepja...

Úrhelli. - Stop.

Votviðri, væta, hrakviðri.

And all of those words mean rain? - Yes.

Make up your minds.

Rigning...

Rigning... (rain)

Bátur... (boat)

Bátur. (boat) - Yeah.

Prestur. (priest)

Maður. (man)

Maður og prestur. (man and priest)

Who is going to read all these books?

The priest.

Damn nonsense...

How heavy is it?

We'll work it out.

It'll slow us down. We can distribute the weight.

Saw it in half.

Saw what? - Saw the cross in half!

We don't have a saw.

Let's ride and let's ride hard, into the woods...

long is the journey...

Are you Ragnar?

The foals are lazy, I've lost my knife,

lost my shoe...

Do you speak Danish?

Ride, ride in a row! The horse's name is Planke!

The foal's name is Abildgrá and Ole will ride it.

Where is he riding? To the royal court

to woo his fiancée, Tania is her name.

I'm Lucas.

The priest.

A Danish devil.

You have a horse?

Yes, many. Many horses.

You have a horse for me?

This is your horse,

a fine horse.

Up!

Now? - Yes.

We're leaving right now?

Up!

Open the gate.

What's his name?

Torsk, Þorskur.

Cod?

Like a fish?

Pull evenly on the harness!

What?

Easy.

Don't be so rough on him.

What?

Easy. - No, no, no, no.

Get off.

Get off!

Look at this. Still, still!

Look!

Like this, slow and easy. Look!

Can you see how I do it?

Up, like this. Friðrik!

Don't ruin a perfectly good horse.

Dog!

Then we drag in the catch tomorrow morning.

Ragnar, I don't understand what you are saying.

Good night, priest.

Do you want to play? Want to play? Yeah.

Want to play?

And how is the pasture before the sands?

There's plenty to bite.

Then I'll take three, and one sheep, that should do it.

You won't get the horses.

The horses... Why would I want the horses?

You won't get them.

I don't want your horses, we have plenty of horses.

Good, cause you won't get them.

Good. Has your father lost his senses?

Yes.

Pay the man.

You are supposed to pay.

For what?

Grass for the horses.

There will be no pastures when we go across the sand.

You look miserable.

Uncrossable seems the river today...

The current is worst of all,

With large icebergs floating around,

no horse will walk through it...

A bit more.

It's on both sides, but never mind.

Now we lift it.

Up with the animal!

Where are you going?

Where are we going?

Off to find a picture.

To find a picture.

I'm not sure if I'm allowed to tell this story,

but here it goes anyway.

I don't remember exactly how many years ago this happened,

but the man in the story

is still alive... and he's not that old.

He had been traveling around these parts for over a day

before finally finding a place to rest.

But during the night he woke up because his horse was uneasy.

It was a bright night, like now, and the horse couldn't stay still,

The man tried to calm the horse down, it was a wise horse,

it had never acted like this before so the man was becoming uneasy.

When the horse finally calmed down,

the man heard something moving in the grass by the riverbank

and was very startled when he looked into the water, filled with eels.

The eels were crawling over each other in the slimy mud...

Do eels have teeth?

Shut your mouth!

And the man instantly realized that he was witnessing

a breeding process that no living man had ever seen before.

But what the man found most frightening

was that the eels emitted peculiar sounds.

A sound that was strangely familiar to women's sounds of pleasure.

This was a brave man, not afraid of anything,

so he went back to rest close to the water

and quickly fell into a deep sleep, exhausted after a long journey.

But when he woke up, he didn't feel very well.

He was dripping with sweat

and drained.

He could sense that something was wrong

so he grabbed the largest stone he could find

and stormed towards the water and threw it fiercely into it.

And when the water settled, not a single eel could be seen.

He rode off in such a hurry

that he forgot the saddlebag with all the food.

When he had traveled for a while,

he began to remember what he dreamt that night.

It was hard for him to describe his dream,

but this is what he told me.

He dreamt he was approaching his farm;

it was illuminated with oil lamps,

a thick smoke was hanging over the farmhouse.

He got off his horse and entered the house and into a thick wall of steam

and saw the house was full of naked men from neighboring farms.

He knew their faces but couldn't speak.

Then he began losing all strength in his legs

and slumped to the floor.

No one came to help, they didn't even look at him.

Then he began hearing a strangely familiar sound

and when he looked further into the house he saw his wife

lying under another man.

He watched as men took turns on his wife,

while she moaned like the eels in the mud.

He couldn't move a muscle, couldn't breathe a word.

At this point in the story the man was tearful,

saying that he had to witness this horror

for what seemed to be an eternity.

After this terrible nightmare

he couldn't face a single man in the region.

He even had trouble being intimate with his wife.

But each and every year after this event,

he searched out every single marsh and pond in the region

and ripped apart and shred to pieces every single dirty eel he could find.

Can we cross the river?

It's deeper than I thought.

What does that mean?

Deep. It's very deep today.

But can we cross the river?

Don't know.

You don't know?

What do we do then?

If we can't cross the river here, we can't cross it anywhere.

All other spots are uncrossable.

If we can't cross the river here, we can't cross it at all.

Then we'll cross here. We'll do it now.

Or we go back for a day to find pastures

and return in two days to assess the river.

We go back to find pastures and return in two days.

Two days?

No, we're crossing it now.

Get ready. We're crossing the river today.

It's just water.

If it falls, then just try to hold on to him.

It always finds a way to cross.

What? Wait! No! Help!

Ragnar! Ragnar! No!

Ragnar!

Ragnar!

I don't know what God intended for him,

but he must've been needed elsewhere.

Sometimes, a life must end so that another can be born.

Rest in peace, my friend.

Where have you been?

Go away.

Keep moving.

Come on. Be determined.

Easy now. Easy, easy.

Come here! Not that hard.

Relax the reins a bit.

Just come down.

We can come this way up.

Priest. Come down here.

I can't do this anymore, Ragnar.

What are you saying?

Come on. What's going on, priest?

Get your ass down here and get the horse up on this side.

Snæsa, come and help him.

Where do you come from, waterfall?

Which way do you travel home?

Will you come to us?

Or will you travel with them?

Two, three, four,

five, six, seven,

eight, nine.

Your dog moved less than you.

Goddammit!

Satan!

It's getting rather cold.

He isn't looking so good.

What happened to your hands?

Bárður, Þórður, Böðvar, Lúðvík,

Héðinn, Beinir, Ari, Kári.

Torfur, Borgar, Konrák, Hinrik,

Kjartan, Marteinn, Svartur, Ketill.

Bjarni, Árni, Ljótur, Pétur...

Túlkur. (translator)

Bárður, Þórður, Böðvar, Lúðvík,

Héðinn, Beinir, Ari, Kári.

Steindór, Einar, Haukur, Krákur, Hannes...

Heavenly Father, my Lord, and my God, who made me when I was nothing.

Things are not going as planned. I cannot travel any more.

I cannot ride any further. My body is...

I can't sleep here tonight.

I cannot speak to anyone. I don't have a voice.

I can't be here any longer, with these people.

I need help.

Help me, advise me and remain loyal to everything that you have promised.

I want to go home... You need not be here.

Go back. Go home... Or stay here and die...

I am God.

So much of the divine piles up in me that I cannot die.

It's good to see you again, old horse.

What is your secret?

Why don't you talk?

Were you sent from above? From Habakukk?

Are you the flying horse,

swooping down from the heavens to devour us?

Sad old Þorskur is useless and unloved,

meager and frayed from being mistreated.

He is decaying and rotting and worn out and broken and done.

All done.

He is tired and battered.

Ragnar! The priest fell!

Where are you going?

Let me take a look at you.

Friðrik, bring me some water!

One, two and pull!

One, two and pull!

Anna walked towards the hills, the animals play in the forest.

The roads ahead are broad and steep,

Madam's Honor, the Fine Madam's Honor.

She met a man in the mountains, the animals play in the forest.

He looked just like a horrendous troll Madam's Honor,

the Fine Madam's Honor.

So he chopped off her head and her feet, the animals play in the forest.

And buried her under the roots of a tree,

Madam's Honor, the Fine Madam's Honor.

Off he rode to the farm of Carl, the animals play in the forest.

At the door stood dear Ida, Madam's Honor, the Fine Madam's Honor.

Little Ida, come and play, the animals play in the forest.

I will give you a silken scarf,

Madam's Honor, the Fine Madam's Honor.

Take it out and show it, please, the animals play in the forest.

But then she saw her sister's seams,

Madam's Honor, the Fine Madam's Honor.

Carl, dear father, rise to your feet, the animals play in the forest.

Your daughter's killer is at the door...

What are you singing, girl?

None of your business.

What have you got there?

None of your business.

Ida.

Want to see the house of the Lord?

Yes.

You can also see it.

No, thanks.

You don't speak Icelandic?

Yes, a little bit. But I prefer speaking Danish.

Not for long, Ida.

You are Icelandic?

Well, half of me is Icelandic and the other half...

Look, if I move my hand like this, slowly from the right to the left...

just around the middle I start speaking Danish...

although it's actually from left to right, not right to left.

I speak Danish too.

Yes, but not very well, right?

Goddammit! I'm sorry!

Should I get my father?

I'll go get my father, I'm sorry.

Father!

Father!

He's awake!

You'll be glad to hear that

the construction of the church is going well.

If everything goes according to plan, we'll have a church up before winter.

Ragnar has been most helpful throughout the process.

We're lucky to have him... and so are you.

Seeing as he is the one who brought you here, more dead than alive.

Dammit! I'm sorry... - Don't worry, it's fine.

There's no punishment for spilling a glass of wine.

This is what happens when you invite an Icelander.

They drink your wine and spill the rest!

I'll do it.

Lucas, you have been very silent.

Do you want to say something?

A prayer, perhaps?

We would be most grateful.

I thank you for your mighty kindness, from my grateful heart, dear Lord.

And I thank you for bringing me safely here

to Carl and his two daughters...

Ida.

Ida.

Anna.

Ida and Anna.

We thank you for the food in front of us,

for the friends that surround us,

for the love between us and for your presence among us.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Thank you.

We are happy to help,

and you are always welcome to visit or dine with us.

But you have to leave the house tomorrow.

I cannot have another man in the house while I

raise my two daughters.

You understand, of course.

Of course... - May I ask you a question?

Why the long journey? When you could have just sailed here.

I wanted to travel, to see the land and get to know it,

photograph it and its people.

What people? Were there many on your way?

I don't know.

Who did you meet?

I don't remember.

Of course. It will come back to you.

So, what do you think about this unforgiving island?

I'm sorry.

No, no worries.

It's so white out here,

Candlemas whips its knot

so very sharp and hard,

it's white below, it's white above,

in the forest stands a powdered tree,

just like in my orchard.

It's so quiet out here,

with careful knocks on the window

only a great tit sends greetings.

Not a single bird is singing,

the finch just sways on its branch,

looks around and flutters.

Let me.

Thanks.

Do you know God?

Yes.

I'd like to meet him.

You believe in him?

Yes, but I haven't met him the way you have.

Do you believe in magic?

Yes.

Then you have in fact met God,

but you haven't seen him because he is a bit like magic.

Do you understand? - No.

It's heavy.

I'm sorry.

No, it's just a lot of equipment to carry around.

It's a camera.

Yes, I know that.

Here.

It's very nice here, thank you.

How about this?

No, please sit down.

What about this?

This feels most natural.

Why not just sit normally?

Yes, that's precisely what I had in mind.

I think father will be very happy with this picture.

Ida, would you please turn around?

Are you going to marry my sister?

That's an odd question.

There's nothing odd about it.

If that's what you're thinking, it will never happen.

You don't think she'd marry me?

We are inseparable.

So, if you're marrying my sister, you're marrying me too.

So, it's all or nothing with you? Or two for one like a sack of coal?

How can I become a man of God?

What are you saying, Ragnar?

How can I... become a man of God?

I don't understand.

You don't understand?

You don't understand man of God? God's man.

God's man?

As in a man of God? Is that what you're saying?

Ida!

Come and help me.

The Dane doesn't understand me, you'll have to translate.

What are you writing?

A letter.

To whom? - A friend...

Ask him how I can become a man of God.

Stop it, just ask him!

He asks how he can become a man of God.

How?

Yes.

Yes...

Why do you suddenly want to be a man of God?

Why do you suddenly want to be a man of God?

I... - You start by giving yourself.

You have to give yourself.

To God?

To God? - Yes.

There's nothing more to it?

Is that it?

And follow his words.

Follow his words.

Pray to him.

Pray.

Listen.

Listen.

How do I listen?

How do I hear him?

How... can he hear him?

It's not just about hearing. It's more of a feeling.

You must forget yourself and submit to God by serving him.

It's not just about listening... It's...

I need to hear it again.

He must forget himself and submit to God by serving him.

You must forget yourself and serve God...

or something like that.

Tell him that when I was a child my mother told me

that the King of Denmark was just an ordinary man.

She told me that I would grow and that one day I would become a man.

Therefore, I always thought that I would be the King of Denmark.

So that, in their innermost heart, they believe in you, their God

and worship and serve you, their maker and Savior,

who makes them holy

so that they may renounce the Devil and all his deeds,

this wicked world's pomp and vanity

and all the sinful desires of the flesh,

and preserve thy holy will and command,

and not be lost in their lives.

Fill their hearts with the love of thy name, let a true...

There, there.

You are big.

No, no.

The rooster doesn't seem happy.

Okay.

Do you know where father's tie is?

Isn't it on the table?

I think you might have killed the rooster's favorite chicken.

Don't you think he will find a new one?

I don't know.

They are waiting for you.

Yes, that's good. Can you assist me?

So... how does your old man look?

Let me see your teeth.

Dear child... you are an animal.

Now, get out of here.

Aren't you gonna kiss her?

Why couldn't you marry these poor creatures?

Not in a half-finished church.

You are an odd one.

Why are you so serious?

Serious? - Yes.

You look very serious.

I’m just trying to focus on dancing...

Could I have this dance?

Thank you, father.

Your breath stinks.

It's your turn.

My turn for what?

No, no, I won't. - Yes, sure.

Yes, indeed. - No.

My father wants to try!

You can do it!

Thanks.

Thank you, daughter.

That was good!

I pick the priest.

Come on, priest!

Thanks, but no thanks. - Yes, yes.

Come on.

Come on!

I think father wants to dance with you.

Off with the coat.

Just give it to me.

Okay, come here. Now this hand.

And here. Right?

And then we dance around.

Just try to...

And the foot... yes.

Like this. It's good.

That looks dumb. - They look like our rooster.

Well done, priest! Well done!

Am I done?

No, you continue.

Ragnar! You take him!

Well...

Hey!

You grab here! Don't go for my back!

Good morning, Lucas.

Good morning, Anna. - Where's your horse?

I think I've lost it.

Was the corral open?

No.

No? That's strange. Should we go look for it?

No, I think it will return.

I'm sure it will.

You can borrow my sister's horse.

You think she's okay with that?

I don't care.

Come.

They took my horse.

What?

Your daughter and the priest... they took my horse.

They didn't borrow it?

It's only borrowing if you ask.

Do you think Anna will marry the priest?

No one should have to marry a priest.

You don't like him?

I have nothing against Lucas, but we don't need men like him.

What kind of men do we need?

We don't need more men.

Now, check my coat, there are letters there.

Come on! Quick!

Wait!

For my dad.

Thank you.

Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Your horse is in trotting.

What?

Your horse is trotting...

It's better if you can make it slow trot.

Slow trot... I don't know...

Watch me.

Try pulling a little, just a little, and then slowly release.

Look at me.

Slowly... and back.

Anna, I didn't grow up on a horse.

But you have ridden across all of Iceland to get here.

I want my own horse!

Þorskur!

Þorskur! Where are you!?!

You have to reward it.

With what? I have no food.

No, not with food... you reward it by giving back.

Release.

Try giving it a kick and then do this sound...

Come!

Come now, Lucas! Kick it!

Are you with me?

Anna! Quickly.

Can I enter? - Come!

Wow.

I look very serious.

And older than I thought I looked.

You look young... and beautiful.

I want to look old and smart... wise.

I don't want to look ignorant.

But I don't want to grow old here.

What do you want to do?

I want to go home.

Then do that.

And I will. One day.

One day I will travel from my home in Iceland to my home in Denmark.

So, you have two homes?

Yes.

You were born in Denmark? - Yes.

I moved away when I was six.

Can you remember it?

I... can remember certain things.

I remember trees.

We don't have them here.

Nothing grows in Iceland, right?

A tree will be eaten by an animal, a horse for example,

or the winter will tear it apart.

But it's terribly beautiful here.

Yes, it's terrible.

And beautiful.

Greetings, priest.

Ragnar.

I'm sorry... but now that the church is almost wind-proof,

I'll start preparing my journey home.

I have to leave before autumn really hits us.

I thought...

I could get my own photo before I leave.

I don't understand you.

I want to own a photograph of myself.

I still don't understand what you're saying.

What is it you don't understand? I just need one...

I have no silver left.

Don't pack it down yet... - Don't touch the things!

I'm sorry.

Without silver, I cannot take a photo. Do you understand?

Look here, there's nothing left. There is no silver, it's finished.

Now, leave me alone.

I just need one photo, just one.

Hey! Don't touch it! Don't touch it!

I can't and I don't want to take a photo

of your ugly, hideous face, you brainless swine!

Do you know what Sunday Danish is?

My mother always spoke Danish on Sundays.

It's a tradition around here.

I wasn't really interested in learning,

but when you hear it every week,

you slowly start to pick it up. Whether you like it or not.

I think it's an ugly language,

it feels wrong in my throat.

You get tired from speaking it.

Don't worry.

I won't become violent.

I'm not an animal.

Are you an animal?

Did you find your horse?

I once pissed in someone else's water.

Pray for me.

I once laughed at someone who was injured.

Pray for me.

I have been selfish and a coward.

Pray for me.

I have dirty thoughts almost all the time.

Pray for me.

I have let someone die when I could have saved their life.

Pray for me.

I'm full of shit.

Pray for me.

I'm afraid of God.

Pray for me.

I killed your horse.

Pray for me.

You son of a bitch!

That wasn’t so funny.

Now you need to sleep.

You smell nice.

Should I sing for you?

What happened?

I lost your horse.

That's alright. It'll come back. It always comes back.

I lost your horse, and I lost my horse, it's...

It doesn't matter.

I can't carry this anymore... I am tired of all this equipment.

It doesn't matter.

Kiss me again without closing your mouth.

I don't want you to get involved with him.

I don't think he's good for you.

I don't think he'll make you happy.

And I don't think he'll stay for long.

Do you hear what I'm saying?

Yes.

And what am I saying?

Don't get involved with the priest. -Good.

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name.

Oh, God. Merciful father,

we thank you for the generosity of your foresight and grace,

and especially for your almighty goodness,

when you send the Holy Ghost,

the blessed consoler, to take residence in your church

for all eternity,

and to lead, make holy and rule thy people's hearts.

This morning, we wait by your footstool

for new signs of your grace,

which can rectify our weaknesses, stoke our thoughts

and instill in us a spirit of prayer and invocation.

Grant us, we beg you that the Holy...

Grant us, we beg you that the Holy Ghost may now rest.

And instill in us a spirit of prayer and invocation.

Grant us...

Is it the dog?

Shhh!

Go away!

It's all right.

Should I play something?

No!

What are you doing out here?

Come. Come now.

Get it ready for me.

Why?

Just do what you're told.

Where is the priest?

There, there. Good boy.

That's good.

There now, good boy.

Follow me.

There.

What are you doing?

Father told me to get it ready.

Where is he?

Inside.

What are you doing?

Where is Lucas?

Father? Where is Lucas?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

Go back to the church.

What should I say?

I don't know.

Alright, hold it still.

What are you planning on doing?

Talk to him.

You promise you'll just talk to him?

Anna, keep an eye on your sister.

You promise?

Yes.

Do you swear on my sister's life?

I can't do that.

Do you know why I caught up with you so fast?

Because you don't take care of your horse.

You need to let it rest.

And it's also too fat.

But that's not your fault.

I admit, my daughter is to blame for that.

Get off her horse.

What do you want?

I have no ambition to be a man of great knowledge.

The older I get, the more I realize that I know what I know,

and that what I think... is not very important.

I'm convinced that we are all very small and fleeting.

I'm sorry about this, Lucas. I truly am.

But you must've fallen off your horse.

Everything will be okay.

Soon, flowers and grass will grow and you will be in them...

and that's beautiful.

In Denmark I was born, 'tis there my home is,

From there my roots, and there my world extend.

You Danish tongue, as soft as Mother's voice is,

With you my heartbeats O so sweetly blend.

You windswept Danish strand,

Where Dannebrog is waving,

You came - O flag - from God, our foes outbraving!

'Tis you I love

Denmark, my native land!

GODLAND (in Danish)

GODLAND (in Icelandic)

To my parents