All language subtitles for Vikings.S01.E01.Rites.Of.Passage.2013.BluRay.1080p.DTS-HD.MA.5.1.

Ragnar!

Odin!

Ragnar!

Come on.
Let's go home.

Watch.

What are you two doing?

I'm taking Bjorn to the thing tomorrow.

Not yet. He's not old enough.

He's 12 years old.

Take him next year.

Next year is soon enough.

He'll need a silk ribbon, Lagertha.

You're a handsome boy.

Funny ears, though.

Don't sleep with
lots of women in Kattegat.

I can do without it for a few days.

Is that another way of
saying you love me?

Huh?

I always dream of you.

Last night, I dreamt you were
feeding me blood pudding.

What does that mean?

It means you're giving me your heart.

Get your dog, boy.

Frodi! Come on, boy.

What will happen at the thing?

The Earl will deal with
some criminal offenses,

and then, we'll discuss
the summer raids.

And where will you go?

The Earl decides.

He owns the ships.

He'll send us to the east,

as always, to the Baltic lands,

but I want to know what's to the west.

What cities and gods are over there.

See, I'm not satisfied

with this.

Odin gave his eye to acquire knowledge,

but I would give far more.

And will Earl Haraldson let you?

Good.

Like this, nice and tight.

And on three.

One, two, three.

Very good, Gyda.

Gyda, feed the goats.

Go on!

What do you want?

We know you're all alone here.

All the men are gone.

If you're thirsty, I
will give you a drink.

If you're hungry, I will feed you.

Otherwise, you must go.

We will eat and drink after we've
satisfied our other needs.

I don't want to kill you, woman.

You couldn't kill me if
you tried for 100 years.

Out!

Gyda!

Gyda.

I went to confess my love to her,

but I was set upon by a bear

and an enormous hound
who guarded her home.

I killed the bear with my spear,

and I managed to strangle the
hound with my bare hands.

And that is how I gained
her hand in marriage.

Did she tell you the same story?

Just about.

Are you ready to receive your
arm ring and become a man?

Yes.

And what does a man do?

He fights.

And?

He looks after his family.

That's right.

Could you look after our family?

What do you mean?
You look after us.

Say I wasn't there.

I have a big decision to make.

It may change many things.

Now, go to sleep. You
have a big day tomorrow.

Bjorn!

So, here you are, brother.

Rollo.

By Freyr and all the
gods, how you've grown.

Hello, Rollo.

Are you here for the thing?
You're a real man now.

Come, let's get a drink.

Looking a little pale, Bjorn.

Are you ready for a woman?

There's some good-looking women in Kattegat.
Some of them are free.

Can't even grow a beard, can you, boy?

Why don't you go lie down?

So where do you think the Earl
is going to send us this year?

Those bastards to the east
are as poor as we are.

I know.

That's why we should sail west.

I've heard such tales, Rollo.

Great towns and cities and treasures.

Hoards of gold and
silver, and a new god.

I've heard those stories,
too, but what does it mean?

We can't sail across an open ocean.

I believe there's a way to go west.

I have something that
will change everything.

What?

- What is that?
- Now just listen.

A while back, I met someone,

a wanderer.

He told me it was possible to go west,

over the open sea,

using this.

It's a sun board.

It needs to sit in water.

Another wanderer?

This time, it's different.

Now tell me, Ragnar,
this wanderer of yours,

has he ever sailed west himself?

Just get some water.

Now, this candle is the sun.

Every day, the sun rises up
into the sky until noon.

See how the shadow shortens?

At noon, it is at its shortest.

That only tells me how far
south I have traveled.

Didn't I just tell you to listen?

The day before sailing, you mark
a circle around the pointer

where the shadow
is at its shortest at noon.

The next day at sea,

you place the board back
into water around noon

and watch the shadow.

If the shadow
only touches the circle...

Your course remains true?

Yes.

And if it passes outside
the circle, like this...

Then you have drifted, and you
must steer further south.

Yes.

And what if it never
reaches the circle?

Then you are too far south, and
must steer more to the north.

That's it!

Keep the noon shadow on the circle,

and your course will be true.

West.

But what if there is no sun?

How can the board help you then?

How could you find your way?

Using this.

Follow me outside.

They call it a sunstone.

You see?

There is the sun.

Now we go west.

Come on. Come on.

Silence!

Silence!

Olaf Anwend, you have pleaded
guilty to the charge of stealing.

Tomorrow, you will run
a gauntlet of stones

and turf as punishment.

Yes, Lord.
Thank you, Lord.

Let it be known, a fine is to be paid

by anyone who fails to throw something.

Bring in the next accused.

- There he is!
- Murderer!

Burn him!

Eric Trygvasson, you are
accused of the murder

of Sigvald Strut this January.

How do you plead?

It wasn't murder, Lord.
I killed him in self-defense.

Liar!

If it wasn't murder,

why did you not declare your crime

to the first person
that you met afterwards,

as the law obliges?

In fact, you passed by several
houses before you reported it.

I thought the relatives of the
dead man might be living in them.

The law allows you to pass two
houses, in such circumstances,

but never a third.

You murdered my brother in cold blood!

It's not true!

We argued about some disputed land.
He pulled out a knife!

You wanted that land for yourself!

You're a liar and a coward.

Who says I'm a coward?
I'm not a coward.

Silence!

As the normal procedures
were not followed,

this killing cannot be atoned for

by compensating the victim's family.

Murder is a dishonorable deed
amongst our people.

Carried out in secret, unacknowledged,

and likely to give rise to a
series of revenge killings

that would involve your own family.

Lord, you knew about that land.

- You knew I had a claim to it...
- Enough!

I ask you to look to the accused.

If you think that he is guilty,

raise your arms.

The decision must be unanimous.

Eric Trygvasson,

you have been found guilty of murder.

- Yes!
- Justice!

How do you wish to die?

By beheading, Lord.

Your wish is granted.
You shall be executed tomorrow.

After which we shall feast and
talk about the summer raids.

You have to.

Why is he smiling, Father?

He wants to die well, without fear,

to atone for his sins.

You must watch, for his sake.

It's his only hope
of reaching Valhalla.

Feed him to your pigs!

And I curse him.

May he never enter Valhalla.

May he never feast with the gods.

Why did he do that?

He should not have done that.

Someone told me he wanted
that land for himself,

and he knew Trygvasson
had the best claim to it,

but refused to sell it.

You hear that, boy? This is how
things are done around here.

Olaf, son of Ingolf,

Bjorn, son of Ragnar,

may you accept this
gift of salt and earth

to remind yourself that you belong
to both the land and the sea.

These arm rings bind you in loyalty
to me, your lord, your chieftain.

Any oath that you swear on these
rings must be honored and kept.

Do you understand and swear to this?

- Yes, Lord.
- Yes, Lord.

And do you freely give your fealty
to me, your lord, your chieftain?

- Yes, Lord.
- Yes, Lord.

Good. You may put on the arm rings.

Come here.

Let us feast!

My Lord,

we all want to feast,

but we also want to know where
we will be raiding this summer.

Can't it wait, Ragnar?

No. Tell us.

We want to know.

We have a right to know.

Very well.

We will raid east again, to the
eastlands and into Russia.

Every year

we go to the same places!

But there is an alternative,

if you choose.

Yes, yes. Choice, yes.

I have heard of these
rumors, these stories.

That if we travel west, that
we will somehow reach a land

that is rich and plentiful.

But I tell you that I will not
risk my ships or my reputation

on such a deluded fantasy.

They are my ships.
I pay for them.

And they go where I tell them to go.

Now that's the end of the matter.

Let's feast!

Let me see!

It's a fine ring.

Ragnar Lothbrok,

Earl Haraldson wants to
speak with you in private.

Stay with your uncle.

Ragnar Lothbrok.

Sit down.

Are you hungry?

Yes, Lord.

You want to feast in my hall?

You want to sail in my ships?

Anything else you want from me?

Lord...

You keep talking about the west.

What do you know of it? Hmm?

Why are you so certain that
it's a land of great riches?

I can't be sure.

But I believe that...

I don't care what you believe.

You insulted me out there,

and not for the first time,

but, believe me, it will be the last.

Who told you you could go?

You are a farmer.

You should be content with your lot.

Farms are few and in great demand,

and there are many people here

who would like to possess your land.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

I understand.

Then don't ever stick your
nose in my face again.

I don't trust him.
Watch him.

Where are we going now?
I'm so tired.

To talk to the gods.

It's what we do.

Why don't you come in?
I'm waiting.

Sit.

What do you want?

I want to know what the
gods have in store.

For you, or for the boy?

I'm more interested in myself.

The gods desire you to have
a great future. I see that.

But they can withdraw
their goodwill at any time.

To have this great future,

must I challenge the law?

You must convince the gods
to alter the runes

so they work in your favor.

But the laws of men

are far below the workings
and shapings of the gods.

So I should take the laws of men

into my own hands?

Answer me.

You already have your answer.

No, I don't.

Well, then go and ask
the gods yourself.

What are you afraid of?

Wait outside.

All right.

You haven't helped me
at all, ancient one.

Perhaps you asked the wrong questions.

Where are they?

Where are my sons?

You said you'd found them.

We have someone special to visit.

His name is Floki.

"Floki"?

Like Loki, the god?

Yes, only different.

How is he different?

He's not a god.

Why didn't he come to the thing?

Because...

Because he's shy.

Floki, this is my son, Bjorn.

Hello. How are you?

Well. Thank you, sir.

Let me see.

You have your father's eyes

unfortunately.

Why unfortunately?

It means he will be like you,

and therefore he will want
to do better than you,

and you will hate him for it.

How can you tell that by just
looking at my face?

It's the same with trees.

I can tell which trees will make

the best planks just
by looking at them.

I can look inside the tree.

Floki is a boat-builder.

Among other things.

This is one.

Inside this tree are two
almost perfect planks.

They will bend, then curve,

like a woman's body
from the thighs to the back.

When I split this tree,
I will find them.

You can see that?

Do you think I'm joking?

I joke about many things,
son of Ragnar,

but never about ship-building.

Do you imagine ships
are just dead things?

So, what about our boat?

It will be lighter
and carry a bigger sail.

The construction is different.

It's built with a strong central plank.

The two strakes above it are nailed

directly onto the knees of the frame.

But the ones below... Look!

Are cleated and lashed
onto the frames, not nailed,

so they can move
in relation to each other.

This means the boat won't butt
against the waves like a goat,

but move over them like a ripple.

The hull is deeper.
How will my men set their oars?

I will cut them into the sheerstrakes,

and the ports can be closed
when the boat is at sea.

And you think it could
handle long sea voyages?

That's why I'm building it.

But will it be strong enough?

We won't know that until we try.

When will it be ready?

As to that...

What?

We're out of money.

We have to pay for the sail
and then the anchor.

I know what those blacksmiths
are like, greedy bastards.

For the anchor.

It's all I have left from
last summer's raids.

Don't worry.

We'll soon be as rich as dwarves!

I missed you.

Did anything happen while we were away?

No.

Did you miss me?

I ached with love longing.

My belly was empty of laughter.

Is that what you want?
Hmm?

You want me to make you laugh?

I don't want to laugh now.

I want to ride you,

like a bull.

Like a wild bull.

Hello, young Bjorn.

Hello, Rollo.

Where are your parents?

They are having sex.

Well...

I guess we'll have to wait.

So, Gyda,

is your mother teaching you
how to use a shield?

Yes, I know how to use a shield.

Your mother was a famous shield-maiden.

"Was"?

Is a famous shield-maiden.

We fought in the same shield wall

against the eastlanders.

She fought like a valkyrie.

Come on, children, to bed.

Let's leave the men.

But I'm a man.
I have a ring.

Let him stay awhile.

To bed!

Say good night.

Good night, my children.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Hey!

Good night, Father.

Tell me your news.

What about the boat?

It's nearly ready.

Do you trust Floki?

Isn't he a great joker?

He's a great boat builder.
I trust him to do that.

I won't go under your command.

I won't go unless we're all equal.

We are brothers.

You and I will always be equal.

Then we must find a crew.

Not many men will go against
the wishes of Haraldson.

Many will be afraid.

Some may even go to him and betray us.

I must go piss.

Yesterday, I was with a girl
from the town.

Thank you.

A good-looking girl, too.

But when she shouted out in pleasure,

I didn't see her face.

I saw yours.

Lagertha...

Don't talk like that.

Why not?

I think about you all the time.

That's too bad.

Don't insult me, shield-maiden.

No.

I would never insult you.

You're too great a warrior,

but perhaps not so great a man.

I saw something.

What did you see?

A sign.

It made me certain
we're doing the right thing.

Good night, brother.

- It's...
- No need to say.

I see it in your eyes.

Beautiful.

It's only beautiful if it works.

Set the sail.

Floki! The sail!

She'll sink.

No, she bloody won't.

I shouldn't have pretended
to build such a boat.

It's beyond my humble capabilities.

I'll set the sail.

I'm sorry, Ragnar.

I've wasted all your money.
It was all a joke.

Shut up, man.

Ha!

Now it runs on its cool keel.

It's beautiful.

Why didn't you believe me?
I told you I could do it!

Now it's all up to you,
Ragnar Lothbrok.