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[gentle uneasy music plays]

[wings flap]

[eagle calls]

[footsteps]

[bow creaks]

[footsteps trudge]

[arrow shoots through the air]

Shiii--

[groans]

[heavy metal clanks]

[wildlife calls]

[horse whinnies]

[dramatic music plays]

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter]

-[Ulf] And what's this called? -[Lars] Loading rod.

-[Ulf] That's right, your sister taught you well.

-[Lars] Freja! -Thank you, Freja. Good work.

[Lars] Freja!

-[Ulf] Put that back together. -Okay, Dad.

-[indistinct chatter] -[horses whinny]

[Anne] Now what do we think of this piece?

[Daniel] I like it. Mother?

-Hmm? -Do you like this?

Aww that's beautiful.

This once belonged to our great-great grandmother.

Do you think it will go with my dress?

[stamps feet]

What has happened, Freja?

[items clatter]

[Anne] Our house?

The forest? Through the forest?

Okay, yes

[Ulf] The ridge.

Freja, what's that?

[Anne] Soldiers?

-What soldiers? -[Ulf] Danes!

[Ulf] How many?

Many.

[dramatic music plays]

Don't stop for anyone. You remember Sten Sture?

-Give this to him, no one else. -What's going on, Dad?

Don't worry.

[Anne] Ride fast.

I need you back here soon,

the most beautiful bridesmaid ever.

[Ulf] All right, come on.

You have work to do.

Not again, Dad.

[percussive music plays]

-[horse whinnies] -Whoa!

[Slagheck] Sylvestre, check it out!

[Slagheck] How long?

[Sylvestre] Still fresh.

[Slagheck] Swedish motherfuckers.

I hate them all so much.

[Sylvestre] Take a look at this, Didrik.

[woman] Come on, now!

[Anders] Are you ready for this change, my child?

[Anne] Yes. I'm ready.

[Anders] Stay with God and everything will be fine.

[Anne] Is it that easy?

Nothing is easy.

We live in dark and troubled times,

without God it becomes impossible.

[Anne] I do have a few doubts

-Doubts? -Obviously, I want to give my life to Johan

and to God

but I'm not quite sure where I fit in.

Surely, I could be a bit more

-useful. -Of course.

Your father Ulf Eriksson is a powerful man.

He and other powerful men will build a strong country,

a strong Sweden, and that strength will come from God.

You also have it in you, my child.

[horse nickers]

-[horse nickers] -[men laughing]

[Slagheck] Get her!!!

[all] Ya! Ya!

[Didrik] Get her!

Come on, come on!

We're coming for you!

Come on!

Fucking Swedish bitch!

[Didrik] Move it! Move it!

[horse whinnies]

[horse whinnies]

[men] Ha ha ha!

[water swirls]

[Sylvestre] Take a look at this. Same sign.

[Hans] She's gone!

Aaah!

[rat squeaks]

[sneezes]

[Trolle] Here you go my friends.

[squeaking]

[man grunts]

-[muffled fighting] -[swords clanging]

[man] Open the gates! Open the gates!

[crash]

[breathing heavily]

What took you so long?

[Slagheck] An army of 10,000 moves slowly.

[Trolle] You should have freed me last year.

-Or the year before that. -[Slagheck] I know.

Or the year before that, Didrik.

[Slagheck] I know.

[Slagheck] The king was in love.

Now he's not?

-[Slagheck] She died. -Glad to hear it.

[laughs]

Good to see you, bastard.

[Slagheck] Likewise.

[clears throat]

Right.

[Slagheck] Do you

do you recognize this?

Hmm.

[Trolle] Erikssons.

They truly are a nuisance.

[Gustav] Ulf Eriksson was there

when Sten Sture took everything from me.

If not stopped Sweden will break away from the union

and we will suffer for it. The business, the Church, it will affect us all.

No one is safe.

-[male] He's a traitor. -He most certainly is.

[Sten] Bishop Brask

what was that?

Oh.

Hmm.

-Let's do it. -Let's go get the bastard.

[muffled voice]

[indistinct shouting]

[Trolle] I was chased like a dog.

[Sten] Archbishop Gustav Trolle.

[Trolle] By the devil himself.

[Trolle] Sten Sture.

[Sten] You're under arrest for high treason.

[Trolle] You will die for this.

[Sten] Burn everything, please.

[Ulf] Come on Trolle, let's go.

[Trolle] Well,

I can't stand here chatting.

I have places to be

and people to eliminate.

[male voice] Help them get down.

[Ulf] Johan! Welcome!

Ulf, Maria!

[Ulf] How was the trip?

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music plays]

[Johan] Anne.

You look amazing.

Oh.

[chuckling]

Go in peace to glorify the Lord with your life.

[all] Thanks be to God.

[horse whinnies]

[jovial chattering]

You know, it's funny how some people are notoriously difficult to like.

[Ulf distantly] I'd like to invite you all

to celebrate the long life and happiness of the bride and groom.

Till death do us part.

I still think it's a pity to come here, you know,

all unfriendly-like on his daughter's wedding day.

Is that meant to be ironic?

Let's do this.

That's more like it.

-Ahh! -[all screaming]

-Oof. -[both laughing]

[horse whinnies]

[screaming]

Ah!

[screaming]

Aah!

-[all screaming] -It's okay.

[whimpers]

Come on, old chap.

Let's do this.

[panting]

[Didrik] Listen up motherfuckers!

Ulf Eriksson .

You signed a protocol condemning me for treason.

I did.

I would do it again!

Really?

Go on.

[son] No, no, no!

No!

-Ah! -[gasps]

-[villagers screaming] -That's enough!

-[villagers screaming] -Shut the fuck up!

Lars!

[Sylvestre] Oh, we have a tough one here, eh?

Come on, show me what you got.

Come on, right here.

Come on, come on.

Yeah, you can do it.

Dad.

[crying] Dad.

[screaming]

Lars!

[crying] No!

Daniel!

Just shut the fuck up!

No!

-I'm sorry. -No! No!

[screaming] No, Daniel!

Daniel, stop!

-[Daniel grunts] -[laughs]

Mum said I'm not supposed to get my, get my shirt stained.

[Slagheck] Avoid the shirt

if at all possible.

Daniel! Daniel!!

Kill him, or I kill you and your stupid brother.

[screams]

You dumb kraut.

[Didrik] That didn't go well.

[Sylvestre] Forgive me father,

for I have sinned.

[Anne crying]

-[yells] -[Trolle] Sylvestre!

Spare the priest.

We're not animals.

[men chuckle]

[Slagheck] You live to see another day.

-[man] Run, run! -[women screaming]

Argh!

Aaargh--

[laughs]

What a hero.

Bring this one, he might come in handy.

[Anne grunts]

And I think we're done here.

[Sylvestre] You and your stupid brother.

[distorted laughing]

-[Gustav] Bring this one. -[indistinct muttering]

[Gustav] Beautiful wedding indeed.

[Gustav laughing]

Oh, what a mess.

[Didrik] Let's get out of here.

[Hans] All right, let's go.

[horse whinnies]

[breathing shakily]

[sobs]

Uh!

Uh! Uh! Uh!

[men chattering indistinctly]

It escalated, my king.

[Kristian] A wedding I hear.

Old enemies of the union.

And what about this one?

That is Johan Natt och Dag,

loyal to Sture.

Big deal among the opposition.

I figured he might be useful to us.

You made a few unauthorized decisions here, my dear.

But I'll let that slide, we all know you've been going through a rough spell.

Be sure to do something about that beard though,

before you come and see me next time.

Indeed.

[Johan] I'm gonna kill you!

So, Slagheck, you really hate the Swedes, don't you?

Well, I certainly dislike them, I'm not sure I hate them like you do, but

It's just, they're so full of themselves

-It's so annoying. -It is!

[both] It's so annoying!

[laughing]

Hmm.

Didrik, are you having those thoughts again?

Hmm?

Look at me.

is it this father business that's bothering you again?

Can you try and see it this way please.

A lot of men born out of wedlock

have done great things.

But we go to hell

-when we die. -I don't think that's a given.

-[Slagcheck] But it is. -It depends on what you do in life

and what you do in life is you work for me.

You work for the king.

Thereby you please and serve God.

-Y- You think so? -It actually makes sense, doesn't it?

-It does. -Hmm?

[both laughing]

-See, it helps to talk. -It does.

[gently uneasy music plays]

[Anne inhales deeply]

W- Where's, where's Johan?

They're gone, Freja.

[crying] They're all gone.

Ah!

[weeping softly]

[man] Move it!

[indistinct shouting]

[ominous music plays]

Come on, men!

Move!

Help me find these men.

Freja.

[arrow whooshes]

[groans] Mm.

Uh!

[sighs]

Urgh!

Stupid. Fucking. Swede.

Aaaah!

[villagers screaming]

Uh!

-Ahh! -[screaming]

Woah, woah, woah.

[pants]

Argh! Argh!

[empowering music plays]

[drum beat]

Get ready, we're leaving.

Freja it's not safe here either, we have to leave now!

I'm leaving. I'm going to find those bastards, and Johan.

Fine.

I don't need you anyway.

[whimpers]

[Anne] Ah!

Are you coming with me or what?

I'll take that as a yes.

Sorry.

[bell tolling]

[distant shouting]

[Sten] At ease, men!

Let's go get these Danish bastards!

Your horse is ready sir.

-I don't look like that. -My lady, I'm not finished.

Argh! You guys are all the same, where were you educated?

Dortmund.

Are there any women in Dortmund?

[Kristina] Miss Gertrud, can you take a look at this?

You be the judge, I can't really

-[Miss Gertrud sighs] -[painter] Well

I have to agree, it doesn't capture your inner beauty.

[Kristina] Exactly, inner beauty.

-A man is not capable of understanding such a concept. -[Albert] My lady

-Yes, Albert. -Your husband is about to leave. He'd like a word before he goes.

Give me the cittern.

[men laughing]

You start with bam and then bam.

-Where do you have your head? -[Sture] Ooh!

Oh Kristina, there's no room for rehearsing where we're going.

On the contrary, these campaigns tend to have a lot of waiting. You say so yourself.

-[Sture] Yes -You'll never excel if you never practice.

I will practice when I get home.

Promise?

-Yes. -I just want music in my life.

I promise, of course I promise.

Okay.

I love you.

I love you, little one, and you tell the girls I love them too.

-Very good, Sir. -Yes.

Be careful.

Lads, let's go!

[crow caws]

[horse nickers]

Good?

Ya!

Ya!

[distant shouting]

[Anne] Down there we have the Swedish camp,

and there we have the Danish camp.

Somewhere over there is Johan.

[Anne] Freja, no. We need to stick to the plan.

I'll go find him and I'll meet you down there.

Thanks.

I will see you soon.

I love you.

[horse nickers]

Yeah, yeah, I'll feed you in a minute.

No, forget it. They're spoiling him.

Just keep him happy. That's [inaudible].

Bloody right.

[gasps]

Shit!

[trickling]

Urgh!

-Aaargh! -Oh!

[laughs]

Argh!

[soldier] Archers! Ready!

[all] Yes, Sir!

Loose!

[arrows whooshing]

[laughing]

[Holger] I'm gonna kill you.

Argh!

Argh!

[soldiers yelling]

[Sture] Let's go get them!

[soldiers yelling]

-Fire! -[cannon blasts]

Ahh!

[screaming]

[swords clank]

[soldier] We have them surrounded, Sir!

[screaming]

Ahhhh!

Arghhh!

Ahhh!

[explosion]

Argh! Return fire!

[soldier] Returning fire!

[gentle music plays]

[screaming]

[horse whinnies]

Argh!

[laughs]

Good boy.

[dog whines]

Don't worry.

[men grunting]

Ah!

[swords clank]

[cannon blasts]

Ahhh!

[Slagheck] Holger!

Argh!

Come on you fucker!

-[grunting] -Ah!

[Slagheck] You fucking Swedes!

-[panting] -[blood splatters]

Argh!

[Anne] Freja!

[horses whinny]

[horses whinny]

[Anne] Go, go, go!

[horse whinnies]

Ya!

[soldier] Come on, out the way, clear a path.

[soldier 2] Come on, get a surgeon here.

Ahh! Fuck!

Ahh.

Make way! Make way!

Ah! Ahh!

[mumbling indistinctly]

[soldier] Sir.

Oh good.

He asked to speak to you.

Please.

Hi how are you doing?

[inaudible]

-What? -Good to see you.

Yes, it's really good to see you too.

Um, my mother and father would have said to send you their best, but they're um

-uh, well, they're dead. -Oh.

I want Kristina to be the new Head of State.

Okay, I will tell Kristina she's to be the new Head of State.

[Sture] Tell Kristina, I love her

and I'm so sorry I didn't practice the cittern more.

I will. It's okay.

[exhales]

[mumbles indistinctly]

What?

May God help us all.

Yeah.

May God help us all.

[emotive music plays]

[sighs]

[Anne] Shit, shit, shit.

[Anne] Four to go.

Now the small detour to Stockholm.

We have to go tell my cousin she's the new Head of State.

Yeah, cousin.

Look after this.

[breathing shakily]

[exhales] Ooh.

[flowing water]

Shit!

[breathing shakily]

[groans]

[grunts]

[soldier] Kill them all!

-Argh! -Kill every last one of them!

[clamoring]

Freja!

-[Hans] Give her to me. -Urgh!

[horse gallops]

Freja!

Ya!

[Albert] My lady

he was the bravest man I ever met.

Ahh!

-Ah! -Get a doctor, quickly!

Ahhh!

[Kristina, muffled] Argh!

[somber music plays]

[somber music continues]

[Hemming] Well, there are indications that one of your cannonballs

[Kristian] One of my cannonballs what? Speak up spy.

[Hemming] I'm not a spy.

Well, I think you are.

Um, I'm a bishop.

Hemming Gadh at your service my king,

and I'm here to prevent this becoming a bloodbath.

So a traitor to your own people then?

Ah. [laughs]

-I see both sides. -Ah.

And you were saying?

Yes, one of your cannonballs hit Sten Sture

and later he died.

[horse whinnies]

Um

This is very good news, spy.

I suppose, this means there is what they call, um

a power vacuum in your country then?

-Hmm, indeed. -So what's next?

It seems that Sture's wife, Kristina, will be the new Head of State.

A woman? Seriously?

Yes, Kristina is a woman, that's correct [laughs]

Um, but quite capable, I would say.

In bed?

[laughs]

[all laughing]

[Kristian] In bed!

Ooh, ooh.

[all laughing]

Good one.

Quite amusing, my King.

If I may, you would still need to negotiate.

I am the rightful king of this country.

The Union is my father's legacy,

I will not have that taken away from me

by some fucking Swedish peasants!

-Right. -Anyone else have a suggestion? Slagheck?

I say we go and take Stockholm and show this woman who's the fucking boss!

[Kristian] Boom!

[tense music plays]

[bell tolling]

[Anne] Morning.

[breathing heavily]

[Kristina] You said the bastards didn't even spare the women and children.

No.

Devils.

Did you recognize anyone?

Bishop Trolle was there.

Well, of course he was.

What will they do to Johan?

I expect they will use him and others to get me to hand over the city.

I need your help.

They killed my little brothers.

They took Johan, and now Freja,

and I can't even think about what they might be doing to her.

I want them dead, Kristina.

We have to negotiate, Anne, that is how it's done.

Why waste time? Just give them hell!

Hell sometimes has a tendency to reverse itself.

-[women whimpering] -[babies crying]

-[bell ringing] -[Kristina] Oh you didn't have to bring anything, Hemming.

My wife baked it for us,

it's a honey cake, a family recipe, please, help yourselves.

-No thank you. -I insist, my lady,

it would mean the world to my wife.

All right, as long as you take the first piece.

We all know about your Danish connections, Hemming.

Mm.

Well, let's get this meeting started then, shall we?

We suffered great loss and I have no intention of backing down.

The King's army is strong,

it's just a matter of time before he will siege the city.

He'll take it, and who knows what will happen to you then.

And to you?

That is true, but

I hear he's willing to negotiate.

Where do you hear that, Hemming?

I have my sources, Kristina.

[laughs]

As do I.

-I'm merely being pragmatic. -Your pragmaticism

will eventually be our downfall, Hemming.

-Think about your children. -The people of Stockholm are my children.

We'll negotiate when we're ready, Hemming.

Oh, and tell your wife her cake was a little bit on the dry side,

it was still good, but just a tad dry.

[whispering] It was dry, pretty average.

Hey.

Yeah, yeah [mumbling inaudibly]

Fuck off!

Oy, come on.

[drunken arguing]

[woman] Oy! Piss off you noisy buggers!

Leave it out!

[stairs creak]

Yes?

Who are you?

My name is Anne

I don't do women.

Neither, do I.

-This is something else. -What do you want?

It's my family your daughter Freja has been living with all these years.

Have you come to reproach me for giving my daughter away?

I wouldn't dare insult you like that.

Freja is in danger.

-[thud] -[screaming]

No! No, don't do this to me, please!

No! I beg you. I beg you. Please, no.

No!

Ow!

Please no!

Please! No!

Ahh-ha-ha! Ow! You're hurting me.

Ow! Ah!

[Freja's mother] My poor child.

Her father was a brave man.

And he was murdered for his beliefs.

Right in front of her eyes.

Slaughtered like an animal.

Freja was five years old.

[woman screams]

She never spoke after that.

Not one word.

-I wanted a better life for her. -I know.

I know.

What can a woman do?

It's a question of class, isn't it?

[woman] No, please!

[Freja's mother] God help us all.

[woman] Please no! Stop it, ow!

[woman crying]

No! No!

[man] Hold her down!

[woman] Please, no!

-[Hans laughs] Yes! -No!

[Didrik] Motherfuckers!

[horse whinnies]

What's going on you dumb krauts?

Come on Didrik, we're just having some fu--

[grunts]

Uh!

Enough, you fucking imbeciles.

We're moving out.

Yeah. Burn the place.

[Sylvestre] You heard him, burn everything.

[Didrik] Let's move.

Come on, let's do this.

[women crying]

[women screaming]

[women] Push, push.

[screaming and yelling]

[women] Push, push, push. Push!

-It's burning! Ah! Ah! -Push!

Push, push! Push!

Run! Run!

Argh-- Ugh!

Uh!

Argh! Urgh!

Urgh--

[groaning]

[swords clink]

Argh!

-Urgh! -Dieee!

Urgh!

[breathing heavily]

[gasping]

Huh!

Ahh!

[soldier] Fire!

[distant shouting]

[flame flicker]

[soldier] Back to the hill!

[groans]

Uh!

-Oh! -Oh! Good morning.

-Morning. -I like to surround myself with some beautiful people,

which is one of the reasons why spending only one second with

someone like Hemming Gadh absolutely drains me.

I don't want you to take this the wrong way,

you've been having an awful time lately,

but really, Anne, you look terrible.

You've really let yourself go, Anne.

[sighs] I haven't had much time to take care of myself lately.

But while you're under my roof, there is no reason for you to not look like a proper lady.

We're going to have ourselves a girls-only day.

No children, no war,

just, just us.

[chuckles]

[man] Please, hello lad, please can you help me?

Quit stealing all the food, you little thief.

-You can't catch me! -Come back here!

-[Kristian] They're getting desperate? - They are.

It's been four months now.

No food deliveries are getting into town.

-How long do you think they'll last? -Hard to say.

Kristina has proved herself to be as, if not more, stubborn than her husband.

Ah.

I suggest you make a plea deal.

[Gustav] You're cheating!

-I'm not cheating! -That is cheating!

-That's not cheating! -Gustav

win some, lose some, remember?

[Didrik] Okay, your turn. -A plea deal, you said?

Sieging Stockholm with brute force will damage The Union.

When entering a new province, it's essential to keep the people on your side.

Wow, that's very good, spy, that's very clever.

Thank you. So here's what we write, mm.

You will promise to keep Kristina and her people safe.

They will keep their freedom, and their privileges

What was that?

Um, their privileges too?

Yes, for now. We can revise it later.

Gustav, we can always revise.

-Oh -And you will release the hostages as well.

-I will? -Yes you will!

Instead of hanging them and burning their bodies in full view of the entire city!

-It's called leverage. -A-ha! It's got a name.

Mm.

Just imagine how good it will feel

when the Swedish crown is placed on your head.

-You feel it? -[scoffs]

I'm feeling it.

Oooh, I'm feeling it. [laughs]

It, uh, it is kind of heavy too though

it's a little bit heavy, Hemming

it's weighing, it's getting me under, it's weighing me down

Hemming Gadh! Save me! It's weighing me down [gargling]

[Gustav and Didrik] Hemming! Hemming! Help him for fuck's sake!

-[gasps] -Hemming Gadh!

-You leave it to the last second, don't you? -S- sorry.

Please, in the future,

don't yell at me, I am your King.

My Lady.

From your King?

He will soon be your king as well.

-He will never be that. -Ah, don't be naive.

Maybe, I am, but rather that than a traitor to my own country.

If you don't pick a side, you're guaranteed to end up with a winner.

Oh, please tell Kristina that if she considers this offer

the King will be more than merciful towards his prisoners of war.

Instead of sending them back in very small pieces.

Hmm.

Things tend to not end well for people like you.

Has anyone told you you're quite beautiful?

Ugh.

Here it is.

Kristian makes the people suffer

and later he's going to ask them to love him.

Only a man can be that stupid.

Oh.

Oh.

He is promising amnesty.

I mean, what is he even thinking

that we will just bend down and?

[Anne] No Kristina, this is bigger than all of us.

-The people are starving, we've got to do something. -Don't worry.

-You really think we can trust him? -He's a snake.

Snakes have a tendency to lose their heads.

-[Anne] There has to be another way. -What choice do we have?

-We have to do something. -I would love to see Johan again. But I just don't think you can trust him.

-[Kristina] Danish people cannot be trusted. -Do we need to trust him?

-That's a good point. -Of course, I want to see him again.

We will get him back, there's a deal to be made.

You must decide what's best for the country.

[chuckles]

-[Hemming] Hard to get. -Extremely.

I like that in a lady.

[rumbling]

[tense music plays]

[commander] Halt!

[commander shouting inaudibly]

[commander] Release prisoners!

[screams]

[man laughs]

Anne!

[yelps joyfully]

-You look great. -Ha.

[bell tolling]

[Kristian sighs]

We did it.

We brought The Union back together.

-My King. -Can you help me out here please?

Of course, my King. [laughs]

Well, let me start by saying

thank you to all of you for being able to make it today.

Um, especially you, your Eminence,

it means the world to me to know that I have Rome's blessing.

The coronation could not have been a prouder moment for me

or a greater moment for Sweden.

[laughs] Gustav.

[whispers] Thank you for a beautiful coronation.

[whispers] Thank you, my King.

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Now, please don't be modest, there's plenty more where all this came from.

-Mm. -Here we are, like one big happy family.

[Kristina] More like a dysfunctional one.

Granted there's been violence, but, um

you kind of asked for it, didn't you?

You put my friend here away for years.

But, I think, someone has brought someone

something to show some good will.

Isn't that right, Gustav?

Right, right, my king. Just need to find it.

-[servant] Sir. -Ah, there, yes.

Oh, thank you.

[Kristian and Didrik] Ohhhhh-ah!

Hmm.

I know, how you women are,

in need of these things.

-Hair things. -Oh.

Now [clears throat]

this is a very good

and sturdy design.

This is the finest Danish silver

and I promise you, this will last you

a lifetime. Allow me.

-Now sit very still. -Okay.

I'm going to be very, very careful.

-Oh. It's perfect. -Ow.

-Can I have the mirror, please? -Of course, my King.

Oh it's fine, I'm sure

nice, thank you.

It is nice, isn't it, Kristina?

-[Trolle] Beautiful. -Thank you.

Now that I have you, um, there's something I need to discuss with you.

Um

I am terribly sorry about your husband.

So tragic. But please know this, your people will be happy, Kristina,

and wealthy and healthy,

and I will even make a program for the homeless people.

-Oh. -Mm?

-That sounds great. -[chuckles]

And tomorrow we start a three-day friendship celebration,

from all of us to all of you.

Be careful with that.

Do we need anything else? No, we'll just, we'll come back.

[Kristian clears throat]

[tense music plays]

Y- You gave this to me.

Yeah.

Step aside.

[water swirling]

[panting]

[suspenseful music]

I could have killed him, Kristina, I had him right there.

Put that away.

Good evening ladies.

If you do this now, you will never get out alive, and neither will Johan.

Fine.

But as soon as this little friendship party is over with

Yeah, fair enough.

[sighs]

That's a great book, don't you think?

It's really one of my favorites.

It's been a huge comfort to me in these troubling times,

as I'm sure it has been to you as well.

Yes,

I would of course agree, Your Highness.

How's the room?

You can see all the way down to the harbor.

I'm not complaining, Your Highness.

Your Eminence

you've asked to see me, may I, um, may I sit down?

[clears throat] Your Highness,

I've heard rumors

of many innocent lives getting lost during your

military operations in this country

and that Bishop Trolle has been actively

involved in some of these episodes.

Can we skip the 'Your Highness' thing, please?

-What? -Just call me

whatever you like.

But you're right,

-Bishop Trolle is temperamental -Yes

and please rest assured

that those whose lives were taken,

they were all enemies

-of this great Union and the Holy Church. -Uh, yes.

-Yes, in all due respect-- -And they did,

in fact, imprison

-the Great Bishop. Didn't they? -Yes.

So, now the time has come

to put all that behind us,

and look to the future.

-Do you agree? Hmm? -Yes. Yes.

May we have some celebratory wine for the Cardinal and I, please?

Uh, I don't drink Your Highness.

I, I mean, uh

I don't drink.

That is a pity.

[stairs creak]

[door creaks]

[man] Come on, get those pants down

slowly yeah,

yeah, that's the way.

Oh yeah, come on.

Hey-- What are you-- Uh!

Oof!

What, what are you doing?!

What the fuck?!

I want my money back!

[Freja's mother] You look so different

but still

it's you.

[Kristian] Dear

friends.

Danes,

Swedes, brothers, sisters,

I greet you all on this fine evening of reconciliation.

Let's not fool ourselves.

-There's been war. -Yes, Sir.

Mm?

There's been hostility.

Wrongs have been made

on both sides.

-Kristina -Mm.

I haven't seen skin like this in years.

My mother used to have skin like this.

Nice.

I am the rightful King of this country

as well as of Denmark and the beautiful Norway.

But we're all the same.

We're one.

And none is more important than the other,

and I am the righteous father, making sure that

all my children prosper,

and turn into the best versions of themselves.

And, now

we partyyy!

Excuse me, people,

I can't fucking hear you.

-Woo! -Yeah! Woo!

-What are we gonna do? -We're gonna party.

We're gonna party! Cardinal, are you all fired up?

-What are we going to do?! -Party!

You heard the Cardinal!

Paaarty!

[thunder claps]

My girlfriend died recently.

Oh that's

I'm ready to move on.

[Kristian laughs]

I knew, I recognized you from somewhere.

Seeing you with him made me sure.

[dancers scream]

[Kristian] I just want my subjects to have a bit of fun really.

Seems like they do.

[muffled cheering]

[all gasp]

Move it, you scum!

-Go on, get up! -Move it!

-Go on! -Move it!

Get up, move it!

I've not done anything

[hush]

Now, Gustav, tell them what you told me.

I'm upset.

Do you hear?

Bishop Trolle is upset.

Yes

very much so

and I've been upset for a while.

I think some of you might know what I'm referring to.

-What's he talking about? -He's been locked up for years.

Silence!

Three years ago,

I was falsely accused

of treachery

by a great many people.

Some of whom are present here today.

I was dismissed from my position as Archbishop,

I had to spend years in confinement,

even though I had the Pope's support all the way from Rome.

Now I know the treacherous heart of man

and I can adapt to it

but God

God see's all

and to him this was a grave injustice

and dare I say an act of blatant heresy!

[crowd gasps]

And I expect the people responsible

you know who you are

to be punished for their actions.

That's a very serious accusation, Gustav.

It is the most serious there is, my King.

And you do realize that

all these people have been granted immunity?

I do, my King

but unfortunately heresy

-overrules this immunity. -[crowd gasps]

Well, I suppose there's nothing more to say then

Quite right, my King.

[Kristina] My King,

I thought we both agreed that these

silly little incidents, wrong on both sides, your own words,

were to be a thing of the past?

Besides, my husband is dead so

what more is there to do?

There are many things I can do, Mrs Kristina,

there are no limits to my power

-Yes-- -and I take heresy

very seriously.

Oh, as do I, my King.

-Here. -The decision to dismiss Gustav Trolle

from his duties as Archbishop was decided by the State Council in a unanimous vote.

You cannot possibly charge

all of us?

[man] Uh, excuse me.

Yes.

I would just like to say that

I felt pressured to sign the document, my King.

Did you now? That's very easy to say Mr um

-Brask. -Brask.

-If I may -Mm.

[clears throat]

See.

Now, what is this?

To this I felt forced and

-compelled. -I did.

That's very clever, Bishop Brask.

Anyone else felt

compelled

to sign this document

falsely accusing Bishop Trolle of treason?

[crowd muttering]

Well, let's see your Brask notes then.

-[chuckles] -[Kristian] No?

Well, I hereby declare

the following

guilty of heresy against our holy Church.

Gustav, will you do me the honor please, you've got the list.

Certainly my King.

Bishop Vincentius Bellenack.

[crowd members] What?

Bishop Mattias Gregersson.

Erik Johansson Vasa.

Måns Gren.

[crowd muttering]

Erik Ryning.

Kristiern Bengtsson.

Bengt Gylta.

[woman] No!

Erik Nilsson.

[woman] Oh God!

Anders Olofsson

Johan Natt och Dag.

[somber music plays]

Peter Adolfsson.

Be brave, and I will get you

Look at me, I promise.

I don't want to be the one who said 'I told you so

House arrest for you.

-W-orse for you, I'm afraid. Peter Staffansson.

I will find you, okay? I promise, I will find you.

You've got to get Kristina and get out of here.

Peter Budde.

-You have to be brave. -And Sven Johnsson.

Your Eminence, your Eminence

a very unfortunate mess,

let me take you back to your chamber.

Take them away.

[sobbing and protesting]

Take them.

No, hey!

No!

-[Didrik] This is -Get off!

the punishment of God.

-[Anne screams] -Anne!

Now help us Father,

give us the strength

to do what we are about to do.

[screams]

Anne!

[silence]

[tapping]

Come on, lads.

[men] Pull, pull, pull.

Pull, pull, pull.

Pull.

And we, uh, we follow this order then?

No uh

improvising?

Well, you can improvise a little bit, Didrik, if needed.

We're not machines here.

I understand.

One thing, Didrik.

No priests.

-For the condemned? -Yes.

But then they end up in hell

Exactly.

Oops.

I like that.

[Didrik] Who can tell what a day may bring forth.

Cause us therefore greatest God to live every day as if it were to be our last.

Move it!

[crowd mumbling]

[inaudible praying]

[crowd chattering]

[Didrik] And grant that we may not live with any guilt upon

our consciences. [inaudible]

[crowd clamoring]

Not getting cold feet, are we?

Could you

Could you say something nice about me?

You're the best killer I know.

Jaa.

[gentle music plays]

Didrik

[clears throat]

Let's go get them.

-Get out the way! -Get out of here!

Move away!

Get out of the way you fucking peasants!

Today is a perfect day for a bloodbath.

Oi!

Bring them in!

Come on, your worship. Up you get.

Come on, get up, get up.

-Come on. -Please, I haven't done anything!

Come on, move it.

Ladies and gentlemen,

you don't need to be scared,

you don't need to be afraid.

Today will be marked

as the day our noble King Kristian

liberated Sweden from its vile heretics!

Yeah!

Yeah!

-[softly] Yeah. -Yeah.

Yeah.

-[Sylvestre] Bring him up! -[crowd whispering]

[Vincentius] The King is lying to you. He's a traitor and a liar.

-We haven't even received a proper sentence! -You need a sentence?

I will give you a sentence.

Archbishop Vincentius,

I hereby sentence you to death

on the account of heresy.

-[crowd mutters] -[unrest]

You'll burn in hell for this.

Maybe I will

maybe I won't.

Juüurgen!

Chop chop.

[blade slices]

[crowd stirs]

[indistinct shouting]

[splatter]

Why are you doing this?!

-[Slagheck] Grab him. -What are you doing?!

-Argh! -[woman] No, don't take him, please don't

-[inaudible shouting] -[baby cries]

No wait, please! I have a child!

-I have a-- -Baby!

Shut up, shut the fuck up!

Shut up!

Stop! [inaudible begging]

[Didrik panting]

Any more complaints?

Huh?

I'll get you out of here.

[Didrik] Next!

[muffled shouting]

-[ominous music plays] -[thunder rumbles]

Ah! Ah!

[man screams]

[ominous music continues]

[music fades]

[Kristian] I'm not feeling too good about this.

I'm starting to think that executing the bishops was not such a good idea.

Your Majesty,

they're heretics.

Taking their heads was a powerful statement.

But it's a decision for the Pope, Gustav, and you know that.

The Pope, like everybody else,

can be pointed in the right direction.

You're a Bishop too, aren't you?

-Yes. -Mm.

Would you like to join them?

You have to take charge of the narrative,

before those Union-hating bastards do.

[laughs]

Take charge of the narrative,

that sounds like a load of bollocks,

what does that even mean?

You are the writer of your own story.

That is a King's privilege.

We happen to have the perfect messenger right here.

-The cardinal? -Precisely.

The Pope will probably hear it from somewhere else eventually.

It's better, he hears it from our official statement.

How are you going to convince the Cardinal

that our official statement is in fact the truth?

There are no absolute capital T truths, my King,

only a bunch of alternative truths.

We just have to make ours the one he wants to believe.

He seems somewhat, um

-ambivalent. -[laughs]

Let me deal with him.

[Gustav] Your Eminence, the King in all his goodness would like to send you home First Class.

Please, convey this message to the Pope, in which the King humbly explains

that none of these unfortunate incidents were intended by us.

Unfortunately, some innocent lives were lost.

You call yourself a man of God?

You have to see the bigger picture here.

The king is under threat

so is our church.

And if I don't?

Please,

stay here as our guest of honor

while you think this over.

Your Eminence.

[tense music plays]

[pigs screech]

[dog barks]

Your Highness.

Go on, my King,

tell them.

Um

Ladies, it's um

it's been made my task to ask you how you want to go

How you prefer to die.

You can choose between the sword, the ax,

being burnt, buried alive and uh

what's the last one again, Didrik?

-The gallows. -Ah, quite right, the gallows.

So, five options then.

You said that we were given amnesty.

I'm sorry to say it's out of my hands. Apparently

God wants it otherwise.

Well, you can think about it for a while.

Thank you, Sylvestre.

In the meantime, ladies, why don't we, um

Let's go for a walk.

-Dear God. -We want your husband to burn in hell, My Lady.

[whimpers]

[grunts]

Oh.

And your son, too.

[flies buzzing]

[grunts]

Eternal damnation on both of them.

Sylvestre

take them back.

Don't worry, I will fix this.

Move back.

[grunts]

-Hey. -Ah.

Was it good to see your family again?

All alone in the dark.

You left them there.

-[heavy crash] -What a good mother-- Ugh!

-[Anne grunts] -Oh!

You fucking bastard!

Die you bastard, die!

Kristina!

Kristina!

Hurry up!

I can't hold him!

For God's sake, Kristina!

What the fuck are you doing? Hurry up!

[Anne panting]

Fucking hurry up!

Hurry the fuck up!

Fucking arsehole!

This is for my family.

Ahh--

Slagheck

[thud]

The best Danish silver.

You have to go, I need to stay my children, I cannot leave.

What? We'll find them, take them with us.

Impossible, all of Stockholm are my children

but you have to go or they will kill you.

It's fine.

It's fine.

[breathing heavily]

Can I help you?

Good morning Stockholm!

How are we doing today?

[executioner] Up!

Ugh!

I can't hear you, I said,

how the fuck are we doing today?!

[crowd mutters]

[crowd] Boo! Boo!

All right, bring them up.

-[Didrik] Who's up first? -[executioner] This one.

Oh, la, la, la, la.

This one

gives me special pleasure.

Argh!

Put him down.

Johan Natt och Dag.

You are sentenced to death on the account of heresy!

[crowd mutters]

Heresy, ladies and gentlemen!

I so wish your whore was here to see it all up close.

Okay, Jürgen.

Do your thing.

On my count

[somber music plays]

Three

two

one.

[women screaming echoes]

[whimpers]

We're committing mass murder here.

Is everybody against the Union?

Really?

Yes, um, most of them are--

Excuse me? Speak up.

Most of them, my King, yes absolutely.

Most of them?

When entering a new province it's essential you keep its people on your side.

You said that.

I thought that sounded clever.

That sounded smart.

-If I may say -You may.

Trolle is doing a bit of cleaning up for himself, so to speak.

Cleaning up.

Well, as I said,

I think, it's time we wrap it up.

Right.

-Enjoy your lovely-- -[clattering]

-[whispers] Birgitta. -Yes?

Birgitta, it's me, it's Anne, open up.

I need your help.

Erik Helseing.

He's dead, Sir,

and the Eriksson woman is gone.

Yeah, we'll be all right.

I made the arrangements,

you know what we have to do.

We leave tonight.

-Freja, help me get my thi-- -[door bangs]

You must hide, quickly!

Hurry!

-Come on, Birgitta! -I've dealt with enough hideous men in my life.

[footsteps approaching]

[pans clatter]

[distant mattress squeaking]

I'm sorry about the mess.

Didrik Slagheck at your service madam.

It's a very nice place you have here.

Are you, um, are you going somewhere?

No? Okay

you don't care much for small talk, fair enough.

I'll cut straight to the point then.

You see

um, do you mind?

You see this morning a very good friend of mine was murdered,

and a prominent prisoner of ours escaped.

So, we've been doing some detective work,

you know, asking around, talking, investigating, etc.

and

all that led me here.

You know how easy rumors are spread around this part of town

and I know how easy it is to get people to talk when their lives are on the line.

-[screaming] -I can't hear you!

[groaning]

Ahh!

There's no loyalty these days.

Such a shame, really.

That couldn't have been easy for you

giving up your retarded daughter like that.

Having the Erikssons take her in while you're living in this shithole.

I do hope you are a better whore than you are a mother.

Where are they?

Is Henrik Slagheck your brother?

Eh

He's my half brother, yes.

I thought, as much.

He's been here quite a few times.

Oh, really? [laughs]

Really.

You're a bastard, are you not?

And you cried your heart out,

because your whoring Westphalian priest father

never accepted you.

You also wet your bed.

No.

Your father never liked you.

The King doesn't like you.

I don't like you.

Nobody likes you, Didrik.

Is that not the case?

-[Didrik grunts] -[Birgitta] Ah!

-[knife slashes] -Ahh!

[Didrik panting]

-[knife swooshes] -[Didrik groans]

[whimpers]

It's over now, my King.

We did what we had to do.

Is this really what God wanted?

He'll understand.

[inhales deeply]

Thank you for doing this.

[soldier] Hey!

Don't move!

You're under arrest!

Oh, shit.

Get ready.

[ax hums]

Now!

[ax flies through air]

[ax lands]

[knight thuds]

[thunder rumbles]

Let's go.

[gentle tense music plays]

Forgive me Father.

[soldier] Hey, stop.

Papers?

-You've sold all your chickens old man? -Mhmm.

-All right, and now you're going back home? -Mhmm.

Open up.

[gates clank]

Off you go.

[stirring music plays]

Sir.

[muttering]

Oi.

[Gustav] You have to take charge of the narrative.

And we happen to have the perfect messenger right here.

-[inaudible whispering] -Now, the Pope will probably hear it

from someone else eventually.

It's better that he hears it from our official statement.

[gentle suspenseful music plays]

[suspenseful music continues]

[in Spanish] Holy Father, Your Grace.

[panting]

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

[groaning]

[gurgling]

[thud]

[breathing heavily]

Whoa!

[child laughing]

Beautiful.

Huh.

[gentle classical music plays]

[rhythmic music plays]

[rhythmic music continues]

[rhythmic music builds, ends]

[rhythmic music plays]

[rock music plays]

[rock music fades]

[rhythmic music plays]

[rock music plays]

[music fades]

-[man] Execute! -[executioner] Yes sir!

[ax swooshes]

[splattering]