The Damned

We should not be here.

Magnus said it was a place of opportunity,

if you could endure the cold,

the long nights,

the hunger.

This time last year, all these racks were full.

Yesterday, we started eating the fish we had set aside for bait.

The men don't want to think of anything but the next day at sea.

Perhaps it's the only way they can survive.

But walking blindly into the dark is something I will not do.

Bait the hooks And bind them fast

And weigh them down with a stone

There's two dark birds In a white, white sky

The sun the color of the bone...

- Hello, Helga. - Evening, miss.

Oh, yeah. Feels good.

Yeah! O, this long winter Will never ever end

Till my love is returned to me

Cool the oars, throw the lines

Then bend your head and pray

- I saved you the head. - Thank you. Will you sit down now?

- You've been on your feet all day. - Thank you, miss.

There's ice on the fjord And snow on the hills

And the fish swimming under the sea

Yeah!

O, this long winter will never ever end

Till my love is returned to me

Yeah!

Bad enough that we're eating into our wages,

but when it's like that...

Don't like it? There's the kitchen.

Could you swap places? I bet Helga's faster than you.

Well

am I a liar?

No, not at all.

I found at least three seasons

when the midwinter catch was poor.

But we still had enough to sell come spring.

I meant no disrespect, Ragnar.

My concerns are less to do with the catch

and more with the well-being of the men.

Those years, not everyone survived the winter.

This is a fishing station.

Any man here that doesn't have scars on his hands,

salt in his blood,

a rumbling in his stomach from morning to night,

- is in the wrong fucking place. - Father.

If you'll pardon my language.

But seeing as the mountain roads are snowed under till spring,

you know, we may as well tighten our belts,

stop complaining,

'cause no one's going anywhere.

You know, Miss Eva, your husband, God rest his soul,

he made it a tradition

to give a toast to the men on midwinter's night.

Things may seem dark now,

but we're already blessed with good fortune.

As of tomorrow, each day will be longer than the one before it,

until the springtime,

when you'll all be reunited with your loved ones,

wherever they may be.

I'm sure they'll be very happy to see you.

Truth be told, ma'am, the only thing they'll be happy to see

is the money.

May the Lord protect you from hidden rocks,

harmful sea creatures and dangerous pirates.

- -Skol. - Skol.

That'll make you a man in no time.

Shut up. Shut up.

There were two brothers I heard of

from a town a little north of here.

They were fishermen.

One was handsome... one was plain.

They worked hard every winter

and, in time, became wealthy.

Now,

the plain brother spent his money wisely,

but the handsome brother did not.

The older he got, the more he came to envy

his brother's beautiful wife

and his fine house.

So, one day,

when they were out at sea,

he took up his oar,

and struck him

three times at the back of the head

pushed him overboard and rowed home.

Told everyone that there had been a terrible accident.

A year went by.

He married his brother's beautiful wife

and moved into the fine house.

Then late one night

when everyone was in bed

there was a knock at the door.

He sent one of the servants to see who it was,

but the man never came back.

He sent his wife...

But she didn't come back either.

Finally, the handsome brother went to the door himself,

but there was no one there.

Just the bad smell

of seaweed and rotting meat.

Then,

at the back of his neck, he felt...

Get out! Get out!

I was quite surprised how merry everyone seemed last night.

Fisherman's way, ma'am. You drink deep when times are good,

and deeper when they're bad.

Besides, I won a wager.

Seeing Ragnar part with money always cheers everyone up.

What was the wager?

Uh, I don't quite recall. It's, um...

Go on.

Somewhat embarrassing, to tell you the truth.

- It concerned you. - Me?

Merely, some of the men thought you wouldn't return this season.

After what happened with Magnus,

they thought you'd sell the fishing station quickly

and move back to your family.

Magnus was my family.

- Yeah... - This fishing station is all I

all I have left.

Come on! One, two, three.

Heave!

Bail!

Poor bastards.

They must have got stuck on the Teeth when the tide turned.

The hell were they doing this far north?

Almighty God,

protect these men and give them the help that they need,

and save them from the perilous sea.

Amen.

Hey!

- Where are you going? - Getting the bonfires lit.

Anyone alive will be freezing by the time we get them to shore.

That... that is not our business.

- It could be us out there. - But it isn't!

And if they had any sense worth a damn, they wouldn't have taken a ship that big

so close to the shore in the first place.

We lost Master Magnus out in those rocks.

And you'd still have us take the boat out there,

risk all our necks?

For strangers?

Foreigners.

We're not gonna help them?

You heard what Miss Eva said last night.

Can barely feed ourselves.

There might be ten, 20 people still aboard.

If you don't like how I run things, go and find another boat to work on.

I'm the helmsman, dammit! It's my decision.

No, it's not. It's hers. She owns the boat, not you.

I'm afraid Ragnar is right.

Helping those men will put our lives at risk,

and I cannot do that.

I cannot.

We will not fish today out of respect.

That's good.

We should search the other beaches.

Be a waste of time.

What do you mean?

It's a damn stroke of luck this ended up where it did.

I know the currents around the Teeth.

Whatever wreckage can float will stay close to them.

For how long?

Till the tide turns.

After that, who knows?

Could we get a boat out there before then?

We'd have to leave now.

Hey! Keep rowing!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stop! Stop!

There!

Watch it, you fool! You'll have us all tipped over!

Ragnar, get up here.

- To the back, miss. - Push us off, damn it!

- Can't we help them? - There's too many of them!

They'll swamp the boat!

To the back of the boat!

Push us off!

Go!

No, get away!

- Push us back! - Get away!

They'll have us over!

Stop it! Stop it! Stop! Stop! Stop!

Get off.

Stay back!

Hey!

Ragnar!

Where's Ragnar?

Ragnar!

- Keep rowing. - Ragnar's in the water!

- Where's Ragnar? - Can anyone see him?

He's gone down!

Ragnar!

Oh, my God!

Help! Help!

- Help! - Stand back! Stand back!

Five jars of lamp oil

six bottles of brandy.

That's it.