Vikings

I wonder if you even know, brother,

why you have been brought here?

- Yes - Louder. I can't hear you.

I know why.

I killed Lagertha.

What?

I killed your mother, Bjorn.

Ah!

Why?

I thought she was Ivar. I thought that she...

I thought that Ivar was coming to kill me.

I don't care what you thought!

Being drunk is no excuse for anything!

You murdered my mother!

You murdered the most famous shield-maiden in the world!

You!

You sad, pathetic, raddled little man.

You were not fit to kiss her feet!

And you aren't fit to be called a son of Ragnar.

I...

And when you killed my mother, you killed a part of me too.

And you have to understand...

I can never forgive you.

I know that.

And you're right, Bjorn.

I am a sad wreck of a man.

I've made a bad job of my life.

And whatever you want to do with me,

even if you want to burn me alive,

I'll accept it.

For I've deserved it.

Unlike you and Ubbe,

I've never done anything to make our father proud of me.

Hvitserk is guilty!

You all heard him confess!

I will decide tomorrow what punishment he must face.

Take him away.

I am so sorry that it has come to this.

Don't be sorry. We are who we are.

Perhaps you can still throw yourself on Bjorn's mercy.

Ask for forgiveness.

Forgiveness?

Don't you realize, Ubbe,

I did what we all agreed should be done?

I killed Lagertha.

I killed the woman who murdered our mother.

You said the gods would arrange our revenge.

I remember that.

You yourself attacked Lagertha,

tried to kill her.

But you could see it wasn't what the gods had in mind.

Ivar, Ivar, who is supposed to be so clever,

promised to kill Lagertha.

But he also failed.

So, it was up to me.

Don't you see, Ubbe?

I was an instrument of the gods.

It was my fate.

It was me.

I want to kill him.

You have every right. I can't deny it.

But neither does he.

He was not in his right mind when he killed your mother.

It was not really Hvitserk who killed her.

Don't talk about the drug addict.

Talk about my mother's village, what happened there!

Talk about my son.

Talk about our son!

Your son wanted to play a part in the defense of his village.

I should have been there.

He wanted to prove himself as a warrior.

He knew that his mother and his father would hear of his exploits.

He put himself in danger.

Yes. He had quite extraordinary courage.

And now the gods punish me.

I have lost three things,

my mother, my son, and now the crown of Norway.

These are hard things to bear.

We will burn Hvitserk tomorrow.

I'm disturbing you?

No.

Come sit, Erik.

I owe you my life.

No.

No, the gods spared you.

Every Viking, from whichever country we came from,

all heard tell of the saga of Ragnar Lothbrok and his sons.

All the Great Halls of Scandinavia, poets sang of Ragnar,

and of you,

Bjorn Ironside.

So, it is strange

to be here now sitting beside you,

as if you were like the rest of us.

And, like the rest of us,

mourning your dead.

I am going to

burn my brother tomorrow.

I want him to feel unimaginable pain.

Because that is what I feel.

And what does a man do?

He fights.

- And? - He looks after his family.

You have your father's eyes.

When your time comes,

you must lead with your head, not with your heart.

Can you do that?

I don't want you to go.

It's fate.

I've changed my mind.

I'm coming with you.

Look after your mother.

Come on.

Move on.

Light the fire!

What is he doing?

What have they done?

I saved you.

And do you want to know why I saved you?

Because I know you were happy to die.

Perhaps you thought the gods would admire your courage

and admit you into Valhalla.

But I don't want you to be happy.

No. I don't want you to enter Odin's Hall.

I want you to suffer a living death,

expelled from Kattegat and the haunts of men,

destined to die in a ditch in some forest somewhere,

utterly forgotten, wretched, insignificant, unmemorable!

Like a flea on a sheep's back.

Take him away!

He won't survive the winter.

People of Kattegat!

I suffered an immense defeat.

King Harald Finehair has defeated me

in the election for the kingship of Norway.

Perhaps I

underestimated my opponent.

Whatever the case, King Harald Finehair is now King of Norway.

And we are isolated, vulnerable and alone.

I fear he will launch an attack very soon,

as we are a prize worth taking.

Knowing what you know,

do you want me to step down as your king?

If you do, you can pledge your allegiance to King Harald

and save Kattegat from destruction.

I am ashamed!

Here is the son of Ragnar Lothbrok asking for your support.

You know Bjorn.

You know what he has achieved.

And now he tells you that perhaps the gods don't favor him anymore.

But I don't think so.

I think the gods love Bjorn Ironside.

As I do.

As you do.

You love Bjorn.

And you have every reason to do so.

You should acclaim him.

What other kind of hero do you want?

Here is Bjorn Ironside! He fights for you!

All hail King Bjorn!

All hail King Bjorn! All hail King Bjorn!

All hail King Bjorn! All hail King Bjorn!

All hail King Bjorn!

All hail King Bjorn! All hail King Bjorn!

All hail King Bjorn!

All hail King Bjorn!

All hail King Bjorn!

All hail King Bjorn!

All hail King Bjorn!

All hail King Bjorn!

All hail King Bjorn!

All hail King Bjorn!

All hail King Bjorn!

Where are we going?

We're going to see Uncle Oleg.

About what?

I don't know. Oleg is an enigma.

What's an "igma"?

Enigma.

What's an "enigma"?

I've no idea.

Perhaps Uncle Oleg wants to give me a present.

Perhaps he does.

Perhaps he wants to give me half of the sky.

He cannot give you something that is already yours.

Remember that. Huh?

Prince Igor.

And Ivar the Boneless.

How very lovely.

Will you have some tea?

- Tea? - Tea.

What is that?

A plant. From Asia.

Medicine, perhaps.

I thought you might be interested in the further plans

for the invasion of your countries.

I mean, of course, our countries.

Hmm.

Of course.

As you know, we cannot put our plan

into operation until next spring.