~ Season 04 - Episode 15 ~ "All His Angels"
SYNC by IuliusMonea
I have a ship waiting to take your son, Ívar,
back to your kingdom.
The captain wishes to leave today.
I need to say goodbye to him.
I'll have him brought to you.
I want to talk to him alone.
We have orders to take the cripple.
I have some good news.
King Ecbert has arranged for a boat.
You are going home.
I'm not going without you.
They aren't going to release me.
I have to die.
Then I'll die too.
~ I'm thinking of being burned alive. ~ Don't be stupid.
I don't want you to die.
It is far more important that you stay alive.
People think that you are not a threat.
But I know differently.
Out of all of my sons, it was you I wanted to bring here,
and it is you... that I believe
is the most important to the future of our people.
I'm just about prepared to believe you.
Shut up and listen, idiot.
You have many gifts, and anger is a gift.
What is in here is a gift.
You do not think like other men.
You are unpredictable.
And that will serve you well.
Use your anger intelligently
and I promise you, my son,
that one day, the whole world
will know and fear Ívar, the Boneless.
I wish...
I wish I wasn't so angry all the time.
Then you would be nothing.
I might have been happy.
Happiness is nothing.
I was only joking. Idiot.
Ecbert is handing me over to King Ælle,
who will kill me.
If this Ælle is going to kill you,
then me and all my brothers will seek him for revenge, and you know that.
Yes.
Oh, you must seek revenge,
but not on Ælle.
On Ecbert.
Everyone will always underestimate you.
You must make them pay for it.
I will, Father.
Be ruthless.
Move!
Move out!
I have always know you as an eloquent man.
Why don't you speak to me?
Words lead to actions.
In this case I would wish things
were otherwise but I have no power to change them.
So...
words don't help.
You have been astonishing.
You have given me freedoms, extraordinary freedoms,
and yet you have not claimed me as your property so
I'm still married to my husband in a proper Christian way.
I would have been torn in pieces.
No.
I love you.
I cannot help that.
Whitout knowing it,
you have helped me through the most
difficult years of my life.
And yet you thrive on adversity
and you know there is no difficulty that cannot met.
But now...
I must do something that I would not wish on anyone.
I have to destroy something,
someone...
truly great.
And I have to commit a friend to death.
You have no choice.
Oh, is that true?
Is that really true?
So, do I just wash my hands of him?
Like Pontius Pilate?
Well, I have no doubt Ælle will enjoy the sight of your death.
I'm sure he'll make it a big spectacle.
So I will have the chance to speak?
I'll talk about the Gods...
about my joy of entering Valhalla.
Even though you don't believe it.
I don't.
But my sons do.
My people do.
Faith is as important to them
as it is to you, King Ecbert.
Let's not keep them waiting.
This was your father's.
May it comfort you...
as it has comforted me.
Thank you.
I will never forget you.
I think it will console you to know in the end...
Æthelstan chose your God.
Soldiers, turn!
Prisoner escort,
advance!
I've heard a lot about you.
Eight foot tall...
killed thousands of my countrymen...
eats children.
The last one's not true.
Maybe none of it's true.
Still...
I can smell the fear of everyone around.
They're terrified you are going to kill 'em.
Tell me...
how are you going to escape?
I have no intentions in escaping.
Ecbert?
Doesn't go far on an empty stomach.
Where are we?
I don't know.
You'd do better to ask the horses.
They know.
You're blind.
Sure am.
But the horses know the way.
But don't worry...
I can see you, Ragnar Loðbrók.
I can see you.
When will we reach King Ælle's?
Not until tomorrow.
It will be at least another day before I am put to death.
You and your Gods are wrong.
You see, I guided my fate.
I fashioned the course of my life and my death.
Me. Not you. Not the Gods.
Me.
It was my idea to come here to die.
You believe that,
so it is true to you.
Ah, it riddles you speak.
They have no real meaning.
Your words can be interpreted in so many ways
that they cease to cause comfort or knowledge,
but rather confusion.
Your so-called prophecies are dangerous.
How so?
By telling Lathgertha
that she would never have another child.
Yet she got pregnant.
But then, because of your words,
she put her unborn baby in danger.
So, what if she didn't hear your words?
What if she thought her baby would survive?
She would have rested and protected it.
And now maybe she would be the proud mother
of a healthy child.
Something she always wanted, more than anything.
So you presented her a destiny
and she manifested it.
Perhaps it was her fate
to have the child perish in exactly the way it did.
But what if it wasn't?
What if it was?
I don't believe in the Gods' existence.
Man is the master of his own fate, not the Gods.
The Gods are man's creation, to give answers
that they are too afraid to give themselves.
You may be right, Ragnar Loðbrók.
I am only the Seer.
I have walked among the lowest of the dead.
And I have groped for meaning.
And I may have been wrong.
What did you say?
I didn't say anything.
Brother.
In nomine Patris et Filii...
Don't kill me.
Without the word of God...
there is only darkness.
It's taken you a long time to return, Ragnar Loðbrók,
but at last you are here.
And I thank God and all his angels
that I have kept my promise
and am still alive to witness this day.
And I swear,
before you die,
you will atone for your sins against my countrymen.
Burn the dog!
This is a good day, Ragnar Loðbrók.
For this is the day
that the souls of every innocent Christian man, woman, and child
that you and your pagans slaughtered
shall escape from their purgatory and sing Hallelujah.
For I am about the Lord's work.
God has chosen me, without doubt,
as the instrument of his judgment.
Yeah! Kill him!
~ Get up! Kick him! ~ Get up!
Leave him!
~ Get him up! ~ Bring him!
Ask for absolution.
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.
Ask for absolution.
Ask for absolution!
How the little piggies will grunt
when they hear how the old boar suffered.
My brother.
Our Father, who art in Heaven...
Our Father,
who art in Heaven...
Hallowed be Thy name.
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread
and forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
Amen.
To your ropes!
Pull!
"Not unto us, O Lord.
"Not unto us, but unto Thy name give glory.
"Their idols are silver and gold,
"the work of men's hands.
"They have mouths,
"but they speak not.
"Eyes have they,
"but they see not."
Yes!
"Deliver me, O Lord, from the evil man.
"Preserveth me from the violent man.
"Surely the righteous...
"shall give thanks unto Thy name.
"The upright...
"shall dwell in Thy presence."
O Lord, hear my prayer.
It gladdens me to know that Odin prepares for a feast.
Soon I shall be drinking ale from curved horns.
This hero that comes into Valhalla
does not lament his death!
I shall not enter Odin's hall with fear.
There I shall wait for my sons to join me.
And when they do...
I will bask in their tales of triumph.
The Æsir will welcome me!
My death comes without apology!
And I welcome the valkyries to summon me home!
"Deliver me, O Lord,
"from mine enemies!"
Where is our father?
Where is Ragnar?
King Ecbert handed him over to King Ælle,
knowing that Ælle would kill him.
Why would he give him to Ælle?
It doesn't matter.
Our father is probably dead by now.
And we will have to avenge him.
That is what matters.
We have something to tell you.
Ubbe?
Mother is dead.
It's true.
Lathgertha killed her.
Lathgertha is now Queen of Kattegat.
And Mother is dead.
SYNC by IuliusMonea
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