EPISODE 3
There are no major changes.
Compensation is five pounds of gold.
You won't be paid until you produce the body.
You may do what you wish with his ships and cargo.
Kill Thors.
-Come on! I told you, monk! -I'm next!
Thors, eh?
The Troll of Jom.
I've heard of him. But are you sure? Is he not a hero in your land?
I wouldn't ask you to kill him if he was a hero.
He broke a military law. Desertion in the face of the enemy.
The order for his execution has stood for 15 years.
I know you're one for upholding the law but, my God, 15 years?
You took your time.
But, I mean,
as long as I'm paid properly, I'll take any job given to me.
But you know,
when you're executing one of your own, I thought normally you'd do it yourself.
You went to Iceland, didn't you?
Why didn't you kill him then?
The Christian monk's already dead.
That's not your concern.
For your own sake, keep your nose out of it.
Fine by me.
Give me five more pounds of gold in advance and I'll take the job.
It's bold of you to ask for that so casually.
Oh, no! Sorry about that.
It just slipped out of my hand. No one's hurt, right?
You must be more careful!
You could have hit me!
-You're awful at it! -You're drinking too much, Bjorn!
Another five pounds of gold in advance.
Then we'll do it.
Fine.
You're as manly as I expected. I'll see you later then.
By the way.
What kind of warrior is this Thors?
How does he look?
How does he fight?
Thors is no longer a warrior.
All right, drinking game is over. Time to get to work, you rogues.
Bjorn, that was a good throw.
No sweat.
Even caught Floki off guard.
I wish I could have seen his face.
Seems he's not just idle talk.
For me, Ari, son of Geitr, the time has come to become a man.
I know. Don't say a word. Of course, it won't be an easy journey.
And it is possible I'll be injured on the field of battle.
But I shall return home!
And when I do, I will present you with a necklace plundered from England!
-I'm still sleepy. -Now, if you would…
m… ma… marr…
-Marry-- -Ari!
Your lunch. You forgot your lunch.
Mother!
Why are you so careless? Be sure to share the salted herring with the others.
-I made a lot. -Move it, Mother.
How dare you speak to me that way!
I'll talk to you when I return. Wait for me, Ylva!
They're leaving today.
I hope they don't die.
Ylva.
Could I have a word?
Wait, I'm first!
Hey, Ylva!
Maybe try somewhere else?
Don't forget to wash properly every Saturday, dear?
Yes, Mama.
I swear on the axe of my ancestors to bring back a chest of gold coins!
The young men are in high spirits!
But are only five men really enough?
Thors said that five was enough.
Well, if he says so, then it must be right.
But five men are barely enough to sail the ship.
But if that's what he decided, he must have a good reason.
What were you talking about with Ylva?
Shut up, you dope. I could ask you the same thing.
You better watch your back on the battlefield.
Don't mock me. I could say the same to you.
Ari!
What?
Be careful out there.
Yeah.
-We're not done here. -What did you say?
Don't walk in front of me!
Miss.
Are you worried about Ari?
Then let me tell you a secret.
What? They're not going off to war?
It's a secret.
On our way to Jomsborg, we'll stop in Norway.
There, Thors plans to leave those boys behind.
With new sailors from Norway, Thors will set off to Jomsborg.
I'm a friend of the former king of Norway.
I've got some influence there.
And as soon as I'm done trading, I'll bring those boys home.
I can only carry about five men on my rotting old boat.
Thors won't take a single one of them into battle.
That's the kind of man Thors is.
Thorfinn!
Hey! Where are you?
Thorfinn!
But Leif.
Does that mean Thors will go to battle alone?
Ready to sail!
Ready!
What's with that oar?
That Thorfinn. How could he not see Father off?
Is he still holding a grudge about last night?
-Helga! -Yes?
Tell Thorfinn for me…
that… well…
I mean…
Yes. I will tell him.
Thank you.
All right. Depart!
What monstrous strength.
Idiot! Don't stop rowing!
Paddle!
Good luck!
Bring back trophies!
Open the sail!
-The skin on my hands is raw. -Oh, my butt!
Hang in there.
Ari, man the rudder.
Mord and Magni, adjust the buntlines. Hakon and Grim, do the braces.
Are you tired?
No, not at all…
Don't worry. There's not much rowing from here.
We're in the current, so it'll move on its own.
Does that mean we can't turn back, Father?
You could say that.
"Father"?
Tho--
Thorfinn! You--
Not now!
Made it.
You sneaky little--
Father!
The sea!
There's something suspicious about this.
What's that?
That Floki is hiding many things.
What he said about Thors's execution must be a lie.
I'm sure of it.
Then what is this?
An assassination.
I don't know if it's personal, but he decided this on his own.
So what?
We still get paid if we kill him.
Why do you think he didn't use his own men?
So he's not caught violating orders?
Well, that's part of it.
But perhaps he's afraid of what he might lose.
A loss so great, he can't explain it to his leader.
Like losing an entire Jomsvikings crew?
To get one old warrior?
That's ridiculous.
Get down here, you brat!
Suddenly, I want to see this Troll of Jom for myself.
I'm glad that he'll provide some excitement.
I can't see any stars. I can't see anything.
Which way are we going?
Thors!
The wind has changed! A little to the right.
I will take the lead. Follow behind me.
All right!
Wow.
How is Leif able to navigate the sea without getting lost?
Ari.
Don't stare long into the night sea.
It will drag you under.
Thors.
What's the battlefield like?
You've fought all over, haven't you?
Tell me some of your great stories.
I want to take down an enemy leader and become a man too!
I see.
My daughter certainly prefers strong men.
It'll be tough for you too.
You got me. You saw right through me.
Do you like Ylva, Ari?
Yeah, she's my type. She's cute.
She was born when I was still a Jomsviking.
She's my first child.
She's noisy.
Do all babies cry this much?
Thors, you mustn't hold her like that!
Support her head!
Give me a boy next time, Helga.
The leader wishes for a boy.
My wife Helga is the daughter of the army leader.
Her face was pale after a difficult labor.
Thors.
Give her a name.
Name her what you like.
I'm busy.
The Norway campaign is soon.
Thors, the ships are leaving.
Good. I'll go now.
Thors!
Give her a name.
In the 15 years we've been together,
Helga has only been angry that one time.
Ylva was the name of my mother.
It just came to me.
Now that I think about it, that's when it started.
That's when I began to fear the battlefield.
That is why I fled.
The warriors who knew me then may speak ill of me now.
Hey! I can see the Faroe Islands!
Father!
Is this England?
We're in England?
You're completely wrong!
These are the Faroe Islands.
They're right between Iceland and Norway.
We'll rest here to make the journey easier.
There's a village in that fjord up ahead.
We'll get drinking water there and I can sell my goods.
By the way, are you planning to come all the way to England with us?
Get ready to row!
All right, do your best!
I wish we didn't have to do this.
My butt hurts!
What's wrong, Leif?
Something's wrong.
What is it?
That's what I'm wondering.
Something different from last time.
I know. It's the number of houses. There are fewer.
Let's turn back, Leif. I have a bad feeling about this.
The terrain's bad too.
-What? -Are you serious?
Hey, they're rowing backwards.
Did they notice us?
Not bad.
They're careful. They may prove to be formidable.
They're too close, but it can't be helped.
The ships will be slightly damaged, but do it!
The fjord entrance is blocked!
Take that!
All right, excellent! They're just rats in a trap.
Thors! Everyone! Are you hurt?
Everyone safe?
-Yes! -More or less.
Arrows will fall. Protect your heads!
Leif, what's your damage?
We're good. No damage to the ship or the crew.
They're coming.
The person who set this trap is further up the fjord.
Further up?
Pirates?
These are house pillars.
We're completely blocked in.
They got us.
They'll spare us if we surrender.
You don't know that!
Of course not!
If we're caught, we'll just be sold as slaves. Brace yourselves!
No big deal.
There are only two ships.
Put it away, Ari.
They're skilled fighters.
Farmers are no match for roaming pirates.
You don't stand a chance against them.
Father.
Thors?
Thorfinn.
Only use this to protect yourself.
Do you hear me? Only as a last resort.
You're going to kill them after all?
You are, aren't you?
All right! Let's kill them!
Don't say "kill" so easily.
Bjorn! That mushroom…
One, two, three… Eleven, twelve… and one kid.
What? That's all?
Hey, Askeladd!
Could you let me handle this alone?
It'll be no fun if we all go against so few.
I'll find out what kind of man this Troll of Jom is.
Go ahead. It seems he wishes for the same.
Bastard!
What's with you?
Where did you fall from?
Brother!
Let's kill him.
Not bad.
Troll of Jom.
Subtitle translation by Astrid Oliver