Barbarians (Barbaren)

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

The wolf is coming!

I'll get you!

Ansgar!

Ansgar!

Ansgar, hold still!

Hey, little brother.

Are you hunting?

Show me how fierce you are!

What do you hope to catch like that?

A mouse? A frog?

Father.

Thusnelda, leave your brother alone and come.

He'll be here soon.

Unbind your hair.

The Cherusci welcome you, Reik Hadgan.

Your long journey was not for nothing. You will be very pleased.

Pelvis is a bit narrow.

Good teeth.

Strong muscles.

And a firm fist.

Don't grab her hair, Hadgan. She doesn't belong to you yet.

-We need to discuss the price. -Don't start again.

The bride price is set. Five horses.

In these times?

For such a skinny woman?

Think it over.

I'll see you to the gate.

Want me to stab him for you?

I'll do it myself.

The price is high, but I'll take her.

You aren't just getting a wife, Hadgan. You're getting an alliance.

I'll come fetch her in half a moon.

She'll submit. You'll see.

Augustus, emperor of the holy city of Rome,

has appointed a new governor for Germania:

Senator Publius Quinctilius Varus.

-Do you understand what he's saying? -No.

Fuck, these brutes don't understand a word.

From now on,

Rome will no longer waive your tribute.

Segestes, what's he saying?

The Romans want tribute.

Varus requires every tribe to pay the value

of 20 cows

or 50 hundredweights of grain.

They want livestock and grain.

Are you blind?

Do you see anything to take here?

What?

Say that again.

He says to say that again.

You have three days.

They're giving us three days.

What?

Why are the Romans breaking the treaty? We are at peace with Rome!

We don't pay tribute.

I've had it!

I didn't sacrifice my sons for Rome to bleed us dry.

What can you do?

The Romans outmatch us. I don't need to remind you by how much.

No, you don't, Segestes.

-The mother of your sons… -Don't speak of my wife! Or my sons!

Send messengers.

To every tribe.

We're calling a folkmoot. Everyone will have a voice.

There's no point.

You'll never get the tribes to agree.

I will bind them all by oath to fight.

We give the Romans nothing.

You are the reik.

Reiks!

The Romans are now demanding tribute from all Germans.

Tonight we must make a decision.

Will we let ourselves be subjugated by the Romans,

or will we fight back?

Germans?

Since when are we Germans?

That's what the Romans call us…

because they can't tell us apart.

Then they're blind!

I have nothing in common with you Cherusci.

-Or with the goat-thieving Marsi. -Take that back!

I'd rather drink piss.

-Open your mouth! -Stop it!

What's wrong with you all?

No spilling of blood at the folkmoot.

What do we get if we pay this tribute?

-Yeah? -More overfed Romans.

I say enough is enough.

I say we fight!

You want to fight the greatest army in the world?

Why not just bash your own heads in?

There are 10,000 Romans here.

5,000 are crossing the Lippe right now. Understand? Or are you stupid?

What we need is peace.

I shit on your stinking peace.

I will pay no tribute!

Never!

Never!

What do you say, Reik?

We have an alliance with Rome.

And you sacrificed much for it.

Aldarich of the Marsi.

No war with the Romans.

We haven't heard from Hadgan of the Chatti yet.

No war with Rome.

The tribes are not in agreement.

What do you say, Reik?

Will the Cherusci fight?

Without the support of everyone?

We keep the peace.

You, at the folkmoot?

Yeah, so?

You won't say that once you've been punished.

Worse than being touched by you?

Yeah.

None of you have any balls.

My brother's braver than those old farts.

But you're his sister.

And you're a woman.

-And our reik is no real man. -Careful, Thusnelda.

I swore an oath to Segimer.

You know that.

We swore one to each other too.

Or does this mean nothing?

Then report me to the reik.

I will.

-Then do it. -Yeah, I will.

Go ahead.

-I will. -Go on.

-I will. -Go on.

-I will. -Go on.

-I will. -Go on.

-I will. -Go on.

-I will. -Go on.

Hey.

-I have to go. -Yeah.

I'm so tired of hiding this.

Folkwin…

Yes?

My father has a groom for me.

Who?

A reik.

Who?

Hadgan.

The ugly Chatti?

The reik of the Chatti.

You are a swordsman.

Your father is a brewer.

My father is a lord.

Your father is a damn Rome-lover

who wants to stab our reik in the back, and to…

sell you like an ox.

But what can we do?

Just run away?

Yes.

I'll steal you.

Right now.

Come on.

Come on.

Folkwin…

I want you.

But they'll cast us out.

You don't want that.

Maybe the Romans will get him.

Finally, you're here, my son.

Welcome to Germania.

It's good to see you again after all this time.

I can really use your strategic mind in this crazy land.

Come here, you little berserker.

Do you know what day it is?

Today is the day…

we sacrifice you to the gods.

First, I'll throw you into the swamp…

and then Wodan will come.

And he will gnaw the flesh…

from your bones.

And in return, we'll get sunshine.

For days and days.

Oh... Oh, no.

Hey.

So long as I live,

nothing will happen to you.

Okay, little brother?

I promise. What does the wolf say?

What does the wolf say?

Folkwin, we're to gather the tribute.

-Reik's orders. -No.

Go.

We don't have have enough for ourselves, Mother.

If the reik wants peace, you'll give your last goat.

Bring the sheep too.

Where's the rest?

I asked you a question. Where is the rest?

-Fine, take it back! Go get drunk instead! -Leave my father alone.

You are not the reik.

Romans.