Beowulf

Hrothgar! Hrothgar! Hrothgar! Hrothgar! Hrothgar! Hrothgar!

I want mead!

Give me some mead, my Queen.

Thank you,

my beautiful Queen.

Hrothgar! Hrothgar! Hrothgar!

This is how it works, Aesher.

After you die, you wouldn't really be dead.

Providing you have accepted Him,

as the one and only God.

Alright, back!

Back!

Here, my beauty, give me a kiss.

I want a kiss! Give me a kiss!

I want a kiss!

Please! I want a kiss. I want a kiss.

Stop it!

More!

More!

My thanes.

My beautiful thanes!

One year ago,

I, Hrothgar, your King,

swore that we would celebrate our victories,

in a new hall,

mighty and beautiful!

Have I not kept my oath?

In this hall,

we shall divide the spoils of our conquests,

the gold and the treasure.

And this shall be a place of merriment,

joy and fornication!

From now until the end of time,

I name this hall...

Herat!

Treasure.

Let's hand out some treasure!

Give me some of that!

From my conquests!

Unferth!

For Unferth,

for Unferth,

my wisest advisor,

violator of virgins,

and best,

and bravest of brave brawlers.

Unferth,

where the hell are you, you weasel-faced bastard?

I'm here, my King.

Unferth, come here, you...

ungrateful lout!

Hrothgar! Hrothgar!

He faced a demon dragon.

When other men would freeze.

And then my lords he took his sword.

And brought it to its knees.

Hrothgar! Hrothgar!

The greatest of our kings.

Hrothgar! Hrothgar!

He broke the dragon's wings.

Hrothgar! Hrothgar!

The kingdom fell in darkness. And shadows ruled the night.

With no sign of dawn, he soldiered on and brought us back to life.

Hrothgar! Hrothgar!

He never shook your faith.

Hrothgar! Hrothgar!

Let every cup be raised.

Hrothgar! Hrothgar!

He offered us protection, when monsters roamed the land.

And one by one, he took them on, they perished at his hand.

Mead!

Mead!

Mead!

You're spilling it.

Where's my mead? You're spilling it.

You're spilling it!

Cain, you clumsy idiot!

How dare you waste the King's mead?

He rose up like a savior, when every hope was gone.

The beast was gored and peace restored.

His memory will live on.

Hrothgar! Hrothgar!

Let every cup be raised.

Hrothgar! Hrothgar!

Now and forever.

A sword!

Give me a sword!

Come! Arm yourselves!

Stay down, my Lady!

Give me a sword! My Lord!

A sword!

No!

Fight me!

Fight me!

Fight me.

You fight me, damn you.

Nay.

Hrothgar!

What was that?

Grendel.

Grendel,

what have you done?

What have you done, Grendel?

Mother.

Fish and wolf and bear,

and sheep or two,

But not men.

Men?

They are small.

Here.

Men, Grendel.

They have slain so many of our kind.

Men.

They screamed!

The men bellowed and screamed!

The men, hurt me.

They hurt my head.

My ear.

Hurt...

my head.

Was Hrothgar there?

I did not hurt him. No!

I did not hurt him. No.

No! No.

Good.

Good boy.

And tender.

Mother.

Men, build another pyre!

There's dry wood behind the stables.

Then burn the dead.

And seal the hall!

Close the doors and the windows.

And by the King's order,

there should be no singing or merrymaking of any kind.

This place reeks of death.

The scops are singing the...

shame of Herat as far south as the middle kingdom and as far north as the ice-lands.

I've let it be known,

that I will give...

half the gold in my kingdom to any man who can rid us of Grendel.

My King, for deliverance

our people sacrifice goats and sheep to Odin and Heimdall.

With your permission,

shall we also pray to the new Roman god, Christ Jesus?

Perhaps he can lift our affliction.

No, Unferth, no.

No, the gods will do nothing for us that we will not do for ourselves.

What we need is a hero.

Hold your oars up!

And heave!

Can you see the coast?

Can you see the Danes' guide-fire?

I see nothing but the wind and the rain!

No fire, no stars by which to navigate.

We're lost!

Given to the sea!

The sea's my mother!

She'll never take me back to her murky womb.

My mother was a fishwife in Uppland.

I was rather hoping to die in battle as a warrior should!

Heave!

The men are worried the storm has no end, Beowulf.

It's no earthly storm, that much is for sure.

But this demon's tempest will not hold us out,

if we really want in!

Who wants to live?

We do!

Then pull your oars!

Let's see you do it!

For Beowulf!

For gold!

For glory!

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

Beowulf.

Hold fast!

No.

Who are you?

From your dress, you are warriors.

Speak! Why should I not run you through right now?

We are Geats.

I am Beowulf,

son of Ecgtheow.

We come seeking your Prince Hrothgar,

in friendship.

They say,

you have a monster here?

They say, your lands are cursed.

Is that what they say?

Bards sing of Hrothgar's shame from the frozen North to the shores of Vinland.

There's no shame to be accursed by demons!

I am Beowulf!

And I am here to kill your monster.

I thought there were no more heroes foolish enough,

to come around here and die for our gold.

If we die, it'll be for glory,

not for gold.