Vikings

Previously on Vikings...

There is a city called Paris.

I can see that not the living but the dead will conquer Paris.

We are running out of fresh food.

The city is beginning to starve.

I believe we must attempt to come to terms with them.

We should never give in to these vile pagans.

Otherwise we will have failed, and that is how we would be judged.

The Franks want to discuss a way to end the siege.

You have all failed!

I will not.

With no more discussion, we shall meet the Franks tomorrow.

He urges you to accept the offer.

5,760 pounds in gold and silver.

There is something I also seek.

I am a dying man. I want to be baptized.

He says you will go to hell, not heaven.

That is not your decision.

All the treasure is here, as promised.

They have met their obligations.

The emperor expects that you will meet yours,

and leave immediately.

I'll tell Ragnar.

They've brought the payment.

- I said... - I heard you.

It makes no difference to me.

I am dying.

But at least I know,

I will see Athelstan again.

What did I tell you, Rollo?

I warned all of you.

The priest poisoned Ragnar's mind

and now we see the fruit of it.

It's true.

And now I have a heavy heart.

I cannot believe that Ragnar is truly a Christian.

Not in his heart.

You saw what you saw. And I heard what I heard.

But you too, were baptized, Rollo.

It did not change you.

I did not want it to change me.

The gods protected me from the Christian magic.

But they refused to protect Ragnar.

- Why? - You know why.

His name was Athelstan.

Do you think is true?

What they're saying about Ragnar?

- I hope so. - Why?

Because no Christian king will ever be allowed to rule our world.

It's unthinkable.

An insult to our gods and our people.

Then someone needs to kill him.

Princess Gisla, I want to talk with you.

Not now, Count.

It's neither the time nor place for earthly things.

Forgive me.

Count Odo,

the princess doesn't seem to appreciate your valor.

You saved our city.

Please, allow me to demonstrate my gratitude.

Later, perhaps.

What a day to celebrate.

Our precious city is saved.

We paid them to go away.

How do you count that a victory, Father?

Because next time, we will be better prepared.

We will block the rivers, prevent their incursions.

If only my grandfather was here.

If only Charlemagne was here.

How we would rejoice.

Are you sure?

Now I am tired.

God bless you, Daughter.

God bless Paris.

- Helga. - Let go of me!

- Yes! - No, no, no, no. Please!

After such knowledge, what forgiveness?

Oh, but you don't understand.

- What is there to understand? - Everything!

There will come a time

when you will be responsible for our people.

You are our king.

Hmm.

For now.

But when your time comes,

you must lead with your head,

not with your heart.

Can you do that?

Yes, Father.

I have something, I only trust you to do for me.

If you would truly see what the gods have in store for you,

you would go down now and dance naked on the beach.

Where does your husband think you are tonight?

My husband will be too drunk to even care.

I almost believe you.

The princess will not speak with you tonight.

She will speak with me, eventually.

Her father will insist.

She seems very boring.

So moral.

So good.

It is very tedious.

You would soon tire of her, believe me.

Perhaps.

But then again, breaking her could be interesting.

Is there a way,

that I could keep your interest?

Come.

We will see.

If you would submit.

To what?

To being chained up and whipped.

Of course, I will allow you to choose the whip.

Some are more severe than others.

You will always be able to call a halt,

though I would prefer to decide myself.

It would keep my interest.

Undoubtedly.

Tell me when to strike.

Say strike.

Strike.

- (WHIP CRACKING) - (EXCLAIMING)

What are you doing?

Ragnar asked me to build him one last boat.

It's almost a month since we gave them their blood money.

So why are they still here?

We don't know.

Perhaps it is time we found out.

He wants to know why you're still here and not returned home.

They have honored their pledge, why are you not honoring yours?

Our king, my father, Ragnar Lothbrok,

is too weak and ill to travel.

He wants to see.

Wait.

If he dies, he has only asked one thing.

That he receive a proper Christian burial.

Otherwise, we will not leave.

He says you may bring his body to the cathedral,

carried by unarmed men.

They will say a Christian mass for his soul.

- (DRUM MUSIC PLAYING) - (WOMAN SINGING)

You can go talk to him now.

Who knows, Ragnar, what the gods have in store for us.

But this, I can never imagine.

If you have gone to Heaven,

then we will never meet again.