Enough! Go on, go off kids.
Go on, go off!!
You scare them doing that.
O fuck, Thorkel.
They've only had months of waking to the scattered parts of kin!
Don't feed them lies.
That was piss the other night - piss on us.
If any gods were around there, they were sleeping.
Celt says that Jesus Christ never sleeps, that he walks amongst us.
Oh, that's all we need. A god gone mad from lack of sleep.
Enough!
He's already fighting like that Dane.
You want to waste your strokes on me and the air - go ahead.
Hondscioh had a bad dream.
And yours were good?
Here with the smoke of the dead?
I don't see fear helping us.
Watch you don't drop that.
Fear has it's place.
I wondered if you threw the bones.
I need the right path.
There is the one that leads back to Geatland.
If the bones say so.
What if I lie?
Then the gods will bring me back.
So. No thoughts at all for my cunt.
Warrior-monk huh, there's not many of those.
Troll!
Leave here... or stay and meet your doom!
Doom... doom... doom doom doom doom doom doom doom
Is that talk?
It isn't barking
What?
You're not Dane, that's why you still breathe.
I'm blood-bound to Hrothgar!
Blood, blood, blood, blood... owhhhhooohha
He says that's your burden.
My burden...
...is your stinking life!
Come down here,
I swear I'll hammer these stones right up your hairy arse!
Garble
Why won't he fight me?
Why should he? You've done nothing to him.
What was he doing at your hut?
I forgot. You're the great Geat - welcome to women wherever you go.
Swimmer of oceans...
able to kill five Swedes with one stroke of his great blade...
We came to help the Danes find peace.
I'm Dane. I'm at peace. Not that I always was.
When Alvis Three-Legs died in my bed, some claimed I killed him.
So they drove me to the wilds.
Then they'd only come around to maybe spill some seed.
Not since Grendel.
Grendel?
Your troll.
Weirdly enough he has a name. It means grinder.
Of bones.
No, of teeth.
He was born with bad dreams. Nothing I say will help you kill him.
As long as the king wins the day.
Always, my lord.
Another bloodless dawn. For you at any rate.
I'm pissing it.
Blood?
It's cone and gone over the last few months.
I'm turning into a woman. Or a dying man.
I spoke with him last night. Grendel.
You talked?
If you can believe what Selma says.
He was above me in the rocks. But he spoke, words.
He only wants Danes. He blames you for something.
Oh he blames me!
He blames me!
Of all the shit he blames me!
There's coves north of here no Dane even dares to go!
How much land does one mouth need?
What does he think he is some sort of fucking troll Caesar -
with rights to everything he looks upon?
Beowulf, the word on the waves is I die happy.
No gods I've ever know has offered me that.
They promised me beer, fish here and there...
and friends to burn.
It's hard to hold you spoke to that thing.
From well beyond my sword.
Something has you turning.
I fear he just waits for us to go.
Same thought gnaws on me.
Now Celt bless me or be done.
Go in peace my lord, go in peace. Wise king go in peace.
That's it my lord, praise the Lord. Praise him.
Go with the thorn of Christ, wise King.
Grimur's got a troll-heart! He brought the troll here!
I'm a Dane and a Christian!
And your mother screwed trolls!
You little prick! You!
The Troll killed my brothers.
But this wretch didn't but we'll get the one who did.
Now on you go. All of you, go on!
I can lead you to the Dane-killer's cave.
Why didn't you before?
Ahh... I feared it's wrath, my death. No more. No more.
Over there.
Great.
So who jumps first?
It'ss...
a-a short climb down.
Our scabby friend's right.
I can see the hole.
Give us a hand.
I-I swear - by
Christ.
Let's leave Christ out of this.
We need a rope.
- I'll rope ya. - Might not be a bad idea.
Hey troll - have some of ours!
...so they came to the cave of the killer.
Wrecked by rush and slime of slope Hondscioh fair fell to Valhalla
Let's uh let this sad tale sleep.
Hondscioh shows up - great Odin asks how he died.
He says -
- I... fell?
Breca!
Even the trolls love my wonderful hair.
I think he wanted you for more than that.
Great Breca, the Troll-house Pisser!
I'd be more careful where I wave my spear.
I'd piss in his mouth if he dared to show it.
Best be ready to do more than that.
Beowulf
Look!
Our friend Grendel doesn't come from mist and shit alone.
I curse you and all your kin.
He wasrt in his cave.
How does he die?
Unless your teeth can catch an axe.
I led my men into this... not knowing.
If I'd known, I'd've come alone.
Now I see doom hanging over some of them.
Doom I brought.
You found the cave.
That's where I see him dying.
Would you wait in your cave
and for killers who knew the path to your door?
Take me to Grendel.
What, you think I can sniff him down?
Maybe not, but he can sniff you.
Which way up from here?
Straight... but you'd need claws.
Then again, heroes... -
You hit me, I'll be the one -
One to what?
I can't stop his death from coming... nor can I hurry it.
He needs to know... I know he was wronged.
But if he doesn't leave here I can't stop...
You're warning him.
Careful which side you end up on. You're a long way from the village.
You're a longer way from home.
Wake up men,
or never again!
By Christ, demon, you shall die!
Pappa
Now you truly know our loss.
You only told us half the tale.
The other half would dull your sword.
That troll didn't give a shit about us, not till we wronged him.
He killed one, ah, he could've killed more.
He killed the one he held in blame.
Were it so easy... l'd have been the one.
I killed his father.
And even that might have been an end
...had it only been the father there...
None of the others saw the child.
But I could've quelled it there and then...
but weakness stopped my sword.
Or kindness.
Well then it's the hardest kindness I know.
All the gods are running away from me now -
as though I were the death itself.
What had the father done to you? Why did you kill him?
He crossed our path.
Took a fish.
Without an arm...
Unless it grows back.
He's a troll
Tell me, Thorfinn. What is a troll?
They say there are lizards that can grow back limbs.
They say there are worms that can grow back heads.
This thing's no more worm than you or I.
Yahhhh!
You know, I've put my thing in other mers wives, other mers daughters...
All can be forgiven
I slept with a witch -
You slept with a witch?
That's gotta be bad.
I put my thing in her. That was a while back... -
So long as you vow to change your ways.
Oh, y'know I'll try, right, but... ahhh.
Ya! Ya!
Ya! Ya! Ya!
Where's the arm ring? I wanted that arm-ring.
He didn't have an arm-ring.
Sure he did. Listen the creep near snapped my neck.
Figured I'd at least get the arm-ring.
To the end of gloom!
To the end of Gloom!
To the end of Gloom.
I don't think I'm the worst king...
Not at all... -
...when I think of the others.
Martin Longsword has got a long sword, but no brains.
Half his kin ran off to Angle-land.
Six-tooth Peter the Slav can't keep his warriors from fighting each other.
Then... there's Sig!
Sig?
Sig Skullsplitter of the Hathboards. Havert you heard of Sig?!
I don't know... something... with sheep?
Sheep! Good God, man! Sheep are just the tip of it.
They say he tried it once with a dead walrus...
he's tried horses... he's, he's tried goats.
They say he tried it once with a, with a rabbit... and got stuck...
Stuck?!
I tell ya, when he comes to a fight,
he comes with six legs... and you want to see fast?!
If he ever comes here,
I'll just send out a batch of squirrels!
That'll stop him!
It's over now. It's over. The troll's dead.
Come on now dear.
Let's lie down a bit.
There'll be many more nights now to drink.
Is this more or less as you saw it?
With the troll?
I saw you more bloodied.
Luck stood at my side.
Luck can be a whore too.
Arert you missing the meal?
Guess I miss my friend more.
Hondscioh.
And one Geat's life won'th - what? Huh?
Two Danes...? Three Swedes...? Ten trolls...?
Hondscioh's life had won'th to you, since you knew him.
Others know others.
You mourn the troll.
I knew him.
One night Grendel found my hut.
He never took me again.
So why did he keep coming back?
Keep the Danes away.
The ones who'd fuck me and then cut my throat.
Where... Where did that have it's birth.
You thinking you can tie me up and drag me like a dog.
Don't forget.
I know how you die.
Been a while?
With men... yeah.
He slept with a witch. Who sleeps with a witch?
I'm tellnya, Christ y'thought the Celts were work but these
it's one hand on their sword, the other on their dick...
which hand they'll use to cross themselves,
I almost fear to ask...
Learn from your child, hag!
Aeschere! Aeschere!
It's Aeschere.
Aeschere! We will right this wrong!
God will burn this devil-bitch-fiend!
Nothing lives here.
Cave doesn't end here. There's outflow from the other side
I'll go.
You can't swim for shit.
Ahhhhhhh!!!!
Your father.
Then be proud.
Valkyries will have their hands full with that old goat.
I'm sorry to have brought you to all this.
We brought ourselves.
At least it's over.
The Celtic priest said I'd be forgiven. I just need to hook the right god.
You ever worry about that? Heaven?
I'm thinking I'll likely go where I'm sent.
You know they'll kill your son if they find him.
You couldn't.
I'm not them.
No. You just killed his father.
Hrothgar taught you nothing then.
Sleep, Grendel.
...born of scum and swampy things lurking in his mother's moss
the mark of Cain came to his brow, of evil and a sea-hag born,
Grendel, grinder of lost mers bones. Felt hated toward the happy Danes.
Cain... what's that?
Man who killed his brother in a Christian tale.
What's Cain got to do with Grendel? Grendel kill his own brother too?
No, I think Thorkel's saying that Grendel's like Cain - a Killer.
We all are.
Ya, well
Thorkel's tale is shit.
- By Odirs will... ...let us find our way home.