Crucifix, The (2025)

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- Freyja!

- Silence!

Renounce your gods, heathen!

Renounce your gods!

- Saint Michael the Archangel,

defend us in battle,

be our protection against

the wickedness

and snares of the devil.

May God rebuke him,

we humbly pray

and do thou, O Prince

of the heavenly host,

by the power of God,

thrust into hell Satan

and all of the other

evil spirits

that prowl about the world

seeking the ruin of souls.

I curse you.

You will never see

your Valhalla!

- Odin owns you all!

- Amen!

- Oh.

- Wakey-wakey.

We're almost there.

Ah, look how beautiful it is.

Yeah, I can feel it.

We're gonna be happy here.

We both will.

Oh, you can take the

man out of Scotland.

Any requests?

- Where'd the builders

leave the key?

- Er, the key is in

the flowerpot.

See, you wouldn't get

that in London would you?

We'd be on some Home

Invasion TV.

There we go.

We'll be as snug as

a bug in no time.

Ah, my new edition's arrived.

Looks good, eh?

And you've got a wee

letter from your priest.

Praise be.

So, what do you think?

Sara?

- Oh, sorry.

Um.

It's just a lot

to take in.

- Aye.

Well,

why don't you go and

take a nice bath

and I'll take my new

toy out for a spin?

Eh?

- You're obsessed.

- Yeah, true.

But the new blog's not

going to write itself.

I'll be back in a bit.

- Luke, do you want

to come inside?

Fergus?

Can you watch Luke for me?

Fergus! Did you hear me?

Fergus!

- For f*ck's sake.

- You've done your

research then.

This is Croc a'ghasigichy,

Warrior's Hill,

where a thousand years ago

local clansmen fought

the savages.

Buaidh no Bs

Victory or death.

Where's my manners?

I'm Elsa, Elsa Campbell.

- Of course.

You, you cared for my father.

- For my sins, aye.

- Hello.

- It's good to see you're

of the same stock, Fergus.

The village doesn't take

too kindly to outsiders,

but we do take care of our own.

Anyway, I shan't keep you.

Could you pass these

to your wife for me?

Poor thing, she must be

beside herself with grief.

In fact, prepare the

purple thistle.

It'll do wonders for her mood.

- Heavenly Father, I thank you.

In the hardest of times

you are here.

When I am alone,

afraid,

sad,

you are here.

When I am confused,

ashamed,

or hurt.

You are here.

You are with me.

You are here.

Amen.

- What a way to go, eh?

Poor sod.

- Is it real?

- It could be a prank I suppose,

but I mean, it looks real.

It's quite the find if it is.

- You should never

have dug him up.

- Why?

- Why?

Because we're not grave

robbers, Fergus.

And...

I mean, what if that

was Luke's grave?

Eh? What then?

- Come on.

- Why?

Because the dead don't

deserve the same courtesy?

Or is your blog more

important than that?

- No, of course not.

- Good.

That's settled then.

I'll call Father Stewart

in the morning.

- What, as an expert of

ancient artefacts?

- No. As an expert

in burying people.

Not digging them up.

I'm going to bed.

- Goodnight.

Hello?

Hello?

I can hear you!

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

- Who are you talking to?

- Did you not hear that?

Did you hear that?

There was a...

- What?

- There was a,

there's a banging coming from,

from in here.

There was, did you not hear it?

- It's locked.

- I swear, there was a

banging coming from in here.

I'm not going crazy.

- It's been a long

day, let's just...

Just c'mon.

- Right then.

Goodnight, love.

- Night.

- Ah, that smells good.

- Smoked and poached

just like you like it.

I made you some coffee too.

- Wow, you really are

spoiling the nutter.

- No.

It's just a strange night.

- Hmm.

Strangest.

- Besides, you know

what they say?

- Hmm?

- Things that go bump in

the night generally don't.

Anyway, tuck in.

I've got a skull to go clean.

- Yecch!

Rough night, huh?

Yeah.

Okay.

Let's just get you cleaned up.

Where are you coming from?

Come on.

Come...

- Friends, today I want

to talk about forgiveness.

The cornerstone of our faith

and a virtue that

remains essential

to the well-being of our souls.

Friends, as a teenager,

I was bullied.

Okay, I was different.

I wanted to be a priest

when everyone around me

wanted to be anything but.

I was a decent child

just cast aside.

My life would never

truly be my own.

My friends would never

really be my friends.

And you know what?

I hated them for that.

And I dragged that hate

and bitterness

around with me for years.

Everywhere I went,

it came with me,

dominating me, never

allowing me to move on.

Until one day I met

Father Joseph,

a decent man, a kind man,

and the man that would

save my life,

change my life and allow

me to live as a priest.

And that day, as I do now,

I recounted the story

of my unhappy childhood,

and Father Joseph listened

and he listened with poise

and compassion.

And when I finished my story,

he looked at me and he said,

"Father Stewart,

"you have every right

to feel angry.

"What happened to you was

awful, but now it is time.

"You must totally forgive them.

"Forgive them, release them,

and you will be set free."

And I said, "But Father,

"you don't know what

they did to me,

"they beat me and they beat me,

"they lied about me

again and again.

"They made my life hell."

And Father Joseph looked

at me and he said,

"Father Stewart, you have

every right to feel angry.

"What happened to you was awful.

"But now it this time,

you must forgive them.

"Forgive them, release them,

and you will be set free.

"No matter what."

You see, my friends,

forgiveness is a balm

for our wounded souls

and a pathway to healing

the scars inflicted.

It liberates us of the

burden of carrying grudges

and nurtures the fertility

of hope within our hearts.

And my friends, if we

are to follow God,

then we must forgive.

And we must forgive,

as God has forgiven us

freely, completely, graciously,

unconditionally.

As Father Joseph

so rightly said,

"Forgive them, release them,

"and you will be set free."

You will be set free.

Sara, so wonderful to see you

and welcome to welcome

to Saint Mike's.

- Thank you, Father.

It's beautiful here,

it really is.

- Hmm, isn't it, just?

I only wish more of the

locals would appreciate it.

Now you must tell me more

about this ancient skull.

Sounds wonderful, Sara.

Wonderful.

- Hey.

Kinda disappointed you

didn't join me.

- Oh, I've got two

left feet, Elsa,

and my two left feet

have got me.

- Excuses, excuses.

You've got something on

your mind as well.

I can feel it.

I can hear your brain

tick, tick, ticking away.

- I, um...

Aye, I did want to

ask you something.

- sh**t.

We'll walk as we talk.

- Yesterday you said that

I'd done my research,

my research which,

which kind of implies

that you'd done your

research into my research

to know that I've done

my research, you know?

- Wow!

- Look, okay, I'm,

I'm talking in riddles, but I-

- You just want to know

what I know, right?

- Right.

- And why didn't you say so?

Family history has always

fascinated me,

it always has, and probably

always will.

And now, I think I'm just

a little bit fascinated

about your history too.

C'mon, I'll make you some tea.

McKittrick.

Here we go. A mugwort special.

It was your father's fave.

Now, let's dig into the ghosts

of the McKittricks'

past, shall we?

First up, Exhibit A.

- No, you're kidding me?

- No, it's all true.

- I'm a Viking?

- By bloodline you are yes.

You see, the roots

of the McKittricks

go back to Scandinavian Scotland

and evolved through the

ages from there.

From the Sigtryggr,

right through to...

- Mac sh*t Rig?

- Until Mac Shitrig

became McKittrick

and your family settled here.

- Ah.

- As Christians, Fergus.

And that's not all.

Take a look at this and

tell me who you see.

Look, even those cheekbones

are Fergusy.

- Now I know you are

having me on.

I mean, have you ever seen

anything like this before?

- Not personally, but

let me give Mungo a call.

- Mungo?

- Aye, he's got the sight

as we say in Scotland,

he can see into our

world and his.

- Oh, this is,

this is crazy.

1850?

What?

It's my dad.

What?

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon.

- Okay, he's in.

We'll see tomorrow.

- Okay great.

Do you think he knows something?

- Oh aye, he always

knows something.

He's gifted after all.

Let me see you out.

- New blood, eh, Father?

- Yes, no doubt the bishop

would call it a recruitment

spike, Mungo.

"Numbers, Father Stewart,

numbers."

Or as I call it, a tragedy.

And then her husband

in all his wisdom

goes and digs up the dead.

- Aye.

But you can't give him a

Christian burial though, Father.

- And why's that?

- Well, because he's not

Christian, is he?

Acta deos numquam

mortalia fallunt, Father.

Mortal actions will

never deceive your God.

- Even if that mortal

is a man of the cloth?

- Especially if that mortal

is a man of the cloth.

Look, you're new, Father.

I get you're in a hurry

to impress the Bishop.

But don't be in too

much of a rush, eh?

Always seek an audience,

seek guidance.

But remember, never,

never let the living

dismiss the dead.

Good day to you.

- Mungo, is that you?

Anybody there?

- For the last time, Fergus,

the skull needs to rest

in peace not be a post

on your bloody blog!

- No, look Sara,

I told you it's more

than just a skull!

- Oh, f*ck off!

- No!

- You back off!

- No, Listen to me, okay?

- Back off!

- Look, just give me-

- No, just stop!

- Give me the skull.

- Give it back.

- No.

- Give it back now!

- No!

- Give it back!

- No!

- Give it!

- No!

- Give it back!

- Listen, no.

- Give it!

- No!

- Give it back!

- No! Never!

- You just don't understand.

You just don't understand me.

c**t!

Luke?

Luke?

Luke?

Luke, is that you?

Luke, is that you?

Fergus!

- Sara?

Sara, what happened?

What happened?

- Luke.

- What happened?

- I saw him! I saw him!

- You saw who?

Who?

- Luke! I saw him!

- No, Sara.

It's okay.

It's okay, c'mon.

Up you come. Okay, c'mon, c'mon.

Come with me, come with me.

No, no, no, no, no, no, Sara.

Sara, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

- And she's never studied

languages?

Or lived overseas?

- No. She's never shown

an interest, no.

- Sara, I'm Dr. Byrne.

Okay if I take your temperature?

Don't worry, I won't bite.

- Oh, but I might, Doctor.

And I know how bored

you are with your wife.

- I beg your pardon?

- It's not much fun

when they just lie back

thinking of Scotland is it?

Even less fun when they don't.

Frigid f*cking b*tch!

- Sarah!

- What?

He hates me, you know?

He'd never tell me,

but he blames me for

Luke's death.

As I blame him.

- Okay, let's just give

this a try, shall we?

That's it.

As happy as can be.

She definitely has a fever.

Is she on any medication at all?

- I can speak for

myself, you know?

- Then are you taking

any medication, Sara?

- Hmm.

Let me think.

I know.

Why don't you go f*ck yourself?

Go on, f*ck off!

- Sara, that's enough.

- It's fine, it's fine.

No need to fuss.

There's no harm done is there?

I, um,

I may need some help though.

- No, no!

- It's just to help

you sleep, Sara.

- No, I don't want to sleep!

Fergus, I don't want to sleep!

- It's okay! It's

okay, I'm sorry.

- No, I don't want to sleep.

Stop!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

What's the matter

with her, Doctor?

- My gut feeling?

She's delirious.

The onset can be rapid

and there's every chance

that she could see or hear

things that aren't there.

- And the language stuff?

Where does that come in?

- Well, that's the unknown.

- Great.

- Look, she's heavily

sedated and she's resting.

- Hmm.

- So let's give her

24 hours, shall we?

And if she's still no better,

well, I'll fast track

an MRI and bring her in.

But she needs to rest

now, Fergus, okay?

You both do.

- Hmm.

Sara!

What?

Sara! Sara!

Sara!

Sara, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon.

Are you okay? Are you okay?

Come here, come on.

It's okay. It's okay.

Okay?

- Whoa, calm down, Fergus.

What?

She did what?

Okay, I'll come over.

Fergus, I said I'll come over.

Blessed be, McKittrick.

Blessed be.

- You know, I would

have been lost in there

if it wasn't for you, Elsa.

God, I was so scared.

I've lost Luke, but if

I lost her as well...

- She's stronger than you think.

- Aye, you're right.

- I am always right.

Next up, thyme.

It's a great healer after all.

- And that's the peony tea?

- Aye, that helps ward

off evil spirits.

- Fergus!

- And hopefully delirium too.

Feeling better?

- I think so.

Can you hear him?

- Hear who?

- There's someone...

There's someone speaking to me.

There's someone in my head.

- Is he talking to you now?

What's he saying?

- He wants the priest.

- He what?

- He wants the f*cking priest!

- Hello?

Show yourself!

I've got a knife!

- Ah!

- Sara?

Sara?

Jesus Christ!

Sara please stop this!

- I'll try the doctor again.

- Get me the priest!

Get me the f*cking priest!

- Blessed be, Doctor.

Rest in peace.

- Do you believe in

ghosts, Father?

- I believe ghosts are

lost spirits, Fergus. Yes.

They scare us because

they're scared themselves.

Why do you ask?

- And what if they're

evil spirits?

- Well, they'll fight for

survival like anything else.

But they'll want to survive

in the light, Fergus,

not be forced back

into the dark.

Where are you leading

me here exactly?

- I want Sara to have

an exorcism.

- You what?

- She's hearing things,

seeing things,

doing things that are not of

this world, they're of his.

- And you know how many hoops

we'd have to jump through

to get that approved?

- Yes, I have

done my research.

- Well, then.

- Which is why you're

going to do it yourself.

- Oh come on, Fergus,

I'm not qualified.

Besides, I'd be struck off.

- But you know

the scriptures-

- Yes, but I'm not trained

in the rite.

And I'm not putting Sara's

life at risk.

Not a chance.

- Fine! Well, in that

case, this goes!

- No, Fergus.

- Yes, Father!

I shouldn't have dug it

up in the first place!

- Fergus, stop!

- Guys!

She's starting to wake.

- Fergus.

- What is it with the

the skull, Father?

- Nothing.

The living should just never

dismiss the dead that's all.

- No.

Not when you've seen

the spirits too, eh?

I see you, Father.

Your fear shines bright.

- Sara, it's Father Stewart.

I've come to see you.

Fergus is really worried

about you.

We both are.

And we'd like to get you

some help if you'd let us.

- Thank you, Father.

I feel a lot stronger

with you here.

- Then I will stay as

long as you want.

- May I ask

you a question?

- Of course you can.

- Why were you bullied?

What was the real reason?

- Like I said Sara, I

was different then.

Well, I wanted to love who

I wanted to love and...

Look, I'd like to

pray now, Sara.

Would you like to pray with me?

- Hmm, you know, Father.

No.

I don't think I would.

- That's okay.

- Instead...

I think I'd like

to slit your f*cking throat

and watch your blood drip-

- No, Sara no! Sara no!

- What? Husband, do I blaspheme?

Have I laid myself bare

at the gates of Hell?

- My

God, you are a demon.

- And would you fear

me if I was?

- Never.

I am God's servant.

I only fear God himself.

- Such faith, Father.

Such blind faith.

- Sneer all you want, demon,

but Sara will not be bullied.

God will not be bullied.

We shall prevail.

- I have conquered

cruel, inhospitable lands

and you expect me,

me, to be defeated

by this?

Never!

My God will condemn you

as your God has condemned me!

And my death will be avenged!

- No, Sara no!

No, no!

Quick! Help me!

- Hold her down!

- Stop it!

- Please!

- Grab her arm!

Hold her down!

Will you help us now?

- As God is my witness!

Now hold her down, Fergus!

Hold her down!

- What a great night

for an exorcism, Father.

- In the name of the Father,

the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Let's begin.

In the name of the Father, the

Son and of the Holy Spirit.

- b*stard!

You're a b*stard, Father!

- Our Father, who art in

Heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done

on earth as it is in Heaven.

- You who will dine

at a table of wh*res!

- Give us this day

our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those

who trespass against us

and lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil!

Saint Michael the Archangel,

defend us in battle!

- No!

- Be our protection

against the wickedness-

- No, no, no, no, no!

- And snares of the devil!

- I curse you!

- Have we not suffered enough?

- Fergus,

the holy water.

- I said, have we not

suffered enough?

- Fergus, now!

- Yuck.

- It's not working!

- Yuck.

It's not working, Father!

- Save me, oh God,

hear my prayer.

Give ear to the words

of my mouth.

For evil hath risen

up against us

and fierce men seek our lives.

- You're a fraud, Father.

- Let the evil recoil

upon my foes-

- Why did you run

to the highlands, Father?

- In your faithfulness

destroy them.

I will praise your name,

Lord, for its goodness.

- An ambitious priest

in a place like this?

- Because from all distress

you have rescued me.

- You're a sinner. Aren't

you, Father?

- Glory be to the Father.

- Aren't you?

- Preserve thy servant who

places her faith in thee-

- You preach

the beauty of creation.

- And in the face of the enemy,

- And yet

let the enemy have

no power over her!

- And the son of be powerless

- you commit

- to harm her evermore.

- sins of the flesh!

- Fergus, the holy water!

- It doesn't work!

It doesn't work!

- Get up, man!

- No!

- Lord, heed my prayer and

let my cry be heard by you.

C'mon, man!

Lord, heed my prayer and

let my cry be heard by you.

Fergus, get up!

Come on, Fergus!

- What?

- I need you!

- I, I can't!

- Lord, heed my prayer and

let my cry be heard by you!

Lord, heed my prayer and

let my cry be heard by you!

Fergus, get up!

Lord, heed my prayer and

let my cry be heard by you!

It's working. Join me!

Lord, heed my prayer and

let my cry be heard by you!

Lord, heed my prayer and

let my cry be heard by you!

Lord, heed my prayer and

let my cry be heard by you!

Lord, heed my prayer and

let my cry be heard by you!

Lord, heed my prayer and

let my cry be heard by you!

- Lord, heed my prayer

and let my cry be heard by you!

Lord, heed my prayer and

let my cry be heard by you!

Lord, heed my prayer and

let my cry be heard by you!

- I cast you out unclean spirit

along with every satanic

power of the enemy,

every spectre of Hell!

In the name of our Lord

Jesus Christ, I cast you out!

Be gone, demon, and stay far

away from this creature of God!

For it is he who commands you,

He who flung you headlong

from the heights of Heaven

into the depths of Hell.

It is he who commands you.

He who once stilled the wind

and the sea and the storm.

Therefore tremble

in fear, Satan,

you enemy of the faith,

you foe of the human race,

you begetter of death,

you robber of life,

you corrupter of justice,

you root of all evil,

you author of pain and sorrow!

I cast you out!

Begone!

I cast you out!

I cast you out!

I cast you out

in the name of the Father

and of the Son

and of the Holy Spirit!

I cast you out!

I cast you out!

I cast you out, demon!

I cast you out!

- Is it over, Father?

Will it ever be over?

- I don't know.

But what we just saw, Fergus,

what we witnessed, that gives

me hope that he's listening,

that he's answering our prayers.

- I wish I had your faith.

- You still have belief.

- I don't know what

to believe anymore.

- Well then, why don't

you take a break

and I'll go and check

how she is?

What the?

- f*ck!

Father!

What? The cat got your tongue?

It's an Old Norse rune,

a symbol used to inspire

great warriors in their life

and help them find the

light in their death.

I need to find the

light, Father.

I need to find it now!

- Yes, and you need to

tell him to stop, Sara.

Look at you.

Tell him to stop.

- Silence, fool!

Think about Luke.

You've lost him once, don't

you dare lose him again.

- I said silence!

- Don't you dare lose

him again, Sara.

- That is enough!

You don't get to say his name.

You hear me?

You know nothing, Father.

Nothing.

When he was hit by the car,

was he scared?

You don't know.

When he was hit, was he in pain?

You don't know.

When he was hit, was he,

was he screaming, "Mommy?"

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy?"

You don't know.

You don't know. You don't know.

You don't know. You don't know.

And he won't f*cking tell me!

And yet

you still think I'm merciful?

- God has forgiven

you Sara, yes.

This wasn't your fault.

- Eh, but she sinned, Father.

She k*lled her son!

And now she's going

to k*ll you too.

- No, please, I beg of you.

Lord, deliver his soul

from Purgatory.

Deliver his soul, Lord.

Lord, deliver his soul

from Purgatory.

- It's too late, priest!

To the land of death and Odin!

Amen!

No, no, no, no!

- Fergus McKittrick?

- Yes?

- I'm Mungo McKittrick.

Right, I expect you've

had quite a night, right?

So, have you phoned

anyone since the attack?

- What's that got

to do with you?

- Everything, Fergus.

You're hiding a m*rder*d priest

with half his skull missing.

And the more you stop

me doing my job,

the longer it's going

to take me to fix it.

So why don't you listen up

and let me ask that

question again.

Have you phoned anyone

since the attack?

- No.

- Good.

Text?

- No.

- Right.

Give me your phone.

- Oh, come on.

- Just give me your

f*cking phone!

There's no debate.

Right.

Where is she, upstairs?

- Yes.

- Right.

Well, let's go upstairs then.

- Merry meet Sire.

- Blessed be young McKittrick.

How is she?

- She's really weak, sire,

so we need to move fast.

- Right.

Then let's move fast.

I need you to fetch

me some items.

Some books, clothing.

- Of course, sire.

- f*cking McKittrick.

He's not a demon, you know?

- I'm sorry?

- The exorcism didn't work

because he's not a demon, is he?

He's a Viking,

and you're a f*cking

McKittrick too.

- Campbell was my mother's

maiden name, Fergus.

I'll be as quick as I can.

- No, no, no, no.

What the f*ck is going on?

For Sara's sake, tell

me what you've done!

- Fergus! You need to relax!

- Relax?

How can I relax?

- Look, you're right.

He's not a demon. No.

His name is Thorvald Ironside.

He's one of the most feared

and infamous Norse chieftains

of all time.

And he needs our help.

They both do.

You see, maybe if you

were a religious man

it would make more sense.

You see, your father

hated Christians.

He hated the hypocrisy

of it all.

I mean, think about it.

They preach one solution

and yet remain fiercely

divided amongst themselves.

You've got the Catholics, the

Protestants, the Methodists.

Don't get me started on

the bloody door knockers.

"All blind Mungo, all blind."

You see a religious man

needs a religion,

somewhere to hang his

spiritual hat,

and whereas some

people find God,

well, your father found

Thorvald Ironside.

Quite literally.

Thorvald Ironside,

the great warrior,

who would become his

lifelong obsession.

Thorvald Ironside,

the great warrior,

who would become his dying wish.

- You planned this all

along, didn't you?

- Me?

No, of course not.

Your father did.

And when he died,

well, I reburied the skull.

- Yeah, of course you did.

- Well, you see,

you always did your

research, Fergus.

You always do.

Your devil is in the

detail, after all.

- f*cking McKittrick.

- He is cleansed by the moon.

He found them.

The devil's mission.

- Sire, she's not responding!

We need to do this now!

- You b*stard.

We've already lost our son.

If I lose Sara...

- Hail to the Day,

Hail to the Night,

Hail the Aesir that

shines so bright.

Hail the mighty Odin,

and hail the Earth that

sacrifices all,

and hail to you, our

blessed dead,

who must stand tall.

The mead, Fergus.

- It's okay.

I love you.

- I call upon the mighty Odin,

all father of the gods to

grant me the wisdom and courage

and allow his ravens to

carry my words back to him.

- Hail Odin,

Lord of Asgard,

warrior and wanderer,

valiant and wise.

You to whom all the gods

of Asgard look,

Sky Father on the eight-legged

steed.

You who traded an eye for wisdom

and ruled a turbulent realm,

give us the wisdom to accept

the twists and turns of fate.

Protect us, All Father, from

what harm may come to us.

Lead us through the wilderness

and bring us safely

to the great hall.

Hail Odin! And bring us

safely to that great hall.

Hail Odin! And bring us

safely to that great hall.

Hail Odin! And bring us

safely to that great hall.

Hail Odin! And bring us

safely to that great hall.

Hail Odin! And bring us

safely to that great hall.

Hail Odin! And bring us

safely to that great hall.

- Oh, Odin,

all father, Lord of Valhalla,

wielder of the Gungnir,

we stand before you in

reverence and supplication.

On this day, we beseech thee

on behalf of the great

warrior Thorvald

who has languished in

purgatory for a millennium.

With the ancient runes

as witness,

we implore you to unfetter

his spirit

from the bonds of anguish

and suffering.

Let him ascend, O Lord,

to the eternal embrace

of Valhalla,

where the meads flow abundantly

and the battles never cease.

And as we invoke your

name in solemn prayer,

grant him passage, O Lord,

so that he may stand among

his kinsmen once more.

- Hail Odin,

beacon of hope,

hear our entreaty and let this

warrior's spirit soar free.

Hail Odin, and let this

warrior's spirit soar free.

Hail Odin, and let this

warrior's spirit soar free.

- McKittrick!

You have journeyed far,

but I have waited far longer.

So tell me,

what do you know of Lord Odin?

What do you know of our gods?

- Your gods?

I'm not here for your

gods, Viking!

I'm here to save my wife!

- Huh.

So you are ready McKittrick?

You are ready to fight!

May the Gods protect us both!

You are blessed I see.

Maybe not blessed enough.

Do you want your wife to die?

I said, do you want

your wife to die?

- No.

- No.

No, it is you that shall die!

It is you that shall be

sleeping with the gods!

- Finish me as you will.

- Hail Odin.

Hail you, sire.

Warrior you have always been,

and a warrior you

will always be.

- Odin owns us all!

- Blessed be, Sara.

- Blessed be, sire.

- So, Fergus, is he ready

for his big day?

- Aye.

I think he's found his purpose.

We both have.