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I want mead!
More!
Treasure!
Let's hand out some treasure!
From my conquests!
Unferth!
violator of virgins
and best and bravest of brave brawlers.
Hrothgar! Hrothgar!
Hrothgar! Hrothgar!
Hrothgar! Hrothgar!
Hrothgar! Hrothgar!
Hrothgar! Hrothgar!
He offered us protection
When monsters roamed the land
Mead!
Mead!
Mead!
Hrothgar! Hrothgar!
Hrothgar! Hrothgar!
-My Lord!
No!
Fight me!
Fight me!
Fight me.
Nay.
Grendel.
ac nan men.
Men, Grendel.
Good.
Good boy.
And tender.
And heave!
Heave!
We do!
For Beowulf!
For gold!
For glory!
Heave! Heave!
Heave! Heave!
Beowulf.
Hold fast!
No.
We are Geats.
There's no shame
to be accursed by demons!
I am Beowulf!
And I am here to kill your monster.
My Lord?
My Lord?
There are warriors outside. Geats.
Dead.
-Grendel?
-Yeah, the monster is called Grendel.
I, Beowulf,
killed a tribe of giants on the Orkneys,
A hero! A hero!
I knew the sea would bring us a hero!
and to feast
in your legendary mead hall.
Well, then.
-Heatholaf.
-That's it, yeah. That's right.
come to save
our pathetic Danish skins, eh?
Because I thought
it had to be a different Beowulf,
A boastful fool.
And he lost!
against Grendel,
Beowulf!
Nine.
like you.
Well done!
Beowulf. Come.
Come.
There.
It is beautiful.
Isn't it magnificent?
No other man
will ever be able to satisfy you again.
-Sorry.
-Come on!
In a moment.
Come, Wealthow,
let us pound the pillows.
My Lord!
Just wait
Of course. Grendel.
No, shame.
And fate
shall decide.
Yes.
They're distracted.
Sing! Loudly!
Olaf, sing!
Grendel. He knocks.
My Lord.
-No pintel.
-Aye.
Demon!
Your bloodletting
days are finished, demon!
It speaks. It speaks!
I am Beowulf!
Grendel's arm!
-Hail, Beowulf!
-Hail, Beowulf!
-Hail, Beowulf!
-Hail, Beowulf!
-Hail, Beowulf!
-Hail, Beowulf!
Odin be praised.
Tomorrow will be
a glorious day of rejoicing.
My poor son.
Beowulf.
The bards
will sing of their glory forever.
Aye.
But today,
the monster's reign has ended.
Bring it here!
Wealthow, my love,
Brave thane.
My Queen.
I love you.
Only you.
I don't understand.
Dead.
Dead?
This is a dream.
Give me a child.
Enter me and give me a son!
His mother.
Where it belongs.
Grendel's father
can do no harm to man.
Beowulf,
Granted.
Cain! Cain!
Take my sword.
It belonged to my father's father.
To the end.
Look.
I know.
Good.
I'll be here.
Show yourself!
The Bee-Wolf.
The bear.
My glamour?
Beowulf.
Love me.
Love me
Forever strong,
mighty
This I promise.
This I swear.
My Lord.
Beowulf be praised!
I plunged Hrunting
into Grendel's mother's chest
Aye.
No.
Beowulf.
is it not enough
to return one monster's head?
Grendel is dead.
That's all that matters to me.
Not anymore.
Not anymore.
Listen to me!
Listen to me!
and because
he killed the demon Grendel
-To Beowulf!
-Long live Beowulf!
I have no sons,
my Wealthow,
everything, everything
-But, my Lord. . .
-I have spoken!
I have spoken!
When I am gone,
Beowulf!
My Lord.
Hrothgar!
King Beowulf.
Archers.
Archers!
This is slaughter.
Show me to Beowulf!
Leave him!
Coward!
Kill me yourself!
Stop!
and my name
shall be remembered forever.
Your Majesty?
Not a scratch.
So beautiful.
And so young.
Perhaps tonight?
Your day.
When the Song of Beowulf is told
Alas, my Queen,
yet.
Unferth.
What is it?
-Show it to me.
-I will not.
Bollocks, Wiglaf.
The King
My Lord,
isn't this. . .
Stop.
Where?
Is that all?
No demon? No witch?
No woman?
an empty nothing.
Come forth!
Show yourself!
Father!
Does he?
Do you?
I often wonder
what happened.
To us?
A dragon!
My Lord.
What?
A beauty so costly?
I was weak.
I am sorry.
So, so sorry.
And I you.
but as a man,
Great friend,
there is something you should know.
-No.
Good.
Beowulf.
Now!
Hrothgar.
Damn you!
No!
My Lord!
No!
I hear nothing.
Grendel's mother,
my son's mother, my. . .
-No, my Lord.
-My. . .
Too late.
He was
of all warriors.