We should not be here.
Magnus said it was a place of opportunity,
if you could endure the cold,
the long nights,
the hunger.
This time last year, all these racks were full.
Yesterday, we started eating the fish
we had set aside for bait.
The men don't want to think of anything but the next day at sea.
Perhaps it's the only way they can survive.
But walking blindly into the dark is something I will not do.
* Bait the hooks And bind them fast *
* And weigh them down With a stone *
* There's two dark birds In a white, white sky *
* The sun The colour of bone... *
- Hello, Helga. - Evening, miss.
Oh, yeah. Feels good.
* Yeah! O this long winter Will never ever end *
* Till my love Will return to me *
* Pull the oars Throw the lines *
* Then bend your head And pray... *
- I saved you the head, miss. - Thank you, Helga.
Will you sit down now? You've been on your feet all day.
Thank you, miss.
* There's ice on the fjord And snow on the hill *
- * And fish living Under the sea... * - Yeah!
* O this long winter Will never ever end *
* Till my love Is returned to me *
Yeah!
Bad enough that we're eating into our wages, but when they taste like that...
If you don't like it, you know where the kitchen is.
You should swap places. Bet Helga can row faster than you.
Well...
Am I a liar?
No, not at all.
I found at least three seasons
when the midwinter catch was as poor as it is now.
We still had enough to sell come spring.
I meant no disrespect, Ragnar,
my concerns are less to do with the catch
and more to do with the well-being of the men.
In each of those years, not everyone survived the winter.
This is a fishing station.
Any man here that doesn't have scars on his hands,
salt in his blood, a rumbling in his stomach
from morning to night is in the wrong fucking place.
Father.
If you'll pardon my language.
Seeing as the mountain roads are snowed under till spring,
you know, we may as well... tighten our belts,
stop complaining,
because no one's going anywhere.
You know, Miss Eva,
your husband, God rest his soul,
he made it a tradition
to give a toast to the men on midwinter's night.
Things may seem dark now,
but we're already blessed with good fortune.
As of tomorrow, each day will be longer than the one before it,
until the springtime,
when you'll all be reunited with your loved ones,
wherever they may be. I'm sure they'll be very happy to see you.
Truth be told,
the only thing they'll be happy to see is the money in our pockets.
May the Lord protect you from hidden rocks,
harmful sea creatures and dangerous pirates.
Skal.
That'll make you a man in no time.
Shut up.
There were two brothers I heard of
from a town a little north of here.
They were fishermen.
One was handsome,
one was plain...
They worked hard every winter.
And in time, became wealthy.
Now,
the plain brother spent his money wisely,
but the handsome brother did not.
The older he got,
the more he came to envy his brother's beautiful wife
and his fine house.
So,
one day,
when they were out at sea,
he took up his oar
and struck him!
Three times at the back of the head,
pushed him overboard and rowed home.
Told everyone that that there had been a terrible accident.
A year went by.
He married his brother's beautiful wife
and moved into the fine house.
Then,
late one night,
when everyone was in bed,
there was a knock at the door.
He sent one of the servants to see who it was.
But the man never came back.
He sent his wife...
But she didn't come back either.
Finally, the handsome brother went to the door himself.
But there was no one there.
Just the bad smell
of seaweed and rotting meat.
Then,
at the back of his neck, he felt...
Get out! Get out!
I was quite surprised at how merry everyone seemed last night.
Fisherman's way, ma'am.
You drink deep when times are good,
and deeper when they're bad.
Besides, I won a wager.
Seeing Ragnar part with money always cheers everyone up.
What was the wager?
Uh... I don't quite recall. It's...
Go on.
It's somewhat embarrassing, to tell you the truth.
It concerned you.
Me?
Merely...
Some of the men thought you wouldn't return this season.
After what happened with Magnus, they...
thought you'd sell the fishing station quickly
and move back to your family.
Magnus was my family.
- Yeah... - This fishing station is all I...
All I have left.
Come on! One, two, three...
Heave!
Poor bastards.
They must have got stuck on the Teeth when the tide turned.
What were they doing this far north?
Almighty God,
protect these men
and give them the help that they need.
And save them from the perilous sea.
Amen.
- Hey! Where the hell are you going? - Getting the bonfires lit.
Anyone still alive out there will be freezing by the time they get back to shore.
That...
That is not our business.
- It could be us out there. - But it isn't!
If they had any sense worth a damn, they wouldn't have taken a ship that big
so close to the shore in the first place.
We lost Master Magnus out in those rocks.
And you'd still have us take the boat out there?
Risk all our necks...
for strangers?
Foreigners.
We're not going to help them?
You heard what Miss Eva said last night, didn't you?
We can barely feed ourselves.
There might be 10, 20 people still aboard.
If you don't like how I run things,
find another boat to work on.
I'm the helmsman, dammit! It's my decision.
No, it's not. It's hers.
She owns the boat, not you.
I'm afraid Ragnar is right.
Helping those men will put all of your lives at risk and I cannot do that.
I cannot.
We will not fish today out of respect.
That's good.
We should search the other beaches.
Be a waste of time.
What do you mean?
It's a damn stroke of luck this ended up where it did.
I know the currents around the Teeth.
Whatever wreckage can float will stay close to them.
For how long?
Till the tide turns.
After that, who knows?
Could we get a boat out there before then?
We'd have to leave now.
Hey! Keep rowing!
Whoa, whoa! Stop! Stop!
There!
Watch it, you fool! You'll have us all tipped over!
Ragnar, get up here.
- Let's go through the back of the boat. - Push us off, damn it!
Can't we help them?
There's too many of them! They'll swamp the fucking boat!
Get to the back of the boat, ma'am!
Move it, now!
Go!
Get away!
- Push us back, damn it! - Get away!
They'll have us over!
Stop it! Stop it! Stop! Stop! Stop!
- Get off! - Get off!
Stay back!
Hey!
Ragnar!
Where's Ragnar?
Ragnar!
Ragnar's in the water!
- Where's Ragnar? - Can anyone see him?
Ragnar!
Oh, my God!
Help! Help!
- Help! - Stand back! Stand back!
Five jars of lamp oil,
six bottles of brandy.
That's it.
Well, at least we won't feel the cold.
You think we should be thankful?
It's better than nothing.
We lost our helmsman, you damn fool!
- How are we supposed to fish? Me? - You! You were standing right...
There's nothing he could've done!
Who are you to talk? You tipped us over!
Enough!
If no one has any objections, Daní­el will take over as helmsman
for the remainder of the season.
Daní­el, thank you.
No need, ma'am.
You know, your husband used to say:
"If you can't rely on the man sitting next to you,
you shouldn't get in the boat in the first place."
Do you think he would've made the same decision I did?
What's done is done.
There's no use dwelling on it.
Aron!
What are you doing?
What's in your hand?
A watch, miss.
- Don't seem to be working though. - Put it back.
- Miss? - Put it back.
He's alive!
That is blasphemy.
Jónas, what's going on?
Nothing, Miss Eva. Foolish superstition is all.
Helga's worried they'll come back as a draugur.
Draugur?
What's she got the ropes for?
As I remember it, miss, the dead can't break free
if you bind their arms with knotted rope.
They lose their direction if you turn the coffin three times.
They can't walk in your dreams if you hammer nails into their feet.
Old wives' tales.
Lift these up.
We're leaving, miss.
I'm right behind you.
It seemed real.
The long winters, the dark...
They play tricks on your mind
even at the best of times.
Perhaps you're right.
If it'd give you peace of mind, I could...
load Magnus' rifle.
No harm keeping it ready this time of year.
There might be seals.
Yeah.
I should give it a clean.
No telling when it was last used.
About two years ago, you and Magnus went hunting quail.
Yeah.
Didn't come back with much, as I recall.
He was as clever as any man I've known, but,
bless his heart,
if he shot up in the air, he'd miss the sky.
- It didn't stop him from trying. - No, it did not.
When Magnus asked me to marry him,
he had the ring in one hand,
and his compass in the other.
After I'd said yes, I asked him what the compass was for.
And he said it was in case I'd said no.
He needed it to get back home
because he'd have been lost without me.
Oh, boy!
Will you teach me how to use it?
Yeah, of course.
- Careful! - Sorry, is it loaded?
I certainly hope not.
It's all right. It's okay.
Hold it up.
- Tuck it into your shoulder. - Hm.
And here.
Nice and steady. There you go.
Now... pull the hammer back with your thumb.
That's it.
And open the breech.
The cartridge goes in there.
Close it up.
Now line up the two sets of sights with your target.
Slow your breath.
Set.
And when you're ready...
you fire.
I should get some sleep.
It's been a long day.
Thank you.
Good night, ma'am.
Beware... the draugur...
when it roams the midnight plain...
Ma'am.
We'll shoot the first lines out past the Point.
Let's get moving.
And a...
Hey!
I found this hidden above the door.
Weren't hidden, miss.
Wouldn't do no good if it were hidden.
The draugur needs to see it.
What is it?
Wood from that ship.
What?
It's a stave, miss.
To protect the house from evil.
Helga, the men cannot be reminded of what happened that night.
I cannot afford to have them distracted by spirits and ghosts...
Not a spirit, miss. Not the way you're thinking.
Most of it's skin and bone and blood.
Just like us.
Only there's no life left in it anymore.
Just hate.
I've seen it in my dreams.
It stays hidden during the day, miss.
But at night...
that's when I've felt it.
Trying to get in here.
Maybe you've felt it, too.
- It went well? - It certainly did, ma'am.
Found them out past the Point. I think he looks a bit like you.
- Should be plenty more where that came from, ma'am. - We should celebrate.
We've got enough food now. We should celebrate.
- That's a fine idea, Miss Eva. - Hey! All in moderation.
Oh, I'm all about moderation, me!
Skal!
* Let the wind blow Down this snow And ice and cold *
* Drink to the bottle's end Tomorrow's not our friend * Skal!
* Rabbit comes from his burrow
Deep, there's nothing there For him to eat! *
* But all we have
Are burrows here Rabbit drink your fill *
* Blow, let the wind blow Down this snow And ice and cold *
* Drink till the bottle's end Tomorrow's not our friend *
* Old troll wakes up And stomps his feet *
* For Christian blood Is what he seeks *
* But all we have Are barrels here *
* Troll, you drink your fill! *
* Blow, let the wind blow Down this snow And ice and cold *
* Drink till the bottle's end Tomorrow's not our friend! Hey! *
* Blow, blow Let the wind blow *
* Down this snow And ice and cold *
* Drink till the bottle's end Tomorrow's not our friend! *
Skal!
Sorry about your old man, man.
He was a good man... A good man.
Thank you, Hákon.
You've got some big boots to fill.
Fuck off, Hákon!
What?
Miss Eva?
Are you all right?
Ma'am?
You saw it, then?
The charms aren't working.
It's too strong for that.
Soon, it'll get in their heads too
and that'll be the end of it.
That's what it likes best, miss.
See us turn on each other.
I just had too much to drink, Helga.
A thing like that never stops.
I wouldn't sleep if I were you.
What happened on that ship to those people
was a terrible tragedy, Helga, but we had no choice...
It doesn't care!
It won't stop until it's taken all of us.
The only way to stop a draugur is fire.
Burn it.
All of it! All of it! Gone!
It's all gone?
Even the bait.
How... Who...
Hákon.
You were the last one in there?
Aye, ma'am. Came in last night to get a bottle of brandy.
When?
I... don't remember.
Late. But everything was there, otherwise I would've noticed.
Noticed? You were so drunk last night,
it was a miracle you could remember your own name.
Where's Helga?
Has anyone seen her since last night?
Not since she went up after you, miss.
That bitch!
- Skúli! - Well, who else is there?
- Why would she? - How would I know?
Maybe she's thrown it in the sea
trying to charm mermaids.
She couldn't have...
I mean... Could she?
The devil needs but a single sin
to creep inside the soul.
The worship of graven idols, gluttony...
intemperance.
- Maybe it was you. - Me?
Aye. Trying to teach us sinners a lesson.
It was your sins. The reason you'll never be healthy.
You're here cos of your father never gave a fuck about you!
- Please be quiet. - There was fresh snow this morning, ma'am.
Could be tracks left.
- Might be worth searching the station. - Maybe it was the draugur.
Stow that talk.
Helga might be lost or injured.
We have to find her while it's still light out.
And our food.
Aron,
you were talking in your sleep the other night.
Was I, miss?
It was a rhyme.
Something about the draugur.
Was it something Helga taught you?
"Lock your doors and windows
when the sea gives up its dead.
Beware the draugur, for its rage will not be fed.
It steals for love of stealing,
it hurts for love of pain.
Beware the draugur, when it roams the midnight plain.
There's madness in its words,
there's sickness in its breath.
Beware the draugur...
for its icy touch is death.
It lingers near the grave and the breath that it once drew.
Beware the draugur,
for tonight it comes for you."
What is it?
It's one of Helga's charms.
Skúli, can I have your knife?
- Miss! - I need to see.
What are you looking for, miss?
I think we should stop this, miss.
Skúli, go get a coil of rope and some nails.
And a hammer.
Miss Eva?
He's sick.
We don't know what to do.
Stay with us, Hákon.
It's too cold. It's too cold...
He's burning up.
Please... Please...
- Please just stop. - It's all right, Hákon.
- It'll be all right. - No... No...
No! No, no, no.
Keep it away. Keep it away. Keep it away!
Keep it away from me! Keep it away!
- Keep it away from me! - Hákon, there's nothing there!
- There's nothing there. - I don't want to hear it!
I don't want to hear it!
It's all right.
It says we're all gonna die.
Hákon, you're sick.
- You're seeing things. - And you haven't?
You think you're safe?
Brother, please!
- What are you doing? - Get off!
Hákon! Get off him!
Get off him! Hákon!
- - Hákon! - Stop it! You'll fucking kill him!
Hit him! Hit him!
Ten years I've known Hákon...
I've never seen him like that.
- Nearly killed me. - I know. I know.
You said it was an old wives' tale,
but it's real...
the draugur.
We have to get rid of this thing.
I've seen...
I've... seen...
a shadow in the corner of my eye.
I've heard a...
a voice in the back of my mind.
I've been dreaming.
Every night...
I've been dreaming about that man's death.
I can feel the axe in my hand.
Feel it split in his skull.
That's no ghost.
It's worse than that.
I don't know what's happening here...
I can't explain it.
But I do know...
The only thing I know...
is that the living...
are always more dangerous than the dead.
Miss Eva, we will not fish today.
- What? - There's an evil among us.
We're all in agreement in that, are we not?
And as much as it regrets me to say it, Miss Eva,
but it was you who brought it upon us!
Jónas, you did not object when we left those people to die.
You permitted Helga and Hákon to use
the devil's tools as protection and look where that got them!
We must set a light in the darkness.
A holy cross up there on the headland
so God may overlook our sins and grace us with his mercy.
But Jónas, we don't have any food.
Who will join me?
Miss!
On the table.
What happened? Is he all right?
Here.
- Mind his head. - I've got him. What happened to him?
He fell in the water. Hit his head on the ice.
He's burning up. Like Hákon.
All right, um...
Skúli, could you get a bowl of water?
Aron, there's a needle and thread
and some bandages under my cot. Will you bring them to me, please?
What happened out there?
Well, I...
We shot some lines out by the pack ice,
and... it wasn't more than an hour gone,
when an old mist come rolling in.
And, uh, that's when we saw the seals.
Seals?
Daní­el was the only one who saw them.
We just heard them barking.
Then we got the boat alongside the ice
and Daní­el climbed up.
He was only supposed to be gone a minute or two.
We waited for him and we waited and, uh...
We waited until that mist had grown as thick as smoke.
And all of a sudden...
he came running back out of that fog.
Like the devil himself was after him.
That's when he slipped on the ice and went in the water.
It's a miracle we got him back in the boat when we did, but...
Did you see what he was running from?
I saw...
a shadow...
standing upright,
tall as a man.
I was wrong to say what I did, Miss Eva.
The guilt... the burden of it...
it should not be yours to bear alone.
I held my tongue when I should not have.
Father always...
When he made a decision, he'd stick to it.
No matter what.
I used to always think that was a strength, but now...
It's never too late to admit our sins.
To ask for forgiveness...
for what we did.
Well, I'll go and bid Daní­el a good morning, then.
Help me.
What are you doing?
Who... Daní­el, stop.
Daní­el, you're scaring me.
Daní­el, please stop.
Please stop. Stop.
Daní­el!
Help!
Help me.
Help me! Help me!
No one... No one's getting in my mind!
Put the knife down!
Shut up! Don't talk to me like that!
None of you get to talk to me like that!
Enough!
We can't stay here, miss.
We'll end up like Hákon or Daní­el.
The next town's three days away, miss.
But we... we could take the boat.
Whether we go across the sea or over the mountains,
what is to say that this thing will not follow us?
All right, that's it, then?
We have to destroy it.
But... How?
Helga said the only way to destroy a draugur is with fire.
You followed those tracks up to the mountains, did you not?
Aye.
All along the ravine.
But... we lost them near the foothills.
It lingers near the grave.
That is where we will begin our search.
This is a Godless place.
- That's why we're here. - We shouldn't be here.
Hey!
Where did you go?
Where are you?
Hello?
Where did you go?
Skúli?
No!
Skúli!
Skúli?
Miss Eva?
Miss Eva, are you down there?
Oh, Helga.
- Prepare the boat. - Miss Eva?
We have to leave
as soon as possible.
- But, miss, you said... - I know.
I just have to take our chances.
You're not gonna get in my head!
It was in the house!
It was waiting for me!
I shot it!
What happened, miss?
Are you hurt?
I heard a fire will finish it off.
It's over. It's over.
Who are you? What are you doing here?
Please, please, stop.
I don't understand.
I don't understand what you're saying.
What are you saying?
Don't come any closer!
Stay back!