All language subtitles for tscs06

- (grunts)
- We have 10,000

signatures!
That's enough to get a hearing

at the next city council meeting
and I will shut you down!

DORIAN:
Everyone in Henson

will take a nice, long nap.

Lady Spiderwick, it's an honor.

I don't have time to waste.

I need to purchase a favor.

I need to find
the Goblin Market.

My son ran away and I don't know
what's going on.

SIMON: I came all the way
to New York to see you.

You have to tell him the truth.

Parenting is not my...
I'm not, I'm not built for it.

Wait, you knew about this, Mom?

Calliope,
is my brother going to die?

Yes.
I want you to look at me.

To see who I really am.

SIMON:
I think you're beautiful.

Help me save Jared.

(laughter echoing)

THIMBLETACK: Mulgarath
wants Spiderwick's page

on dragons.
It's hidden here in the house.

I haven't been there
for my brothers, for my family.

Can you make me better?

Point, Mallory.

You've struck me in the heart.

I will tell you everything.

THIMBLETACK:
The people you love

will always leave you.

♪ ♪

(low growling)

(roaring echoes)

♪ ♪

JARED:
"When night...

"blooms...

a cure."

Evening primrose
only blooms at night

and has healing properties.

So...

so come on, Emiko.

Wake up.

Please.

(Jared panting)

(sighs)

(scoffs)
That's my hoodie.

That's a nice way to say hello.

Give me one reason
why I shouldn't

punch you in your dumb face
again.

- Because I'm your brother.
- No.

Y-You're with them.

Calliope is my friend.

Emiko is your friend, too.

And she can't wake up
because the ogre

is raising dragons

to poison the whole town
and eat everybody!

- (scoffs)
- He's manipulating you, Simon.

- What?
- All of you!

He kissed mom and now

you're staying on a pullout
sofa in his guest room

- like it's a damn sleepover!
- Listen, you don't know
the truth, okay?

Mom and Dad lied to me.

All right? To us.

I mean, I can't go home
and smile and eat

mac and cheese
like everything is kosher.

Stings, doesn't it?

Hmm? Being betrayed

by people you love.

I'm trying to save your life.

Look, Mulgarath hasn't
lied to me.

He can't.

I know what I'm doing.

Simon...

Whatever.

NARRATOR: The hero's journey
is never easy.

I warned you
this is a dark fairy tale.

And like all fairy tales,
things grow darker

as we near the end.

♪ ♪

VALENTINA: The vorpal sword,
it's an enchanted weapon.

It's the only thing
that can kill an ogre.

One stab through the heart

will cleave him from this world.

Yeah, my-my mom

used to tell bedtime stories
about the sword.

A blade forged

from the entropy
of a comet's tail.

BREE:
And the lament of lost wars.

My mom told me
bedtime stories, too.

I still don't understand.

I mean, you're far more skilled
than either of us.

I fought the monster
at your great-aunt's appeal,

but I lost both hands

and much, much more.

Uh, Lucinda wanted you
to kill the ogre?

Have you ever heard that...

if you catch a fairy,
they have to grant you a wish?

You're a fairy?

Half naiad, half human.

A strega of sorts, a witch.

But Lucinda,

as vibrant as she was,

she captured my heart,
and so I could not refuse

her wish to slay Mulgarath.

But I failed.

So now I'm oath-bound.

I'm shackled to Henson
until Mulgarath is dead.

Since Valentina
can't kill Mulgarath,

she's training us to do it.

VALENTINA: I can't hold
the sword, I'm half-magic.

And only a pure human

with pure intent

can wield the vorpal sword.

(scoffs) I leave that little
bit of milk in the carton

and put it back in the fridge.
I'm hardly pure.

You wouldn't be here
if you weren't deserving.

I've honed young women
into warriors,

all of whom had the potential
for greatness.

But, unfortunately, no one has
been able to find the sword.

So what happened to those girls?

Mulgarath happened.

He killed them all.

(Bree sighs)

- MALLORY: Bree.
- VALENTINA: Let her go.

- (door opens)
- We are each the hero

- of our own story.
- (door closes)

Bree's grappling
with her journey, but...

...what will they write
about you, Mallory?

MALLORY:
Jared?

Where are you?
I know you're in here.

I can smell the boy stench

of pimento cheese
and insecurity.

(Thimbletack laughing)

Eat liquid iron!

- Burn, you creature! Burn!
- (screams) Stop! Stop!

You're staining my favorite
shirt, you sentient fart!

Jared, maybe she's
not a faery spy.

She sounds a ton
like your sister.

Mm-mm, no way.

Mallory never wants
to talk to me.

She treats me like I'm a plague.

Look.

I need your help
to find the vorpal sword.

It's the only weapon
that can kill Mulgarath.

Double reverse psychology is
such a Mulgarath-y tactic!

Whoa! Careful!
You almost got it on me.

Jared, you know
I have body dysmorphia

and major sensory issues.

And the iron isn't working
on her, dumdum.

(Thimbletack laughing)

How the hell
are you even doing this?

Apologize.

And I might...

- let...
- Jared!

- you go.
- Stop.

(exhales)
You know, gloating is gross.

- And small.
- You look at me
like you want me dead.

It's just resting-sibling face.

No.

You've never been there for me.
Never.

Not in Brooklyn,
not when I need you most.

So tell me...

why should I help you, huh?

Superglue?

- (exclaiming)
- Stop doing that,

- whatever you are.
- No, no,

let Thimbletack go!
You're gonna hurt him!

This thing that ruined my hair?
No.

I should put him
in the microwave.

I can feel my spleen! Okay.

- You asked for it! (laughs)
- (Mallory gasps)

(scampering footfalls)

You know what, I thought
that you could help me

find the vorpal sword.
My mistake.

You're so paranoid.

Jared, it's lonely

when they think you're crazy

and you know you're not.

- Sucks.
- Mm-hmm.

Jared, you can't tell
or trust anyone.

But I procured

a treasure
from the Goblin Market.

They sell dreams by the pound.

And trade nightmares.

You can buy
swart-headed mulberries

and bright-fire-like barberries.

The dread minotaur's horn

and the ephemeral

vorpal sword.

(stammers)

No, no, this-this didn't happen.

You-you took out a Hot Pocket
and a seeing stone,

but you didn't mention
a vorpal sword.

Careful, child.

Gold and coin won't help you,

the Goblin Market extracts
its payment

in body and soul.

I know where
the vorpal sword is.

Lucinda told me.

I think it's in the
Goblin Market which is somehow

connected to Nielsen's.

Okay. Excellent. Amazing.

If we do this,

you have to do everything I say.

- (scoffs)
- For the first time ever, you,

Mallory Grace,
have to listen to me.

You know, just because
you're pissed at Simon

doesn't mean you have
to be a prick.

Yeah, well,
you're no hero, either.

Let's pack up and go.

(quietly): Simon already
stabbed you in the back.

Maybe keep your eye
on that Hatcher.

He was acting all sketchy
about the iron.

This is war, Jare-bear.
You can't trust anyone.

I, uh, I put your laptop charger
in the side pocket.

And some Claritin in case
the pollen gets heavy.

I love you so much and I'm s--

Mom, can we not do this
right now?

(sighs)
I know it's hard, but...

You know,
it takes someone very brave.

Give him some time.

Allow him to process.

We're so lucky to have you.

Well, the feeling
is very mutual.

- Mmm.
- Mmm.

Mmm. You're Jared's therapist
and my boss,

and Lisa in HR
has been super clear

about work relationships, and

the city council meeting
about Meskwaki is today,

so, maybe we shouldn't kiss.

- Should or shouldn't?
- (chuckles)

Oh, that's, uh, very pragmatic.

- (laughs)
- Yeah.

I'll see you at city council?

Can't wait.

Okay.

(door opens, closes)

Ah. Someone is a smitten kitten.

Watch yourself, Little Fetch.

We're on ice so thin,
we're practically a margarita.

Something's wrong
with the dragons.

They're dying.

I can feel it.

CALLIOPE:
See? The twins aren't eating.

You are remarkably courageous.

I'm not scared of dragons.

Or ogres.

SIMON:
Lucinda said
you wanted the Field Guide

so you can kill everyone.

What happened
to the real Dr. Brauer?

I know you can't lie.

I want the Field Guide...

...to help the magical creatures

your great grandfather
chronicled.

Lucinda hid them from me.

She blamed me
for Arthur's disappearance,

which I had nothing to do with.

She only ever saw me
as the ugly ogre of lore.

I used Dr. Brauer
to convince your mother

to come here so you could help
me put the Field Guide together.

It's always been
about you, Simon.

Jared found most
of these pages, though.

- But you know
what to do with them.
- Right.

CALLIOPE:
We can translate the pages

and care for the creatures.

(scoffs)
Yeah.

Well, you still didn't
answer my question.

Dorian was eaten by the troll.

- He was trying to help me.
- Hmm.

I... I blame myself.

Their-their deaths are my fault,

but... I'm desperate.

Like these dragons, we are
on the verge of extinction.

Our-our homes paved over.

Relegated to living
in the shadows.

We are fighting
for our very survival.

We're all creatures
of the world,

and they will die
without your help, Simon.

Jared has Spiderwick's
dragon page,

and if I can get it,

then we'll know what they really
eat and how to keep them alive.

I'm counting on you
to do the right thing.

I can't do this without you...

...son.

(knocking)

- Hey.
- Hey.

You're, uh,
training a lot these days.

- Yeah, got to keep sharp,
you know?
- Mm-hmm.

En garde! Prêts? Allez!

(laughs)
And, uh, who are you dueling?

Mm. Gonna save Meskwaki

from Tanner and gentrification.

Ooh, Mama, no, not in those
basic pumps and raggedy feet.

- Come on!
- What?! My feet...

Here. Wear mine.

Well, these don't go
with my suit.

Trust me,
they really, really do.

- Try them on.
- (sighs)

I'm, uh, sorry
it's all has been such a blah.

Yeah, you know, "blah" seems
to be our new normal, so...

Nothing's gone the way I hoped.

All this drama
is so distracting.

I haven't... I haven't even
been there for you.

How are you doing?

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm al... I'm always okay.

It's okay if you're not okay.

Am I a good person?
(laughs softly)

Honey...

...you are an incredible,

smart, talented and

"I don't even know
what else to say

because I am in constant awe
of you" person.

I'm going to make you proud.

I'm going
to make you proud.

♪ ♪

All right. The Goblin Market
is hidden somewhere in here.

Let's get hunting... hunters.

(soft music playing)

Dweebs.

WOMAN (over P.A.):
BJ, cleanup in aisle two.

BJ, I need you
for cleanup in aisle two.

Goblin Flakes have riboflavin
and marshmallows,

- but no vorpal sword.
- How did you know to come here?

I've been doing this
a lot longer than you have.

Why did you run off like that?

I thought
we were doing this together.

This isn't your fight.

I get it, okay?

You're upset about Chris
and the sleeping disease.

No, you don't know me.

Whose fault is that?

Only one of us
can wield the sword.

- This isn't a competition, Bree.
- Everything is a competition.

JARED (over P.A.):
Mallory to the deli counter,
please.

Mallory to the deli counter.

This is Hubert.

He knows Lucinda, and

he'll take us
to the Goblin Market.

He looks like
he makes video game tutorials

in his mom's basement.

It's my cousin's basement,

and my videos are fire,

- thank you very much.
- Oh.

(chops loudly)

- He's totally gonna kill us.
- Yeah.

The Goblin Market trades
in life and death, child.

And they have pumpkin spice
lattes all year round,

but we have no time to waste.

Because the Goblin Market
magically moves

every day like Krull?

Because I only have
a 20-minute break.

NARRATOR:
The next step in the journey

is the Threshold Guardian...

Grab a loaf of bread
and follow me.

NARRATOR:
...who takes our hero
from the world they've known

straight into the heart
of the unknown.

Hey. He seems dangerous.

Well, too bad, Mallory.
You're not in charge.

Now grab some bread
and come on!

(running footfalls)

Okay, should I take focaccia
or rosemary ciabatta?

(door squeaks closed)

Guys?

(sighs)

Welcome to the last refuge

for magical creatures
in Michigan.

- (birds singing)
- Wait.

We're still in Henson?

We're in the alley
outside Nielsen's.

How has no one ever found
this place?

You have Lady Spiderwick's
warrior spirit.

We cast glamours to make sure

no one wanders
into these hallowed grounds.

And these enchantments are
not only outside, they're in.

If we don't
Hansel-and-Gretel our path,

we could get lost forever.

Forever and ever.
(chuckles softly)

- (gavel bangs)
- WOMAN:
And now the representatives

from Meskwaki will speak.

The Meskwaki Hospital has been
an essential part

of Henson for 150 years,

providing vital counseling and
social rehabilitation services.

It's already been the victim
of national budget cuts--

going from 500 beds to just 50.

My grandson, Hatcher,

has severe body dysmorphia,

and he won't take off
his robot helmet.

Because of Dr. Brauer,
for the first time,

I've actually seen him smile.

Thank you, Barbara.

Meskwaki treats all kinds
of issues.

Issues we've ignored.

People we've stigmatized
for generations.

It has to stop.

Our loved ones need
to be seen and heard,

instead of pretending
there isn't a problem.

She has a son at Meskwaki.

Obviously,
her opinion is biased.

I wouldn't send my son
if I didn't believe

in Dr. Brauer's work.

Look around.

So far, 43 people have come down
with this sleeping disease,

and none of our health
professionals understand why.

We don't know if
there's a pathogen in the water,

or if this is some kind
of mass hysteria.

But only Dr. Brauer has offered
to open beds

and figure out
what's going on here.

These scare tactics
don't change the fact

that these disturbed patients,

who won't take off a robot mask,
are the real threat!

- Yes.
- (crowd murmuring)

We'll take a ten-minute recess

and reconvene
to hear counterarguments.

(indistinct crowd chatter)

Hmm.

- Can I help you with something?
- (sighs)

DORIAN: You did this
to yourself, Tanner.

- Tanner?
- What were we talking about?

(indistinct chatter)

(birds singing)

Come, come, children.
The Goblin Market awaits.

MALLORY:
Hey.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah. Fine.

Let's get that sword.

Mm-hmm. Let's go.

(phone buzzing)

(sighs)

What?

SIMON:
Hey, uh, your location sharing
turned off.

Are you okay?
Where are you?

I'm in none of your business.

Look, Jared,
I-I don't want to fight, okay?

I'm-I'm just worried about you.

You're acting angrier
and more erratic than ever.

Jared?

SIMON:
Are you there?

JARED:
I'm fine. I'm totally fine.

Have you translated the Field
Guide pages Mulgarath stole?

I studied them, yeah. Why?

I think I found a creature.

He seems human, but he smells
like broccoli farts

and has warts
all over his hands.

Sounds like he could be a hag.

HUBERT:
Hey, keep up.

Follow the bread crumbs.

You don't want
to get lost forever.

Hags have incredible hearing,
and they love gambling.

They lure naive humans
into deadly traps.

Spiderwick said the only way

to escape a hag's trap is
to set it off.

Thanks.

Just, uh, call me when you get
back from not-being-with-a-hag

so I can make sure you're alive,
and we can really talk?

I'd like that... a lot.

Jared will call us
when he's on his way.

Hopefully, it'll give us enough
time to find the dragon page.

You're doing the right thing.

(metallic creaking)

He disabled the way
into the attic.

Hey, I think I got something.

Hmm. No.

These are just his drawings.

CALLIOPE:
Is that supposed to be you?

He really hates your guts.

He drew something similar
back in Brooklyn.

It got him in super deep,
the cops and everything.

No wonder he hid these then.

Yeah.

Hey, is Jared still
going to die?

If we can find the dragon page

and help Mulgarath get
what he wants,

he'll make sure nothing bad
happens to your brother

or your family.

Hey, Calliope! Oh, my God!

Hey! Hey, look at me.
Are you okay?

He sprayed everything with iron.

It's all over the place.
I can't breathe.

I actually admire his moxie.

Hey, you need to go home, okay?

Okay, it's not safe for you
to be here.

All right,
I'll find the page myself.

Oh, Simon.

HUBERT:
Your tiny minds will melt,

and you'll be cleaning out
the mess

with Q-tips for months
after you see...

the Goblin Market!

(electrical buzzing)

This used to be a grand bazaar

selling thistle-down
to manticores

while will-o-wisps
juggled dandelions fire.

Now everyone shops online.

Still, we have everything
from phoenix bones

to our famous
pumpkin spice latte.

We need the vorpal sword.

Vorpal sword. Hmm.

I think
we had one in home goods.

Hang on.

Listen, Hubert is going
to try to trap us here.

He's some kind of hag.

Then maybe we should go?

No. We can't leave
without the sword.

It's the only way
to kill Mulgarath.

(quietly): There's got to be
another option.

We have to trick him into giving
us the sword and then escape.

(Hubert whistles)

Here we go.

One vorpal sword.

And one pumpkin spice latte.

Um, we... we, uh,
didn't order the latte.

- But I already made it.
- MALLORY: All right.

How much is all this
gonna cost?

1,024 teeth.
1,028 with the latte.

- Teeth?!
- That is
the preferred tender, yes.

You're telling me that
this latte costs four teeth?

Well, you can really taste
the cardamom.

Okay, we don't have 1,024 teeth.

Then you just wasted
my entire break!

Hey, hey, wait, wait, wait.

What if we played
some sort of game

to earn the teeth?

You must think that
I am some kind of degenerate

that I would gamble with
four children for their teeth.

Because I totally would.
(laughs)

(Dorian humming Wagner's
"Ride of the Valkyries")

(urinal flushing)

(humming continues)

I know one
of your patients was responsible

for the disappearance
of my wife.

I'm shutting you down.

(urinal flushes)

No, I'm shutting you down.

(whimpers)

(Tanner coughs, gasps for air)

(guttural gasping)

I think
this is terrifically ironic.

This is the same way
I killed your wife.

Eh, you know those mushrooms
you yank out of your prim lawn?

- That's your wife, Tanner.
- (whimpers)

That's Julia.

I'm an ogre, shape-shifter.

And you ingested a part of me

that I can transform
into anything I want.

From this fleshy form to an
ophiocordyceps unilateralis,

otherwise known
as the zombie fungus.

I can't make you do anything
too complex.

Nothing I don't know how
to do already.

So, no flying planes or Sudoku.

You're more like a puppet.

- (Dorian whistles)
- (Tanner groans)

(water running)

TANNER:
Hmm.

(sighs)

- I need you, Tanner.
- Hmm.

After our meeting,
you're going to go out there

and withdraw your motion
to close Meskwaki.

I really need a win here.
Got a lot on my plate.

Not only am I trying to poison
the water supply of Henson

with a sleeping sickness.

I'm also trying
to impress a lady.

See. (sighs)

I don't have
your L.L. Bean catalog chin,

but I did recently read
in Gwyneth Paltrow's Goop

that competence
is the new handsome.

- (rock music plays)
- NARRATOR: In the unknown,

the hero must make
a personal sacrifice...

Oh. So beautiful.

NARRATOR:
...losing part of themselves
in the process.

All right.
That's our collateral.

So, what's the game?

An ancient game of wits

that has been played
through the ages.

Rock, Paper, Scissors.

- (laughter)
- Ow. Ow. Aah.

Laugh,
but each turn is worth double,

and it escalates quickly.

Win enough teeth, you'll get
the sword and the latte.

But if you lose,
if you can't pay your debt,

you'll work here until you die.

Now then,

how much do you care to wager?

NARRATOR:
And the more the hero loses
of themselves...

Let's throw.

NARRATOR:
...the deeper they go

into that dark abyss.

(sighs)
Shall we throw again?

Oh. You're a ringer.

Yes.

- Only 1,026 left.
- HATCHER: Come on, Jared.

(soft grunting)

- Oh, come on!
- Now that's 32 teeth you owe me.

32? How?
He only played five rounds.

Each turn is worth double,

and I'm going to need
another deposit to continue.

Hatcher, give him your teeth.

Dude, I don't
take off my helmet.

BREE:
Unbelievable.

We're wasting time.

You can take my molars.

- (laughs)
- Let's go.

MALLORY:
Bree? Bree, stop it.

No.

MALLORY:
Bree? Bree, stop.

Bree, seriously, stop!

That's now, 512 teeth,

512 delightful teeth
that you owe me.

(door opens, slams)

(birds singing)

(footfalls approaching)

I messed it all up.

I was jealous.

- (sighs)
- Of me?

Duh.

Bree, I'm not even near you.

(quietly): What?

I studied for two years
with Valentina

before I passed her test.

And then,
you just did it in two hours.

I had to be the one
to find the vorpal sword

and kill the ogre,

and it's not because of Chris
or competition,

but because...

(voice breaking):
Because my mom's mask

is on Valentina's wall.

Mulgarath killed her.

And I let everyone down.

My mom, my dad.

You.

Oh, no sword,
no hope, no nothing.

- I get it.
- (sighs, sniffles)

The need to prove yourself
to your family.

The pressure to be excellent.

Fighting to be seen, just hoping
it'll make them love you.

(sniffles)

Well, I'm just petty
and vengeful and pathetic.

Yeah. Well... same.

- Okay, not same, same.
- (laughs)

- But... maybe similar?
- Mmm.

(Bree sniffles)

Thank you for listening to me.

Thank you for telling me.

(Bree sniffles)

(thudding)

THIMBLETACK:
Oh, no, no, no.

You chose your side, Simp-Simon.

Now, get out of here!

Go ride a bike with your new
ogre-dad or something.

Ride it straight off a cliff!

Thimbletack,
I'm only trying to help, okay?

You need to believe me.
I need to get that dragon page.

Well, it's not in the attic,
I swear.

There's just a bunch books
and formaldehyde

and my collection of lint
that looks like Elvis Presley.

And that is all! Promise!

Okay.

- (groaning)
- (Thimbletack laughing)

(Simon grunting)

The more Simon sneaks,
the more superglue leaks!

(Simon grunting)

Oh, no. No, no, no, no.

(echoing):
No!

(blades sharpening)

HUBERT:
♪ Oh, don't you hear
the old man say? ♪

♪ Hurrah, me boys,
we're homeward bound ♪

♪ Oh, don't you hear
the old man say? ♪

♪ Goodbye, fare-thee-well,
goodbye, fare-thee-well ♪

♪ Oh, don't you hear
the old man say? ♪

♪ Doo, doo-doo,
doo, doo-doo... ♪

512 teeth.

I'm going to take all
of your chompers,

and you still owe me.

One of you is staying here,

forever making
pumpkin spice lattes.

- I'll do it. I'll stay.
- No, no, no, no.

Dope! Let me get you a smock.

Mallory!
No. Don't be a martyr.

There's no other option, Bree.

You guys have to go back
and stop Mulgarath.

(quietly): No, no, no.
We can still get the sword.

Why are you whispering?

Hubert hears everything.

(air whooshing)

(knuckles cracking)

That's why he won so many times.

He listens to our muscles move
into Rock, Paper or Scissors.

We need to fool his ears...
and change it the last minute.

You're just guessing.

Simon told me.

He translated it
from the Field Guide. Come on.

It's the only way he could have
won that many times.

So now you trust Simon?

When Hubert was sharpening
his knife, I saw him flinching.

- We have to trick him.
- Okay, look.

We cannot risk everything
on a "maybe."

What did I do
to make you hate me so much?

You never believe me.
Not now.

Not when I told you
creatures were real.

Not in Brooklyn when the whole
world told me I was messed up.

Because...

I thought you deserved it.

I wanted you to be punished.

I wanted you to hurt.

Same way that you hurt me

by wrapping everybody else up
in your crap.

Listen.

You're an incredible fencer.

And I know...
I know you can win.

But please, please believe in me
as much as I believe in you.

♪ ♪

MALLORY:
Double or nothing, right?
Let's go.

♪ ♪

(pounding echoing)

- Yes, yes! (whoops)
- Yeah!

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

We-we have to go again.

You only have 1,024 teeth,

and you owe me 1,028
for the sword and the latte.

I didn't order the latte.

- (roaring)
- BREE: Guys, come on!
- HATCHER: Oh, no, no, no, no.

Run, run, run!

Hubert's gonna catch us!

Run faster!

(groaning)

You can't escape me.

(distant roaring)

I don't think
that's gonna work, Jared.

Wait, wait, guys.
Guys, I have an idea.

I know you, fibbers.
I know where you live.

We have to change
the bread crumbs.

Great. We can lose him
and get out of here.

I'll find you.

Go, go, go, go!

(distant roaring)

- Yes.
- Yes!

(chuckles, exhales)

(snarls)

(roaring)

Careful, careful. Ooh!

- (giggles)
- (Jared chuckles)

- Yes!
- Yeah, we did it.

(laughs)

SIMON:
Help, please.

Somebody help me, please!

(grunting)

Simon! Crap! Are you okay?

Mallory, thank God.
Please get me out of here.

Oh, my God.
Okay, I'm coming.

He came to steal
the dragon page for Mulgarath.

I heard him.
He's betraying you.

See? You can't trust anyone.

Not even your own blood.

Don't touch him.
Don't anyone touch him.

Let him suffer some more.

He's our brother.

Grace family rules.
Don't be a d-bag.

SIMON:
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Thank you, thank you.

Well, I say back stabbers
get stabbed back.

SIMON:
Thanks, bro.

JARED:
It's just a hilt.

He tricked us.

That old hag tricked us.
Look, there's no sword.

This is rot!
Like you'd ever want my help.

There was never a sword.

This is some kind of distraction

so you could help Simon find
the dragon page for Mulgarath.

That's not
what's going on, okay?

- Really?
- We were a team.

Things between us
didn't suck for once.

All of you are against me.

We all want to help you!

I broke my arm.
I'm missing teeth.

You haven't done a damn thing
except avoid iron at all cost.

I'm not a creature.

Take off the helmet.

Show me you aren't hiding
horns or elf ears. Hmm?

You know why I can't do that.

Because you're lying!

Everyone in this room is a phony

pretending to be something
that they're not.

Pretending to care.

Dr. Brauer, Hubert, all of you.

I'm your friend, Jared.

Then prove me wrong.

Take off the helmet, Hatcher.

(phone chimes)

Is it bad news?

Uh, they're not
shutting down Meskwaki.

Tanner backed down.
We won. We won!

That's amazing.
(chuckles) Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

- Mmm.
- Mmm.

(moans)

(gasps)

Oh. Oh, my goodness.
I'm sorry.

- (Hatcher yells)
- SIMON: Stop it!
- MALLORY: Jared!

Come on.

(overlapping arguments)

MALLORY:
Jared, please stop!

SIMON: Get off of him, Jared.
Let him go!

- HATCHER: Ah!
- Show me who you are.

- Get off of him, Jared!
- MALLORY: Stop!

SIMON:
You're gonna hurt him.

Shut up. Just shut up! Shut up!

I'm not letting
any of you trick me again.

MALLORY:
Jared, please!

(groans)

Jared! What did you do?

(panting)

Don't look at me like that!

Like I'm the bad guy here.

He's the monster.

Lucinda tried to warn you
and you didn't believe her.

It's not too late.

Lucinda's alive.
I saw her.

(sobbing)
We can fix this.

We can make this all right.

Mom...

Mom, you have to believe me.

("Smile" by Timi Yuro playing)

♪ ♪

- ♪ Now you should smile ♪
- (dialogue inaudible)

♪ Though your heart is aching ♪

♪ Smile even though... ♪

DORIAN:
Okay. Here's the intake form.

♪ When there are clouds ♪

♪ Way up in the sky ♪

♪ You're gonna get by ♪

♪ If you smile... ♪

MALLORY:
Sorry, it's just the hilt.

♪ Fear and sorrow ♪

It's not a hilt.
It's a test.

♪ It may be ♪

♪ Maybe tomorrow ♪

♪ You'll see the sun... ♪

The other dragon didn't survive.

♪ For you ♪

(muffled):
This is all for the best.

♪ Light ♪

♪ Light up your face... ♪

Hey...

It's gonna be okay.

♪ Hide every trace ♪

♪ Of sadness ♪

♪ Although a tear ♪

♪ May be ever so near ♪

♪ That's the time... ♪

Why her?

Why not me?

It's simple, really.
It's because she...

She...

- VALENTINA (whispers):
Mulgarath.
- Valentina.

NARRATOR:
In the darkest moments
of despair,

having destroyed
the companionship

of friend and family,

the hero faces their nemesis...

alone.

♪ If you just smile... ♪

LUCINDA:
It's lonely when they think
you're crazy

and you know you're not.

You have to keep
your head on, Jared.

Stay strong.

Believe.

♪ Do you see it too? ♪

♪ I don't know what to do ♪

♪ Call me on the telephone ♪

♪ Because I'm feeling
all alone ♪

♪ So where you wanna go? ♪

♪ We can hit the road ♪

♪ We can
hit the road ♪

♪ We'll find the sun out there ♪

♪ No need to run out there ♪

♪ Another fire, I'm not afraid ♪

♪ To see new worlds
come off the page ♪

♪ I'm not a hero but I can see ♪

♪ There's something special
in you and me ♪

♪ There's something magic
in the sky ♪

♪ And no one gets it
like you do ♪

♪ There's something magic
in your eyes ♪

♪ And no one gets me
like you do ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh ♪

♪ There's something magic
in the sky ♪

♪ There's something magic
in your eyes ♪

♪ There's something magic
in the sky ♪

♪ There's something magic
in the sky ♪

♪ And no one gets it
like you do ♪

♪ There's something magic
in your eyes ♪

♪ And no one gets me
like you do. ♪

♪ ♪