All language subtitles for Dragons Race to the Edge - S03E04 (2015) WEB.eng

This changes everything.

So? What do you think, bud?

You got no love
for the old Dragon Fly Two?

Oh, come on. You love these wings.
They let me fly beside you,

they put us in precarious situations

that you always have to save me from.

It's terrific! All right, I think this is
probably gonna need some welding.

Hey bud, can you fire up the forge?

- I got it.
- Oh, my!

Snotlout! How many times have I told you
to not sneak up on me like that?

Uh, well, if you count now, I would say...
I don't care.

Let me light the forge for you.

"Us." Let "us" light the forge for you.
Jeez, don't be so needy.

Yeah, I think I'm okay.

Hiccup, aren't you always complaining
that I never do anything around here?

Well, here I am.

Snotlout "the Volunteer" Jorgenson.
Ready to do Thor's work.

And that's what I'm afraid of.

Watch and learn, Hiccup. Watch and learn.

Hookfang, hit it.

No, no, no, no! Snotlout,
you have to build it gradually!

What?

They've changed.

No, Snotlout, they haven't changed.

It's just that this is over the line.
Even for them.

Relax, Hiccup. Don't get your tunic
in a bunch. Everything's fine.

Oh yeah, it's fine? It's fine?
Does this look "fine" to you?

I guess I'm just an optimist, Hiccup.

I'm what you'd call a
"hut half un-burned" kind of guy.

Oh, for the love of gods.

Down, Skullcrusher!

Dad!

We need to talk right away.

Yeah, sure thing. Let me just--

Not you, him.

I mean, your father
has always been... Well...

Annoying?

Well, that's one word for it.
Insufferable is another.

I mean,
nothing is ever easy with that man.

Always second-guessing me.

Constantly trying to show me up.

He once nearly burned down the village

even though I told him
to mind those torches in the gale winds.

Can you imagine?

Huh. No, I can't imagine that.
Even a little bit.

What?

Ever since he joined Astrid's
auxiliary Dragon Riders,

he's become intolerable
on a whole different level.

Tell me about it, Chief.

The man suddenly has ideas
on improving everything.

Most of which are considerably above
his place in the tribe or station in life.

Way above.

Most recently, he's been pushing a plan
for a secret off-Berk cache

of emergency food and supplies.

That's actually not a bad idea.

You're taking his side now,
are you?

Uh... No, no. Uh, I just--

It wouldn't be a bad idea

if he didn't persist on telling it to me
four times a day.

I mean, how could he be
so unaware and pigheaded?

Uh, welcome to my world.

Anyway, I finally told
the old pain in my buttocks

to go ahead and start searching.

He's taken a number of
reconnaissance trips as of late.

Then, he went on
his most recent expedition.

And...

He hasn't returned.

Relax, chief. He's a Jorgenson.
He can take care of himself.

It's been a month, son.

A month? You didn't say it was a month.
That's my dad out there!

Okay, Dad, do you have any idea
where Spitelout might have gone?

No, he was too secretive.

I did find this.

Can you help me decipher it?

Now, clearly it's some sort of coded map.

I've seen this before. But it's not code.

It's just my dad's bad handwriting
and terrible grammar.

Why would you dangle a participle
like that?

And the penmanship.

Just tell me where to look and--

I'm going with you.
I can't stay here if my dad's in trouble.

What kind of son would I be?

Besides, I can rub it
in his face for once.

What a muttonhead.

Right. Uh, I better tag along for back-up.

Snotlout, I'm sure your dad is fine.
And we will find him.

I know he's fine, Hiccup.
He's my dad and he's a Jorgenson.

Snotlout!

Yeah, I see it, bud.

Uh. I thought Spitelout was only
supposed to be scouting.

-He was.
-Right.

Um, hello? It's called "initiative."

It's called "insubordination."

Tomayto, tomahto.

-Spitelout!
-Dad!

What is it?

I'm having Asia Fondue.
Something seems oddly familiar.

Snotlout, are you trying to say "deja vu"?

Yeah, that's what I said.

Of course. It's a Jorgenson Yakmaster!
Nice work, Dad!

Okay. Uh, care to fill us in...

The Jorgenson Yakmaster
is a specifically designed...

...dragon trap.

Would you stop that?
That's not your arm. That is my arm.

Son, are you all right?

-No!
-We're fine, Dad.

Get us out of here!

Oh, this is so much worse.

Let me think.

Hey, so, why does your dad
have a dragon trap anyway?

Oh, my Thor. Dad?

Odin's ghost!

We're gonna die. We're all gonna die.

We're all gonna die!

Not if we have anything to say about it.

Chew on that, you fire-snortin' reptile!

No offense, boy.

I see him, Skullcrusher.

What are you doing? What is he doing?

Stay still. This is tricky.

Do it, Dad. Take the shot!

No, don't take the shot.

Didn't you just hear what he said?
He said "tricky."

I don't know what's worse,
that fire-breathing maniac or his dragon.

Dad! Look out!

You've gotta leave us.

Nonsense. I'm not going anywhere.

Yes!

Come and get me, you hideous beast!

Dad? Dad!

I've seen that dragon before.
I just can't remember where.

Who cares? Whatever it is,
it's chasing my dad.

Go, Skullcrusher!

And now my dad is chasing it.

No, Stoick! Leave us be!
You don't understand.

Skullcrusher, fire!

Whoa! Can't say I saw that coming.

I hear ya, boy. Me too.

Stoick! That thing won't stay gone
for long.

Whoa. Some beast, eh?
Been tangling with it for the last--

That's all you've got to say, Spitelout?
"Some beast"?

You almost got us singed alive!

I tried to warn you
about the tail, Stoick.

But as usual, you paid no attention,
and did what you wished.

I did what I wished?

Singetail!

What? I remembered the name of the dragon.

That would have been helpful
five minutes ago, son.

But at least it would have
actually been helpful.

You know, I'm wracking my brain, Stoick,

but I don't recall
asking you to come here.

When you disappeared for a month,
I took it as an invite.

Oh, don't pretend to care about me.

You never have and you never will.

Anytime you wanna quit arguing,

so we could get out of this thing
before--

Uh, that was a little close, Chief.
Do you see any blood?

Doesn't matter, son.

Stoick is allowed to take
whatever ridiculous chances he likes.

It's the rest of us
who have to stay in line.

Good point, Dad.

What? You're gonna try and tell me

Stoick's not a total control freak? Hmph.

He's the chief.

And he wouldn't have to be
a "control freak"

if others weren't so out of control.

Your father's like some
kind of reckless renegade.

Reckless renegade? Reckless renegade?
You know what?

I like that.

Well, you would.

Come, boy-o.
I'll show you around the place.

At least one of you
will appreciate my work.

Yeah, what a jerk.

When I found this place, boy-o,
I knew it was perfect.

I was about to head back to Berk
when I thought...

"All that's gonna happen is
Stoick is gonna insist on seeing it.

And then he's going to want to see
my plans to construct it.

And then he's going to want
to change those plans.

Again. And again. And again.
And again. And again."

By the time all of that transpired,
I could build the darn thing myself.

So, I did.

Ha! That's right, you did.
Well, I think it's amazing, Dad.

First off, I wouldn't have picked
an island with a fire-happy dragon

to build a structure out of wood.

Another ill-conceived Jorgenson special.

I checked the island, over and over

for anything that might
get in the way of the construction.

That Singetail only arrived
after it was finished!

Came out of nowhere.
Started setting fires all over the island.

Hey, as far as I'm concerned,
it's got the Jorgenson stamp of approval.

I mean, it's even got
an "S" on it for "Spitelout."

Or for... "Snotlout"?

Uh, storehouse, boy-o.
The "S" is for "storehouse."

Ha! I knew that.

You say the Singetail has been
setting fires all over the island?

Aye.

It's obviously
trying to mark its territory.

The storehouse was here first!

You should go explain that
to the Singetail,

I'm sure he'll be very understanding.

Save your breath
because we're not staying.

You would never abandon something you'd
built with your own two hands, Stoick.

Bit of a double standard, don't you think?

Yeah, when was the last time you Haddocks
gave us Jorgensons any respect?

Respect is earned, son.

Okay. Okay.
Uh, everyone has their opinions.

Not saying which ones are correct.

Obviously, Spitelout felt this location
was a good one.

-It is a good one!
-Yeah. It is a good one.

And... And he says
he was on the island first

so we should give him
the benefit of the doubt.

"Benefit of the doubt"?
Either you believe me or you don't.

You calling my dad a liar?

Yes. I mean, no.
I mean, look.

There are four of us and four dragons.
I think that if we work together

we can run that dragon off
and save the storehouse.

We have to get in the air!
He'll pick us off down here.

Next time he passes by,
get to your dragons.

I'm not waiting for that beast
to destroy what's ours!

-Yeah!
-Yeah! Ha, ha!

Okay.

And what on Thor's green Earth
makes you think they'll listen to you?

Dad!

Yeah!

That thing had eyes
on the back of its head!

And it can attack
with both its mouth and tail.

We can take him! Come on, boy-o!

No, Spitelout!
Look, he's an unconventional dragon.

Which means
we have to fight him unconventionally.

It's too strong to take on
from the front or behind.

The only place it might be vulnerable
is below it.

The belly of the beast.

Okay, I'll draw it out.

Boy-o, you get in there and take the shot.

What? Yeah. I'll take the shot.

Guys, Toothless is the fastest

and has the most accurate blast.
We should take the shot.

I... don't like it. I know this dragon.
It should be us.

No. Hiccup is right.

The three of us draw it out
and Toothless takes the shot.

End of story.

See what I mean?
The thing sets fires everywhere it goes.

Definitely marking its territory.

But if the Singetail
were marking its territory,

the fires would be more concentrated.

Something's wrong.

There!

Keep firing! Don't let up!

Now, bud!

Toothless!

-What were you doing up there?
-What are you going on about?

You said you knew this dragon.

Yet you conveniently forgot to tell us
about its underbelly.

Oh, you think I knew about that
and would set you up?

I never know
how far you Jorgensons will go.

Dad.

Well, there it is, then.

I've had enough of this
dragon and this place.

We leave at first light.

Contrary to other thinking,
our lives are not worth an empty building.

Go, then. The two of you. We are staying.

What? Dad?

Jorgensons don't go
where they're not trusted or wanted.

We'll stay here, protect what's ours.

Fine, if that's the way you want it.

It's the way it has to be.

Hey, Dad?
Do you think we should reconsider?

Nonsense. Tired of his pigheadedness.
Gets us nowhere, and puts us in danger.

Snotlout, Spitelout, this is ridiculous.

Right.

It's him, right?

Taking unnecessary chances
time and time again.

Well, that does have
a familiar ring to it.

Well, maybe this will teach him a lesson.
He has to learn, you know?

Act like a child all you want.
But you're a grown man.

And grown men must deal with
real consequences of their actions.

What is it, son? Speak your mind.

Look, Snotlout is pretty much
the same way as Spitelout.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

And it certainly seems
that he's constantly doing

the opposite of what I want him to do.

Disobeying every single order.

Trying to "one up" and show off.

Couldn't have put it better myself.

The thing is, in this particular case,
who are they trying to show off to?

Well, what I'm trying to say is,

what if all their craziness
and disobedience

had nothing to do with them
and everything to do with us?

Just... Just think about it.

Snotlout's incident with the forge,

that could be directly tied to his desire
to prove himself to me

in his own little twisted way.
And Spitelout--

What? Put us all at risk
over something so inane

as a storehouse that could have been built
anywhere at any time?

No, Dad, don't you get it?

Spitelout built the storehouse
to prove himself to you.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Uh... Gotcha!

Now don't move! Stupid yak.

Where did you go?

Wait for it! Wait for it...

Now!

Yeah! That's it, Dad!
We got him on the run...

Watch out, there's two of 'em!

I can see that. Keep firing!

We're losing ground.

Is that... Dad, look! Behind you!

What? You wanna save what's yours or not?

Where did the second one come from?

I don't know.
Maybe it was drawn to the fires?

Yes! That's it, Snotlout.

It wasn't marking its territory
with the fires.

It was calling for back-up!

Well, the four of us
can take down two Singetails.

What about three?

Or four?

-Dad!
-No! We stay! We hold! We fight!

There are too many of them, Stoick.

We can do this, Spitelout!

No, we can't.

And we won't.

It's okay, Chief.

We will find another island.

And we'll build another storehouse.

Together.

Skullcrusher!

Oh, thank Thor!
Now, let's blow this yaksicle stand!

Right behind you!

What? I had to go back for Yakkity.

Yakkity yak.

Hey! What did we say about talking back?

Wait!

What is it, Dad?

Can't rebuild a storehouse
without the "S", right?

Even though
it stands for "Spitelout."