All language subtitles for Dragons Race to the Edge - S03E07 (2015) WEB.eng

This changes everything.

- Yeah, yeah. Yes!
- Yeah!

Come on, guys.

Are you telling me three
Dragon Riders on two huge dragons

can't catch one little Terrible Terror?

Hey! Did you happen to notice
how smart this thing is?

It's way smarter than Tuffnut.

-Yeah! Way smarter.
-Yeah.

There! There!
It's headed for Fishlegs' hut.

Nice to see those three
training on their own.

Not really like them, though, is it?

Come on.

Come on, little guy!

Not so fast, secret squirrel.

Yeah!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey!
What is going on with you three?

And why are you all on top of Fishlegs?

It's okay. Really.

Ha! The Fishmeister has been getting
quite the bevy of Terror mails, lately.

And since we haven't been sending them...

That begs the question,

who is our sly little friend, here,

communicating with on the... sly?

And because he won't give up a name...

We decided to take matters
into our own hands.

Okay, fine. If you must know--

Oh, we must! We must!

Yes, yes. We must!

Guys, Fishlegs doesn't have to tell you
unless he wants to.

It's his personal, private business.

Well said, Hiccup.

I've been corresponding
with a certain someone

who has been returning my Terror mails
in kind. You happy?

Are you saying what I think you're saying?

Fishy's got a girlfriend.

Fishy's got a girlfriend.

Yeah! It's fun
to make fun of people! Yeah!

Who is she, Fishlegs?

Who said it's a she?

Uh, Fishlegs? Now, I have to admit,
I am curious.

Okay, okay. It's Heather.

So, wait, you're telling me
that my future wife,

the future Mrs. Lout,

who just disappeared
after the whole Viggo fiasco,

you knew where to find her
and you told exactly no one?

Yep, pretty much.

Look, guys, Heather is out on her own.
She never stays in one place.

We knew we'd hear from her eventually.

Yeah, but she and I have that connection.
She should have written to me.

Fishlegs, how many of these
correspondences are we talking about?

Whoa. Cool.

Amazing.

Fine. Go ahead. Read 'em all.

Uh, wow.

Those are some depressing Terror mails.

I may need a mace to the head
just to cheer me up.

On it!

Metaphorically speaking!

These letters don't sound like her.
She seems worried and confused.

Think about everything she's been through.

The only family she ever knew, gone.

Then being out there, alone, by herself.

And lest we not forget, or forget...

finding out her brother

is one Dagur the Deranged.

Yeah. I can't say I'd feel any
different in her shoes.

Shoe. Because you...

Never mind.

Hey, Heather's risked her life
to fight with us.

She's helped us save countless dragons.

She's the closest thing
to actually being one of us.

It just seems like we should
do something to help.

Well, hey, what about
making her one of us?

Ask her to be a Dragon Rider.

Oh, Hiccup, I think asking Heather
to join the Riders would be amazing.

Besides, the Nadder migration
will be coming through here again

and Windshear could be a huge help.

Well, I think it's a terrible idea.

An awful, dreadful, unfathomable idea.

Very funny. We're trying
to have a serious conversation here.

So am I. Look,
you don't just get to be a Dragon Rider.

I'm surprised you didn't know that.

We've spent the last five years fighting
the nastiest, smelliest,

most disgusting and often insane dragons
out there.

How many times
have we almost gotten killed doing it?

There was the Screaming Death,
the Whispering Death,

the Red Death, all the other Deaths.
And then there was--

We get it, Ruff.

So why does she get to waltz in here,
all of a sudden, like she's one of us?

Doesn't seem fair to me.

And besides, who said
she'd even want to be a Dragon Rider?

You know, it's not for everyone.

I, myself, have had moments of doubt.

Hm. You know, Tuff's right.
About all of it.

What?

Well, let's invite her to the Edge.
Just for a couple of days.

To hang out, see how she's doing.

Maybe she helps us redirect those Nadders.

But nothing permanent happens
without us all agreeing.

Sound good?

She's here! Ho, ho!
I saw her from my rock garden!

Heather is here!

Sorry, Snotlout.

Looks like the future Mrs. Lout

might end up being the future Mrs. Legs.

She's here! Woohoo!

Please! Fish-face?

So you're saying she would choose
bookworm, Gronckle-riding dragon geek

over a real Viking?

Why would you even think that?

She told me, last time she was here.

Mentioned Fishlegs by name.

Shut up, Astrid.

Hi, you.

We thought you could use
a couple of days to rest up.

Thanks, Hiccup. I really appreciate this.

Fishlegs!

Thank you so much for the letters.

Hey! We should sing

the Dragon's Edge welcome song.

Tuff, we don't have
a Dragon's Edge welcome song.

Sure we do. It's very catchy.

I can perform it in several keys

and there's sort of a dance
that I do along with it.

Yeah. I think Heather would rather
set her gear down and get settled.

Astrid!

I'd love to hear your song later, Tuff.

Good. Oh, Heather, you're gonna love it.

And now I have time to warm up.

Good idea.

Ruffnut smells.

You know, you could've come back with us
in the first place.

You just disappeared.
We didn't know what happened to you.

And I feel terrible about that.

But I knew that you guys would just try
to get me to stay.

Sometimes you need to be by yourself
to figure things out.

Your letters to Fishlegs seemed like
you were struggling with a lot.

You read those?

We were all worried about you.
We wanted to know what was going on.

It was weird.

All that time with Dagur,
we were playing a part.

I didn't have a minute to think
about the fact that he is my brother.

Maybe you shouldn't think about it then.

I have to, Astrid.

What if I have that Berserker insanity
inside me?

What if, deep down, I'm just like him?

Heather, you are nothing like Dagur.

If you were, we would have dropped
you in a volcano a long time ago.

So, let's talk about
something less depressing.

How about Hiccup?

-What about him?
-Astrid,

life is too short.

You need to express your feelings.
Stop wasting time.

You two are perfect.

And I could say the same to you

about a certain pen pal.

You two have practically worn out
our flock of Terrible Terrors.

No idea what you're talking about.

Oh, my Thor, what is that smell?

Dinner. I was hungry.

I figured you guys were, too.

- Oh, yes!
- Cool!

Uh... This isn't chicken, right?

'Cause I don't do chicken.
Everybody knows that.

Those are yak chops.

The other, other white meat.

Great. I'd never do chick--

I don't eat--

I'm in. Who's hogging the gravy?

Uh, gang, sorry to tell you,
but we've got more Nadders incoming.

Oh, come on. Now?

Nadders?

The yearly Nadder migration takes them

through the worst
of Dragon Hunter territory.

We've been herding them away
and diverting them to a different route.

It takes them longer
to get to their migratory home,

but at least they actually arrive safely.

Heather, you and Windshear
could come with us.

We can sure use the help.

Windshear is still tired
from the long trip.

We'll only slow you guys down.

Maybe Meatlug and I should stay behind
and keep Heather company.

Hey, I can keep Heather company.

Everyone says
that I'm a great company-keeper.

Who has ever said that?

You don't know everybody. Shut up, Astrid.

So...

how about a tour of the Edge?

I was a guide back on Berk, you know.

Wow, that's impressive. Lead the way.

And lead the way, I shall.

This is our zip-line system.

It makes it very convenient
to get from the top of the Edge down here.

Should we try it out?

Uh... Hanging from a rope
while hurtling through the air

in the dark is not really my thing.

Besides, lots to see
and not a lot of time to see it.

Whatever you think. I'm all yours.

Okay, so this is the place I picked out
to build your hut.

I'm not sure if you know this,
but Astrid can get a little bossy.

You'll probably want your own place.

I'm not sure we want to build
anything permanent quite yet.

But, if I end up staying,
you picked out a nice place for me.

Windshear.

That's Windshear!

No! Meatlug!

No! Windshear, no!

Whoa. What happened here?

Why are these two fighting?

I don't understand.

Meatlug loves all dragons.
She gets that from me.

Meatlug, no!

Wow. Never thought
I'd see our sweet little Meatlug

turn into the green monster.

What does that even mean?

Uh, she's jealous.

Is that not obvious to everybody else?
Green with envy? Huh?

Oh, please. That's ridiculous.

Why would she be jealous?
It's not like you two are--

Did you see Meatlug's face
when we were reading those Terror mails?

That, my friend,
was the face of a woman scorned.

Maybe it's Windshear.

I knew this wasn't such a good idea.

Uh... What wasn't a good idea?

Meatlug just went after Windshear.

And it was awesome. I mean...

But, is Meatlug okay? Can she fly?

Yeah, she's fine. Why?

Let me guess. More Nadders?

Heather, we could really use you.
This is a big flock that's coming in.

I don't think that Windshear can--

Windshear will be fine.
We'll keep an eye on her.

Okay, guys,

tight formation.

Let me take the lead on this.

They're more likely to follow
one of their own.

Good call, Astrid.

Let's take up our flanking positions

and make sure there are no stragglers
that break the herd.

Comin' in hot!
Blowin' out snot!

Easy, girl. You're fine.

Guys! Small pack breaking off.
Get them back!

-Heather!
-Something's wrong with her.

I'm so sorry, Tuff. I don't know what's--

I guess that throws your green monster
theory out the window.

Hiccup, we're not doing you guys any good.

Heather, it's fine. Sometimes
the dragons just get a little skittish.

No, I've seen her skittish.
That's not what this is.

I'll see you guys back at the Edge.

I have to figure out
what's wrong with my dragon.

Okay, guys, Nadders first,
then we deal with Windshear.

Ruff, Tuff!

Please say "Wall of Fire."
Please say "Wall of Fire."

Wall of Fire!

Yeah!

Good job, gang.

Now let's get them back on course
where they'll be safe.

So, uh, how's she doing?

Better.

She seems better.

I just wish I knew what happened.

Look, we've flown hundreds of missions.

This was Windshear's first one.

You should've seen Snotlout
when we first started.

He couldn't fly ten feet
without somehow setting himself on fire.

Did I hear my name? Were you guys talking
about me? I know you were.

I'm gonna be in my hut.
It's got a great view. Come check it out.

Hookfang!

We just need to get Windshear
some training.

Start with simple
flying drills, formations.

Get her used to what it's like to work
with other dragons.

I don't know.

I think I just need to keep her away
from other dragons while we're here.

Well, now, that's gonna be kind of tough
if you become a Dragon Rider.

What? Why would I become--

Heather, that's part of why
we asked you here.

Just let me work with you guys.

You see? Nothing to it.

Let's try a good old-fashioned
Wingman formation.

Toothless and I are gonna slow down
and play the part of Windshear's wingman.

We're here for cover,
if anything comes up beside or behind you.

Hey!

Not bad at all.

All right, your turn.
You and Windshear take our wing.

Pull back harder.

I am. Believe me.

Toothless, no!

Hiccup!

Windshear, down.

Toothless! Where's Toothless?

I have to get to him.

Uh, Hiccup, where are you... going?

Come on, bud. You gotta help me out here.

Be the bigger dragon.

Okay, so that didn't go quite as planned,
but I promise that tomorrow--

There's not gonna be a tomorrow.

-Oh. Heather--
-Clearly, this was a mistake.

We just don't fit in here.

What are you talking about?
You fit in great.

Besides, do you really
want to do that to Fishlegs?

No, of course not.

But it's obvious that Windshear can't work
with the other dragons

and someone is gonna get hurt.

I knew this wouldn't work.

It's just better if we go.

Hey, Heather.

Oh. Are you okay?

Fine.
Just gonna take a knee for a second.

Okay. Just breathe.

I'm fine. You can't leave.

Fishlegs, I wish I had a choice.

But you do have a choice.

You can choose not to go.

See how easy that was?

Windshear doesn't belong
with other dragons.

And no matter how much I love
being on Dragon's Edge,

I'm not gonna choose all of you over her.

But you haven't even given it a chance.

Hiccup is the best dragon trainer
there is.

I've seen him do things
I never thought were possible.

You have to give him a chance.

I mean, when Snotlout first started out,
you should've seen him.

He was on fire. And not in a good way.

Did I hear my name? Were you guys talking
about me? I know you were.

I'll be in my hut if you need me.

It's got a great view. Come check it out.

Whoa! Hookfang!

I appreciate everything you've done
for me. Really, I do.

I just can't take the risk.

Okay. I wasn't gonna say this,
but here it goes.

I don't want to go back to being
long-distance Terror mail pals.

I want you here.

And I feel the same way.

Believe me.

But Windshear has spent her whole life
with me. Protecting me,

and watching over me.

That's all she knows how to do.

I'm sorry, Fishlegs.

You're right. She has.

Windshear was just trying to protect you.

That makes perfect sense.

I know. I wish it were different.

Maybe it doesn't have to be.

Okay, girl. Let's get to work.

Fishlegs, where--

I have an idea.

I'll never ask you again, but please,
just this once, trust me, Heather.

On it.

Hey, where's Fishlegs?

Isn't this the second time this week

he's missed
all the super-fun Nadder herding?

He's saying goodbye to Heather.

This is way harder on him
than it is on the rest of us.

So cut him some slack.

I'm just saying we could use the help.

Yeah. Especially with that dragon ship
coming towards us.

Great.

They must have figured out
what we're doing with the Nadders

and decided to head us off.

It's only one ship.
We'll take care of them, no problem.

Uh, I hate to keep bringing down the room,
or the, you know, outside,

but that isn't exactly the case.

Okay. Guys, let's get above the clouds.
We need to regroup.

Hookfang!

Come on, Hookie. It's just a little rope.

That's not just a rope.

Looks like it's made of
reinforced steel or iron.

That's what I said!

Come on, Hookie. It's just a little rope

made out of
some kind of reinforced steel or iron.

Wait, is that--

Fishlegs riding--

Windshear! What are they doing?

Doesn't matter. Right now I'm just
thankful they decided to show up.

Heather, go in closer. I'll stay right
behind you on Windshear.

-But what if--
-She'll be fine.

As long as she's near you,
she'll protect you, just like you said.

It doesn't matter what dragon you're on.

Ha, ha! Well done, Fishlegs!

Switching dragons was the trick.

Now even if there are
other dragons around,

Windshear's gonna do what comes naturally.

- Protect Heather.
- Exactly.

That's my girl, Windshear.

Okay, let's rescue Snotlout.

You'll get used to this, Heather.

Yes!

Guys, look out!

Yeah, baby!

Dragon Riders, let's clean this mess up,
once and for all.

Look out!

Okay, I have to know.
Is this a goodbye dinner

or a welcome-to-the-team dinner?

Either way, I cannot go back
to eating regular food after...

these delicious chops.

It's not a goodbye dinner, Fishlegs.

I'm staying.

I thank you. And my palate
thanks you as well.

You know,
Fishlegs really deserves all the credit.

Stop, you. You're embarrassing me.

Yeah. Stop. Fishlegs?

What in the name of Thor

could he have possibly done
that I couldn't do?

If Fishlegs hadn't figured out how
to integrate Windshear into our pack--

Yeah, we'd be back
to eating Ruffnut's cooking.

I'll take that.

Blah, blah, blah. Whatever.

More yak chops, Snotlout?

Yes, please!

And can I get some more of those
green thingies? They're amazing.

Beans, Snotlout. They're called beans.

Beans.

I didn't send it.

What is it? Are you okay?

It's from Dagur. He's been looking
everywhere for his sister.

And he wants our help in finding her.

Well, that shouldn't take long.

She's right there.

I knew he would come looking for me.

Well, maybe that's not such a bad thing.

Or maybe it is.

Look, Heather, you're one of us now.

A Dragon Rider.

If you're not ready to be found,
we'll make sure you won't be.