All language subtitles for the last Dragonslayer

after the name of his royal
wondrousness, King Stud.

All right, go.

Now you're Jennifer.

Don't wish us as a baby.

Give me a break and we'll eat that then.

Alright, Tiger.

I wish that none of us is sent to the
Troll Wars.

I wish for that as well, obviously.

Then you should behave yourself.

Next time someone picks you, don't steal
their cake.

You don't think they'll come after me?

Happy festivus, Mr. Britton. I bring a
gift for the orphans from his royal

wondrousness, King Snod.

How kind.

The children will write and thank him.
Well, good night, then.

Our business is not concluded.

Rejected orphans belong to the king.

Now listen up, all you horrible,
parentless, unloved and rejected little

One of you ate cakes that did not belong
to you. That child now belongs to the

king.

Which one of you was it?

Undisciplined. You'll learn discipline
on the battlefront fighting trolls.

Was it you?

What's your name?

Jordan.

Gordon, which child ate cake, Gordon? I
want an answer. I'll take every child in

here. Five, four, three.

Was it you, boy?

Say it.

Say it!

It was me.

No.

Let it go.

Come to Mr. Brittles.

Yeah, I can see it in you.

Something that hasn't been broken in.

But it'll fix that! No! No, no! Keep
lying!

Wait till you get to the trial walls.

Minus 50 degrees in summer.

Your tears freeze on your cheekbones.

Good evening.

I've come to select an orphan for, uh,
indentured servitude.

Who's the old hag?

Well, as it happens, I'm rather keen on
the girl that you're about to put in

that cage.

Too bad. She belongs to the king.

She looks cold.

You ought to provide her with a coat.

Lock her in. Let's get going.

To cage a 12 -year -old girl, it's
unpleasant.

But to deny her a coat, downright cruel.

Oh, I'll take that as a compliment.

Jennifer deserves better, don't you
think?

Remind me, Miss Strange, what was it
that your friend made his snow wish for?

He wished for a bear.

A bear?

Polar or grizzly?

Brown bear or black? Magic requires
precision.

Final thing, Mr. Britain.

I've made you into a bear.

Sorry.

Now, I will make you into a gentleman.

Off with the lady, okay?

I am the Great Zambini, and you, Miss
Strange, will be my new assistant.

Where are we going?

You'll see.

You'll see.

These magical barrier stones prevent
humans from entering the Dragon Land.

Dragons.

Look.

They are the soul of magic, Jennifer.

But they're dying out.

This is my life's work.

Must do something to help them.

Will you assist me in my endeavors, Miss
Strange?

Oh, good.

Good.

And more of those, thank you.

Welcome to Kadam.

An employment agency for sorcerers.

The last of its kind in the kingdom of
Harrowfield.

I employ two full -time practitioners,
the wizard Mubin and the venerable Lady

Morgan. They're both rather odd, but
then they're wizards. Well, it's to be

expected.

Welcome aboard, Jennifer.

House, Mubin, not a ship.

Come on, let's get some tea.

Zambini Towers has been their home and
mine for many years.

And now, Jennifer.

It will be your home as well.

Wizardical power is limited, you see. We
can only use what's available.

So we measure it using this.

But magic is waning and work is drying
up. These days, drain cleaner is cheaper

than a spell.

Electricity is all the rage, and even
magic carpets have been reduced to

delivering pizzas.

Powerful wizards who could once control
the weather.

Now scratch a living doing home
improvements, plumbing and rewiring,

gutter cleaning and party tricks.

Yet, the magic of the Dragonlands
Boundary Stone is as strong as ever.

And a good thing too, as land is
valuable and the kingdom is greedy.

As our indentured orphan, you are to be
entrusted with a small creature of your

own. The Quark Beast.

Fiercely loyal and, well, just fierce.

If

you

work diligently, study hard, and
tolerate an employer who's obsessed by

we hope your time at Kazam will be happy
and lasting.

Don't get any closer.

7 .3. 7 .3.

That's low.

There's been no sign of Finklehorn since
last winter.

If he's died, that only leaves
Malkathion.

He's very old.

I wonder if the dragons dying out is
causing the decline of magic.

What?

You've become rather clever.

I have some business to attend to in
town.

Can I come with you?

Not on this occasion.

See you at home then.

I'm roasting mutton for dinner.

In that case I shall return with an
appetite.

Look for anything that might explain
where he's gone.

Look, look! His favourite shoes are
missing.

I think those were on his feet.

you could do some kind of finding charm.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

I've never known magic so appallingly
weak.

Anything? Any news at all?

Nothing about Zambini.

We've been off on an electrical rewiring
job.

I

think

she's having doubt.

Afternoon.

I'm Jennifer Strange.

My husband thinks we should get a normal
electrician, but my dad always swore by

magical rewiring, so I don't know.

Madam, with due respect, an electrician
will carve holes in your walls, dig up

your carpets and pick up enough dust to
choke your petunias.

Magical rewiring is cost -effective,
traditional, clean, and it's all done in

hour. They seem quite odd.

They're wizards.

If they seem normal, you'd be asking for
your money back.

All right.

All right, then.

It's very important that they not be
disturbed.

We've been concentrated.

Jennifer, I saw the last dragon.

It's going to be killed on Sunday.

Breakfast waking me? If I've told you
once, I've told you a thousand times.

are you never to do? Knock on your
bedchamber. Knock on my bedchamber.

Wake up.

Lock him in.

Fire, please.

I had a vision.

Of your own death.

How dare you wake me?

No, no, no.

A vision of the dragon's death.

What did you say?

Bolcassian, the last dragon, will
violate the dragon pact.

The official dragon slayer will slay
Bolcassian using the sword Exorbitus at

noon on Sunday. And then the dragon land
can be claimed.

Yes.

And I might double the size of my own
kingdom.

Yes. Might Sire release me now? And the
dragon lands will be up for grabs.

Yes. Send for the official dragon
slayer.

I am so pleased to have pleased you. You
have pleased me. You have pleased me

greatly. So, I shall limit myself to
jack the one coconut.

Now, normally my visions are about
football score predictions.

Oh, the death of a dragon.

A moth dragon.

I mean, he would be devastated.

I wouldn't worry too much, Jennifer. I
could be wrong.

I usually am. Oh, honestly, Melbourne,
who has a prophetic vision in the middle

of a job?

How special is this?

He didn't have time to write anything.

The spell that bound him, you could see
it drain him.

Every second he fought it. What was he
trying to tell us? I just feel so

helpless.

It's the death of the dragon, isn't it?

Zambini and I talked about it.

It might take magic with them when they
go.

Where are you going? If magic dies with
the dragon, we'll never get Zambini

back. Yes, but what can you do?

You're a non -magical indentured orphan
whose only talent is for tea and toast.

I'm going to stop the Dragonslayer.

We're reporting live from the historic
and almost forgotten Dragon Slayer

Headquarters, where Ser Grifflon, the
King's top knight and pop star, has

arrived to summon the Kingdom's official
Dragon Slayer. This just hours after a

state of synchronized visions affected
every seer in Hereford. We're telling

that the last dragon would be killed at
the hands of the Dragon Slayer.

I'm sorry to be with them.

The fair is nowhere to be found.

We've locked in everything.

Do you want to be the one who informed
King Fnod?

We'll keep looking in there.

I'll deal with it. No, no, no.

We've got to give something back.

You there!

Jennifer Strange.

My new film is out in October.

Tell her we're all little friends, will
you?

I don't have any friends.

Yeah, well, just spread the word then.

I'm looking for the Dragonslayer.

Oh.

Guilty as charged.

My formal title is His Majesty's
Official Dragonslayer, Overseer of the

Pact, but you can call me Brian.

Has no one found you back here?

Oh, a very basic distraction charm,
nothing special.

Only took me, ooh, 50 years to master.

I'm older than I look.

There. You will be aware of the vision
that many wizards received.

I've had the slaying this Sunday a very
exciting prophecy.

Please don't do it.

I mean, I'm begging you not to slay the
dragon.

If the dragon dies and magic ends...
Well, that is a big if.

I can't let you do it.

I like your spirit.

Let me show you around.

Come on, this way.

Now then, here you go.

Oh, mine out.

Copper spikes.

Dragons don't like it.

Magical sick cog engine.

Yeah, apart from that, it's in mint
condition.

After all, it's never been used.

And this is the sword of the Sorbitus.

Touch or anything, even magic.

Yeah, the last fella we visited, he was
very interested in this.

Had a sort of wizardish family name.

What was the name?

Oh, the great Zambini.

Yeah, came six, seven years ago. Wanted
to know all about the dragon slayer

lineage. What else does that mean, you
sailor?

All questions will be answered in this
short induction film I made when I first

got the job. With all due respect, I'm
only here to stop you. Take a seat.

Oh, I think he likes you.

Film time.

Dragons.

They hate the sheep.

stole treasure from our kings, and even
ate people.

People didn't enjoy that much.

Knights tried their best to slay them,
but the more dragons they killed, the

more the dragons thrived.

Enter Shandar, the greatest wizard who
ever lived.

He met with the king and promised to
solve the dragon problem for 18 wagons

gold.

Shandar met with the dragons and
discovered that they wanted a kingdom

their own, and so the dragons and
Shandar pulled their magic.

and forged the dragon pact.

Barrier stones were created to prevent
humans from entering the dragon's land.

The dragons would remain free to fly
beyond the boundary, but if a dragon

violates the pact by harming a human or
human property, then the official dragon

slayer is called to action.

As the only two humans permitted to
cross into the dragon lands, the dragon

slayer and their assistant must seek out
the offending dragon and slay it!

I just want to add, it took me nearly
three years to make this film, so feel

free to clap.

Yep.

It's sort of ironic, seeing how you feel
about dragons.

Given you'll be the first of us to
actually slay one.

I'm sorry?

Look at the base of the blade. What do
you see written there?

That is every slayer since the role was
first created.

And what's that one down there at the
bottom?

Your name's been on this sword for the
last 300 years.

This is a mistake.

Only the slave and their assistant can
wield exorbitus.

If this was a mistake, you'd be burnt to
ashes by now.

This can't be right.

Zambini would have... said something.

I couldn't stick around, Jennifer, but
after you take exorbitus, I'll seriously

start to feel my age. I was 153 at my
last birthday.

Oh, and sorry for collapsing into a pile
of dust and bones. There's a dustpan

and brush in the utility room, so that's
the sort of thing your official

assistant could do. We should get one of
those.

Good luck, girly.

You'll do the right thing when the time
comes.

I'm not playing the dragon.

Low again. You, you are going to love
King Snod. Super, super good at ruling.

He just wants to go to the chinwag. You
up for it? If I'm not... You're up for

it. Great decision.

Breathing deeply in your great goodness.
Sire.

Your own worthiness.

Sire. Sire.

Jennifer Strange.

Drop some baggage. Drop some baggage.

Ah.

Jennifer Strange.

Thank you for accepting my invitation.

They stuffed me in a sack.

A forced invitation is still an
invitation.

And today is a very special day for me,
for I'm meeting my official royal dragon

slayer. Yes.

May I just say how much I really dig the
way everyone is connecting in here. It

feels lifelong, you know, tight buds
going on there.

Yes.

Jennifer, as your king and ruler, I have
one request concerning your slaying of

the world's last dragon.

Killing the dragon might end magic.

Magic?

Well, magic's fading. No one much misses
that. And marketing, that's the new

magic. Imagine two cans of identical
fizzy pop.

One sells millions, the other one flops.
And now that's all down to marketing.

And land, well, that's magic too. And I
intend to turn the dragon land...

Into shopping precincts and fortresses.
You don't need a wizard for that.

Ha! Wizard.

The pact says if the border stones fall,
the Dragonlands can be claimed by

anyone. Yeah. Well, I've got land tanks,
which pretty much gives me the edge

over my loyal subjects.

Now you are to hire Sir Griffalon as
your official assistant.

What? Really?

Me? That, gosh, that is a... That is a
surprise, but yeah.

Great.

How about it, princess?

No, thanks.

There will be no slaying, your highest
highness.

You dare to defy your king?

Seize her!

Feed her to the trolls! Get her out of
here!

You'd better like a taste of coconut.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Please, a tiny, urgent word.

She is the dragon slayer. Without a
slave, the slaves, who knows when a

might die?

Decades? Longer? All right. Whoa, I was
just testing you.

Release her, you idiots.

Bring her back.

You just love him, Jennifer.

A king -sized sense of humor.

Jennifer, I'd like to offer you a deal.

10 ,000 gold pieces, your freedom from
servitude, by order of the king, I could

get you a new... I am...

A date with Sir Griffalong? Ah, yes, a
date with Sir Griffalong.

Yes, sir.

Love is in the air.

All this for agreeing for Sir Griffalong
to be your assistant?

I mean, this is the easiest decision
you'll ever make?

Take a day or two to think it over, yes?
Thinking rots.

Don't mind him. He's a bit of a hothead,
but he'll teach you as he calms down.

Come on.

girlfriends.

Listen upon you, Jennifer, darling, but
I'm in the grip of a rather tempting

situation.

Do you remember Tiger Prawn? Hello,
Tiger.

You haven't changed.

Hello, Jennifer.

Nice to see you again.

You too, Tiger.

He's been sent back.

Again? Again.

Third time, actually.

And if I can't get him placed somewhere
by nightfall, the king's men will take

him. But the good news is, I have found
somewhere that will have him. A

television station, no less.

Alfred knew Canaraville at the girl who
slayed the dragon at the teenage

indenture hall, known by the name of
Jennifer Strange.

Come back soon for our exclusive
interview.

An exclusive television interview with
Edward.

For taking him, yes.

Despite him being very, very irritating.

I really don't want to lose this one to
the troll wars.

We both know you'll help him, Jennifer.

You're too kind for your own good.

Camping on the border. Everyone wants to
be in pole position to claim some land.

What's the nasty thing said? That thing
is called not Cassius. Yeah, that's

quite hard. Right, sit there. Oh.

Okay, well, we're on in five, four,
three... Wait, I don't even know what

supposed to be... Hermione Twizzle here
on the border of the Dragon Land.

What a super special, super exclusive
little chat with the girl who's going to

kill a dragon on Sunday.

It's Jennifer Strange, everybody.

Okay, first question.

And it's a big one.

What are you going to wear to kill the
dragon?

Is it like a really nasty, bulky armor
thing? Or can you twin your weapons with

something cute like a mini skirt?

could really help your sword pop.

Look, I want to make this clear.

I'm not going to kill the dragon.

Not unless it violates the pact, which
looks very unlikely.

But Sunday is sleigh day.

We've all made costumes.

Everyone should just go home and stop
hoping for the death of the dragon.

What is it?

It's a note that Zambini wrote.

Or rather, tried to write.

My darling Jennifer.

He didn't get very far, did he? Turn it
over.

It's a receipt.

And the date is the date he disappeared.

And quite possibly, it's from the last
place he visited.

A seeing spell, perhaps?

If we can manage it.

We have to find him, Mubin. I don't
think the girl can cope without him.

You're not worried about her, are you,
Tilly?

Of course not.

I'm a bit worried about her.

Being the dragon slayer is a lot of
pressure land. She's got the whole of

kingdom bullying her into doing the
deed.

Yes. And she's not even grown up.

But you're not worried about her?

No.

Now, would you kindly collect all the
apparatus we need and stop being such an

appalling ass?

Dragon Slayer seeks an audience with the
last dragon.

I should tell you, I'm not here to play
you today.

It's not Sunday yet, is it?

Did you get the vision too?

Dragons have a talent for visions.

Now, tell me, what brings you here so
prematurely?

My employer.

The great Dambini has been magically
trapped.

But I thought, with you being the soul
of magic... Please.

I'll give you anything you want if
you'll help me.

He was like a father to me.

I'd sooner roast than stop trying.

Bold.

Perhaps ours will be a glorious battle
after all.

There will be... No battle.

Now, will you help me?

That kind of magic would tax even the
most powerful young dragons.

My time is nearly over. I'm old and my
magic is weak. I cannot help.

You will face me on Sunday.

No. I would never end magic.

If you fail to face me, Dragon Slayer,
then magic will destroy the kingdom.

Everyone you love will perish.

That is the truth.

What have you sent us? I thought we
might need an orphan to tend the house

I'm the dragon's bear.

I'm moving.

Moving? This boy has told him to get tea
and gin and biscuits.

And that's what she got?

All mixed up together in a teacup. The
last of the biscuits.

Nearly the end of the gin. I tried it.
Now I'm all spinny.

Tiger, you shouldn't be drinking gin.

It might be the biscuits.

Now.

This creature is a crisis in human form.
I don't care if you are the dragon

slayer. I want a better service than
this. Otherwise, I'm sending both of you

back to the orphanage.

But there is also a nail file and a
mascara.

Magic is being very strange. Oh, Tiger
Paul, too bad.

See if you can find a pillow for him.

He's going to have a cracking head in
the morning.

And he'll deserve it.

It's been a very, very long day.

I spent a serious amount of my boyhood
trying to turn this into a self

-replenishing biscuit tin.

And now, with magic on the rise again, I
thought, why not dust off the dream?

Rather foolish of me, I know.

Is there something on your mind, Miss
Dragonslayer?

How much of Hereford do you think it'd
be okay to destroy in order to save one

person?

Oh, that's a wonderful question.

It's one I've asked myself many, many
times.

I think I could allow someone to
destroy, say, a fifth of my kingdom for

they really loved.

But not the whole thing.

Well, then I'd be pushing it a little
bit, wouldn't I?

It's nearly midnight.

If we're going to do a seeing spell, we
ought to go.

What? The things Dan really dropped was
a receipt.

We think we know where he was the day
that he disappeared.

You sure this is the right place?

This is the stuff co -branch that was on
the receipt.

But it's closed.

Oh! Oh, I can see that with my own eyes.
Bloody stupid observation.

Anyway, that's what a seeing spell is
for.

Provided you're standing in the right
acre, the spell can show you events from

the past.

Sirius in the ascendancy, Tilly.

Focus moving.

Zambini's final movement.

Before he disappeared.

Oh, there.

Oh, my. Stand down. That was quick.

It's not him, Jennifer.

It's just a vision of what once was.

Did the spell break?

No, it did not. So where did he go?

He disappeared.

I'm right on this spot.

He tried to run.

Trapped by persons of vast magical
power.

In a bloody supermarket of all places.

Jennifer. Go back to sleep.

I need my luggage.

My first night here I couldn't sleep
either.

Because I was used to you and the others
all snoring next to me and it was too

quiet here.

But I didn't want to complain, so I just
lay here awake.

And in the morning, he saw I was tired,
and I think he figured out why, because

he said, Jennifer, if you ought to live
with three old farts, you ought to have

something younger to bother around.

And then one day, by the borderstones,
he gave me the quark beast, and he let

him sleep in my room, even though Lady
Morgan called it a travesty of hygiene.

I think I'd always wondered what it was
like to have a mum or a dad.

Bee don't like to think about that.

But then, it was in that first week, I
was in the garden with my new quark

beast, trying to make him sit, with
Zambini standing there, laughing at me.

And I suddenly realised, oh.

So this is what it's like.

It's exactly this.

And I burst into tears and he came over
and he picked me up and he hugged me.

And I just knew that one day when I'd be
grown up and free to leave, I wouldn't

want to leave him.

Not ever.

Do you understand?

Just like I love my polar bear.

Something like that.

And I'll go back to sleep.

Night candle.

Can I ask you?

Did you only bring me home because my
name was on that door?

Yes? You did a rewiring job for my
client.

She's suing you for 500 gold pieces.

Suing us?

Send the money to the address in that
envelope.

We already have nothing. Now we'll have
even less. Oh, sorry, if I may. Are you

not together?

Oh, no, no, no, no, far from it.

I'm your new assistant, Miss Strange.

Do I know you?

Yeah, um, we... We were orphans
together.

Gordon? Um, g -g -g -Gordon?

I was a bit older, a bit shy.

Um, I took the liberty of visiting the
site of the accident, and I have

questions. Your client had a duty of
care to these wizards. Did she take

precautions to shield them from
distractions?

My client's home was destroyed.

Well, I assume the answer is no. Are you
18, Miss Strange?

No. If you, Miss Strange, is therefore
not old enough to legally sign a

invalidating any contract your client
believes she has with this agency,

consequently, I'd like the 1743 Act of
Magical Licensing indemnifying wizards

against casual magical damage.

Finally... There.

I'll give your client one day to
withdraw, suit, apologise, indemnify and

recount, or I'll sue you.

I'm your new official assistant.

Welcome aboard, Gordon.

Touche. Well, I'll be at the Dragon
Station just catching up on the

Ciao. I can't pay you.

Oh, I'll just take a cut of the
merchandising.

Oh, no.

What in the name of Shandar is
merchandising?

I just racked my fingers that this lot
happened.

Move it.

I do not wish to go to that grave
decapitated by a ginger nut.

I can't stop it.

The magic's out of control.

Maybe if the magic ends, it goes out of
the bag. So why aren't we all drinking

tea? Fuck on this thing.

Can the death of the dragon make magic
unstable?

Sam Beanyard now, wouldn't he?

He would.

We need his notebooks.

We need to open his study.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

Nothing will open that door.

We've tried magic.

And pliers.

I recently inherited a sword that's
extremely good at cutting things.

Well, no one's done the accounting about
300 years. I'm having a great time.

Well, thank you, Gordon.

There you are.

Let's see how this handles a lot.

Yeah.

We weren't properly introduced.

I'm Jennifer Strange.

And this is Gordon.

The wizard Blacklock.

I've been chased by a mob, threatened
with royal execution, and now shot at

magical arrows.

I'm not exaggerating when I say it's
been a difficult few days, but give me a

compelling reason not to chop your hands
off.

You're going to kill the dragon.

The last dragon. That is a terrible
crime.

Put your hands out.

If you're going to take my hands...

You'd better take my head as well.

I'd rather die than live in a world
without magic.

I've been trying my hardest not to kill
the dragon.

Even Mark Cassian seems to want me to
show up with a sword this Sunday.

But you're the dragon slayer.

That's just my job title. It's not my
opinion.

My employer loved dragons.

He might have died for them.

So if anyone tries to save a dragon on
Sunday, they're going to have to get

me first.

You, young lady, are completely
wonderful.

I'm so sorry I tried to kill you. You
tried quite hard. Well, I should have

taken you out for a coffee or something
first, asked you a few questions. But

no, stupid old Blacklock goes charging
in with his bow and arrow.

Apology accepted.

Oh, isn't he lovely?

Do you like that?

What should I do?

I want to honour Shandar's pact, but...
Remember, Shandar forged the pact not

for justice, but for gold.

He may have been a great wizard, but he
was also a greedy man.

I can't say that about Shandar. Before
the pact... There were hundreds of

dragons. Now, just one remains.

And he never leaves his own lands.

Something is rotten there.

Be sure to count out the perfect spot so
tomorrow you can be in position to

claim some land.

This bottle is human made.

This belongs to a dragon.

The slayerette.

Not now.

Dragon slayer. Dragon slayer.

No, but you are actually under arrest
for failing to pay council tax.

Babes, I know.

But the royal accountants say that the
rates in this building have never been

paid and as the official slayer you are
on the line for that debt.

You owe 2 ,000 gold pieces.

All right. Let me go.

Please, please, come on. I'm more of a
busy wine and sunsets kind of guy. Come

on. These guys are going to torture you,
and I hate that.

Just make me your official assistant,
and all of this goes away.

Excuse me, Sir Griffon. We do have the
money. We just need to collect it.

Um, sword handling is a perk of being
the official assistant.

I'm told it's a coveted role.

Yes. Right.

Thank you, Gordon.

Let's get our very many gold pieces.

You won't find breakfast at the dump,
though.

Sir Griffon!

Oh, my daughter, we love you so much.

Kill that dragon?

Ain't right.

I'm sorting her out, sir, dear. Oh,
everything piques you, ladies.

Yeah, all right, look, into the wonder
barn, please.

Ah, fans.

I love them.

They're all real people to me, you know.
Get lost.

The girl did have a point, though.
You're a born dragon slayer.

Jennifer, not a dragon hugger.

Why not drop this ridiculous charade
about having 2 ,000 gold pieces, stick

stickies, and slay the dragon with a
proper hotter assistant?

Like me.

Or not, that's also fine.

Come and try our exclusive fiery dragon
chili chutney. Oh, they're expecting us.

And fresh in today, our new range of
Jennifer Drake dragon player

Why is my face... Trust me on this, I'll
explain later.

Oh, Mrs. President, hello.

Hello, Gordon.

Here at Stuffco, we are...

Big fans, Jennifer.

There's just so much exciting brand
synergy with you and Fizzy Pop.

I mean, I ask you, what drink could cool
you down after a dragon had blown fire

into your face?

Fizzy Pop.

Exactly.

In a can or in a takeaway tankard.

Pop this T -shirt on.

No, no, no.

If you have a better way to raise 2 ,000
gold, then speak up.

Merchant, where is the king's gold?

Oh, bring the knight his money.

Money, money.

We have what's an incredible, yet
incredible thing for you to discover

One for two on all dragon player busy
pop.

Yes, that's one for two.

I trust everything is to your
satisfaction, Sir G?

Jennifer, we need worldwide rights for a
year. Two guest appearances at Fizzy

Pop events, and the T -shirt does need
to stay on until the end of Slay Day.

Agreed?

Always a pleasure, Gordon.

Now, time to do some filming. Tim, are
you ready?

I'd like you to start from here.

The image we're looking for, Jennifer,
is you sheltering from the flames behind

your shield, enjoying a nice cool can of
Hawthorne -flavoured fizzy pop.

I'm being attacked by a dragon, but I'm
pausing to enjoy a soft drink.

Yeah, not enjoying so much as relishing.

Oh, relishing is very good.

Really savour those bubbles, Miss
Strange.

And the line, Miss Strange, is written
on the inside of your shield.

Playing a dragon?

But I'll drain my flagon.

Flagon of fizzy pop.

Sold. Somebody get me a card.

Sorry,

just tying off the paperwork.

Hey, on the upside, you're not being
tortured in King Snod's jail.

You seem friendly with the stuff coat
lady.

Before I took this job with you, I was
an indentured orphan there.

It's no biggie. It feels like half the
kingdom worked for them.

Look, the stuff co -president's a good
woman.

She looked after me when she could have
just treated me like any other orphan.

Might sound slushy to say it, but she
was like a mother to me.

I'm lucky, you know, to have been
indentured servant for people who were

us.

Zambini treated me like... well...

Oh, he loved you.

Tomorrow I'm going to fail him. No, you
won't. I've tried to find him.

I've tried everything.

Something about this situation is off. I
can feel it in my gut, but I can't see

what to do. I can't see what the right
thing to... Jennifer.

Jennifer.

Tomorrow, just stay away from the
Dragonlands.

If your instinct is not to kill the
dragon, then go with that. If you think

that'd make Zambini proud, then ignore
the pressure.

Refuse to go. They can't make you.

I believe in you.

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry. I shouldn't... I'd
rather go home.

You know, say my goodbyes before the
king cuts my head off.

Yeah. Well, look, I'll be at
Dragonslayer HQ if you need me to fend

guys.

Thanks. I mean... Just thanks.

Oh.

What the hell is this?

I don't want money.

I want a bigger kingdom.

And for that, I'll need a dead dragon. I
know. It was a serious surprise when

they paid up. I don't know if I saw that
one boomeranging back in our faces, did

we? Socks.

Socks! The king requires socks. Bring
him the most comfortable socks ever

knitted. Socks!

What? For you, Sir Griffalon.

I'm going to throw coins in your face
until I feel better. I do actually have

get -off. No, I do actually have a plan
B. If you just let me lay out... Ow!

Right in the face.

Mm, yeah.

fixing this.

What is it?

Something you made for my birthday.

I found something Zambini never had.

A piece of a real dragon.

Tiger, the Dragonlands aren't just
closed to humans.

The dragons can't leave.

They're prison.

But if the dragons can't violate the
pact, what's the point in having a

so you'd oversee it?

Why would the dragons help Shandar build
their own prison?

I'm missing something.

Something Shandar must have known about
the dragons.

A secret.

I thought there'd be something in here.

Something that would save him.

It's Slay Day, everybody!

We're passed down to midday, at which
time the prophecy says Jennifer Strange,

the official Fizzy Pop Dragon Slayer,
will finally get her Slay Go -

Magic's gone insane.

I think the world's ending.

Can I get you some tea?

Oh, great.

It's sleigh day.

Either the crowd will lynch me or the
king will arrest me.

If they put you in the dungeons, can I
repaint your room?

I'd like to paint it some flower yellow.

Oh, my God.

Tiger, do yourself.

Huh?

Shandor's company is Stufco.

You mean the people who are sponsoring
you.

The company that Gordon was an
indentured orphan at.

The company that Zanvini visited the day
he disappeared.

Oh God!

Gordon?

Gordon, are you in here?

Gordon, we need to discuss your
connection to Duffco.

Can you come out here, please?

Babes. Last chance at a deal, Curly Fry.

We will offer the entire kingdom's
resources at your disposal to find and

back your old employer, the Great Down
Beneath.

Magic, money...

Soldiers, the King's own seer, me, all
of us at your disposal until you're

safely back home.

I want to say yes.

Great decision.

She didn't say yes, though. So pay
attention.

I'd do anything to see him again.

But he would never agree to a deal.

So I can't.

I see.

I'm sorry.

Yes. Me too.

You won't kill me.

You need me.

No, no, no. We actually, we thought we
needed you. But the literature states

that the sword must be pounded for the
next in line.

You don't need to be alive for that
part, do you? Arm comes off while you're

still holding the sword. I've removed
the sword from your severed hand.

Handing over is luckily technically
completely missed. Ta -da. You're crazy.

I don't think so.

You'll burn to pieces.

It is a risk I'm willing to take given
the situation.

I have a lot at stake here.

It's actually been very stressful.

Where's my sword?

A friend is headed off to the Troll
Wars, and you could have had it all.

Live it, then.

Shut up and fight!

Stop running away, then! Jennifer!

Jennifer!

This is a big day for me. I finally get
to kill a girl. Then I'll become the

Slayer, kill the dragon, take his
treasure, knock King Snod off his

then, boom, back in time for Supper.

The King's Supper.

Great, getting in the car. This is your
big plan, is getting in the car? No.

This is my plan.

Hush, nush. You have to listen to me.
No, no, no, you listen to me. Just stand

perfectly still and don't say a word.

Who's there?

Frodo, where is the girl?

Oh, sir, I seen her go past the house
about two minutes ago, heading for the

Dragonlands.

You are lucky I don't dot you just for
knowing her.

Making the Dragonlands.

You can breathe again now.

How did you do that?

A glamour.

He didn't even see your car.

Which has ruined my petunias.

Let's move into the boundary stone. He
thinks the world may end at noon, so

come back to the last of the gin.

The question on everyone's mind is,
where is our dragon slayer?

With one hour to go, the mood here is
anxious, as almost the whole kingdom has

accumulated at the Dragonlands border.

If I don't slay it, they'll kill us.

They took Tiger.

But if I do kill the dragon, then magic
might end forever.

I don't know what to do.

There, there.

Oh, hell's teeth.

You're afraid of letting him down,
aren't you?

Somehow he might come back and think the
worse of you.

I'm doing everything wrong.

I know he only gave me a home because
I'm the last dragon slayer.

Did you know?

Let me show you the note he wrote.

It didn't say anything.

It did and it didn't.

Zambini's a very clever man.

And he wrote the most important words
first.

You see, he didn't write, do this or try
that. He wrote, my darling

Jennifer.

Because he wanted you to know that he
was thinking of you.

And that he loves you.

And that was the most important message
he could send.

Never mind all the original plans.

He loved you.

He didn't have to.

Valenti wouldn't.

But he did.

You really have to believe me.

Jennifer.

Do what you think is right.

So, Gordon.

Tell us why you're here today.

My boss, Jennifer, is a coward, and so
it falls to me, the slave's official

assistant, to kill the dragon.

Oh, big shout -out to my employees at
Stuffco from their new president of

marketing and spying. Love you guys.

Gordon! Gordon!

Gordon! Gordon!

Gordon! Gordon!

Gordon! Gordon!

Gordon! Gordon!

Gordon! Gordon!

Gordon! Gordon!

Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon!
Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon!

Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon!
Gordon! Gordon! Gordon!

Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon!

Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon!
Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon!

Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon!

Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon!
Gordon!

Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon!
Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon!

Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon!
Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon! Gordon!

Gordon! Gordon! Gordon!

Gordon!

Gordon from a lady wizard when she's on
the best bloody form of the light.

FIRE!

Like shooting a duck in a barrel, eh?

It must be great to work for me.

Come on.

We need to...

We're

here. I'll find help.

Save... Magic.

Save... Dragon.

a troll eats, boy.

They eat bones like cows eat grass.

At least they can't possibly smell as
bad as you two do.

I'll have a word with the squadron. Send
you to the front line.

Stop!

You have my property in that wagon. I
want it back now this very bloody

Unlock that cage or face the
consequences.

Out of my way, old lady.

I am not...

Thank you, Lady Morgan.

Rang from IT this morning. Nobody came.

So here I am.

What happened to Jennifer?

Thank you.

Jennifer! Jennifer, you're running out
of rocks to hide behind.

The day Zambini disappeared, who did he
meet from Stuffco?

Why, the president herself. The woman
you met at the Fizzy Pop sponsorship.

Why would Shandar's own company try to
get rid of a wizard?

Dear old... Zambini, far too interested
in dragons and their secrets, became

perilously close to getting how to save
them. But anyway, magic is ending.

Money is where the game is now, selling
things to people, and I'm quite the

salesman, aren't I? Oh, Jennifer, I too
was an orphan with a kindly employer.

Stuff called gold just bought me a villa
with a sea of you.

Oh, gold also buys copper -plated
exploditips, perfect for killing magical

creatures.

Also effective on teenage girls.

When I run, you run.

And if I fall over, you keep going.

Time for you to die, Miss Strange.

I'm on a tight schedule here.

Before you die, I ought to thank you.

The day you made me your apprentice, you
gave me the keys to the entire Dragon

Land.

Because if you weren't my assistant, you
couldn't be here.

Touché. Gordon, you're not my assistant
anymore.

You're fired.

Officially. What?

To Scott?

You haven't violated the Dragon Pact. In
fact, you can't leave the Dragonlands,

can you?

Play or be played.

It's your destiny as the Dragon Slayer.
The Dragon Pact is a lie and you know

it. You're a prisoner here.

to live but there are

You must fulfill your destiny or the
world ends.

Magic has become too unstable.

Look at them.

All waiting for you to die just so they
can get rich.

Are they worth saving?

No. Is that what Zambini would say?

If I slay you, the magic ends.

I'll never see him again.

That is the nature of great sacrifice.

To give up your dearest desire for the
sake of people to whom you owe very

little.

There.

Your human property has been damaged.
The pact is violated.

Now, play your part.

It is time.

Fight, or see your world destroyed!

We did find it, weren't we? Of course we
did.

Don't ask such ridiculous questions.

Whatever for?

I failed him.

I killed the dragon.

Jennifer, there are young dragons flying
above the sky in Herefordshire. Not

only alive, but free.

Do you understand?

Whatever you did, it was well done.

One is almost proud of you.

Magic's on the up and up as well.

And where does Magic always hope of
bringing Zambini back?

You've done well, little one.

You've done well.

I didn't bring him back, though, did I?

Between us and him is the greatest
wizard of all time in league with the

powerful supermarket.

I don't feel hopeful.

I'm sorry.

That's the crawfish.

Best give her some space.

Tears.

Three lumps, please.

I'll give you one.

Sugar's not good for the pain, please.

What am I doing up?

It's interesting.

My darling Jennifer.

There are dragons again.

I know.

I owe them my thanks for seeing you
again now.

Quite remarkable.

I know.

Come and look at them. No, no, no. I
mean you, Jennifer.

You see, the night we met, I only really
came to seek out the last dragon's

lair.

But soon I found that quite by accident,
I had instead brought home a daughter.

And you really are quite remarkable,
Jennifer.

I'm so very, very, very proud of you.

I think dragons are reborn by being
slain in combat.

Shandar's borderstones kept soldiers
away from them, so they started dying

old age instead.

That's an interesting theory.

I think that's why Mokathion wanted me
to fight him.

How long do we have?

I'll find a way to bring you home. No,
you mustn't.

These are dangerous and powerful people,
Jennifer.

I would rather be lost forever than ever
see you come to any harm. Now, will you

promise me?

No.

Yes? Mr. Greaves would like to discuss
17 new Wonder Barn openings with you.

Let's give him ten minutes after lunch.

And has Miss Jennifer Strange requested
a meeting with you?

Yes.

Um... I think not.

There's a note.

What does it say?

It says... I insist.

I hope your little monkeys are almost
ready to be packed off to bed so we can

get on with the serious business of
watching monkeys on Sky One Next.