All language subtitles for Dragons Race to the Edge - S03E12 (2015) WEB.eng

This changes everything.

Grimborn auction?
What's on the block this time?

Dragons.

Think what we could do
with our own dragon. Its hide alone.

Only the richest Vikings dare to show up.

So, how do you know about it?

Because I have this map.
Got it from a gold baron.

Told him I'd let him live
if he showed me what it was.

Idiot.

Don't let that out of your sight.

Oh, dear.

You get it, Johann? Johann!

Of course.

Put her in the cage, will ya?

Ah! Do you smell that, brother?

Dragon droppings.

Gold. This auction
will not only bring us wealth,

but will cement my reputation
as the most prolific dealer of dragons,

both living and not.

But everything must go off
with perfection.

How is security coming along?

Catapults are doubled.
Watchtowers are going up.

No riders will spoil the auction.

See what you can do
when you put your mind to it, big brother?

Any news on our special guest?

Are you sure he's coming?

Positive. The second you have
confirmation of his arrival...

I will let you know.

Of course you will.

Careful with that Gronckle.
It's a nasty one.

I see Terrible Terrors
and a few crates of Fireworms.

But where are they hiding
all the big dragons?

Extra ships on the perimeter.
Guards everywhere.

Catapults and watchtowers on the cliffs.

Dragon Root arrow launchers
on every sea stack within a half mile.

There's no way in or out. Period.

Hiccup, Hiccup, Hiccup, think positive.

And how do you suggest I do that?

Rapid-fire. Mug, half-empty or half-full?

Definitely empty.

Don't waste your time.

It is, however,

the perfect opportunity to put a big dent
in Viggo's dragon trade.

But how?

Astrid,
I'm sure Hiccup has an idea.

You do have an idea, right?

Let me guess. Cruise right into the place
and announce ourselves.

You know, I think we need someone
to get close to Viggo.

Keep him busy while we find
the rest of those dragons.

Now, it has to be
someone Viggo wouldn't suspect,

because he's never seen him up close.

You've got to be kidding me.

Wait, no, he's the only one
who was never captured by Viggo or Ryker.

He's the only one they don't know.

He's the only one who's clueless enough
to actually pull it off.

Ha. Sounds like a real winner,
Hookfang. Right?

I'd hate to be caught dead with that guy.
Wait, what?

I hate to be the bearer
of most unfortunate news, Master Hiccup.

Unless you are hiding a pile of gold
in the crevices of your tunic,

you won't see the dragons,
let alone bid on them.

Oh, sure. Yeah.
Take Berk's entire cache of gold.

Here, take it all.

Not funny, Hiccup.

If you weren't my son,
I'd lock you up right now.

You have no idea
what you're suggesting, Hiccup.

Viggo Grimborn is the most ruthless Viking
we've come in contact with.

If we don't do something to disrupt this
auction, Viggo will make so much gold,

he'll be able to buy
an armada of dragon-hunting ships

and reinforce his empire.

No dragon will be safe, and eventually,
he will set his sights on Berk.

And on our dragons.

Well?

"Well" what?

Well, son, I'm assuming you didn't fly
all the way here without a plan.

Hmm. A special envoy, you say?

Exactly.

Going into the auction
under an assumed identity.

Exactly.

Well, he's gonna have to be smart, crafty,

quick on his feet,
and, most importantly...

Not Snotlout!

I'm clapping. When I clap,
that means you two servants serve me!

Now, before you shoot this down,
and by the way,

you have every reason in the entire
archipelago that you should,

there is a method to my--

-Madness?
-Yes.

I need you to trust me on this, Dad.
It's foolproof.

"Fool," maybe.
"Proof"? Not quite with you on that.

Oh, don't look at me like that, Son.

Fine, on one condition.

Hear ye, hear ye. The honorable...

Sir Ulgerthorpe.

Don't just stand there babbling
to the peasants. Carry my gold.

Get yourself a new axe.
You? Get yourself a new tunic.

-Sir--
-Ulgerthorpe.

Learn the name. Live the name.
Love the name.

-Of?
-Does it matter?

There is one thing. I feel like
I know you from somewhere. Do I?

My brother asked you a question.
Does he know you from somewhere?

Wha... Ha!

Does he know me from somewhere?
Does he "know" me from somewhere?

Hey, does he know me from somewhere?

It's none of your beeswax who he is

or where you know him
or don't know him from.

Beeswax?

You do not speak for me.
Do you understand?

Do you understand?

Yes, Sir Ulgerthorpe.
Please accept my humble apologies.

Try getting good help these days.
Boof. Very hard.

All right, be a good boy
and tip the attendant. Come on.

We don't want to refuse
the man's money, now, do we?

I'd turn it around.
You've no business here.

Says who?

You haven't the gold
nor the constitution to stomach this.

While you certainly speak the truth,
Mr. Ryker,

I do bring your brother an offering.

What kind of offering?

Get Viggo. He needs to see this.

You must have misunderstood me, Mr. Ryker.
I've simply brought an offering.

I'd just as soon offload it
and be on my merry way,

if it's all the same to you.

Yeah, well, it's not all the same to me.
Get Viggo.

No need, big brother.

Mr. Grimborn. What a pleasant surprise.

As I was endeavoring
to explain to your brother,

I wanted to present you
with these dragons for your auction

as a sign of respect.

And as an exchange for future safe passage
in my trading lanes.

Maybe?

Always in my way.

Trader Johann, perhaps I've judged you
a bit hastily.

This is a splendid
and most generous gesture.

The downside to an old ship.

Not nearly the quality and excellence
you have, no doubt, come to expect

from the vessels in your fleet.

Perhaps when the day comes
that you feel the need to part--

The trade has been a bit, shall we say,
"sluggish," lately.

My stores are as empty as a tree
following a ring-tailed lemur migration.

Oh, dear!

We accept your terms.

Offload Trader Johann's dragons
and place them with the others.

Aye, sir. Ready to offload.

My poor heart will surely not withstand
any more of these harrowing moments.

Where is this simpleton?

Does he make it a practice

of disrespecting
his best clients like this?

You do realize
you actually aren't a best client.

I'm in character, Gobber, so, no.
No, I do not realize that.

Look at that big guy.

Ugliest dragon I've ever seen.

I think he's magnificent.

Of course you do.

Hello.

Out of my way, Grump. Fat beast.

Do you auction off
the ugly, fat one as well?

Who would buy him?

Besides, he eats all the scrap iron

and is the only dragon that can
bite through a dragon-proof cage.

Personally, I'd just as soon
skin him and eat him.

That fat would be tasty on toast squares
with some yak butter.

Eh, Grump?

But Viggo likes having him around.

Says there's a use for everyone.

When you two ladies are done
blabbering about whatever,

I'd like to do some business.
Is that not what we came for?

What, are you waiting for my permission?

I'm waiting for some "me" time.

A private place to count my money

out of the eyesight
or earshot of your goons.

Offense intended.
This will do. Come, valet.

Nobody goes inside Viggo's tent.

Very nice. First of all, Sir Ulgerthorpe
goes where Sir Ulgerthorpe wants.

Second, I need to count my gold.
It's not gonna count itself.

And unless you plan on building me a hut
in the next five minutes,

I'll do it where I want!

Of course, I can go elsewhere
and you can explain to your brother--

Go ahead. Count your coin.
But make it quick.

Can you believe that barbarian?
The nerve to question my intentions.

You can drop the act. We're alone.

Sir Ulgerthorpe
does not kowtow to pressure,

nor does he break character.

He lives within. He becomes it.

Well, you tell Sir Ulgerthorpe

that if he doesn't help
Sir Gobber find the manifest,

this hook is going to become--

All right, fine.

You know, you could be
a better scene partner. It is two-sided.

I'm giving of myself and I would
appreciate a return on that energy.

Ooh, what's this? Looks important.

Not as important as the auction manifest.

Manifest, Snotlout. The list
of dragons and where they are kept.

I totally know what a manifest is, Gobber.

All right, time's up.

And the bidding is about to begin.

Now, once we find our dragons,
we wait for Hiccup's signal.

Yeah. Then we release
the rest of the dragons. We get it.

Is this guy serious?

- Belch!
- Barf!

Meatlug!

Did you hear something?

I'm sure I did.

We're gonna get caught
and thrown into a Whispering Death hole.

Fishlegs. It's all in your noggin, my man.

If you believe
we're gonna get caught, we're toast.

Keep looking!

We rest our case.

Not my Meatlug.

Right. If I think Astrid
and Heather will show up to save us...

Oh, what do we do if they don't?

You hide.

- Where'd he go?
- I don't see him.

- I heard somethin'.
- I'll be here.

Look under there. I don't see him.

- Look over there!
- There's nothing here.

Are you from around here?

Having a little fiesta
back on my island after.

I can put you on the list.

Our special guest.

Friends, buyers, honored guests,

I believe we have assembled

the most unique and comprehensive
group of dragons in the archipelago.

I think you will agree.

I'm making it rain. It's raining gold.

I knew I recognized him.
He's a Dragon Rider.

Seize them. Seize them all!

Stormfly. Hookfang. Barf and Belch.

Meatlug! Oh, I missed you, girl.

I'm not gonna get caught.
I'm not going to get--

That doesn't work.

Come on.

Toothless, make 'em count.

Sorry, Hiccup.

It's okay, Heather.

Grab 'em.

Assuming this is all Berk's gold,

I'm guessing that Berk will take
quite the hit on his bottom line.

That is most unfortunate.

But please know that
it is all going to a wonderful cause.

As are your dragons.

-Toothless!
-All of them.

This one will fetch a considerable price.

Almost a pity to sell him.
But I'll get over it.

If you're good, I may even let you watch.

Hiccup, we have to get out of here
and stop them from selling our dragons.

We will, Fishlegs.

-How?
-This guy's killing me.

Oh, I'm killing you?

Please! Guards! Don't you know who I am?

Hey, Ulgerthorpe.
They do know who you are.

Which is why you are in here with us.

Okay, grumpy.

Hey, Gobber, what do you think
these walls are made of?

It feels like iron ore.
It's tough to run through.

You should try again.

-You think so?
-Yes.

Definitely iron ore.

Sold, to the Viking with no teeth.

That's right, gentlemen.
Your eyes do not deceive you.

A Night Fury. The Night Fury.
The only one in existence.

The prized centerpiece of any collection.
Let us open the bidding at--

Get the boy. I want him
to remember this moment.

Oh? Look out.
You might get pebbled to death.

Oh, come on. Is that all you got?

Give us your best shot.

Oh, it's Grump. Come on.

Oh, no!
It's the fat, lazy dragon.

Help me, Grump. Please? Please, Grump?

Oh! Man.

Right. Easy, Grump. Easy.

Good dragon.

That's it, Grump. Get them!

These are dragon-proof bars.
He'll never be able to...

Ooh! Amazing!

Is he ever going to learn?

None of them will.

Sold.

Whoa! Watch out!

Get off!

Hiccup.

Everyone, to your dragons. Check the decks
of the ships that are leaving.

We'll find them, Hiccup.

I like the attitude, Fishlegs.

Toothless.

Ryker, it's over.

Says the one-legged boy with no backup.

Why don't you pick on
someone your own size?

Someone like me.

Is that all you got?

Come on!

Oh, no, you don't.

Do you think this might be
an opportunity to go after Viggo

and get Berk's gold back? Just a thought.

Right. Sorry.

You good?

Never been better!

I see him, bud.

No! Toothless, dive!

Where's Gobber?

He was fighting Ryker,
but I don't see him.

There! My valet!

Where's Ryker?

Turned tail after old Gobber
taught him a thing or two.

He might have gotten in a few moves
of his own.

Uh, Hiccup?

He switched chests on me.

Well, let's go get him.

He's long gone.

That's a "chest half-empty"
point of view, Hiccup.

Tuff, the chest isn't half-empty.
It's totally empty. Of all of Berk's gold.

It was worth it, Hiccup.
Look at all the dragons we saved.

I just hope my dad feels the same way.

I'll take the heat from Stoick, Hiccup.
And we'll get that gold back.

What? We shouldn't let it go to waste.

Besides, this guy needs to eat.
Constantly.

Look, everyone. My valet
has secured a dragon to call his own.

Oh, it's so beautiful.

I know it's wrong, but that felt good.

The face. The one thing you don't slap.

Actors.