All language subtitles for Dragons Race to the Edge WEBRip.NETFLIX.S07E01

This changes everything.

Hey. I'm trying to get some sleep here.

Stupid volcano.

Chicken.

Easy, little Chicken.

I'm sick of these baby ones.

I wish it would volcano-up
and start spewing already.

Right? Either get on with it,
or keep it to yourself.

It's okay, girl.

The volcano hasn't erupted
in three months. It's not gonna start now.

Right?

Hiccup.

- Was that...
- More intense than normal?

No doubt.

Whoa!

All right,
everyone got their Gronckle Iron?

- Yeah.
- Good. Just like we practiced, guys.

And don't spill any.
We can't afford to lose a drop.

Guys, this is worse than I thought.

Yeah, I know! Oh, my S.

Hiccup, look at it.

You know how attached I am to my S.

Snotlout, no one cares about your S.

Keep pouring Gronckle Iron
into the cracks.

Yes.

Whoa!

Wait for it.

Yak's eye.

Char grilled Snotlout, anyone?

He'll have a nice smoky finish
from the lava.

Hey, Ruff. Tuff.

Ugh. Buzz kill.

It was such a beautiful S.

Come on, Barf. Come on, Belch.

This is a disaster.

Yeah, I've seen worse.

You mean you've caused worse.

Huh, I wish. This is Odin's
handiwork himself, my friend.

But I, I am a mere mortal.

You happy, Hiccup?

Happy? What? What did I do?

We should have left this pile of rocks
months ago, but no.

You wanted to keep exploring.

"Hiccup the explorer."

Hiccup, I'd rather plant dragon root under
my fingernails than agree with Snotlout.

Don't waste your time, A.
That stuff needs a ton of light to grow.

Unless you're willing to stand...

I think it might be time
to head back to Berk.

Viggo and Ryker are gone.
The Dragon Eye is destroyed.

Even Mother Nature is telling us to go.

- Huh?
- Uh...

Mother Earth? The Earth Mother?

The earliest roots date back
to the Mesopotamian tablets

which show the creative
and nurturing sides

of nature as a female deity.

You should read more.

Hiccup, we won.

We can go home now.

I know, bud. She's right.

Really? Awesome news.
And just in time for our estate sale.

I'm sorry. Your what?

Listen, man.
This helmet is a bona fide helmet...

Not too late to get in
on the lifelike Nutt statues.

You act right now,
I'll throw in some free shipping.

You're breaking my boars here.

Made from our actual hair.

- Ew...
- Ew yourself, missy.

You wish you had locks like these.

Uh, who in their right mind
would ever buy a statue of you two?

Sold! Statue of us two!

Of course.

Hi, question.
When are we getting out of here?

When the volcano is stabilized.

We just need time to find new homes
for the dragons we've relocated here.

That's weird. What's Johann doing here?

Oh, dear.
There hasn't been destruction like this

since Emperor Nicephorus
and the Byzantines

were mercilessly annihilated
in the Battle of Pliska.

They say that Khan Krum
had Nicephorus' skull encased in silver

and drank mead from it.

Ruthless.

Anyway, it's going
to take some cleanup.

I have a multitude of items that
could assist you in that process. Hmm?

There's not going
to be any cleanup, Johann.

Well, master Hiccup,
perhaps this delivery will cheer you up.

I think you will like what you see.

Although what mysterious avocation
could you be working on

that necessitates
such an odd variety of articles? Hmm?

Doesn't really matter now, Johann.

Sold!

Yeah.

All right. Think. Think. Think.

We need something that'll not only hold up
to the intense heat of the lava, but...

Will withstand the extreme buildup
of volcanic pressure.

Exactly.

Guys, do you mind?

There's gotta be something.

All right. Pick that up.

Huh?

Wait. You might actually
be onto something.

Fishlegs, what if we mixed
Deathsong Amber with Gronckle Iron?

You mean the very same Deathsong Amber
that withstood the pressure of water

hundreds of feet
below the surface of the ocean?

That's the one.

Mixing the exact quantities
of all the ingredients will be key

so it doesn't set off
a negative chemical reaction.

I can't believe that actually worked.

Let's not start slapping
each other's yaks just yet.

That was the last Deathsong Amber.

And even if we had more,

there's no way Meatlug can make enough
Gronckle Iron to stabilize the island.

So, we need Gronckles and Deathsong Amber.

We know where to find both.

There is no way
I'm going to Melody Island.

The word death is in the dragon's name
for a very good reason.

Astrid and I will get the Amber.

Good. I like that plan.

Fishlegs, you stay behind
and gather ingredients for Gronckle Iron

and find a place
to store the liquid metal.

- Oh, keep talking. This is the best plan.
- What about us? What are we doing?

Rounding up a group of Gronckles
from Dark Deep.

You idiots. Why did you open your big...

Snotlout, you're going with them.
Congratulations.

This is the worst plan I've ever heard.

This is strange.

And I don't hear anything.

No Deathsong.

You were saying?

These wounds are fresh.

Dragon Hunters?

Not like any we've encountered.
This is beyond brutal.

That sounds like... No way...

- Garff?
- Oh, my Thor. You're right. It is.

Oh, you poor thing.
What have they done to you?

Wait a minute,
where's the other Deathsong?

- Must not have been as lucky as this guy.
- "Lucky"?

- Garff got away. He's still alive.
- Yeah, barely.

Hey. It's okay. It's okay.

Hiccup, if Viggo's gone, then...

Who's leading these Hunters?

What's so important that they'd go
toe to toe with a Deathsong?

Oh, this is no way to hunt dragons.

Not what you're used to. Is that it?

Well, please,
do accept my most sincere apologies.

Mm-hmm.

Now, if you would be so kind as
to tell me why the objection?

Uh, takes the sport out of it.
Seems like cheating, is all.

Cheating. Cheating.

When you're right, you're right.

Ah, look at us,
we crooked band of double dealers.

Well, I suppose
if you'd rather do things your way...

Good luck to you, hmm?
And perhaps we will meet again.

I can leave? Just like that?

Just like that. Safe travels, my friend.

Anyone else feel like discussing
our methods of trapping?

The floor is open.

I can't believe you sold Johann
all our stuff.

Wasn't that the point?
What do you want from me?

Will you two pipe down?

- Know what they call that?
- Imminent death?

- A symbiotic relationship.
- Precisely.

Symbi-what?

Symbiosis is the interaction
between organisms

living in close physical association
to the advantage of both.

However, this can often lead
to parasitism.

- Para-what?
- Parasitism.

It's a non-mutual symbiotic
relationship between species

where the parasite
benefits at the expense of the host.

Take you and Hookfang.

The two of you,
if you're flying in perfect harmony,

that's symbiotic.

However, when Hooky benefits
at your expense,

i.e., you getting nothing...

Parasitic.

Hookfang.

Tell you what. Why don't you two
symbiose yourselves over there

and get those Gronckles,

or I'll "parasite" the yak dung out
of you.

Huh! My dear fellow,

although you are attempting
the gerund form of those nouns...

- Just do it!
- A mind is a terrible thing to waste.

Even if it's vacuous, empty, desolate...

Uh-oh.

Load them up.

No. No.

This is not it.

Sir, perhaps if you told us
what it was you were looking for

- and why you needed them...
- I'll know it, when I see it.

And my use of them
is not your concern yet.

Singetail.

That's the spirit.

Bring me more of these.
As many as you can find.

Here we go.

You said it was symbiotic.

It is! For them. You, ding-a-ling.

Hey, name-calling is not going to help
the situation, Ruffnut.

It's helping me plenty!

Ow!

Remember how the Hunters
subjugated the Quakens?

Used vibrations to control them.

They had hammers they slammed.

Hmm.

You make contact, keep them occupied,
and we will lead the Gronckles to victory.

Snotlout!

I don't think
this is going to be mutually beneficial.

It will be for us.

Parasites.

All right, Quakens,
let's make this relationship shine.

Uh, guys? Little help here.

Let's get these Gronckles
out while we still can.

What about Snotlout?

Relationships are complicated.
He'll work through it.

Help!

I know, Garff. It's okay.

Hiccup, I don't think he's gonna make it.

Go. I'll stay here with Garff.

We can't lose the Edge, Hiccup.

We have to stop the Hunters
before they do this to other dragons.

You know I'm right.

I'll meet you back there. I promise.
I'll stay here with Garff until...

I'll be fine. I've got her.

All right. There you go.
That's a good boy.

I'm here, Garff. I'm here.

Here you go. Two parts sandstone,
three parts limestone, one part iron ore.

Three parts limestone,
two parts sandstone, one part iron ore.

Ooh! No, no, no, no, no!

This is a very specific recipe.
It's three parts limestone.

- I thought it was three parts sandstone.
- No.

- What do we do with the bauxite?
- Bauxite? Bauxite?

There's no bauxite in Gronckle Iron.

Eh...

Hang on a minute. I know this pit.
Is that our Boar Pit?

Fishlegs!

Very parasitic of you, Fishlegs.

What? Look, I didn't have a choice.

We all have choices.
It's just obvious which one you made.

Boar Pit, oh, Boar Pit,
we shall miss thee.

You put the "symbi" in our "osis"
and gave us such glee.

Never fear, Mr. Boar, as a new Pit of Iron
shall rise, like before.

And we shall grease you
and wrestle you into symbiotic heaven.

Even if our names
were just Shirley and Kevin.

- Whoa!
- Are you two finished?

Three more verses.
You're gonna love the fourth.

I never did like that poem.

Where's Astrid?

Melody Island. I'll explain later.

Where's Snotlout?

Dark Deep.

We'll explain later.

Fishlegs, we have to fill those cracks.

Right behind you.

We gotta take this show on the road,
make it on the fly.

That's it. Take us in low, bud.

Whoa!

Here comes the limestone.

Ooh! Oh, and here comes your sandstone.

Incoming.

- It's working, Hiccup.
- I can see that, Fishlegs.

Sorry. I'm sorry. Super excited.

We have to get to the volcano. Now.

It's too intense.

We love a good hot smoldering magma blast
as much as the next Viking, but...

True that! Tell them, Shirley.

Can I be Kevin next time, please?

All right, everyone, let's do this.

Whoo!

The Gronckles. Oh, no.

Uh, guys?

Oh, no.

Somebody help me!

I can't get these parasites
off of my butt!

They're releasing the volcanic pressure.

Ah, I knew they were gonna do that.
We're tight like that. Symbiotic tight.

Yeah.

I can't believe Garff made it.
He was not looking good.

I think he's gonna be all right.

That dragon has a lot of fight in him.

He's not the only one.

We can't let what happened to Garff
happen to any other dragon.

You're right. And we're not going to.

Listen, gang, the Dragon Hunters
are still out there.

I know you wanna go home, but...

Uh, who said I wanted to go home?
I don't wanna go home.

Not me. I surely don't wanna go.

And I, Kevin-ly,
would never give up the chance

to live in a place
that blows up all the time.

Fine. I'll stay.
But keep me away from those two.

They put me in front of the Quakens,
and thank Thor I'm that tight with them.

And symbiosis is alive and well
on Dragon's Edge.

You think Johann will let us buy
our stuff back?

Nah. He's a bit of a parasite, no?

He surely is.

Any idea who takes over
when this kills him?

I suppose it'd be a vote.
That seems like the most logical thing.

Yes.