Dragons: Race to the Edge (2012) s05e25 Episode Script

1 [exciting music.]
[roars.]
[roaring.]
[Hiccup.]
This changes everything.
[light music.]
[Hiccup.]
Well, this should be it.
The last remaining lens for the Dragon Eye.
This should tell us everything there is to know about the King of Dragons.
Come on, now, T, fire that magical plasma up and let a beacon of knowledge shine down upon us and light our merry way.
Wow.
That was kind of poetic, Tuff.
Thank you, Astrid.
You know, in some societies, entire conversations are spoken in verse.
- I'd like to visit one of those places.
- [Fishlegs.]
Hiccup, Hiccup! If you don't tell Toothless light that Dragon Eye, let us see what's on that lens, I will no longer be held responsible for my actions.
Toothless, you heard the screaming, crazy Viking.
[dramatic music.]
[Snotlout.]
Wow! [Ruffnut.]
Whoa! [screams.]
- Is that - A Dramillion.
That's a Dramillion.
The King of Dragons is a Dramillion? No, it's a Titanwing Dramillion.
Look at the Titanwing in relation to the other dragons.
It's bigger than this Monstrous Nightmare right next to it.
This must mean that the giant skeletal remains on Vanaheim belong to another Titanwing Dramillion.
Okay, okay, sounds great.
But what can it do? How does it kill its enemy? Fire? - Spines? - Liquid hot magma? Actually, legend has it that the King of Dragons uses its mind.
What, like as a bludgeon? [grunts.]
Pah! No, Tuff, it uses its mind to control other dragons, to make them do whatever it tells them to do.
That could be - Catastrophic.
- Amazing.
We have to get to Dramillion Island as quickly as possible, find the King of Dragons, and move it out of there.
[Astrid.]
Snotlout, is that your dad? Huh.
What in the name of Thor is he doing here? Spitelout.
Oh, no, Dad! Aye, Hiccup, it's the chief.
He's alive.
He's alive.
But he's gotten worse.
Gothi is trying, but I'm sorry, son.
She's not hopeful.
The Elders called a council meeting and Don't you say it.
You have been voted acting chief.
Uh, I think my man here was pretty clear in that he did not want you to say "it," assuming that was "it.
" Hiccup? Um, I-I don't mean to be insensitive Fishlegs, I know.
We need to get to the King of Dragons before they do.
Sorry, Chief.
You're going one place and one place only Berk.
[dramatic music.]
[man.]
Starboard course! Into position! - [man 2.]
Eyes on the forecastle! - [man 3.]
Turn the stays! [man.]
On the mast! All right, lower it between the two ships and lash it to each hull! [man.]
Easy done there! [dragons cawing.]
- Little more to the right! - [men.]
Now! [heavy thud.]
[grunting.]
[grunts.]
[man.]
Ready to lash it up! [foreboding music.]
[man.]
Lash it down, lads! [music.]
You know, if you'd waited until it was finished, we could've done all this at the launch.
But that's why I have you and your Dragon Flyers, isn't it, Krogan? No, not precisely.
[chain clanks.]
[dragon growls.]
[Johann.]
What a joyous day it will be when his head is on the end of a long spike.
Now, where are you, King of Dragons? And when will you at last belong to me and me alone? [grunts.]
Bra-bah-bah-bah Man, I can't believe we're leaving the Edge.
[birds chirping.]
[chicken clucking.]
[Fishlegs growls.]
You okay there, Fishlegs? Of course.
Couldn't be better.
Why do you ask? He's sad because we don't get to see the King of Dragons.
But I told him, Astrid.
I told him Hiccup's chiefly duties were way more important than some dumb mind-reading dragon.
What truly matters is Watching that thing mind-control all your dragons.
That's what would be cool.
I can't believe we don't get to see that.
- [Ruffnut.]
Lame! - Enough! You should all be ashamed.
How many adventures have we been on in the last year? - Uh - I mean, how many new and amazing dragons have we gotten to see? - Carry the two and - Twenty-five! A lot.
Well, guess what.
Sometimes real life comes first.
Family comes first.
Stoick is our chief.
He definitely comes first.
Uh, I thought Hiccup was our chief.
- Tuffnut! - What? Stoick is still our chief, and he needs his son.
And where Hiccup goes, we go.
Got it? [dragon growls lightly.]
Good.
Now shut up and saddle up.
It'll be the lucky Viking who lands that spitfire.
Tell me about it.
[Stormfly growls.]
[sighs.]
[Hiccup grunting.]
[Toothless growls.]
[Hiccup.]
Where is it? It's here somewhere.
Argh! Where is it? Sorry about all of this.
Yeah, it's bad enough when Spitelout shows up, but this, I mean, come on.
And we'll find the King of Dragons someday.
If it's out there, we'll get to it.
Oh, I know, 'cause that's where we're going right now.
Um, Hiccup, the council gave you an order.
- A direct order.
- They did.
They also made me chief.
And if I remember correctly, the chief doesn't take orders.
At least my father never did.
And speaking of your father, I mean, don't you think you should No, I don't.
[sighs.]
If Johann gets there first and he is able to somehow harness its power, then Berk, the Outcasts, the Berserkers and every dragon in the Archipelago would be in danger.
It would be right back to the days of the Red Death.
Hiccup Please don't, Astrid.
You can either come with me and fight alongside me, or you can go back to Berk and pray I come back alive.
I was going to say your father would be proud.
I'm proud.
And where you go, I go.
Thank you.
For everything.
All right, now let's get the Riders and see if we can ditch - Going somewhere? - Uh, well Never mind.
I heard it all.
- We heard it all.
- Yeah! And we're coming with ya, Chief.
Your father would want it this way.
[rousing music.]
[Toothless purrs.]
[Hiccup.]
Riders! To me! In formation! [Snotlout.]
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! [bright music.]
[gasps.]
[Toothless growling.]
- [Astrid.]
Whoa, Stormfly! - [Fishlegs.]
Whoo! [Snotlout.]
Ah, Hookfang! [grunts.]
Why are we stopping? I thought the whole idea was to get there faster than Johann.
It was.
But look down there.
[gasps.]
[tense music.]
[dragons growling.]
[man.]
Prepare the ballistas! [man 2.]
Ready the box! [all cheering and yelling.]
All right, here! [Hiccup growls.]
How did Krogan get here before we did? All right, Ruff, Tuff, Snotlout, you take out the ships.
Make sure this is their last voyage.
- Locked and loaded! - Yes! Fishlegs, Astrid, and, Spitelout, let's see what those Flyers are up to.
[Astrid.]
Yeah! Spitelout! Spitelout! Oy! Oy! Oy! [Snotlout.]
Snotlout! Hookfang! Oy! Oy! Oy! [Tuffnut.]
Whoo! Yeah! Whoa! [laughs.]
[man grunts and screams.]
[Ruffnut.]
Whoa! [Snotlout.]
Oh-ho-ho, no, you did not! Five thousand pounds of flaming muscle coming through! Get them! [laughs.]
Snotlout! [screaming.]
[Tuffnut.]
Light it up, Belch! [explosion booms.]
[men shouting indistinctly.]
See the figurehead on the front of that ship? - [Ruffnut.]
Did I? It's so lifelike.
- [Tuffnut.]
And handsome.
Weird, though.
That thing looked like he was gonna pee its little wooden pants.
[Tuffnut.]
Gruffnut? [grunting.]
But how is that possible? I thought we were finally rid of that loser.
No Thorston should be allowed to suffer that kind of indignity when there is another Thorston around to stop it.
Good Thor.
You want to rescue that lunatic, he's all yours, but Cover us, Snotty.
This'll be over before you finish your latest senseless rant.
[Snotlout.]
Hey! [men grunting.]
Ah! [Snotlout.]
Incoming! [men scream.]
- [Snotlout.]
Whoo-hoo! - Cousins, you came! I knew you would.
I knew you wouldn't let me suffer cruel embarrassment.
You sure you want to do this? - Not entirely.
- Oh, my! [Ruffnut.]
All right, just sit there and do not speak unless spoken to.
[Snotlout.]
Boom! Stop.
There's something I left on the ship.
It's important for us.
[Ruffnut.]
Well, I suggest you make a mental drawing of it.
'Cause we're not going back.
Fine.
Then leave me here.
I'll go back for it by myself.
Don't even think about it, bro.
Too late.
He's gotten my curiosity piqued.
So I have no choice.
Whoo-hoo! I know.
I hate not having a choice.
What are you muttonheads doing? We're going in.
[Snotlout.]
Ah! In where? [men yelling.]
[man.]
Flank on the left! - Butt slide! - Face kick! [laughs.]
[man groans.]
[man.]
Oh! [groans.]
Fine.
I'll kick some butt.
- [man.]
Nothing here.
- [man 2.]
Leave no stone unturned! Here! This is it.
This is the area the Titanwing Dramillion inhabits according to the map.
[man growls.]
[man groans.]
[all yelling.]
[all gasping.]
[Fishlegs.]
Whoo-hoo! [men screaming.]
Sorry, but "King of Dragons" and "Krogan" should never be used in the same sentence.
Unless it's "The King of Dragons just ate Krogan.
" You seem to have miscalculated the odds, Dragon Rider.
[dragon growls.]
[Hiccup yelps.]
[Krogan grunting.]
[Hiccup grunting.]
[growling.]
[both grunt.]
Whoo-hoo! Spitelout! Spitelout! Oy! Oy! Oy! [laughs.]
I'm sure I've had more fun than this.
But at the moment, I can't remember when.
[man grunts.]
[Hiccup grunting.]
All right, bud.
Singetail maneuver.
We need altitude.
Come on! Come on.
Get them! [grunting.]
[dragon growling.]
[gasps.]
No! No! [Hiccup.]
Fire! No! Nice shooting, bud.
[Krogan grunts.]
[straining.]
All right.
Easy, Krogan.
Don't move.
[chittering.]
[gasps.]
[growls.]
What's the matter, Krogan? Never seen a Dramillion before? [gasping.]
[chittering.]
[roars.]
[dragons growl.]
Uh [yells.]
Why Why are they attacking us? Toothless, move.
Move! [gasps and grunts.]
[music.]
Astrid! [wood creaking.]
Uh, it's in here.
I'm pretty sure.
[Ruffnut.]
Mm-hmm.
[Gruffnut.]
Door kick! Yes, score! Oh! Jewels.
[Ruffnut growls.]
What? Typical selfish Gruffnut.
So sad.
Yep.
I put up with a lot on this ship.
Things I will never speak of, like the thigh-slapping game.
So I'm taking what's mine.
[cackles.]
Ah! Ow! Uh [clanking and rattling.]
[metal clinking.]
[cat yowls.]
[door clangs.]
[screams.]
From this point forward, we are not related.
You and I are nothing to each other, nothing! Uh [roars.]
[screams and grunts.]
[man.]
Dragons incoming! [Krogan.]
Men, follow me! - [man.]
Follow Krogan! - [man 2.]
Follow him! [man 3.]
On his tail! [Hiccup grunting.]
Whoa, watch it! [smack.]
[Astrid grunts.]
[Astrid.]
Since when are these guys so nasty? I don't remember them being this aggressive.
Well [grunts.]
Aggressive they are, boyo.
I don't think they'll be listening to reason soon.
Dramillions are extremely territorial.
They're defending something really close by.
Any thoughts on what that could be or [man.]
Keep firing! [men shouting.]
[man.]
He'll come out! - [man 2.]
More! - [man 3.]
Draw him out! [gasps.]
[men shouting.]
[man.]
There he is! - [man 2.]
There he is! - [man 3.]
We've got him! [man.]
We drew him out! [roaring.]
[man laughs.]
[roars.]
[Krogan grunts.]
[dramatic music.]
Excuse me, but did that big fella just Appear out of nowhere? Yeah-huh.
It de-cloaked, actually.
The Dramillion is a cousin of the Changewing.
Titanwing Dramillion must share that with its subspecies.
So that's what the little guys were trying to protect.
[roars.]
Attack that Titanwing! - [man.]
Aye! - [man 2.]
Yes, sir! [men shouting.]
[man.]
Fire! [men shouting.]
[grunts.]
Let the Dramillions have it! [dragon roars.]
[music.]
[roars.]
Well, looks like they could use our help.
[roaring.]
[men grunting.]
[yells.]
[men yelling.]
[man cackling.]
[gasps.]
[dragons roaring.]
[man.]
She's surrounded! [gasps.]
Stormfly, spine-clone! Huh? Ooh! [grunts.]
[men yelling and grunting.]
[man cackles.]
[Hiccup yelling.]
[Hiccup grunting.]
[music.]
[men growling.]
[grunting.]
[dragon roars.]
[roaring.]
They hit it! Dragon root arrow! [roars.]
[roaring.]
[men screaming.]
[suspenseful music.]
[roars.]
We got this.
Cover me! [Krogan.]
Get them! [men yelling.]
[Fishlegs.]
Meatlug, spew! [music.]
[gasps.]
[both growling.]
[screeches.]
[grunts.]
[Fishlegs.]
Whoa! It's scared, Hiccup.
And it doesn't know the difference between us and Krogan's men.
I know, Fishlegs.
But we have to protect it, at all costs.
[blast, roars.]
Then let's get on with it.
Hit that dragon on top of the tree there.
[men grunting.]
[music.]
Uh? [yelling.]
Uh, boyo, we might want to back out of the way for a wee moment.
- Why's that? - Harpoon! [music.]
[growling.]
No! [men cheering.]
We have to get it before it goes into the water.
Come on, Toothless! [Hiccup.]
No! [all grunting and gasping.]
[Fishlegs yells.]
[yells.]
[Hiccup yells.]
[grunts.]
Hiccup! [shivering.]
Hiccup! [grunts.]
I'm all right.
Krogan, get out of the way.
You don't know what you're doing.
Clearly, that's not the case, Hiccup Haddock.
[dragon growling.]
- [man.]
Lower her! - [man 2.]
Slowly does it! That's it, Krogan.
You're done.
Calm down, boyo.
There's too many of them.
We'll regroup and kick their rears another day.
Listen to your elder.
He speaks wisely.
[grunts.]
[men shouting in distance.]
We have more pressing concerns, people.
What could be more pressing than getting Krogan off that dragon and out of the sky? My son and those two knucklehead twins.
Did you happen to notice they haven't returned? - [Snotlout.]
Help! - [Gruffnut.]
Come back! So, clearly, they're on that ship.
Which doesn't look like it's gonna be a ship for much longer.
[music.]
[Hiccup growls.]
- There's no choice, then.
- Aye.
[Snotlout yells.]
[Snotlout.]
Help! Help us! I'm important! [Snotlout screams.]
Hang on, guys! [Snotlout sobs.]
[Snotlout.]
Huh? Aah! [Snotlout groans.]
Are you crazy? Did you not see me standing there? Can we talk about this back at the Edge? Oh-ho-ho-ho, we'll talk about it.
Hiccup, what do we do with him? Ahoy, ahoy.
Hello.
Your cousin.
Your decision.
Ow! [clang.]
Ow.
You can't just leave me here.
I thought we'd be family again.
Where's the loyalty? [laughing.]
- [Tuffnut.]
Yeah.
- [Ruffnut.]
Yeah.
What about our bloodline? I'm a part of that! I have similar blood to you! [Tuffnut and Ruffnut laughing.]
Well, that's that, I guess.
Johann has the King of Dragons.
He has all the power.
Um, Hiccup, I wouldn't be so sure.
[dramatic music.]
- [Astrid.]
Is that - [Hiccup.]
The Dramillion.
But why? Why would he just leave it to die? That dragon won't have long if he's left there.
[dragon growls lightly.]
[music.]
[groans softly.]
This is a very sick dragon, Hiccup.
We need to get it to Mala.
Their healing ward is the only thing that can save it.
[music.]
[growling.]
[music.]
[Fishlegs.]
Mm-hmm.
[grunts.]
Ah, all right.
[Throk grunts.]
[Fishlegs.]
Yep, got that.
[grunts.]
Fishlegs, while I admire your interest in our friend here, it might be best if there were fewer strangers poking and prodding him, at least for the time being.
I'm sorry.
You're right, Mala.
Something's just nagging at me, and I'm trying to figure it out.
What's got you, Fishlegs? [Fishlegs.]
This is the remains from Oswald's notes, which is the same species as the King of Dragons.
- Okay.
- There's just one problem.
This skeleton doesn't go with this dragon.
I must admit, my queen, the Dragon Rider seems to be correct.
Now, also in Oswald's notes is the King's ability to use mind control over other dragons.
This dragon doesn't do that or anything close to it.
And what about its ability to generate the firepower of all the other dragons? That's got to be relevant.
But, Hiccup, this is not the King of Dragons.
If it were, it would still be with Johann, not lying here with us.
[dragon growls.]
[music.]
[Hiccup.]
Hmm.
Well, that's interesting.
[Fishlegs.]
That must be his fire.
It's different from anything we've seen out of this dragon or any dragon, for that matter.
Well, then there's only one thing to do.
[music.]
[gasps.]
[gasping.]
[gasps.]
The map, it's changing.
[gasps.]
Of course! The map was leading us to the Titanwing Dramillion because its fire is the last piece of the puzzle! The real King of Dragons is located [gasps.]
Hiccup, we need to get to Berserker Island.
This changes everything.
[music.]
[indistinct chatter.]
[Dagur.]
Ah! Peace and quiet.
Everyone in their right place, doing what they do proudly for the Berserker name.
[sighs.]
I got to say, sis, I'm bored as hell.
[horns blowing.]
Incoming ships? Were we expecting guests? I mean, I'm not even cleaned up.
I don't have guests on my calendar.
That's because they're uninvited guests.
[music.]
Still bored, brother? [chuckling.]
[laughs maniacally.]