Dragons: Riders of Berk (2012–2014): Season 1, Episode 5 - In Dragons We Trust - full transcript

1x05 - In Dragons We Trust

Let's go, bud.

- Yeah. Cool.
- Wow.

- Wow, nice.
- He's pretty good.

As you fly through life, it's always
good to know who you can trust...

and who you can't.

Nice catch, bud.
Little close.

I know I can always count on Toothless.

And it's important for him to know

that no matter what,
he can count on me.

- It's your turn. Jump!
- I don't wanna jump.



You have to believe she's gonna
catch you. It's a trust exercise.

I like to do my trusting on
the ground, thank you very much.

Like this, chicken legs.
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

So should we mention
something to Hookfang?

- Let me sleep on it.
- Hookfang, get him!

Not feeling the trust!

I'm coming in too hot!

Mildew!

You'll pay for this!
Ooh!

Oh... something tells me
we're gonna hear about this.

Shingle again?

Didn't we have roofing
material for dinner last night?

It was an accident, Dad.

I'm sure Mildew is making
it sound worse than it is.



A dragon and a huge, obnoxious boy
crash through his roof... twice.

Well, sure, it sounds bad
if you're gonna... stick to the facts.

Of all the houses on the island,
a dragon had to crash through Mildew's.

You know he hates dragons
more than anyone else.

I know. You might wanna talk
to him about his attitude.

Listen to me, Hiccup.

I gave you the responsibility
of training those dragons.

Everyone knows that.
All eyes are upon you, son.

Whatever those beasts do
reflects on you,

and whatever you do
reflects on me.

I'm sorry, Dad. You're right.

You and your friends are
gonna go back to Mildew's

and fix that roof.
Without your dragons.

- You caught a break there, bud.
- Ah! Not so fast.

Aren't you forgetting something?

I hate boot night.

- Ugh!
- Ugh, why is his left foot

always so much smellier
than his right?

Uhh... oh, no.

Where are my boots?
Hmm?

Where are your boots?

They've all been
stolen. Every last one.

Oh, that explains
why me feet are so cold.

Who could have done such a thing?

All I know is they left
a mighty big footprint.

Oh, those are Zippleback tracks.

You can tell by the
half moon-shaped arches.

Well, that's dragon 101, guys.
I don't gotta fill you in on that.

So a dragon walked through here.

A Zippleback, according
to my friend Fishlegs.

But that doesn't mean
he took everyone's boots.

Well, there's just one way to
find out. Follow the footprints.

So there's a bunch of boots piled
around a Zippleback. That doesn't mean...

Yeah, okay, fine.
He took the boots.

How are we supposed to
do any work in this weather

- without our boots?
- This is outrageous!

How long before something is done
about these creatures, Stoick?

How much more can we stand?!

Listen to yourselves...
"My feet are cold."

You're vikings.
Everything is cold!

I'll fix your boots for ya.
You'll be back to work in no time.

You all heard Gobber.

You'll be getting your
boots back as good as new.

That's it?
No consequence for these dragons?

They took our boots, Mildew.
The world isn't coming to an end.

Oh, don't be so sure.
Dragons are wild beasts.

There's no telling what else
they'll do behind our sleepin' backs.

They don't destroy things on purpose.

- Ah...
- But you do have a point, Mildew.

- Eh... what?
- They are wild animals,

and they need us
to keep an eye on them.

And rest assured, we will do just that.

Would you get outta there?

We're going on night patrol.

Night patrol? I love it!
What is it?

It's where we patrol. At night.
To keep an eye on the dragons

and make sure they don't
get blamed for anything else.

Um... have you cleared
this with our parents?

Because some of us might not be
allowed out after a certain hour.

- Not allowed... or afraid?
- Hey. Things happen after dark.

Guys, we have to do this.

You heard Mildew.
He wants the dragons banished.

Permission to shoot first
and ask questions later.

Permission to skip the question.

We're just patrolling.
Nobody is shooting anyone.

I have a question.
What's fun about that?

It's not supposed to be fun.

- It's a Hiccup idea.
- Exactly. What?

Hello, sir...
Uh... uh, m-ma'am.

My name is Astrid, and I'm with the
"Dragon united monitoring brigade".

- DUMB?
- Yes. That is correct. Not my idea.

But it is easy to remember.

If you have any dragon-related
problems, contact us.

Just cup a hand on
either side of your mouth,

and at the top of your lungs, yell...

Dumb.

- Halt! Who goes there?
- Take a wild guess.

- I don't think I like your attitude.
- Right back at ya.

Yeah.
But I'm the one with the sash.

Let me take a closer look at that.
"Dumb." Well, that suits you.

Okay, I think we're done here.

Oh! What was that?

Oh...Oh!

- Whoa.
- Whoa.

- Did you see me scare him?
- Did you see me scare him?

- No, I scared him.
- No, I scared him!

- No, me!
- No, no, no, it was me!

- I did!
- No! Clearly me!

- Everyone looking could tell it was me.
- No, I was the scary one.

Well, Mildew will be happy to
know what dragons do at night.

They sleep like everyone else.

Who could have done such a thing?

Oh. Looks like a dragon to me.

- We don't know for sure, Fishlegs.
- Sure, we do. Look at these claw marks.

It was obviously a Monstrous Nightmare.
The spacing of the talons is dead-on.

- Once again, thank you, Fishlegs.
- Oh, stop. It's just basic stuff.

But how could this happen?

We had every dragon accounted
for at all times. Right, guys?

When you say at "all times" and
"every dragon," what exactly do you mean?

- Okay, what happened, Snotlout?
- Well, I was detaining a suspect

who wasn't showing sufficient
respect to the sash.

I think I showed sufficient respect
to a sash that says "dumb."

- We gotta change that name.
- Anyways, as I was questioning said suspect,

Hookfang may have...
and I'm not saying he did...

but it is possible he
wandered off for a few...

- Seconds?
- Minutes?

Hours.

Oh, that's way longer than minutes.

Oh, no!

It's true. The Great Hall.
So many memories.

My three weddings.
Their three funerals.

- Oh... the funerals.
- A dragon must have gone on a rampage.

I hate to say it, Stoick,
but you're gonna have to...

- I know what has to be done, Gobber.
- So do I.

Starting tonight and every night,

I want all the dragons put in
the Academy under lock and key.

What? That's it?
Look what they did!

This just doesn't make any sense.

A dragon wouldn't just come
in here and destroy the place.

I mean, none of the
food was even touched.

I don't know why
dragons do what they do,

but I'm not gonna let
them do any more damage.

You had to cage the dragons, Stoick.
You had no choice.

I know. But to Hiccup, when I
punish them, I'm punishing him.

Yeah. That boy thinks
the dragons can do no wrong.

I just hope he understands

that when a father does
what's best for his son,

a chief must do what's
best for the village.

♪ Sleep, little Meatlug
in your bed ♪

♪ where yummy little boulders
dance in your head ♪

That usually works.
Our whole bedtime routine is upset.

She won't even lick
my feet, thanks to...

Watch it, Fishlegs.

At least my dragon doesn't
need a lullaby and a blankie.

Actually, it's your fault that all
our dragons have to sleep in jail.

Yeah. You don't see our dragon going
on a rampage and wrecking stuff.

Well, not any good stuff.

I don't think a dragon
wrecked the Great Hall.

- Or stole the boots.
- None of us wants

to believe it either, Hiccup,
but you saw the proof.

What proof? You saw
the footprints too.

They were supposed to
be made by a Zippleback,

but they were no deeper than mine.

Look at these.
I could lie down in them.

Well, there could be a lot of explanations
why a dragon made shallow footprints.

Like, hello!
He was trying to be sneaky.

All right, well, how do
you explain the Great Hall?

Snotlout, do something about him, please.
We're trying to think over here.

Yeah, I gave up thinking.
Never been happier.

- Snotlout!
- I'm not the boss of him.

He always does that when he gets angry.

Or goes on a rampage.

That's how I can explain the Great Hall!
I gotta tell my Dad about this.

Just hear me out, Dad.

When a Monstrous Nightmare gets mad,

his whole body bursts into flames.
Look at these walls.

- Not one single scorch mark.
- Hiccup, until I have solid proof

that it was something else,
the dragons stay where they are.

Fire!

The armory!
Grab some buckets!

Toothless?

It was him!
He set the armory on fire!

Toothless?

Every one of our weapons, gone!

Prudence!
My poor darling. I'm so sorry.

You should have had
a long, bloodletting life.

She didn't have to die, Gobber.

Hiccup's dragon left
us utterly defenseless.

- Aw!
- Oh, no!

- This is awful!
- Dad, you know Toothless wouldn't do this.

Sure, listen to your boy, Stoick.
That's what got us into this mess.

See what happens when you
leave your dragon all alone to wait outside?

- What did you say?
- Sadie!

Oh, I guess your
throat-slicing days are over.

Ahh. These dragons
have done too much damage.

It's no longer safe
to have them on Berk.

- I want them gone.
- What?

Finally!

Round them up, and take
them all to dragon island.

By the end of the day tomorrow,
there will be no more dragons on Berk.

Oh!
What a glorious day that will be.

Party at my house!

It's about time!

Don't forget, boy.
Right after you drop off your dragon,

- you'll be fixing my roof.
- This is wrong.

I know. It's horrible.
It's the worst day of my life.

No, Astrid. Something
here doesn't add up.

All I know is I'm losing my dragon.

For now. Yeah, okay.
But I-I just need time to fix this.

What are you talking
about? It's over.

- Forget it. It's over.
- Yeah. Forget it.

I'm gonna miss you.

Okay, Meatlug.

There's plenty of
rocks if you get hungry,

and don't eat any limestone.

You know it doesn't agree with you.

Be strong, buddy. I know
you're gonna miss me...

Okay.

He's crying.
He's crying on the inside.

I'll be back for you.
I promise.

No, bud. You gotta stay here
and take care of the other dragons.

It's gonna be okay, Toothless.
Trust me.

There's something Mildew said
that I can't stop thinking about.

He said, "see what happens

when you leave your
dragon to wait outside?"

He knew Toothless wasn't with
me just before the armory fire.

- So...
- So he lives on the other side of the island.

What was he doing in town,

and how would he know where
we were before the fire?

You really think he set that fire?

I think he did all of it,
and I think he did it

so my Dad would get
rid of all the dragons.

That's a pretty serious accusation.
How are you gonna prove it?

Wife. Wife.

Wife.

Hmm.

Well, Mildew definitely has a type.

What the...

I'm home, ladies!
Oh! What's that, you say?

Nothing? Perfect.

Hmm.

Ahh, these served us well,
didn't they, Fungus?

Shame we have to get rid of them.

To be continued...