In Marvel Studios Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 our beloved band of misfits are looking a bit different these days. Peter Quill, still reeling from the loss of Gamora, must rally his team around him to defend the universe along with protecting one of their own. A mission that, if not completed successfully, could quite possibly lead to the end of the Guardians as we know them.
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(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHITTERING)
(DOOR OPENS)
(CHITTERING STOPS)
(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHITTERING)
(TENSE MUSIC BUILDING)
(CHITTERING)
(CREEP (ACOUSTIC VERSION) BY RADIOHEAD PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
When you were here before
(SINGING ALONG) Couldn’t look you in the eye
(INHALES)
You’re just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
(MUSIC VOLUME INCREASES)
You float like a feather
(GRUNTS)
In a beautiful world
(GRUNTING)
And wish I was special
Come on, Drax. Dance.
Only idiots dance.
And I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
(LAUGHTER)
What the hell am I doin’ here?
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)
I don’t belong here
(SNIFFLES)
(NASALLY) I want to have control
I want a perfect body
(COSMO GROWLING)
I want a perfect soul
(KRAGLIN GRUNTING)
I want you to notice
When I’m not around
You’re so very special
(SONG CONTINUES ON SPEAKERS)
I wish I was special
(PETER SNORING)
But I’m a creep
Hey! Uh-uh.
(GRUNTS)
(SLURRING) I told you a million times, you keep your grimy raccoon hands off my Zune.
I told you a million times, I’m not a damn raccoon.
But I’m a creep
(PETER THUDS)
When I don’t belong here
Whoa, whoa
(GROOT GASPS)
Again?
Ah, she’s runnin’ out
She run, run, run, run
Whatever makes you happy
(PETER SIGHS)
Whatever you want
I love you, Gamora.
You’re so very special
I wish I was special
But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong here
(SONG ENDS)
So, what are you gonna do about Quill?
Me? Why not you?
I got emotionalistical issues. What am I gonna do?
Why are you on the ceiling?
I wanted to see if these new gravity boots worked on a slope.
(MELLOW ACOUSTIC GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING)
Here we go.
(CROWD CHUCKLES)
(WHISTLING LONG NOTES)
(WHISTLING RHYTHMICALLY)
(COSMO WHIMPERS)
Oh. (LAUGHING)
(CROWD GASPS)
(SIGHS)
Sorry.
COSMO: Bozhe moi, Kraglin.
You must know you will never learn.
You think you could do better?
COSMO: Da.
Davaj.
(ENERGY HUMMING)
(GRUNTS)
(CROWD EXCLAIMING)
(LAUGHING)
KRAGLIN: Telekinesis is cheating!
That’s a stupid little pebble!
I could do that with my dang finger!
You’re a bad dog.
(GRUNTS, WHINES)
COSMO: Do not say that to me.
You are. You’re a bad dog.
COSMO: Take that back.
Come on, that’s not cool.
Nebula, did you hear?
He called me a bad dog,
and he refused to take it back.
I don’t care, Cosmo.
Is Peter okay?
I don’t know.
MANTIS: What are you going to do?
Me? He’s your brother.
It doesn’t matter, he still doesn’t listen to me.
Yeah, he has been pretty mopey ever since Gamora died.
She’s not dead.
She just doesn’t remember anything from the past few years.
Nobody tells me nothing.
Mantis, why don’t you just touch him and, you know, make him happy?
I am Groot?
Dude!
Gross!
No, not like that. Touch him with her powers.
It is wrong to manipulate the feelings of friends.
‘Bout that time you made me fall in love with my sock?
Well, that was funny.
I guess it’s back to one of us touching him the other way.
Maybe we should draw straws.
No one ever meant that, Drax.
(CRAZY ON YOU BY HEART PLAYING)
If we still have time
We might still get by
(SONG CONTINUES ON ZUNE)
Every time I think about it I wanna cry
With bombs and the Devil
And the kids keep comin’
No way to breathe easy
No time to be young
(HUFFS)
But I tell myself
That I was doin’ all right
(GROANING)
There’s nothin’ left To do at night
(RUMBLING)
(GRUNTS, SCREAMING)
(GASPS)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
MAN: What was that?
WOMAN: What was that?
NEBULA: What the hell?
BOY: Oh, my God!
Is he okay?
(ROCKET GROANS)
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
(PANTING)
Hey!
Where did you go, squirrel?
On the ground!
(SCREAMS)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(GRUNTS)
(NEBULA SHOUTS, GROANS)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
PEDDLER: No, stop! Don’t!
Stop, please! No! Stop, please!
Please!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(BOTH CONTINUE GRUNTING)
(GROOT SCREAMING)
(DOOR BEEPS)
Who is that maniac?
Some super douche with ray gun hands, I don’t frickin’ know.
(WHOOSHING)
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS)
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
(WHISTLING LONG NOTES)
(ARROW CLATTERS)
Who threw this thing at me?
(WHIMPERING)
Shut up.
Baby.
(ROCKET GROANS)
(CRACKS)
(CRIES OUT)
(GRUNTS)
(DRAX GRUNTS)
Pick on someone your own size.
(GRUNTING)
(DRAX PANTING)
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
(SPITS)
(YELLS)
MANTIS: Peter!
(GASPING FOR AIR)
Peter!
We need Med-Paks!
(ROCKET CHOKING)
(SCREAMS)
(METALS CLICKING)
Nebula!
(GRUNTS)
Piss off.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(BOTH STRAINING)
(ENERGY CHARGES UP)
(GRUNTING)
Ooh.
(CROWD GASPS)
(CRYING) Rocket.
(CHOKING)
(SWORD SLICES FLESH)
(CROWD GASPS)
(SIZZLING)
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(BREATHES HEAVILY) That hurts.
What a pity.
(CROWD EXCLAIMS)
(WHEEZING)
(MED-PAKS CHARGING UP)
(BONES CRACK)
(MANTIS GROANS)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
(GROANING)
MANTIS: No!
All I did was activate the Med-Paks!
Get them off! Now!
(PANTING)
(SOLEMN CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(PEOPLE CRYING)
(DISTANT WHOOSHING)
Oh, hell.
We need to get him to the Med-Bay!
It was destroyed. There’s one on the ship.
(MACHINE BUZZING)
(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)
MAN: Lill ol od for today.
Stitch him up and transfer him in with the rest of Batch 89.
(GRUNTS)
(DOOR BEEPS)
(GRIM MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRUNTS)
(ANIMAL WHINES IN DISTANCE)
(SHUDDERS)
It’s okay.
You’re here with us now.
Hey! It’s a new guy.
What kind of thing are you?
You’ve got, like, a mask on your face.
RABBIT: Mask, eyes, face, mouth, does it words?
It’s okay, friend. Don’t let them scare you.
(SHUDDERS)
Hurts.
(WINCES)
It’s okay.
You’re gonna be okay.
PETER: A kill switch?
A device set to destruct if anyone goes poking around inside him, or even if we use the Med-Paks.
And why would Rocket have a kill switch?
Apparently, someone considers him proprietary technology and sent that golden lunatic to get him.
So, he’ll die if we operate on him?
And he’ll die if we don’t.
There has to be some way to bypass it.
NEBULA: It looks like there’s a passkey that could override the kill switch.
What do we know about where Rocket came from?
He won’t talk about it.
Much of the tech was developed by a company called OrgoCorp.
And there’s a code on all of it, 89P13.
He’s got maybe 48 hours.
Where are you going?
OrgoCorp have to have records, right?
Maybe they’ll have a way for us to override the kill switch and save Rocket.
They won’t just give us that information.
Well, that’s why we’re gonna break in.
We kill anyone who gets in our way!
PETER: Not kill anyone.
DRAX: Kill a few people.
Kill no people.
Kill one guy, one stupid guy who no one loves.
Now you’re just making it sad.
(ENGINES START)
Kraglin, Cosmo, I need you to keep watch over Knowhere till we’re back. Couple of days, tops.
Aye, Cap’n.
COSMO: Aye, comrade.
Take back what you said, that I’m a bad dog.
Nope.
COSMO: I know you don’t really think I am a bad dog.
Can you please take it back?
I will not.
(COSMO GROANS DRAMATICALLY)
I located the coordinates for OrgoCorp.
I think I have a contact near there.
Maybe they can help us get in.
Contact him.
Let’s go save our friend.
(SINCE YOU BEEN GONE BY RAINBOW PLAYING)
I get the same old dreams
Same time every night
Fall to the ground
And I wake up
So I get out of bed
Put on my shoes and in my head
(ANIMALS LAUGHING)
Thoughts fly back
To the break-up
These four walls
Are closing in
(LAUGHING CONTINUES)
Look at the fix
You’ve put me in
(OTTER CHEERS)
(LAUGHING)
Since you been gone
No, no, no.
Since you been gone
I’m out of my head
Can’t take it
Could I be wrong
But since you been gone
You cast the spell
So break it
(RABBIT SQUEALS)
(LAUGHTER)
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
(ALL LAUGHING HEARTILY)
It’s good to have friends.
Since you been gone
(GROANS)
Oh, my poor baby.
(GROANS) It hurts.
Do you have it?
He does not, sire.
I tried to warn you, High Evolutionary.
These Guardians are more powerful than you think.
Or perhaps you simply overestimate your own value, High Priestess.
No doubt a flaw of some type in my own design.
I created you lot as merely an aesthetic experiment.
Beautiful numbskulls.
But your egos have run wild. Say, “Ah.”
Ah.
And this one was meant to be the Warlock, the apogee of their people.
You removed Adam from his cocoon early, my liege.
He’s still a child.
No, there’s something wrong with him even outside all that.
Yes, there’s something wrong with me!
I was stabbed, you extraordinary phallus!
(GROANS)
He doesn’t know any better.
We shall do whatever you require, my liege.
You knew of 89P13’s existence for years without alerting me.
That’s not what I require!
(CONTINUES GROANING)
(WHISPERING) I’m sorry, my liege.
Find 89P13 and return it to me, or I will destroy your entire civilization, as is my right as your maker.
Do you understand?
(GROANING HEAVILY)
Do you understand?
Yes, sire.
Toodle-do.
(GRUNTS)
How did 89P13 survive after all these years, Theel?
It was always clever, sire.
Yes, that’s exactly why I want it now.
Of course.
Its brain.
That is the only reason, sire.
But are you really trusting the Sovereign to retrieve it?
They’re merely a backup.
I believe I know where they’re going.
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(DEEP RUMBLING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)
NEBULA: It’s bio-formed.
Instead of being built, it’s grown from living matter.
The structure is surrounded by three impenetrable plasmic security shields.
It’s not going to be easy to break into this place, Star-Lord.
Doesn’t have to be easy.
I was a professional thief, remember?
I’ll jam the signals one at a time.
She calls me Star-Lord when she’s mad at me.
She’s always mad at everyone.
(MACHINE HISSES)
It’s because I was drunk.
She’s right.
If I hadn’t been drinking, maybe Rocket… I’m sorry.
It’s okay. He’s your best friend.
Second best friend.
Everyone around me dies. My mother, Yondu, Gamora.
Gamora isn’t dead.
She is to us. You want a Zarg-Nut?
(SIGHS) Thank you.
(CRUNCHING)
(POWERS UP)
First shield set.
Three, two, one.
Peter.
What?
You had family on Earth, and you never wanted to go back to see them?
No, you’re my sister.
That’s all the family I want or need.
Besides, it was really just my grandpa, okay?
He was a pretty hard guy.
(DEVICE BEEPS)
Still. Don’t you think he…
What?
You were abducted by Ravagers the same day he lost his daughter.
Oh, yeah, he was upset.
My mom died, he screamed in my face, he pushed me out of the room!
He was probably just trying to protect you.
What are you talking about?
What?
I’m talking about the people in my life who died, and you’re talking about this?
Second shield set.
NEBULA: (ON SPEAKERS) Three, two, one.
MANTIS: I’m only saying,
you’ve never even gone to see if he’s okay.
He could still be alive.
My grandpa? He’d be, like, 90-something years old.
So he could still be alive.
People on Earth die when they’re, like, 50.
They die when they’re 50?
I don’t know. Something like that.
What’s even the point of being born?
Exactly!
Are you about to die?
I’m not 50!
(MACHINE BEEPS)
The point is, I wasn’t talking about any of this.
Third shield set.
NEBULA: Three, two, one.
MANTIS: Well, not everything is about what you are talking about.
And I’m only saying you are upset because so many of the people you cared about have left you…
(BEEPS)
…but you also left someone.
And maybe I wanted a Zarg-Nut!
It’s too late. They’re all gone.
(DRAX CRUNCHING)
(ELEVATOR RATTLES, THUDS)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
Why didn’t we go through?
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
We did. It’s not the shield.
Oh, hell.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Ravagers.
WOMAN: (ON SPEAKER) Hey, guys, you’re about to be boarded by the United Ravagers.
You can surrender and turn over any stuff worth anything and live…
(CLANGING)
…or you can die.
Totes up to you.
(WHOOSHING)
(RAVAGERS GRUNTING AND GROWLING)
(PETER GASPS)
(CREATURE WHINES)
(RAVAGER CACKLES)
(RAVAGERS CACKLING)
(DRAX GASPING)
Drax, no, no, no, Drax!
Mwah.
Guys, it’s me,
Peter Quill, I’m one of you, remember?
Hold on! We have an appointment!
We have an appointment.
With who?
With Gamora.
With Gamora.
What?
GAMORA: You’re early.
(RAVAGERS GRUNTING)
(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYS)
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS DEEPER)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
What are these?
OrgoCorp uniforms.
You’re gonna have to wear these to move through the Orgo without attracting attention.
This isn’t my color.
What did you say?
It clashes with my eyes.
(RAVAGERS LAUGHING)
Put it on!
Nebula, why would you not tell me that you’ve been in contact with Gamora?
Because I didn’t want you to get freaked out.
(HIGH-PITCHED) Freaked out how?
Like that.
(NORMAL TONE) Let me in there.
I don’t wanna be trapped out here, I can’t…
(DOOR SHUTS)
Gamora, we are grateful for your help.
Oh, I’m not doing this out of the kindness of my heart.
I’m doing this for the hundred thousand units my sister promised.
(RAVAGERS LAUGH)
So, you’re a Ravager now?
Put on the uniform.
Never pictured you as the Ravager type.
Who are you again?
(GAMORA SCOFFS)
Oh, man.
OrgoCorp is in possession of some of the most advanced cybergenetic IP in the galaxy, so they’re heavily guarded by the deadly Orgosentries.
Now, I know you don’t have documentation to dock, so you’re gonna have to get in there on your own.
Once in, Gamora is gonna lead you to the records, where maybe you can find the passkey to override the kill switch and help you save the hedgehog.
But if you get into trouble, we will not be able to bail you out.
(ROCKET BREATHING HEAVILY)
(MACHINES BEEPING)
(SOFT CHORAL MUSIC PLAYS)
HIGH EVOLUTIONARY: Yes.
Yes, of course. Brilliant.
His functioning has skyrocketed.
That’s correct, P13.
Very good.
That’s the new world.
Counter-Earth.
Where the experiments will go once they’re ready.
It blue.
That’s the sky.
Sky.
Rocket.
Yes, it is.
What sounds?
(SOFT CHORAL MUSIC CONTINUES)
That’s music.
We like it?
(CHUCKLES) We do.
This recording is over 5,000 years old.
“Mö Ergastee Förn, Mo Ergalone Förn Nort.”
Which, translated, is, “Be not as you are, but as you should be.”
It’s our sacred mission, to take the cacophony of sounds around us and turn it into a song.
To take an imperfect clump of biological matter such as you and transform it into something perfect.
And we’re halfway there, aren’t we?
Come with me, P13.
I’d like to show you something.
We have but a single quest, to create the perfect species and the perfect society.
You, P13, are part of Batch 89.
But here with Batch 90, I’ve developed a process by which I can guide any organism through millions of years of programmed evolutionary changes in a moment.
(DOOR BEEPS)
(DIALS CLICK)
(MACHINE POWERS UP)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
(SCREECHES)
(MACHINE HUMS)
(CREATURE SCREECHING)
(MACHINE POWERS DOWN)
(GRUNTS)
(ROARS)
(YELPS)
See, now, there’s the rub.
(MUFFLED ROARING)
For some reason, these specimens are also over-producing loligo beta-microseminoprotein in their systems, causing them to be, well…
Violent. We don’t like it.
A utopia can’t have its denizens murdering one another, can it?
It can’ts.
Can’t.
Can’t.
Theel.
(MACHINE WHOOSHES)
They’re programmed to be peaceful. Like you.
But for some reason, it’s not catching.
Hyptonic filters.
What?
They’s suppressaliting the glycosylated saltses.
And then boop-boop-boop, halfcystine residual be formin’, and then, they make, um…
What do you say?
Loligo beta-microseminoproteins.
Yeah, thems.
And then, angry turtleses.
Huh.
(IN THE MEANTIME BY SPACEHOG PLAYING)
Woo ooh ooh ooh ooh Oooh ooooh
Woo ooh ooh ooh ooh Oooh ooooh
Woo ooh ooh ooh ooh Oooh ooooh
There. That’s the decompression chamber.
Lock in.
(IN THE MEANTIME BY SPACEHOG CONTINUES)
And in the end
We shall achieve in time
The thing they call divine
When all the stars
Will smile for me
PETER: Go.
When all is well
And well is all for all
And forever after
Well, maybe in the meantime
Wait and see
We love the all
The all of you
Where lands are green
And skies are blue
When all in all
We’re just like you
Activate gravity boots and gloves.
(SONG STOPS ABRUPTLY)
(COMMS BEEP)
And when I cry for me I cry for you
Nebula, go.
For all the days You’ve still to come
(POWERS UP)
And did I ever say I’d never play
(LIQUID BUBBLING)
Or fly toward the sun
Maybe in the meantime
Something’s wrong
We love the all
The all of you
Where lands are green
And skies are blue
(SONG STOPS ABRUPTLY)
(COMMS BEEP)
So, you really don’t remember anything?
Like what?
‘Bout your time with us.
No.
Huh. We were…
We weren’t anything.
You and me…
That person was some alternate future version of me.
It wasn’t me.
We loved each other.
I don’t think so.
I know you don’t remember any of it.
You were everything to me.
And I miss you… so much.
And, maybe… maybe, if you open yourself up to it.. there’s a possibility…
I don’t think so, Quinn.
Quill.
Quill.
I don’t think so.
Well, what I’m trying to say…
Peter, you know this is an open line, right?
What?
We’re listening to everything you’re saying.
And it is painful.
And you’re just telling me now?
We were hoping it would stop on its own.
But I switched it over to private!
What color button did you push?
Blue, for the blue suit!
Oh, no!
Blue is the open line for everyone.
Orange is for blue.
What?
Black is for orange, yellow is for green, green is for red, and red is for yellow.
DRAX: No. Yellow is for yellow, green is for red, red is for green.
I don’t think so.
Try it then.
Hello!
(FEEDBACK)
(GROANS)
You were right.
How the hell am I supposed to know all of that?
Seems intuitive.
Can we get back to saving our friend?
Get that jammer ready to change the shield.
(DEVICE BEEPS)
(PLOPS)
(ELECTRICAL THRUMMING)
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
(ALARM BEEPING)
(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GRUNTING)
Guys?
I mean, you wanna talk about a sweet ride?
The acceleration will crush your spine.
It’s got that brand-new fusalix core.
You know what I’m talking about?
Oh, yeah.
Really? ‘Cause I just made that up.
Oh, I thought you said somethin’ else.
Master Karja.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
No, you didn’t.
I… I did.
Master Karja, there appears to be a physical breach in the white wing somewhere.
Could it be a glitch?
FEMALE SECURITY: Maybe.
(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(STRAINING)
I’m accessing the eye.
I’ll see if I can locate it.
(GRUNTS)
(DRAX PANTING)
(SHIELD HUMS)
(PETER GRUNTS)
(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(GRAVITY POWERS DOWN)
(ALL GRUNT)
There’s some sort of anomaly in the decompression chamber. Best you check it out, Master.
On it.
(HELMET HISSES)
Hurry.
(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(WEAPONS POWERING UP)
(GRUNTING)
Where do we put these?
Here! Hide them in this locker until we leave.
Hurry!
(MUSIC BUILDING)
(DOOR HUMS)
(MUSIC HALTS)
(ALL PANTING)
What the hell was that, guys?
What, are you kidding me?
What?
A neutro-quark just hit the satellite.
It’s burning a hole through the wall.
You geniuses, you just throw the door open without any proper precautionary procedure?
What procedure, bro?
Oh! You want us to read the manual for you too, bro?
You could have killed everyone in the wing!
Exactly! You idiots!
I’m angry too!
(SOFTLY) Oh, no.
DRAX: I mean, can’t you see these authentic mechanic uniforms that we’re wearing on our bodies?
That blend in with some of our skin-tones better than others?
PETER: Excuse my friend.
He is the boss’ nephew. He’s a little…
Oh. Oh.
Yeah. I… I got one of those too.
I mean, this one? This one I love.
I’m so proud.
You’re doing great. So proud of you.
But this one, I just…
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS)
Everything he does drives me crazy.
Yeah.
I thought you said something else.
Shut up.
I swear I’m gonna throttle him.
I’m gonna go to jail for murder.
I am.
(GASPS)
How’d you guys get here so fast?
I’ll be honest with you, we just happened in before it burned all the way through, thankfully.
Ah. Good thing you were here.
All right, guys, wrap it up.
(COMMS BEEPS)
Looks like we’re all clear here.
(MANTIS CHOKES)
Our spacesuits!
(GAMORA GROANS)
You threw them in the contamination bin.
It expels stuff into space the moment you shut the door.
That would have been helpful information three minutes ago.
(SHOUTS) Damn it, Mantis, why don’t you ever think?
Are we pretending to be angry again?
Mantis, you asshole!
Guys, just focus for two seconds.
We’ll find another way out of here.
Right now, we need to save Rocket’s life.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(SIGHS) Nebula, Quinn, and I will get to the records and get the passkey.
Bug and Doofus, access the spaceport through the elevator so Tree can land and get us out of here.
Apologies.
No problem.
Go.
Not my fault I don’t know something if no one ever tells me.
I didn’t even wanna come here.
I’m gonna need to see your…
You’re hopelessly in love with him.
Oh, no.
(PLAYFUL MUSIC PLAYS)
Hey.
Hey.
How you doin’ today?
I’m all right. (SIGHS)
What was… What was your name again?
Drax the Destroyer.
Oh.
That is such a lovely name.
(SNORTS)
Oh.
I’ll get the door for you.
(BEEPS)
I’ll be here when you come back out, okay?
Sure.
Every single time.
(GRUNTS PLAYFULLY)
(DRAX SIGHS)
My name is Bletelsnort.
HOST: (ON SPEAKERS) Welcome to OrgoCorp headquarters.
For over 300 years, OrgoCorp has been producing cybernetic implants and genetic upgrades across the universe under the watchful eye of the High Evolutionary.
That warning we got today, don’t those two match the description?
Attention, all Or go sentries,
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
That manager should have access to the records.
If the passkey is here, she can get it for us.
All right. I’ll handle this one.
How?
Pure Star-Lord charm.
I’m excited for you that you get to see this again for the first time.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS)
(PETER CLEARS THROAT)
Hi, Yura.
Ura.
Oh. Ura.
URA: Hi.
Hi, my name’s Patrick Swayze.
I’ve been noticing you for quite a while, and the way that you smile to yourself when you think nobody is looking, it makes my every day a bit brighter.
We need your hand. And it’s your choice whether it’s on your body or not.
What are you doing?
She was never gonna fall for that.
Dude, she was totally into me, man!
I kind of thought you were a douche bag.
Oh, come on.
We need a file.
What file?
89P13.
Could that be something?
No.
Then your use to us is over.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
It sounds like a species tag.
Show us!
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
HOST: All of our research supports the High Evolutionary’s altruistic objective of creating a utopian society.
DRAX: That must be the spaceport.
(DIGITAL TRILLING)
NEBULA: Whoa.
What is all this?
Species patented over the years using OrgoCorp tech.
Every species OrgoCorp has created has its own individual file.
I’m so sorry about this.
Listen to me, this is not the kind of thing we do.
Oh, please, stop it with the subtle jabs!
Old you would have never done this.
You had a purpose higher than yourself.
A calling to help people.
Give me a break.
That’s why you left Thanos and formed the Guardians.
Except, I didn’t form the Guardians.
PETER: Sheesh.
And I barely left Thanos.
Whoever it was that you were in love with, it wasn’t me.
It sounds more like her.
Her?
What?
That’s ridiculous!
Do not bring me into this.
Don’t even…
(LAUGHS FORCEFULLY)
Knock it off!
What?
Don’t look at me like a lost puppy needing a soft place to lie down.
I didn’t say anything!
I just never noticed how black your eyes were.
They were replaced by my father as a method of torture.
He… He picked a pretty set.
There.
That’s the file for 89P13.
Heads up, heads up!
GAMORA: Ugh.
PETER: (SOFTLY) Okay.
(SOFTLY) What?
(ALARM BLARING)
(GAMORA GASPS)
(ENGINES WHIRRING)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, no.
Walk!
ORGOSENTRY: Move it, move it!
(ORGOSENTRIES TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
Stand down!
Drax, we should make a run for it.
Or we could fight.
Run.
Fight.
Run!
Fight!
Take ’em!
(GROANS)
(GRUNTING)
What are we gonna do?
(GUNS COCK)
I got a plan.
What is it?
All of you, come with me… (GRUNTS)
Everybody, lower your weapons, or I blow this woman’s brains out!
That’s the plan?
You’re a kitty cat.
Meow.
(GRUNTING)
You feel like dancing.
Violent rage.
(SCREAMING)
(RAPID GUNFIRE)
Lower your weapons!
Let’s kill that one that looks like a carrot to show we mean business.
God! Past Gamora’s just mean!
She was always like that, and yet, I was the bad guy.
We are not killing anyone!
Back off!
Groot, bring the Bowie to us. Now.
(SIGHS IN RELIEF)
(ELEVATOR MUSIC PLAYING)
I’m so sorry about this, Ura.
Oh, please.
We’re here to save the life of our friend, that is all.
We paid her to help us get in and get out.
You’d think that’d mean, “Oh, I’m gonna help you do it in a way that no one knows it’s happening.”
But no, what she means is, “I’m gonna shoot people. Threaten people’s lives.”
Shut up!
And I know you’re probably asking, why would I trust her?
Well, that’s a good question.
The answer is, we used to be in love.
Yeah. She was my girlfriend, only she doesn’t remember it, because it wasn’t her.
Because her dad threw her off a magic cliff and she died, and then I lost my temper and nearly destroyed half the universe.
Then she came back, out of the past.
And there she is.
Everyone else who died in the past stayed dead, not her.
Why? Was it the magic cliff? I don’t know.
I’m not some fricking Infinity Stone scientist.
Just some dumb-ass Earth dude who met a girl, fell in love, that girl died, and then came back a total dick.
He left out some important information, but that is the gist of it.
(URA WHIMPERS)
(SCREAMS)
(ORGOSENTRIES GRUNTING)
Get to the security hub!
Okay!
(ORGOSENTRIES GROANING)
(DRAX GRUNTING)
(ORGOSENTRIES YELPING)
Everybody, down on the floor, or we blow your brains out!
Hey, hey, hey, we don’t want any…
(GASPS)
SECURITY: No! Oh, my God
Oh, my God! No!
(SCREAMING)
Come on! Would you please stop doing that?
(CONTINUES SCREAMING)
(PANTS)
(REASONS BY EARTH, WIND & FIRE PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)
(GRUNTS)
Now, I’m craving your body
Is this real
Temperature’s rising
I don’t want to feel
I’m in the wrong place
To be real
(DRAX GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS)
Yeah! (LAUGHING)
Hey!
And I’m longing to love you
Just for a night
(DRAX GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(GASPS)
(GROANING)
Run.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SQUELCHING)
(GRUNTING)
(DRAX BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GUN COCKS)
(SLOW DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(MANTIS GRUNTS)
(GUNSHOTS)
(GRUNTS)
(CRIES OUT)
Drax!
(CHOKES, COUGHING)
Get on the ground and show me your hands now.
(MANTIS GASPS)
(BREATH TREMBLING)
(BREATH SHUDDERS)
PETER: Ura?
Please listen to me.
We need to get out of here with this to save my best friend’s life.
If you could get us into the system of those sentries out there, they are good people, like you. I’m certain of it.
And if I just had an opportunity to speak to them…
They’re corporate shills, you idiot.
They’re not gonna listen to you.
They will listen if I speak to them from my heart.
Ura.
Please.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHIMES)
BLETELSNORT: Hey!
(MENACING MUSIC PLAYS)
(PETER MUTTERS)
Come out now!
Damn it!
(GUNS FIRING)
(CRIES OUT)
You are in.
Tell them your truth.
Yeah, I’m not that big of an idiot.
I just needed to get into the system.
Move it.
(REASONS BY WIND, EARTH & FIRE RESUMES)
(ORGOSENTRIES SCREAMING)
Told you she was into me.
I am Groot?
Yeah, that looked cool.
(SONG STOPS)
RABBIT: Is sky?
OTTER: No.
That’s not sky, that’s a ceiling.
But sire’s making a new world for all of us, and when we get there, there will be sky, and it will be beautiful and forever.
Wow.
Whoa.
Whoa.
I have been thinking.
‘Bout what?
Oh, nothing in particular.
But I thought, since you guys are my closest friends, and my only friends, you might be interested in knowing that I have been thinking.
That’s cool.
I’ve been thinking, too, about something more singular.
When sire moves us to the new world, we’re gonna need names.
I mean, 89Q12, it’s not really a name, so I would like my name to be… Lylla.
Lylla.
Lylla.
RABBIT: Lylla.
That’s a pretty name, Lylla.
Thank you.
I think my name shall be Teefs, because, although we all do have them, mine are definitely the most prominent. (LAUGHS)
(CHUCKLES) Teefs.
Teefs.
Lylla.
Teefs.
(LYLLA AND TEEFS LAUGH)
RABBIT: Me be called Floor, because me is lying on floor.
You’re lying on a floor, so your name is Floor?
(ALL LAUGHING)
FLOOR: Yes!
Floor.
YOUNG ROCKET: Floor.
What about you, friend?
Someday, I’m gonna make great machines that fly, and me and my friends are gonna go fl yin’ together into the forever and beautiful sky.
Lylla, and Teefs, and Floor, and me…
Rocket.
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
FLOOR: Rocket.
It really is good to have friends.
Yeah.
(HUMMING)
RECORDER: (ON HOLOGRAM) Start the incision here.
(BABY ROCKET SCREECHING)
(MANTIS CRYING)
RECORDER: Keep calm.
Hold it still.
THEEL: I can’t!
It won’t stop moving.
(MANTIS CONTINUES CRYING)
Why did he never tell us about any of this?
This is worse than what Thanos did to me.
Well, what about the passkey? is it there?
No. But a file was removed today.
Downloaded and deleted, a million characters in length.
The biometrics say it was this man. Recorder B2H6.
I saw this guy outside of records today.
GROOT: Hmm.
Looks like one of the High Evolutionary’s recorders.
The High Evolutionary?
The founder of OrgoCorp?
OrgoCorp is just a way to fund his experiments that lie outside intergalactic laws.
He’s created whole societies.
Xeronians, the Ani-Men, the Sovereign.
The Sovereign?
Corners of the universe consider him God.
I am Groot.
NEBULA: Yes.
Yes, what? That he’s Groot?
He said maybe this man downloaded the passkey into the computer on his head.
Huh?
NEBULA: That could store the passkey.
We find him, we save Rocket.
The High Evolutionary’s coordinates.
Put the coordinates in the nav.
Wait a minute.
Are you kidding me?
What he wants is that gutted badger in the Med-Bay, and you’re gonna bring it straight to him?
It’s almost certainly a trap.
Trap isn’t a trap if you know the trap is trying to trap you. It’s a face-off.
A face-off is a trap if you’re facing off against a guy a thousand times more powerful than you.
Do you know who the High Evolutionary is?
Yeah, he’s some dickhead who dissected my best friend.
Second best.
The High Evolutionary isn’t someone you wanna think about messing with.
We won’t think about it when we do it.
You know what? I don’t care!
Just drop me off with the Ravagers, and you go do whatever it is that you wanna do.
We don’t have time for this.
I’m not asking you. Drop me off with my people now!
“Your people”? The Ravagers aren’t your people.
I’m a damn Ravager. You aren’t.
Listen, I know you were always looking for a family. Okay?
But my Gamora, the one I loved, she didn’t find it with a group of criminals, she found it with us.
People who care about you.
I know that’s who you still are.
Somewhere inside of you…
(SCREAMS)
(PETER GRUNTS)
What are you so afraid of in your self that I need to be something for you?
I don’t give a shit about your Gamora.
Life made me me!
I have a few upgrades courtesy of that gutted badger in the Med-Bay, and we are not risking his life to make yours more convenient.
I’m family.
So is he.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
Screw you.
Screw all of you.
(PORTAL PULSING)
Found him on the outskirts of the first shield, pirating supply ships.
(WHIMPERS)
I do appreciate this, good sir.
And I appreciate your generous contribution to the Orgosentry retirement fund.
Your associate, a Zehoberei named Gamora, where is she now?
You ain’t getting nothing from me.
Oh, we’ll see about that, won’t we?
Adam.
Adam.
Yes, Mother?
Show him we mean business.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS)
(CRUNCHING)
(ENERGY CHARGES UP)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
(SCREAMING)
(CRACKLING AND SCREAMING STOP)
(GRUNTS)
I said show him we mean business, not disintegrate him!
What more business could we have shown him?
But now he’s of no use to us!
Well, let’s just question the man’s friend.
HIGH PRIESTESS: Friend? You think that’s a friend?
It’s an animal!
(WHIMPERING)
He looks sad.
I really don’t enjoy
how that’s making me feel, actually.
(SIGHS)
(LAUGHING)
Your friend’s a moron.
(GROANS)
I got one of those too. I get it.
GAMORA: (ON COMMS) Outpost? This is Gamora, you there?
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Fitz-Gibbonok.
Come in.
(BLOWS)
(SIZZLING)
GAMORA: (ON COMMS) Outpost, come in.
Yes, (CLEARS THROAT) Gamora.
Salutations.
May I help?
Well, I need you guys to come pick me up.
I’m gonna upload the location-link to the craft I’m on.
Oh, I think we can arrange that.
(MACHINE CHIRPS)
(DO YOU REALIZE BY THE FLAMING LIPS PLAYING)
Do you realize
That you have the most
Beautiful face?
Do you realize
We’re floating in space?
Do you realize
You need to say to him exactly what I told you to say.
Why don’t you just say it?
No one ever listens to me.
(MANTIS GRUNTS)
Do you realize
(DRAX CLEARS THROAT)
That everyone…
(MUSIC CONTINUES SOFTLY ON EARPHONES)
Quill, life is a pond, and you’ve spent your entire life leaping from woman to woman as if they’re lily pads upon this great pond.
Perhaps, what you need to do, Quill, is learn to swim.
That actually made sense.
Yes, it made sense.
No, I mean, that’s sort of an analogy.
And I didn’t know that you were capable of that type of thought.
I know lots of analogies, Quill.
Analogies, metaphors, et cetera.
For instance, Gamora’s head is like a lily pad because it is green.
Analogy.
And also stupid-looking and flappy.
Flappy?
Because her skin is made of a leaf.
Metaphor.
Is it?
Yesterday, I made a poop shaped like a fish.
Even my butt is capable of making an analogy.
Oh.
(ALARMS BEEPING)
(GROANING)
PETER: What’s happening?
NEBULA: The fluid is in his lungs.
HIGH EVOLUTIONARY: (SHOUTING) P13?
P13.
THEEL: Sire.
HIGH EVOLUTIONARY: P13!
THEEL: My lord, might I suggest that we…
Must…
Ooh. Ooh.
THEEL: Sire was in the middle of his treatments when we had a breakthrough with Batch 92.
Perhaps then we should resume tomorrow, yes?
“We shall resume tomorrow,” no!
P13!
Oh. Ooh.
There you are.
(WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)
(PANTING)
Hello.
(YOUNG ROCKET GROANING)
(GRUNTS)
How did you know about the microseminoproteins, P13?
(EMOTIONAL OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(JOEY WHIMPERS)
(SQUEAKING)
(MACHINE POWERING UP)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
(MUFFLED GLASS THUDDING)
What happened in there?
Why?
How did you know, P13?
Uh, it was too little filtration…
In the hypotonic, yes, we know, we fixed that.
(SCREAMING) But how did you know?
I made you!
How did you know?
Because it worked.
(EMOTIONAL OPERATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
It… It worked.
Their rage is gone.
We have the peaceful creatures we always sought, ready to inhabit the new world.
We’re going to the new world?
Oh.
We?
Look at you.
As if you were cobbled together by fat-fingered children.
How could you be part of a perfect species?
You’re simply a medley of mistakes we could learn from and apply to the creatures that truly mattered.
Batch 89 was never meant for the new world, P13.
You could figure out the complex workings of cytoplasmic filtration systems, but you couldn’t figure out that?
But that brain.
That, I’d like to study further.
(SIGHS)
Prep it for surgery and removal in the morning.
What about the rest of Batch 89, sire?
(OPERATIC MUSIC OUTRO PLAYING)
Incinerate them.
(MACHINE BEEPING)
He’s dying. We need that passkey.
(ROCKET WHEEZING)
We don’t have long.
(COMMS CHIMES)
MANTIS: (ON COMMS) We’ve arrived.
(WE CARE A LOT BY FAITH NO MORE PLAYING)
We care a lot
That looks just like… home.
We care a lot
About disasters, fires
Floods and killer bees
PETER: It’s like a replica of Earth.
It makes no sense.
Atmosphere is habitable. Gravity’s Xandar minus one.
We care a lot
About disease, baby, rock Hudson, rock, yeah!
Oh, it’s a dirty job
But someone’s gotta do it
Oh, it’s a dirty job
But someone’s gotta do it
We care a lot
We care a lot
We care a lot
About the gamblers
And the pushers and the geeks
We care a lot
About the smack and crack
And whack that hits the streets
PETER: Hello.
We mean you no harm.
(CROWD MURMURING)
(CHILD GIGGLES)
(CHILD YELPS)
(CROWD GASPS)
(YELLING IN ORBOSE)
Listen to me, he was just trying to throw her back her ball.
Ow!
(LAUGHS)
Hey!
PETER: Ow, ow.
(CROWD SHOUTING ANGRILY)
Come on! There’s no reason…
(CRIES OUT)
Hey, hey.
Groot, full Kaiju!
PETER: Not full Kaiju!
(IN DEEP VOICE) I am
Groot!
PETER: Back up.
No, not Kaiju!
Groot, down!
There’s no reason to be afraid.
(GROWLING)
Get down, Groot!
Everybody, it’s okay. It’s okay.
Hey. Hey, hi.
We’re not here to harm you.
Okay.
See? Here.
For your knee.
We just need to save our friend.
HIGH PRIESTESS: Filthy. It doesn’t belong here.
(GROWLING SOFTLY)
I will train it in the ways of the Sovereign.
(SLURPING)
I will train him not to do that.
It’s an act of blasphemy even having it here.
Kill it. Now.
I am the Warlock, Mum, and I am done with being ordered around.
Gamora is here.
Which means the squirrel is also.
To save ourselves, we must bring it to the High Evolutionary before his own people do.
(KOINU NO CARNIVAL (FROM MINUTE WALTZ) BY EHAMIC PLAYS)
(ALL SPEAKING IN ORBOSE)
(YELLING IN ORBOSE)
(VAMPIRE BAT WOMAN YELLING IN ORBOSE)
(MUSIC STOPS)
Yeah, yeah, sit.
Let’s sit. Okay.
(VAMPIRE BAT WOMAN GROANS)
(MUFFLED CHATTER)
(SIGHS)
I am Groot.
It’s not rude. It’s what it’s here for.
Drax, sit up!
Idiot.
(SIGHS)
Thank you.
(RESPONDS IN ORBOSE)
(LOUDLY) Thank you.
(RESPONDS IN ORBOSE)
Our friend…
He’s dying.
Uh…
We love our friend.
But he is dying.
(IMITATES CHOKING)
That’s not dying, that’s already dead.
They’ll think he’s already dead.
They’ll think we’re here on a quest for revenge.
Drax, sit up.
That’s what it’s here for!
PETER: Drax, it isn’t.
It’s made for people to sit shoulder to shoulder right next to each other.
Get your boots off her pillows.
I find it hard to believe it doesn’t have multiple purposes!
I’m sorry. My friend is a dumb-ass.
(GRUNTS LIGHTLY)
That’s the same as your dying.
Why do you criticize everything?
Well, why is it oblong then?
It was a totally different sound.
No, it wasn’t. (GRUNTS) Dying. (GRUNTS) Dumbass.
See? It’s the same.
All right, guys!
Can I proceed, please, to try to save our friend?
Drax, I see you!
(GROANS)
I understand that none of this makes any sense to you right now.
We need your help in finding a man.
Uh, I’m gonna… I’m gonna draw.
I’m gonna draw the man that we’re looking for.
Like this.
You see the thing on her head?
He has a thing like this.
That is delightful. Mm.
There you go.
Have you seen this man?
That’s very good.
Can I have that later to hang in my apartment, please?
Yeah. Thank you.
Mowtio.
His name… His name is “Mowtio”?
Eo, eo. Uh…
(YELLS IN ORBOSE)
(CROWD MUTTERING)
Mowtios-ek lolo.
Many mowtios.
Oh.
There?
Oh.
At the pyramid.
Oh.
Is that your car in the driveway?
VAMPIRE BAT WOMAN: Oh. -Eo. (SIGHS)
Drax, stay here with Rocket.
Watch him. That’s who they’re coming for.
I wanna come.
No.
Mantis, watch Drax.
Groot, you know what to do with these.
(NEBULA GRUNTING)
Push down on it.
What?
Push it down.
I am pushing down on it.
Push the button.
It looks like you’re pushing the keyhole.
NEBULA: The what?
There’s a button under the handle, press that in.
(GRUNTS)
(BUTTON CLICKS)
Okay. Now what?
Open the fucking door.
(GROWLS) That is a stupid design, and your instructions were very unclear.
Let’s get that passkey and save our friend.
(PEOPLE SCREAM)
(NEBULA GRUNTS)
(ENGINE REVS)
I was eight years old when I left Earth, okay?
Why would I know any more about driving one of these things than you do?
Don’t see you volunteering.
You want me to drive?
No.
I’ll drive.
I don’t want you to drive. I got this.
(ENGINE REVVING)
(NEBULA GRUNTING)
(KOINU NO CARNIVAL PLAYING ON CAR RADIO)
(TIRES SCREECH)
(TIRES SCREECH)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(TIRES SQUEAL)
(CAR THUDS)
(OBJECT CLATTERING)
(I’M ALWAYS CHASING RAINBOWS BY ALICE COOPER PLAYS ON ZUNE)
(ROCKET WHEEZING)
Just a wild goose chase
And my dreams
Have all been denied
(CAP CLATTERS)
Why have I always
Been a failure
What can the reason be
You must be a really loyal pet if they’re willing to do all this for you.
(ON SPEAKERS)
Chasing rainbows
Watching clouds drifting by
My schemes are just like
All my dreams
Ending in the sky
Some fellows look
And find the sunshine
I always look And find the rain
And some fellows
Make a winning sometime
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
I’m always chasing rainbows
(SCREAMING)
This is the perfect society?
(SONG ENDS)
(CHILD GIGGLING)
Sire.
This one has been running for two hours without breaking a sweat.
It’s incredible…
They can survive on 30 calories a day, an hour’s sleep a week, they’re always happy, and they can rewire a carbenetrix core in under two minutes.
But will she be ready for the new colony?
Sire, they’re here.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS)
PETER: Here we go.
(TIRES SQUEAL)
We’re here to see…
The High Evolutionary is expecting you.
Which means it is a trap.
It’s a face-off.
She stays here.
Why?
Policy against weaponry, and your arm is a gun.
He’s clean.
Let’s go.
Hey.
It’ll be okay.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC BUILDING)
Move it!
(ANIMALS CRYING IN DISTANCE)
(DOOR BEEPS)
(BOTH GRUNT)
(LOCK CLICKS)
(DOOR BEEPS)
Are you okay, Rocket?
(ANIMAL WHINES)
(ANIMAL YAPS)
(ANIMAL WHINING)
(ANIMAL CHATTERS)
(ROUSING MUSIC PLAYING)
FLOOR: Me Rocket play now?
I can’t right now, Floor.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
What are you doing?
They ain’t gonna set us free.
Yes, they are, Rocket.
We’re going to the new world any day now.
(SIGHS)
No, that can’t be true.
It is.
They wanna kill us all in the morning.
What?
FLOOR: What?
But I’m gonna fix it.
What is that?
It’s a key.
I’m gonna use it to get us all out of here.
I don’t know if that’s wise, Rocket.
Mm.
FLOOR: Me Rocket leave!
Hooray time forever!
Just down that hall, there are ships.
I know. And if we can get to one, I can pilot it.
And then we’ll all fly away together, the four of us, just like we always said, okay?
Okay?
Whoo-hoo! Yippee! Rocket! Sky, sky, sky!
(ROUSING MUSIC CONTINUES)
(YOUNG ROCKET BREATHING HEAVILY)
(DOOR BEEPS)
(SIGHS IN RELIEF)
You did it!
FLOOR: Yes! Yes! Yes!
You did it!
You did it, you did it, you did it!
(FLOOR GIGGLES)
(YOUNG ROCKET GRUNTING)
(SNIFFING)
(DOOR BEEPS)
You did it!
(YOUNG ROCKET CHUCKLES)
You did it.
It really is good to have…
(GUN BLASTS)
(FLOOR GASPS)
(GASPS SOFTLY)
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
(GROANS SOFTLY)
(METAL RATTLES)
Yes, I imagined you’d do something like this.
Back in the cage, P13.
(GASPING SOFTLY)
Sky.
(SCREAMING)
(WAILING)
FLOOR: Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now.
Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now.
Q12 and P13 escaped from their pens.
FLOOR: Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now.
Q12 is neutralized…
Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now.
Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now.
…but P13 is still out, so I’ll need assistance.
Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now.
Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now. Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now.
Remember not to bruise its brain.
(CONTINUES WAILING)
Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now.
Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now.
(MIMICKING YOUNG ROCKET’S WAILING)
All right, P13!
You win the crying contest. Now, back in the cage.
(YOUNG ROCKET GROWLING)
(SCREAMING)
(SCRATCHING)
Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now.
TEEFS: Rocket, let’s go!
Let’s go! Rocket, please!
Rocket! Rocket!
(SCRATCHING CONTINUES)
(CONTINUES SCREAMING)
RECORDER: Down here. Hurry.
(HIGH EVOLUTIONARY CHOKING)
(RECORDERS GROANING)
(EMOTIONAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC BUILDS)
(STIRRING MUSIC PLAYING)
(PANTING)
RECORDER 1: Hey, there it is!
RECORDER 2: Get him!
RECORDER 3: Get back here!
RECORDER 4: Get it!
RECORDER 2: He’s getting away!
(GRUNTING)
(ENGINE STARTING)
(ENGINE REVS)
(PANTING EXHAUSTEDLY)
(MOTORCYCLE APPROACHING)
(YELPS)
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
What are you doing?
I got a bad feeling about this.
Peter just told you to stay here.
Yeah, well, that’s his fault.
He should know by now that I never do anything that anyone ever tells me.
We need to protect Rocket.
Yeah, that’s right.
So, hop on and we’ll ride back to the ship.
Just right over there?
Yeah.
Drax! Hey! Stop being a jerk!
You!
Hey, yeah, you!
I take it the passkey, it’s in that thing on your head.
I would advise against aggression.
Oh. Got time for me now?
Your friend once took advantage.
I learn my lessons.
I aim some small part of my mental capacity back in my own direction, and now, gravity itself serves my whims.
(COMMS CHIRPS)
War Pig.
Now.
You must find Counter-Earth familiar.
Counter-Earth?
I visited your planet many years ago.
Earth hasn’t been my planet in a long time.
Your people had wonderful spirit.
Mm.
The art and music and literature were some of the finest in the universe.
Earth would be a fabulous place, were it not for the ignorance and bigotry.
Okay.
It inspired me to create Counter-Earth.
I don’t care.
All of the good and none of the bad.
I don’t need another speech by some impotent whack job whose mother didn’t love him rationalizing why he needs to conquer the universe.
I’m not trying to conquer the universe.
I’m perfecting it.
(GAMORA HUMMING I’M ALWAYS CHASING RAINBOWS)
(ALARM BLARING)
GAMORA: What the…
(TOILET FLUSHES)
Hey!
Drop the badger.
(YELLING)
(GAMORA GRUNTS)
I just want the passkey.
Then bring me 89P13.
I am Groot.
He says, “Suck my…”
Why are you so angry?
Because I know what you did to our friend.
Anything I’ve done, I’ve done for the betterment of the universe.
Newsflash, Einstein.
Better universes generally don’t include a bunch of octopuses selling meth to guys with cockroach heads.
They do not.
Which is why, as I have done many times before, I’m going to have to raze it all and start again.
What?
(GASPING)
(FOOTSTEPS)
I got 89P13, and I’m on my way.
We’re in possession of the subject.
(RUMBLING)
(RUMBLING)
(CRACKING)
(SIGHS)
(GAMORA GRUNTS)
Ow!
(GROANING)
(GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS)
(CREATURE SQUEALING)
(SCREAMING)
Oh, my God.
I am Groot?
Kill ’em all.
(PULSES)
(BOTH GROANING)
Stay.
(GRUNTING)
Uh-uh. I said “stay.”
(CREATURE WHINES)
What, did you want me to leave you back, so that Mother could fillet you?
(ROCKET WHEEZING WEAKLY)
ADAM: Stay.
WAR PIG: What the hell?
We’re working for the same boss.
Yes, but I need the credit, chum, to save my entire civilization.
So be a good creepy… thing and back off.
(SCREAMS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
No.
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
(GAMORA PANTING)
(RUMBLING)
(MUSIC BUILDING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(PANTING)
(WEAPON WHIZZES)
(GAMORA SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS)
(PANTING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(WEAPON WHIZZES)
(YELPS)
Mother.
(GRUNTING)
(CREATURE WHIMPERS)
(WHINES)
(GAMORA GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS)
(CREATURE YELPING)
(HEROIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(GASPS)
Mother!
(GROANS)
Mantis and Drax, come in.
Mantis? Drax?
DRAX: (ON COMMS) Uh, hey.
I need you to bring the ship here now!
Well, we can’t do that exactly because… we’re not at the ship.
Then where the hell are…
(MOANING IN PAIN)
(GRUNTS)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Nebula, come in.
Gamora! Take off now!
Get yourself and Rocket off the planet.
(GROWLS IN ANNOYANCE)
(MUFFLED EXPLOSION})
What kinda ship is this?
(EXPLOSION)
(YELPS)
(LAUGHS) It’s amusing, really.
How stupid are you, hmm?
It was so obviously a trap.
It’s not a trap. It’s a face-off.
Now kill them all.
What do you have in your hand?
(GROOT GRUNTS)
(GRENADE BEEPING RAPIDLY)
Grenade!
(ALL SCREAM)
(COUGHING)
(MENACING MUSIC PLAYING)
(PEOPLE GROANING)
I am Groot!
(SHIP POWERS ON)
(SAN FRANCISCO BY THE MOWGLI’S PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)
(ALL PANTING)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(ALL GRUNTING)
(STRAINING)
(THEEL WHIMPERING)
(COCKS GUN)
THEEL: No! Don’t!
Don’t! No, no, no! No, please! Please, spare me!
Please, spare me, please.
(THEEL GASPS)
Thank you. Thank you. Thank…
That’d be premature.
Huh?
No, no, no…
(PETER GROWLS)
(THEEL SCREAMING)
Quite a novel escape plan, jumping headfirst into an exploding planet.
(THEEL CONTINUES SCREAMING)
You’ll kill us both!
Not both.
(PETER GRUNTS)
(WHIMPERING)
(THEEL SOBS IN FEAR)
(BOTH GRUNT)
(THEEL WHIMPERING)
(THEEL SCREAMING)
MANTIS: Why are we doing this?
Quill and Groot are inside.
We have to get them out.
(THEEL SCREAMING)
(SAN FRANCISCO BY THE MOWGLI’S CONTINUES ON SPEAKERS)
(STRAINING)
(GROANING)
(CONTINUES SCREAMING)
(GROANS)
(PETER GROWLING)
Groot.
(GRUNTS)
(PETER GRUNTING)
(CRASHING)
Whoever’s in the cockpit, activate the brake.
(GRUNTS) The steering mechanism is stuck.
Well, pull harder!
(STRAINING)
(CRACKLES)
Let’s go. Come on.
(YELLS)
(THUDS)
(SIGHS IN RELIEF)
(PANTING)
(MANTIS GASPING)
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
(DRAX GROANS)
It’s hard to breathe.
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
(GASPING)
We are entering space.
(GAGS)
(DRAX GRUNTING)
(ALL GASPING FOR AIR)
(ALL PANTING)
(CHILDREN MURMUR)
Joob joob?
NEBULA: Oh, piss off.
(GAMORA GRUNTS)
GAMORA: What kind of monster slaughters a civilization?
-Where are Mantis and Drax? -I don’t know!
Gimme.
Here.
Ha! You’re lucky I was able to knock down that door…
Rocket and Gamora are probably dead because of you!
I didn’t know.
Oh, you didn’t know?
When are you gonna stop using the excuse of being some big dumb clown for contributing nothing, and the rest of us having to carry your slack!
Don’t push him!
You don’t have the right to push him.
And you! You’re no better.
The only thing we can count on you for is when someone shows weakness, you’ll be right there to support it.
Fine, I don’t care.
I know you need to find fault in everyone else to make yourself feel okay, so find it in me.
Oh, go to hell, Mant!
But you don’t have the right to push him!
It’s not his fault he’s stupid.
He’s a liability.
He makes us laugh and he loves us. How is that a liability?
All you care about is intelligence and… and competence.
Not sure I appreciate this defense.
He has sadness, but he’s the only one of you who doesn’t hate himself.
So I don’t care if he’s stupid.
You think I’m stupid?
Yes.
(SIGHS SOFTLY)
Forget.
Ha! You’re lucky I was able to knock down that door with my incredible strength.
Quill?
Quill? Quill, are you there?
(GRUNTS)
Joob joob… (CONTINUES SPEAKING IN ORBOSE)
That language isn’t in my translator.
(MACHINES BEEPING)
(ROCKET WHEEZING LABORIOUSLY)
(MACHINE TRILLS)
(WHISPERS) Okay. Here we go.
(EMOTIONAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Okay. All right, Rocket.
Go.
(TRILLING)
(EMOTIONAL MUSIC CONTINUES)
Lylla? (SOBS)
Friend.
(CONTINUES WHEEZING)
Okay, okay.
Okay, here we go.
This isn’t right.
No, no, no, it’s good. It’s gonna work. It’s working.
It needs to be faster.
(TEARFULLY) I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
(CRYING)
Rocket.
I let you down.
I got you killed.
I got everybody killed. (SOBBING)
We were right.
The sky is beautiful, and it is forever.
And I’ve been flying with our friends.
(EMOTIONAL MUSIC CONTINUES)
(SNIFFLES)
(FLOOR CHUCKLES)
Can I come?
Yes.
(SNIFFLES)
(SIGHS)
(GASPS HEAVILY)
(MACHINE FLATLINING)
No, no, no!
No!
Come on.
-Come on! -Quill.
No!
No!
GAMORA: Quill.
No!
GAMORA: Quill. PETER: I’m not gonna lose him.
He’s gone.
I’m not letting him go!
Come on.
(EMOTIONAL MUSIC CONTINUES)
(FLOOR GIGGLING)
(MUSIC HALTS)
But not yet.
You still have a purpose here.
(BREATH SHUDDERING) A purpose for what?
They made us for nothing.
Stupid experiments to be thrown away.
There are the hands that made us, and then there are the hands that guide the hands.
(EMOTIONAL MUSIC RESUMES)
Mm.
My beloved raccoon.
This story has been yours all along, you just didn’t know it.
I’m not a raccoon.
(WHOOSHING)
(GASPING HEAVILY)
(MACHINE TRILLING)
PETER: The passkey’s going through!
(GRUNTS)
(ROCKET WHEEZING)
(PANTING)
(MACHINE THRUMMING)
(GASPING LABORIOUSLY)
(GAGS, GASPS)
(COUGHING)
Quill?
(SIGHS)
(PANTING SLOWLY)
(EMOTIONAL MUSIC CONTINUES)
Where’s Nebula?
(PETER SNIFFLING)
(ROCKET GROANS SOFTLY)
Sh… She’s, uh…
Because her code is on the comm behind you.
(SOFT BEEPING)
What? Nebula?
Where are you?
Oh, thank God!
We’re here to get you out of here.
Out of where?
NEBULA: The High Evolutionary’s ship.
No, I got off the ship.
You what?
PETER: Wait, where are you?
On the ship!
On the ship?
NEBULA: I didn’t lie.
Why are you on the ship?
To save you, obviously.
PETER: No, I told you to go back.
You gotta know by now I always figure out an incredibly clever way to get out of a fix.
Tell him I said hi.
Really?
Tell him we’re coming to save him.
Pay attention or play with the kids.
One or the other.
“Play with the kids”?
How did you get out?
That’s not really important.
I am Groot.
Jumping a thousand feet to your death without a parachute is a clever way of getting out of a fix?
(SIGHS)
You’re all just makin’ up stuff that he’s saying, right?
The important thing is we’re all okay.
(GASPS SOFTLY)
(CHILDREN GIGGLING)
Rocket?
Yeah, he’s here.
And he’s okay.
(SHUDDERING)
(CRYING)
(CHILDREN CHATTER PLAYFULLY)
Rocket, we love you very much, and we’re happy you’re alive.
Well, that makes you the idiots then.
HIGH EVOLUTIONARY: He’s right about that.
(SHUDDERING)
(CHILDREN SCREAMING)
Back in your cages!
(ALL GRUNT)
Nebula?
Nebula, come in!
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(COMMS CHIRPS)
So, you’d like to joust, would you?
Go to hell, you sick son of a bitch.
You killed all of those people.
As I will your friends.
HIGH EVOLUTIONARY: I’m sending you the coordinates.
They will die unless you bring me what is mine!
Screw you, you stretch-faced, RoboCop-looking,
Skeletor wannabe, purple-nurple piece of…
(COMMS FIZZLES)
He hung up.
You think?
(POOR GIRL BY X PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)
COSMO: 1966.
The Soviet put me on a rocket, knowing full well I’m never to return and I will die in a fiery ball of death.
But one thing even mudak Soviets never do is call me bad dog.
Oh, my God! Could you just let it go?
Kraglin, please, just take it back.
This is killing us.
I can’t take it back if she is, in fact, a bad dog.
(ALL GROANING)
MAN: Kraglin!
COSMO: Oh, it never stops hurting. (SOBS)
PETER: (ON COMMS) Kraglin.
Oh, hey, Pete.
We need to save Nebula, Mantis, and Drax, and we need your help.
Me?
(SOUND EFFECTS PLAYING)
(BOTH GIGGLING)
You’re the one who lost it, you twit.
The Hellspawn had it, sire, but…
But, but, but! But!
That rancid word.
I’m merely wondering whether it might be wiser to go directly to the new colony and not engage in unnecessary conflict.
They can rewire a carbenetrix core in under two minutes, but what is that, Vim?
Rote memorization.
Rote memorization!
In hundreds of years of our creations, only one has known true invention.
One.
Putrid in every other way, but 89P13 had that.
Yes, sire.
A populace unable to think what hasn’t yet been thought will die on the vine.
We need 89P13’s brain, so we can transfer that trait into these creatures before we go to the new colony.
Nothing else matters.
(GROANS)
(DRAX AND MANTIS GRUNT)
(ALL GROANING)
(DOOR OPENS)
(GASPS)
MANTIS: How did they get down here?
Joob joob.
(CHILDREN CHATTERING)
Peter will be trying to get to the spaceport.
He doesn’t know about the children.
You!
(CHILDREN GASP)
We need you to let all the other children on board know to stay away from the starboard walls.
Joob joob?
They know three frickin’ words and two of them are “joob.”
Joob joob.
(LOUDLY) No! Listen to me!
You need to talk to the other children, all of them here, and tell them to stay away from the freaking…
What the hell are you doing, Mantis?
(SCREAMING) Explaining it, dickhead!
(CHILDREN CRYING)
Joob joob eo!
(GULPS)
Joob joob eo!
You’re scaring them.
(CRYING CONTINUES)
Hello, dumb idiots.
(CRYING SUBSIDES)
I had a little girl like you.
You know what she used to like?
She liked when I made monkey noises.
(CONFUSED MURMUR)
Beep.
Beep, beep. Beep.
(CLUCKING)
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
(DRAX QUACKING)
How is that a monkey?
Beats me.
(DRAX MIMICKING ROBOTIC BEEPING)
(CHILDREN CONTINUE LAUGHING)
(QUACKING ROBOTICALLY)
Boop.
(ALL LAUGH HEARTILY)
(BEEPING ROBOTICALLY)
Boop.
(CHILDREN LAUGH)
(BEEPS ROBOTICALLY) Boop.
(LAUGHS)
(ALL CONTINUE LAUGHING)
(SPEAKING IN ORBOSE)
(RESPONDS IN ORBOSE)
Eo, eo. Joob joob.
Joob joob.
DRAX: Yeah.
(SPEAKS IN ORBOSE)
CHILDREN: Joob joob.
Yeah. Joob joob.
CHILDREN: Joob joob.
They’re gonna tell the other kids to stay away from the starboard wall.
Why didn’t you tell us you knew their language this whole time?
Why didn’t you ask?
(GRUNTS) This could be futile, Quill. He’s too powerful.
Well, then I guess we’ll die trying.
What is “dying trying” gonna accomplish?
Or we can just give him the badger?
Our thing is dying trying.
I am Groot.
I know who you are already!
Feel free to stay behind in the cargo area.
I’m not leaving my sister with that jackass.
This you?
Fell out of your bag.
Let’s do this.
(ENGINE POWERING UP)
(THIS IS THE DAY BY THE THE PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)
Well, you didn’t wake up This morning
‘Cause you didn’t go to bed
You were watching the whites
Of your eyes turn red
The calendar on your wall
Wait.
Wait.
(SINGING ALONG) Reading some old letters
You smile…
(CHUCKLES) You almost have to admire their pluck.
(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)
Sire.
(CRACKLES, BLASTS)
Across the clear blue sky
Howdy there, you freakin’ creep.
Your life will surely change
Back up!
Yes, sire.
When things fall info place
You’re on, Steemie.
First barrel.
This is the day Your life will surely change
Second barrel.
Third barrel.
Fourth barrel.
When things fall info place
(CHILDREN SPEAKING IN ORBOSE)
This is the day
Hard starboard.
Hard starboard.
This is the day
Your life will surely change
And fire!
This is the day
(CHILDREN SCREAMING)
(CHUCKLES)
(MUFFLED EXPLOSION)
(VIM GRUNTS)
They’ve breached the spaceport.
One of them holds subject 89P13.
Release the Hellspawn. All of them.
Sire, the Hellspawn were created solely to defend the new colony
Do it now!
Get me 89P13, and kill everyone in the head of that dead god.
(SQUELCHING)
(BEEPING)
(HATCHES CLANKING)
(ROARING)
(SOFT GROWLING)
(RESTRAINTS RATTLING)
(SCREAMING)
Spaceport wide open, Cap’n, but that old missile’s all we had.
Rocket, Groot, go, go! Get inside that spaceport.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(ALARM BEEPING)
ROCKET: What the hell?
(SCREECHES)
(GASPS)
(RAPID LASER FIRE)
PETER: Aw, come on!
(CREATURE SQUEALING)
(GAMORA SHOUTS)
(HELLSPAWN SCREECHING)
(HELLSPAWN SCREECHING)
(PEOPLE WHIMPERING)
COSMO: Kraglin, we have been infiltrated.
Open the pit.
Sire, our bargaining power will be gone.
(HEAVY METAL GEARS CLICKING)
(DOOR THUDS)
(UNEASY MUSIC PLAYING)
(BREATH TREMBLING)
(FLASHLIGHT CLICKS)
(NEBULA GASPS)
(ROARING)
Abilisks!
(ROARS)
(MUFFLED EXPLOSIONS)
Good God!
(NEBULA GROANS, COUGHS)
This way!
(ALL PANTING)
(DRAX GASPS)
(ROARS)
(DRAX GASPS)
(ROARS)
(ROARS)
(ABILISKS SNARLING AND ROARING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
(PANTING)
(GAMORA GROANING)
(YELLS)
(CREATURE SQUEALS)
One more step and this weird thing gets it!
Don’t be rash.
(CREATURE WHIMPERS)
(GRUNTS)
(GUN FIRES)
(CRIES OUT)
(GROANS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(CRACKLING)
(BOTH PANTING)
(GRUNTING LABORIOUSLY)
What were you programming?
A self-destruction code.
(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYS)
(THUD)
(ENGINE ROARING)
(ABILISKS ROARING)
What are you doing?
It’s okay.
Mantis, stop!
MANTIS: They eat batteries,
not people.
Maybe they’re just scared of what we are gonna do to them.
(ROARING)
We’re not gonna hurt you.
Everything is going to be okay.
(HOPEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(LOW GRUNT)
(ABILISK MOANS)
(GRUNTS SOFTLY)
(PURRING)
(ALL GROANING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(NOISES FADE)
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYS)
YONDU: Use your heart, boy.
(WHISTLING LONG NOTES)
(WHISTLING RHYTHMICALLY)
(WHISTLING LONG NOTE)
(GROWLING)
(GROWLS)
(LAUGHS) A dog!
Yeah.
(RUMBLING)
(GROWLS)
(GRUNTS PERPLEXEDLY)
(GRUNTS)
She’s a good dog.
(SCREECHES)
COSMO: I knew you believe I am good dog.
All right, all right, get off me, you idiot!
(COSMO GIGGLES)
(MUFFLED EXPLOSIONS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Sire, we must retreat. The ship is going down.
The spaceport has intruders.
Go! See if one of them is 89P13.
Sire, you have an irrational obsession with this animal.
You must stop, for God’s sake!
There is no God!
That’s why I stepped in!
(GUN POWERS ON)
(GUN POWERS ON)
(GUNS POWERING ON)
Controller, I am taking command of the Arête.
Disengage all damaged sectors of the ship, and retreat.
(YELLS)
(SLOW OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(CRACKLING)
Attention, (ON PA) all personnel.
Intruders have boarded the ship.
Head to the starboard spaceport.
(HURRIED CHATTER)
Get me 89P13, and kill the rest.
(NO SLEEP TILL BROOKLYN BY BEASTIE BOYS PLAYS)
No sleep fill
We go in there, we get Mantis, Nebula, and Drax.
(SONG CONTINUES FAINTLY)
We move in, we get ’em, and we get out.
(LOUD THUD)
(ROARS)
(ABILISKS CHITTERING)
Whoo! (CHUCKLES)
(DRAX GRUNTS)
(MANTIS CHUCKLES)
Did that look cool?
Okay, new game plan.
We get the hell out of here now.
There are thousands of creatures on the ship.
Many of them are children.
And we need to be good joob joob.
Huh?
It means friends.
If we wanna live, we have to leave now.
This whole rig is gonna go down any second.
NEBULA: They will all die if we don’t help them.
(MUFFLED EXPLOSION})
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS)
I’m done runnin’.
(NO SLEEP TILL BROOKLYN BY BEASTIE BOYS FADES BACK IN)
Foot on the pedal Never ever false metal
Engine running hotter
Than a boiling kettle
My job ain’t a job
It’s a damn good time
City to city I’m running my rhymes
On location
Touring around the nation
Beastie Boys
Always on vacation
Ain’t no faking
Your money I’m taking
Going coast to coast
Watch all the girlies shaking
While you’re at the job
Working nine-to-five
The Beastie Boys at the Garden Cold kicking it live
No sleep till
Another plane, another train
Another bottle in the brain
Another girl, another fight
Another drive all night
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
Born and bred in Brooklyn, USA
(ALL GRUNTING AND YELLING)
They call me Adam Yauch
But I’m MCA
Like a lemon to a lime
A lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale
With all the fly women
Limos, arenas, and TV shows
Autographed pictures
And classy hoes
Step off, Holmes
Get out of my way!
Taxing little girlies
From here to LA
Waking up
Before I get to sleep
‘Cause I’ll be rocking
This party eight days a week
No sleep till
(YELLS)
(LAUGHS)
No sleep till Brooklyn
(GUARD GROANS)
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
(ALL YELL)
(ALL GROAN)
(YELLING)
No sleep till Brooklyn
Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
(GROANING)
(CREATURE BABBLING)
Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
(GROANS)
(GROANING)
(YELLS)
(GROANS)
(SONG ENDS)
(ALL PANTING)
(CREATURE CHITTERS)
There’s a big hole up in the deck.
If we can connect that to Knowhere, we can lead the survivors to safety.
Nebs and me will pilot the ship.
You guys save all the higher life forms.
(SPEAKING IN ORBOSE)
Hello, moron.
(CHUCKLES)
GAMORA: Come on!
(DRAX GRUNTS)
(DRAX SPEAKS ORBOSE)
Follow me, come on! Come on!
STAR CHILD: Domo!
GAMORA: Come on!
Go, go, go!
Domo! Domo!
I am Groot!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)
(SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS)
(GASPS) Um, this way to, uh…
Thank you.
Yes, you’re welcome. I was screaming at something scary behind you, not you.
You look really cool.
(GRUNTS)
Kill me if you want, but then good luck gettin’ out of here.
Wait!
Let him go, Flecktick… it’s our only chance.
I got a space big enough to get through.
I gotta find out if I can change it to a permeable shield.
I can’t fly this frickin’ thing, the flight controls are all screwed.
NEBULA: I’ll do it.
Go help the others. Wait, give me your comm.
Kraglin, I’ll pilot from this side.
KRAGLIN: Kragula, back in action!
(METALLIC CLICK)
(METAL GROANING)
(CAPTIVATING MUSIC PLAYING)
GAMORA: Come on, come on, come on!
Go, go!
Go, go, go!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!!
Stop, stop!
Are those kids?
(CAPTIVATING MUSIC PLAYING)
(METAL GROANING)
Okay, Cosmo, stitch it up!
It needs to be airtight for the kids fo make it across.
COSMO: Locking up, Kapitan.
(CRASH)
(CHILDREN SCREAMING)
(GROWLS)
(CRACKLES)
(SHIELD POWERS UP)
(CHILDREN CHEERING)
Go, now, go!
GAMORA: One by one, one by one!
Okay.
(GRUNTING AND GROANING)
Locking in and headed down.
(NEBULA GROANS)
DRAX: This way. This way.
Why?
Why are you doing this? I tried to kill you.
I am Groot.
DRAX: He says, “everyone deserves a second chance.”
(COSMO WHIMPERS, GROWLS)
(SHIP SHIFTS)
(CHILDREN SCREAM)
(COSMO WHIMPERS)
You are so strong.
(CHILDREN SCREAMING)
Why are you so slow? Hurry!
Where’s Rocket?
Huh?
Domo. Domo.
Domo. Domo.
(MUFFLED EXPLOSIONS)
(CRUMBLING)
(EMOTIONAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(ANIMALS WHINING AND WHIMPERING)
(EMOTIONAL MUSIC CONTINUES)
(KITS CHITTERING)
(ROCKET SIGHS)
(CRACKLES)
(DOOR BEEPS)
(MUSIC SWELLING)
(CHITTERING)
(EMOTIONAL MUSIC CONTINUES)
(KITS CHITTERING)
(EMOTIONAL MUSIC CONTINUES)
HIGH EVOLUTIONARY: You!
(ROCKET GASPS)
You thought you could escape me!
(GROANS)
No!
(SCREAMS)
You think you have some worth in and of yourself, without me?
No!
You are an abomination!
Nothing more than a step on my path, you freakish little monster!
How dare you think you are more, 89P13?
(STRAINING)
The name’s Rocket.
Rocket Raccoon.
(GUN COCKS)
(SCREAMING)
(CRACKLING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(CRIES OUT)
GAMORA: Hmm.
(GASPS)
(REMOVES SWORD)
(CHOKING)
(SWORD CLATTERS)
(STIFLED GASPING)
His face came off!
It’s a mask.
Look what you did to me.
For what?
All I wanted to do was to make things perfect.
You didn’t wanna make things perfect.
You just hated things the way they are.
Kill him.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(GULPS)
Why?
Because I’m a freaking Guardian of the Galaxy.
(EXPLOSION)
We have to get outta here now.
We have to save them.
We’ve got all the kids on board.
No, Pete.
The rest of them.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)
(DISTANT SQUEALING)
(RUMBLING)
GAMORA: Come on! Come on. Whoa!
Move!
Move it, bird!
Whoa!
GAMORA: Come on!
Come on!
(ANIMALS SQUEALING)
Come on, come on, come on!
(BOTH SCREAM)
Thought we were limiting ourselves to the higher life forms?
Yeah, well, me too.
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!
(ANIMALS CHITTERING)
(FIRE WHOOSHES)
MANTIS: Go, babies.
Go, babies.
Go!
COSMO: I cannot hold much… (GASPING)
(STRAINING)
PETER: Run!
Go! Go!
(GROANS)
(CHOKES)
Quill! Hurry!
(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
(GAS HISSES)
(GAS HISSES)
(EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE)
(SOLEMN CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)
Peter!
(YELLING, SOBS)
(SMASHING)
(SOLEMN CHORAL MUSIC CONTINUES)
(HEAVY EXPLOSION)
(SHUDDERING) Peter!
(GASPING)
(STRAINED) Did that look cool?
(CHUCKLES TEARFULLY)
Come on.
(NEBULA GRUNTS)
(MANTIS BREATHES HEAVILY)
(PETER CHUCKLES)
(CREATURE HUFFING)
(COSMO BARKS, WHIMPERS)
Cosmo! I’m okay.
(SOLEMN CHORAL MUSIC CONTINUES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
I am Groot.
Thanks. Just tell them I’m gonna be right…
I am Groot.
Yeah. It was good working with you, too.
Hey, Gamora. Are you ready?
Yeah.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
You know, I’m still not who you want me to be.
I know.
But who you are ain’t so bad.
(CHUCKLES)
(SIGHS SOFTLY)
I bet we were fun.
Like you wouldn’t believe.
Okay.
(SIGHS)
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
You okay?
I think I need to talk to everybody.
So, you’re gonna leave?
My mother died in front of me when I was eight years old, and I have been running ever since.
I’m gonna need to take some time… and learn how to swim.
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
I as well.
I love you all. I do.
But my whole life I did whatever Ego wanted, and then, I did whatever the Guardians wanted.
I need to go out and discover what I want.
I’ll come with you.
No, Drax.
That’s the whole point.
But you need someone to protect you.
I don’t.
DRAX: Not in a bad way.
Just because of your incredible weakness.
Oh, my gosh, you’re so frustrating!
Drax.
I need you here.
We’re building a new society.
I need all the support I can get for those children out there.
Today, I saw who you are.
You weren’t born to be a destroyer.
You were born to be a dad.
So, you’ll lead the Guardians then?
No.
I’m gonna lead the city, make it the type of home I never had.
So, that’s it?
The group’s over?
PETER: No.
Well, the Galaxy still needs its Guardians.
And you will make a better leader than I ever was,
Cap’n.
(MUSIC RISING)
I love you, guys.
For you.
(CHUCKLES)
(KITS CHITTER)
(CHUCKLES)
(DOG DAYS ARE OVER BY FLORENCE + THE MACHINE PLAYS)
(ON SPEAKERS)
Like a train on a track
Coming towards her
Stuck still, no turning back
She hid around corners
And she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses
And from it she fled
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
With every bubble
She sank with a drink
(GRUNTS)
And washed it away down
The kitchen sink
The dog days are over
DRAX: Hmm.
The horses are coming
So you better run
Run fast for your mother
Run fast for your father
Run for your children
For your sisters and brothers
(TRILLS)
And your longing behind
You can’t carry it with you
If you want to survive
The dog days are over
(SIGHS)
Can you hear the horses
RAVAGER 1: Yeah!
RAVAGER 2: Oh, yeah!
(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)
The dog days are over
Welcome home.
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run
The dog days are over
(CROWD CHEERING)
The horses are coming
(LAUGHING)
(CREATURE YAPPING)
And I never wanted
Anything from you
Except everything…
I think I might be at the wrong, uh… I’m looking for Jason Quill.
Uh, yes.
Come in.
Happiness hit her
Like a bullet
In the back
Struck from a great height
Pete?
By someone who should know
(GASPING)
Pete.
(CRYING)
(LAUGHING)
Hi, Grandpa.
(GASPING)
Can you hear the horses?
‘Cause here they come
(INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE)
(DRAX LAUGHING)
Run fast for your father
(ALL CHEERING)
For your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love
And your longing behind
DRAX: Yes! Yes!
Yeah! Yeah!
The dog days are over
(HOWLING)
Yeah!
Yeah!
(ROARING)
(GIGGLING)
(WHOOPING)
(SONG ENDS)
(I WILL DARE BY THE REPLACEMENTS PLAYING)
How young are you?
How old am I?
Let’s count the rings
Around my eye
How smart are you?
How dumb am I?
Don’t count any of my advice
Oh, meet me anyplace
Or anywhere or anytime
Now, I don’t care Meet me tonight
If you will dare, I might dare
Call me on Thursday If you will…
(SONG CONTINUES FAINTLY)
ROCKET: Okay, how about your favorite musical act?
Phyla, you first.
Um… Britney Spears and Korn.
Good choices.
I gotta go with the man. Garth Brooks.
COSMO: The Carpenters do not have a single bad song.
Adrian Belew.
Both solo and his work with King Crimson.
What about you, Captain?
Uh, this one’s kind of special.
(SONG STOPS)
(COME AND GET YOUR LOVE BY REDBONE PLAYING)
(SQUEALS)
(LAUGHING)
(ALL CRYING)
(DISTANT SCREECHING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
Guess they’re here.
Well, I can handle this by my lonesome if y’all wanna chill.
Nah, nah.
It’ll go faster if we all do it together.
Groot, wake up.
(CREATURE SCREECHES)
Nothin’ the matter
With your head
(GRUNTS SOFTLY)
Baby, find it
Come on and find it
(SCREECHING)
Do you ever feel a little sad for them?
Yeah, sure.
But these townsfolk can’t protect themselves.
COSMO: On your word, Kapitan.
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Word.
(SONG FADES BACK IN)
Come and get your love
Hail
Hail
What’s the matter With you feel right
Don’t you feel right, baby
Hail, oh yeah
Get it from the main vine
All right
I said-a find it, find it
Go on and love it
If you like it, yeah
Hail
Hail
It’s your business
If you want some, take some
Get it together, baby
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love, now
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love, now
La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la
Come and get your love
La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, woohoo
Come and get your love
La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la
Come and get your love
La, na, na, na, na, na, da Da, da, boom
Come and get your love
La, da boom, boom, boom, boom Ta, daba, boom, boom
Come and get your love
La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, woohoo
Come and get your love
La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la
Come and get your love
La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la
Come and get your love
La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la
Come and get your love
La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, woohoo
Come and get your love
La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la
Come and get your love
La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la
Come and get your love
La, da boom, boom, la, ta Da boom, la, da boom
Come and get your love
La, da boom, boom, boom Ta, daba, boom
Come and get your love
La, da boom La, ta, da boom, boom, boom
Come and get your love
La, da boom, boom, boom Ta, daba, boom, la, da boom
Come and get your love
(SONG FADES)
(BADLANDS BY BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN PLAYING)
Lights out tonight
Trouble in the heartland
Got a head-on collision
Smashin’ in my guts, man
I’m caught in a crossfire
That I don’t understand
But there’s one thing I know for sure, girl!
I don’t give a damn for
The same old played-out scenes
Baby, I don’t give a damn
For just the in-betweens
Honey, I want the heart
I want the soul I want control right now
You better listen to me, baby
Talk about a dream
Try to make it real
You wake up in the night
With a fear so real
You spend your life waiting
For a moment
That just don’t come
Well, don’t waste
Your time waiting
Badlands, you gotta
Live it every day
Let the broken hearts stand
As the price you’ve gotta pay
We’ll keep pushin’
Till it’s understood
And these badlands
Start treating us good
Workin’ in the fields
Till you get your back burned
workin’ ‘neath the wheel till
You get your facts learned
Baby, I got my facts
Learned real good right now
You better get it straight Darling
Poor man wanna be rich
Rich man wanna be king
And a king ain’t satisfied
Till he rules everything
I wanna go out tonight I wanna find out what I got
Well I believe in the love
That you gave me
I believe in the faith
That could save me
I believe in the hope And I pray that some day
It may raise me above these
Badlands, you gotta
Live it every day
Let the broken hearts stand As the price you’ve gotta pay
We’ll keep pushin’
Till it’s understood
And these badlands
Start treating us good
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
(GUITAR SOLO)
(SAXOPHONE SOLO)
Hmm, hm-hm-hm
Hmm, hm-hm-hm-hm
Hmm, hm-hm-hm
Hmm, hm-hm-hm-hm
For the ones who had a notion
A notion deep inside
That it ain’t no sin
To be glad you’re alive
I wanna find one face
That ain’t looking through me
I wanna find one place
I wanna spit
In the face of these
Badlands, you gotta
Live it every day
Let the broken hearts stand
As the price you’ve gotta pay
Keep movin’
Till it’s understood
And these badlands
Start treating us good
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Badlands, whoa whoa whoa whoa
Badlands, whoa whoa whoa whoa
Badlands, whoa whoa whoa whoa
Badlands, whoa whoa whoa whoa
I mean, if she needs help mowing her lawn, I’ll do it, but I kinda feel like her son should help.
He’s gonna sit on the porch and watch me do it.
Like, he’s a 45-year-old man, able-bodied, and I’m mowing his lawn.
It just feels weird.
Mm-hmm.
Don’t get me started.
PETER: Oh, really?
Mm-hmm.
Now I kind of want to know.
(PETER CRUNCHING)
(PETER CLEARS THROAT)
(SPOON CLACKING)
(PETER CRUNCHING)
(PETER SLURPS, CRUNCHING)
(SPOON CLACKING)
(PETER SLURPS, CRUNCHING)
