All language subtitles for GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY 1_track3_[eng]-eng

(MELLOW POP SONG
PLAYING ON WALKMAN)

Peter.

Your momma wants to speak with you.

Come on, Pete.
Take these fool things off.

(TURNS OFF WALKMAN)

(BELL DINGS)

(MAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER PA)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(HEART MONITOR
BEEPING STEADILY)

(WOMAN SOBBING SOFTLY)

(SHALLOW BREATHING)

Why have you been fighting
with the other boys again, baby?

Peter?

They killed a little frog
that ain't done nothing.

Smushed it with a stick.

You're so like your daddy.

You even look like him.

And he was an angel.

- Composed out of pure light.
- Mer?

You got a present there for Peter,
don't you?

Of course.

(SOFTLY) There.

I've got you covered, Pete.

You open it up when I'm gone, okay?

- Your grandpa...
- (SNIFFLES)

...Is gonna take such good care of you.

At least until your daddy
comes back to get you.

Take my hand.

Peter.

- (SNIFFLES)
- Pete, come on.

Take my hand.

(HEART MONITOR FLATLINING)

PETER: Mom?

No! No! No! No!

Mom! No!

- Come with me.
- No!

(SCREAMING) No!

You've got to stay here. Please.

No...

Okay?

(SOBBING)

No.

(LOUD WHIRRING)

Mom!

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(BEEPING)

(CLICKS)

(UPBEAT POP MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHITTERING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Drop it!

Uh, hey.

(SPEAKING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)

- Drop it, now!
- Hey, cool, man. No problem.

No problem at all.

How do you know about this?

PETER: I don't even know what that is.

I'm just a junker, man.
I was just checking stuff out.

You don't look like a junker.
You're wearing Ravager garb.

This is just an outfit, man.

Ninja Turtle, you better stop poking me.

What is your name?

My name is Peter Quill, okay?
Dude, chill out.

- Move!
- Why?

Ronan may have questions for you.

PETER: Hey, you know what?

There's another name
you might know me by.

Star-Lord.

Who?

Star-Lord, man. Legendary outlaw.

- Guys?
- Move!

Ah, forget this.

(KORATH GROANS)

(GROANING)

(KORATH SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

(SHOUTING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)

(BEEPING)

(LAUGHING)

(LOUD THUD)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

WOMAN: Peter?

(PANTING)

What happened?

Hey, uh...

Uh... I...

- Bereet.
- Bereet!

Look, I'm gonna be totally honest
with you. I forgot you're here.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

REPORTER ON TV:
Scattered riots broke out

across the Kree Empire today

protesting the recent peace treaty
signed by the Kree Emperor

and Xandar's Nova Prime.

(BEEPING)

Peter, you have call.

- No, wait, don't!
- Quill?

Hey, Yondu.

I'm here on Morag.

Ain't no Orb, ain't no you.

Well, I was in the neighborhood.
I thought I'd save you the hassle.

Well, where are you at now, boy?

I feel really bad about this,
but I'm not gonna tell you that.

- I slaved putting this deal together.
- Slaved?

Making a few calls is "slaved"?
I mean, really?

And now you're gonna rip me off!

We do not do that to each other.
We're Ravagers. We got a code.

Yeah, and that code is
"steal from everybody."

When I picked you up on Terra...

"Picked me up."

...these boys of mine
wanted to eat you.

Yeah?

They ain't never tasted
any Terran before.

I stopped them.
You're alive because of me!

I will find you, 1 will...

(GRUNTS) Put a bounty on him!

Forty K.

- But I want him back alive.
- Yeah, Cap.

- Alive?
- That's what I said.

I told you when you picked that kid up,

you should have delivered him
like we was hired to do!

He was cargo!

You have always been soft on him.

You're the only one I'm being soft on!

Now, don't you worry about Mr. Quill.

As soon as we get him back here,

I'm gonna kill him myself.

What we do need to worry about,

is who else out there wants that Orb!

RONAN: They call me "terrorist,"

"radical " "zealot,"

because I obey the ancient laws
of my people, the Kree,

and punish those who do not.

Because I do not forgive your people

for taking the life of my father,

and his father,
and his father before him.

A thousand years of war between us
will not be forgotten!

XANDARIAN: You can't do this!
Our government signed a peace treaty.

RONAN: My government
knows no shame.

You Xandarians and your culture
are a disease.

You

will never rule Xandar.

No.

I will cure it!

(GRUNTING)

Ronan,

Korath has returned.

KORATH: Master, he is a thief,

an outlaw who calls himself Star-Lord.

But we have discovered
he has an agreement

to retrieve the Orb
for an intermediary known

as The Broker.

I promised Thanos
I would retrieve the Orb for him.

Only then will he destroy Xandar for me.

Nebula, go to Xandar
and get me the Orb.

It will be my honor.

It will be your doom.

If this happens again,
you'll be facing our father

without his prize.

I'm a daughter of Thanos.

Just like you.

But I know Xandar.

Ronan has already decreed that I...

Do not speak for me.

You will not fail.

Have I ever?

ROCKET: Xandarians.

What a bunch of losers.

All of them in a big hurry
to get from something stupid,

to nothing at all. Pathetic.

Look at this guy!

Can you believe they call us criminals,

when he's assaulting us
with that haircut?

What is this thing?
Look how it thinks it's so cool.

It's not cool to get help!
Walk by yourself, you little gargoyle.

- Look at Mr. Smiles over here.
- (INAUDIBLE)

Where's your wife, old man?
What a class-A prevert.

(LAUGHING) Right, Groot?

Groot?

Don't drink fountain water, you idiot.

- That's disgusting!
- Mmm.

Yes, you did. I just saw you doing it.

Why are you lying?

- (ELECTRONIC BEEPING)
- Whoop.

Looks like we got one.

Okay, humie, how bad
does someone wanna find you?

40,000 units?
Groot, we're gonna be rich.

(GURGLING)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

- Mr. Quill.
- Broker.

The Orb.

- As commissioned.
- Where's Yondu?

Wanted to be here. Sends his love.

And told me to tell you,

that you got the best eyebrows
in the business.

(SCOFFS)

What is it?

It's my policy never to discuss
my clients, or their needs.

Yeah, well, I almost died
getting it for you.

An occupational hazard,
I'm sure, in your line of work.

Some machine-headed freak,
working for a dude named Ronan.

Ronan? I'm sorry, Mr. Quill.

I truly am.

But I want no part of this transaction

- if Ronan is involved.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Who's Ronan?

A Kree fanatic,
outraged by the peace treaty,

who will not rest
until Xandarian culture, my culture,

- is wiped from existence!
- Whoa, whoa!

- Come on.
- He's someone

whose bad side I'd rather not be on.

What? What about my bad side?

Farewell, Mr. Quill.

Hey, we had a deal, bro!

What happened?

Ah, this guy just backed out of a deal
on me.

If there's one thing I hate,
it's a man without integrity.

Peter Quill. People call me Star-Lord.

You have the bearing of a man of honor.

Well, you know, I wouldn't say that.

People say it about me, all the time,

but it's not something
I would ever say about myself.

- (GRUNTS)
(GROANS)

- Ooh!
- (GRUNTYS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

This wasn't the plan.

Ah!

ROCKET: Put him in the bag.
Put him in the bag!

No! Not her, him!

Learn genders, man.

- (SCREAMING)
- Ow!

Biting? That's not fair!

- ROCKET: Take it easy!
- (SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

Ow!

(GRUNTS)

(BOTH GROANING)

Fool. You should have learned.

I don't learn. One of my issues.

(CROWD GASPING)

PETER: What the...
(MUFFLED YELLING)

Quit smiling, you idiot.
You're supposed to be a professional.

(GASPS)

You gotta be kidding me.

Ooh. Hey!

(GRUNTING)

(CROWD GASPING)

(GROANING)

I live for the simple things.

Like how much this is gonna hurt.

- (YELLING IN PAIN)
- (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(ROCKET LAUGHING)

Yeah. Writhe, little man.

(GROOT WHIMPERING)

It'll grow back, you d'ast idiot.

Quit whining.

(RUMBLING)

Subject 89P13, drop your weapon.

Aw, crap.

By the authority of the Nova Corps,

- you are under arrest...
- All right. Come on up.

...for endangerment to life
and the destruction of property.

Hey! If it isn't Star-Prince.

- Star-Lord.
- Oh, sorry. "Lord."

I picked this guy up a while back
for petty theft.

- He's got a code name.
- (SCOFFS)

OFFICER: Yeah. Stay out of the way.

Come on, man. It's a...
It's an outlaw name.

Just relax, pal.

It's cool to have a code name.
It's not that weird.

ROCKET: Fascists.

NOVA PRIME: Ronan is destroying

Xandarian outposts
throughout the galaxy.

I should think that would call for some
slight response on the part of the Kree.

We signed your peace treaty,
Nova Prime.

What more do you want?

At least a statement
from the Kree Empire

saying that they condemn his actions.

He is slaughtering children.

Families.

That is your business.

Now, I have other matters to attend to.

Prick.

- (BEEPS)
- Well, some good news.

It looks like we've apprehended
one of Ronan's compatriots.

DEY: Gamora.

Surgically modified
and trained as a living weapon.

The adopted daughter
of the Mad Titan, Thanos.

Recently, Thanos lent her
and her sister Nebula out to Ronan,

which leads us to believe that Thanos
and Ronan are working together.

Subject 89P13. Calls itself "Rocket."

The result of illegal genetic

and cybernetic experiments

- on a lower life form.
- (SPITS)

What the hell?

DEY: They call it "Groot."

A humanoid plant
that's been travelling recently

as 89P13's
personal houseplant/muscle.

(GRUNTING)

Peter Jason Quill, from Terra.

Raised from youth by a band
of mercenaries called the Ravagers,

led by Yondu Udonta.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know how this machine worked.

- What a bunch of a-holes.
- (CHUCKLEYS)

SAAL: Transport all four to the Kyin.

ROCKET: I guess most of Nova Corps
wanna uphold the laws,

but these ones here,
they're corrupt and cruel.

(CHUCKLING)
But, hey, that's not my problem.

I ain't gonna be here long.

I've escaped 22 prisons.
This one's no different.

You're lucky the broad showed up,

because otherwise, me and Groot

would be collecting that bounty
right now,

and you'd be getting
drawn and quartered

by Yondu and those Ravagers.

I've had a lot of folks
try to kill me over the years.

I ain't about to be brought down
by a tree and a talking raccoon.

Hold.

- What's a raccoon?
- PETER: "What's a raccoon?"

It's what you are, stupid.

Ain't no thing like me, except me.

So, this Orb has
a real shiny blue suitcase,

Ark of the Covenant,
Maltese Falcon sort of vibe.

- What is it?
- l am Groot.

So what? What's the Orb?

I have no words for an honorless thief.

Pretty high and mighty
coming from the lackey

of a genocidal maniac.

Yeah, I know who you are.

Anyone who's anyone
knows who you are.

Yeah, we know who you are.

- Who is she?
- l am Groot.

Yeah, you said that.

I wasn't retrieving the Orb for Ronan.

I was betraying him.

I had an agreement
to sell it to a third party.

I am Groot.

Well, that's just as fascinating
as the first 89 times you told me that.

What is wrong with Giving Tree, here?

Well, he don't know
talking good like me and you.

So his vocabulistics is limited
to "I" and "am" and "Groot."

Exclusively in that order.

I tell you what,
that's gonna wear real thin, real fast.

(POP MUSIC PLAYING
ON WALKMAN)

Hey.

Put that away.

- (ELECTRONIC BEEPING)
- Hey!

Listen to me, you big blue bastard.
Take those headphones off.

That's mine. Those belong to impound.

That tape and that player is mine!

- (GRUNTING)
(STATIC CRACKLING)

Hooked on a Feeling,
Blue Swede, 1973.

That song belongs to me!

- (GRUNTING)
(STATIC CRACKLING)

(SONG CONTINUES PLAYING)

(GROANS)

(ALL SHOUTING)

- You first! You first!
- Murderer!

Coming for you first, Gamora!
You're dead!

- You're scum! You're scum!
(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

It's like I said,

she's got a rep.

A lot of prisoners here
have lost their families

to Ronan and his goons.

She'll last a day, tops.

Murderer!

The guards will protect her, right?

They're here to stop us from getting out.

They don't care
what we do to each other inside.

Whatever nightmares the future holds,

are dreams
compared to what's behind me.

Check out the new meat.

I'm gonna slather you up
in Gunavian jelly,

and go to town...

(GROANING)

Let's make something clear.

This one here is our booty!

You wanna get to him,

you go through us!

Or, more accurately,

- we go through you.
- (BONES CRACKING)

(GROANING)

(SOBBING)

I'm with them.

INMATE: I hate you.

No cell's gonna protect you for long.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

- (GASPS)
- You're dead!

Dead!

(INAUDIBLE)

(ALL SNORING)

GUARD: Take her down to the showers.

It'll be easier to clean up
the blood down there.

(GRUNTS)

Quill, where you going?

Quill.

- Quill!
(GRUNTS)

Gamora, consider this a death sentence

for your crimes against the galaxy.

DRAX: You dare?

You know who I am, yes?

PRISONER: You're Drax.

The Destroyer.

Quill!

DRAX: And you know
why they call me this.

You slayed dozens of Ronan's minions.

Ronan murdered my wife, Ovette,

and my daughter, Camaria.

He slaughtered them where they stood.

And he laughed!

ROCKET: Quill?

DRAX: Her life

is not yours to take.

He killed my family.

I shall kill one of his in return.

Of course, Drax. Here, I...

- (GRUNTING)
(BONES CRACKING)

(CHUCKLING NERVOUSLY)

(WHISPERING)
Quill! What are you doing?

I'm no family to Ronan or Thanos.

(CLATTERS)

I'm your only hope at stopping him.

- (GRUNTING)
- Ahl

Woman, your words
mean nothing to me!

- Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Hey!
- Oh, crap.

You know, if killing Ronan
is truly your sole purpose,

I don't think this is
the best way to go about it.

Are you not the man
this wench attempted to kill?

Well, I mean,
she's hardly the first woman

to try and do that to me. (CHUCKLES)

Look, this is from
a smoking-hot Rajak girl.

Stabbed me with a fork.

Didn't like me skipping out on her
at sunrise.

I got, right here, a Kree girl
tried to rip out my thorax.

She caught me with
this skinny little A'askavariian

who worked in Nova Records.

I was trying to get information.

You ever see an A'askavariian?

They have tentacles,
and needles for teeth.

If you think I'm seriously interested
in that, then...

- You don't care. But here's the point.
- (BREATHING HEAVILY)

She betrayed Ronan.
He's coming back for her.

And when he does,

that's when you...

Why would I put
my finger on his throat?

What?

Oh, no, it's a symbol.

This is a symbol
for you slicing his throat.

I would not slice his throat.

I would cut his head clean off.

It's a general expression
for you killing somebody.

You've heard of this.
You've seen this, right?

- You know what that is.
- Yeah. Yeah.

- Everyone knows.
- No, no.

What I'm saying is,
you want to keep her alive.

Don't do his work for him.

(COUGHS)

I like your knife. I'm keeping it.

- That was my favorite knife.
- PETER: Listen!

I could care less
whether you live or whether you die.

- Then why stop the big guy?
- Simple.

You know where to sell my Orb.

How are we gonna sell it
when we and it are still here?

My friend Rocket, here,

has escaped 22 prisons.

Oh, we're getting out.

And then we're headed straight
to Yondu to retrieve your bounty.

How much was your buyer
willing to pay you for my Orb?

Four billion units.

- What?
- Holy shit.

That Orb is my opportunity to
get away from Thanos and Ronan.

If you free us,

I'll lead you to the buyer directly

and I'll split the profit
between the three of us.

I am Groot.

ROCKET: Four of us.

Asleep for the danger,
awake for the money,

as per frickin' usual.

(GROANING)

You have been betrayed, Ronan.

We know only that
she has been captured.

Gamora may yet recover the Orb.

No! Our sources within the Kyin say
Gamora has her own plans for the Orb.

Look, your partnership with Thanos

is at risk.

Thanos requires your presence. Now!

RONAN: With all due respect, Thanos,
your daughter made this mess,

and yet you summon me.

I would lower my voice, Accuser.

First, she lost a battle
with some primitive.

Thanos put Gamora under your charge.

RONAN: Then she was apprehended
by the Nova Corps.

You are the one here
with nothing to show for it.

Your sources say that she meant
to betray us the whole time!

Lower your tone!

I may be your...

I only ask that you take
this matter seriously.

The only matter
I do not take seriously, boy,

iS you.

Your politics bore me.

Your demeanor is that of a pouty child.

And, apparently, you alienated
my favorite daughter, Gamora.

I shall honor our agreement, Kree,

if you bring me the Orb.

But return to me again empty-handed,

and I will bathe the starways
in your blood.

Thanks, Dad. Sounds fair.

This is one fight you won't win.

Let's head to the Kyin.

ROCKET: If we're gonna get out of here,

we're gonna need to
get into that watchtower.

And to do that,
I'm gonna need a few things.

The guards wear security bands

to control their ins and outs. I need one.

Leave it to me.

ROCKET: That dude, there.
I need his prosthetic leg.

PETER: His leg?
ROCKET: Yeah.

God knows I don't need the rest of him.
Look at him, he's useless.

All right.

And finally, on the wall back there
is a black panel. Blinky yellow light.

- Do you see it?
- Yeah.

There's a quarnyx battery behind it.
Purplish box, green wires.

To get into that watchtower,
I definitely need it.

How are we supposed to do that?

Well, supposably,
these bald-bodies find you attractive.

So, maybe you can work out
some sort of trade.

You must be joking.

No, I really heard
they find you attractive.

Look, it's 20 feet up in the air,

and it's in the middle of the most
heavily-guarded part of the prison.

It's impossible to get up there
without being seen.

I got one plan,

and that plan requires
a frickin' quarnyx battery,

so figure it out!

Oh!

Can I get back to it? Thanks.

Now, this is important.

Once the battery is removed,

everything is gonna slam
into emergency mode.

Once we have it, we gotta move quickly,

so you definitely need to get that last.

(ALARM BLARING)

Or we could just get it first
and improvise.

- I'll get the armband.
- Leg.

(GROANING)

GUARD: Prisoner,

drop the device immediately
and retreat to your cell,

or we will open fire.

(ALARM CONTINUES)

I am

Groot!

Fire!

(GRUNTING)

All prisoners return
to your sleeping areas.

(GRUNTING)

You idiot!

How am I supposed to fight
these things without my stuff?

The animal is in control.

Fire on my command!

(GRUNTING)

Creepy little beast!

(GUN COCKS)

Oh, yeah.

(BOTH YELLING)

(LAUGHING)

You need my what?

(GRUNTING)

- I'll need this.
- Good luck.

It's internally wired.

I'll figure something out. (GRUNTS)

(GUARD GROANS)

Drop the leg!

Drop the leg
and move back to your cell!

(GRUNTING)

GAMORA: Rocket!

Move to the watchtower!

(PRISONERS GRUNTING)

(HUMMING)

(GRUNTING)

You!

Man who has lain with an A'askavariian!

It was one time, man.

We need all available guards
in full combat gear...

(ALARM BEEPING)

Whoa!

- (GUARD YELLING)
- (THUDS)

Spare me your foul gaze, woman.

Why is this one here?

We promised him he could stay
by your side until he kills your boss.

I always keep my promises,

when they're
to muscle-bound whack-jobs

who will kill me if I don't. Here you go.

Oh, I was just kidding about the leg.

I just need these two things.

- What?
- No, I thought it'd be funny.

Was it funny?

Oh, wait, what did he look like
hopping around?

I had to transfer him 30,000 units!

(CHUCKLING)

DRAX: How are we going to leave?

Well, he's got a plan.

Right? Or is that
another thing you made up?

I have a plan! I have a plan!

Cease your yammering

and relieve us
from this irksome confinement.

Yeah, I'll have to agree
with the walking thesaurus

on that one.

Do not ever call me a thesaurus.

It's just a metaphor, dude.

His people are completely literal.
Metaphors are gonna go over his head.

Nothing goes over my head.

My reflexes are too fast. I would catch it.

I'm gonna die surrounded by
the biggest idiots in the galaxy.

Those are some big guns.

On my command!

Number one!

Rodent, we are ready for your plan.

Hold on!

Number two!

I recognize this animal.

We'd roast them over a flame pit
as children.

Their flesh was quite delicious.

Not helping!

Number three!

(CRACKING)

All fire on my command!

Three!

Two!

One!

(POWERING DOWN)

GAMORA:
He turned off the artificial gravity,

everywhere but in here.

- (GRUNTS)
(MACHINE POWERS UP)

(GRUNTS)

I told you I had a plan.

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

That was a pretty good plan.

Huh?

Yeah! There it is. Get my ship.

It's the Milano, the orange and blue one
over in the corner.

They crumpled my pants up into a ball.

That's rude! They folded yours.

The Orb's there. Let's go.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- What?

That bastard didn't put it back.

- Put what back?
- Here.

Get them to the ship. I will be right back.

- How are you gonna possibly...
- Just keep the Milano close by.

Go.

Go!

(SIGHS)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

Ah, my neck!

(GROANS)

ROCKET: Well,
how's he gonna get to us?

GAMORA: He declined to share
that information with me.

Well, screw this, then!

I ain't waiting around
for some humie with a death wish.

You got the Orb, right?

Yes.

(POP SONG
PLAYING OVER WALKMAN)

(GRUNTS)

If we don't leave now,
we will be blown to bits.

No!

We're not leaving without the Orb.

Behold.

This one shows spirit.

He shall make a keen ally
in the battle against Ronan.

Companion, what were you retrieving?

(CASSETTE TAPE EJECTS)

(SIGHS)

You're an imbecile.

(ROCKET HUMMING)

PETER: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Yo, Ranger Rick! What are you doing?

You can't take apart my ship
without asking me!

- See, what is this?
- Don't touch that!

It's a bomb.

- A bomb?
- Yup.

And you leave it lying around?

I was gonna put it in a box.

What's a box gonna do?

- How about this one?
- No! Whoa. Hey!

- Leave it alone.
- Why? What is it?

- Shut up.
- Hey!

(SCOFFS)

What is that?

That's for if things get really hardcore.

Or if you wanna blow up moons.

No one's blowing up moons.

You just wanna suck the joy
out of everything.

So, listen, I'm gonna need
your buyer's coordinates.

We're heading in the right direction.
For now.

If we're gonna work together,
you might try trusting me a little bit.

And how much do you trust me?

I'd trust you a lot more
if you told me what this was.

Because I'm guessing
it's some kind of weapon.

I don't know what it is.

If it's a weapon,
we should use it against Ronan.

Put it down, you fool.
You'll destroy us all.

Or just you, murderess!

I let you live once, princess!

- l am not a princess!
- PETER: Hey!

Nobody is killing anybody on my ship!

We're stuck together
until we get the money.

I have no interest in money.

Great.

That means more money
for the three of us.

(GROOT HUFFING)

Mmm?

(SIGHS) For the four of us.

Partners.

We have an agreement,

but I would never be partners
with the likes of you.

I'll tell the buyer we're on our way.

And Quill, your ship is filthy.

Oh, she has no idea.

If I had a black light,

the place would look like
a Jackson Pollock painting.

You got issues, Quill.

(GRUNTING)

GUARD: I swear.
I don't know where they went! I swear.

NEBULA: If he knew
where they were headed,

he would have already told us.

Yeah.

Ronan,

the Nova Corps sent a fleet
to defend the prison.

Well, then,

send Necrocraft
to every corner of the quadrant.

Find the Orb. Any means, any price.

And this place?

The Nova can't know what we're after.

(GUARD SCREAMING)

Cleanse it!

Do you got any other
cute little buggers like this one?

I like to stick ‘em all in a row
on my control console.

I can't tell if you're joking or not.

He's being fully serious.

- In that case, I can show you...
- (CHUCKLING)

But first, you gonna tell me
what this Orb is,

and why everybody cares
so damn much about it.

And then you gonna tell me,

who out there might wanna buy it.

Sir, the high-end community is a...

(TALKING GIBBERISH)

- The high-end community is a...
- (TALKING GIBBERISH)

It's a tight-knit...

Tight-knit...

The high-end community
is a very tight-knit...

- (TALKING GIBBERISH)
- (SCOFFS)

I cannot possibly betray

the confidentiality of my buyers!

(WHISTLES)

(LAUGHING)

Now, who again is this buyer of yours?

TIVAN: Carina.

Yes, Master.

TIVAN: Your people do have elbows,
do they not?

We do, Master.

TIVAN: Then use them.

I don't have to remind you

what happened to the last attendant
who disappointed me.

Do I?

Chop, chop.
Our guests will be here soon.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

ROCKET: Heads up! We're inbound.

Whoa.

What is it?

GAMORA: It's called Knowhere.

The severed head
of an ancient celestial being.

Be wary headed in, rodent.

There are no regulations
whatsoever here.

GAMORA: Hundreds of years ago,
the Tivan Group sent workers in

to mine the organic matter
within the skull.

Bone, brain tissue, spinal fluid.

All rare resources, highly valued
in black markets across the galaxy.

It's dangerous and illegal work,
suitable only for outlaws.

Well, I come from a planet of outlaws.

Billy the Kid,

Bonnie and Clyde, John Stamos.

It sounds like a place,
which I would like to visit.

Yeah, you should.

KID: Excuse me.

- Watch your wallets.
- Can you spare any units?

PETER: Get out of here.

Your buyer's in there?

We are to wait here
for his representative.

- BOUNCER: Get out of here!
- (MAN GROANS)

This is no respectable establishment.

What do you expect us to do
while we wait?

(ALL CHEERING)

Yes! Yes!

Whoa!

(SQUEALING)

Yahoo!

(CHITTERING)

(SCREECHING)

My Orloni has won,

as I won at all things!

Now, let's put more of this liquid
into our bodies.

That's the first thing you said
that wasn't bat-shit crazy!

Man, you wouldn't believe
what they charge for fuel out here.

I might actually lose money on this job.

GAMORA:
My connection is making us wait.

It's just a negotiation tactic.
Trust me, this is my specialty.

Where yours is more,

"Stab, stab. Those are my terms."

My father didn't stress diplomacy.

Thanos?

He's not my father.

When Thanos took my home world,

he killed my parents in front of me.

He tortured me,

turned me into a weapon.

When he said he was going to destroy
an entire planet for Ronan,

I couldn't stand by and...

Why would you risk your life for this?

- ( WALKMAN CLICKS)
- (ROMANTIC POP SONG PLAYING)

My mother gave it to me.

My mom liked sharing with me all the
pop songs that she loved growing up.

I happened to have it on me,

when I was...

The day that she...

You know, when I left Earth.

GAMORA: What do you do with it?

Do? Nothing. You listen to it.
Or you can dance.

I'm a warrior and an assassin.
I do not dance.

Really?

On my planet,
there's a legend about people like you.

It's called

Footloose.

And in it, a great hero

named Kevin Bacon,

teaches an entire city full of people with
sticks up their butts that dancing, well...

It's the greatest thing there is.

Who put the sticks up their butts?

What? No, that's just a...

- That is cruel.
- It's just a phrase

people use.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(SHOUTING) The melody is pleasant!

- No!
- Ow! What the hell?

I know who you are, Peter Quill!

And I am not some starry-eyed waif
here to succumb to your...

Your pelvic sorcery!

That is not what is happening here.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Oh, no.

(GRUNTING)

(STRUGGLING)

(GRUNTING)

Stop it!

Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?

This vermin speaks of affairs
he knows nothing about!

- That is true!
- He has no respect!

- That is also true!
- Hold on! Hold on!

ROCKET: Keep calling me
vermin, tough guy!

You just wanna laugh at me
like everyone else!

Rocket, you're drunk. All right?
No one's laughing at you.

He thinks I'm some stupid thing!
He does!

Well, I didn't ask to get made!

I didn't ask to be torn apart,

and put back together, over and over

and turned into some... (INHALES)

Some little monster!

Rocket, no one's calling you a monster.

He called me "vermin"!

She called me "rodent"!

Let's see if you can laugh

after five or six good shots
to your frickin' face!

(STAMMERING) No, no, no, no!

Four billion units! Rocket!

Come on, man. Hey!

Suck it up for one more lousy night

and you're rich.

Fine.

But I can't promise, when all this is over

I'm not gonna Kill
every last one of you jerks.

See? That's exactly why
none of you have any friends!

Five seconds after you meet somebody,
you're already trying to kill them!

We have travelled,
halfway across the quadrant.

And Ronan is no closer to being dead.

- Drax!
- Let him go.

We don't need him.

CARINA: Milady Gamora.

I'm here to fetch you for my master.

Okay, this isn't creepy at all.

We house the galaxy's
largest collection

of fauna, relics,
and species of all manner.

(GROWLING)

(MUFFLED BARKING)

I present to you,

Taneleer Tivan, The Collector.

Oh, my dear Gamora.

How wonderful to meet in the flesh.

Let's bypass the formalities, Tivan.

We have what we discussed.

What is that thing there?

I am Groot.

TIVAN: I never thought I'd meet a Groot.

Sir...

You must allow me to pay you now
so that I may own your carcass.

At the moment of your death, of course.

I am Groot.

Why, so he could turn you
into a frickin' chair?

That's your pet?

- His what?
- Tivan.

We have been halfway
around the galaxy, retrieving this Orb.

Very well, then.

Let us see what you brought.

DISPATCHER: Three quarnyx batteries,
seven cases of Cotati seeds.

No, cases. Last time, you sent me...

Uh...

You shall send a message for me.

Oh, my new friends.

Before creation itself,

there were six singularities.

Then the universe exploded
into existence,

and the remnants of these systems

were forged into concentrated ingots.

- (WHIRRING)
- Infinity Stones.

These stones, it seems,

can only be brandished

by beings of extraordinary strength.

Observe.

These carriers can use the Stone
to mow down entire civilizations

like wheat in a field.

There's a little pee
coming out of me right now.

Once, for a moment,

a group was able to share
the energy amongst themselves,

but even they
were quickly destroyed by it.

Beautiful.

Beyond compare.

Blah, blah, blah.

We're all very fascinated, whitey.
But we'd like to get paid.

TIVAN: How would you like to get paid?

ROCKET: What do you think,
fancy man? Units!

TIVAN: Very well, then.

Carina.

Stand back.

I will no longer be your slave!

No!

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(BOTH YELLING)

What the...

(GRUNTS)

How could I think Tivan could contain
whatever was within the Orb?

What do you still have it for?

PETER: What are we gonna do,
leave it in there?

I can't believe you had that
in your purse!

It's not a purse, it's a knapsack!

We have to bring this
to the Nova Corps.

There's a chance they can contain it.

ROCKET: Are you kidding me?

We're wanted by the Nova Corps.
Just give it to Ronan!

So he can destroy the galaxy?

What are you,
some saint all of a sudden?

What has the galaxy ever done for you?
Why would you wanna save it?

Because I'm one of the idiots
who lives in it!

Peter, listen to me.

We cannot allow the Stone
to fall into Ronan's hands.

We have to go back to your ship,

and deliver it to Nova.

Right, right, okay. I think you're right.

Or we could give it to somebody
who's not going to arrest us,

who's really nice

for a whole lot of money.

I think it's a really good balance
between both of your points of view.

You're despicable.

Dishonorable.

Faithless!

- Oh, no.
- DRAX: At last!

(LAUGHING)

I shall meet my foe and destroy him.

You called Ronan?

YONDU: Quill! Don't you move, boy!

Don't you move! Get out of the way!

Ronan the Accuser!

You are the one
who transmitted the message?

DRAX: You killed my wife.

You killed my daughter!

I told you, you can't fit.
Now, wait here. I'll be back.

It is Gamora.
She is escaping with the Orb.

(SPEAKING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)

No!

RONAN: Nebula,

- retrieve the Orb.
- (GRUNTING)

NEBULA: The Stone
is in the furthest pod.

Bring it down!

Ah!

(GRUNTS)

Rocket, keep them off Gamora
until she gets to the Milano.

How? We've got
no weaponry on these things.

These pods are industrial grade.

They're nearly indestructible.

Not against necroblasts, they're not.

That's not what I'm saying.

Oh!

(YELLING)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

PETER: Let me borrow your ride.

(GRUNTING)

(BONES CRACKING)

(SCREAMING)

I don't recall killing your family.

I doubt I'll remember killing you, either.

(GRUNTING)

Quill, I'm trapped.
I can't make it to the Milano.

I have to head out.

Wait! These things
aren't meant to go out there.

You are a disappointment, sister.

Of all our siblings,

I hated you least.

GAMORA: Nebula, please.

If Ronan gets this stone

- he'll kill us all.
- NEBULA: Not all.

You will already be dead.

NEBULA: Ronan, it is done.

ROCKET: Quill, come on.

Her body mods should keep her alive
a couple more minutes,

but there's nothing we can do for her.

These pods
aren't meant to be out here.

In a second, we're gonna be
in the same boat.

Aw, damn it.

ROCKET: Quill?

Yondu! Yondu.

This is Quill!

- My coordinates are 227K324.
- ROCKET: Quill.

Quill, what are you doing?

Just outside Knowhere.

If you're there, come get me.

I'm all yours.

ROCKET: Quill, don't be ridiculous.

Get back into your pod!

You can't fit two people in there.
You're gonna die.

You'll die in seconds!

Quill.

(GAMORA GASPS)

(GASPING)

(COUGHING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Quill?

What happened?

I saw you out there.

I don't know what came over me.

But I couldn't let you die.

I found something inside of myself.

Something

incredibly heroic.

I mean, not to brag,

- but, objectively...
- (SIGHS DEEPLY)

Where's the Orb?

It's... Well, they got the Orb.

- What?
- (DOOR OPENS)

Welcome home, Peter.

(COUGHING)

(INHALING DEEPLY)

Blasted idiot. They're all idiots!

(GRUNTS)

Quill just got himself captured.

None of this ever would have happened
if you didn't try to single-handedly

take on a frickin' army!

(SIGHS)

You're right.

I was a fool.

All the anger,

all the rage,

was just to cover my loss.

(SIGHS)

Oh, boo-hoo-hoo.
"My wife and child are dead."

(GASPS)

Oh, I don't care if it's mean!

Everybody's got dead people.

It's no excuse to get everybody else

dead along the way!

Come on, Groot. Ronan has the Stone.

The only chance we got is
to get to the other side of the universe

as fast as we can and maybe,

just maybe, we'll be able to live full lives
before that whack-job ever gets there.

I am Groot.

Save them? How?

I am Groot.

I know they're the only friends
that we ever had,

but there's an army
of Ravagers around them.

And there's only two of us!

Three.

(GRUNTING)

Aw!

You're making me

beat...up

grass!

RONAN: The Orb is in my possession,

as I promised.

Bring it to me.

Yes, that was our agreement.

Bring you the Orb,

and you will destroy Xandar for me.

However, now that I know
it contains an Infinity Stone,

I wonder what use I have for you.

Boy,

I would reconsider your current course.

Master! You cannot!

Thanos is the most powerful being
in the universe.

Not anymore.

You call me "boy!"

I will unfurl 1,000 years of Kree justice
on Xandar,

and burn it to its core!

Then, Thanos,

I am coming for you.

After Xandar,
you are going to kill my father?

You dare to oppose me?

You see what he has turned me into.

If you kill him, I will help you
destroy a thousand planets.

- YONDU: You betray me?
- (PETER GROANS)

Steal my money?

Stop it! Leave him alone!

When I picked you up as a kid,

these boys wanted to eat you.

They ain't never tasted Terran before.

I saved your life!

Oh, will you shut up about that? God!

Twenty years, you been
throwing that in my face,

like it's some great thing, not eating me.

Normal people don't even think
about eating someone else!

Much less that person
having to be grateful for it!

You abducted me, man.

You stole me from my home
and from my family.

You don't give a damn
about your Terral!

You're scared

because you're soft in here.

Here, right here!

GAMORA: Yondu!

Listen to me.

Ronan has something
called an Infinity Stone.

I know what he's got, girl.

Then you know we must get it back!

He's gonna use it to wipe out Xandar.

We have to warn them.
Billions of people will perish.

Is that what she's been
filling your head with, boy?

- Sentiment?
- (ALL LAUGHING)

Eating away your brain like maggots!

That's it. (WHISTLES)

No!

Sorry, boy.

But a captain's gotta teach his men
what happens to those what cross him.

Captain's gotta teach stuff!

(ALL AGREEING)

If you kill me now,

you are saying goodbye to
the biggest score you have ever seen.

The Stone?

I hope you got something
better than that.

Because ain't nobody stealing
from Ronan.

We got a ringer.

Is that right?

She knows everything
there is to know about Ronan.

His ships,

his army.

He's vulnerable.

Hey, what do you say, Yondu, huh?

Me and you, taking down a mark
side-by-side, like the old days.

(PETER CHUCKLES)

(WHISTLES)

(LAUGHS)

Let him go!

(ALL LAUGHING)

You always did have a scrote, boy!

That's why I kept you on as a young'un.

(RUMBLING)

(EXPLOSION)

Captain, the shot was non-damaging.

ROCKET: Attention, idiots.

The lunatic on top of this craft
is holding a Hadron Enforcer.

It's a weapon of my own design.

What the hell?

If you don't hand over
our companions now,

he's gonna tear your ship a new one.

A very big new one!

- l ain't buyin' it.
- I'm giving you to the count of five.

- 5,4, 3...
- No! Wait, hold on!

Rocket, it's me, for God sakes!

We figured it out! We're fine!

ROCKET: Oh, hey, Quill.
What's going on?

You call that "figured it out"?

We're gonna rob the guys
who just beat us senseless.

Oh, you want to talk about senseless?

How about trying to save us
by blowing us up?

We were only gonna blow you up
if they didn't turn you over!

And how on earth
were they gonna turn us over

when you only gave them
a count of five?

We didn't have time
to work out the minutiae

of the plan.

This is what we get
for acting altruistically.

- I am Groot.
- They are ungrateful.

What's important now

is we get the Ravagers' army

to help us save Xandar.

So we can give the Stone to Yondu

who's just gonna sell
to somebody even worse?

We'll figure that part out later.

We have to stop Ronan.

How?

I have a plan.

You've got a plan?

Yes.

First of all, you're copying me from

- when I said I had a plan.
- No, I'm not.

People say that all the time.
It's not that unique of a thing to say.

Secondly, I don't even
believe you have a plan.

I have part of a plan!

What percentage of a plan
do you have?

You don't get to ask questions

after the nonsense
you pulled on Knowhere.

I just saved Quill.

We've already established

that you destroying the ship
that I'm on is not saving me.

- When did we establish it?
- Like three seconds ago!

I wasn't listening.
I was thinking of something else.

(GROANS)

She's right. You don't get an opinion.

What percentage?

I don't know. Twelve percent.

Twelve percent?

(LAUGHS)

That's a fake laugh.

- It's real!
- Totally fake.

That is the most real, authentic,
hysterical laugh of my entire life

because that is not a plan.

It's barely a concept.

You're taking their side?

I am Groot.

So what, it's better than 11%?

What the hell does that
have to do with anything?

Thank you, Groot. Thank you.

See? Groot's the only one of you
who has a clue.

(CHOMPING)

(SCOFFS)

Guys.

Come on.

Yondu is gonna be here in two seconds.

He expects to hear this big plan of ours.

I need your help.

I look around at us.

You know what I see?

Losers.

I mean, like,

folks who have lost stuff.

And we have. Man, we have. All of us.

Our homes,

our families,

normal lives.

And, usually, life takes more
than it gives. But not today.

Today, it's given us something.

It has given us a chance.

To do what?

To give a shit.

For once.

Not run away.

I, for one, am not gonna
stand by and watch

as Ronan wipes out
billions of innocent lives.

But, Quill, stopping Ronan,

it's impossible.

You're asking us to die.

(SIGHS)

Yeah, I guess I am.

(STAMMERS)

GAMORA: Quill.

I have lived most my life
surrounded by my enemies.

I will be grateful
to die among my friends.

You are an honorable man, Quill.

I will fight beside you.

And in the end,

I will see my wife and daughter again.

I am Groot.

(SIGHS)

Oh, what the hell.
I don't got that long a lifespan, anyway.

Now I'm standing. Y'all happy?

We're all standing up now.

Bunch of jackasses,
standing in a circle.

(WALKMAN CLICKS)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

GAMORA: The Stone reacts
to anything organic.

The bigger the target,
the bigger the power surge.

All Ronan's got to do is touch the Stone
to the planet's surface and zap.

All plants, animals,

- Nova Corps.
- GAMORA: Everything will die.

So Ronan does not make the surface.

(WHIRRING)

PETER: Rocket will lead a team
to blow a hole

in the Dark Aster's starboard hull.

Then, our craft and Yondu's will enter.

Won't there be
hundreds of Sakaaran soldiers inside?

I think of Sakaaran as paper people.

Once they know we're on board,

Ronan will isolate himself behind
impenetrable security doors on deck.

Which I can disable
by dismantling the power source.

PETER: We'll make it to the flight deck,

and I'll use the Hadron Enforcer
to kill Ronan.

Once Ronan is dead,
we will retrieve the Stone.

Use these devices to contain it.

If you touch it,

it will kill you.

PETER: I'll contact
one of the Nova officers

- who arrested us.
- (RINGING)

Hopefully, they'll believe
we're there to help.

There's one more thing
we need to complete the plan.

That guy's eye.

No! No, we don't. No, we don't need

that guy's eye.

No, seriously, I need it!
It's important to me. (GIGGLES)

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Ronan's fleet has been spotted,

and will arrive in T-minus

fifteen minutes.

Remember, boy.

At the end of all this,

I get the Stone.

You cross me, we Kill you all.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Let's go get ‘em, boys!

This is a terrible plan.

Hey, you're the one who said
you wanted to die among friends.

Nova Prime.

I received a transmission

from one of the Ravagers.

He says Ronan's in possession of
something called an Infinity Stone

and he's headed toward Xandar.

Good God.

It's a trick. He's a criminal.

NOVA PRIME: Did he say
why we should believe him?

He said his crew
just escaped from prison

so he'd have no other reason
to risk coming to Xandar to help.

He says that he's an

"a-hole."

But he's not,

and I'm quoting him, here,

"100% a dick."

Do you believe him?

I don't know that I believe anyone
is 100% a dick, ma'am.

I mean, do you believe
that he is here to help?

Yeah.

A fleet approaches.

They appear to be Ravagers.

(WHIRRING)

Fire!

YONDU: Cover it down.

Submerge!

Rocket, hurry!

All pilots, dive!

They're beneath us!

NOVA PRIME: Evacuate the city.

Our priority is to get our people
away from the battle.

Forward thrust, now!

(GRUNTING)

Come on!

Quill! Yondu! Now!

YONDU: Aw, hell!

- I'm going down, Quill!
(ALARM BLARING)

No more games with me, boy!

I'll see you

at the end of this!

There are too many of them, Rocket!

We'll never make it up there!

SAAL: Peter Quill.

This is Denarian Saal
of the Nova Corps.

For the record,
I advised against trusting you here.

They got my "dick" message!

Prove me wrong.

(ENGINE REVS)

Yes! (LAUGHS)

Yes!

- (DRAX LAUGHING)
(EXHALES)

We're just like Kevin Bacon.

(LASERS FIRING)

The starboard kern has been breached!

We have been boarded.

Continue our approach.

But the Nova Corps have engaged.

None of that will matter
once we reach the surface.

Seal security doors!

Now!

(SPEAKS NATIVE LANGUAGE)

NEBULA: Get out of my way!

Oh, man.

All Nova pilots,
interlock and form a blockade.

The Dark Aster
must not reach the ground.

(ZAPS)

NOVA CORPS PILOT 1: Locked in!

NOVA CORPS PILOT 2: Locked in.

We're locked in.

I can barely see.

When did you learn to do that?

Pretty sure the answer is

"I am Groot."

The flight deck is 300 meters this way.

I want you all to know that I am grateful
for your acceptance after my blunders.

It is pleasing to once again have

friends.

You, Quill, are my friend.

Thanks.

- This dumb tree, he is my friend.
- GROOT: Mmm.

And this green whore, she, too...

Oh, you must stop!

(NEBULA GRUNTS)

Gamora, look at what you have done.

You have always been weak.

You stupid, traitorous...

Nobody talks to my friends like that.

Head to the flight deck.

I'll shut down the power
to the security doors.

(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)

GUARD: Yondu Udonta.

Order your men
to turn on the Nova Corps.

(WHISTLES)

Enough nonsense, Ravager!

- Time to die...
- (WHISTLES)

(WHISTLES)

(GROANS)

(BONE CRACKS)

- (WHIRRING)
(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Nebula, please.

(GRUNTS)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)

(SCREAMS)

Enough of this. Necrocraft pilots,

enact immolation initiative.

STARBLASTER PILOT:
They're dive-bombing the city!

Denarian Saal,
should we break formation?

No! Hold your positions.

(EXPLOSIONS)

(ALL CLAMORING)

Keep Ronan up there, Saal.

We'll take care of the people
down here.

I can't believe
I'm taking orders from a hamster.

Star-Lord.

Finally.

(GRUNTS)

Ah!

- You thief!
- (DRAX YELLS)

(YELLING)

(YELLING)

You will never make it to Ronan.

Everybody shoot them
before they hit the ground.

Come on!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(ROARS)

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

Finger to the throat means death.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

Metaphor.

Yeah, sorta.

Oh, no.

(GRUNTS)

(GROOT YELLING)

RONAN: Xandar!

You stand accused.

Your wretched peace treaty will not

save you now.

It is the tinder on which you burn.

(GROANS)

Rocket!

Hold on, Saal, just...

(SCREAMS)

Quill, you gotta hurry.

The city's been evacuated,

but we're getting our asses
kicked down here.

Gamora hasn't opened the door!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GAMORA SCREAMS)

(YELLS)

GAMORA: Nebula!

Sister, help us fight Ronan.

You know he's crazy.

I know you're both crazy.

No!

- What the...?
- Ah!

- NEBULA: Get out!
- (MAN SCREAMING)

(GUN POWERING UP)

You did it!

(SCREAMS)

(CHOKING)

I was mistaken.

I do remember your family.

Their screams were

- pitiful. I...
(STARSHIP APPROACHING)

(SCREAMS)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(SHIP RUMBLING)

(GRUNTS)

(RUMBLES)

No, Groot!

You can't.

You'll die.

Why are you doing this?

Why?

We

are

Groot.

(POP MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY)

(MOANS)

(GROANS)

I called him an idiot.

(WHIMPERS)

You killed Groot!

(SCREAMS)

Behold!

Your guardians of the galaxy.

What fruit have they wrought?

Only that my father and his father

shall finally know vengeance.

People of Xandar,

the time has come

to rejoice and renounce

your paltry gods!

Your salvation is at hand.

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)

(PETER SINGING ALONG
TO POP SONG)

Listen to these words.

(CONTINUES SINGING)

Now bring it down hard!

What are you doing?

Dance-off, bro. Me and you.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Gamora.

Subtle. Take it back.

What are you doing?

I'm distracting you,
you big turd blossom.

(GUN COCKS)

No!

(EXPLOSIONS)

Peter! Take my hand!

Take my hand, Peter.

Mom.

GAMORA: Take my hand!

You're mortal!

How?

You said it yourself, bitch.

We're the Guardians of the Galaxy.

(GROWLS)

(ALL PANTING)

YONDU: Well, well, well.

Quite the light show.

(CHUCKLES)

Ain't this sweet.

(GUN COCKS)

But you got some business to attend to

before all the nookie-nookie starts.

Peter, you can't. Peter.

You gotta reconsider this, Yondu.

I don't know who you're selling this to,

but the only way
the universe can survive

is if you give it to the Nova Corps.

I may be as pretty as an angel,

but I sure as hell ain't one.

Hand it over, son.

(LAUGHS)

Yondu.

Do not open that Orb.
You know that, right?

You've seen what it does to people.

(YONDU LAUGHS)

Yeah, Quill turned out okay.

It's probably good
we didn't deliver him to his dad

like we was hired to do.

Yeah, that guy was a jackass.

He is gonna be so pissed when he
realizes I switched out the Orb on him.

(CHUCKLES)

He was gonna kill you, Peter.

Oh, I know.

But he was about the only family I had.

No.

He wasn't.

(SNIFFLING)

(SOBBING)

(SNIFFLES)

(GROANS)

(SOBS)

(SNIFFS)

(ROCKET SIGHS)

PETER: Why would you
even know this?

DEY: When we arrested you, we noticed
an anomaly in your nervous system,

so we had it checked out.

I'm not Terran?

NOVA PRIME: You are half Terran.

Your mother was of Earth.
Your father, well,

he's something very ancient
we've never seen here before.

That could be why you were able

to hold the Stone for as long as you did.

- (DOOR OPENING)
- Your friends have arrived.

On behalf of the Nova Corps,

we'd like to express
our profound gratitude

for your help in saving Xandar.

If you will follow Denarian Dey,

he has something to show you.

Thank you, Nova Prime.

Your wife and child shall rest well
knowing that you have avenged them.

Yes.

Of course, Ronan was only a puppet.

It's really Thanos I need to Kill.

We tried to keep it as close
to the original as possible.

We salvaged as much as we could.

Wow.

Thank you.

I have a family.

They're alive because of you.

Your criminal records
have also been expunged.

However, I have to warn you against
breaking any laws in the future.

ROCKET: Question.

What if I see something
that I want to take,

and it belongs to someone else?

DEY: You will be arrested.

But what if I want it more
than the person who has it?

- It's still illegal.
- That doesn't follow.

No, I want it more, sir.
Do you understand?

What are you laughing at?

Why? I can't have a discussion
with this gentleman?

What if someone
does something irksome

and I decide to remove his spine?

That's...

That's actually murder.

It's one of the worst crimes of all.

So...also illegal.

Hmm.

They'll be fine, Dey.

I'm gonna keep an eye on 'em.

You?

Yeah. Me.

(PAPER RUSTLES)

MEREDITH: Peter,

I know these last few months
have been hard for you.

But I'm going to a better place.

And I will be okay.

And I will always be with you.

You are the light of my life.

My precious son.

My little Star-Lord.

Love, Mom.

(CLICKS)

- (R&B MUSIC PLAYING)
(KNOB CLICKS)

(LAUGHTER)

(BEEPS)

(YAWNS)

PETER: So, what should we do next?

Something good?

Something bad?

A bit of both?

We'll follow your lead, Star-Lord.

Bit of both.

(STARSHIP REVVING)

(SOUL MUSIC PLAYING)

HOWARD: What do you let it
lick you like that for?

Gross.

(SIPS)

Yeah!

But it burns going down.

(LIPS SMACKING AND GULPING)