All language subtitles for Guardians of the Galaxy s02e03 Lyin Eyes.eng

PETER: Look, duct
tape is pretty much a miracle creation

that right now is holding
this ship together.

But that isn't
one of its uses.

Quill, Rocket informed me

this binding ribbon
was excellent body armor.

Uh, of course
he did, Drax.

Did he also
happen to mention

how to get that
armor off your body?

How would
that be a problem?

(TAPE RIPS OFF)
(DRAX SCREAMING)

Hmm.

BROKER: Rocket? Is everything
all right?

What? No. No, no.
Everything's swell.

So, let's skip
the formalities, Broker.

Word on the street is,
you've been getting into the high-risk market.

I could, in theory, broker
a deal for the Cosmic Seed,

assuming that's
why you contacted me.

Cosmic Seed? Oh...
(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

That's so last cycle.

I got something better.

Found it inside
Thanos' asteroid.

Yes! Oh, that will do.

I'll come by your ship.
What's your dock number?

Ain't the kind of deal

I want to share
with my partners.

How about I meet you
at Starlin's?

Whoa!

This is not body armor.

It is a painfully
effective adhesive.

I demand an apology.
(GRUNTING)

You should apologize to me
for wasting the last of my duct tape!

(GRUNTS)
(SIGHS)

That stuff don't grow
on trees, you know.

Now leave me alone.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

DRAX: I will not leave
your side

until I receive
an honorable apology.

I have made amends by
conserving your supply

until you find
a true duct tape tree.

Now, is there something
you wish to say to me?

Yeah. Take a hike!
I'm meetin' somebody.

Uh, so's I can buy parts
to fix our ship.

Yeah, that's it.

Drax the Destroyer.

Where ya been
hidin' yourself, buddy?

Greetings, J'Que.
Drax the Destroyer does not hide.

I have been guarding
the galaxy with my friends.

Yah!
(GRUNTS)

Okay.

Hey, how about a whirl
on the F'saki table for old times, huh?

(CHITTERING)

Drax the Destroyer
will play.

And win, as I win
at all things.

Alas, I do not possess
any units to purchase a F'saki to race.

Fine. One game.

Then you gotta leave
(BEEPING)

so's I can conduct
my business.

I accept your apology.
It ain't an apology!

It's insurance
that nothing's gonna go wrong.

(ROCKET GROANING)

Hey! What happened here?

Can't remember? Too bad.
(CHITTERING)

You two ain't goin' nowhere

till these damages
are paid for.

I do not remember
causing these damages,

so I will not accept
payment for them.

Where's my Pocket
Dimension Storage Vial?

If you deadbeats won't pay,

then you're gonna be
part of the damage.

(SCREECHING)

(BOTH GASP)

(SCREECHING)
DRAX: Fear not.

I will fend off these F'sakis
with my... Where is my ax? (CHITTERING)

Well, great!
Our weapons are gone, too?

You know, whatever happened,
I blame you.

I cannot accept blame
for something I do not recall.

Then let me refresh
your memories.

You two and your
other friend

destroyed
my establishment!

(CHITTERING)

What other friend?
We don't have friends.

Not true, Rocket.
We have many friends.

(BODY THUDS)

Quill. Groot. Gamora.

Aah!

What is wrong with...

(PULLS ARROW OUT)
Ugh!

Yondu.

I do not consider
Yondu a friend.

Neither do I. But that's gotta
be who J'Que was talking about.

(SNIFFING)
Yondu must have slipped a knockout arrow on us.

And stole my vial.

And we have no
krutackin' way of finding it!

(GRUNTS)

Or maybe we do.

Follow that arrow!

DRAX: What is so important
about this vial Yondu has taken?

Were you not on a mission
to get repair parts?

ROCKET: Uh, the parts
are in the vial, obviously.

We need them!
(GROANS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(ROCKET YELLS)

Oh. Sorry.

(CHITTERING)

(ROCKET PANTING)

DRAX: When did you
have time to obtain the spare parts?

Stop asking
krutackin' questions!

(BOTH GASP)

Perhaps we should enlist
the help of our allies.

No way! 'Cause
we don't want 'em to know we...

I mean, you
lost our parts, do we?

But surely our absence
would cause greater concern.

(BEEPING)

Hey, Gamora, you notice
how peaceful it's been around the ship?

Now that you mention it.

I am Groot.

Eh. Probably
just a coincidence.

(YONDU WHISTLING)

Ah, there you are,
old friend.

Was wondering where
you flew off to. (GASPS)

Yo, Yondu, give us back
that vial you stole.

(LAUGHS) I didn't steal
nothin' from you, varmint.

Now, I won that vial,
and your weapons, fair and square

in that F'saki race.

Which wasn't rigged at all.

Oh, yeah? Tell it to the F'saki!
Huh? Heh...

ROCKET: They sure like
them treats you got stashed in your pocket.

Eh, mmm...

Uh, pure coincidence.

DRAX:
You made us unconscious, and destroyed the tavern.

YONDU: Maybe I did,
maybe I didn't.

Who knows?

I ain't no detective.
(GASPS)

I know 412 ways
to use this weapon.

Uh, wait, wait, wait!
(NERVOUS CHUCKLE)

I'd love to give you
back the vial,

but the thing is,
I don't have it.

I ran into the Broker.
He had units, and...

What was I supposed to do?

You sold it? To the Broker?

Why? Somethin'
important in it?

It contains parts
to fix our ship.

(CHUCKLES)
Well, flarg.

We got a whole hangar
full of ships here.

I can rip off
any part you need.

It wasn't just parts,
it was... (SOBS)

It was the last
lock of tail fur from my sainted mother!

I did not know this.
There is nothing more important than family.

Except maybe our weapons.

Hand 'em over, Yondu.
(GRUNTS)

My vial!
(GASPS)

Give it back,
or I decorate the room with your insides.

Please! I don't
have it anymore.

It wouldn't open,
so I sold it

as a blind lot
to an auction house.

Do you respect
Rocket's mother?

I'm sure that I do.

Then you will
tell us the location of this auction house.

It won't be easy
to get into.

It's a very selective crowd
with exclusive entry bands.

These aren't
your kind of people.

No people are
my kind of people.

But that won't stop us.

We're pros.

"Undercover" is
our middle name.

Incorrect.
My middle name is "the."

Oy.

ROCKET: Okay.
Don't mess this up.

Fear not.
I will impress you

with the false
identity skills you and Quill

have been teaching me.

No entry without
a wrist band.

I do not require
a wrist band.

For I am Dra...
Drackson.

Drackson the Flame Broiler.

I am catering this event.

Oh, yeah?

And who's he?
He is the main course.

Well, let's see
if you're on the list. (BEEPS)

Drackson...

Uh, here you are.

We're actually on
the guest list?

No. The "terminate
on sight" list.

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

Two against one?

(LAUGHS) We got this.

Then clearly,
you've never met...

(TOGETHER)
The Blood Brothers!

(BOTH YELL)

(WHIMPERS)

For the honor
of Rocket's mother!

(YELLS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)
(GROANS)

Aah!
(ROCKET GRUNTS)

You cannot defeat us.

(ALL GRUNT)

(TOGETHER)
For we are of one mind!

Aah!
(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

You share a brain?
Hmm, makes sense.

Aah! Which one's
using it right now?

(GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

So you guys share
everything?

That's gotta be
awkward sometimes.

Like right now!
(CRACKLING)

(BOTH CRYING OUT)
That was just to get your attention.

And now you're out cold!

(BOTH GROAN)

See? That's why I always
say sharing is overrated.

Taking,
on the other hand...

(CHUCKLES)

Keep your eyes peeled.

The vial's gotta be
somewhere, ready for sale.

Eye-peeling is
a barbaric practice.

My people outlawed it
long ago.

(GROANS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hmm.

(QUACKS)

Weird.

Tell me, friend,
have you ever considered

maximizing your potential
through belief?

Behold, Drax the Destroyer!

Is this not maximum enough?

The Believers can
show you how to move beyond the physical

with the power of your mind.

ROCKET: Believers, huh?

We met one of those
crackpots on Spartax.

Ain't you a little far
from home out here?

Our ranks expand,
thanks to the work of our patriarch.

We now have eyes and ears
across the galaxy.

Complete bodies
would be more useful.

A Golden Age is coming,
my friend.

We believe an item
at this very auction

will usher in that age.

(WHISPERING) These are
the same nutjobs

who thought Quill
was the Chosen One.

I wouldn't take 'em
too seriously.

Here, brother.

This will point you to
the nearest Believer ship,

so you can join us
once you see the light.

Thank you, but my eyesight
is already perfect.

(GRUNTS)

We ain't here
to make friends.

Those two are nuttier
that that antenna lady on Spartax.

You mean her?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Mantis?
She'll recognize us! Hide!

Oh! (GRUNTING)

BELIEVERS: Hail, Mantis,
celestial protege of the Universal Believers.

Brother Raker.
Brother Arokine.

I have located the vial.

I believe it emanates

the energy signature
predicted by the prophecy.

(F'SAKIS CHITTERING)

(CHUCKLES)

(GROWLING)
Aah!

(CHITTERING)

RAKER: The prophecy states
the item that lies within

will bring about
a new Golden Age.

Or the destruction
of the universe.

But we believe
the Golden Age... (CHOMPS)

(SHRIEKS)
...will be the outcome.

(CHITTERS)

Come. We must exercise
the mental powers granted by our belief.

We believe the others
at this auction

will not bid on the vial.

(GRUNTING)
(CHIRPING)

(GRUNTS)
(F'SAKI TRILLING)

You hear that? Those wackos
could destroy the universe!

But how could
your mother's tail fur

bring about the end
of the universe?

Have you met my mom?

DRAX: Point taken.

(CHITTERING)

ROCKET: Aah!
(DRAX GROANS)

(SNIFFING)

Ugh! Truly foul.

Where are we?

You know how
Knowhere's a big head?

Well, this is
the sinus cavity.

They use it
as a vault.

The vial wasn't
in the auction house,

so this is the only
other place it could be.

I believe I came
to the same conclusion.

ROCKET: Hey, that's mine!

Not anymore.

I received
an anonymous tip

that you were looking
for this vial.

Yondu!
I knew I needed to obtain it before you did.

I couldn't risk
having the Golden Age tainted by doubters.

You're gonna
give that back... No.

I believe I will walk
through that door, and you won't stop me.

Ha! Doubt it, sister.

Your small-time brain
whammy-jammies

won't stop us
from taking what's ours.

I might not be
powerful enough

to mind-control
you both alone...

But together, we are.

DRAX: Ebony Maw?
You left the Black Order and joined the Believers?

EBONY MAW: The Believers
actively recruit beings

with elevated mental powers.

We will be the elite
when the Golden Age arrives.

We believe
they have the vial,

and should be disposed of.

(BOTH EXCLAIMING)

(WIND BLOWING)
(ROCKET GROANS)

Why does the world
keep goin' upside down?

(YELLS)

(BOTH GROAN)

No one will find you
on this abandoned moon,

so try not to struggle.

Because if you struggle,
you'll sink faster.

And we want this
to go nice and slow.

(CHUCKLING)

For the record,
I still blame you.

If I must meet my fate,

at least it shall be
with a true and honest companion by my side.

Yeah, honest. Right.

(CHITTERING)
(MUTTERS)

Hey. What's that
doing here?

Scram! Let us sink
to our doom in peace. (GROWLING)

Wait. F'saki are strong.

Come, small warrior.

Let us put aside
our enmity and band together.

(CHIRPS)

Ain't you noticed
by now?

Making friends
never works for us.

Being annoying,
on the other hand...

Take that, you little chump.
(SHRIEKING)

What ya gonna do? Ow!

(GRUNTING)

Thanks for the ride,
chump!

Thank you, noble beast.

Your assistance
was helpful this day.

Yeah, was.
Now beat it.

(CHITTERING)

I am hungry.
I am fatigued.

It is time we called
the others for help.

Ugh!

Fine. Quill, come in.
(COMM CLICKS)

You there, humie?

(STATIC CRACKLES)

Ugh! Must have got
quicksand in there.

I can fix it.
Won't take long.

Almost done!

You have been
saying that for three days!

I am starving!

(GROANS)

Aah! Why did
I get us into this?

You have repeatedly asserted
that this is all my fault.

That's 'cause
I've been lying!

You think I'm your honest
and loyal friend?

Newsflash: I ain't.

The vial don't got
anything from my mom.

It's got Thanos'
sarcophagus thing.

I've been lying,
so I could sell it

and pocket the units
for myself.

Now the Believers
could use it to end the universe,

and it'll be
all my fault!

Some Guardian I am.

Even Quill is
less useless than me.

PETER: Stop.
You're making me blush. (GASPS)

Guys! How'd you find us?

The peace and quiet
was a nice change,

but on the fourth day,
we actually got a little worried.

Yeah. So we fixed
the ship ourselves,

and followed
one of Rocket's trackers.

I am Groot.

(BEEPING)

Deceiving me and branding
me with your visage?

I should have
eaten your carcass when I had the chance!

Go ahead.
The vial's gone.

And the universe is
probably gonna go, too.

He's right. We have
no idea how to find the Believers.

Perhaps this will help.

RAKER: We believe you wish
to know more about the power of the mind.

Join the Believers
on our flagship,

currently at
these coordinates.

ACOLYTE: Welcome,
new recruits.

Thanks to technology
provided to us by our patriarch,

we are able to
convert mental energy into physical energy.

Our ship is literally powered
by positive thinking.

This is our
Belief Converter.

Even those who lack
advanced psionic abilities

can power the device
simply by stating their belief.

ALL: (CHANTING)
We believe. We believe.

We believe
we can open the vial.

(WHOOSHING)

(GRUNTS) Not again!

This is not the object
we seek!

You told me I used up
the last of your duct tape!

More lies!

Doubters! I believe
they will be captured! (BELIEVERS GROWLING)

(CRIES OUT)

By a handful of
unarmed fanatics?

I doubt that.

And that is why you will fall
to the power of belief.

Attack!
(BELIEVERS GROWLING)

(GRUNTS)

Oh, so they can
do that now.

That and much more.

I believe your weapon
will malfunction.

Aah!

(YELLS)

I believe I can combat you.

(YELLING)

(GRUNTING)

I believe I can
overpower you.

(YELLS)
(GAMORA GRUNTS)

I believe you suffer
from root rot!

I am Groot!

I am Groot.

I believe
you cannot harm me.

(GRUNTS)

Where is the sarcophagus?

I don't know.
I don't believe you.

That's ironic.

You are right to doubt him.

Everything from
his mouth is a lie!

What just happened?

They're powered by belief!

But if they don't know
what to believe...

Then no more power.

Which means Rocket
needs to keep up the lies.

Oh, yeah.
That, I can do.

Yo! I gave the sarcophagus
to the Nova Corps.

Or maybe I didn't.

But I tipped 'em off,

so they'll be here
any minute. Or not.

Either way, I rigged
your ship to explode.

Nah, I didn't.
Did I?

(ALARM BLARING)

The doubt is draining
our belief batteries.

We are powerless!

Hey! Remember when you said
this ship is powered by positive thinking?

Yeah, you might want to
believe it back into orbit.

(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

Your pathological inability
to tell the truth

actually proved useful.

Hey, you can't spell "believe"
without L-I-E.

(WHIRRING)

Nine rolls of duct tape,
a month's supply of pellets,

assorted items
that go boom,

but no sarcophagus.

YONDU: Howdy, varmint! Soon as
I realized how taken you was

with the contents
of this here vial,

I broke into the auction
house vault and grabbed it

before you
or anyone else could.

Wish I could see the look
on your fuzzy face. (LAUGHS)

But I can't, 'cause I'm off

to sell this here box
to the highest bidder.

Have a nice day!

That backstabbing,
furless Ravager!

What did that Believer
prophecy say?

That the sarcophagus would
bring a new Golden Age?

Or destroy the universe.

We need to get to Yondu
before he does something stupid.

Gonna be rollin'
in the units now.

Time to see
what's under the hood.

(LAUGHS)

(SCREAMING)

Rocket, I have decided
to forgive you

for your deceptions,
since you undoubtedly learned a lesson.

Ho-ho, I sure did, pal.

Honesty is
the worst policy.

No, the lesson that
your lies have consequences.

Yeah. Great consequences.

If I wasn't such
a good liar,

we'd have never got off
that Believer ship alive!

Hah!
I am Groot?

Holo-photos?

I didn't take any holo-photos
the other night.

I do not remember
any of this.

Ah! Too much truth!
Shut it off!

DRAX: Rocket!

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

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