All language subtitles for What.If.2021.S01E02.HDR.2160p.WEB-DL.DDPA5.1.H.265-FLUX

Time.

Space.

Reality.

It's more than a linear path.

It's a prism of endless possibility,

where a single choice
can branch out into infinite realities,

creating alternate worlds
from the ones you know.

I am the Watcher.

I am your guide
through these vast new realities.

Follow me and ponder the question...

"What if?"

The galaxy, to your eyes,
a hundred billion points of light.

But where you see light, I see worlds
and the countless stories that fill them.

But in a Multiverse
of infinite possibility,

is your destiny determined by your nature
or by the nature of your world?

Drop it! Drop it now!

Who are you?

Identify yourself.

Who, me?
I am just an ordinary junker.

But there is one name you may know me by.

Oh, my. Star-Lord!

I'm a huge fan of your work.
What are you doing here?

That was not the reaction I was expecting.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Stop! Show some respect.

This is the Star-Lord, legendary outlaw.

Steals from the powerful
and gives to the powerless.

Should we be bowing?
I feel like we should be bowing.

I mean, unless we should be kneeling.

- Neither is necessary.
- Please.

- You are a lord.
- It is not an official title.

Nor is it one I am comfortable with.

Of course you would be humble.
Classic Star-Lord.

I almost wish I didn't have
to take that from you.

Surely something this powerful
is better off in my hands.

It's just that my boss, Ronan,
super, super intense.

But I could be convinced
to make a career change.

Appreciate the interest,
but we're all staffed up.

Oh, totally. Totally get it.
But at least now I get to spar with you.

I guess if that's really what you want.

Oh, it shall be the honor of my life.

- Oh. Uh, should I not use the gun?
- Go ahead.

- Really?
- Please.

No, it's not a problem.

- I'll get rid of it.
- It's okay.

- You sure?
- Go ahead, use the gun.

That is so generous of you.

- Ready?
- Oh, yes.

Oh.

You do not disappoint, my lord.
So nimble, so spry.

I'm right here. Hit me.

- Oh. My Lord! I didn't mean to...
- That is what we're here for.

Do it again. But this time, faster.

- Harder.
- Really?

I barely moved. Hit me.

Classic Star-Lord.

Now I almost feel bad.

Well, I have hired worse.

Freeze, Ravager.
We have you outnumbered.

It would appear,
but a Ravager never flies solo.

I said, "A Ravager never flies solo."

Uh, is that some kind of catchphrase?

You had me worried for a second.

- Who's the Sleeping Beauty?
- A new recruit. He was after this as well.

Mmm-hmm.

Thermal signature's off the charts.

You know, if we wanted
to have some real fun,

we'd make like the old days

and sell this bad boy
to the highest bidder.

If we made like the old days,
you'd only have half of your teeth.

Besides, wouldn't you rather use it
to jump-start

the Krylorians' dying star,
save their system from extinction?

You know as well as I,
no treasure is worth as much

as the good that can be done with it.

Ah. That's my boy.

Though our hero's destiny
might lie in the stars above,

the beginning of his journey
was much more down-to-earth.

I am tired
of living in a bubble.

There's an entire world out there, Baba.

Yes, one of war, violence, hatred.

That world has nothing to offer Wakanda.

There must be more. But we must be
brave enough to search for it.

I do understand, my son.

Though the blood of a king
runs through your veins,

it is pumped by the heart of an explorer.

But as someone who has ventured out
into the greater world,

let me assure you,

all you will find there
is destruction and pain.

Those people do not understand
our way of life.

What you call destiny
is just an equation,

a product of variables.

Right place, right time,
or in some instances,

the wrong place at the wrong time.

As fate would have it,
at that very moment,

a Ravager spacecraft was arriving on Earth
to abduct the spawn of the Celestial, Ego.

Cool.

But in this universe,

Yondu outsourced the assignment
to his subordinates.

You morons grabbed the wrong kid.

Uh-uh. Not so fast, Captain.

Two see holes, two hear holes,
one eat hole.

Everything checks out.

Does this really look like
Peter Quill to y'all?

Sure. I don't know.
All humans look alike to me.

The cosmic readings where he was took
nearly broke our dial.

If there was anything not from that planet
on that planet, it's there.

Well, my home is built
on an ancient Vibranium meteorite.

You sure don't seem too freaked out
about all this, kid.

What you doing out there
all by yourself anyway?

- Exploring the world.
- Sounds fun.

But why stop at one world, huh?

When we can show you all of them?

- Ravagers!
- Ravagers!

Star-Lord, if you had
to pick a favorite...

Really, I could not say.

I know, I know, so many heists,
so many planets saved.

Still, you must have one.

How could you choose just one?

Oh! What about the Central Bank heist
of Tarnax IV?

Never hurts to hurt a Skrull, right?

That job paid for Kraglin's teeth.

How about when you armed
the Ankaran resistance?

Oh, man. Barely made it out of that one.

How exactly did you stop Thanos,
the Mad Titan,

from decimating half
of the universe? Oh, no.

I'm a big enough man
to admit when I'm wrong.

T'Challa here showed me
there was more than one way

to reallocate the universe's resources.

Sometimes the best weapon
in your arsenal is just a good argument.

Aye, aye, Commander.

Although I still assert
my plan was not without its merits.

- Here we go.
- Please.

Pretty sure it's still
just genocide, big guy.

And I'm pretty sure it's efficient.

Your money is no good here.

- Please.
- No, seriously. We only take cash.

Oh, I'm sorry. I, uh... I have cash.

Wait. You are the Star-Lord.

You saved my home world
from a Kree invasion.

- All in a day's work.
- No, it took several days.

Six, in fact. Let us take a picture
to send to my wife and daughter.

I would prefer...

Oh, we should take another one.
You look terrible. I look great.

- I'm sure it's fine.
- No, I insist.

- It is a truly awful picture of you.
- I don't know.

He looks pretty good
from where I'm standing.

Nebula.

Hey, Cha-Cha.

Pretty valuable loot you got here.

The big guy know you have this?

You mean your father?

He's lucky I call him the big guy.

You know, he gardens now.

You should talk to him.
He really has changed.

The past doesn't.

You still wear your past around your neck.

You ever think of going back?

Not much to go back to.

When I was young, Yondu attempted
to return me to Wakanda...

but it had been destroyed.

I'm sorry.

Just another senseless war.

Baba warned that was all humans know.
Turns out he was right.

You lost your home,
and now you save everyone else's.

That's the name of this tune, huh?

Something like that.

Well, then, do I have a job for you.

They're called the Embers of Genesis.

Nutrient-rich cosmic dust
from an ancient supernova

with the power
to terraform entire ecosystems.

With one ounce,
you can heal a dying planet in minutes.

And with a payload
the size we're talking...

We could feed billions of people
on millions of worlds,

and eradicate hunger across the galaxy.

Don't tell Captain Genocide over here.
You might spoil his fun.

New guy's pretty funny.

- I thought you work alone, daughter.
- Wait, wait, wait.

You mean she's your offspring?

- Adopted.
- It's a long story.

I've been trying
to get them into counseling.

- So who's the mark?
- Taneleer Tivan, also known as...

The Collector?

As in the most ruthless kingpin
in the intergalactic underworld?

- Wait, I thought that was you.
- It was.

But when I went straight,

Tivan saw an opening
and filled the power vacuum.

We can all agree
the Collector is dangerous.

FYI, the Collector does not offer dental.

This is suicide, T'Challa.
Not even I can get through his defenses.

You dig? This maniac won't do you
the kindness of killing you.

He'll dissect you for a science project,

frame whatever's left
and hang you up on the wall.

So should I mark you down as undecided?

So long as the Collector's involved,
we are not.

You may be the soul of this ship,
but I am still the captain.

We are Ravagers.
We do not back down from a fight.

No, no. We steal from the rich
and give to the poor,

just like that earthling
folk hero of yours, right?

- Robin Leach.
- Robin Hood.

Whatever. That's our racket.

We've been picking pockets
for loose coins.

If we truly want to change the galaxy,
accomplish all we set out to do,

then it's time we robbed the bank.

Oh, jeez. Never have been any good
at saying no to you, kid.

The Collector's got a famous kink
for exotic flora and fauna.

The Embers will be housed
with the rest of his conquests, here.

A museum that doubles
as his base of operations.

A mining colony in a severed head
of an ancient celestial being.

He's got the Black Order
doing security.

Take it from me, they're bad news.
How do you plan on sneaking past them?

I don't. I'm gonna knock
on their front door like a lady.

My Lady Nebula. Captain Udonta.

I'm here to fetch you for my master.

Yondu and I will pose as sellers

looking to unload that orb
you recovered on Morag.

But really, it'll be T'Challa inside.

Our head of security, Proxima Midnight.

Looks like they got an exhibit
running the museum.

Hold it. Security scan.

And that is when
you cause the distraction.

Stop. I thought we were faking it.

Yeah, well, try calling me
Captain Genocide again, new guy.

Captain Genocide...

The Ravagers will start a riot,
drawing the attention of the Black Order.

We have a situation.

All units report to our position.

Now, Yondu and Nebula
are free to distract the Collector,

so that I can search for the Embers.

Amazing.

I have no notes. A perfect plan.

What could possibly go wrong?

I present to you,
Taneleer Tivan, the Collector.

Oh, my dearest Nebula.

Aren't you a sight for sore...

Eye. Forgive me,
I couldn't help myself.

Hey, you, creep-show.
If it's all the same to you,

I'd just as soon get on with it.

All business?

And to think I'm old enough to remember
when the Ravagers used to be fun.

What can I say?
We went straight and I got square.

Hey, if you boys are done gossiping,
I brought what you asked.

Ugh.

The collection is much bigger
than I anticipated.

All this suffering, and for what?

My guess, he's compensating
for something big.

Or small, if you catch my drift.

You are quite articulate for a duck.

That, sir, is very close-minded.

You know, I, um...
I'm looking for something.

The Embers of Genesis.
Do you know where I can find them?

Cosmic flora, down the hall.

Take a Louie at the Frost Giants,
a hard Ralph at the Kronans.

You'll see a sign for Elvish literature.
Ignore that, total snooze.

Screw it.

Give me the tour.

You know what they say,
"When you're out of luck,"

"always go duck."

- I'm pretty sure no one says that.
- Oh, they say it.

- Really?
- Totally.

The Ravagers?

It's a diversion.
Sound the alarms, lock down the building.

The flashy flash.

You always know how to bring the fun.

Hold on, I need to hydrate.

- We have to go.
- Where are you going? Come back.

Are you crazy? Happy hour just started.

It... It cannot be.

My son, T'Challa, Crown Prince of Wakanda,

was abducted from Earth
by an alien spacecraft.

If you have any information
regarding his whereabouts,

we ask that you respond
to this homing beacon.

- And T'Challa...
- Baba.

...if you are out there,

you're one bright burning light
in the night sky of billions,

and we will search every last
one of them until we find you

on this plane or the next.

Oh, Cha-Cha, I hope you can understand,

I had a debt with the Collector
and you were the payment.

Oh, T'Challa, now it's time
for one of your great escapes.

You okay, kid?

You lied to me!

I was protecting you.

Are we talking about the mission?
Or is this "family stuff"?

You told me
my homeland had been destroyed.

My family killed.

How is that protecting me?

Whoa. Guess it's family stuff.

Sometimes you need to hear a lie
to see the truth.

You're just like me, T'Challa.

I am nothing like you.

You're an explorer, Star-Lord.

And for people like you, like us,
the past ain't nothing but a prison.

You don't belong down there with them.

You belong up here with us,
with your family.

You are not my family.

You never were.

Damn, that hurts.

The Collector is ready for you.

I must apologize for all that
awkwardness back there with Nebula.

I simply abhor drama.

Your outfit
would suggest otherwise.

What is it you want with me, Tivan?

There is a blank wall in the commissary

that I just haven't been able
to find the right piece for.

I am just an ordinary human,
hardly a work of art.

Ah. I must admit now that
I see you in the flesh, you are.

Are you sure you can't fly or shoot
lasers out of your eyes or something?

Let's go a few rounds
and you can find out.

Pass. I prefer you in the cage.

Where I come from,

history has never looked kindly
on those who lock men in cages.

Maw, make a note.

It appears he does
have a super power after all.

He can bore someone to death
using only his sanctimony.

Let's not waste the wall space.

Dissect him
and strip his remains for parts.

Daughter of mine.

How could you do this to us?

To my best friend, T'Challa.
You are the worst.

But then again,
there are two sides to every story.

Relax, new guy. I'm here to rescue you.

Not like you to change your mind.

Oh, I didn't. This was always the plan.

I told T'Challa that the Collector
was after him right from the jump.

- What is this job?
- More of a ruse.

You see, I have this debt
with the Collector

and, well, he's come to collect.

- And what does he want?
- In a word, you, Cha-Cha.

I had no idea about that Wakandan ship.

All I knew was that we had an opening
to settle my debt with the Collector,

and steal the Embers
right out from under him.

So, all of this
has been a triple-cross?

What? Classic Star-Lord.

Hey, it was T'Challa's idea
to keep you in the dark.

'Cause he knew I would never
let him walk into a trap.

Look where we ended up.

All a distraction,

providing me the necessary cover
to obtain this, the Embers of Genesis.

Hot damn. You guys are good.

- What about T'Challa?
- Not to worry.

He's keeping his escape plan
close to his chest.

No, not like that, Carina.

Even by a slave standard, you are foolish.

I liked that thing you said
about not locking people in cages.

Thank you. I am forever in your debt.

The prisoners have
escaped. All units to sector seven.

What kind of being leaves a party
without saying goodbye?

Something tells me
this happens to you a lot.

Packs quite a wallop, does it not?

I hacked it off the carcass
of a terribly chatty Kronan.

Of course, if that's not your style,

there's plenty more
we can play with. Observe.

A dagger forged in dark matter
taken from the ruler of the Dark Elves.

Or perhaps you prefer something
a touch more elegant?

Oh. That woman had taste!

A necrosword, courtesy
of the Asgardian Goddess of Death.

Whoa.

- Run!
- We were running.

Okay, we'll run faster.

- Get to the ship.
- Are you crazy?

- You'll never take them yourself.
- Not crazy...

Mad.

A pity.

You abandoned your home and family,

and now, your new family
has abandoned you. Karma.

Maybe you haven't heard,
a Ravager never flies solo.

Yondu, sweet! Now it's a party.

Ain't no way in hell
I was going to leave here without my kid.

Eat this.

Let's go. Punch it!

- What about Yondu and T'Challa?
- I'm sure they're doing fine.

- Okay, any ideas?
- Sticky fingers.

Could work.

- Who's the glue?
- You are.

- Because you lied to me.
- Fair point.

Is that all you got?

You think this can contain me?

Cute. No matter where you go
or how far you hide,

there is not a corner
in this galaxy beyond my grasp.

Sure, sure. Whatever. Cool story.

I trust you'll know what to do with this.

Oh, I have some ideas.

Carina, can I have my bracelet now?

No touching, Carina. No!

No, no, no, no. Stay. Stop!

Stop and think. I took care of all of you.
I put a roof over your heads.

Oh. Karma.

We're never getting
out on foot.

Then we'll take to the skies.

All crew members present
and accounted for by some miracle.

Then I will see you
at the rendezvous point.

Copy that, Cha-Cha.

Looks like we've got a stowaway.

You always did have
a soft spot for runaways.

- Look, T'Challa, I just wanted to say...
- There's no need.

I was the one who told you
I wanted to see the world.

All you did was show me the universe.

Oh, yeah.
She really is a beaut, isn't she?

I've always
felt at home up here.

But now, knowing everything,
I'm not quite sure where I belong.

Seen a lot of space travelers
in my day, kid.

And if I've learned anything
from watching you,

on any planet, among any people,

there ain't no place in this galaxy
where you don't belong.

Where you want to be,
that's the question, isn't it?

You're just gonna have to follow
your heart on that one, Mr. Star-Lord.

- Baba.
- My son, my son.

I knew you would find your way home to us.

I'm sorry it took me so long.

Let me introduce you
to the family I made along the way.

Uh, you must be T'Challa's father.

Uh, pleased to meet you, sir.
Your son is a galactic hero.

My friend, that sounds
an awful lot like genocide.

- No, no, no. Because it's random.
- Uh-huh.

And I might add, efficient.

Dad!

I mean, if you really wanted
to put a label on it,

T'Challa and I are best friends.

Oh, yeah, jump points are the best.

They make your face all scrambly,
but they're a lot of fun.

I am still wondering how exactly
my son came to be in your spaceship.

Funny story, Your Highness.
You see, I took this job...

I was lost, Baba. Yondu found me.

And from one family reunion
to another...

I saw your eyes.

And you made me smile.

Uh, sorry. We're closed.

What, Peter? Can't spare
a little time for dear old Dad?

Too bad this might spell
the end of the world.

But that's a story for another day.

I was falling in love