All language subtitles for GUARDIANS of the GALAXY - S02 E03 - Lyi Eyes (1080p - NF Web-DL)

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?

Hmm.

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...

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.

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

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

Now leave me alone.

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!

Okay.

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

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

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.

Hey! What happened here?

Can't remember? Too bad.

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.

Fear not.

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

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!

What other friend? We
don't have friends.

Not true, Rocket. We
have many friends.

Quill. Groot. Gamora.

Aah!

What is wrong with...

Ugh!

Yondu.

I do not consider
Yondu a friend.

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

Yondu must have slipped
a knockout arrow on us.

And stole my vial.

And we have no krutackin'
way of finding it!

Or maybe we do.

Follow that arrow!

What is so important about
this vial Yondu has taken?

Were you not on a mission
to get repair parts?

Uh, the parts are in
the vial, obviously.

We need them!

Oh. Sorry.

When did you have time to
obtain the spare parts?

Stop asking
krutackin' questions!

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.

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.

Ah, there you are, old friend.

Was wondering where
you flew off to.

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

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...

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

Eh, mmm...

Uh, pure coincidence.

You made us unconscious,
and destroyed the tavern.

Maybe I did, maybe I didn't.

Who knows?

I ain't no detective.

I know 412 ways to
use this weapon.

Uh, wait, wait, wait!

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.

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...

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.

My vial!

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.

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.

Drackson...

Uh, here you are.

We're actually on
the guest list?

No. The "terminate
on sight" list.

Two against one?

We got this.

Then clearly,
you've never met...

The Blood Brothers!

For the honor of
Rocket's mother!

Aah!

You cannot defeat us.

For we are of one mind!

Aah!

You share a brain?
Hmm, makes sense.

Aah! Which one's
using it right now?

So you guys share everything?

That's gotta be
awkward sometimes.

Like right now!

That was just to get
your attention.

And now you're out cold!

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

Taking, on the other hand...

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.

Hmm.

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.

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.

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.

We ain't here to make friends.

Those two are nuttier that
that antenna lady on Spartax.

You mean her?

Mantis? She'll recognize us!
Hide!

Oh!

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.

Aah!

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...

will be the outcome.

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

We believe the others at this
auction will not bid on the vial.

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?

Point taken.

Aah!

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.

- 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.

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

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.

Why does the world keep
goin' upside down?

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.

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.

Hey. What's that doing here?

Scram! Let us sink to
our doom in peace.

Wait. F'saki are strong.

Come, small warrior.

Let us put aside our
enmity and band together.

Ain't you noticed by now?

Making friends never
works for us.

Being annoying, on
the other hand...

Take that, you little chump.

What ya gonna do? Ow!

Thanks for the ride, chump!

Thank you, noble beast.

Your assistance was
helpful this day.

Yeah, was. Now beat it.

I am hungry. I am fatigued.

It is time we called
the others for help.

Ugh!

Fine. Quill, come in.

You there, humie?

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!

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.

Stop. You're making me blush.

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.

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.

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

Join the Believers
on our flagship,

currently at these coordinates.

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.

We believe. We believe.

We believe we can open the vial.

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!

By a handful of
unarmed fanatics?

I doubt that.

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

Attack!

Oh, so they can do that now.

That and much more.

I believe your weapon
will malfunction.

Aah!

I believe I can combat you.

I believe I can overpower you.

I believe you suffer
from root rot!

I am Groot!

I am Groot.

I believe you cannot harm me.

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?

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.

Your pathological inability to tell
the truth actually proved useful.

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

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

assorted items that go boom,

but no sarcophagus.

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.

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.

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!

Rocket!