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(CHITTERING)

(DOOR OPENS)
(CHITTERING STOPS)

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHITTERING)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDING)
(CHITTERING)

(CREEP (ACOUSTIC VERSION)
BY RADIOHEAD PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪♪ When you were here before

(SINGING ALONG)

♪♪ Couldn't look you
in the eye

(INHALES)

♪♪ You're just like an angel

♪♪ Your skin makes me cry

(MUSIC VOLUME INCREASES)

♪♪ You float like a feather

(GRUNTS)

♪♪ In a beautiful world

(GRUNTING)

♪♪ And wish I was special

Come on, Drax. Dance.

Only idiots dance.

♪♪ And I'm a creep

♪♪ I'm a weirdo

(LAUGHTER)

♪♪ What the hell
am I doin' here?

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)

♪♪ I don't belong here

(SNIFFLES)

(NASALLY)
♪♪ I want to have control

♪♪ I want a perfect body

(COSMO GROWLING)

♪♪ I want a perfect soul

(KRAGLIN GRUNTING)

♪♪ I want you to notice

♪♪ When I'm not around

♪♪ You're so very special

(SONG CONTINUES ON SPEAKERS)

♪♪ I wish I was special

(PETER SNORING)

♪♪ But I'm a creep ♪♪

Hey! Uh-uh.

(GRUNTS)

(SLURRING) I told you
a million times,

you keep your grimy
raccoon hands off my Zune.

I told you a million times,
I'm not a damn raccoon.

♪♪ But I'm a creep

(PETER THUDS)

♪♪ When I don't belong here

♪♪ Whoa, whoa

(GROOT GASPS)

Again?

♪♪ Ah, she's runnin' out

♪♪ She run, run, run, run

♪♪ Whatever makes you happy

(PETER SIGHS)

♪♪ Whatever you want ♪♪

I love you, Gamora.

♪♪ You're so very special

♪♪ I wish I was special

♪♪ But I'm a creep

♪♪ I'm a weirdo

♪♪ What the hell
am I doing here?

♪♪ I don't belong here

♪♪ I don't belong here ♪♪

(SONG ENDS)

So, what are you
gonna do about Quill?

Me? Why not you?

I got emotionalistical issues.
What am I gonna do?

Why are you on the ceiling?

I wanted to see if
these new gravity boots

worked on a slope.

(MELLOW ACOUSTIC GUITAR
MUSIC PLAYING)

Here we go.

(CROWD CHUCKLES)

(WHISTLING LONG NOTES)

(WHISTLING RHYTHMICALLY)
(COSMO WHIMPERS)

Oh. (LAUGHING)
(CROWD GASPS)

(SIGHS)

Sorry.

COSMO: Bozhe moi, Kraglin.

You must know
you will never learn.

You think you could do better?

COSMO: Da.

Davaj.

(ENERGY HUMMING)

(GRUNTS)

(CROWD EXCLAIMING)

(LAUGHING)

KRAGLIN: Telekinesis
is cheating!

That's a stupid little pebble!

I could do that
with my dang finger!

You're a bad dog.
(GRUNTS, WHINES)

COSMO: Do not say that to me.

You are. You're a bad dog.

COSMO: Take that back.

Come on, that's not cool.

Nebula, did you hear?

He called me a bad dog,

and he refused
to take it back.

I don't care, Cosmo.

Is Peter okay?
I don't know.

MANTIS:
What are you going to do?
Me? He's your brother.

It doesn't matter,
he still doesn't listen to me.

Yeah, he has been pretty mopey
ever since Gamora died.

She's not dead.

She just doesn't
remember anything

from the past few years.

Nobody tells me nothing.

Mantis, why don't you
just touch him and,

you know, make him happy?
I am Groot?

Dude!
Gross!

No, not like that.
Touch him with her powers.

It is wrong to manipulate
the feelings of friends.

'Bout that time you made me
fall in love with my sock?

Well, that was funny.

I guess it's back to one of us
touching him the other way.

Maybe we should draw straws.

No one ever meant that, Drax.

(CRAZY ON YOU
BY HEART PLAYING)

♪♪ If we still have time
We might still get by

(SONG CONTINUES ON ZUNE)

♪♪ Every time I think about it
I wanna cry

♪♪ With bombs and the Devil
And the kids keep comin'

♪♪ No way to breathe easy
No time to be young

(HUFFS)

♪♪ But I tell myself
That I was doin' all right

(GROANING)

♪♪ There's nothin' left
To do at night ♪♪

(RUMBLING)

(GRUNTS, SCREAMING)

(GASPS)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

MAN: What was that?
WOMAN: What was that?

NEBULA: What the hell?
BOY: Oh, my God!

Is he okay?
(ROCKET GROANS)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(PANTING)

Hey!

Where did you go, squirrel?

On the ground!

(SCREAMS)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS)

(NEBULA SHOUTS, GROANS)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
PEDDLER: No, stop! Don't!

Stop, please! No!
Stop, please!

Please!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(BOTH CONTINUE GRUNTING)

(GROOT SCREAMING)

(DOOR BEEPS)
Who is that maniac?

Some super douche
with ray gun hands,

I don't frickin' know.

(WHOOSHING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS)

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHISTLING LONG NOTES)

(ARROW CLATTERS)

Who threw this thing at me?

(WHIMPERING)
Shut up.

Baby.

(ROCKET GROANS)

(CRACKS)
(CRIES OUT)

(GRUNTS)

(DRAX GRUNTS)

Pick on someone your own size.

(GRUNTING)

(DRAX PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(SPITS)

(YELLS)

MANTIS: Peter!

(GASPING FOR AIR)
Peter!

We need Med-Paks!

(ROCKET CHOKING)

(SCREAMS)

(METALS CLICKING)

Nebula!
(GRUNTS)

Piss off.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(BOTH STRAINING)

(ENERGY CHARGES UP)

(GRUNTING)

Ooh.
(CROWD GASPS)

(CRYING) Rocket.

(CHOKING)

(SWORD SLICES FLESH)
(CROWD GASPS)

(SIZZLING)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(BREATHES HEAVILY) That hurts.

What a pity.

(CROWD EXCLAIMS)

(WHEEZING)
(MED-PAKS CHARGING UP)

(BONES CRACK)
(MANTIS GROANS)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
(GROANING)

MANTIS: No!

All I did was
activate the Med-Paks!

Get them off! Now!

(PANTING)

(SOLEMN CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(PEOPLE CRYING)

(DISTANT WHOOSHING)

Oh, hell.

We need to get him
to the Med-Bay!

It was destroyed.
There's one on the ship.

(MACHINE BUZZING)

(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)

MAN: Lill ol od for today.

Stitch him up and transfer him
in with the rest of Batch 89.

(GRUNTS)

(DOOR BEEPS)

(GRIM MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRUNTS)

(ANIMAL WHINES IN DISTANCE)

(SHUDDERS)

It's okay.

You're here with us now.

Hey! It's a new guy.

What kind of thing are you?

You've got, like,
a mask on your face.

RABBIT: Mask, eyes,
face, mouth,

does it words?

It's okay, friend.
Don't let them scare you.

(SHUDDERS)

Hurts.

(WINCES)

It's okay.

You're gonna be okay.

PETER: A kill switch?

A device set to destruct

if anyone goes
poking around inside him,

or even if we use
the Med-Paks.

And why would Rocket
have a kill switch?

Apparently, someone considers
him proprietary technology

and sent that golden lunatic
to get him.

So, he'll die
if we operate on him?

And he'll die if we don't.

There has to be some way
to bypass it.

NEBULA: It looks like
there's a passkey

that could override
the kill switch.

What do we know about
where Rocket came from?

He won't talk about it.

Much of the tech was developed
by a company called OrgoCorp.

And there's a code
on all of it,

89P13.

He's got maybe 48 hours.

Where are you going?

OrgoCorp have to
have records, right?

Maybe they'll have
a way for us

to override the kill switch
and save Rocket.

They won't just
give us that information.

Well, that's why
we're gonna break in.

We kill anyone
who gets in our way!

PETER: Not kill anyone.
DRAX: Kill a few people.

Kill no people.

Kill one guy, one stupid guy
who no one loves.

Now you're just making it sad.

(ENGINES START)

Kraglin, Cosmo,
I need you to keep watch

over Knowhere till we're back.
Couple of days, tops.

Aye, Cap'n.
COSMO: Aye, comrade.

Take back what you said,

that I'm a bad dog.
Nope.

COSMO: I know you don't really
think I am a bad dog.

Can you please take it back?

I will not.

(COSMO GROANS DRAMATICALLY)

I located the coordinates
for OrgoCorp.

I think I have
a contact near there.

Maybe they can help us get in.

Contact him.

Let's go save our friend.

(SINCE YOU BEEN GONE
BY RAINBOW PLAYING)

♪♪ I get the same old dreams
Same time every night

♪♪ Fall to the ground
And I wake up

♪♪ So I get out of bed
Put on my shoes
and in my head

(ANIMALS LAUGHING)

♪♪ Thoughts fly back
To the break-up

♪♪ These four walls
Are closing in

(LAUGHING CONTINUES)

♪♪ Look at the fix
You've put me in

(OTTER CHEERS)
(LAUGHING)

♪♪ Since you been gone ♪♪

No, no, no.

♪♪ Since you been gone

♪♪ I'm out of my head
Can't take it

♪♪ Could I be wrong
But since you been gone

♪♪ You cast the spell
So break it ♪♪

(RABBIT SQUEALS)
(LAUGHTER)

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

(ALL LAUGHING HEARTILY)

It's good to have friends.

♪♪ Since you been gone ♪♪

(GROANS)

Oh, my poor baby.

(GROANS) It hurts.

Do you have it?
He does not, sire.

I tried to warn you,
High Evolutionary.

These Guardians are more
powerful than you think.

Or perhaps you simply
overestimate your own value,

High Priestess.

No doubt a flaw of some type
in my own design.

I created you lot as merely
an aesthetic experiment.

Beautiful numbskulls.

But your egos have run wild.
Say, "Ah."

Ah.
And this one

was meant to be the Warlock,

the apogee of their people.

You removed Adam
from his cocoon early,

my liege.

He's still a child.

No, there's something
wrong with him

even outside all that.

Yes, there's something
wrong with me!

I was stabbed,
you extraordinary phallus!

(GROANS)

He doesn't know any better.

We shall do whatever
you require, my liege.

You knew of 89P13's existence
for years without alerting me.

That's not what I require!

(CONTINUES GROANING)

(WHISPERING)
I'm sorry, my liege.

Find 89P13
and return it to me,

or I will destroy
your entire civilization,

as is my right as your maker.

Do you understand?

(GROANING HEAVILY)

Do you understand?

Yes, sire.

Toodle-do.

(GRUNTS)

How did 89P13 survive
after all these years, Theel?

It was always clever, sire.

Yes, that's exactly why
I want it now.

Of course.
Its brain.

That is the only reason, sire.

But are you really trusting
the Sovereign to retrieve it?

They're merely a backup.

I believe I know
where they're going.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(DEEP RUMBLING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)

NEBULA: It's bio-formed.

Instead of being built,
it's grown from living matter.

The structure is surrounded

by three impenetrable
plasmic security shields.

It's not going to be easy

to break into this place,
Star-Lord.

Doesn't have to be easy.

I was a professional thief,
remember?

I'll jam the signals
one at a time.

She calls me Star-Lord
when she's mad at me.

She's always mad

at everyone.
(MACHINE HISSES)

It's because I was drunk.

She's right.

If I hadn't been drinking,

maybe Rocket... I'm sorry.

It's okay.
He's your best friend.

Second best friend.

Everyone around me dies.
My mother, Yondu, Gamora.

Gamora isn't dead.

She is to us.
You want a Zarg-Nut?

(SIGHS) Thank you.

(CRUNCHING)

(POWERS UP)

First shield set.

Three, two,

one.

Peter.
What?

You had family on Earth,

and you never wanted
to go back to see them?

No, you're my sister.

That's all the family
I want or need.

Besides, it was really
just my grandpa, okay?

He was a pretty hard guy.
(DEVICE BEEPS)

Still. Don't you think he...

What?

You were abducted by Ravagers

the same day
he lost his daughter.

Oh, yeah, he was upset.

My mom died,
he screamed in my face,

he pushed me out of the room!

He was probably
just trying to protect you.

What are you talking about?
What?

I'm talking about the people
in my life who died,

and you're talking about this?

Second shield set.

NEBULA: (ON SPEAKERS)
Three, two, one.

MANTIS: I'm only saying,

you've never even
gone to see if he's okay.

He could still be alive.

My grandpa? He'd be, like,
90-something years old.

So he could still be alive.

People on Earth die
when they're, like, 50.

They die when they're 50?

I don't know.
Something like that.

What's even
the point of being born?

Exactly!
Are you about to die?

I'm not 50!

(MACHINE BEEPS)
The point is,

I wasn't talking
about any of this.

Third shield set.

NEBULA: Three, two, one.

MANTIS: Well, not everything

is about
what you are talking about.

And I'm only saying
you are upset

because so many of the people
you cared about

have left you...
(BEEPS)

...but you also left someone.

And maybe I wanted a Zarg-Nut!

It's too late.
They're all gone.

(DRAX CRUNCHING)

(ELEVATOR RATTLES, THUDS)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

Why didn't we go through?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

We did. It's not the shield.

Oh, hell.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Ravagers.

WOMAN: (ON SPEAKER)
Hey, guys,
you're about to be boarded

by the United Ravagers.

You can surrender
and turn over

any stuff
worth anything and live...

(CLANGING)
...or you can die.

Totes up to you.

(WHOOSHING)

(RAVAGERS GRUNTING
AND GROWLING)

(PETER GASPS)

(CREATURE WHINES)

(RAVAGER CACKLES)

(RAVAGERS CACKLING)

(DRAX GASPING)
Drax, no, no, no, Drax!

Mwah.
Guys, it's me,

Peter Quill, I'm one of you,
remember?

Hold on!
We have an appointment!

We have an appointment.
With who?

With Gamora.
With Gamora.

What?
GAMORA: You're early.

(RAVAGERS GRUNTING)

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS DEEPER)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

What are these?

OrgoCorp uniforms.

You're gonna have to wear
these to move through the Orgo

without attracting attention.

This isn't my color.

What did you say?

It clashes with my eyes.

(RAVAGERS LAUGHING)

Put it on!

Nebula, why would you
not tell me

that you've been in contact
with Gamora?

Because I didn't want you
to get freaked out.

(HIGH-PITCHED)
Freaked out how?

Like that.

(NORMAL TONE) Let me in there.

I don't wanna be trapped
out here, I can't...

(DOOR SHUTS)

Gamora, we are grateful
for your help.

Oh, I'm not doing this out
of the kindness of my heart.

I'm doing this
for the hundred thousand units

my sister promised.

(RAVAGERS LAUGH)
So, you're a Ravager now?

Put on the uniform.

Never pictured you
as the Ravager type.

Who are you again?

(GAMORA SCOFFS)
Oh, man.

OrgoCorp is in possession
of some of the most advanced

cybergenetic IP in the galaxy,

so they're heavily guarded
by the deadly Orgosentries.

Now, I know you don't have
documentation to dock,

so you're gonna have
to get in there on your own.

Once in, Gamora is gonna
lead you to the records,

where maybe
you can find the passkey

to override the kill switch

and help you
save the hedgehog.

But if you get into trouble,

we will not
be able to bail you out.

(ROCKET BREATHING HEAVILY)
(MACHINES BEEPING)

(SOFT CHORAL MUSIC PLAYS)

HIGH EVOLUTIONARY: Yes.

Yes, of course. Brilliant.

His functioning
has skyrocketed.

That's correct, P13.

Very good.

That's the new world.

Counter-Earth.

Where the experiments will go
once they're ready.

It blue.

That's the sky.

Sky.

Rocket.

Yes, it is.

What sounds?
(SOFT CHORAL MUSIC CONTINUES)

That's music.

We like it?

(CHUCKLES) We do.

This recording
is over 5,000 years old.

"Mo Ergastee Förn,
Mo Ergalone Förn Nort."

Which, translated, is,

"Be not as you are,
but as you should be."

It's our sacred mission,

to take the cacophony
of sounds around us

and turn it into a song.

To take an imperfect clump

of biological matter
such as you

and transform it
into something

perfect.

And we're halfway there,
aren't we?

Come with me, P13.

I'd like to show you
something.

We have but a single quest,

to create the perfect species

and the perfect society.

You, P13,

are part of Batch 89.

But here with Batch 90,

I've developed a process
by which I can guide

any organism
through millions of years

of programmed
evolutionary changes

in a moment.

(DOOR BEEPS)

(DIALS CLICK)

(MACHINE POWERS UP)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
(SCREECHES)

(MACHINE HUMS)

(CREATURE SCREECHING)

(MACHINE POWERS DOWN)
(GRUNTS)

(ROARS)
(YELPS)

See, now, there's the rub.

(MUFFLED ROARING)
For some reason,

these specimens
are also over-producing

loligo beta-microseminoprotein
in their systems,

causing them to be, well...

Violent. We don't like it.

A utopia
can't have its denizens

murdering one another, can it?

It can'ts.

Can't.

Can't.

Theel.

(MACHINE WHOOSHES)

They're programmed
to be peaceful. Like you.

But for some reason,
it's not catching.

Hyptonic filters.

What?

They's suppressaliting
the glycosylated saltses.

And then boop-boop-boop,

halfcystine residual
be formin',

and then, they make, um...

What you say?

Loligo
beta-microseminoproteins.

Yeah, thems.

And then, angry turtleses.

Huh.

(IN THE MEANTIME
BY SPACEHOG PLAYING)

♪♪ Woo ooh ooh ooh ooh
Oooh ooooh

♪♪ Woo ooh ooh ooh ooh
Oooh ooooh

♪♪ Woo ooh ooh ooh ooh
Oooh ooooh ♪♪

There. That's
the decompression chamber.

Lock in.

(IN THE MEANTIME
BY SPACEHOG CONTINUES)

♪♪ And in the end
We shall achieve in time

♪♪ The thing they call divine

♪♪ When all the stars
Will smile for me ♪♪

PETER: Go.

♪♪ When all is well
And well is all for all

♪♪ And forever after

♪♪ Well, maybe in the meantime
Wait and see

♪♪ We love the all
The all of you

♪♪ Where lands are green
And skies are blue

♪♪ When all in all
We're just like you ♪♪

Activate gravity boots
and gloves.

(SONG CONTINUES ON COMMS)
(COMMS BEEP)

♪♪ And when I cry for me
I cry for you ♪♪

Nebula, go.

♪♪ For all the days
You've still to come

(POWERS UP)

♪♪ And did I ever say
I'd never play

(LIQUID BUBBLING)

♪♪ Or fly toward the sun

♪♪ Maybe in the meantime
Something's wrong

♪♪ We love the all
The all of you

♪♪ Where lands are green
And skies are blue ♪♪

(SONG STOPS ABRUPTLY)
(COMMS BEEP)

So, you really don't
remember anything?

Like what?

'Bout your time with us.

No.

Huh. We were...
We weren't anything.

You and me...

That person was some alternate
future version of me.

It wasn't me.

We loved each other.

I don't think so.

I know you don't remember
any of it.

You were everything to me.

And I miss you...

so much.

And, maybe...

maybe, if you
open yourself up to it...

there's a possibility...

I don't think so, Quinn.

Quill.

Quill.

I don't think so.

Well, what
I'm trying to say...

Peter, you know this
is an open line, right?

What?

We're listening to everything
you're saying.

And it is painful.

And you're
just telling me now?

We were hoping
it would stop on its own.

But I switched it over
to private!

What color button
did you push?

Blue, for the blue suit!
Oh, no!

Blue is the open line
for everyone.

Orange is for blue.
What?

Black is for orange,
yellow is for green,

green is for red,
and red is for yellow.

DRAX: No.
Yellow is for yellow,

green is for red,
red is for green.

I don't think so.
Try it then.

Hello!

(FEEDBACK)
(GROANS)

You were right.

How the hell am I supposed
to know all of that?

Seems intuitive.

Can we get back
to saving our friend?

Get that jammer
ready to change the shield.

(DEVICE BEEPS)

(PLOPS)

(ELECTRICAL THRUMMING)

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

(ALARM BEEPING)

(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTING)

Guys?

I mean, you wanna talk
about a sweet ride?

The acceleration
will crush your spine.

It's got that brand-new
fusalix core.

You know
what I'm talking about?

Oh, yeah.

Really? 'Cause I just
made that up.

Oh, I thought
you said somethin' else.

Master Karja.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

No, you didn't.
I... I did.

Master Karja, there appears
to be a physical breach

in the white wing somewhere.

Could it be a glitch?
FEMALE SECURITY: Maybe.

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(STRAINING)

I'm accessing the eye.

I'll see if I can locate it.

(GRUNTS)

(DRAX PANTING)

(SHIELD HUMS)

(PETER GRUNTS)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(GRAVITY POWERS DOWN)
(ALL GRUNT)

There's some sort of anomaly

in the decompression chamber.
Best you check it out, Master.

On it.

(HELMET HISSES)

Hurry.

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(WEAPONS POWERING UP)

(GRUNTING)

Where do we put these?

Here! Hide them in this locker
until we leave.

Hurry!

(MUSIC BUILDING)

(DOOR HUMS)

(MUSIC HALTS)
(ALL PANTING)

What the hell was that, guys?

What, are you kidding me?
What?

A neutro-quark
just hit the satellite.

It's burning a hole
through the wall.

You geniuses,
you just throw the door open

without any proper
precautionary procedure?

What procedure, bro?

Oh! You want us to read
the manual for you too, bro?

You could have killed
everyone in the wing!

Exactly! You idiots!

I'm angry too!

(SOFTLY) Oh, no.

DRAX: I mean, can't you see

these authentic
mechanic uniforms

that we're wearing
on our bodies?

That blend in with some of our
skin-tones better than others?

PETER: Excuse my friend.

He is the boss' nephew.
He's a little...

Oh. Oh.

Yeah. I...
I got one of those too.

I mean, this one?
This one I love.

I'm so proud.

You're doing great.
So proud of you.

But this one, I just...

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS)

Everything he does
drives me crazy.

Yeah.

I thought you said
something else.

Shut up.

I swear
I'm gonna throttle him.

I'm gonna go to jail
for murder.

I am.
(GASPS)

How'd you guys
get here so fast?

I'll be honest with you,
we just happened in

before it burned all the way
through, thankfully.

Ah. Good thing you were here.

All right, guys, wrap it up.
(COMMS BEEPS)

Looks like
we're all clear here.

(MANTIS CHOKES)

Our spacesuits!

(GAMORA GROANS)

You threw them
in the contamination bin.

It expels stuff into space
the moment you shut the door.

That would have been helpful
information three minutes ago.

(SHOUTS) Damn it, Mantis,
why don't you ever think?

Are we pretending
to be angry again?

Mantis, you asshole!

Guys, just focus
for two seconds.

We'll find another way
out of here.

Right now,
we need to save Rocket's life.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIGHS) Nebula, Quinn, and I

will get to the records
and get the passkey.

Bug and Doofus,

access the spaceport
through the elevator

so Tree can land
and get us out of here.

Apologies.

No problem.

Go.

Not my fault
I don't know something

if no one ever tells me.

I didn't even wanna come here.

I'm gonna need to see your...

You're hopelessly in love

with him.

Oh, no.

(PLAYFUL MUSIC PLAYS)
Hey.

Hey.

How you doin' today?

I'm all right. (SIGHS)

What was... What was
your name again?

Drax the Destroyer.
Oh.

That is such a lovely name.
(SNORTS)

Oh.

I'll get the door for you.

(BEEPS)

I'll be here when you
come back out, okay?

Sure.

Every single time.

(GRUNTS PLAYFULLY)
(DRAX SIGHS)

My name is Bletelsnort.

HOST: (ON SPEAKERS) Welcome
to OrgoCorp headquarters.

For over 300 years,

OrgoCorp has been producing
cybernetic implants

and genetic upgrades
across the universe

under the watchful eye
of the High Evolutionary.

That warning we got today,

don't those two
match the description?

Attention, all Orgosentries,

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

That manager should
have access to the records.

If the passkey is here,
she can get it for us.

All right.
I'll handle this one.

How?

Pure Star-Lord charm.

I'm excited for you
that you get to see this again

for the first time.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS)

(PETER CLEARS THROAT)

Hi, Yura.

Ura.

Oh. Ura.
URA: Hi.

Hi, my name's Patrick Swayze.

I've been noticing you
for quite a while,

and the way
that you smile to yourself

when you think
nobody is looking,

it makes my every day
a bit brighter.

We need your hand.
And it's your choice

whether it's on your body
or not.

What are you doing?

She was never
gonna fall for that.

Dude, she was totally
into me, man!

I kind of thought
you were a douchebag.

Oh, come on.
We need a file.

What file?
89P13.

Could that be something?
No.

Then your use to us

is over.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

It sounds like a species tag.

Show us!

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

HOST: All of
our research supports

the High Evolutionary's
altruistic objective

of creating a utopian society.

DRAX: That must be
the spaceport.

(DIGITAL TRILLING)

NEBULA: Whoa.

What is all this?

Species patented over
the years using OrgoCorp tech.

Every species
OrgoCorp has created

has its own individual file.

I'm so sorry about this.

Listen to me, this is not
the kind of thing we do.

Oh, please, stop it
with the subtle jabs!

Old you would have
never done this.

You had a purpose
higher than yourself.

A calling to help people.
Give me a break.

That's why you left Thanos
and formed the Guardians.

Except, I didn't
form the Guardians.

PETER: Sheesh.
And I barely left Thanos.

Whoever it was
that you were in love with,

it wasn't me.

It sounds more like her.

Her?
What?

That's ridiculous!
Do not bring me into this.

Don't even...
(LAUGHS FORCEFULLY)

Knock it off!
What?

Don't look at me
like a lost puppy

needing a soft place

to lie down.
I didn't say anything!

I just never noticed
how black your eyes were.

They were replaced
by my father

as a method of torture.

He... He picked a pretty set.

There.

That's the file for 89P13.

Heads up, heads up!

GAMORA: Ugh.
PETER: (SOFTLY) Okay.

(SOFTLY) What?

(ALARM BLARING)
(GAMORA GASPS)

(ENGINES WHIRRING)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, no.

Walk!

ORGOSENTRY: Move it, move it!

(ORGOSENTRIES
TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Stand down!

Drax, we should
make a run for it.

Or we could fight.

Run.
Fight.

Run!
Fight!

Take 'em!
(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

What are we gonna do?

(GUNS COCK)

I got a plan.
What is it?

All of you, come with me...
(GRUNTS)

Everybody, lower your weapons,

or I blow
this woman's brains out!

That's the plan?

You're a kitty cat.
Meow.

(GRUNTING)

You feel like dancing.

Violent rage.

(SCREAMING)
(RAPID GUNFIRE)

Lower your weapons!

Let's kill that one
that looks like a carrot

to show we mean business.

God! Past Gamora's just mean!

She was always like that,
and yet, I was the bad guy.

We are not killing anyone!

Back off!

Groot, bring the Bowie
to us. Now.

(SIGHS IN RELIEF)

(ELEVATOR MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm so sorry about this, Ura.

Oh, please.

We're here to save the life
of our friend, that is all.

We paid her to help us
get in and get out.

You'd think that'd mean,
"Oh, I'm gonna help you

"do it in a way that
no one knows it's happening."

But no, what she means is,
"I'm gonna shoot people.

"Threaten people's lives."
Shut up!

And I know
you're probably asking,

why would I trust her?

Well, that's a good question.

The answer is,
we used to be in love.

Yeah. She was my girlfriend,

only she doesn't remember it,
because it wasn't her.

Because her dad threw her off
a magic cliff and she died,

and then I lost my temper

and nearly destroyed
half the universe.

Then she came back,
out of the past.

And there she is.

Everyone else who died
in the past stayed dead,
not her.

Why? Was it the magic cliff?
I don't know.

I'm not some fricking
Infinity Stone scientist.

Just some dumbass Earth dude
who met a girl, fell in love,

that girl died,

and then came back
a total dick.

He left out
some important information,

but that is the gist of it.

(URA WHIMPERS)

(SCREAMS)

(ORGOSENTRIES GRUNTING)

Get to the security hub!

Okay!

(ORGOSENTRIES GROANING)

(DRAX GRUNTING)
(ORGOSENTRIES YELPING)

Everybody, down on the floor,
or we blow your brains out!

Hey, hey, hey,
we don't want any...

(GASPS)
SECURITY: No! Oh, my God.

Oh, my God! No!
(SCREAMING)

Come on! Would you please
stop doing that?

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

(PANTS)

(REASONS BY EARTH, WIND
& FIRE PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

(GRUNTS)

♪♪ Now, I'm craving your body
Is this real

♪♪ Temperature's rising
I don't want to feel

♪♪ I'm in the wrong place
To be real ♪♪

(DRAX GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS)

Yeah! (LAUGHING)

Hey!

♪♪ And I'm longing to love you
Just for a night ♪♪

(DRAX GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

(GROANING)

Run.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(SQUELCHING)

(GRUNTING)

(DRAX BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GUN COCKS)

(SLOW DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(MANTIS GRUNTS)

(GUNSHOTS)
(GRUNTS)

(CRIES OUT)

Drax!

(CHOKES, COUGHING)

Get on the ground
and show me your hands now.

(MANTIS GASPS)
(BREATH TREMBLING)

(BREATH SHUDDERS)

PETER: Ura?

Please listen to me.

We need to get out of here
with this

to save my best friend's life.

If you could get us
into the system

of those sentries out there,

they are good people,
like you. I'm certain of it.

And if I just had
an opportunity

to speak to them...

They're corporate shills,
you idiot.

They're not gonna
listen to you.

They will listen if I speak
to them from my heart.

Ura.

Please.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHIMES)
BLETELSNORT: Hey!

(MENACING MUSIC PLAYS)
(PETER MUTTERS)

Come out now!

Damn it!
(GUNS FIRING)

(CRIES OUT)

You are in.

Tell them your truth.

Yeah, I'm not that big
of an idiot.

I just needed to get
into the system.

Move it.

(REASONS BY
WIND, EARTH & FIRE RESUMES)

(ORGOSENTRIES SCREAMING)

Told you she was into me.

I am Groot?

Yeah, that looked cool.

(SONG STOPS)

RABBIT: Is sky?

OTTER: No.

That's not sky,
that's a ceiling.

But sire's making a new world
for all of us,

and when we get there,

there will be sky,

and it will be beautiful
and forever.

Wow.

Whoa.
Whoa.

I have been thinking.

'Bout what?

Oh, nothing in particular.

But I thought, since you guys
are my closest friends,

and my only friends,

you might
be interested in knowing

that I have been thinking.

That's cool.

I've been thinking, too,

about something
more singular.

When sire moves us
to the new world,

we're gonna need names.

I mean,

89Q12,

it's not really a name,

so I would like
my name to be...

Lylla.

Lylla.

Lylla.

RABBIT: Lylla.

That's a pretty name, Lylla.

Thank you.

I think my name
shall be Teefs,

because, although
we all do have them,

mine are definitely
the most prominent. (LAUGHS)

(CHUCKLES) Teefs.
Teefs.

Lylla.
Teefs.

(LYLLA AND TEEFS LAUGH)

RABBIT: Me be called Floor,
because me is lying on floor.

You're lying on a floor,
so your name is Floor?

(ALL LAUGHING)
FLOOR: Yes!

Floor.
YOUNG ROCKET: Floor.

What about you, friend?

Someday, I'm gonna make
great machines that fly,

and me and my friends
are gonna go flyin' together

into the forever
and beautiful sky.

Lylla, and Teefs,

and Floor, and me...

Rocket.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

FLOOR: Rocket.

It really is good
to have friends.

Yeah.

(HUMMING)

RECORDER: (ON HOLOGRAM)
Start the incision here.

(BABY ROCKET SCREECHING)
(MANTIS CRYING)

RECORDER: Keep calm.

Hold it still.
THEEL: I can't!

It won't stop moving.
(MANTIS CONTINUES CRYING)

Why did he never tell us
about any of this?

This is worse
than what Thanos did to me.

Well, what about
the passkey? Is it there?

No. But a file
was removed today.

Downloaded and deleted,

a million characters
in length.

The biometrics say it was
this man. Recorder B2H6.

I saw this guy
outside of records today.

GROOT: Hmm.

Looks like one of the
High Evolutionary's recorders.

The High Evolutionary?

The founder of OrgoCorp?

OrgoCorp is just a way
to fund his experiments

that lie outside
intergalactic laws.

He's created whole societies.

Xeronians, the Ani-Men,

the Sovereign.
The Sovereign?

Corners of the universe
consider him God.

I am Groot.

NEBULA: Yes.

Yes, what? That he's Groot?

He said maybe this man
downloaded the passkey

into the computer on his head.

Huh?

NEBULA: That could
store the passkey.

We find him, we save Rocket.

The High Evolutionary's
coordinates.

Put the coordinates
in the nav.

Wait a minute.

Are you kidding me?

What he wants is that gutted
badger in the Med-Bay,

and you're gonna bring it
straight to him?

It's almost certainly a trap.

Trap isn't a trap
if you know the trap

is trying to trap you.
It's a face-off.

A face-off is a trap
if you're facing off

against a guy a thousand times
more powerful than you.

Do you know
who the High Evolutionary is?

Yeah, he's some dickhead
who dissected my best friend.

Second best.
The High Evolutionary

isn't someone you wanna
think about messing with.

We won't think about it
when we do it.

You know what? I don't care!

Just drop me off
with the Ravagers,

and you go do whatever it is
that you wanna do.

We don't have time for this.

I'm not asking you. Drop me
off with my people now!

"Your people"? The Ravagers
aren't your people.

I'm a damn Ravager.
You aren't.

Listen, I know you were always
looking for a family. Okay?

But my Gamora,
the one I loved,

she didn't find it
with a group of criminals,

she found it with us.

People who care about you.

I know
that's who you still are.

Somewhere inside of you...

(SCREAMS)
(PETER GRUNTS)

What are you so afraid
of in your self

that I need to be
something for you?

I don't give a shit
about your Gamora.

Life made me me!

I have a few upgrades

courtesy of that gutted badger
in the Med-Bay,

and we are not
risking his life

to make yours more convenient.

I'm family.

So is he.
(INHALES SHARPLY)

Screw you.

Screw all of you.

(PORTAL PULSING)

Found him on the outskirts
of the first shield,

pirating supply ships.

(WHIMPERS)

I do appreciate this,
good sir.

And I appreciate
your generous contribution

to the Orgosentry
retirement fund.

Your associate,

a Zehoberei named Gamora,
where is she now?

You ain't getting
nothing from me.

Oh, we'll see about that,
won't we?

Adam.

Adam.

Yes, Mother?

Show him we mean business.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS)

(CRUNCHING)

(ENERGY CHARGES UP)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
(SCREAMING)

(CRACKLING AND SCREAMING STOP)

(GRUNTS)

I said show him
we mean business,

not disintegrate him!

What more business
could we have shown him?

But now he's of no use to us!

Well, let's just question
the man's friend.

HIGH PRIESTESS: Friend?
You think that's a friend?

It's an animal!

(WHIMPERING)

He looks sad.

I really don't enjoy

how that's
making me feel, actually.

(SIGHS)
(LAUGHING)

Your friend's a moron.
(GROANS)

I got one of those too.
I get it.

GAMORA: (ON COMMS) Outpost?
This is Gamora, you there?

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Fitz-Gibbonok.

Come in.

(BLOWS)
(SIZZLING)

GAMORA: (ON COMMS)
Outpost, come in.

Yes, (CLEARS THROAT) Gamora.

Salutations.

May I help?

Well, I need you guys
to come pick me up.

I'm gonna upload
the location-link

to the craft I'm on.

Oh, I think
we can arrange that.

(MACHINE CHIRPS)

(DO YOU REALIZE
BY THE FLAMING LIPS PLAYING)

♪♪ Do you realize

♪♪ That you have the most

♪♪ Beautiful face?

♪♪ Do you realize

♪♪ We're floating in space?

♪♪ Do you realize ♪♪

You need to say to him exactly
what I told you to say.

Why don't you just say it?

No one ever listens to me.

(MANTIS GRUNTS)

♪♪ Do you realize

(DRAX CLEARS THROAT)

♪♪ That everyone... ♪♪

(MUSIC CONTINUES SOFTLY
ON EARPHONES)

Quill,

life is a pond,

and you've spent
your entire life

leaping from woman to woman

as if they're lily pads
upon this great pond.

Perhaps, what you need
to do, Quill,

is learn to swim.

That actually made sense.
Yes, it made sense.

No, I mean,
that's sort of an analogy.

And I didn't know
that you were capable

of that type of thought.

I know
lots of analogies, Quill.

Analogies, metaphors,
et cetera.

For instance,

Gamora's head
is like lily pad
because it is green.

Analogy.

And also stupid-looking

and flappy.
Flappy?

Because her skin
is made of a leaf.

Metaphor.

Is it?

Yesterday, I made a poop
shaped like a fish.

Even my butt is capable
of making an analogy.

Oh.

(ALARMS BEEPING)

(GROANING)

PETER: What's happening?

NEBULA: The fluid
is in his lungs.

HIGH EVOLUTIONARY:
(SHOUTING) P13?

P13.

THEEL: Sire.

HIGH EVOLUTIONARY: P13!

THEEL: My lord,
might I suggest that we...

Must...

Ooh. Ooh.

THEEL: Sire was in
the middle of his treatments

when we had a breakthrough
with Batch 92.

Perhaps then we should
resume tomorrow, yes?

"We shall
resume tomorrow," no!

P13!

Oh. Ooh.

There you are.

(WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)

(PANTING)

Hello.

(YOUNG ROCKET GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

How did you know

about the microseminoproteins,
P13?

(EMOTIONAL OPERATIC
MUSIC PLAYING)

(JOEY WHIMPERS)

(SQUEAKING)

(MACHINE POWERING UP)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
(BREATHING SHAKILY)

(MUFFLED GLASS THUDDING)

What happened in there?

Why?

How did you know, P13?

Uh, it was
too little filtration...

In the hypotonic, yes,
we know, we fixed that.

(SCREAMING)
But how did you know?

I made you!

How did you know?

Because it worked.

(EMOTIONAL OPERATIC MUSIC
CONTINUES)

It... It worked.

Their rage is gone.

We have the peaceful creatures
we always sought,

ready to inhabit
the new world.

We're going to the new world?

Oh.

We?

Look at you.

As if you were

cobbled together
by fat-fingered children.

How could you be part
of a perfect species?

You're simply a medley
of mistakes we could
learn from

and apply to the creatures
that truly mattered.

Batch 89 was never meant
for the new world, P13.

You could figure out
the complex workings

of cytoplasmic
filtration systems,

but you couldn't
figure out that?

But that brain.

That, I'd like
to study further.

(SIGHS)

Prep it for surgery
and removal in the morning.

What about the rest
of Batch 89, sire?

(OPERATIC MUSIC OUTRO PLAYING)

Incinerate them.

(MACHINE BEEPING)

He's dying.
We need that passkey.

(ROCKET WHEEZING)
We don't have long.

(COMMS CHIMES)

MANTIS: (ON COMMS)
We've arrived.

(WE CARE A LOT
BY FAITH NO MORE PLAYING)

♪♪ We care a lot ♪♪

That looks just like...

home.

♪♪ We care a lot

♪♪ About disasters, fires
Floods and killer bees ♪♪

PETER: It's like
a replica of Earth.

It makes no sense.

Atmosphere is habitable.
Gravity's Xandar minus one.

♪♪ We care a lot

♪♪ About disease, baby, Rock
Hudson, rock, yeah!

♪♪ Oh, it's a dirty job
But someone's gotta do it

♪♪ Oh, it's a dirty job
But someone's gotta do it

♪♪ We care a lot

♪♪ We care a lot

♪♪ We care a lot

♪♪ About the gamblers
And the pushers and the geeks

♪♪ We care a lot

♪♪ About the smack and crack
And whack that hits
the streets ♪♪

PETER: Hello.

We mean you no harm.

(CROWD MURMURING)

(CHILD GIGGLES)

(CHILD YELPS)
(CROWD GASPS)

(YELLING IN ORBOSE)

Listen to me,
he was just trying

to throw her back her ball.

Ow!
(LAUGHS)

Hey!
PETER: Ow, ow.

(CROWD SHOUTING ANGRILY)
Come on! There's no reason...

(CRIES OUT)
Hey, hey.

Groot, full Kaiju!

PETER: Not full Kaiju!
(IN DEEP VOICE) I am

Groot!
PETER: Back up.

No, not Kaiju!

Groot, down!

There's no reason
to be afraid.

(GROWLING)

Get down, Groot!

Everybody, it's okay.
It's okay.

Hey. Hey, hi.

We're not here to harm you.

Okay.

See? Here.

For your knee.

We just need
to save our friend.

HIGH PRIESTESS: Filthy.
It doesn't belong here.

(GROWLING SOFTLY)

I will train it in the ways
of the Sovereign.

(SLURPING)

I will train him
not to do that.

It's an act of blasphemy
even having it here.

Kill it. Now.

I am the Warlock, Mum,

and I am done
with being ordered around.

Gamora is here.

Which means
the squirrel is also.

To save ourselves,

we must bring it
to the High Evolutionary

before his own people do.

(KOINU NO CARNIVAL (FROM
MINUTE WALTZ) BY EHAMIC PLAYS)

(ALL SPEAKING
IN ORBOSE)

(YELLING IN ORBOSE)

(VAMPIRE BAT WOMAN YELLING
IN ORBOSE)

(MUSIC STOPS)

Yeah, yeah, sit.

Let's sit. Okay.

(VAMPIRE BAT WOMAN GROANS)

(MUFFLED CHATTER)

(SIGHS)

I am Groot.

It's not rude.
It's what it's here for.

Drax, sit up!

Idiot.

(SIGHS)
Thank you.

(RESPONDS IN ORBOSE)

(LOUDLY) Thank you.

(RESPONDS IN ORBOSE)

Our friend...

He's dying.

Uh...

We love our friend.

But he is dying.

(IMITATES CHOKING)

That's not dying,
that's already dead.

They'll think
he's already dead.

They'll think we're here
on a quest for revenge.

Drax, sit up.

That's what it's here for!

PETER: Drax, it isn't.

It's made for people
to sit shoulder to shoulder

right next to each other.

Get your boots
off her pillows.

I find it hard to believe

it doesn't have
multiple purposes!

I'm sorry.
My friend is a dumbass.

(GRUNTS LIGHTLY)

That's the same as your dying.

Why do you
criticize everything?

Well, why is it oblong then?

It was
a totally different sound.

No, it wasn't. (GRUNTS) Dying.
(GRUNTS) Dumbass.

See? It's the same.
All right, guys!

Can I proceed, please,
to try to save our friend?

Drax, I see you!

(GROANS)

I understand that none of this

makes any sense
to you right now.

We need your help

in finding a man.

Uh, I'm gonna...
I'm gonna draw.

I'm gonna draw the man
that we're looking for.

Like this.

You see the thing on her head?

He has a thing like this.
That is delightful. Mm.

There you go.

Have you seen this man?

That's very good.

Can I have that later to hang
in my apartment, please?

Yeah. Thank you.

Mowtio.

His name...
His name is "Mowtio"?

Eo, eo. Uh...

(YELLS IN ORBOSE)

(CROWD MUTTERING)

Mowtios-ek lolo.

Many mowtios.
Oh.

There?
Oh.

At the pyramid.
Oh.

Is that your car
in the driveway?

VAMPIRE BAT WOMAN: Oh.
Eo. (SIGHS)

Drax, stay here with Rocket.

Watch him.
That's who they're coming for.

I wanna come.
No.

Mantis, watch Drax.

Groot, you know
what to do with these.

(NEBULA GRUNTING)

Push down on it.
What?

Push it down.
I am pushing down on it.

Push the button.

It looks like
you're pushing the keyhole.

NEBULA: The what?
There's a button

under the handle,
press that in.

(GRUNTS)
(BUTTON CLICKS)

Okay. Now what?

Open the fucking door.

(GROWLS) That
is a stupid design,

and your instructions
were very unclear.

Let's get that passkey
and save our friend.

(PEOPLE SCREAM)

(NEBULA GRUNTS)

(ENGINE REVS)

I was eight years old
when I left Earth, okay?

Why would I know any more

about driving one of
these things than you do?

Don't see you volunteering.
You want me to drive?

No.
I'll drive.

I don't want you to drive.
I got this.

(ENGINE REVVING)
(NEBULA GRUNTING)

(KOINU NO CARNIVAL PLAYING
ON CAR RADIO)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(CAR THUDS)
(OBJECT CLATTERING)

(I'M ALWAYS CHASING RAINBOWS
BY ALICE COOPER PLAYS ON ZUNE)

(ROCKET WHEEZING)

♪♪ Just a wild goose chase

♪♪ And my dreams
have all been denied

(CAP CLATTERS)

♪♪ Why have I always
been a failure

♪♪ What can the reason be ♪♪

You must be a really loyal pet

if they're willing to do
all this for you.

(ON SPEAKERS)

♪♪ Chasing rainbows

♪♪ Watching clouds drifting by

♪♪ My schemes are just like
all my dreams

♪♪ Ending in the sky

♪♪ Some fellows look
and find the sunshine

♪♪ I always look
and find the rain

♪♪ And some fellows
make a winning sometime

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

♪♪ I'm always
chasing rainbows ♪♪

(SCREAMING)

This is the perfect society?

(SONG ENDS)

(CHILD GIGGLING)

Sire.

This one has been running
for two hours

without breaking a sweat.

It's incredible...
They can survive

on 30 calories a day,

an hour's sleep a week,
they're always happy,

and they can rewire
a carbenetrix core

in under two minutes.

But will she be ready
for the new colony?

Sire, they're here.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS)

PETER: Here we go.

(TIRES SQUEAL)

We're here to see...

The High Evolutionary
is expecting you.

Which means it is a trap.

It's a face-off.

She stays here.

Why?
Policy against weaponry,

and your arm is a gun.

He's clean.
Let's go.

Hey.

It'll be okay.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC BUILDING)

Move it!

(ANIMALS CRYING IN DISTANCE)

(DOOR BEEPS)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(LOCK CLICKS)
(DOOR BEEPS)

Are you okay, Rocket?

(ANIMAL WHINES)

(ANIMAL YAPS)

(ANIMAL WHINING)

(ANIMAL CHATTERS)

(ROUSING MUSIC PLAYING)

FLOOR: Me Rocket play now?

I can't right now, Floor.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

What are you doing?

They ain't gonna set us free.

Yes, they are, Rocket.

We're going to the new world
any day now.

(SIGHS)

No, that can't be true.

It is.

They wanna kill us all
in the morning.

What?
FLOOR: What?

But I'm gonna fix it.

What is that?

It's a key.

I'm gonna use it
to get us all out of here.

I don't know
if that's wise, Rocket.

Mm.
FLOOR: Me Rocket leave!

Hooray time forever!

Just down that hall,
there are ships.

I know.
And if we can get to one,

I can pilot it.

And then we'll all fly away
together, the four of us,

just like
we always said, okay?

Okay?

Whoo-hoo! Yippee!
Rocket! Sky, sky, sky!

(ROUSING MUSIC CONTINUES)

(YOUNG ROCKET
BREATHING HEAVILY)

(DOOR BEEPS)
(SIGHS IN RELIEF)

You did it!
FLOOR: Yes! Yes! Yes!

You did it!

You did it, you did it,
you did it!

(FLOOR GIGGLES)

(YOUNG ROCKET GRUNTING)

(SNIFFING)

(DOOR BEEPS)

You did it!

(YOUNG ROCKET CHUCKLES)
You did it.

It really is good to have...

(GUN BLASTS)
(FLOOR GASPS)

(GASPS SOFTLY)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(METAL RATTLES)

Yes, I imagined
you'd do something like this.

Back in the cage, P13.

(GASPING SOFTLY)

Sky.

(SCREAMING)

(WAILING)

FLOOR: Rocket, Teefs,
Floor go now.

Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now.

Q12 and P13

escaped from their pens.
FLOOR: Rocket, Teefs,
Floor go now.

Q12 is neutralized...
Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now.

Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now.
...but P13 is still out,

so I'll need assistance.
Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now.

Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now.
Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now.

Remember not to bruise
its brain.

(CONTINUES WAILING)
Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now.

Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now.

(MIMICKING YOUNG ROCKET'S
WAILING)

All right, P13!

You win the crying contest.
Now, back in the cage.

(YOUNG ROCKET GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)
(SCRATCHING)

Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now.
TEEFS: Rocket, let's go!

Let's go! Rocket, please!

Rocket! Rocket!

(SCRATCHING CONTINUES)
(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

RECORDER: Down here. Hurry.

(HIGH EVOLUTIONARY CHOKING)

(RECORDERS GROANING)

(EMOTIONAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(STIRRING MUSIC PLAYING)
(PANTING)

RECORDER 1: Hey, there it is!
RECORDER 2: Get him!

RECORDER 3: Get back here!
RECORDER 4: Get it!

RECORDER 2: He's getting away!

(GRUNTING)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(ENGINE REVS)

(PANTING EXHAUSTEDLY)

(MOTORCYCLE APPROACHING)

(YELPS)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

What are you doing?

I got a bad feeling
about this.

Peter just told you
to stay here.

Yeah, well, that's his fault.

He should know by now
that I never do

anything that anyone
ever tells me.

We need to protect Rocket.

Yeah, that's right.

So, hop on and we'll ride
back to the ship.

Just right over there?

Yeah.

Drax! Hey! Stop being a jerk!

You!

Hey, yeah, you!

I take it the passkey,

it's in that thing
on your head.

I would advise
against aggression.

Oh. Got time for me now?

Your friend
once took advantage.

I learn my lessons.

I aim some small part
of my mental capacity

back in my own direction,

and now, gravity itself
serves my whims.

(COMMS CHIRPS)
War Pig.

Now.

You must find
Counter-Earth familiar.

Counter-Earth?

I visited your planet
many years ago.

Earth hasn't been my planet
in a long time.

Your people had

wonderful spirit.
Mm.

The art and music
and literature

were some of the finest
in the universe.

Earth would be
a fabulous place,

were it not for
the ignorance and bigotry.

Okay.
It inspired me to create

Counter-Earth.
I don't care.

All of the good
and none of the bad.

I don't need another speech
by some impotent whack job

whose mother didn't love him

rationalizing why he needs
to conquer the universe.

I'm not trying
to conquer the universe.

I'm perfecting it.

(GAMORA HUMMING
I'M ALWAYS CHASING RAINBOWS)

(ALARM BLARING)
GAMORA: What the...

(TOILET FLUSHES)

Hey!

Drop the badger.

(YELLING)
(GAMORA GRUNTS)

I just want the passkey.
Then bring me 89P13.

I am Groot.

He says, "Suck my..."

Why are you so angry?

Because I know
what you did to our friend.

Anything I've done,

I've done for the betterment
of the universe.

Newsflash, Einstein.

Better universes
generally don't include

a bunch of octopuses
selling meth

to guys with cockroach heads.

They do not.

Which is why,

as I have done
many times before,

I'm going to have
to raze it all

and start again.

What?

(GASPING)
(FOOTSTEPS)

I got 89P13,

and I'm on my way.

We're in possession
of the subject.

(RUMBLING)

(RUMBLING)
(CRACKING)

(SIGHS)

(GAMORA GRUNTS)
Ow!

(GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

(CREATURE SQUEALING)

(SCREAMING)

Oh, my God.

I am Groot?

Kill 'em all.

(PULSES)
(BOTH GROANING)

Stay.
(GRUNTING)

Uh-uh. I said "stay."

(CREATURE WHINES)

What, did you want me
to leave you back,

so that Mother
could fillet you?

(ROCKET WHEEZING WEAKLY)
ADAM: Stay.

WAR PIG: What the hell?

We're working
for the same boss.

Yes, but I need
the credit, chum,

to save
my entire civilization.

So be a good creepy... thing

and back off.
(SCREAMS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

No.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
(GAMORA PANTING)

(RUMBLING)

(MUSIC BUILDING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(PANTING)

(WEAPON WHIZZES)
(GAMORA SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

(PANTING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(WEAPON WHIZZES)
(YELPS)

Mother.

(GRUNTING)
(CREATURE WHIMPERS)

(WHINES)

(GAMORA GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)
(CREATURE YELPING)

(HEROIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(GASPS)

Mother!

(GROANS)

Mantis and Drax, come in.

Mantis? Drax?

DRAX: (ON COMMS) Uh, hey.

I need you to bring
the ship here now!

Well, we can't
do that exactly because...

we're not at the ship.

Then where the hell are...

(MOANING IN PAIN)

(GRUNTS)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Nebula, come in.

Gamora! Take off now!

Get yourself and Rocket
off the planet.

(GROWLS IN ANNOYANCE)

(MUFFLED EXPLOSION)

What kinda ship is this?

(EXPLOSION)
(YELPS)

(LAUGHS) It's amusing, really.

How stupid are you, hmm?

It was so obviously a trap.

It's not a trap.
It's a face-off.

Now kill them all.

What do you have in your hand?

(GROOT GRUNTS)
(GRENADE BEEPING RAPIDLY)

Grenade!

(ALL SCREAM)

(COUGHING)

(MENACING MUSIC PLAYING)

(PEOPLE GROANING)

I am Groot!

(SHIP POWERS ON)

(SAN FRANCISCO BY THE MOWGLI'S
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

(ALL PANTING)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(STRAINING)

(THEEL WHIMPERING)

(COCKS GUN)
THEEL: No! Don't!

Don't! No, no, no! No, please!
Please, spare me!

Please, spare me, please.

(THEEL GASPS)

Thank you. Thank you. Thank...

That'd be premature.
Huh?

No, no, no...
(PETER GROWLS)

(THEEL SCREAMING)

Quite a novel escape plan,

jumping headfirst
into an exploding planet.

(THEEL CONTINUES SCREAMING)

You'll kill us both!

Not both.

(PETER GRUNTS)

(WHIMPERING)

(THEEL SOBS IN FEAR)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(THEEL WHIMPERING)

(THEEL SCREAMING)

MANTIS: Why are we doing this?

Quill and Groot are inside.

We have to get them out.
(THEEL SCREAMING)

(SAN FRANCISCO BY THE MOWGLI'S
CONTINUES ON SPEAKERS)

(STRAINING)

(GROANING)

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

(PETER GROWLING)

Groot.

(GRUNTS)

(PETER GRUNTING)

(CRASHING)

Whoever's in the cockpit,
activate the brake.

(GRUNTS) The steering
mechanism is stuck.

Well, pull harder!

(STRAINING)

(CRACKLES)
Let's go. Come on.

(YELLS)

(THUDS)

(SIGHS IN RELIEF)

(PANTING)

(MANTIS GASPING)

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

(DRAX GROANS)
It's hard to breathe.

(BEEPING CONTINUES)
(GASPING)

We are entering space.

(GAGS)
(DRAX GRUNTING)

(ALL GASPING FOR AIR)

(ALL PANTING)

(CHILDREN MURMUR)

Joob joob?

NEBULA: Oh, piss off.

(GAMORA GRUNTS)

GAMORA: What kind of monster
slaughters a civilization?

Where are Mantis and Drax?
I don't know!

Gimme.
Here.

Ha! You're lucky I was able

to knock down that door...
Rocket and Gamora

are probably dead
because of you!

I didn't know.
Oh, you didn't know?

When are you gonna
stop using the excuse

of being some big dumb clown
for contributing nothing,

and the rest of us having
to carry your slack!

Don't push him!

You don't have the right
to push him.

And you! You're no better.

The only thing
we can count on you for

is when someone
shows weakness,

you'll be right there
to support it.

Fine, I don't care.

I know you need to find fault
in everyone else

to make yourself feel okay,

so find it in me.
Oh, go to hell, Mant!

But you don't have the right
to push him!

It's not his fault
he's stupid.

He's a liability.
He makes us laugh

and he loves us.
How is that a liability?

All you care about
is intelligence and...

and competence.

Not sure I appreciate
this defense.

He has sadness,

but he's the only one of you
who doesn't hate himself.

So I don't care
if he's stupid.

You think I'm stupid?

Yes.

(SIGHS SOFTLY)

Forget.

Ha! You're lucky I was able
to knock down that door

with my incredible strength.

Quill?

Quill? Quill, are you there?
(GRUNTS)

Joob joob... (CONTINUES
SPEAKING IN ORBOSE)

That language
isn't in my translator.

(MACHINES BEEPING)
(ROCKET WHEEZING LABORIOUSLY)

(MACHINE TRILLS)

(WHISPERS) Okay. Here we go.

(EMOTIONAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Okay. All right, Rocket.

Go.

(TRILLING)

(EMOTIONAL MUSIC CONTINUES)

Lylla? (SOBS)

Friend.

(CONTINUES WHEEZING)

Okay, okay.

Okay, here we go.

This isn't right.

No, no, no, it's good.
It's gonna work. It's working.

It needs to be faster.

(TEARFULLY)
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

(CRYING)

Rocket.

I let you down.

I got you killed.

I got everybody killed.
(SOBBING)

We were right.

The sky is beautiful,
and it is forever.

And I've been flying
with our friends.

(EMOTIONAL MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SNIFFLES)

(FLOOR CHUCKLES)

Can I come?

Yes.

(SNIFFLES)

(SIGHS)

(GASPS HEAVILY)
(MACHINE FLATLINING)

No, no, no!

No!

Come on.

Come on!
Quill.

No!

No!

GAMORA: Quill.
No!

GAMORA: Quill.
PETER: I'm not gonna lose him.

He's gone.

I'm not letting him go!

Come on.

(EMOTIONAL MUSIC CONTINUES)

(FLOOR GIGGLING)

(MUSIC HALTS)

But not yet.

You still have a purpose here.

(BREATH SHUDDERING)
A purpose for what?

They made us for nothing.

Stupid experiments
to be thrown away.

There are the hands
that made us,

and then there are the hands
that guide the hands.

(EMOTIONAL MUSIC RESUMES)

Mm.

My beloved raccoon.

This story
has been yours all along,

you just didn't know it.

I'm not a raccoon.
(WHOOSHING)

(GASPING HEAVILY)

(MACHINE TRILLING)

PETER: The passkey's
going through!

(GRUNTS)

(ROCKET WHEEZING)

(PANTING)

(MACHINE THRUMMING)

(GASPING LABORIOUSLY)

(GAGS, GASPS)

(COUGHING)

Quill?

(SIGHS)

(PANTING SLOWLY)

(EMOTIONAL MUSIC CONTINUES)

Where's Nebula?

(PETER SNIFFLING)

(ROCKET GROANS SOFTLY)

Sh... She's, uh...

Because her code
is on the comm behind you.

(SOFT BEEPING)

What? Nebula?

Where are you?
Oh, thank God!

We're here
to get you out of here.

Out of where?
NEBULA:
The High Evolutionary's ship.

No, I got off the ship.

You what?
PETER: Wait, where are you?

On the ship!

On the ship?
NEBULA: I didn't lie.

Why are you on the ship?

To save you, obviously.

PETER:
No, I told you to go back.

You gotta know by now
I always figure out

an incredibly clever way
to get out of a fix.

Tell him I said hi.
Really?

Tell him we're coming
to save him.

Pay attention
or play with the kids.

One or the other.

"Play with the kids"?

How did you get out?
That's not really important.

I am Groot.

Jumping a thousand feet
to your death without
a parachute

is a clever way

of getting out of a fix?
(SIGHS)

You're all just makin' up
stuff that he's saying, right?

The important thing is

we're all okay.

(GASPS SOFTLY)

(CHILDREN GIGGLING)

Rocket?

Yeah, he's here.

And he's okay.

(SHUDDERING)

(CRYING)

(CHILDREN CHATTER PLAYFULLY)

Rocket, we love you very much,
and we're happy you're alive.

Well, that makes you
the idiots then.

HIGH EVOLUTIONARY:
He's right about that.

(SHUDDERING)

(CHILDREN SCREAMING)
Back in your cages!

(ALL GRUNT)

Nebula?

Nebula, come in!

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(COMMS CHIRPS)

So, you'd like to joust,
would you?

Go to hell,
you sick son of a bitch.

You killed
all of those people.

As I will your friends.

HIGH EVOLUTIONARY:
I'm sending you
the coordinates.

They will die
unless you bring me

what is mine!

Screw you, you stretch-faced,
RoboCop-looking,

Skeletor wannabe,

purple-nurple piece of...

(COMMS FIZZLES)

He hung up.

You think?

(POOR GIRL BY X
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

COSMO: 1966.

The Soviet put me on a rocket,

knowing full well I'm never
to return and I will die

in a fiery ball of death.

But one thing
even mudak Soviets never do

is call me bad dog.

Oh, my God!
Could you just let it go?

Kraglin, please,
just take it back.

This is killing us.

I can't take it back
if she is, in fact,

a bad dog.
(ALL GROANING)

MAN: Kraglin!

COSMO: Oh,
it never stops hurting. (SOBS)

PETER: (ON COMMS) Kraglin.

Oh, hey, Pete.

We need to save
Nebula, Mantis, and Drax,

and we need your help.

Me?

(SOUND EFFECTS PLAYING)
(BOTH GIGGLING)

You're the one who lost it,
you twit.

The Hellspawn had it,
sire, but...

But, but, but! But!

That rancid word.

I'm merely wondering
whether it might be wiser

to go directly
to the new colony

and not engage
in unnecessary conflict.

They can rewire a carbenetrix
core in under two minutes,

but what is that, Vim?

Rote memorization.

Rote memorization!

In hundreds of years
of our creations,

only one has known
true invention.

One.

Putrid in every other way,
but 89P13 had that.

Yes, sire.

A populace unable to think
what hasn't yet been thought

will die on the vine.

We need 89P13's brain,

so we can transfer that trait
into these creatures

before we go
to the new colony.

Nothing else matters.

(GROANS)

(DRAX AND MANTIS GRUNT)

(ALL GROANING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(GASPS)

MANTIS: How did
they get down here?

Joob joob.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

Peter will be trying
to get to the spaceport.

He doesn't know
about the children.

You!
(CHILDREN GASP)

We need you to let
all the other children
on board know

to stay away
from the starboard walls.

Joob joob?

They know three frickin' words

and two of them are "joob."

Joob joob.
(LOUDLY) No! Listen to me!

You need to talk
to the other children,

all of them here,
and tell them

to stay away
from the freaking...

What the hell
are you doing, Mantis?

(SCREAMING)
Explaining it, dickhead!

(CHILDREN CRYING)

Joob joob eo!

(GULPS)

Joob joob eo!

You're scaring them.

(CRYING CONTINUES)

Hello, dumb idiots.

(CRYING SUBSIDES)

I had a little girl like you.

You know what
she used to like?

She liked when
I made monkey noises.

(CONFUSED MURMUR)

Beep.

Beep, beep. Beep.

(CLUCKING)

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
(DRAX QUACKING)

How is that a monkey?

Beats me.

(DRAX MIMICKING
ROBOTIC BEEPING)

(CHILDREN CONTINUE LAUGHING)

(QUACKING ROBOTICALLY)

Boop.
(ALL LAUGH HEARTILY)

(BEEPING ROBOTICALLY)

Boop.
(CHILDREN LAUGH)

(BEEPS ROBOTICALLY) Boop.
(LAUGHS)

(ALL CONTINUE LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING IN ORBOSE)

(RESPONDS IN ORBOSE)

Eo, eo. Joob joob.

Joob joob.
DRAX: Yeah.

(SPEAKS IN ORBOSE)
CHILDREN: Joob joob.

Yeah. Joob joob.

CHILDREN: Joob joob.

They're gonna tell
the other kids

to stay away
from the starboard wall.

Why didn't you tell us

you knew their language
this whole time?

Why didn't you ask?

(GRUNTS) This could be futile,
Quill. He's too powerful.

Well, then I guess
we'll die trying.

What is "dying trying"
gonna accomplish?

Or we can just give him
the badger?

Our thing is dying trying.

I am Groot.

I know who you are already!

Feel free to stay behind
in the cargo area.

I'm not leaving my sister
with that jackass.

This you?

Fell out of your bag.

Let's do this.

(ENGINE POWERING UP)

(THIS IS THE DAY BY THE THE
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

♪♪ Well, you didn't wake up
this morning

♪♪ 'Cause you didn't go to bed

♪♪ You were watching the whites
of your eyes turn red

♪♪ The calendar on your wall ♪♪

Wait.

Wait.

(SINGING ALONG)
♪♪ Reading some old letters

♪♪ You smile... ♪♪

(CHUCKLES) You almost
have to admire their pluck.

(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)
Sire.

(CRACKLES, BLASTS)

♪♪ Across the clear blue sky ♪♪

Howdy there,
you freakin' creep.

♪♪ Your life
will surely change ♪♪

Back up!
Yes, sire.

♪♪ When things
fall into place ♪♪

You're on, Steemie.

First barrel.

♪♪ This is the day
Your life will surely change ♪♪

Second barrel.

Third barrel.

Fourth barrel.

♪♪ When things fall into place

(CHILDREN SPEAKING
IN ORBOSE)

♪♪ This is the day ♪♪

Hard starboard.

Hard starboard.

♪♪ This is the day

♪♪ Your life
will surely change ♪♪

And fire!

♪♪ This is the day ♪♪

(CHILDREN SCREAMING)

(CHUCKLES)

(MUFFLED EXPLOSION)
(VIM GRUNTS)

They've breached
the spaceport.

One of them holds
subject 89P13.

Release the Hellspawn.
All of them.

Sire, the Hellspawn
were created

solely to defend
the new colony

Do it now!

Get me 89P13,

and kill everyone
in the head of that dead god.

(SQUELCHING)

(BEEPING)

(HATCHES CLANKING)

(ROARING)

(SOFT GROWLING)

(RESTRAINTS RATTLING)

(SCREAMING)

Spaceport wide open, Cap'n,

but that old missile's
all we had.

Rocket, Groot, go, go!
Get inside that spaceport.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(ALARM BEEPING)

ROCKET: What the hell?

(SCREECHES)

(GASPS)

(RAPID LASER FIRE)

PETER: Aw, come on!
(CREATURE SQUEALING)

(GAMORA SHOUTS)

(HELLSPAWN SCREECHING)

(HELLSPAWN SCREECHING)

(PEOPLE WHIMPERING)

COSMO: Kraglin,
we have been infiltrated.

Open the pit.

Sire, our bargaining power
will be gone.

(HEAVY METAL GEARS CLICKING)

(DOOR THUDS)

(UNEASY MUSIC PLAYING)
(BREATH TREMBLING)

(FLASHLIGHT CLICKS)
(NEBULA GASPS)

(ROARING)

Abilisks!

(ROARS)

(MUFFLED EXPLOSIONS)

Good God!

(NEBULA GROANS, COUGHS)

This way!

(ALL PANTING)

(DRAX GASPS)
(ROARS)

(DRAX GASPS)
(ROARS)

(ROARS)

(ABILISKS SNARLING
AND ROARING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

(GAMORA GROANING)

(YELLS)
(CREATURE SQUEALS)

One more step
and this weird thing gets it!

Don't be rash.
(CREATURE WHIMPERS)

(GRUNTS)
(GUN FIRES)

(CRIES OUT)

(GROANS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(CRACKLING)

(BOTH PANTING)

(GRUNTING LABORIOUSLY)

What were you programming?

A self-destruction code.

(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYS)

(THUD)
(ENGINE ROARING)

(ABILISKS ROARING)

What are you doing?

It's okay.

Mantis, stop!

MANTIS: They eat batteries,

not people.

Maybe they're just scared
of what we are gonna
do to them.

(ROARING)

We're not gonna hurt you.

Everything is going
to be okay.

(HOPEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(LOW GRUNT)

(ABILISK MOANS)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(PURRING)

(ALL GROANING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(NOISES FADE)

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYS)

YONDU: Use your heart, boy.

(WHISTLING LONG NOTES)

(WHISTLING RHYTHMICALLY)

(WHISTLING LONG NOTE)

(GROWLING)

(GROWLS)

(LAUGHS) A dog!

Yeah.

(RUMBLING)

(GROWLS)

(GRUNTS PERPLEXEDLY)

(GRUNTS)

She's a good dog.

(SCREECHES)

COSMO: I knew you believe
I am good dog.

All right, all right,
get off me, you idiot!

(COSMO GIGGLES)

(MUFFLED EXPLOSIONS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Sire, we must retreat.
The ship is going down.

The spaceport has intruders.

Go! See if one of them
is 89P13.

Sire, you have an irrational
obsession with this animal.

You must stop, for God's sake!

There is no God!

That's why I stepped in!

(GUN POWERS ON)

(GUN POWERS ON)

(GUNS POWERING ON)

Controller, I am taking
command of the Arete.

Disengage all damaged sectors
of the ship,

and retreat.
(YELLS)

(SLOW OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(CRACKLING)

Attention,

(ON PA) all personnel.

Intruders have
boarded the ship.

Head to the starboard
spaceport.

(HURRIED CHATTER)

Get me 89P13,

and kill the rest.

(NO SLEEP TILL BROOKLYN
BY BEASTIE BOYS PLAYS)

♪♪ No sleep till... ♪♪

All right.

We go in there, we get Mantis,

Nebula, and Drax.
(SONG CONTINUES FAINTLY)

We move in, we get 'em,
and we get out.

(LOUD THUD)

(ROARS)

(ABILISKS CHITTERING)

Whoo! (CHUCKLES)

(DRAX GRUNTS)
(MANTIS CHUCKLES)

Did that look cool?

Okay, new game plan.

We get the hell
out of here now.

There are thousands
of creatures on the ship.

Many of them are children.

And we need to be
good joob joob.

Huh?
It means friends.

If we wanna live,
we have to leave now.

This whole rig is gonna
go down any second.

NEBULA: They will all die
if we don't help them.

(MUFFLED EXPLOSION)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS)

I'm done runnin'.

(NO SLEEP TILL BROOKLYN
BY BEASTIE BOYS FADES BACK IN)

♪♪ Foot on the pedal
Never ever false metal

♪♪ Engine running hotter
than a boiling kettle

♪♪ My job ain't a job
It's a damn good time

♪♪ City to city
I'm running my rhymes

♪♪ On location
Touring around the nation

♪♪ Beastie Boys
always on vacation

♪♪ Ain't no faking
your money I'm taking

♪♪ Going coast to coast
watch all the girlies shaking

♪♪ While you're at the job
working nine-to-five

♪♪ The Beastie Boys
at the Garden Cold
kicking it live

♪♪ No sleep till

♪♪ Another plane, another train
Another bottle in the brain

♪♪ Another girl, another fight
Another drive all night

♪♪ No sleep till Brooklyn

♪♪ No sleep till Brooklyn

♪♪ Born and bred
in Brooklyn, USA

(ALL GRUNTING AND YELLING)

♪♪ They call me Adam Yauch
but I'm MCA

♪♪ Like a lemon to a lime
A lime to a lemon

♪♪ I sip the def ale
with all the fly women

♪♪ Limos, arenas, and TV shows

♪♪ Autographed pictures
and classy hoes

♪♪ Step off, Holmes
get out of my way!

♪♪ Taxing little girlies
from here to LA

♪♪ Waking up
before I get to sleep

♪♪ 'Cause I'll be rocking
This party eight days a week

♪♪ No sleep till

(YELLS)

(LAUGHS)

♪♪ No sleep till Brooklyn

(GUARD GROANS)

♪♪ No sleep till Brooklyn

♪♪ No sleep till Brooklyn

♪♪ Brooklyn

♪♪ No sleep till Brooklyn

(ALL YELL)

(ALL GROAN)

(YELLING)

♪♪ No sleep till Brooklyn

♪♪ Brooklyn

♪♪ No sleep till Brooklyn

(GROANING)
(CREATURE BABBLING)

♪♪ Brooklyn

♪♪ No sleep till Brooklyn

♪♪ No sleep till Brooklyn

♪♪ No sleep till Brooklyn ♪♪

(GROANS)

(GROANING)

(YELLS)

(GROANS)
(SONG ENDS)

(ALL PANTING)

(CREATURE CHITTERS)

There's a big hole
up in the deck.

If we can connect that
to Knowhere,

we can lead
the survivors to safety.

Nebs and me
will pilot the ship.

You guys save
all the higher life forms.

(SPEAKING IN ORBOSE)

Hello, moron.

(CHUCKLES)

GAMORA: Come on!
(DRAX GRUNTS)

(DRAX SPEAKS ORBOSE)

Follow me, come on! Come on!

STAR CHILD: Domo!

GAMORA: Come on!

Go, go, go!

Domo! Domo!

I am Groot!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

(GASPS) Um, this way to, uh...

Thank you.

Yes, you're welcome.
I was screaming

at something scary behind you,
not you.

You look really cool.

(GRUNTS)

Kill me if you want,

but then good luck
gettin' out of here.

Wait!
Let him go, Flecktick,

it's our only chance.

I got a space big enough
to get through.

I gotta find out
if I can change it

to a permeable shield.

I can't fly
this frickin' thing,

the flight controls
are all screwed.

NEBULA: I'll do it.

Go help the others.
Wait, give me your comm.

Kraglin, I'll pilot
from this side.

KRAGLIN: Kragula,

back in action!

(METALLIC CLICK)

(METAL GROANING)

(CAPTIVATING MUSIC PLAYING)

GAMORA: Come on,
come on, come on!

Go, go!

Go, go, go!

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait!

Stop, stop!

Are those kids?

(CAPTIVATING MUSIC PLAYING)

(METAL GROANING)

Okay, Cosmo, stitch it up!

It needs to be airtight for
the kids to make it across.

COSMO: Locking up, Kapitan.

(CRASH)
(CHILDREN SCREAMING)

(GROWLS)

(CRACKLES)

(SHIELD POWERS UP)
(CHILDREN CHEERING)

Go, now, go!

GAMORA: One by one,
one by one!

Okay.

(GRUNTING AND GROANING)

Locking in and headed down.

(NEBULA GROANS)

DRAX: This way. This way.

Why?

Why are you doing this?
I tried to kill you.

I am Groot.

DRAX: He says,

"Everyone deserves
a second chance."

(COSMO WHIMPERS, GROWLS)

(SHIP SHIFTS)
(CHILDREN SCREAM)

(COSMO WHIMPERS)

You are so strong.

(CHILDREN SCREAMING)

Why are you so slow? Hurry!

Where's Rocket?

Huh?

Domo. Domo.

Domo. Domo.

(MUFFLED EXPLOSIONS)
(CRUMBLING)

(EMOTIONAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(ANIMALS WHINING
AND WHIMPERING)

(EMOTIONAL MUSIC CONTINUES)

(KITS CHITTERING)

(ROCKET SIGHS)

(CRACKLES)
(DOOR BEEPS)

(MUSIC SWELLING)

(CHITTERING)

(EMOTIONAL MUSIC CONTINUES)
(KITS CHITTERING)

(EMOTIONAL MUSIC CONTINUES)

HIGH EVOLUTIONARY: You!
(ROCKET GASPS)

You thought
you could escape me!

(GROANS)
No!

(SCREAMS)

You think you have some worth

in and of yourself,
without me?

No!

You are an abomination!

Nothing more than a step
on my path,

you freakish little monster!

How dare you think
you are more,

89P13?

(STRAINING)

The name's Rocket.

Rocket Raccoon.
(GUN COCKS)

(SCREAMING)
(CRACKLING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(CRIES OUT)

GAMORA: Hmm.
(GASPS)

(REMOVES SWORD)
(CHOKING)

(SWORD CLATTERS)

(STIFLED GASPING)

His face came off!

It's a mask.

Look what you did to me.

For what?

All I wanted to do

was to make things

perfect.

You didn't wanna
make things perfect.

You just hated things
the way they are.

Kill him.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(GULPS)

Why?

Because I'm a freaking
Guardian of the Galaxy.

(EXPLOSION)

We have to get outta here now.

We have to save them.

We've got all the kids
on board.

No, Pete.

The rest of them.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)

(DISTANT SQUEALING)
(RUMBLING)

GAMORA: Come on!
Come on. Whoa!

Move!

Move it, bird!

Whoa!
GAMORA: Come on!

Come on!

(ANIMALS SQUEALING)
Come on, come on, come on!

(BOTH SCREAM)

Thought we were
limiting ourselves

to the higher life forms?

Yeah, well, me too.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

(ANIMALS CHITTERING)

(FIRE WHOOSHES)

MANTIS: Go, babies.

Go, babies.

Go!

COSMO: I cannot hold much...
(GASPING)

(STRAINING)

PETER: Run!

Go! Go!

(GROANS)

(CHOKES)

Quill! Hurry!

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)
(GAS HISSES)

(GAS HISSES)

(EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE)

(SOLEMN CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Peter!

(YELLING, SOBS)

(SMASHING)

(SOLEMN CHORAL MUSIC
CONTINUES)

(HEAVY EXPLOSION)

(SHUDDERING) Peter!

(GASPING)

(STRAINED) Did that

look

cool?

(CHUCKLES TEARFULLY)

Come on.

(NEBULA GRUNTS)

(MANTIS BREATHES HEAVILY)

(PETER CHUCKLES)

(CREATURE HUFFING)

(COSMO BARKS, WHIMPERS)
Cosmo! I'm okay.

(SOLEMN CHORAL MUSIC
CONTINUES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

I am Groot.

Thanks. Just tell them
I'm gonna be right...

I am Groot.

Yeah. It was good
working with you, too.

Hey, Gamora.
Are you ready?

Yeah.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

You know, I'm still not
who you want me to be.

I know.

But who you are ain't so bad.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS SOFTLY)

I bet we were fun.

Like you wouldn't believe.

Okay.

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

You okay?

I think I need to talk
to everybody.

So, you're gonna leave?

My mother died in front of me
when I was eight years old,

and I have been running
ever since.

I'm gonna need
to take some time...

and learn how to swim.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

I as well.

I love you all. I do.

But my whole life
I did whatever Ego wanted,

and then, I did
whatever the Guardians wanted.

I need to go out
and discover what I want.

I'll come with you.
No, Drax.

That's the whole point.

But you need someone
to protect you.

I don't.
DRAX: Not in a bad way.

Just because
of your incredible weakness.

Oh, my gosh,
you're so frustrating!

Drax.

I need you here.

We're building a new society.

I need all the support
I can get

for those children out there.

Today, I saw who you are.

You weren't born
to be a destroyer.

You were born to be a dad.

So, you'll lead
the Guardians then?

No.

I'm gonna lead the city,

make it the type of home
I never had.

So, that's it?

The group's over?

PETER: No.

Well, the Galaxy
still needs its Guardians.

And you will make a better
leader than I ever was,

Cap'n.

(MUSIC RISING)

I love you, guys.

For you.

(CHUCKLES)

(KITS CHITTER)

(CHUCKLES)

(DOG DAYS ARE OVER BY
FLORENCE + THE MACHINE PLAYS)

(ON SPEAKERS)

♪♪ Like a train on a track

♪♪ Coming towards her

♪♪ Stuck still, no turning back

♪♪ She hid around corners
and she hid under beds

♪♪ She killed it with kisses
and from it she fled

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

♪♪ With every bubble
She sank with a drink

(GRUNTS)

♪♪ And washed it away down
the kitchen sink

♪♪ The dog days are over

DRAX: Hmm.

♪♪ The horses are coming

♪♪ So you better run

♪♪ Run fast for your mother
run fast for your father

♪♪ Run for your children
for your sisters and brothers

(TRILLS)

♪♪ And your longing behind

♪♪ You can't carry it with you
if you want to survive

♪♪ The dog days are over

(SIGHS)

♪♪ Can you hear the horses ♪♪

RAVAGER 1: Yeah!

RAVAGER 2: Oh, yeah!

(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)

♪♪ The dog days are over ♪♪

Welcome home.

♪♪ The dog days are done

♪♪ The horses are coming

♪♪ So you better run

♪♪ The dog days are over

(CROWD CHEERING)

♪♪ The horses are coming

(LAUGHING)

(CREATURE YAPPING)

♪♪ And I never wanted

♪♪ Anything from you

♪♪ Except everything... ♪♪

I think I might be
at the wrong, uh...

I'm looking for Jason Quill.

Uh, yes.

Come in.

♪♪ Happiness hit her

♪♪ Like a bullet

♪♪ In the back

♪♪ Struck from a great height ♪♪

Pete?

♪♪ By someone who should know

(GASPING)

Pete.

(CRYING)

(LAUGHING)

Hi, Grandpa.
(GASPING)

♪♪ Can you hear the horses?

♪♪ 'Cause here they come

(INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE)

(DRAX LAUGHING)

♪♪ Run fast for your father

(ALL CHEERING)

♪♪ For your sisters
and brothers

♪♪ Leave all your love
and your longing behind

DRAX: Yes! Yes!

Yeah! Yeah!

♪♪ The dog days are over ♪♪

(HOWLING)
Yeah!

Yeah!

(ROARING)

(GIGGLING)

(WHOOPING)

(SONG ENDS)

(I WILL DARE BY
THE REPLACEMENTS PLAYING)

♪♪ How young are you?
How old am I?

♪♪ Let's count the rings
around my eye

♪♪ How smart are you?
How dumb am I?

♪♪ Don't count any of my advice

♪♪ Oh, meet me anyplace
or anywhere or anytime

♪♪ Now, I don't care
meet me tonight

♪♪ If you will dare
I might dare

♪♪ Call me on Thursday
if you will... ♪♪

(SONG CONTINUES FAINTLY)

ROCKET: Okay, how about
your favorite musical act?

Phyla, you first.

Um... Britney Spears and Korn.

Good choices.

I gotta go with the man.
Garth Brooks.

COSMO: The Carpenters do not
have a single bad song.

Adrian Belew.

Both solo and his work
with King Crimson.

What about you, Captain?

Uh, this one's
kind of special.

(SONG STOPS)

(COME AND GET YOUR LOVE
BY REDBONE PLAYING)

(SQUEALS)

(LAUGHING)

(ALL CRYING)

(DISTANT SCREECHING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

Guess they're here.

Well, I can handle this
by my lonesome

if y'all wanna chill.

Nah, nah.

It'll go faster
if we all do it together.

Groot, wake up.

(CREATURE SCREECHES)

♪♪ Nothin' the matter
With your head

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

♪♪ Baby, find it
Come on and find it ♪♪

(SCREECHING)

Do you ever feel
a little sad for them?

Yeah, sure.

But these townsfolk
can't protect themselves.

COSMO: On your word, Kapitan.

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ Come and get your love ♪♪

Word.

(SONG FADES BACK IN)

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ Hail
♪♪ Hail

♪♪ What's the matter
with you feel right

♪♪ Don't you feel right, baby

♪♪ Hail, oh yeah

♪♪ Get it from the main vine
All right

♪♪ I said-a find it, find it

♪♪ Go on and love it
If you like it, yeah

♪♪ Hail
♪♪ Hail

♪♪ It's your business
if you want some, take some

♪♪ Get it together, baby

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ Come and get your love
Come and get your love

♪♪ Come and get your love, now

♪♪ Come and get your love
Come and get your love

♪♪ Come and get your love, now

♪♪ La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, woohoo

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ La, na, na, na, na, na, da
da, da, boom

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ La, da boom, boom, boom,
boom ta, daba, boom, boom

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ La, la, la, la, la
la, la, la, la, woohoo

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ La, la, la, la, la
la, la, la, la, la

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ La, la, la, la, la
la, la, la, la, la

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ La, la, la, la, la
la, la, la, la, la

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ La, la, la, la, la
la, la, la, la, woohoo

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ La, la, la, la, la
la, la, la, la, la

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ La, la, la, la, la
la, la, la, la, la

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ La, da boom, boom, la, ta
da boom, la, da boom

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ La, da boom, boom, boom
ta, daba, boom

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ La, da boom
la, ta, da boom, boom, boom

♪♪ Come and get your love

♪♪ La, da boom, boom, boom
ta, daba, boom, la, da boom

♪♪ Come and get your love ♪♪

(SONG FADES)

(BADLANDS BY
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN PLAYING)

♪♪ Lights out tonight
trouble in the heartland

♪♪ Got a head-on collision
smashin' in my guts, man

♪♪ I'm caught in a crossfire
that I don't understand

♪♪ But there's one thing
I know for sure, girl

♪♪ I don't give a damn
for the same old
played-out scenes

♪♪ Baby, I don't give a damn
for just the in-betweens

♪♪ Honey, I want the heart

♪♪ I want the soul
I want control right now

♪♪ You better listen
to me, baby

♪♪ Talk about a dream
try to make it real

♪♪ You wake up in the night
with a fear so real

♪♪ You spend your life waiting
for a moment

♪♪ That just don't come

♪♪ Well, don't waste
your time waiting

♪♪ Badlands, you gotta
live it every day

♪♪ Let the broken hearts stand
as the price you've gotta pay

♪♪ We'll keep pushin'
till it's understood

♪♪ And these badlands
start treating us good

♪♪ Workin' in the fields
till you get your back burned

♪♪ Workin' 'neath the wheel
till y ou get your facts
learned

♪♪ Baby, I got my facts
learned real good right now

♪♪ You better get it
straight, darling

♪♪ Poor man wanna be rich
rich man wanna be king

♪♪ And a king ain't satisfied
till he rules everything

♪♪ I wanna go out tonight
I wanna find out what I got

♪♪ Well I believe in the love
that you gave me

♪♪ I believe in the faith
that could save me

♪♪ I believe in the hope
and I pray that some day

♪♪ It may raise me above these

♪♪ Badlands, you gotta
live it every day

♪♪ Let the broken hearts stand
as the price you've gotta pay

♪♪ We'll keep pushin'
till it's understood

♪♪ And these badlands
start treating us good

♪♪ Whoa whoa whoa whoa

(GUITAR SOLO)

(SAXOPHONE SOLO)

♪♪ Hmm, hm-hm-hm

♪♪ Hmm, hm-hm-hm-hm

♪♪ Hmm, hm-hm-hm

♪♪ Hmm, hm-hm-hm-hm

♪♪ For the ones
who had a notion
a notion deep inside

♪♪ That it ain't no sin
to be glad you're alive

♪♪ I wanna find one face
that ain't looking through me

♪♪ I wanna find one place

♪♪ I wanna spit
in the face of these

♪♪ Badlands, you gotta
live it every day

♪♪ Let the broken hearts stand
as the price you've gotta pay

♪♪ Keep movin'
Till it's understood

♪♪ And these badlands
start treating us good

♪♪ Whoa whoa whoa whoa

♪♪ Badlands, whoa whoa
whoa whoa

♪♪ Badlands, whoa whoa
whoa whoa

♪♪ Badlands, whoa whoa
whoa whoa

♪♪ Badlands, whoa whoa
whoa whoa ♪♪

I mean, if she needs help
mowing her lawn, I'll do it,

but I kinda feel like
her son should help.

He's gonna sit on the porch
and watch me do it.

Like, he's a 45-year-old man,

able-bodied,
and I'm mowing his lawn.

It just feels weird.
Mm-hmm.

Don't get me started.

PETER: Oh, really?
Mm-hmm.

Now I kind of want to know.

(PETER CRUNCHING)

(PETER CLEARS THROAT)

(SPOON CLACKING)
(PETER CRUNCHING)

(PETER SLURPS, CRUNCHING)

(SPOON CLACKING)
(PETER SLURPS, CRUNCHING)