All language subtitles for What If... S02E01 - What if... Nebula Joined the Nova Corps (Awafim.tv)

(SIREN BLARING)

NEBULA: Welcome to Xandar.

A place where everyone's luck
eventually runs out.

Even Yondu's.

Someone did this to him.

But the question is, who?

GARTHAN: Corpsman Nebula,
you can step away from the body.

The real cops are here.

Looks like a career criminal
got what was coming to him.

Works for me.

All right, boys, I want this scene
scrubbed and wrapped up in the hour.

Already cracked the case, huh?

I don't need Black Order trash
telling me how to do my job.

Former Black Order.

I earned my stars here, same as you.

Is there a problem, Corpsman?

This is Xandar.

All we got are problems.

I see.

Move it. I said within the hour.

THE WATCHER: 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?"

All quests for redemption
begin in darkness.

And Nebula's was no different.

In this universe,
Ronan the Accuser betrayed Thanos.

The Mad Titan's thirst for power
had met its match.

And in his fall, he took
Nebula's sister along with him.

NEBULA: ...sister along with him.

I was lost,
adrift in the ruins of my past.

Until someone saw the light in me.

With compassion and kindness,
Nova Prime gave me a way forward.

Take my hand.

NEBULA: I swore the Nova Corps oath.

ALL: Seek the light, be the light.

Never stray from its path.

NEBULA: Little did I know,
our darkest days still lay ahead,

when the man who destroyed my first home
came gunning for my new one.

- Go! Move it!
- Run! Run!

Ronan and his forces attacked,

bringing Xandar
to the verge of destruction.

Out of options,
Nova Prime made a desperate call.

Fire up the shield generator.

NEBULA: She locked down Xandar
behind an impenetrable planetary shield

designed to last for 50 years,

putting the planet out of his reach.

(WHIRRING)

Xandar was saved for the time being.

But at what cost?

Five years in, isolation has brought out
the worst in all of us.

Still, hope or no hope, I took an oath.

Garthan Saal and his lackeys

wasted their time
hunting for the killer's weapon,

when they really should have been looking

for the victim's.

Yondu and I had a past
and some memories to go with it.

Memories I could use.

(LAUGHS)

You and I, Nebby, we make quite the team.
(WHISTLES)

(LAUGHS)

You and I, Nebby, we make quite the team.

- (WHISTLES)
- (RATTLING)

(LAUGHS)

You and I, Nebby, we make quite the team.
(WHISTLES)

(LAUGHS)

You and I, Nebby, we make quite the team.

(WHISTLES)

(LAUGHS) You and I, Nebby, we make...

(BUZZING)

What?

(BEEPING)

Oh, Yondu. What did you get into?

So, no results?

ROBOTIC VOICE: Sorry, Officer.

There are no records of these schematics
in any archive on Xandar.

Not even on the shadow network?

Negative. Thank you for your enquiry.

Pleasure's all mine.

OFFICER: Riot in progress.

Send two more units
to the Xandarian mall, stat.

DISPATCHER: No can do.
Dealing with power failure

- on the south side.
- (PHONE RINGING)

Corpsman Nebula, I heard
you were at Yondu's crime scene.

I know you two had a past.

We did.

He had a checkered rep
but he was never a bad egg.

And neither were you.

You took a chance on me.
I'll never forget it.

I trusted you then
and I'm trusting you now.

Ma'am?

Switch to a secure line.

(ELECTRONIC WHIRRING)

Done.

Xandar's on the brink.

Yondu got himself caught up
with some dark forces on the rise,

and if I'm right,
Xandar only has until dawn.

I did find something at the crime scene.

I'm not sure what it is, but it seems
Yondu gave his life to protect it.

Those instincts are why
I gave you the stars, Nebula.

Follow them.

And use any means necessary.

Or I fear Xandar
won't see another sunrise.

Do you understand my orders, Corpsman?

I won't let you down.

You have a warrant?

(GRUNTS)

- (ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING)
- (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Yeah!

(GRUNTS) I am Groot.

No! (GROWLING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

Hey. Is the big man in?

High rollers' table, sis.

But fair warning,

he does not like to be bothered
when he's on a hot streak.

Hey, Howard.

- You.
- How's business?

The world's falling apart
and I'm running a casino.

Things are great.

And speaking of great... Waitress,

could you bring us some small bites
for the reflective woman over here?

Or do you just eat megabytes?

- (QUACKS)
- (WOMAN SCREAMS)

Aw, jeez. Are you ever
off the clock? (SIGHS)

All right, folks.
Big Daddy needs the room.

But, Howie, the hot streak.

- Mindy, come on.
- Okay, I'm sorry.

Yeah, you come back later.

So, if you have this arrow,

I'm guessing Yondu's finally turned
a paler shade of blue.

- He gave his life to protect this.
- (WHIRRING)

Now that is some serious glitz.

I ran these schematics

- through every archive on Xandar.
- (LAUGHS)

- Nothing could ID them.
- Oh!

You have a hand in every pot, Howard.

- Top shelf!
- What do you know?

Talk about secrets from the...
Nebby, this is some pretty great business.

- What is it?
- What is it?

- That's what I asked.
- You're the detective.

- That's why I'm asking you a question.
- How should I know?

Look at this thing.

What kind of absolute freak
would know what this is?

Oh, that's an old
city-wide mainframe core.

It's a unit B-42, I believe.

I didn't think
there were many of those left.

- How would you know that?
- I know all sorts of things.

- I'm more than just a pretty face.
- I repeat, what the hell?

Data core. What's in it?

Quite the hodgepodge, actually.

Sanitation department,
metadata, unpaid parking tickets,

rush hour statistics,
source code for the shield generator,

even an actual kitchen sink.

- Go back one.
- Unpaid parking tickets?

- No.
- Rush hour statistics?

- The other back one.
- Source code for the shield generator?

Bingo.

Looks like someone might be trying
to take down the planetary shield.

But why would anyone wanna do that?

Someone's making way for an invasion.

I need to get into that mainframe
and destroy those codes

- before they get out.
- Whoa, Nebby, you sure about all this?

Places like that,
not everyone who goes in comes out.

Which means that many of the people
who enter these premises

end up dead, forever.

Forever dead.

I'm on this case,
no matter where it takes me.

- (COMPUTER BEEPING)
- If I wanted to get inside that mainframe,

I'd need someone with a rep
for breaching high-end security.

Someone who'd infiltrated
Xandarian systems before.

(DIGITAL BEEP)

ROBOT: Inmate request?

X2357.

Do you understand
that entering a correctional facility

can be hazardous to your health?

- I do.
- Hey!

Do you waive all rights and liability

and understand
that anything that happens here

- is your own responsibility?
- Uh-huh.

I waive all the rights.

YON-ROGG: Corpsman Nebula.

Yon-Rogg.

Still rocking the same look, I see.

Oh.

Oh, you know me. No muss, no fuss.

No muss, no fuss indeed.
It's been a while.

I'm tight on time

and I need someone who knows their way
around Xandarian security.

- Aw, and you thought of me.
- I arrested you for it, didn't I?

But if you'd rather stay here,

- I'm open to other recommendations.
- (MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

(ROBOT WHIRRS)

Lead the way.

(THUDS)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Full facility alert.

Containment breach in cell block D.

- Repeat, containment breach.
- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

So, this was your plan?

Give me some credit.

(ALL CLAMORING)

(ELECTRIC ZAPPING)

(EXPLOSION)

(CLICKING BUTTON RAPIDLY)

Don't bother.
I already disabled the ejection seats.

(CHUCKLES) So, where are we heading?

Somewhere we're not invited.

- Wow. And I thought you took an oath.
- And this is what it takes to keep it.

Is that right? Can't say it looks
like that from where I'm sitting.

Oh, I don't need you to understand.

I just need you to live up
to your reputation.

That's our way in.

You do realize
I don't have any tools with me.

You know, I'm starting to think

you and I would have been
quite the team back in the day.

NEBULA: Hardly.

YON-ROGG: Whoo! 2,200 stories, huh?

That's a long way down.

I didn't break you out of jail
to point out the obvious.

Yeah, I'm just saying,
it doesn't need to take all night.

(GRUNTS) Why did you stop?

- (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
- YON-ROGG: Live wire.

Little early in the night
to fry your circuits, don't you think?

The data core's in there.

Come on, baby. Talk to me.

- Do you know how dumb that sounds?
- Shh.

There's nothing to listen for.
There are no gears in it.

No, I know. I was just shushing you.

- (ALARM BLARING)
- AUTOMATED VOICE: Core overheating.

Oh, was that your clever plan?

Give me some credit.

Well, I hope you like working underwater.

A Xandarian mainframe core.

Impressive.

No access ports, no disk drives,
no control panels.

You've done your part. Let me do mine.

And don't touch anything.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Omega-class
cybernetic organism detected.

You should follow your own advice.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Compatibility approved.

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

See? Told you.

NEBULA: Commence connection.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Connection sequence initialized.

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

Commence download.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Download complete.

Delete source files.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Source files deleted.

Logging-out sequence initiated.

YON-ROGG: Actually, I think I can put

- that source code to better use.
- (GIBBERS AND SCREAMS)

I have to say,
I didn't think this would be so easy.

- You've gone soft.
- (DISTORTED SCREAM)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Log-out sequence stalled.

System compromised.

System overheating.

System critical.

Oh, by the way, you don't have to worry
about Xandar anymore.

Ronan has big plans for it.

(EXPLOSION)

(GASPS)

You. It's you.

NOVA PRIME: I knew that blast
wouldn't kill her.

She always has been a survivor.

Yes. We'll fix that.

NEBULA: This was all a setup.

Giving me the Yondu case,
pointing me to the shield codes.

All so you could start an invasion.

You swore an oath to defend Xandar.

And look where it got us.

The world's falling apart.

People are at each other's throats.
We can't go on like this.

And sometimes,
there's just no shame in surrender.

No shame? And what else?

Well, of course, Ronan promised to keep me
in charge in exchange for my cooperation.

There was no way to access
the data core without a cyborg.

Then I remembered I recruited one.

You've been using me this whole time.

You're a machine. What did you expect?

Finish her, and make sure
you melt down the pieces when you're done.

Yes, ma'am.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(ALL GRUNTING)

- (GRUNTS)
- (SCREAMING)

All right, time to finish this.

(GRUNTING)

NOVA CORPS MILITANT:
Nothing can survive that.

What do you say, boss?

I'm calling it, boys.

Corpsman Nebula, end of watch.

RIOTERS: Down with Nova Corps.

Free Xandar.

- Down with Nova Corps.
- You've lost your way, Nova scum.

RIOTERS: There! Take that!

- Hey! Watch it!
- What's the matter with you?

- You got something to say?
- Down with Nova Corps. Free Xandar.

- Hey! Watch it!
- Down with Nova Corps...

- Rock, paper.
- Groot, Groot.

(GASPS) But it's uncuttable paper
'cause it's made of rock.

- (ALL GASP)
- Look.

Yeah, what's all the ruckus?

Oh, Nebula. Nebby, are you okay?

Golly gosh, I barely recognized her.

I'd say I told you so,

but your head's bashed in,
so you wouldn't remember.

(ALL GROANING) I'm fine.
I just need a drink.

And guns. And an arm.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

What's it take for a girl
to get a little service around here?

Jeez. I can hear your processors
clicking and whirring.

Yeah, the pile of rocks has a point,
Nebby. You're a wreck.

- We can't even pawn you for parts.
- (GROANING) I said I'm fine.

(ELECTRICAL CRACKLING)

- (KNOB CLUNKING)
- (ELECTRICAL BUZZING)

Oh, no. This is bad.

Those aren't supposed to pay out.

(ELECTRONIC WHIRRING)

Ah, there she is.
Welcome back to the land of the living.

There was a second there
where I was thinking,

- "What am I gonna sing at her funeral?"
- I'm fine.

Now, about those guns...

Guns? Nebula, even if I had,
say, heavy weaponry,

you know, military grade, sure to kill,
which I'm not saying I do,

breaking them out
would be bad for business.

Nova Prime's helping Ronan
launch an invasion.

How's that gonna help business?

- Business takes care of itself.
- The people of Xandar are going to suffer.

- They'll drink more.
- Nova Prime will take your liquor license.

No!

Rock, paper, scissors, strap up.

It's happy hour.

I am Groot.

- (WHIRRING)
- (WHISTLES)

Right. So we all look cool.

- (MECHANICAL WHIRRING)
- Sorry. I just have to ask.

Are we allowed to do this?

Seems a bit morally gray
with the guns and all.

We've swept the building.
It's just our team here now.

Then let's get this going.

I promised Ronan
we'd have the shield open by dawn.

(WHISTLING)

(WHISTLES)

- Show-off.
- It's called style. Get some.

Get some? I've got a bandanna.

Unbelievable.

(DIGITAL BEEPING)

(WHISTLES)

I am Groot!

Nebula.

Nova Prime. I'm here to end this.

You're too late.
The codes have been uploaded.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Shields opening.

NOVA PRIME: Ronan is entering
the atmosphere as we speak.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

You can't stop this,
but it's not too late to join me.

No, I think it is.

- (BEEPS)
- AUTOMATED VOICE: Shields closing.

What?

The shield,
it's taking the ships down with it.

(EXPLOSIONS)

The codes. You double-crossed me.

Triple-crossed, actually.

I saw Yon-Rogg's move a mile away.

So I put my little twist on the codes.

You know, machine to machine.

How did you know?

Seek the light, be the light.
Never stray from its path.

The moment you told me to solve this
by any means necessary,

I knew you'd broken our oath.

Still doesn't make it hurt any less.

It's over, Nova Prime. I'm taking you in.

All of you.

We'll see about that.

(GRUNTS)

(YELLS)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(WHISTLES)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(GASPS)

Oh, sorry. Uh. just one moment
of your time, please?

Aren't you a big deal baddie?

No. (LAUGHS)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

- Oh...
- (LAUGHS)

- He is.
- What?

Ow! I should have stretched
before I did that.

Throttle engines. Emergency takeoff.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(YELLS)

Take my hand.

Why couldn't you just join me?

I took an oath.

You ruined everything.

(SCREAMS)

THE WATCHER: Most quests for redemption
begin in darkness.

But with a little grit,
a little faith in yourself,

if you keep the path,
you can find your way to the light.

Well, well, well,
if it isn't the Super Nova.

You blew up our shield.

You blew up our space invaders.

Thanks to you, the planet's
actually getting its life back.

And your liquor license is safe.

(QUACKS) Not bad for a night's work.

I'll see you around, duck.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)