The following is a verbal transcript of Chapter 2 from Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy.
(Notes: Conversation subtitles are unofficial. They are provided in order to help visibility. Currently, tabber works as intended only on desktop skins.)
Busted[]
(Hala's Hope approaches the disabled Milano.)
Gamora: It's a patrol ship. Designation, Hala's Hope.
Star-Lord: Uh, did you say Hala's Hope?!
Rocket: Um [clears throat] there's uh... this thing... I gotta do. I'll be right back. (Leaves.)
Gamora: We need to get rid of that animal. Now.
Star-Lord: Eh... (Turns to look at the space llama.)
Gamora: I'm serious, Peter. If it stays on the ship we all go to prison.
Star-Lord: No one's going to jail. It's a... harmless... space llama thingy.
Gamora: Harmless? Remember Inaku B?
Star-Lord: Not really, no--
Gamora: That's because they scorched the planet because an idiot smuggled in an Exolon.
Drax: (Stands.) I will eject the beast into space--
Star-Lord: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! We're not ejecting anything. It will make us look guilty.
Gamora: It could be carrying Zefron's disease--
Star-Lord: Which is why Drax is gonna hide it in the secret cargo compartment behind Groot's plants--
(Ko-Rel appears on the viewscreen.)
Ko-Rel: Peter. Jason. Quill.
Star-Lord: (To himself.) Really? My middle name? (To Ko-Rel.) Hey, Ko-Rel... How you doing? How long's it been? Two, three years? You look good. You been tanning?
Ko-Rel: This is a new low, Peter. Even for you.
(Rocket returns.)
Star-Lord: Ko-Rel, I swear! It's not what it looks like--
Ko-Rel: That you're a junker trespassing in the most restricted area of space? Who consorts with thieves... and murderers, apparently.
Rocket: Hey! Killing people for money ain't murder, lady.
- Double down
- Lie
- (...)
Star-Lord: Come on, Ko-Rel. You know me. We've been to hell and back. Sure, I've done some shady stuff since the War. Like, really shady stuff-- But junking?
Ko-Rel: I just caught you pink-handed leaving the Quarantine Zone--
Star-Lord: Technically, yes. But we weren't scavenging.
Ko-Rel: Right.
Star-Lord: [chuckles] Funny story, actually. The nav crapped out and routed us through the Quarantine Zone--
Ko-Rel: Your navigation malfunctioned.
Star-Lord: What can I say? As soon as we noticed the error we plotted a course out and that's when you showed up.
Ko-Rel: Right.
Gamora: Nice to see you too, Ko-Rel.
Ko-Rel: Right.
(Drax returns carrying a crate of tech labelled 'you touch you die'.)
Drax: Peter Quill. I found these items in the... space that you told me about. There was not enough room for both... the other thing and these.
Ko-Rel: Peter Quill of planet C-53, under galactic law Z-X-P dash four-seven, I am putting you and your crew under arrest--
Star-Lord: Actually, can I call you back?
Ko-Rel: Wha-- (Peter hangs up.)
Star-Lord: Please tell me that is not a crate of super illegal tech.
Rocket: It is a crate of super illegal tech. Which also happens to be very valuable.
Star-Lord: Really?!
Rocket: What? We're on a Ravager ship. Even the flarking bulk-heads are stolen.
Gamora: Well we can't fit both in the compartment.
Drax: I will eject the crate into space.
Rocket: Eject the crate and I melt your face! The Milano's weapon systems are four generations behind, Quill! We need that tech more than we need some stupid farm animal.
Gamora: That farm animal could be a class three biohazard. You want to end up in the Kyln?
- Hide the creature
- Hide the tech
- (...)
Star-Lord: Hide the llama.
Rocket: What?! And what about my stuff?!
Star-Lord: Rocket, I know Ko-Rel. I'm pretty sure I can get her to go easy on us about the tech. But a potential biohazard? Man, I'm good. But I'm not that good.
Rocket: You slept with a cop?!
Star-Lord: She wasn't a cop at the time. The point is, we were close. You just have to trust me.
Groot: I am Groot!
(Ship shakes.)
Star-Lord: And that would be her boarding party.
Star-Lord: Hide Rocket's crate.
Gamora: Peter! You're willing to gamble on a... space llama thingy?
Star-Lord: I'll convince Ko-Rel the llama's harmless. She knows me--
Gamora: And I know Ko-Rel.
Star-Lord: Not like I did.
Rocket: You slept with a cop?!
Star-Lord: She wasn't a cop back then. The point is, I can get us out of this, guys. You just gotta trust me.
Groot: I am Groot?
(Ship shakes.)
Star-Lord: And that would be her boarding party.
Groot: I am Groot!
(Ship shakes.)
Gamora: The airlock?
Star-Lord: I really shouldn't have hung up on her...
Drax: What about the crate?
Star-Lord: Leave it. I'll handle this. Ko-Rel and I have... history together.
Rocket: You slept with a cop?!
Star-Lord: She wasn't a cop at the time. The point is, I will get us out of this. Trust me.
(The Guardians are taken to Hala's Hope.)
- Inside Hala's Hope
Corpsman: The commander has no time to meet with lawbreaking pirates like you.
Star-Lord: That's just it! We're not pirates! We're legally incorporated heroes-for-hire.
Rocket: Yeah, that's right. You check those records, bucket-head. Nova Corps licensing permit 67398-2.
Corpsman: Gardeners of the Galaxy?
Star-Lord: What?! No! Rocket!
Rocket: So I let Groot fill out the paperwork. I fixed it with an addendum.
Corpsman: "Not the most well-known heroes you could hire, but definitely in the top five of most awesome names...?"
"Contributing members."
"Groot. A Flora colossus. Last of his kind. Fearless in a firefight and awesome best friend..."
"Rocket. Bona fide super genius and a wizard with explosives. Definitely not a raccoon."
"Gamora. Adopted daughter of Thanos. Deadliest woman in the galaxy. Need we say more?"
"Drax the Destroyer. Convicted serial murderer and Galactic war hero. Often grumpy."
"Last and definitely least, Peter Jason Quill."
Star-Lord: ...That's it? That's all you wrote?
Rocket: There was a character limitation.
Star-Lord: [sighs]
Nikki: (Arrives.) Sorry. Excuse me. I just need to--
Corpsman: Cadet Gold? What are you doing here?
Nikki: Oh you don't know? Really? Says right here. Prisoner Processing Training. I'm your official trainee.
Star-Lord: [stifled laugh] Aren't you a little young for the Corps?
Nikki: Aren't you a little old for that hairdo?
Rocket: [giggles]
Corpsman: I should check with the Captain.
Nikki: No! No, no, no, no! She definitely signed off on this. You know how thorough she is about... signing stuff. If I may, sir, the real concern here is Regulation 7A regarding prisoner foot gear. That one's jet boots are in clear violation.
Star-Lord: They're decorative. (Has his jet boots disabled.)
Corpsman: Good work, Cadet Gold.
Rocket: Great. There goes Plan B.
Star-Lord: We don't need a Plan B. I got this.
Nikki: No, you do not "got this", pirate. I got this. Now fall in line.
Follow Cadet Gold[]
Corpsman: Time to go, prisoners.
Star-Lord: (Gets pushed.) Hey! Watch the jacket.
Corpsman: Cadet Gold. You know the arrest protocols?
Nikki: All memorized, sir. First thing we do--
Rocket: First thing you do is apologize. We're legitimate business-like folk on legitimate-like business!
Drax: We were not hunting an illegal creature in illegal space. Illegally.
Rocket: Stop helping.
Drax: I said we were not.
- Challenge Nova Corps
- Fall in line
- (...)
Star-Lord: There's so much wrong with this arrest. A, No way a kid should be here--
Nikki: I'm an official trainee!
Star-Lord: --and B, I'm very, very close friends with the captain.
Corpsman: Uh huh.
Star-Lord: Everyone just do what they say. When I see Ko-Rel, I'll explain--
Nikki: The captain isn't going to see you! According to protocol, you're to be taken straight to the brig.
Rocket: Yeah, plan's going real good, Quill.
Nikki: We can use what they say against them, right?
Corpsman: Absolutely.
Gamora: Guys, please stop talking.
Corpsman: Hold it right here. Is there a problem?
Raker: Yes! No faith energy, no power. No power, no containment. A single spark--
Corpsman: The techs are looking at it. They say--
Raker: They cannot even fathom! How can they fix what they cannot understand?!
Corpsman: Put the Grand Unifier's mind at ease. Run the scanners again!
Rocket: What the flark is a Grand Uni-flyer?
Nikki: Grand Unifier Raker,
Corpsman: (in the background) Satisfied, Grand Unifier?
Nikki: Leader of the Church of...
Raker: (in the background) Scanners cannot fathom. None of you can fathom.
Nikki: Universal something.
Raker: (in the background) They don't know what they're doing.
Nikki: He was floating dead in the Quarantine Zone.
Corpsman: (in the background) Scanner readings are clean, sir.
Nikki: Looking for "god" apparently.
Corpsman: Alright, pirates, let's go!
Nikki: We caught him just like we caught you.
Star-Lord: Difference is I know the captain. As I was saying, if you just tell the captain that I--
Raker: (in the background) You know nothing of your own technology, how can you even begin to fathom mine?
Nikki: Mom explicitly said she doesn't want to see you.
Rocket: Yeah, Quill.
Gamora: Wait. Did she just say mom?
- Clarify the "mom" thing
- Cast doubt
- (...)
Raker: (off-screen) No! You mustn't touch that!
(Raker's ship explodes and sends Nikki over the railing.)
Nikki: [screams]
Raker: (off-screen) My ship!
Corpsman: (off-screen) Don't move!
Star-Lord: Oh scut!
Corpsman: (off-screen) Cadet Gold!
Nikki: (Falls, hitting a ship on the way down.) [pained grunts]
Star-Lord: Hold on! (Jumps over the railing.)
Rocket: Quill!
Star-Lord: [heroic cry] (Lands on ship.) Oof! [hard landing]
Gamora: Peter!?
Rocket: Hold onto something, Quill!
Star-Lord: No! No! No! No! No! No! No! (Catches himself using his handcuffs.) Hey, kiddo! You there? Nova girl?
Nikki: [coughs] Yeah. Yeah! I think so. Let me just see if I can-- (Platform starts to collapse under her.)
Star-Lord: Hold on. [struggles] I'll come to you! Wish I... [grunts] ...had my... [grunts]
Nikki: You sure?
Star-Lord: ...jet-boots! (Lands next to Nikki.) Ugh! [panting, nervous chuckle] Cadet Gold, was it?
Nikki: Nikki.
Star-Lord: It's nice to meet you Nikki-- (Platform under them breaks.) Whoa! Okay, Nikki, here's the plan. You're gonna jump and grab my legs while I hold on for dear life.
Nikki: That doesn't sound like--
Star-Lord: Trust me, kiddo. We got this. (Nikki climbs over him.) [grunts] See... [grunts] This isn't weird at all... Ow. [grunts] Doing great!
Nikki: Okay, that was kinda amazing!
Star-Lord: [relieved laugh] Whoa! (Slips, but Nikki catches him.) Thanks.
Nikki: Mom wouldn't be impressed if I lost my first prisoner.
Star-Lord: Your mom. Right.
Nikki: Come on. We need to get out of here.
Work with Nikki to reach safety[]
Nikki: There's a blast door around the corner. We'll be safe there. Here, help me with this.
- Delay
Nikki:
(Delay 1.) Would it help if I said please?
(Delay 2.) I can't do this by myself.
- Push obstacle
Nikki: Ready?
Star-Lord: Together on three, two, one... [strain]
Nikki: [strain]
Star-Lord: Go! Go! [grunt] Okay.
Nikki: We need to keep moving. This way.
Star-Lord: Cadet Nikki, just stay close.
(Idle banter.)
- Gratitude
Nikki: Thanks for jumping after me, by the way.
Star-Lord: Don't mention it.
Nikki: Cool. So... can we maybe focus on getting out of here now?
- Unsafe
Nikki: So... um... I'm thinking we need to get out of here.
Star-Lord: Right. Probably not the safest part of the ship right now.
- Cavalry
Star-Lord: Any chance the blue and gold's cavalry's on the way?
Nikki: Pretty sure we're on our own, for now.
- Everyone else
Star-Lord: You think, uh, you think everyone else is okay?
Nikki: I really hope so.
- Onwards
Nikki: Whoa. I knew there was something wrong about that church ship. Who goes fishing for god in a junkyard?
Star-Lord: Oh, man. This is bad. I just hope the others are okay.
- Passkey
Nikki: Blast doors kick in during emergencies. Pretty sure I can override them with my passkey.
Star-Lord: They give out override keys to trainees?
Nikki: Not exactly.
- Blast door 1
Nikki: Just, give me a sec. Come on, come on!
- Remove handcuffs
- Activate jet-boots
- (...)
Star-Lord: You know, I could probably help with the door if we undid these cuffs.
Nikki: Regulation 3-B: Never undo restraints.
Star-Lord: Come on, you clearly need my help.
Nikki: No! You're my prisoner. And I got this.
Star-Lord: [scoffs] Obviously.
Nikki: Argh. Okay, we're gonna have to find another way.
Star-Lord: You know, I could probably help more if my jet-boots worked.
Nikki: Regulation 3-C: Never reactivate footgear.
Star-Lord: Come on, if I can fly up to--
Nikki: No! You're my prisoner. And I got this.
Star-Lord: Obviously.
Nikki: Argh. Okay, we're gonna have to find another way.
- Senior
Star-Lord: We sure there isn't a way through here?
Nikki: I'm in charge here. As senior officer, I--
Star-Lord: Senior? Don't you mean, only?
Nikki: Same thing.
- Fire
(Peter runs into fire.)
Star-Lord: [screams] Hot! Hot! That is really hot!
Nikki: Yeah! It's fire.
(Idle banter.)
- Explosion
Star-Lord: The explosion really messed this place up, huh.
Nikki: Tell me about it.
- Help
Star-Lord: Can't you, like, call up for help or something?
Nikki: Can we talk about this later? When we're not in danger of getting burned?
- Boots
Star-Lord: You know I could fly us both out of here if you just--
Nikki: I'm not reactivating your boots.
- Getting out
Nikki: We really need to get out of here.
Star-Lord: Yeah, I'm not arguing.
- Onwards
(Platform above collapses.)
Star-Lord: Whoa!
Nikki: [yelps]
Star-Lord: [chuckles] You okay?
Nikki: Yeah, I'm fine. You?
Star-Lord: Oh dandy.
Nikki: Okay, this way.
Star-Lord: Shouldn't we be going up? Back toward the others?
- Blast door 2
Nikki: There's another blast door down here.
Star-Lord: Thought we established your special key thing doesn't work.
Nikki: It'll work.
- Unstable platform
(Platform behind Nikki collapses.)
Star-Lord: What the--Argh! Are you kidding me?
Nikki: Relax, you're fine-ish...
Star-Lord: I mention how useful my jet-boots would be right now?
- Opening door
Nikki: Okay, I can do this.
Star-Lord: Not to rush you or anything.
- Distraction
(Peter jumps around.)
Nikki: Can you please stop squirming! I'm trying to focus.
Star-Lord: Okay, okay!
- Door open
Nikki: Almost... there. (Opens door.) Yes! Got it! Through here!
- Safety
Star-Lord: Woo! Nice work.
Nikki: Thanks. You didn't do too bad yourself, pirate.
Star-Lord: Call me Star-Lord. Or Peter. Or, you know, Nova Cadet butt saver.
Nikki: OK... Peter.
- Good news, bad news
Nikki: So, listen... I have some good news and some bad news about your friends. Did you hear me? I said I have news about your friends.
- Good news
- Bad news
- (...)
Star-Lord: Give me the good news.
Nikki: They're all fine. I mean, they all have life signs.
Star-Lord: So what's the bad news?
Nikki: They've been processed and put in the brig. In case you thought the explosion would give them a chance to escape or something.
Star-Lord: Hey, we're innocent, remember? No need to escape when you're innocent.
Star-Lord: Uh, start with the bad, I guess.
Nikki: Your friends have been processed and put in the brig.
Star-Lord: So what's the good news?
Nikki: They're not dead. One of them actually seems really active.
Star-Lord: That's probably Rocket. Prison cells make him jumpy.
(Idle banter.)
- Haircut
Nikki: Are you familiar with Regulation 15-B? The one about mandatory prisoner haircuts? [buzzes]
Star-Lord: [chuckles] Pretty sure that's not a real thing... right?
- Claustrophobia
Star-Lord: So, listen, I got this medical thing. Feeling confined in tight spaces makes me... real uncomfortable.
Nikki: Should have thought of that before you broke the law.
Star-Lord: Yeah or before I jumped after you.
- Passkey
Star-Lord: This override key you keep using...
Nikki: What about it?
Star-Lord: Just trying to get my head around how a cadet has access to something like that.
Nikki: I guess I must be super advanced in my... officer training... program.
- Passageways
Star-Lord: So what are these, like, maintenance tunnels or something?
Nikki: I prefer to think of them as secret passageways. This part of the ship doesn't get much traffic. It's sort of my playground, I guess.
- Regulations
Nikki: Regulation 8-Y, "Keep up with your arresting officer at all times, even though she may just be a trainee."
Star-Lord: Okay, you're just making stuff up now.
Nikki: Regulation 5-K, "Your arresting officer in training is super cool and you need to listen to her."
- Hala's Hope
Star-Lord: Are you sure you know where you're going?
Nikki: Of course I know where I'm going. The Hala's Hope is my ship.
Star-Lord: I mean, it's not your ship.
Nikki: Maybe not technically. But I know it better than anyone.
- Allergies
Star-Lord: I ever mention that I'm allergic to handcuffs?
Nikki: More like allergic to authority. I'd get that checked out if I were you.
- Anger
Star-Lord: You know, on the bright side, I'm thinking Ko-Rel's going to be really angry at this church guy.
Nikki: How is mom being angry at Grand Unifier Raker "the bright side?"
Star-Lord: Means she won't be as angry at me. All of her anger molecules will be directed at him.
Nikki: She's capable of being angry at more than one person at a time. Trust me.
- Explosion
Star-Lord: So, what did you make of the explosion back there?
Nikki: I saw as much as you did. Some weird malfunction with the Grand Unifier's ship. I guess they should've listened to him.
- Parasite thing
Nikki: You're in luck, by the way. The brig got disinfected recently. After that whole, you know, parasite thing.
Star-Lord: You're messing with me. Right?
Nikki: Thought it didn't matter. Since you "know the captain."
Star-Lord: That's right. And I'm also pretty sure you're messing with me.
- Owing a favor
Star-Lord: So... we're agreed that you owe me one, right?
Nikki: Ugh, no. By my count I've saved you at least as much as you saved me. Plus I'm literally the one saving us right now.
Star-Lord: More like getting us lost.
- Backtracking
Nikki:
(Backtrack 1.) Where do you think you're going? → Star-Lord: Just making sure this place is safe and secure. From the... you know, fire.
(Backtrack 2.) I'm still in charge here, you know. → Star-Lord: Of course, you are.
(Backtrack 3.) Quick reminder that only one of us knows the way out. → Star-Lord: Could have fooled me.
(Backtrack 4.) Get back here, pirate! → Star-Lord: Wow, wow okay. Could of sworn I heard Ko-Rel there for a second...
(Backtrack 5.) Any day now? → Star-Lord: Right, right. Just, taking it all in.
(Backtrack 6.) Could you please try to keep up? → Star-Lord: Hey, you try walking around in cuffs.
(Backtrack 7.) Regulation 2-B: Prisoners must stay close at all times! → Star-Lord: Really got them all memorized don't ya.
(Backtrack 8.) We really should keep moving. → Star-Lord: Yes, ma'am.
(Backtrack 9.) Ugh. Are you kidding me?
(Backtrack 10.) Please try to keep up.
(Backtrack 11.) Seriously?
- Onwards
Nikki: Come on. We'll be safe through here. Flark. Pipes must've burst.
- Calling for help
Star-Lord: Should we try using that thingamajig of yours to call someone?
Nikki: We don't need help. I know what I'm doing. Now help me block this fire so we can get through.
Star-Lord: Sure. Just that everyone must be worried. Captain's kid goes missing--
Nikki: Captain's kid is still a Corpsman. Now are you gonna help me or not?
Star-Lord: Yes, ma'am.
- Worrying
Star-Lord: (Pushes box.) Easy does it...
Nikki: There, see? You don't need to worry about me. Enough people around here do that already.
- Encourage her
- Take control
- (...)
Star-Lord: For what it's worth, I think you're doing great. As good an arresting officer as I've ever had.
Nikki: How many have you had?
Star-Lord: Not that many.
Star-Lord: Look, as the adult in the room--
Nikki: [laughs] "Adult" isn't exactly how my mom described you.
Star-Lord: How did Ko-Rel describe me?
Nikki: Liar. Juvenile. Junker. Pirate. Lying juvenile junker pirate.
Star-Lord: Okay, a lot of those are the same.
- Detour 1
(Peter goes through side passage.)
- Encouraged her
- Did not encourage
Nikki: Are you seriously trying to sneak away on me right now? You literally just said I was "doing great!"
Star-Lord: You are doing great. Top five best arresting officers I've ever had.
Nikki: Cool. So can you please just show me the same respect as you would any other arresting officer.
Star-Lord: That's actually exactly what I'm doing.
Nikki: Uh... what do you think you're doing? You are in violation of so many regulations right now!
Star-Lord: What are you gonna do, tell your mom on me?
Nikki: Yes!
Star-Lord: Okay, yeah... I'd actually prefer if that didn't happen.
- Detour 2
Nikki: Unbelievable.
Star-Lord: Yeah, I get that a lot.
- Robots
Nikki: Heads up, Itz. We got company.
Star-Lord: Is that a robot wearing makeup?
Nikki: What? Oh, yeah. That's just Itz. I, um, know all the bots down here. They're kinda my friends, I guess. I reprogrammed most of them.
Star-Lord: And gave them faces.
Nikki: Maybe...
Star-Lord: No, I mean, it's cool. Gives them personality. Very cool.
Nikki: Come on, this way.
- Detour
(Peter goes through another side passage.)
Nikki: Okay. Wow. Just blatantly gonna ignore me and go... crawling into a dead end.
Star-Lord: For your information, there's an escape hatch back here I could totally use to run away. But out of respect for your authority I'm gonna, you know, ignore it and follow your lead.
Nikki: Uh-huh. Right.
- Mom 1
Star-Lord: Does your mom know you play down here?
Nikki: Probably not. But what else am I gonna do? Not like there's any other kids on board.
Star-Lord: You know, I didn't have a lot of friends at your age either. Granted, I was in prison, but still--
Nikki: So mom was right about you.
Star-Lord: It was a Chitauri prison. I was just a kid.
Nikki: I have so many questions. Were your parents in prison too?
Star-Lord: No. My mom... um... died. I didn't know my dad.
- Push obstacle
Nikki: Here. Help me get this out of the way. Ready?
Star-Lord: Okay [straining] You'd think this would get [struggling] easier...
- Mom 2
Nikki: How do you know my mom, exactly?
Star-Lord: Uh, we fought together on Mercury during the War. She was -- is -- a real spitfire.
Nikki: More like real controlling. And bossy. And judgmental... "You're just a kid, Nikki. You don't know what's good for you, Nikki. Stay out of the escape pods, Nikki." [scoffs]
- Empathize with Nikki
- Tell her to grow up
- (...)
Star-Lord: [chuckles] I kinda know what you mean.
Nikki: You do?
Star-Lord: "This is a new low, Peter. Even for you, Peter. It's restricted space, Peter."
Nikki: [laughs] Yep, that's her.
Star-Lord: Pretty sure all kids get annoyed with their moms. But, as you get older, you realize they're right more often than not.
Nikki: Ugh. Whatever.
- Getting closer
Nikki: Okay, almost there.
Star-Lord: Almost where?
Nikki: You'll see.
- Dead end
(Peter walks to dead end.)
Nikki: It's a dead end, trust me.
Star-Lord: Of course I trust you.
Nikki: Clearly.
- Jocasta
Star-Lord: (Looks at robot.) This another one of your bots?
Nikki: Her name's Jocasta. She keeps an eye out for stuff. Invaders, trespassers, prisoners who keep wandering off.
- Graffiti
Star-Lord: (Looks at 'danger' graffiti.) Are you sure this is the quickest way to the brig?
Nikki: I thought you didn't want to go to the brig?
Star-Lord: Okay...
Nikki: Just trust me. I wanna show you something.
- Entering hideout
Star-Lord: If this is an attempt to escape your mom's ship, I really need to know. Because I may or may not be super interested. Just, really need to make sure it doesn't look like a kidnapping.
Nikki: What?! No! No, no. Just... Just promise you won't tell anyone about this place.
Star-Lord: Okay...
- Hideout
(Peter and Nikki enter the hideout.)
Star-Lord: Oh wow!
Nikki: Don't laugh.
Star-Lord: No, no. This is cool. It's like your secret hideout, right? I definitely prefer this to the brig.
Nikki: We're not staying. I just need to check on Ultimo. His gyros have been all screwy.
Star-Lord: Take your time.
- Broken Translation Device
Star-Lord: (Picks up.) A universal translator. Wonder if it speaks Groot?
(Idle banter.)
- Gray area
Star-Lord: What do all your Nova regulations say about secret hideouts?
Nikki: It's a... gray area.
Star-Lord: Right. And reprogramming robots?
Nikki: Also a gray area.
- Career options
Nikki: Out of curiosity, what's the market like for... talented gearheads with Nova training experience?
Star-Lord: Are you applying for a job?
Nikki: Just weighing my career options, in case mom ever grounds me for life.
- An honor
Nikki: For the record, you're the first prisoner who's ever been down here. Also the first person.
Star-Lord: Seriously? Wow. Um... I'm honored.
Nikki: Yeah, well. It was on the way. And, um, Ultimo needed checking. And you seem... cool, I guess.
- Snitching
Nikki: Just to be sure, you won't tell anyone about this place, right?
Star-Lord: I've been accused of a lot of things, but snitching isn't one of them. Actually, that's not true. Snitching is totally one of them.
Nikki: What?
Star-Lord: Extraordinary circumstances.
- Escape
Star-Lord: You know, this place kinda reminds me of my room as a kid. Somewhere to escape to.
Nikki: My actual room is right next to mom's room. It sucks.
Star-Lord: Yeah, I can see that sucking.
- Ultimo
Nikki: Ultimo's kind of my baby. First robot I ever worked on. I guess that's maybe why he keeps breaking...
- Unhealthy interests
Nikki: So, mom says I've taken an "unhealthy interest" in Galactic War history. I keep telling her it's that or boys.
Star-Lord: [chuckles] Yeah, I'm thinking she prefers the war history?
Nikki: Yep.
- War
Star-Lord: (Looks at drawing.) Is this your mom? Single-handedly winning the war?
Nikki: Obviously I know she didn't do it by herself.
Star-Lord: No. That final push... it was a massive team effort.
Nikki: Were you there?
Star-Lord: Uh, I contributed to the war effort... differently.
Nikki: Pirating?
Star-Lord: Raiding. Which is, you know, the good kind of pirating.
- Mercury
Star-Lord: (Looks at drawing.) Hey! This is Mercury, right?
Nikki: Ah-huh. It's supposed to represent this big battle mom was part of. You said you were there, right?
Star-Lord: Oh yeah. Your mom was dead in the water until me and the Ravagers showed up. You should really fix this.
Nikki: You... want me to draw you in?
Star-Lord: In the interest of historical accuracy.
- Kree-lar
Star-Lord: (Looks at drawing.) Is this... Kree-Lar?
Nikki: Uh, yeah. Long time ago. Kid stuff. I could do it way better now.
Star-Lord: No, no, it's good. Morbid, but good.
- Rocket
Star-Lord: (Looks at robot.) Something tells me you and Rocket would get along. Or... really, really not get along. One of those two.
Nikki: The raccoon thing? Yeah, he seemed real charming.
Star-Lord: I just mean he's also really into all this tech stuff.
- Talk to Nikki
(Talk 1.) Star-Lord: Need a hand? → Nikki: No... But thanks. I'm almost done.
(Talk 2.) Nikki: Almost finished.
- Peek
(Peter peeks into Nikki's room.)
Nikki: Hey! Secret stuff. Off limits.
Star-Lord: No adults. I get it.
- Overreaction
Nikki: Anyway, I'm all done here. We should probably get back. Before mom completely freaks.
Star-Lord: Yeah, I've seen your mom overreact before.
Nikki: It's like, I'm not a kid anymore, you know?
Star-Lord: Tell me about it.
- Crawling
Star-Lord: More crawling. Yay.
- Never saw anything
Nikki: So... you get where I'm coming from, right? Like, if you do end up talking to my mom... subject of me happens to come up... Because, the truth is, I wasn't exactly supposed to...
- Put in good word
- Saw nothing
- (...)
Star-Lord: Say no more. I'll make sure Ko-Rel knows what a good job you did.
Nikki: No! I mean, thanks. But ideally, mom never needs to know I was in the hangar at all...
Star-Lord: So I... never saw you?
Nikki: Exactly. Never saw me. Never saw my passkey. You may have heard of Nikki Gold and how cool she is. But that's it.
Star-Lord: You don't want her to know about your secret hideout. I get it.
Nikki: Uh, yes. And also everything else.
Star-Lord: Everything else, like...
Nikki: Like me having a passkey that overrides parts of the ship. The whole "official trainee" thing. Um, me being anywhere near the hangar bay. You know, just "me" in general. You never saw me.
- Door
Nikki: Almost at the elevator! We're home free. Argh! Almost... there. Just, give me a sec.
Star-Lord: Need a hand?
Nikki: Yes! Got it!
(Door opens, revealing Ko-Rel and centurions on the other side.)
Reaching Ko-Rel[]
Ko-Rel: [exhales] Nikki.
Nikki: I'm fine, mom. Seriously, A-okay. Barely a scratch.
Ko-Rel: What in Hala's name were you thinking?! Sneaking out with an arresting squad? Running around with criminals?
Star-Lord: Alleged criminals.
Ko-Rel: You almost died! Do you have any idea how grounded you are right now?
Nikki: Mom! You promised to give me more leeway.
Ko-Rel: Leeway doesn't mean lying to my officers. Or sneaking around behind my back!
Nikki: Like it's my fault some guy's ship blew up?
Ko-Rel: Restricted areas are restricted for a reason!
Nikki: You treat me like a prisoner!
Ko-Rel: You're a child! Are you even listening?
Star-Lord: Whoa, whoa! We've all been through a lot today, let's just all take a deep breath... and recognize that maybe we've all made some mistakes.
Ko-Rel: (To centurion.) Make sure the fire is out and the hangar is secure.
Centurion: Yes, commander.
Ko-Rel: And find out why that churchman's shuttle exploded.
Centurion: Grand Unifier Raker has been less than cooperative.
Ko-Rel: Make him cooperate. (To Peter and Nikki.) And you two, with me.
- Elevator talk
(Peter, Nikki and Ko-Rel enter an elevator.)
Nikki: I knew you'd overreact. You always overreact. Even Peter was saying so--
Ko-Rel: Oh he was, was he? I suspect Peter misspoke. Something he often tends to do. So I suggest you worry less about what he said and more about what I'm saying now. What you did was extremely dangerous. Do you even get that?
- Back-pedal
- Stick up for Nikki
- (...)
Star-Lord: For the record, I didn't mean "overreact", like, in a bad way. I meant like celebrating what a moral person of conviction you are.
Nikki: That is not what you said!
Ko-Rel: I don't care what he said!
Star-Lord: For what it's worth, Nikki totally saved my butt. She handled herself really well. You have every reason to be proud of her.
Ko-Rel: Coming from you, Peter? It's worth extraordinarily little.
Nikki: Why are you being mean to him? Just listen to what he's saying.
Ko-Rel: I don't care what he's saying!
Nikki: It wasn't that dangerous.
Ko-Rel: Yes, it was!
Comm 1: Upper level. Captains Quarters.
Ko-Rel: Finally. Initiate lock-down.
Comm 1: Lockdown initiated.
Nikki: [scoffs] What, are you going to kill us?
Ko-Rel: In theory, these doors don't open until I say so.
Nikki: Yeah, I know how lock-down works.
Ko-Rel: I don't think you do! Because somehow you keep bypassing every security measure on this ship. And I want to know how. Or you can just show me.
Nikki: Mom. [scoff] I seriously have no idea what you're talking about. Isn't this, like against Galactic Law, or something?
- Back up Ko-Rel
- Make a joke
- Re-activate elevator
- (...)
Star-Lord: I think your mom might be onto you.
Nikki: I don't know what you're talking about.
Ko-Rel: Onto you about what?
Nikki: I don't know! I'm stuck in an elevator with crazy people!
Star-Lord: You know, this reminds me of the last time I was stuck in an elevator. I was with this Shi'ar girl and she--
Nikki: Ew.
Ko-Rel: What is wrong with you?
Star-Lord: She was a lovely person!
Nikki: Someone please get me out of here.
Star-Lord: Initiate not lock-down... All good for systems go... Activate?
Comm 1: Voice print not authorized.
Star-Lord: Just trying to help.
Ko-Rel: We don't need your help. You're the last person we need help from.
Nikki: You clearly need some form of help if you're trapping us in an elevator.
Ko-Rel: No one leaves until you tell me what I want to know.
Nikki: You already know everything!
Ko-Rel: No, I don't! I know you're a magnet for danger. And that you somehow keep getting caught in restricted areas of the ship.
Nikki: I'm small, okay? I fit into places.
Ko-Rel: Being small doesn't get you past security. Or through the hangar bay checkpoint. Or the maintenance tunnel blast doors. Or even into the sub-level I just found you in!
- Side with Ko-Rel
- Try to help Nikki
- (...)
Star-Lord: Your mom deserves to know what happened. An exploding ship is a very serious thing.
Nikki: I didn't blow up a ship!
Star-Lord: Okay, clearly not what I meant.
Ko-Rel: How was my twelve-year-old daughter anywhere in the vicinity of that ship?
Star-Lord: There was that system-wide glitch, remember?
Nikki: Yeah... yeah! Security was down for a while--
Ko-Rel: No, it wasn't.
Star-Lord: Seemed pretty down to me.
Ko-Rel: Are you seriously lying for a twelve-year-old right now?
Star-Lord: Twelve? Oh, wow. I thought she was at least sixteen.
Ko-Rel: Peter!
Star-Lord: What!? She really knew her stuff. She's a smart kid.
Ko-Rel: Too smart. She keeps bypassing security. Unless you have a Level 6 access to my ship all of a sudden? Didn't think so. Nicholette Gold. Empty your pockets.
Nikki: No. You empty your pockets.
Ko-Rel: Nikki...
Nikki: What?
Ko-Rel: I know you're hiding something.
Nikki: I'm not. You are.
- Tell Ko-Rel the truth
- Divert attention
- Take the blame
- (...)
Star-Lord: She has a passkey thingy.
Ko-Rel: You have a what?
Nikki: I saved your life!
Star-Lord: I saved your life.
Ko-Rel: Hand it over.
Nikki: I can't believe you're ratting me out!
Star-Lord: She is your mom and the captain of this ship, which gives her absolute authority here. Including the ability to release certain people who may have been unjustly--
Nikki: Unbelievable!
Star-Lord: I still have feelings for you!
Ko-Rel: Excuse me?
Star-Lord: Not like feelings feelings. But more like, emotions? You know, because of the explosions, and me and you, and everything we went through back in the war. Caused a lot of feelings to bubble up. I'm good now.
Nikki: (Covertly gives Peter the passkey if she trusts him.)
Ko-Rel: Okay. Good. Now if you don't mind...
(If Nikki did not trust Peter.)
Ko-Rel: (Holds out her hand.)
Nikki: (...) (Hands her the passkey.)
Ko-Rel: You stole a passkey?
Nikki: I didn't steal it! I made it.
Star-Lord: Points for ingenuity?
Star-Lord: It was me. Yeah, all those locked doors back there. I... I hacked them.
Ko-Rel: You hacked them?
Star-Lord: Yeah, I'm a hacker now. I... hack stuff. You know... Beep bop boop, boop boop beep.
Nikki: (Covertly gives Peter the passkey.) I told him it was restricted.
Ko-Rel: That doesn't explain the falsified orders.
Nikki: I don't know what to tell you, mom. Your security staff have been sleeping on the job. All I know is I'm not hiding anything. I wouldn't do that.
Ko-Rel: To be continued.
Ko-Rel: Last. Chance.
Nikki: (...) (Hands her the passkey.)
Ko-Rel: You stole a passkey?
Nikki: I didn't steal it! I made it.
Star-Lord: Points for ingenuity?
Ko-Rel: Disengage lock-down.
Comm 1: Lockdown disengaged.
Nikki: So... can I go help secure the hangar now?
Ko-Rel: No! You can go back to your quarters. And you can stay there for the next thirty rotations.
Nikki: But mom!
Ko-Rel: I can make it thirty cycles.
Nikki: [scoff]
- Inside Ko-Rel's quarters
Star-Lord: So... rough day, huh? Exploding shuttles... Quarantine Zone trespassers... missing kid...
Ko-Rel: You have no idea.
Star-Lord: Chewie! I can't believe you still have him. Can't believe he survived. Mercury was what? Like a thousand degrees?
Ko-Rel: More like, a thousand cycles ago... You can keep him, if you want. He is yours.
Star-Lord: Hey, I ordered him to look out for you. I expect him to keep doing his job. Especially that you now have a daughter... apparently...
- Do the math
- Ignore the math
Star-Lord: A twelve-year-old daughter... You didn't have during the war... Twelve years ago... When we--
Ko-Rel: Peter...
Star-Lord: On second thought, it's only fair if I ask Chewie. He is a grown Wookiee. Definitely old enough to... make his own decisions.
Ko-Rel: Okay.
Star-Lord: Um hum... [Wookiee noises] Um hum [Wookiee noises] Yeah, he says he's okay. So, um, how are you doing? You okay?
Ko-Rel: Peter...
Ko-Rel: When we picked up your ship, part of me was excited. At first. But then after all this time you haven't changed. At all. You're still the same--
Star-Lord: I've changed. Whatever the fine is, I'll pay. Just give me... three cycles. Let me prove that I'm not still... whatever it is you were going to finish that sentence with.
- Hid the llama
- Hid the crate
- Hid nothing
Ko-Rel: You're gonna pay seven thousand units? In three cycles?
Star-Lord: Wow. Um. Okay. That is a lot of money. Here, I was thinking that maybe--
Ko-Rel: The fine's non-negotiable. My search party found a disturbing amount of prohibited tech lying around your ship!
Star-Lord: That's all they found, right?
Ko-Rel: You're gonna pay eight thousand units? In three cycles?
Star-Lord: Wow. Okay. That is... a lot of money. I was thinking that maybe--
Ko-Rel: The fine's non-negotiable. My search party found a class two biohazard wandering around your ship.
Star-Lord: That's all they found, right?
Ko-Rel: You're gonna pay nine thousand units? In three cycles?
Star-Lord: Wow. That--Okay. That is a lot of money. Look, here--I was thinking that maybe--
Ko-Rel: The fine's non-negotiable. My search party found a disturbing amount of prohibited tech lying around your ship. And a class two biohazard!
Star-Lord: I couldn't decide which one to hide.
Ko-Rel: Peter...
Star-Lord: Okay, okay. You'll get your money on time, no problem. This Guardians of the Galaxy thing. We are this close to getting it off the ground. And if I didn't have these handcuffs on, I would show you just how very close we are.
Ko-Rel: [scoffs] Why do I feel like I'll regret this?
Star-Lord: Oh come on, when have I ever-- You won't regret it. I promise.
- Back on the Milano
Ko-Rel: You've got three cycles, Peter. Not four. Not five. Three. Contact me when you've got the units.
Rocket: And if we... don't?
Ko-Rel: The device we installed will deactivate your ship and you will all go to prison.
Star-Lord: Gotcha. We won't let you down.
(Ko-Rel disconnects from call and everyone turns to look at Peter.)
Gamora: What the hell, Peter? You said you could get us out of this.
- Hid the llama
- Hid the crate
- Hid nothing
Star-Lord: I did! Seven thousand units is a small price--
Rocket: Seven thousand units?!
Star-Lord: I did! Eight thousand units is a small price--
Rocket: Eight thousand units!?
Star-Lord: I did! Nine thousand units is a small price--
Rocket: Nine thousand units?!?
Drax: That is a tremendous sum.
Gamora: Where are we gonna get that kind of money in three cycles?
Rocket: By robbing a frickin' bank, apparently.
Star-Lord: Okay! So we got fined. So we have a Nova tracking-thing on our ship that's going to shut down our engines if we don't pay that fine in three cycles. At least we're not on a prisoner transport.
Gamora: Not yet.
Star-Lord: [sigh] Come on, guys... (Looks at Drax.) You're Drax the Destroyer, man. You killed Thanos.
Drax: Allegedly.
Star-Lord: Are you gonna let a little fine slow you down? (Looks at Gamora.) And Gamora. You're practically an MI6 agent, but way hotter and cooler. There's nothing you can't do. (Looks at Rocket.)
Rocket: Here it comes.
Star-Lord: Rocket, you're an actual genius and the scrappiest dude I know. How many prisons did you break out of?
Rocket: Seven.
Star-Lord: Seven.
Groot: I am Groot?
Star-Lord: You are Groot! Guys, we're supposed to be a team! All we need to do is figure out how broke we are and come up with a plan. So check your quarters. Check between the sofa cushions. Check under the crafting bench. If you find any spare units lying around, grab them. I'll do the same in my quarters.
(Everyone stands to leave.)
Gamora: Alright.
Rocket: This is why you don't sleep with cops, Quill. They put bombs on my ship.
Star-Lord: My ship. [exhales]
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