Guardians of the Galaxy Page #4

The high-end community is a...

It's a tight-knit...

Tight-knit...

The high-end community

is a very tight-knit...

I cannot possibly betray

the confidentiality of my buyers!

Now, who again is this buyer of yours?

Carina.

Yes, Master.

Your people do have elbows,

do they not?

We do, Master.

Then use them.

I don't have to remind you

what happened to the last

attendant who disappointed me.

Do I?

Chop, chop. Our guests

will be here soon.

Heads up! We're inbound.

What is it?

It's called Knowhere.

The severed head of an

ancient celestial being.

Be wary headed in, rodent.

There are no regulations

whatsoever here.

Hundreds of years ago,

the Tivan Group sent workers in

to mine the organic

matter within the skull.

Bone, brain tissue, spinal fluid.

All rare resources, highly valued

in black markets across the galaxy.

It's dangerous and illegal work,

suitable only for outlaws.

Well, I come from a planet of outlaws.

Billy the Kid, Bonnie

and Clyde, John Stamos.

It sounds like a place,

which I would like to visit.

Yeah, you should.

Excuse me.

- Watch your wallets.

- Can you spare any units?

Get out of here.

Your buyer's in there?

We are to wait here

for his representative.

Get out of here!

This is no respectable establishment.

What do you expect

us to do while we wait?

Yes! Yes!

Yahoo!

My Orloni has won,

as I won at all things!

Now, let's put more of

this liquid into our bodies.

That's the first thing you said

that wasn't bat-sh*t crazy!

Man, you wouldn't believe what

they charge for fuel out here.

- I might actually lose money on this job.

- My connection is making us wait.

It's just a negotiation tactic.

Trust me, this is my specialty.

Where yours is more,

"Stab, stab. Those are my terms."

- My father didn't stress diplomacy.

- Thanos?

He's not my father.

When Thanos took my home world,

he killed my parents in front of me.

He tortured me,

turned me into a weapon.

When he said he was going to destroy

an entire planet for Ronan,

I couldn't stand by and...

Why would you risk your life for this?

My mother gave it to me.

My mom liked sharing with me all the

pop songs that she loved growing up.

I happened to have it on me,

when I was...

The day that she...

You know, when I left Earth.

What do you do with it?

Do? Nothing. You listen to it.

Or you can dance.

I'm a warrior and an assassin.

I do not dance.

Really?

On my planet, there's a

legend about people like you.

It's called

Footloose.

And in it, a great hero

named Kevin Bacon,

teaches an entire city full of people with

sticks up their butts that dancing, well...

It's the greatest thing there is.

Who put the sticks up their butts?

What? No, that's just a...

- That is cruel.

- It's just a phrase

people use.

The melody is pleasant!

- No!

- What the hell?

I know who you are, Peter Quill!

And I am not some starry-eyed

waif here to succumb to your...

Your pelvic sorcery!

That is not what is happening here.

No.

Stop it!

What are you doing?

This vermin speaks of affairs

he knows nothing about!

- That is true!

- He has no respect!

- That is also true!

- Hold on! Hold on!

Keep calling me vermin, tough guy!

You just wanna laugh at

me like everyone else!

Rocket, you're drunk. All right?

No one's laughing at you.

He thinks I'm some

stupid thing! He does!

Well, I didn't ask to get made!

I didn't ask to be torn apart,

and put back together, over and over

and turned into some...

Some little monster!

Rocket, no one's calling you a monster.

He called me "vermin"!

She called me "rodent"!

Let's see if you can laugh

after five or six good shots

to your frickin' face!

No, no, no, no!

Four billion units! Rocket!

Come on, man. Hey! Suck it up for one

more lousy night and you're rich.

Fine. But I can't promise,

when all this is over I'm not gonna

kill every last one of you jerks.

See? That's exactly why none

of you have any friends!

Five seconds after you meet somebody,

you're already trying to kill them!

We have travelled,

halfway across the quadrant.

And Ronan is no closer to being dead.

- Drax!

- Let him go.

We don't need him.

Milady Gamora.

I'm here to fetch you for my master.

Okay, this isn't creepy at all.

We house the galaxy's

largest collection

of fauna, relics,

and species of all manner.

I present to you,

Taneleer Tivan, The Collector.

Oh, my dear Gamora.

How wonderful to meet in the flesh.

Let's bypass the formalities, Tivan.

We have what we discussed.

What is that thing there?

I am Groot.

I never thought I'd meet a Groot.

Sir...

You must allow me to pay you now

so that I may own your carcass.

At the moment of your death, of course.

I am Groot.

Why, so he could turn

you into a frickin' chair?

That's your pet?

- His what?

- Tivan.

We have been halfway around

the galaxy, retrieving this Orb.

Very well, then.

Let us see what you brought.

Three quarnyx batteries,

seven cases of Cotati seeds.

No, cases. Last time, you sent me...

You shall send a message for me.

Oh, my new friends.

Before creation itself,

there were six singularities.

Then the universe

exploded into existence,

and the remnants of these systems

were forged into concentrated ingots.

Infinity Stones.

These stones, it seems,

can only be brandished

by beings of extraordinary strength.

Observe.

These carriers can use the Stone

to mow down entire civilizations

like wheat in a field.

There's a little pee coming

out of me right now.

Once, for a moment,

a group was able to share the

energy amongst themselves,

but even they were

quickly destroyed by it.

Beautiful.

Beyond compare.

We're all very fascinated, whitey.

But we'd like to get paid.

How would you like to get paid?

What do you think, fancy man? Units!

Very well, then.

Carina.

Stand back.

I will no longer be your slave!

No!

What the...

How could I think Tivan could contain

whatever was within the Orb?

- What do you still have it for?

- What are we gonna do, leave it in there?

- I can't believe you had that in your purse!

- It's not a purse, it's a knapsack!

We have to bring this to the Nova Corps.

There's a chance they can contain it.

Are you kidding me?

We're wanted by the Nova Corps.

- Just give it to Ronan!

- So he can destroy the galaxy?

What are you,

some saint all of a sudden?

What has the galaxy ever done for you?

Why would you wanna save it?

Because I'm one of the

idiots who lives in it!

Peter, listen to me. We cannot allow

the Stone to fall into Ronan's hands.

We have to go back to your

ship, and deliver it to Nova.

Right, right, okay. I think you're right.

Or we could give it to somebody

who's not going to arrest us,

who's really nice for

a whole lot of money.

I think it's a really good balance

between both of your points of view.

You're despicable. Dishonorable.

Faithless!

- No.

- At last!

I shall meet my foe and destroy him.

You called Ronan?

Quill! Don't you move, boy!

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