Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 Page #8

Rocket smiles in the tree as he flicks a trigger. The STICKYDISCS

SEND ELECTRICITY COURSING THROUGH ALL OF THE MEN’S

BODIES.

They CONVULSE for a moment, then COLLAPSE.

EXT. CRASHED MILANO - CLEARING - NIGHT

Rocket LEAPS to the ground in a crouch. He sees Brahl

approaching in front of him, and then another RAVAGERapproaching from behind. They train their weapons on him.

BRAHL:

Ain’t so tough now without all yourtoys, are you?

Rocket LEAPS up onto Brahl’s face.

He PUNCHES HIM IN THE THORAX so hard he can’t breathe.

The other Ravager SHOOTS at him, but Rocket BACKFLIPS over

the SHOT so Brahl is STRUCK instead.

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Rocket LANDS on the back of the shooter’s neck and RAPID-FIRE

PUNCHES HIM in the head, until the man CRUMPLES to the

ground, unconscious.

As Rocket lands, he HEARS WHISTLING and he looks up to see --

YONDU’S ARROW FLYING THROUGH THE TREES, DIRECTLY TOWARD HIM.

ROCKET:

Crap.

Another high-pitched WHISTLE and the arrow STOPS ABRUPTLY,

FLOATING with the tip almost grazing Rocket’s forehead.

Yondu waltzes out of the trees with Tullk, Kraglin, theMonstrous Ravager, and many more.

Rocket reluctantly raises his hands in surrender.

YONDU:

Hey there, rat.

ROCKET:

How’s it going, you blue idiot?

YONDU:

Eh, not so bad. We got a prettygood gig. A golden gal with quite ahigh opinion of herself offered usa large sum to deliver you and yourpals to her, so she can kill y’all.

INT. CRASHED MILANO - NIGHT

Nebula looks out the window to see even more Ravagerssurrounding Rocket. She looks at baby Groot.

NEBULA:

Your friend. There’s too many ofthem. They’re going to kill him.

Groot looks as if he’s about to cry.

NEBULA (CONT’D)

He needs my help. If you care abouthim, you need to get me out ofthese bonds.

Groot is unsure.

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EXT. CRASHED MILANO - CLEARING - NIGHT

The Ravagers have entirely encircled Rocket. There’s no

chance of escape. Though upset, he mostly holds it in.

YONDU:

Pretty easy to find you, since weput a tracer on your ship backduring the War over Xandar.

ROCKET:

You give me your word you won’thurt Groot, and I’ll tell you wherethe batteries are.

YONDU:

Lucky for you my word don’t meansquat. Otherwise I’d actually hand

you over.

MONSTROUS RAVAGER

Otherwise you’d what?!

Yondu scowls at the Monstrous Ravager.

YONDU:

We’ll take the batteries. They’reworth a a quarter mil on the openmarket

MONSTROUS RAVAGER

That priestess offered us amillion! A quarter is only onethird of that!

YONDU:

A quarter ain’t one-th -

OBLO:

A quarter is four times a million!

We’re in the money!

GEF THE RAVAGER:

No, idiot. A quarter is twenty-

five.

YONDU:

No

GEF THE RAVAGER:

We can’t even buy a pair of bootswith twenty-five units!

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YONDU:

The point is, we aren’t stupidenough to help kill the Guardiansof the Galaxy. We’d have the whole

Nova Corps on us.

KRAGLIN:

(realizing)

That ain’t right. I just gotta sayit this one time, Cap’n.

Everyone looks at Kraglin.

KRAGLIN (CONT’D)

No matter how many times Quillbetrays you, you protect him, likenone of the rest of us much matter.

I’m the one what sticks up for you,

me and Tullk.

MONSTROUS RAVAGER

Damn straight, lad. You’re right:

he’s going soft. S’pose it’s timefor a change in leadership!

KRAGLIN:

Uh

The Monstrous Ravager points his weapon at Yondu.

Others follow his lead.

A handful of others, including Tullk and the InnocentRavager, raise their weapons in their Captain’s defense, sothat the whole circle are aiming at one another. Kraglin isconfused.

TULLK:

Put you damn guns down!

Rocket is in the center of the potential crossfire.

ROCKET:

Hold on! There’s got to be somesort of peaceful resolution here!

Or even a violent resolution, where

I’m standing over there.

Yondu glares at the Monstrous Ravager. His FIN LIGHTS UP and

he starts to WHISTLE when

A GUNSHOT RINGS OUT; THE FIN IS BLOWN OFF THE TOP OF YONDU’S

HEAD. The arrow CLATTERS to the ground.

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Rocket watches as Yondu, confused, TOTTERS there for a

moment, and then COLLAPSES --

REVEALING NEBULA behind him, clutching a smoking pistol.

Rocket looks at her, dead-eyed: really?

She SHOOTS HIM WITH A BLAST OF ELECTRICITY, knocking him

unconscious.

The Ravagers gape at Nebula.

NEBULA:

Well, hello, boys.

She takes a bite from a piece of yaro root she stole from theMilano. As she chews, she becomes disgusted.

She spits it out.

NEBULA (CONT’D)

It’s not ripe.

EXT. RED PLANET - MOMENTS LATER

Ego’s ship ARRIVES at a bold red planet, twisting in front ofan enormous yellow sun, so close it seems like the sun isabout to devour it. “MY SWEET LORD” BY GEORGE HARRISON PLAYS.

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INT. EGO’S SHIP - SLEEP CHAMBER - OUTER SPACE

Mantis sets her hand on Ego’s forehead, waking him.

EXT. EGO’S PLANET/SPACEPORT - MOMENTS LATER

Ego’s ship lands in a spaceport. It organically JOINS thespot where it lands - strands of material actually linking upwith the landing pad itself.

From the front of the craft, a FLOATING TRAM emerges, withEgo, Mantis, Quill, Gamora, and Drax.

As the TRAM GLIDES toward its destination, the Guardians are

overwhelmed by transcendentally splendid surroundings. Theplant life is colorful and alien. Tall, twisting obelisksseem to have no function other than beauty itself.

EGO:

Welcome, friends, to my world.

QUILL:

Wow. You have your own planet?

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EGO:

But a trifle, no larger than yourearth’s moon.

DRAX:

Humility. I like it. I too, amextraordinarily humble.

Even Gamora smiles at the wonder of it all.

Multicolored mercurial clumps FLOAT BY.

Drax pokes one, and it BURSTS INTO A DOZEN VIBRANT HUES.

EXT. TRAM/PALACE - MOMENTS LATER

Ahead of them looms an astounding palace atop a mountain.

QUILL:

It’s beautiful.

The tram STOPS.

They step off it and toward the palace, Ego stops beside alarge FOUNTAIN.

EGO:

Peter, consider this a token of a

father’s pride.

Ego motions; the WATERS OF THE FOUNTAIN FALL AWAY, REVEALINGa GIANT STATUE OF STAR-LORD: Quill stands heroically, with

foolish-looking Guardians kneeling around him worshipfully.

EGO (CONT’D)

A memorial to the War Over Xandar,

when you single-handedly saved thegalaxy.

GAMORA:

Single-handedly?

QUILL:

Whoa. It’s perfect.

GAMORA:

You’ve got to be kidding.

DRAX:

Why am I dead? Why did you all killme?!

GAMORA:

That’s Ronan. That’s you.

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Drax is sitting on Quill’s shoulder, with a raccoon tail.

DRAX:

When was I that tiny?

Gamora shakes her head in disbelief. They step past thestatue and onto the steps approaching the palace.

GAMORA:

You own a planet and can destroytwo dozen spaceships without asuit. What are you, exactly?

EGO:

I’m what they call a Celestial,

sweetheart.

The Guardians STOP behind him, astounded.

QUILL:

A Celestial. Like a... god?

EGO:

Small ‘g’, son. At least on thedays I’m feeling humble as Drax.

He LAUGHS and walks up the stairs.

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