Marvel's Guardians Of The Galaxy (2015) s03e15 Episode Script
Black Vortex (Part 2)
[Quill.]
Okay.
The good news is, we saved the shrunken Kree home world, which is expanding back to its normal size.
- The bad news - [computer.]
Self-destruct in two minutes.
is fairly self-explanatory.
[alarm blaring.]
This is it, everyone.
[clicks.]
Peter, wait.
Did you see that mirror - in the weapons vault? - You mind, Gamora? I'm trying to spend my final moments in this galaxy with some mid-'70s one-hit wonders.
They may not have to be your final moments.
That mirror is called the Black Vortex.
Thanos said it was an indestructible prison.
Drax approves of indestructible.
Yeah, well, Rocket don't approve of no prison.
- I am Groot.
- Good point, bud.
Ain't a prison in the galaxy I can't escape.
The thing is, this prison isn't exactly in the galaxy.
[alarm continues blaring.]
[Quill.]
I don't know, Gamora.
This thing looks, like, super evil.
[music.]
- Self-destruct in 15 seconds.
- Who am I to judge? Everyone hold hands so we don't get separated.
I am Groot! [yelling.]
[yells.]
[groaning.]
Aah! What the flarg? How did I get here? Hey! This ain't my usual tail.
This ain't my usual look.
Where is everybody? Groot? Ya in here, bud? Or the rest of you, anyway.
[automated voice.]
Welcome to the Timely Corporation Distribution Warehouse.
When it absolutely, positively has to get across the galaxy before the next planetary rotation.
For your own safety, please stay off the conveyor belts.
Come on.
You guys gotta be around here somewhere.
[Gamora on comm link.]
Rocket.
Rocket! Gamora? That you? Where are you? Scratch that.
Where am I? The place you're at isn't real.
You've got to get out of there.
And just how the flarg am I supposed to find an exit?! Huh? Huh! Huh.
That's encouraging.
That not so much.
Huh? That don't make any sense.
Groot, you're small again! [automated voice.]
All packing materials must comply with the Timely Corporation's routine durability inspection prior to shipping.
Good luck.
And you're about to become kindling! Groot.
Groot! [automated voice.]
Please remove all plants and animals from packages prior to inspection to prevent vaporization.
I ain't going nowhere without my best bud, even if he is travel-sized again.
Hang on, Groot! I'll get you outta this! [grunts.]
Whew! Huh? Hey! Claws off the merchandise! [grunting.]
Huh? Krutack! [grunting.]
[yells.]
[yelling.]
[grunting.]
For your safety, please stay off the conveyor belt.
The Timely Corporation is not responsible for any bruising, impalement, incineration, encasing, folding, repackaging, dissection, laceration, electrocution, sudden loss of balance, loss of life, loss of limb, loss of fur, loss of tail, or itching.
[yelling, blowing.]
[panting.]
Prepare package for Bubble Wrap.
Eh? [muffled yelling.]
There you are! Sit tight! I gotcha! Huh? Groot! Yah! [grunts.]
[babbles.]
Wha Hey, nobody puts my bud in the wood chipper! [grunting.]
Huh! That all you got? [yelling.]
Yah! [grunting.]
Better appreciate what I'm doing for you, bud.
[grunts.]
No-good, double-crossing duct tape! You're supposed to get me out of sticky situations, not into them! Hang on, Groot! Huh? Warning.
Screwdriver in use.
This whole place has a screw loose! [yells.]
[slow-mo.]
Nooooo! [grunts.]
Huh? [grunts.]
We are also not responsible for dizziness, loss of lunch, fatigue, or general bad temperament.
[grunts.]
I'll show ya bad temperament! Warning.
Pneumatic tubes are for packages only.
No running, climbing, jumping, crawling, scampering, sliding, slipping, falling, or even peeking inside the tubes.
[grunts.]
Welcome to the Shipping Department.
All packages must be clearly marked with the proper Galactic Sector Code.
The Timely Corporation is not responsible for lost or damaged packages, even if we lost or damaged them.
[grunting.]
This is more frustrating than trying to explain a joke to Drax! Preparing package for shipment to the Waytheflargoutus System, edge of the Galactic Frontier.
"Edge of the Galactic Frontier"?! Not on my watch, bolts-for-brains! [grunts.]
Grooooot! [yells.]
Packages ready for shipment.
Preparing package for shipment to the Krutackinfarawayus System, opposite edge of the Galactic Frontier.
Hey! Hey! [angry grunt.]
Let me out! Sheesh! What are they packing in this place, anyway? Oh.
Yeah.
[maniacal laughter.]
Not so fast, fly-boy.
That's my bud in there! Now quit struggling, and let me reel him in! Delivery obstacle detected.
All available units, eliminate obstacle.
Flarg.
[yells.]
[chuckles.]
Buy one, get the rest for free.
This may be a nightmare, but the toys are an absolute dream! Krutack! I hope that crate's tougher than it looks.
Uhh! Speak to me, bud.
Say something.
Any three words starting with "I," and "am," and ending with "Groot"! [grunts.]
Obstacle acquired.
Elimination in progress.
Those ain't the words I was looking for.
Activating Timely Corporation Security Drone.
Prepare to be eliminated.
I save you from getting chopped into wood chips, and this is the thanks I get? [groans.]
[grunts.]
- [Gamora on comm link.]
Rocket! - Huh? Oh, heya, Gammy.
- You need to get out of there, now! - Is Groot with you? No, I'm alone.
Now go! You're out of time! Well, I ain't leaving without at least part of the real Groot! [yells.]
Whoa! No.
[grunts.]
No.
Definitely not! Ha! Yes! Gotcha, bud! Almost there.
Almost there.
Wait a minute.
[grunts.]
Seriously?! Fine.
If you can't find an exit, make an exit! [grunts.]
I declare a warehouse fire sale! [automated voice.]
Warning.
The Timely Corporation does not approve of this unauthorized use of security personnel.
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Eh! [babbles.]
[clangs.]
Nothing personal, spark plug, but I prefer a Groot who don't run on batteries.
[clangs.]
[clattering.]
Now to find the real Groot, and the other losers, and get the flarg outta this nightmare! [Groot groaning.]
I am Groot.
[sighs.]
And I am suddenly alone.
But how did I get here? - I am J'Que.
- I am Groot.
But we know each other, J'Que.
Tell me, friend, have you seen the other Guardians? - I am J'Que! - I am aware of that.
- Why do you not understand me? - I am J'Que! [sighs.]
I am sure there is no need to get upset.
Just please answer my question.
Are my friends here? [crackling.]
I am concerned.
What is that? [door opens.]
No, wait! [cries out.]
J'Que! - J'Que, are you hurt? - I am J'Que! [gasps.]
I am J'Que! [both grunting.]
I am Groot, not your enemy! [grunts, groans.]
[panting.]
[panting continues.]
Huh? Cosmo! We are in danger.
There is a strange infection spreading throughout Knowhere.
I am Cosmo.
[gasps.]
I am Groot.
But you are not yourself.
[grunts.]
I am Cosmo.
I am Cosmo! I am Cosmo! I am dreaming.
This cannot be real! [grunts.]
I am Cosmo.
[grunting.]
I am sorry for this.
[grunts.]
Cosmo, fetch! [sniffing.]
I am Cosmo.
[pants, thud.]
[grunts.]
Impossible.
Our ship was destroyed! What's it? [crackling.]
The infection approaches.
[grunts.]
[grunts.]
[grunting.]
My friend! I am finally free of this nightmare.
I am Groot.
But are you yourself? - I am Rocket.
- Not you too.
[gasps.]
I am Rocket.
[grunting.]
I am Groot! I will not fight you, Rocket.
And if there is anything of my true friend inside you, you will not fight me either! I am Rocket! [snarls.]
[grunting.]
[gunfire continues.]
No, you're not! [screaming.]
[music.]
[women vocalizing.]
[groans.]
[vocalizing continues.]
[wind howling softly.]
[groaning.]
Wha I am home? [birds twittering.]
But how? My world was destroyed.
[Grootlings.]
We are Groot! We are Groot! I am Groot.
But are you? Are you really the Grootlings I seeded? Are my people truly reborn? We are Groot! We are Groot! [chuckles.]
We are Groot.
And we will never again be alone in this universe.
[Grootlings.]
Huh? No.
Not here.
Not now! [straining.]
[yells.]
[Grootlings crying out.]
[growling.]
[roaring.]
[roaring.]
[roaring.]
[thudding footfalls.]
[grunting.]
I am Groot.
[grunts.]
I am Groot! [roars.]
[grunts.]
[panting.]
I am Groot.
[grunting.]
I am Groot! [Black Vortex growling.]
Yes, you are Groot, and I am the Black Vortex.
I have been trapped inside this prison for an eternity.
Now I can finally escape.
Prepare to become one with the Black Vortex.
[grunting.]
[straining.]
Your body will be our vessel, and your sacrifice will bring forth a new galaxy.
A galaxy ruled by darkness! [Gamora on comm link.]
Groot, come in! Why won't you answer your comm? Groot! [wind howling softly.]
[gasping.]
I am Groot.
Groot, I hear you.
Where are you? [gasps.]
I am Groot! I will not allow this! No one escapes the Black Vortex! [crying out.]
[chuckling.]
[laughing.]
[gasps.]
I am [gasps.]
Groot! Okay, Groot.
I understand.
Lead the way.
TO BE CONTINUED
Okay.
The good news is, we saved the shrunken Kree home world, which is expanding back to its normal size.
- The bad news - [computer.]
Self-destruct in two minutes.
is fairly self-explanatory.
[alarm blaring.]
This is it, everyone.
[clicks.]
Peter, wait.
Did you see that mirror - in the weapons vault? - You mind, Gamora? I'm trying to spend my final moments in this galaxy with some mid-'70s one-hit wonders.
They may not have to be your final moments.
That mirror is called the Black Vortex.
Thanos said it was an indestructible prison.
Drax approves of indestructible.
Yeah, well, Rocket don't approve of no prison.
- I am Groot.
- Good point, bud.
Ain't a prison in the galaxy I can't escape.
The thing is, this prison isn't exactly in the galaxy.
[alarm continues blaring.]
[Quill.]
I don't know, Gamora.
This thing looks, like, super evil.
[music.]
- Self-destruct in 15 seconds.
- Who am I to judge? Everyone hold hands so we don't get separated.
I am Groot! [yelling.]
[yells.]
[groaning.]
Aah! What the flarg? How did I get here? Hey! This ain't my usual tail.
This ain't my usual look.
Where is everybody? Groot? Ya in here, bud? Or the rest of you, anyway.
[automated voice.]
Welcome to the Timely Corporation Distribution Warehouse.
When it absolutely, positively has to get across the galaxy before the next planetary rotation.
For your own safety, please stay off the conveyor belts.
Come on.
You guys gotta be around here somewhere.
[Gamora on comm link.]
Rocket.
Rocket! Gamora? That you? Where are you? Scratch that.
Where am I? The place you're at isn't real.
You've got to get out of there.
And just how the flarg am I supposed to find an exit?! Huh? Huh! Huh.
That's encouraging.
That not so much.
Huh? That don't make any sense.
Groot, you're small again! [automated voice.]
All packing materials must comply with the Timely Corporation's routine durability inspection prior to shipping.
Good luck.
And you're about to become kindling! Groot.
Groot! [automated voice.]
Please remove all plants and animals from packages prior to inspection to prevent vaporization.
I ain't going nowhere without my best bud, even if he is travel-sized again.
Hang on, Groot! I'll get you outta this! [grunts.]
Whew! Huh? Hey! Claws off the merchandise! [grunting.]
Huh? Krutack! [grunting.]
[yells.]
[yelling.]
[grunting.]
For your safety, please stay off the conveyor belt.
The Timely Corporation is not responsible for any bruising, impalement, incineration, encasing, folding, repackaging, dissection, laceration, electrocution, sudden loss of balance, loss of life, loss of limb, loss of fur, loss of tail, or itching.
[yelling, blowing.]
[panting.]
Prepare package for Bubble Wrap.
Eh? [muffled yelling.]
There you are! Sit tight! I gotcha! Huh? Groot! Yah! [grunts.]
[babbles.]
Wha Hey, nobody puts my bud in the wood chipper! [grunting.]
Huh! That all you got? [yelling.]
Yah! [grunting.]
Better appreciate what I'm doing for you, bud.
[grunts.]
No-good, double-crossing duct tape! You're supposed to get me out of sticky situations, not into them! Hang on, Groot! Huh? Warning.
Screwdriver in use.
This whole place has a screw loose! [yells.]
[slow-mo.]
Nooooo! [grunts.]
Huh? [grunts.]
We are also not responsible for dizziness, loss of lunch, fatigue, or general bad temperament.
[grunts.]
I'll show ya bad temperament! Warning.
Pneumatic tubes are for packages only.
No running, climbing, jumping, crawling, scampering, sliding, slipping, falling, or even peeking inside the tubes.
[grunts.]
Welcome to the Shipping Department.
All packages must be clearly marked with the proper Galactic Sector Code.
The Timely Corporation is not responsible for lost or damaged packages, even if we lost or damaged them.
[grunting.]
This is more frustrating than trying to explain a joke to Drax! Preparing package for shipment to the Waytheflargoutus System, edge of the Galactic Frontier.
"Edge of the Galactic Frontier"?! Not on my watch, bolts-for-brains! [grunts.]
Grooooot! [yells.]
Packages ready for shipment.
Preparing package for shipment to the Krutackinfarawayus System, opposite edge of the Galactic Frontier.
Hey! Hey! [angry grunt.]
Let me out! Sheesh! What are they packing in this place, anyway? Oh.
Yeah.
[maniacal laughter.]
Not so fast, fly-boy.
That's my bud in there! Now quit struggling, and let me reel him in! Delivery obstacle detected.
All available units, eliminate obstacle.
Flarg.
[yells.]
[chuckles.]
Buy one, get the rest for free.
This may be a nightmare, but the toys are an absolute dream! Krutack! I hope that crate's tougher than it looks.
Uhh! Speak to me, bud.
Say something.
Any three words starting with "I," and "am," and ending with "Groot"! [grunts.]
Obstacle acquired.
Elimination in progress.
Those ain't the words I was looking for.
Activating Timely Corporation Security Drone.
Prepare to be eliminated.
I save you from getting chopped into wood chips, and this is the thanks I get? [groans.]
[grunts.]
- [Gamora on comm link.]
Rocket! - Huh? Oh, heya, Gammy.
- You need to get out of there, now! - Is Groot with you? No, I'm alone.
Now go! You're out of time! Well, I ain't leaving without at least part of the real Groot! [yells.]
Whoa! No.
[grunts.]
No.
Definitely not! Ha! Yes! Gotcha, bud! Almost there.
Almost there.
Wait a minute.
[grunts.]
Seriously?! Fine.
If you can't find an exit, make an exit! [grunts.]
I declare a warehouse fire sale! [automated voice.]
Warning.
The Timely Corporation does not approve of this unauthorized use of security personnel.
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Eh! [babbles.]
[clangs.]
Nothing personal, spark plug, but I prefer a Groot who don't run on batteries.
[clangs.]
[clattering.]
Now to find the real Groot, and the other losers, and get the flarg outta this nightmare! [Groot groaning.]
I am Groot.
[sighs.]
And I am suddenly alone.
But how did I get here? - I am J'Que.
- I am Groot.
But we know each other, J'Que.
Tell me, friend, have you seen the other Guardians? - I am J'Que! - I am aware of that.
- Why do you not understand me? - I am J'Que! [sighs.]
I am sure there is no need to get upset.
Just please answer my question.
Are my friends here? [crackling.]
I am concerned.
What is that? [door opens.]
No, wait! [cries out.]
J'Que! - J'Que, are you hurt? - I am J'Que! [gasps.]
I am J'Que! [both grunting.]
I am Groot, not your enemy! [grunts, groans.]
[panting.]
[panting continues.]
Huh? Cosmo! We are in danger.
There is a strange infection spreading throughout Knowhere.
I am Cosmo.
[gasps.]
I am Groot.
But you are not yourself.
[grunts.]
I am Cosmo.
I am Cosmo! I am Cosmo! I am dreaming.
This cannot be real! [grunts.]
I am Cosmo.
[grunting.]
I am sorry for this.
[grunts.]
Cosmo, fetch! [sniffing.]
I am Cosmo.
[pants, thud.]
[grunts.]
Impossible.
Our ship was destroyed! What's it? [crackling.]
The infection approaches.
[grunts.]
[grunts.]
[grunting.]
My friend! I am finally free of this nightmare.
I am Groot.
But are you yourself? - I am Rocket.
- Not you too.
[gasps.]
I am Rocket.
[grunting.]
I am Groot! I will not fight you, Rocket.
And if there is anything of my true friend inside you, you will not fight me either! I am Rocket! [snarls.]
[grunting.]
[gunfire continues.]
No, you're not! [screaming.]
[music.]
[women vocalizing.]
[groans.]
[vocalizing continues.]
[wind howling softly.]
[groaning.]
Wha I am home? [birds twittering.]
But how? My world was destroyed.
[Grootlings.]
We are Groot! We are Groot! I am Groot.
But are you? Are you really the Grootlings I seeded? Are my people truly reborn? We are Groot! We are Groot! [chuckles.]
We are Groot.
And we will never again be alone in this universe.
[Grootlings.]
Huh? No.
Not here.
Not now! [straining.]
[yells.]
[Grootlings crying out.]
[growling.]
[roaring.]
[roaring.]
[roaring.]
[thudding footfalls.]
[grunting.]
I am Groot.
[grunts.]
I am Groot! [roars.]
[grunts.]
[panting.]
I am Groot.
[grunting.]
I am Groot! [Black Vortex growling.]
Yes, you are Groot, and I am the Black Vortex.
I have been trapped inside this prison for an eternity.
Now I can finally escape.
Prepare to become one with the Black Vortex.
[grunting.]
[straining.]
Your body will be our vessel, and your sacrifice will bring forth a new galaxy.
A galaxy ruled by darkness! [Gamora on comm link.]
Groot, come in! Why won't you answer your comm? Groot! [wind howling softly.]
[gasping.]
I am Groot.
Groot, I hear you.
Where are you? [gasps.]
I am Groot! I will not allow this! No one escapes the Black Vortex! [crying out.]
[chuckling.]
[laughing.]
[gasps.]
I am [gasps.]
Groot! Okay, Groot.
I understand.
Lead the way.
TO BE CONTINUED