" ♪ [video game]♪ [Quill]" " Whoo-hoo-hoo!" " Ugh!" "Aah!" " [button clicking rapidly] [groans] Aah." "Quill, this simulation has no value for combat training." "Turbo Plumber Cousins is not training, Drax." "It's the real 8-bit deal." "And nothing will stop me from getting the new high score." "Peter, I bring urgent news." "No!" "Oh-ho-ho." "Hey, Victoria." "What's shakin'?" "Besides your trembling fingers?" "What?" "Oh, no." "That's just game twitch." "It's an Earth thing." "You wouldn't get it." "I'm contacting you because Nova Corps has issued a bulletin for a Terran who has reportedly been using the missing Centurion helmet." "You know anything about this?" "Hey, I haven't seen that krutackin' thing since Warlock fixed it and sent it off to "find its destiny."" "Really?" "Even though Nova Corps is offering" " a ten million unit reward for its return?" " [running footfalls]" "Rocket, Groot, we gotta track down that Nova Centurion helmet now!" "Okay, where are Rocket and Groot?" "[audible shrug]" "[groans]" "I gotta work on my landings." "[woman] Samuel Alexander, whatever you're doing in there, it had better involve homework!" "Don't worry, Mom!" "I'm learning!" "Even if it is the hard way." "[doorbell ringing]" "Sam, see who's at the door, please." "I'm giving your sister a bath." "Huh?" "Yo!" "Down here!" "There ya go." "Uh, good evening." "We're, uh, from out of town, taking a... survey... for charity... about the dangers of intergalactic artifacts." "Seen anything like this, kid?" "Oh." "Yeah." "I think I have." "Wait right there, okay?" "See what I did there?" "[Chuckles]" "That's called "finesse," my friend." "Ten million units, here we come." "You want this?" "Come and get it, you mangy rat." "[angry grunt] "Mangy"?" "That's it." "Follow me away from my family." "[grunts]" "Nobody calls me mangy!" "Ya hear me?" "Come back with my ten million units, humie!" "You ain't the only one who can fly around here!" "[grunts] [screaming]" "*MARVEL'S GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY* Season 02 Episode 14 Title: "Back in Black"" "[screaming]" "Stupid jet pack!" "Start!" "[yells, grunts] [brush rustles]" "I am Groot." "You're right, bud." "Next time we don't ask." "Just grab the helmet and stick it in the sack." "[screaming] [grunting]" "[groans]" "Oh, man!" "That's even worse in low gravity." "Okay, a walking tree and a talking raccoon want my helmet." "That's not crazy at all, is it?" "[Rocket] Ahem." "The helmet, kid." "Now." " Leave me alone, or..." " Or what, punk?" "Or..." "Or this!" "[grunts]" "Whoa." "Huh?" "[Drax] Cease your attacks or face the consequences." "Where did you get that helmet?" "None of your business, freaks!" "[grunts] [grunts, yells]" "Take a hike, you two." "This is our score, and we ain't splitting the reward." "That helmet is too powerful and too dangerous for a child to possess." "How can you think of units?" "Eh, is that a trick question?" "Leave me alone!" "[grunts]" "I..." "I'm sorry." "I don't want to hurt anyone." "[Quill over P.A.] Me neither." "So why don't you just come inside, and we'll hash this out, one earthling to another?" ""Earthling"?" "♪ [beeping]" "[Sam] Seriously?" "This antique is supposed to convince me to trust you?" "Hey, you know what?" "When I left Earth, that game was state of the art." "Lame." "Like your former high score." "Hey!" "Don't touch that!" "Right, 'cause it'd be wrong to try to take somebody's stuff from them." "I am Groot." "What are you taking his side for?" "No one is taking sides." "We are merely trying to protect the child." "I wore that helmet once, and its power nearly destroyed me." "You have to give it up." "No way!" "Don't worry, Sam." "The helmet was fixed since then, and no one's gonna take it away from you." "But maybe you can tell us how you found it." "[sighs] Okay." "When I was little, my dad used to disappear for days at a time." "When he came home, he would tell me these stories about saving the galaxy with a magic helmet that turned him into a super-powered space hero." "And then he didn't come home." "One day, this helmet just showed up in the garage." "I don't know why, but I tried it on." "And then I knew all of my dad's stories were true." "And, son, whatever you do, do not try to find me." "So, naturally, you tried to find him." "I did the same thing with my dad." "Trust me, it did not end well." "So why don't you hand over the helmet so we can collect the reward..." "I mean, keep the galaxy safe?" "I am Groo-oo-oot!" "[groans]" "Y-You can't take my helmet from me." "And you can't stop me from searching the galaxy for my dad." "[grunts] Okay, Sam, the galaxy's a dangerous place." "You're gonna wind up hurting someone with all that power." "Probably yourself." "Then we must train you to be a proper warrior." "Not where I was going with that." "Don't worry." "When we're done, he'll beg to give up the helmet." " [loud thud] - [gasps] [groans] [yells, grunts] [yelling] [grunts] [yells]" "I am Groot." "[grunting] Seriously?" "That thing glued to your head?" "[engine slowing]" "Rocket, why are we slowing down?" "[straining] Push harder, Sam!" "Heave!" "Ugh!" "What the flarg?" "Target practice." "I suggest you get out of the line of fire." "That's it." "Just keep him occupied... [screaming] [groans]" "Whoa!" "Dad never mentioned a giant floating head in his stories." "And how is this supposed to convince Sam to give up the helmet?" "Knowhere is the worst place in the galaxy, with the worst people in the galaxy." "If this doesn't scare him straight, nothing will." "Agreed." "Sam's posture is extremely poor." "We will frighten him to stand up straight like a proud warrior." "Hold it, Quill." "No weapons inside." "And no funny business." "We've got cameras everywhere." "I'm noting the condition of each of my beauties." "One scratch, and you're a grease stain on the F'Saki table." "Hmph!" "♪ [techno] ♪ [chattering]" "Well, take a long, hard look, Sam." "Dirty, smelly, ugly, whack-ya-for-lookin'-at-them-cross-eyed thieves, thugs, and cutthroats." "[grunts]" "This is what the galaxy is really about." "This... is... awesome!" "Yeah, that's what I thought once." "Until I met... the Ravagers." "[quietly] Psst." "Guys, hey." "What's up?" "Yeah, I need a favor." "Throw a scare into this kid." "You know, like you used to with me, huh?" "I want to teach him a lesson." "♪ [continues] ♪" "Got a lot of nerve showing' up, asking favors from the Ravagers, Quill." "Especially after you iced Yondu." "What?" "No!" "No, no, no, Yondu's alive." "He's trapped inside a gem that's part of an all-powerful cosmic..." "Yeah, that sounds like I just made it up." "How about we teach Quill a lesson, boys?" "A slow, painful one." "Can we do the slow without the painful?" "[all shouting]" "[grunts, groans]" "So, Sam, you see how dangerous the galaxy can be, huh?" "[chuckles] [yells] Whoa!" " [blows landing] - [Quill grunting]" "So, what'd I miss?" "Quill is teaching Sam the dangers of the galaxy." "I am Groot." " [Quill grunting, groaning]" " Shouldn't we help him?" "Never interrupt the professor in the middle of a lesson." "I bet my dad wouldn't stand around and watch." "Hey, uglies!" "Leave him alone!" "[Ravagers grunt] [groans]" "Okay, Sam." "I think you've learned your lesson." "Let's just go home." "Hey!" "That kid's wearing the Nova Centurion helmet!" "It's worth ten million units!" "[murmuring]" "Get the kid out of here, Quill." "I'm not a kid!" "I can handle myself!" "[Ravagers groaning]" "Whoa. [J'Que] That's it!" "All of you, take your weapons and leave!" " [chittering]" " Forever!" "[Sam laughs] How cool was that?" "I was like, blam, blam!" "Alien dudes flying' all over." "Just like my dad's stories." "Sam, listen to me." "This helmet is just too dangerous for you to keep." "What?" "You saw me in there." "So did everyone in the galaxy, thanks to those cameras." "You just drew a big, fat target on your head." "And yet I see no such target." " [chimes]" " Hey, I'm getting a signal." "The last time that happened, it was a message from my dad." "Or it could be a trap." "Do you know how many lowlifes wanna get their hands on that helmet?" "What are you looking at us for?" "I have to find him." "I'm sorry, Sam, but I can't let you go." "You don't know that's your dad." "But I know that you're not my dad." "[Quill] Sam, wait!" "No worries." " I've planted a tracker on his helmet." " [beeping]" "What, you think I'm gonna let ten million units just fly away?" "[Samuel] Now, just have to follow the signal... [whimpers] right into the ground!" "[cries out]" "Coolest helmet in the galaxy." "[grunts] Huh?" "Sorry." "[guards groaning]" "Dad?" "[Mantis] I was told your powers would be impressive." "You're not my dad." "I am Mantis, Celestial Protg of the Universal Believers." " You sent me a distress signal?" " An invitation." "I believe you are destined for greatness, Samuel." "Wait." "How do you know my name?" "The Patriarch is eager to meet you." "Come with me, and our wise and powerful leader will reveal all." "Thanks, but no, thanks." "I've got more important stuff to do." "The Patriarch believes he can lead you to your father, Samuel." "Huh." "Something tells me he went down." "[all grunt]" "Sam's combat skills are improving." "[Gamora] The guards might not be so pleased." "They're Spartax military, but I don't recognize this facility." "I am Groot?" "Good point." "Only two guards for a joint this big?" "When you believe, numbers are unimportant." "Sam, you cannot trust this lady or any of her loony kind." "Funny." "That's just what she said about you guys." "She can help me find my dad." "She's lying." "She just wants your helmet." "I need no other's power, for I believe." "Behold!" "Uh, that is a lot of Belief batteries." "[all gasp, grunt] [all grunt] [all straining]" "Prepare to be crushed under the weight of Belief." "[grunts] That's some heavy belief." "Aahh!" "[Groans] [all grunting]" "Feel the power of Belief, un-believers!" "[all grunting, crying out]" "Sam, dude, friends don't let friends get crushed by nutjobs." "You sure this is necessary?" "Answer me this first, Samuel." "Do you believe they have treated you as a friend?" "Well, they did try to steal my helmet, and scare me by getting into a fight." "That doesn't mean that you have to crush them." "Not at all." "I merely intend to hold them and allow you to consult the Patriarch." "Seek him out at these coordinates." "Only the Patriarch knows the path to your father." "I believe you will do whatever it takes to find him." "[grunts] Don't fall for her mojo, kid!" "[yells]" "Aahh!" "In this facility, my "mojo," as you put it, is more powerful than ever." "[all crying out] [grunts] So what are Belief batteries doing in a Spartax military base?" "[grunts]" "Haven't you guessed?" "The Spartax military created the Believers." "After your interference towards my plans to eliminate the Empror" "I was taken not to prison, but to this top secret lab, along with other mentally enhanced captives." "They extracted our psychic powers and converted them into raw energy." "[screaming] I thought we were being punished." "Until the Patriarch enlightened us [groans]" "With the true power of Belief." "Now that energy is stored here, where it can be channeled and molded at will by all who believe." "[grunts] So let me get this straight." "Any loser who believes can access the power of those batteries?" "Yes." "That is the wonder of Belief." "Then I believe I can kick your butt!" "[grunts]" "No!" "The power cannot be abused by un-believers." "We believe otherwise!" "[karate yells]" "Aw, man!" "I don't believe this!" "And that is why you will fail!" "[all] I believe there is safety in numbers." "[yelling]" "[grunts] [grunting]" "I am Groot!" "Who wants a stupid Belief weapon anyway?" "[grunts]" "We do." "And so does Mantis." "[grunts]" "[grunts] If I can't have a Belief weapon, then nobody will!" "[grunting]" "I believe you lose, lady." "I am Groot." "Now tell us where you sent Sam." "And who is this "Patriarch"?" "[grunts] I still believe I will triumph!" "Oh, I believe I know exactly who he is." "[guards grunt]" "Sorry... again." "[guards groaning]" "Hello, Samuel." "I've wanted to meet you for a long time." "How do you know who I am?" "You're Jesse Alexander's son, aren't you?" "You know where to find my dad?" "I know a great deal about the Nova Centurions." "They're something of a..." "Of a hobby of mine." "Really?" "That hobby end you up in here?" "You don't have to trust me, Samuel." "But with your power, you don't have to fear me either." "Free me, and I believe I can find your father." "[Quill] Not gonna happen, Dad." "Wait." "The Patriarch is your dad?" "J'Son of Spartax is many things." "And you can't trust any of them." "I am Groot." "I'm impressed, Dad." "Why imprison your enemies when you can brainwash them into your loyal servants?" "[thud] [grunts]" "The Guardians destroyed all your Belief Batteries, Patriarch." "But the Believers will rise again!" "Forget it, bug lady." "The Believers are history." "Haven't I taught you anything, son?" "History is written by the victors." "Says the guy rotting in a prison cell." "Says the guy who empowered the Believers and led them to revive an ancient being known as Warlock, who will empower me to bring peace to the galaxy, with an empire a thousand times greater than the one you took away from me!" "All while rotting in this very prison cell." "Yeah, well, not anymore." "I tipped off the current empress, your daughter Victoria." "Remember her?" "Let's just say your next prison cell is gonna make this one look like a palace." "Meantime, take one step out of this cell, and I blast your royal heinie." "I guess there will be no Alexander family reunion after all." "Pity." "Don't listen to him, Sam." "Remember how I told you the galaxy's a dangerous place?" "Well, my dad is the most dangerous guy in it." "Yeah, I get it." "You hate your dad." "But I don't hate mine." "And all this junk has gotten me no closer to finding him." "The choice is yours, Samuel." "Who do you believe?" "I'm so sorry." "[all grunt]" "[all groaning]" "Well chosen, Samuel." "Nothing can deter a loving son from finding his father." "You, of all people, should know that, Peter." "You are aiding the escape of a convicted felon of Spartax." "Halt, or we will open fire." "Peter, we couldn't stop them, and we have no way to trace them." "Heh." "Don't be so... [beeping]" "Oh, flarg!" "Krutackin' kid disabled my tracker!" "This isn't over, Dad." "Not by a long shot."