02x22 - Another One Bites the Dust

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Peter Quill, you must awaken!

Gamora!

Gamora, you must...

- Hey! What the...
- I am Groot?

Dunno. Maybe Warlock's gotta go
to the little cosmic beings' room.

Apologies, my friends.
This could not wait.

Sorry, Adam. I'm a light sleeper.

I have sensed a change
in the Centurion helmets.

All five of them are now active.

The what with the who now?

The super-powered Nova helmets?

The ones your worthless
krutacker dad stole?

If all five are now active,
then J'Son has found his army.

I must go to the helmets.

What? No! No! No way!

That is the one place
you absolutely should not go.

It is not a matter of choice, Peter.
I must go to them.

No one is going
anywhere near those helmets.

My dad is easily the most
evil dude in the galaxy.

And I've met Thanos!

I sense that you have
unresolved family issues.

It doesn't take an all-powerful
cosmic being to figure that out.

Still, no helmet hunting!

We're gonna tell
the Nova Corps about this,

then fly as far and as fast as we can

in the exact opposite direction.

He's already gone, isn't he?

Easy on the throttle, Quill.

The ship'll blow a reductor
before you catch up to him.

Well, then, you better
dig out a spare reductor!

Almost in range.

Got him!

I'll haul him in. You
lay a course for "outta here"

before my dad
and his glee club find us.

J'Son's club does not appear gleeful.

Ahh... In fact,

they appear quite deadly.

The Black Order?
That's the best my dad could do?

Ehh, a good evil army is hard to find.

Stay away from my friends,
J'Son of Spartax!

I know who you are!

You also know your powers are useless
against the Centurion helmets.

And our helmets won't work
against you either.

We can't harm you, Warlock,
and you can't harm us.

But I can.

We didn't come here to fight, Peter.

We came to help the Warlock
rid the galaxy of evil.

We share the same goal.

If we can bring order
and safety to the galaxy,

all of us will benefit.

Funny. I thought you were only
interested in benefitting yourself.

You've never understood
the Spartaxian way, Peter.

This is our family's strength.

We master the elements to bring
order out of chaos... for everyone.

- I'm listening.
- But didn't you say

that he was the most
evil dude in the galaxy?

Just follow my lead.

If you really, truly want
to rid the galaxy of evil,

then maybe we should
all work together, and...

- Psych!
- Peter!

- What do you think you're doing?
- Well, let's see.

I took your Element Blaster,
and now I'm using it

to encase all of your g*ons in lava.

Oh, and you too.
Cease this foolishness!

I don't understand
the meaning of "psych."

I'll explain later. Go!

Quill, Warlock, come in!

You're much more cooperative
when you're unconscious, son.

- I am Groot!
- I know we gotta

patch up the coolant system before
we can hyper-warp after 'em!

Quill and Warlock will be on the
far side of the galaxy by then.

Perhaps there is another way.

Peter Quill!

I am glad to see you are unharmed.

Yes, Peter, especially since I took
your Element Blaster from you.

And make sure he isn't carrying
any other weapons.

Yes, Patriarch.

What? I'm totally unarmed.

Psych again!

What in the blazes...

Well done, Peter Quill.

Again, I am confused by your
use of this term "psych."

Mask broken...

Peter, do not worry!

I will get you
to a breathable atmosphere.

It is all right. We are safe.

Not for long, though.

With those helmets, my dad and his g*ons
can find you anywhere in the universe.

I am unable to heal your mask.

Its technology is unknown to me.
Is it important?

Only if I wanna breathe in space.

Which means we can't leave this planet.

This familiar-looking planet.

At least the optics still work.

Sweet! I know where we are!

There's an old Ravager hideout
over in that valley.

All we have to do
is get there and call for help

before the helmet squad finds us.

Spread out. Form a perimeter.

They won't get far.

They're here already.
That was fast. And flarg!

If I tap into the dark energies of my
gem, I will be able to fight them.

It is our only chance.

No! You're not going dark!

There's another way to fight
them without getting all evil.

Adam Warlock...

it's time to learn the Power of Psych!

♪ Gotta, gotta get back
Gotta, gotta get back ♪

♪ Gotta, gotta get back
Gotta, gotta get back ♪

♪ Gotta, gotta get back
Gotta, gotta get back ♪

♪ Gotta, gotta get back
to my side of the universe ♪

♪ My intentions are good,
got my friends by my side ♪

♪ Wherever I've been,
you know I've learned a lot ♪

Ugh!

♪ But now it's time
I find my own rock ♪

♪ I got friends ♪

♪ Yeah, I got friends ♪

♪ I got friends,
but now I gotta get back ♪

♪ To the place that I left behind ♪

♪ Gotta, gotta get back ♪

Psych! You lose!

Ah, you learn well, my pupil.

I had an excellent teacher.

You have done so much, Peter Quill.

Protecting me, teaching me,
and trusting me.

You have my eternal gratitude.

Oh, come on, man.
Don't get all weepy on me.

You're one of us. You're a Guardian.
You're family.

And we know how
you value family, Peter.

Playtime is over, Warlock.

If I can't have you as an ally,

then I'll use you as a w*apon.

Now fight back!

Unleash your dark power,
or your friend...

your family... will perish.

Are you just going to stand there
and watch your friend suffer?

Only you have the power
to stop me, Warlock.

Use it! Use your dark
power to save him.

Don't do it, Adam.

You'll release uncontrollable evil!

Nothing is uncontrollable.
Not if you have the will.

Stop! Stop it!

Stop it!

Okay. Well, that's new.

Stop it!

My plan worked. There is an
old saying among our people.

"If the Destroyer
will not come to the Warlock,

then the Warlock must come
to the Destroyer."

It is a very literal saying.

Ugh! Two of 'em.

I wish they would eat me,
just to end the t*rture.

Adam, you remember Xeron.

The Destroyer,
Keeper of the Sacred Beacon

and sole defender of our people
against the evil of the Dark Warlock.

Please, Xeron, you must send me back.

J'Son will destroy Peter Quill.
Send me back now!

The purpose of the Beacon
is to summon you.

It cannot send you away.

Right, 'cause that would make
too much krutackin' sense!

But J'Son was hurting Quill, trying
to make me use my dark power.

He hurt him over and over.

Wow. I'm sorry I missed that.

- I am Groot!
- Ah, relax.

J'Son ain't gonna b*at up on Quill
if Warlock ain't there to see it.

Quill's fine. Probably.
Besides, with those helmets,

they could sniff out Golden Boy
here anywhere in the universe.

They're gonna be coming after
him, if they ain't here already.

Rocket's right, Adam.
We need a plan to fight J'Son,

but we can't risk having you go dark.

You're right, Gamora.

We will fight them as Quill taught
me... with the Power of Psych!

Oh, this is worse than going dark.
He's gone Quill.

When we fled the Black Order, Quill
and I bested them through deception,

- leading them into traps.
- Okay, traps I get.

We don't got a lot
to work with, though.

Hmm? The helmets
are connected to Warlock...

and Warlock's connected to the Beacon.

Maybe I can eliminate the middleman.

Does he mean use the Beacon
to summon the helmets?

It is improbable, but so is he.

Warlock, I need you
to stall 'em for me.

Make 'em chase you around until
I can rejigger this whatsis.

That "whatsis" is an ancient
artifact of my people,

which I am sworn to protect.

Don't get all worked up about it.

You'll get it back. Just unplug my
hack, and it'll be good as new.

Come on, Gammy. You're driving.

How will I know when
you are done rejiggering?

Oh, you'll know. Just keep 'em
busy as long as possible.

Drax the Destroyer
will protect you, Warlock.

Xeron the Destroyer will
protect the Warlock as well!

That sounds so wrong
coming out of my mouth.

Where are we going?

Wherever Warlock ain't.
And go easy on the engines.

I had to replace the coolant
with Moomba milk.

Where'd you get that from?

From the Moomba. Duh!

Hey! I am so glad to see you guys.
You have no idea.

I bet you've got an amazing rescue
plan cooked up. Please? Right?

Guys? Please, guys?

Eh, hold that thought, Quill.

We will retrieve the Warlock,
Patriarch.

What are your little friends
up to, Peter?

Black Dwarf, Ebony Maw,
go back and take out that ship.

As you command, Patriarch.

Hey, we're trying to work down here!

It's not me. Two of J'Son's
lackeys didn't take the bait.

Rocket, what's wrong with the blasters?

Nothing. I wouldn't use
the targeting computer, though.

We had to scrap it for parts.

So I'm in a dogfight with no
blasters and dicey engines?

You're the most dangerous
woman in the galaxy. Figure it out!

How long can you keep this up, Warlock?

What about your friends?

Your efforts are futile, Destroyer!

You face more than
one Destroyer this day.

Even Destroyers
can be destroyed, Proxima.

Perhaps not as easily
as it appears, Corvus.

You will pay for your insolence!

Rocket, how much longer
do I have to keep this up?

- Two more minutes!
- That's what you said two minutes ago!

We've lost them!

You clumsy oaf!

I'll show you clumsy!

Aaahhh!

I just bought you two more minutes.

Look at them, Warlock.

All this pain, all this
suffering, because of you.

But you have the power
to end this right now.

Use your darkness!

You don't have to listen to him, Adam.

Hey, I don't listen to him,
and he's my dad!

You win. I can't watch
you hurt them anymore.

I won't use my dark power, but I'll
do whatever else you ask of me.

Very well. I'll spare Peter,

if you destroy Drax and Xeron.

Take time to decide.

You have exactly as long
as my son can hold his breath.

Peter Quill! No!

Make your choice, Warlock.

You can save Peter, if you destroy
your friends on the ground below.

Warlock, Rocket says he
needs just a little more time.

I'm sorry. There's no time left.

Adam, what did you do?

I didn't have any choice!

But you did have a choice.
You chose freedom and power.

You destroyed your friends,
and deep down, you enjoyed it.

Psych.

I didn't destroy them.
I absorbed them into my gem.

Your trickery accomplished nothing
for your friends, Warlock!

On the contrary. It bought them time.

Special delivery, ya krutackers!

I rejiggered the Summoning
Beacon to summon helmets.

Ha! Without your helmets,
it is now a fair fight.

Who said anything about fair?

I may not have my helmet,
but I can still fight.

But you cannot win.

You'll find I'm not a man
who accepts defeat easily.

Aw, man! You again?

Me again.

Why are you hitting yourself?

Oh, well... Ow! Come on!
You didn't... Ow!

Looks like we're missing the party.

Huh?

I am Groot!

Go help Quill.

Ow! Ow!

I'm so sorry, Peter Quill.

Let me heal your wounds.

Where's my dad?

Whoo.

Still, totally worth it!

Back it up, uglies.

Hey, Quill, what do you
wanna do with these krutackers?

Let's turn 'em all over to Nova Corps.
I'm not taking any chances.

But I am taking
my dad's Element Blaster.

Quill, the Beacon!

In case you've forgotten,

as long as I hold this Beacon,
I'm invulnerable to att*ck.

Okay. Well, clearly, we've got a
standoff here. Maybe we can make a deal.

There's no standoff here, Peter.

I'm in control. I win. I make the deal.

Aaahhh!

Here's what's going to happen.

Your little friend here is going
to give in to his darkness

so I can control that power
and rule the universe.

- That's the only way that this will end.
- No! There is... another way.

Yes, okay. Everybody aim your weapons,

and Adam will spit 'em out right here.

Adam?

Adam?

Aahh!

Call me Magus.

What the flarg just happened?

Absorbing J'Son corrupted
Warlock's gem completely.

I told you my dad was the
most evil dude in the galaxy.

Then the Warlock must be destroyed!

Xeron!

All hail the Warlock!

How may we serve you, Master?

Fools! I have no need
of sycophants or lackeys.

And no patience
for self-styled Guardians.

From this moment forward,
I alone rule the galaxy!

Any chance you're gonna
follow that with "psych"?