Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2

BLACK:

O.S. “BRANDY” by LOOKING GLASS PLAYS.

EXT. FORD COBRA MUSTANG - DAY

SUPER:
MISSOURI

EARTH:

1980

OVERHEAD SHOT:
A ‘79 Cobra winds alongside the MissouriRiver, past swaying loosestrife, vibrant sugar maples, andoily self-pump gas stations. A hazy sun glints off the hoodof the Cobra which, like its descendant the Milano, is orangeand teal.

We MOVE DOWN AND IN on a fresh-faced girl of 18 in thepassenger seat: MEREDITH QUILL. As “Brandy” blasts from thecar stereo, she pushes her fine, feathered hair from hermouth, and sings along, out-of-tune -

MEREDITH:

Do do do do do do do do do do do!

The driver, a MYSTERIOUS MAN in his 30’s, dressed in sleek,

mod attire, LAUGHS.

Meredith LAUGHS too. She SINGS and dances with abandon in

her seat. She’s a lively goofball, and it’s apparent wherePeter Quill received much of his personality.

EXT. DAIRY QUEEN/WOODS - MOMENTS LATER

The Cobra pulls beside this Dairy Queen in a desolate area.

EXT. WOODS BEHIND DAIRY QUEEN - MOMENTS LATER

The Mysterious Man helps Meredith down the steep hillsideinto the woods. “Brandy” continues to play on the car stereoin the lot behind them. Meredith GIGGLES.

MYSTERIOUS MAN:

This way, my river lily.

MEREDITH:

Where are you taking me?

The Mysterious Man shows her a STRANGE SPROUT nestled amongst

the trees.

A few inches tall and decidedly alien in nature, its delicatelimbs twist and turn in a complex pattern.

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MEREDITH (CONT’D)

Oh. It’s beautiful.

The Mysterious Man looks proudly at Meredith. With a

perpetually excited glint in his eye, and the air of a self-

empowerment guru, he is an intoxicating presence.

MYSTERIOUS MAN:

I was afraid it wouldn’t take to

the soil, but it rooted quickly.

He nods toward the sky between the branches above.

MYSTERIOUS MAN (CONT’D)

Soon it will be everywhere - allacross the universe, fulfillinglife’s one true purpose.

MEREDITH:

Which is what?

MYSTERIOUS MAN:

Expansion.

The Mysterious Man takes her in his arms. He gazes into her

eyes. She grows almost teary.

MEREDITH:

I’m not sure what you’re talkingabout. But I like the way you sayit.

MYSTERIOUS MAN:

My heart is yours, Meredith Quill.

MEREDITH:

I can’t believe I fell in love with

a spaceman.

And they KISS, with passion, and love. “DO DO DO DO DO DO DO

DO DO DO DO!” sings Looking Glass as SOURCE BECOMES SCORE and

we TILT DOWN to the plant. It TWITCHES AND GROWS AND TWISTS.

We PUSH IN ON IT, where we see the plant is made, not only ofcellulose and leaves, but of a BRIGHT COSMIC LIGHT. And we

KEEPING PUSHING IN, INTO THE PLANT ITSELF, more FLESH-LIKE

than you’d imagine, where COLORFUL BACTERIA OVERCOMES US as

“BRANDY” DISTORTS AND TRANSFORMS into something epic.

O.S. A CRACK OF INTERDIMENSIONAL THUNDER

SUPER:
34 Years Later

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EXT. THE SOVEREIGN - OUTER SPACE

An artificial, golden planet, made of interlocking orbs,

revolves around a blue sun.

We PUSH IN on THUNDEROUS INTERDIMENSIONAL CRACKS on one small

patch of planet.

SUPER:
THE SOVEREIGN

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I/E. POWER STATION - DAY

A DIMENSIONAL CRACK SNAPS in the sky overhead. PETER QUILL

looks from it to an old MATTEL ELECTRONICS FOOTBALL GAME

converted into a tracker. A RED DOT APPROACHES.

QUILL:

Showtime, a-holes! It’ll be here

any minute!

GAMORA (O.S.)

Which will be its loss.

Quill turns toward GAMORA, loading a rifle. DRAX, ROCKET,

and BABY GROOT also ready themselves for battle in thisgrand, open-air power station. Dozens of BATTERIES arecouched in conductor towers encircling them. Quill, Gamora,

and Rocket wear flying rigs.

QUILL:

Is that a rifle?

GAMORA:

You don’t know what a rifle is?

QUILL:

I thought your thing was a sword.

GAMORA:

We’ve been hired to stop aninterdimensional beast from feedingon those batteries’ energy, and I’mgoing to stop it with a sword?

QUILL:

(mumbling to himself)

Don’t look at me like I’m stupid.

You’re the one being allinconsistent.

A LOUDER, LARGER CRACK: something seems to be fighting itsway through the sky.

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GAMORA:

Drax, why aren’t you wearing one ofRocket’s aero-rigs?

DRAX:

It hurts.

GAMORA:

Hurts?

DRAX:

(muttering)

I have sensitive nipples.

Rocket, who is working on a pair of speakers wired to Quill’sWalkman, LAUGHS HARD at this. Drax points at him.

DRAX (CONT’D)

What about him?! What’s he doing?!

ROCKET:

If I finish this, we can listen to

tunes while we work.

DRAX:

How is that a priority?

ROCKET:

Blame Quill! He’s the one who loves

music so much!

QUILL:

I agree with Drax. It’s hardly

important right now.

ROCKET:

Oh, sure, okayyyy, Quill.

Rocket WINKS at him.

QUILL:

No, I really agree with him.

ROCKET:

Sure, I know.

Rocket WINKS some more.

DRAX:

I can clearly see you winking.

ROCKET:

Damn. I’m using my left eye?

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Rocket hears a small GROWL.

He looks down and sees Baby Groot - newly unpotted, only nine

inches tall or so - angrily THROWING ASIDE some foraging

Orloni. Then he looks up at Rocket, explaining:

GROOT:

I am Groot.

ROCKET:

They were not looking at you funny.

AN EVEN LARGER CRACK!

Rocket swirls as a GIGANTIC BEAST - a hundred-foot-longLovecraftian monstrosity - BREAKS THROUGH THEINTERDIMENSIONAL RIFT. THE ABILISK is the color of a pinkie

mouse with kaleidoscopic and deadly SPLATTER MATTER pulsingfrom its maw.

ROCKET (CONT’D)

Well. That’s intense.

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