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Transformers: the Movie Transcript

Transcript of the 2007 live-action movie by Blackjack, as it is filmed.
Reading Key:
Italics means that the dialogue is spoken in a foreign language and is translated. I also use it for locations subtitled in the movie.
<These brackets> means that the dialogue is spoken, but it's unsubtitled or growling.
[These brackets] mean that the guy is shouting or growling or making some indistinct noise.
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Prologue:

Optimus Prime: Before time began, there was the Cube. We know not where it comes from, only that it holds the power to create worlds and fill them... with life. That is how our race was born. For a time, we lived in harmony. But like all great power, some wanted it for good, others for evil. And so began the war. A war that ravaged our planet until it was consumed by death, and the Cube... was lost to the far reaches of space. We scattered across the galaxy, hoping to find it, and rebuild our home. Searching every star, every world. And just when all hope seemed lost, message of a new discovery drew us to an unknown planet called... Earth.

Transformers

Optimus Prime: But we were already too late.

Act One:

Qatar — The Middle East. Present Day

Figueroa: Oh, God, five months of this. I can't wait to get a little taste of home. A plate of mama's alligators étouffée... Mmm.

Epps: You've been talking about barbecued 'gators and crickets for the last two weeks. I'm never going to your mama's house, Fig. I promise.

Figueroa: But Bobby, Bobby-

Epps: I'm never going to your mama's house.

Figueroa: Bobby, 'gators are known to have the most succulent meat.

Epps: I understand.

Figueroa: [speaks in Spanish]

Epps: [mimics Figueroa's Spanish words] English, please. English.

Lennox: I don't- I mean, how many times have we- we don't speak Spanish. I told you that.

Figueroa: Why you got to ruin it for me, man? That's my heritage. [Speaks in Spanish]

Lennox: Fine. Go with the Spanish. Whatever.

Donnelly: Hey, you guys remember weekends? Huh? The Sox at Fenway. Cold hotdog and a flat beer.

Epps: Perfect day.

Figueroa: What about you, Captain? You got a perfect day?

Lennox: Nah, I just can't wait to hold my baby girl for the first time.

Soldiers: Awww...

Donnelly: He's adorable.

Epps: That's too-

Lennox: Shut up.

Base Soldiers: [various chatter]

Epps: Hey, I'm ready to do this. Hey, any of y'all grow some balls, come see me on the court, man.

Soldier: Hey, hey!

Epps: Watch this crossover, baby. Like Jordan in his prime, pushing through the front line.

Figueroa: Step aside, ladies.

Soldier: Oh, man.

Soldier: What? Oh-

Mahfouz: Lennox!

Lennox: Hey, how you doing?

Mahfouz: Water?

Lennox: Oh, thank you. Are you gonna help me with the gear?

Radar officer: Colonel Sharp, we have an inbound unidentified infiltrator, 10 miles out.

Sharp: Unidentified aircraft, you are in restricted US military airspace. Squawk ident and proceed east out of the area. Raptors one and two, snap to heading two-five-zero to intercept. Bogie is in the weeds ten miles out, not squawking. Unidentified aircraft, we will escort you to US SOCCENT airbase. If you do not comply, we will use deadly force.

F22 Pilot: Copy the bogie. Tail forty-five hundred X-ray.

Officer: Sir, says here 4500 X was shot down three months ago. Afghanistan.

Sharp: That's got to be a mistake. Check again, then recheck.

Officer: I did, sir. A friend of mine was on that chopper.

Officer: Unidentified aircraft, we will escort you to US SOCCENT airbase.

Sharp: Radar, where's the inbound?

Officer: Bogie's five miles out, sir.

Lennox: My wife on?

Soldier:: Yes, Captain.

Lennox: Ahahaha! My ladies!

Sarah: Look.

Lennox's Daughter: [baby noises]

Lennox: Oh, my goodness. Look at her. She's getting so big. Look at those cheeks. I just wanna chew on them. Baby, we made a good-looking kid. I know that people say that all the time, but... Wow, we made one good-looking kid. Nice work.

Sarah: She has your laugh.

Lennox: She laughed?

Lennox's Daughter: [baby noises]

Sarah: Her first one, yeah.

Lennox: You la- you sure she didn't just fart?

Sarah: No, she's a lady.

Lennox's Daughter: [starts crying]

Sarah: She doesn't know you yet, but she will.

Sharp: Forty-five hundred X. Something's not right.

Soldiers: [various chatter]

Officer: Bogie's on the deck.

Radar: Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Radar's jammed. It's coming from the chopper.

Sarah: Will?

Lennox: Sarah? Hey, Sarah, if you can hear me, I love you and I'll be home soon. Damn. [Sighs]

Soldier: To the right. Go to the right.

Soldier: Check fire. [indistinct chatter]

Sharp: MH-53 pilot, power down now. Have your crew step out or we will kill you.

Soldier: Hold your fire! Stand by to engage!

Sharp: My god.

Lennox: [grunting]

Epps: They bombed the antenna farm! We're under attack!

Blackout: [electronic rumbling and screeching]

Sharp: Go! Move! Move!

Sharp: It's going after the files! Cut the hard lines!

Officer: I need a key! It's locked!

Sharp: Move! Move! Uh!

Lennox: Here, come here! Come here!

Mahfouz: [squealing]

Blackout [speaks in Cybertronian]

Soldiers: [shouting]

Lennox: Here, hide in here!

Figueroa: Oh, my God. Okay.

Epps: No!

Blackout: [speaks in Cybertronian]

Epps: Oh! Oh-

Blackout: [speaks in Cybertronian]

Epps: What the f-

Blackout: [speaks in Cybertronian]

Lennox: Epps, let's go!

Blackout: [electronic rumbling]

Scorponok: [screeching]

Soldiers: [dying screams]

Act Two:

Students: [chattering]

Mr Hosney: Okay, mister Witwicky, you're up.

Sam: Sorry, I got a lot of stuff.

Trent: Watch this.

Sam: Oh-kay. For my family genea- ah-

Students: [laughing]

Mr Hosney: Who did- who did that? People! Responsibility.

Sam: Okay. Um.

Students: [chortling]

Sam: So, for my family genealogy report, I decided to do it on my great-great-grandfather, who was a famous man, Captain Archibald Witwicky. Very famous explorer. In fact, he was one of the first... to explore... the Arctic Circle, which is a big deal. In 1897, he took forty one brave sailors straight into the Arctic Shelf.

Archibald: Move faster, men! Move! Chop! Heave!

Sailor: The ice is freezing faster than it's melting!

Archibald: Chop faster!

Sailor: Got to chop faster or we'll be stuck!

Archibald: Heave, men! Heave! No sacrifice, no victory! We'll get to the Arctic Circle, lads!

Sam: So that's the story, right? And here we have some of the basic instruments and tools used by nineteenth century seamen.

Students: [laughing]

Sam: This here is the quadrant, which you can get for eighty bucks. It's all for sale, by the way. Like the, uh, the sextant here.

Students: [laughing]

Sam: Fifty dollars for this, which is a bargain. These are pretty cool. These are my grandfather's glasses. I haven't quite gotten them appraised yet, but they've seen many cool things.

Mr Hosney: Are you going to sell me his liver? Mr. Witwicky, this isn't show and sell. It's the eleventh grade. I don't think your grandfather would be particularly proud of what you're doing.

Sam: I know. I'm sorry. I just, you know, this is all going towards my car fund. You can tell your folks. It's on eBay. I take PayPal. Cold hard cash works, too.

Students: [laughing]

Sam: And the compass makes a- a great gift for Columbus Day.

Mr Hosney: Sam!

Sam: Sorry. Um, unfortunately, my great-great-grandfather, the genius that he was, wound up going blind and crazy in a psycho ward, drawing these strange symbols and babbling on about some, uh, giant ice man that he thought he'd discovered.

Mr Hosney: Okay. Might be a pop quiz tomorrow. Might not. Sleep in fear tonight.

Sam: Here, you want? Here, fifty. Forty? Thirty?

Mr Hosney: Sam?

Sam: Yeah. Sorry, sorry. Okay. Pretty good, right?

Mr Hosney: Uh... I'd say a solid B-minus.

Sam: A B-minus?

Mr Hosney: You were hawking your great-grandfather's crap in my classroom.

Sam: No, kids enjoy- Look, can you do me a favor?

Mr Hosney: What?

Sam: Can you look out the window for a second? You see my father? He's the guy in the green car.

Mr Hosney: Nh. Yeah.

Sam: Okay, I wanna tell you about a dream. A boy's dream. And a man's promise to that boy. He looked at me in the eye. He said, "Son, I'm gonna buy you a car. But I want you to bring me two thousand dollars, and three As." Okay? I got the two thousand dollars and I got two As. Okay? Here's the dream. Your B-minus. Poof. Dream gone. Kaput. Sir, just ask yourself, what would Jesus do?

Sam: Yes! Yes, yes.

Ron: So?

Sam: A-minus. It's an A, though.

Ron: Wait, wait, wait. I can't see. It's an A.

Sam: So I'm good?

Ron: You're good.

Ron: I got a little surprise for you, son.

Sam: What kind of s-

Ron: Yeah, a little surprise.

Sam: No. No, no, no, no! Dad! Oh, you got to be kidding me.

Ron: Yeah. I am. You're not getting a Porsche. [laughs]

Sam: You think that's funny?

Ron: Yeah, I think it's funny.

Sam: What's wrong with you?

Ron: You think I'd really get you a Porsche? For your first car?

Sam: I don't want to talk to you for the rest of this whole thing.

Ron: Oh, come on. It's just a practical joke. [laughs]

Sam: It's not a funny joke.

Bolivia: Manny!

Manny: What?

Bolivia: Get your cousin out of that damn clown suit. He's having a heat stroke again. Scaring white folks.

Clown: I'm hot. Makeup's melting. It hurts my eyes. [says something obscured by Sam's voice]

Sam: Here? No, no, no, what is this? You said- you said half a car, not half a piece of crap, dad.

Ron: When I was your age, I'd have been happy with four wheels and an engine.

Sam: Okay, let me explain something to you. Okay? You ever see 40-Year-Old Virgin?

Random guy: I'm outta here!

Ron: Yeah.

Sam: Okay, that's what this is. And this is 50-year-old virgin.

Ron: Ah, okay.

Sam: You want me to live that life? Hmm?

Ron: No sacrifice-

Sam: Yeah, no victory.

Ron: No victory.

Sam: You know, I got it. The old Witwicky motto, dad.

Ron: Right.

Bolivia: Gentlemen. Bobby Bolivia, like the country, except without the runs. [laughs] How can I help you?

Ron: Well, my son here... looking to buy his first car.

Bolivia: You come to see me?

Sam: I had to.

Bolivia: That practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B, baby. Uncle Bobby B.

Sam: Sam.

Bolivia: Sam, let me talk to you. Sam, your first enchilada of freedom awaits underneath one of those hoods. Let me tell you something, son. A driver don't pick the car. The car'll pick the driver.

Sam: Mm.

Bolivia: It's a mystical bond between man and machine. Son, I'm a lot of things, but a liar's not one of them.

Sam: Mm.

Bolivia: Especially not in front of my mammy. That's my mammy. Hey, Mammy! Ooh, don't be like that. If I had a rock, I'd bust your head, bitch. I tell you, man, she deaf, you know? [laughs] Well, over here, every piece of car a man might want or need.

Sam: This ain't bad. This one's got racing stripes.

Bolivia: Yeah. It got racing- Yeah, what's this? What the heck is this? I don't know nothing about this car. Manny!

Manny: What?

Bolivia: What is this? This car! Check it out!

Manny: I don't know, boss! I've never seen it! That's loco!

Bolivia: Don't go Ricky Ricardo on me, Manny! Find out!

Sam: Feels good.

Manny: [speaks in Foreign tongue]

Ron: How much?

Bolivia: Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick wheels and the custom paint job...

Sam: Yeah, but the paint's faded.

Bolivia: Y-yeah, but it's custom.

Sam: It's custom faded?

Bolivia: Well, this is your first car. I wouldn't expect you to understand. Five grand.

Ron: No, I'm not paying over four. Sorry.

Bolivia: Kid, come on, get out. Get out the car.

Sam: No, no, no. You said cars pick their drivers.

Bolivia: Well, sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap-ass father. Out the car. [coughs] Now, this one here for four Gs is a beaut.

Ron: There's a Fiesta with racing stripes over there.

Sam: No, I don't want a Fiesta with racing stripes.

Bolivia: This is a classic engine right here. I sold a car the other day-

Ron: Geez. Holy cow.

Bolivia: No, no, no. No worries.

Ron: You all right?

Bolivia: I'll get a sledgehammer and knock this right out. Hey, hey, Manny! Get your clown cousin and get some hammers and come bang this stuff out, baby! [laughs]

Bumblebee: Greater than man...

Bolivia: That one's my favorite, drove all the way from Alabamy.

Bumblebee: Go...

Bolivia: Woah!

Ron: Whoa!

Bolivia: [gasping] Four thousand!

Act Three:

Washington, D.C.

Assembled people: [chatters]

Keller: Steve.

Steve: Hello, Mr. Secretary.

Keller: They're so young.

Officer: They're the top subject matter experts, sir. NSA's recruiting right out of high school these days.

Bearded analyst: Guys... that's the Secretary of Defense.

Male analyst: I am so underdressed.

Steve: Ladies and gentlemen, the Secretary of Defense.

Keller: Please be seated. I'm John Keller. Obviously, you're wondering why you're here, so, these are the facts. At 1900 local time yesterday, the SOCCENT Forward Operations Base in Qatar was attacked. So far as we know, there were no survivors. The objective of the attack was to hack our military network. We're not sure exactly what they're after, but we do know that they were cut off during the assault, which would lead us to assume that they're going to try it again. Now, no one's taken responsibility for the attack. And the only real lead we have, so far, is this sound.

Recording: [electronic sound]

Keller: That's the signal that hacked our network. NSA's working at full capacity to analyze it and intercept further communications but we need your help to find out who did this. Now, you've all shown considerable ability in the area of signals analysis. We're on a hair-trigger here, people. The President has dispatched battle groups to the Persian Gulf and Yellow Sea. This is as real as it's ever gonna get. Now I'm gonna leave you to your officer-in-charge. You'll break up into teams and you'll start your work. Good luck. To us all.

Act Four:

Sam: All right, Mojo. I got the car. Now I need the girl. I need money to take out the girl is what I need. Zero bids. [exhales] Great. Broke.

Sam: Come on, Mojo. You want your pain pills? Uh... No. Premature. Good. What's up? Nothing. You know, just driving my car. Driving my car. [uses that breath spray thing] It's like clockwork. All right, I know you get wasted on these things, but if you piss in my bed again, you're sleeping outside. Okay? That's it for today. No more. Crackhead.

Judy: Ron, this one is uneven.

Ron: Yeah. Probably.

Judy: This one is wobbly.

Ron: Yeah. I'll take care of that real soon.

Judy: Couldn't we have hired a professional?

Ron: [laughs sarcastically] Ah, Sam...

Sam: What?

Ron: ...I do not like footprints on my grass.

Sam: What foot- there's no footprints.

Ron: That's why I built my path. So why don't you go from my grass onto my path, okay?

Sam: It's family grass, Dad.

Ron: Well, when you own your own grass, you'll understand.

Sam: This, this, I can't do it anymore.

Judy: What?

Sam: You're putting girl jewelry on a boy dog. He's got enough self-esteem issues as a Chihuahua, Mom.

Judy: That's his bling... I want you home at eleven o'clock!

Sam: Yeah, all right.

Ron: Eleven o'clock!

Judy: Please, for the love of God, drive safely. [gasps]

Ron: Seat belt on!

Judy: Wow. You are so cheap.

Ron: Well, it's his first car. It's supposed to be like that.

Act Five:

Keller: At this time, we can't confirm whether there were any survivors.

Sarah: Oh, my God.

Keller: Our bases worldwide are, as of now, at DEFCON Delta, our highest readiness level.

Sarah: Oh...

Keller: We're dealing with a very effective weapons system that we have not come across before. But our prayers are with the families of the brave men and women-

Sarah: Honey-

Lennox's Daughter: [crying]

Sarah: Daddy's gonna be okay.

Epps: I've never seen a weapons system like. this. The thermal shows this weird aura around the exoskeleton like it's cloaked by some kind of invisible force field.

Donnelly: That's impossible. There's no such thing as invisible force fields except in, like, comic book stuff, right?

Figueroa: Man, I don't know.

Lennox: What is that?

Figueroa: My mama, she had the gift, you know? She saw things. I got the gene, too, you know. And that thing that attacked us? I got a feeling it ain't over.

Donnelly?: How about you use those magic voodoo powers and get us the hell out of here, huh?

Epps: When I took that picture, I think it saw me. It looked right at me.

Lennox: All right, we got to get this thing back to the Pentagon right away. They got to know what we're dealing with here.

Scorponok: [electronic hiss]

Epps: My radio's fried. I got no communication with aerial.

Lennox: Hey, Mahfouz. You know, how far do you live from here?

Mahfouz: Not far. Just up that mountain.

Lennox: Do they have a phone?

Mahfouz: Yes.

Lennox: All right, let's hit it.

Act Six:

Miles: Dude, are you sure we're invited to this party?

Sam: Of course, Miles. It's a lake. Public property.

People: [random chatting]

Sam: Oh, my God. Oh, my God, dude, Mikaela's here. Just don't do anything weird, all right? I'm good, right?

Miles: Yeah, you're good.

Sam: Okay.

Trent: Hey, guys, check it out. Oh, hi. Hey, bro. That car. It's nice. Hey. So, what are you guys doing here?

Sam: We're here to climb this tree.

Trent: I see that. It looks- It looks fun.

Miles: [grunt]

Sam: Yeah.

Trent: You know, I thought I recognized you. You tried out for the football team last year, right?

Football team in flashback: [grunts]

Sam in flashback: [groans]

Coach in flashback: Let's go call your mom.

Sam: Oh, no, no, no, that- No. That wasn't like a... real tryout. I was researching a book I was writing.

Trent: Oh, yeah?

Sam: Yeah.

Trent: Yeah? What's it about? Sucking at sports?

Sam: Haha. No, it's about the link between brain damage and football. No, it's a- it's a good book. Your- Your friends'll love it. You know, it's got mazes in it and, you know, little coloring areas, sections, pop-up pictures. It's a lot of fun.

Trent: That's funny.

Mikaela: Okay, okay. You know what? Stop.

Trent: Hey, guys, I know of a party. Let's go, let's head.

Sam: You got to get out of the tree right now. Get- just get out of the tree right now, please. What are you doing?

Miles: Did you see that dismount? All the chicks were watching.

Sam: You're making me look like an idiot. We both looked like idiots just now.

Mikaela: Hey, how about you let me drive?

Trent: Oh, no. No, no, no. This is not a toy. These twenty-twos, I don't want you grinding them. No. Why doesn't my little bunny just hop in the back seat?

Mikaela: Oh. Oh God, I can't even tell you how much I'm not your little bunny.

Trent: Oh-kay. You'll call me.

Bumblebee: Who's gonna drive you home-

Miles: Hey, man, what's wrong with your radio?

Bumblebee: -tonight?

Sam: I'm gonna drive her home tonight.

Miles: What? She's an evil jock concubine, man. Let her hitchhike.

Bumblebee: [continues playing song in the background]

Sam: She lives ten miles from here, okay? It's my only chance. You got to be understanding here, all right?

Miles: All right. We'll put her in the back. I'll be quiet.

Sam: Did you say, "Put her in the back"?

Miles: I called shotgun.

Sam: Miles, I'm not putting her in the back. You got to get out of my car.

Miles: That's a party foul.

Sam: What rules?

Miles: Our- bros before hos!

Sam: Miles, I'm begging you to get out of my car. Okay?

Miles: You- you can't do this to me.

Sam: You got to get out of my car right now.

Bumblebee: Who's gonna come around-

Sam: Mikaela! It's Sam.

Bumblebee: -when you break?

Sam: Witwicky? I hope I didn't get you stranded or anything. You sure? So, listen, I was wondering if I could ride you home. I mean- give you a ride home in my car, to your house. There you go. [coughs]

Sam: So... uh...

Mikaela: I can't believe that I'm here right now.

Sam: You can duck down if you want. I mean, it won't hurt my feelings.

Mikaela: Oh, no, no, no. I didn't mean- I didn't mean here with you. I just meant here, like, in this situation.

Sam: Oh.

Mikaela: This same situation that I'm always in. 'Cause, I don't know, I guess I just have a weakness for hot guys, for, for tight abs and really big arms.

Sam: Big arms?

Sam: Well, uh, there's a couple new additions in the car. Like, I just put in that light there. And that disco ball. And so the light reflects off the disco ball.

Mikaela: Oh.

Sam: Yeah.

Mikaela: Are you... are you new to school? This year? This your first year?

Sam: Oh, no. No. We've been in the same school since first grade.

Mikaela: Really?

Sam: Yeah.

Mikaela: No.

Sam: Yeah, a long time.

Mikaela: Well, do- do we have any classes together?

Sam: Oh. Yeah, yeah.

Mikaela: Really? Which?

Sam: History. Language arts. Math. Science.

Mikaela: Sam.

Sam: Sam. Yeah.

Mikaela: Sam Wilkicky.

Sam: Wit-wicky.

Mikaela: God, you know what? I'm so sorry. I just-

Sam: No, it's cool.

Mikaela: I just didn't recognize you.

Sam: Yeah, well, I mean, that's understandable. Ah, no, no, no. No. Come on.

Bumblebee: [starts playing music]

Sam: Sorry, I'm just working out the kinks. You know, it's a new car.

Bumblebee: When I get that feeling, I want sexual healing-

Sam: Oh. This radio is, like, you know- It's an old radio, too, so-

Bumblebee: Sexual healing. Sex-u-al.

Sam: Look, this isn't something that I, you know- I can't get this radio to stop. Look, I wouldn't try this on you. You know. 'Cause this is like a romantic, romantic thing that I'm not trying to do.

Mikaela: Uh-huh.

Sam: Not that you're not worthy of trying something like this on.

Bumblebee: [plays I feel good]

Mikaela: No, of course not.

Sam: I'm a friend of yours. I'm not a romantic friend. Romantic friends do this. I mean, I'm not that- that friend. I mean, we- I could be. If-

Bumblebee: Wooooah! Ah feel good!

Mikaela: Just pop the hood.

Sam: Stupid. Shut up, shut up, shut up.

Bumblebee: [electronic squeal]

Sam: Shut up, shut up.

Mikaela: Whoa, nice headers. You've got a high-rise double-pump carburetor. That's pretty impressive, Sam.

Sam: Double-pump?

Mikaela: It squirts the fuel in so you can go faster.

Sam: Oh. I like to go faster.

Mikaela: And it looks like your, ah, your distributor cap's a little... loose.

Sam: Yeah? How did you know that?

Mikaela: Uh, my dad. He was a real grease monkey. He taught me all about this. I could take it all apart, clean it, put it back together.

Sam: That's weird. I just wouldn't peg you for mechanical. Oh my God.

Mikaela: Well, you know, I don't really broadcast it. Guys don't like it when you know more about cars than they do. Especially not Trent.

Sam: Unh.

Mikaela: He hates it.

Sam: Yeah, no, I'm cool with, uh, you know, females working on my engine. I prefer it, actually.

Mikaela: Okay. You want to fire it up for me?

Sam: Oh, yeah, yeah, no problem.

Mikaela: Thanks.

Sam: You know, I was thinking. You know, if Trent's such a jerk, why do you hang out with him?

Mikaela: [exhales] You know what? I'm just, uh, I'm gonna walk. Ah... Good luck with your car.

Sam: All right. Walking's healthy, right? Oh, God, no no no no no no no no no no. Come on, please. Please, you gotta work for me now. Don't let her walk away. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on. Please, please.

Bumblebee: Baby come back!

Sam: Whoo.

Bumblebee: Any kind of fool could see!

Sam: Hey!

Bumblebee: There was something- in everything about you... Baby come back! Yeeaah! You can blame it all on me!

Sam: Hey! Wait a second!

Bumblebee: I was wrong, and I just can't live without you!

Sam: There it is.

Mikaela: I had fun. Um. So, you know, thanks for listening.

Bumblebee: [plays What I've Done]

Sam: Oh, yeah, yeah.

Mikaela: You- you think I'm shallow?

Sam: I think you're... No. No, no, no. I think there's a lot more than meets the eye with you.

Mikaela: Okay. [chuckles]

Sam: Yeah.

Mikaela: All right, I'll see you at school.

Sam: All right.

Sam: That's stupid... that was a stupid line. There's more than meets the eye with you. Stupid. Oh God. [chuckles] Oh my God. I love my car.

Act Seven:

Pentagon — National Military Command Center

Analysts: [chattering]

Bearded analyst: Hey, guys, I think the other team figured it out. Iran.

Male analyst: Come on, man. This is way too smart for Iranian scientists, eh? Think about it.

Spectacled analyst: What do you think, kid? Chinese?

Maggie: No way. This is nothing like what the Chinese are using.

Air Force One

Officer: This is Air Force One. Level of flight, level three-three-zero.

Keller: We will hunt down this enemy. And when we do, we'll know just what to do with them.

Officer: [indistinct chatter]

Passenger: Thank you.

Steward: You're welcome.

Frenzy: [electronic clicks]

Announcer: Apparently, there are
very few survivors...

Tracy: Yes, Mr. President?

President of USA: Yeah, can you wrangle me up some Ding Dongs, darling?

Frenzy: [speaks in Cybertronian]

Female Attendants: [laughing]

Frenzy: [speaks in Cybertronian]

Tracy: I joined the Air Force to bring the man Ding Dongs. I'll be in storage.

Tracy: Oh. Shoot.

Frenzy: [electronic whisper]

Tracy: Oh, gross.

Frenzy: [speaks in Cybertronian]

Woman: [laughs]

Frenzy: What? [Cybertronian chatter]

Maggie: Do you hear that? Are you getting this? I think they're hacking the network again.

Male analyst: Uh-oh.

Frenzy: [speaks in Cybertronian]

Maggie: Oh, my God. This is a direct match to the signal in Qatar. Are you running a diagnostic?

Male analyst: Should I be?

Maggie: Yes, you should.

Male analyst: So I am.

Frenzy: [speaks in Cybertronian]

Maggie: Someone! They're hacking into Air Force One! We need a senior analyst. I think they're planting a virus.

Spectacled officer: A virus?

Maggie: It's streaming right now. They are planting a virus and stealing a whole lot of data from your system at the same time.

Pentagon officer: Code Red. We have a breach. Air Force One, someone onboard has breached the military network.

Agent: I'm in the cargo hold. Clear. Clear.

Frenzy: [speaks in Cybertronian]

Maggie: You got to cut the hard lines.

Spectacled officer: What?

Maggie: Whatever they want, they are getting it.

Pentagon officer: Sir? Permission to take down the Defense Network.

Spectacled officer: Cut all server hard lines now.

Pentagon officer: Cut all server hard lines now.

Frenzy: [speaks in Cybertronian] Eh. Witwicky. [Cybertronian chatter]

Agent: Someone's tampered with the POTUS mainframe. What the hell-

Frenzy: [yells]

Agents: [grunting]

Air force officer: Shots fired in the underdeck. Repeat, shots fired. Crew, prepare for emergency descent.

Frenzy: [speaks in Cybertronian]

Keller: I want our President in that bunker. And I don't want to discuss a damn thing other till that becomes reality. That's our first priority, that's our only priority right now.

Officer: Air Force One is on the ground.

Frenzy: [growls, then makes chittering sounds] Found a clue to the All Spark. Witwicky man - he has seen our language. Witwicky Witwicky search [speaks in Cybertronian] We must find LadiesMan217. Go, go, go.

Act Eight:

Sam: [grunting] Oh, God. No no no no no no no no no no! Hey, that's my car! Hoh- No! No no no no no no [Gasping and grunting] Dad, call the cops!

Sam: Where you going with my car, buddy? Where you going? Hello? 911 emergency! My car has been stolen! I'm in pursuit! Right? I need all units, the whole, the whole squadron. Bring everyone! No, don't ask me questions, all right? My father's the head of the neighborhood watch!

Sam: Oh my God.

Sam: [gasping] My name- is Sam Witwicky. Whoever finds this, my car is alive, okay? You saw that? Since this is my last words on Earth, I just wanna say, Mom, Dad, I love you, and if you find Busty Beauties under my bed, it wasn't mine. I'm holding it for Miles. No, no, wait, that- Okay, that's not true. It's mine and Uncle Charles gave it to me. I'm sorry. Mojo, I love you.

Sam: [shouting] No! No! No! No! My God. No, you're a good dog! Good dog! Good dog! Oh my God. Whoa! Hey, hey, hey, hey! Whoa! All right! Oh! No! No!

Sam: Okay. Please, please don't kill me! I'm sorry! Take the keys! I don't want them! Car's yours!

Sam: Whoa whoa whoa. Listen, listen, listen. Good, you're here.

Police officer: Let me see your hands!

Sam: No, no, no, no! It's not me!

Police officer: Let me see your hands.

Sam: The guy's inside!

Police officer: Shut up! Walk towards the car. Put your head on the hood.

Act Nine:

Officer: Whoever did this finally managed to infiltrate our defense network, which is what they tried to do in Qatar, only this time it worked.

Keller: What did they get?

Officer: We still don't know.

Keller: Talk to me about the virus.

Officer: It's a Spider-bot virus. We're not sure what it's going to do, but it may cripple the system.

Keller: Can we stop it?

Officer: Every time we try an antivirus, it adapts and speeds up. It's like it's not a virus anymore. It's become the system.

Brigham: Obviously the first phase of a major attack against the US. The only countries with this kind of capability are Russia, North Korea, maybe China.

Maggie: I'm sorry, that's not correct.

Brigham: Excuse me, young lady. I didn't see you standing there. You would be who?

Maggie: I'm just the analyst who detected the hack.

Keller: Hold on. It was you? You did it?

Officer: Her team.

Maggie: Sir, I was just trying to say, they hacked your firewall in ten seconds. Okay. Even a supercomputer with a- a brute force attack would take twenty years to do that.

Brigham: Maybe you can explain, then, how our latest satellite imagery shows North Korea doubling its naval activity.

Maggie: Maybe it's a precaution, because isn't that what we're doing? [Soft chuckle] The signal pattern is learning. It's evolving on its own. And you need to move past Fourier transfers and start considering quantum mechanics.

Officer: There is nothing on Earth that complex.

Maggie: What about an organism? A living organism? Maybe some kind of... DNA-based computer? And I- I know that that sounds crazy-

Keller: That's enough. That's enough. We have six floors of analysts working on this thing. Now, if you can find proof to back up your theory, I'm gonna be happy to listen to you. But if you don't get a filter on that brain mouth thing, you're gonna be off the team. You understand?

Act Ten:

Sam: Look, I can't be any clearer than how crystal clear I am being. It just stood up.

Deputy: It just stood up. Wow. It's really neat. Okay, chiefie. Time to fill her up. And no drippy-drippy. What are you rolling? Whippets? Goofballs? A little wowie sauce with the boys?

Sam: No, I'm not on any drugs.

Deputy: What's these? Found it in your pocket. [sniff] Mo-jo. Is that what the kids are doing now? Little bit of Mo-jo?

Sam: Those are my dog's pain pills.

Ron: You know, a chihuahua. A little...

Deputy: What was that?

Sam: Huh?

Deputy: You eyeballing my piece, Fifty Cent? You wanna go? Make something happen. Do it. 'Cause I promise you. I will bust you up.

Sam: Are you on drugs?

Act Eleven:

Qatar — the Middle East

Lennox: Let's hope this telephone line works.

Soldier: Heads up!

Soldier: Heads up! Hey!

Soldier: Heads up! Whoa!

Donnelly: What the heck was that?

Figueroa: [speaks in Spanish]

Donnelly: English, dude. English.

Epps & Lennox: [screaming]

Scorponok: [screeching]

Soldier: Watch out, sir! [indistinct yelling]

Soldier: Open fire! Contact! Contact!

Lennox: Everybody, quiet. Settle.

Epps: Whoa, mother... What the hell-

Scorponok: [screeching]

Donnelly: Ack-

Soldier: Run! Go!

Lennox: Get up! Get up! Come on!

Scorponok: [screeching]

Figueroa: Whoaaaa!

Lennox: Go! Move it!

Villager: [speaking in Arabian]

Scorponok: [screeching]

Soldier: Take cover!

Lennox: Fig! Cover the rear! Cover fire! Move it! Fig, cover the rear! Epps! Cover the rear! Move it! Come on!

Soldier: Give me a mag!

Lennox: Where's your papa? Where's your papa?

Mahfouz: Papa!

Lennox: Sir, I need a telephone. The- the- telephone.

Mahfouz: [speaking in Arabic]

Akram: Telephone-

Lennox: Telephone, telephone, yes!

Figueroa?: Hey, I need a mag! Give me a mag!

Akram: Cell phone!

Lennox: I don't know how to thank you.

Soldier: Fire!

Lennox: This is an emergency Pentagon call! I need you- do you understand? It's an emergency Pentagon... Aaaah! ... I don't have a credit card!

Operator: Sir, the attitude is not going to speed things up any... bit... at all. I'm going to ask you to speak into the mouthpiece very clearly.

Soldiers and Villagers: [indistinct shouting]

Lennox: I'm in the middle of a war! This is- freaking ridiculous!

Soldier: Ammo!

Scorponok: [screeching]

Lennox: Epps, I need a credit card. Epps! Where's your wallet?

Epps: Pocket!

Lennox: Which pocket?

Epps: My back pocket!

Lennox: You got ten back pockets!

Epps: Left cheek! Left cheek! Left cheek! All right, keep shooting! Keep shooting!

Lennox: Okay, it's Visa.

Operator: Also, sir, have you heard about our premium plus world service gold package?

Lennox: No, I don't want a premium package! Epps! Pentagon!

Brigham: Give me a status.

Officer: Sir, we're tracking a Special Ops team under fire in Qatar. They say they're survivors of the base attack.

Keller: Survivors?

Scorponok: [screeching]

Epps: I ain't never seen this in my life! Need gunships on station ASAP!

Officer: Predator's coming up in a minute.

Officer: We're linking the call to the nearest AWACs.

Scorponok: [screeching]

Epps: Unknown, man. I don't- oh, man, if you seen this shit...

Predator controller: Predator ETA two minutes.

Scorponok: [screeching]

Figueroa: Hey! Make way!

Keller: What is that?

Officer: I don't know.

Epps: Whoah- whoa!

Officer: We need air support and we need it now. Roll in strike package Bravo on unknown target. I authenticate Tango Whiskey at time zero-three-hundred Zulu.

Flight officer: Attention, all aircraft. This will be a danger close-fire mission.

Flight officer: Weapons, I just got a call from Falcon Ops. Who's closer to Kill Box One Alpha?

Flight officer: Send the Hogs, sir.

Flight officer: Okay, send the Hogs over to Kill Box One Alpha. It's a danger close-

Flight officer: Switch the Hogs to Kill Box One Alpha, 300 feet danger close.

Flight officer: Friendlies in the area.

Epps: Seven man team north of orange smoke! [grunts]

Flight officer: Received Kill Box One Alpha. Engage hostile.

Epps: Attack direction west! You're clear and hot!

Flight officer: Strike, tell me status of Hog right now.

Flight officer: Hog One-One Dark Star status.

Epps: Lennox! The heat's coming!

Lennox: Laze the target! We got a beam-rider incoming! Laze target!

Scorponok: [screeching]

Figueroa: Whoaaaa- [screaming]

Lennox: Ready! Heat's coming!

Epps: What? Bring it!

Warthog pilot: Receiving radar jamming in vicinity of target.

Scorponok: [screeching]

Epps: No freaking way that thing's still not down. Spooky Three Two, use 105 shells. Bring the rain.

Flight officer: Be advised, ground team is requesting 105 sabot rounds.

Scorponok: [pained screeching]

Keller: Did we lose them?

Warthog pilot: Warthog One confirm visual on friendlies.

Lennox: Where's Fig?

Figueroa: [grunting]

Lennox: Fig? Fig?

Figueroa: Oh, God! Goddamn it!

Soldiers: [indistinct shouting]

Soldier: Get a medic!

Lennox: Get a medic! Get a medic!

Epps: Black Hawk one-

Figueroa: I'm sorry.

Lennox: We'll get a medic. Just hold on.

Epps: We need a medevac. One man down. Patient care category urgent.

Lennox: He's got a pulse. Get in there.

Figueroa: I'm sorry.

Keller: Bring them home. You get those men... stateside right now. I want them debriefed in ten hours.

Act Twelve

Analysts: [indistinct chatter]

Maggie: There's only one hacker in the world who can break this code.

Maggie: Hey! Hey, hey, hey, wait! Stop, stop!

Maggie: I am sorry to bother you.

Glen: Uh- Maggie?

Maggie: Listen, I need your help.

Glen: No! This is my private area, my- my place of Zen and peace.

Maggie: Listen to me-

Glen's Grandma: Glen! Who is it?

Glen: Shaddap, Grandma! What are you doing here?

Glen's Grandma: Glen!

Maggie: Just give me a break, will you, please?

Glen: Grandmama! Drink your prune juice!

Glen: Oh, ha ha! Oh, oh, what level are you on, man?

Glen's cousin: Six. Ah ha ha! Uh, uh, uh-

Glen: Oh, here come the matrix! Here come the matrix!

Glen and Glen's cousin: [shouting noises]

Maggie: Glen, seriously, don't you want to see something classified?

Glen's cousin: Yeah. Get low. Uh, uh.

Glen: Oh. Oh, hey.

Glen's cousin: Here we go. Here we go. Double tap.

Glen: Hey, I just paused it. I just paused it. Hey. I need a moment. Please.

Maggie: Sorry.

Glen's cousin: Tsk. Hey, man, save my game.

Glen: How classified?

Magie: Like I will go to jail for the rest of my life for showing you classified.

Maggie: Yes! One quick peek.

Officer: Special Ops got a thermal snapshot of whatever hit the base in Qatar.

Keller: I want to see it.

Officer: Well, the imager was damaged, sir.

Officer: The rangers are en route with the imager, but we also have a security issue.

Officer: Circle logs indicate one of the analysts made a copy of the network intrusion signal.

Glen: Whoah. The signal strength is through the roof. Where did you say you got this?

Maggie: It hacked the national military air-guard frequency in less than a minute.

Glen: No way.

Maggie: Yeah.

Glen: Looks like there's a message embedded in the signal. Let me work my magic.

Maggie: Project Iceman?

Glen: What's Sector Seven?

Maggie: Who is Captain Witwicky?

Glen: Shh, shh.

Glen's grandma: Are you playing those video games again?

Glen's cousin: Cops! Cops!

FBI officer: FBI! Clear right!

Glen: [shrieks]

FBI officer: Lock it down! Lock it down!

Glen's cousin: Whoaa! Cops!

FBI officer: Lock it down!

Glen's cousin: Wait! I'm just a cousin! I'm just a cou-

Glen: Ow! Get off my Grandmama's carpet! She don't like nobody on the carpet! Especially police!

Act Thirteen:

Reporter: It was an awesome spectacle here an hour ago when over forty C-17 s lifted off of this very base. We're not told where they're going.

Sam: Morning, Mo.

Reporteer: The government has been very quiet about what's going on but in our vision-

Sam: Mojo. Mojo.

Reporter: They were headed directly towards North Korea.

Sam: Stop with the barking, Mojo. It's too early. Please? [Gasps] Miles? Miles, listen to me. Listen. My car, it stole itself, okay?

Miles: What are you talking about, man?

Sam: Satan's Camaro. In my yard. It's stalking me.

Sam: Aah. Aah- Stop! No, no, no, no no no no no no no. Oh, oh- whoaah!

Mikaela's friend: Oh my God!

Mikaela: Sam?

Mikaela's friends: [laughing]

Sam: [grunting] Oh, hi.

Mikaela: That was, uh, that was really... awesome.

Sam: Uh, well, it felt awesome.

Mikaela: Are you okay?

Sam: I'm not okay, all right? I'm losing my mind a little bit. I'm getting chased by my car right now. Got to go. [grunts]

Mikaela: You know what? I'm gonna catch up with you guys later.

Mikaela: Tsk.

Sam: [Yelling and gasping] Oh. Oh-

Sam: Oh, great. Cops. Officer! Listen! Ah- oh. Oh that hurt. Listen to me! Thank God you're here! I've had the worst day ever! I've been, I've been followed here on my mother's bike! Right? And my car's right there and it's been following me here! So get out of the car! No! Stop! Oh, God. Okay, okay! Okay, all right! Okay! I'm sorry! I'm- whoah! I didn't mean to hit your car! Look! Okay, look, look, look! Oh my, oh- whoah whoa whoa- stop, stop! Please! Okay, what do you want from me? Okay.

Barricade: [roar]

Sam: Oh, God, no! No!

Barricade: [roaring]

Sam: Oh, shit! Oh, shit, shit, shit! Oh, God! Oh! Shit! Aaa! It's a bad dream. [Screaming]

Barricade: Are you username Ladies-Man-two-one-seven?

Sam: I don't know what you're talking about!

Barricade: Are you username Ladies-Man-two-one-seven?

Sam: Yeah.

Barricade: Where is eBay item two-one-one-five-three?

Sam: Huh-

Barricade: Where are the glasses?

Sam: [yelling]

Barricade: [roaring and growling]

Sam: Get back! Stop! Whoah!

Mikaela: Oh- God! What is your problem, Sam?

Sam: Okay, there's a monster right there! It just attacked me! Here he comes!

Sam: All right, get up. Get up and run! You have to run!

Mikaela: Sam, what is that thing?

Sam: You have to get in the car. Get in.

Mikaela: I don't want- I don't want to.

Sam: Get in the car. Trust me. Trust me!

Mikaela: Sam.

Sam: Get in! Go, go, go, go, go.

Barricade: [roar]

Bumblebee: [plays Pretty Handsome Awkward]

Sam: Go, go, go, go!

Mikaela: Oh, God! We're gonna die! We're gonna die!

Sam: No, we're not. No, we're not gonna die.

Mikaela: Oh, my God!

Sam: Trust me. He's a kick-ass driver!

Mikaela: F*ck it-

Sam: Oh my God! No! We're gonna die! Oh my God!

Mikaela: Oh, oh my God!

Sam: We're locked in. Unh! The car won't start. At least we ditched the monster, right?

Sam: Okay. Time to start...

Sam: Oof!

Barricade: [roaring] DIE! [more roaring]

Frenzy: [speaks in Cybertronian]

Barricade: Ayayayayayaya- [Cybertronian roars]

Frenzy: [speaks in Cybertronian]

Barricade and Bumblebee: [growls and grunts]

Frenzy: [chattering in Cybertronian]

Sam: Oh- He's got me! He's got me- [grunting]

Mikaela: [grunting]

Sam: Oh, oh- He's going to kill me! No. No, no, no!

Frenzy: [chatters in Cybertronian, growls]

Sam: No! Shoo! Gyaa!

Frenzy: [chatters in Cybertronian]

Sam: Get- off!

Frenzy: [chatters in Cybertronian]

Sam: [grunting and shouting]

Frenzy: Witwicky!

Sam & Frenzy: [general struggling noises]

Mikaela: Uhh!

Sam: Yeah! Kill it! Kill it!

Mikaela: Uhh- Uhh!

Sam: Get it, get it, get it, get it!

Frenzy: <Unnh... Why-> [chatters in Cybertronian]

Sam: Huh? Not so tough without a head, are you?

Frenzy: Oh- Waaaah!

Sam and Mikaela: [panting]

Sam: Here, come on.

Frenzy: [chatters In Cybertronian] Ooo!

Bumblebee: [electronic sound]

Mikaela: What is it?

Sam: It's a robot. But like a, like a different, you know, like a super-advanced... robot. It's probably Japanese. Yeah, yeah, it's definitely Japanese.

Mikaela: What are you doing?

Sam: I don't think it wants to hurt us. It would have done that already.

Mikaela: Really? Well, do you speak robot? Because they just had, like, a giant droid death match.

Sam: I think it wants something from me.

Mikaela: What?

Sam: Well, 'cause the other one was talking about my eBay page.

Mikaela: You are the strangest boy I have ever met.

Sam: Can you talk?

Bumblebee: XM Satellite Radio- digital cable brings you- Columbia Broadcasting System

Sam: So you... you talk through the radio?

Bumblebee: Thank you, you're beautiful. You're wonderful, you're wonderful.

Sam: So, what was that last night? What was that?

Bumblebee: Message from Starfleet, Captain- Throughout the inanimate vastness of space- Angels will rain down like visitors from heaven- hallelujah!

Mikaela: Visitors from heaven? What, what are you, like, an alien or something?

Bumblebee: [electronic squeal] Any more questions you want to ask?

Sam: He wants us to get in the car.

Mikaela: And go where?

Bumblebee: [plays Before It's Too Late]

Sam: Fifty years from now, when you're looking back at your life, don't you want to be able to say you had the guts to get in the car?

Barricade: [weak groan]

Frenzy: [chatters in Cybertronian]

Mikaela: This car's a pretty good driver.

Sam: I know. Why don't you go sit in that seat, there?

Mikaela: I'm not going to sit in that seat. He's driving.

Sam: Yeah. You're right. Well, maybe you should sit in my lap.

Mikaela: Why?

Sam: Well, I have the only seat belt here. You know, safety first.

Mikaela: Yeah, all right.

Sam: You all right?

Mikaela: Yeah.

Sam: Okay, there you go. There, see? That's better.

Mikaela: [sighs] Oh.

Mikaela: You know, that seat belt thing was a pretty smooth move.

Sam: [sniffs] Thank you.

Mikaela: You know what I don't understand?

Sam: Hmm?

Mikaela: Why, if he's supposed to be, like, this super-advanced robot, does he transform back into this piece of crap Camaro?

Bumblebee: [electronic sound]

Sam: Whoah! Whoa! Oh, see? No. Get- no, that doesn't work. See?

Driver: Move it, you moron!

Sam: Great, now... See? Fantastic. Now you pissed him off. That car is sensitive. I mean, four thousand dollars just drove off.

Bumblebee: [plays upbeat tune]

Sam: What-?

Act Fourteen:

Fat diner: This is you, this is-

Diners: [various shouting]

Diner: Oh my God!

Sam: Come on, let's go.

Fat diner: This is the coolest thing I've ever seen! Whoah, ah! Explosions everywhere! This is easily a hundred times cooler than Armageddon. I swear to God! Fire, fire, fire, fire! Damn!

Fat diner: Whoa! Sweet! Oh, dude, I hope this guy's got asteroid insurance, 'cause he is so boned!

Fat diner: What is that? There's something in the tree, dude.

Diner: No, dude-

Fat diner: No, there's something in the thing by the tree! Could you guys just give me a space rock?

Little girl: Excuse me, are you the tooth fairy?

Daddy: Hey, sweetheart, what are you doing
out here by yourself? Holy God! What happened to the pool?

Sam: [exhales]

Optimus Prime: Are you Samuel James Witwicky, descendent of Archibald Witwicky?

Mikaela: They know your name.

Sam: Yeah?

Optimus Prime: My name is Optimus Prime. We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron.

Ratchet: But you can call us Autobots for short.

Sam: Autobots.

Jazz: What's crackin', little bitches?

Optimus Prime: My first lieutenant.

Jazz: Hyah!

Optimus Prime: Designation Jazz.

Jazz: This looks like a cool place to kick it.

Sam: What is that? How did he learn to talk like that?

Optimus Prime: We've learned Earth's languages through the World Wide Web. My weapons specialist, Ironhide.

Ironhide: You feeling lucky, punk?

Optimus Prime: Easy, Ironhide.

Ironhide: Just kidding. I just wanted to show him my cannons.

Sam: [exhales] Heh.

Optimus Prime: Our medical officer, Ratchet.

Ratchet: Mmm. The boy's pheromone level suggests he wants to mate with the female.

Mikaela: Ermm...

Sam: [whistle]

Optimus Prime: You already know your guardian, Bumblebee.

Sam: Bumblebee, right?

Bumblebee: Check out the rep, yep, second to none-

Sam: So you're my guardian, huh?

Bumblebee: [electronic squeal]

Ratchet: His vocal processors were damaged in battle.

Bumblebee: [coughs]

Ratchet: I'm still working on them.

Mikaela: Why are you here?

Optimus Prime: We are here looking for the AllSpark. And we must find it before Megatron.

Sam: Megawhat?

Optimus Prime: Our planet was once a powerful empire. Peaceful and just. Until we were betrayed by Megatron, leader of the Decepticons. All who defied them were destroyed. Our war finally consumed the planet, and the All Spark was lost to the stars.

Hologram Megatron: [growl]

Optimus Prime: Megatron followed it to Earth, where Captain Witwicky found him.

Hologram Megatron: [growl]

Sam: Oh- My grandfather.

Optimus Prime: It was an accident that intertwined our fates.

Sailor: Come back!

Sailor: I think the dogs have found something.

Archibald: The ice is cracking!

Sailor: Captain!

Sailor: Captain! Grab my rope, Captain!

Sailor: Captain!

Archibald: I'm all right, lads!

Sailor: Can we throw you a rope, captain?

Optimus Prime: Megatron crash-landed before he could retrieve the Cube.

Archibald: Men! We've made a discovery!

Sailor: [indistinct yelling]

Optimus Prime: He accidentally activated his navigation system.

Megatron: [speaks in Cybertronian]

Archibald: Aaaaaah!

Optimus Prime:The coordinates to the Cube's location on Earth were imprinted on his glasses.

Sam: How'd you know about his glasses?

Optimus Prime: eBay.

Sam: eBay.

Ratchet: If the Decepticons find the All Spark, they will use its power to transform Earth's machines and build a new army.

Optimus Prime: And the human race will be extinguished. Sam Witwicky, you hold the key to Earth's survival.

Mikaela: Please tell me that you have those glasses.

Act Fifteen:

Somewhere over the Atlantic

Soldier: It's like a self-regenerating molecular armor.

Lennox: Look at the scorch mark where the sabot round hit. Melted right through. Hey, aren't sabots hot-loaded for like a six thousand-degree magnesium burn?

Epps: Close to it. It melts tank armor.

Lennox: So this metal skin must react to extreme heat.

Burke?: Heads up!

Soldiers: [shouting]

Epps: Whoaaah! I thought you said that thing was dead, man!

Lennox: Strap it down! Strap- this thing is wicked. All right, get on the horn with Northern Command. Tell them that our effective weapon is high-heat sabot rounds. Recommend we load them on all the gunships. Go.

Act Sixteen:

Glen: Unh. Unh. You want that piece? Okay, Maggie, look. Let me break it down to you how it's gonna happen. They gonna come through that door and be good cop, bad cop. Don't fall for that, all right? That's why I ate their food. See, they put the plate of donuts out here to test your guilt. If you don't touch it, you're guilty. I ate the whole plate. The whole plate. 'Kay? It's me and you. They walk through that door, you don't say nothing.

Glen: She did it! She did it! She's the one you want! All right? I was just sitting at home watching cartoons, playing video games with my cousin, and she came in there. And then...

Maggie: Glen, you freak!

Glen: Hey! I am not going to jail for you or anybody else! I have done nothing bad my entire life! Hey, man, I'm still a virgin. Okay, so what- I've downloaded a couple of thousand songs off the Internet. Who hasn't? Who hasn't? I promise!

Maggie: Glen, shut up!

Glen: No, you shut up! Don't talk to me! Don't talk to me, criminal! Oh, sugar rush.

Maggie: This is- this is not his fault.

Glen: See? So can I go home now? Oh, okay.
Maggie: But-

Glen: I won't.

Maggie: Just listen to me. Okay, whoever hacked into your military system downloaded a file, all right? It was something about- about someone named Witwicky and, uh, some- some government group, right? Named Sector Seven. You have to let me talk to Defense Secretary Keller before you go to war with the wrong country!

Act Seventeen:

Male reporter: Whatever fell out of the sky ended up right behind- [indistinct chattering]

Judy: What did he say?

Ron: Huh? What?

Judy: Did he hear it, too?

Ron: Yeah, Jack heard it, too. Huh. Yeah.

Judy: What does he think it is?

Ron: He thinks it's a military experiment.

Judy: Pfft. What a knucklehead.

Ron: Yeah, well, I think it's a plane.

Female reporter: Still no official word as to what happened. You can see the fire- [continues to talk in the background]

Random guy: Yeah!

Judy: Call Sam.

Ron: Yeah. Why?

Judy: He should be home in fifteen minutes.

Ron: Well, I'll call him in fifteen minutes. No, I've-

Judy: If you wait fifteen minutes, he'll be late and you'll have to ground him.

Ron: Well, I can't ground him if he's not late, can I?

Female reporter: -Meteor or something came over.

Sam: I need you to stay here, all right? You got to stay here and you're gonna watch them.

Mikaela: Okay, okay.

Sam: All of them. Do you hear what I'm saying?

Mikaela: Yeah, okay, okay.

Sam: Five minutes, all right?

Ron: Thanks for staying on my path.

Sam: Oh, yeah. No, no, Dad. Hey! The, oh, the path. I'm sorry. I forgot about the path. I'm gonna sweep the whole thing right now. How about that?

Ron: You know, I buy half your car-

Sam: Yeah.

Ron: Then I bail you out of jail and then I just decided to do all your chores.

Sam: The chores. Oh.

Ron: Yeah. Life is great, huh?

Sam: Life, well, life is fantastic, is how good it is. It's so- oh, the trash cans. Sorry, Dad. I'm gonna do the trash cans now.

Ron: No, no, I don't want you to strain yourself.

Sam: No, don't, I won't strain myself, Dad.

Ron: I'll do it. Come-

Sam: It would hurt my feelings if you do it.

Ron: You sure? I don't mind, I don't mind, I promise...

Sam: No, no, no, I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna do the trash cans and I'm gonna scrape the grill and I'm gonna, I'm gonna sweep up the whole, uh, house. Right now.

Ron: Tonight, right now?

Sam: Right now.

Bumblebee: Shh, shh shh.

Sam: The- uh- I love you. God, I love you just so much right now.

Ron: You know, Mom wanted me to ground you. You're three minutes late.

Sam: Right? Oh, well, just another thing you did for me, Dad, because you're such a swell guy.

Bumblebee: [electronic sounds]

Ron: One more thing, huh?

Sam: All right, I love you! Sleep good, handsome man! What are you doing? What are you doing? No, watch the path! Watch the path! Watch the- please, please, please. No, no, wait. No, no, no! Oh, no!

Optimus Prime: Oh- oops. Sorry. My bad.

Sam: Oh, I- you couldn't- You couldn't wait for five- you couldn't wait for five minutes? I told you to stay! Just stay! God!

Sam: I told you to watch them. I told you.

Mikaela: Okay, you know what? They seem to be in a little bit of a rush.

Sam: Oh, this is bad. No! Mojo, Mojo! Off the robot! God!

Ironhide: Nnh, wet.

Sam: No no no no no no! Easy! Easy! Hold on! Hold! This is Mojo. This is Mojo. He's a pet of mine. He's a pet. Okay? That's all.

Ironhide: Hhh.

Sam: If you could just put the guns away... Put the- put them away. Please.

Ironhide: You have a rodent infestation.

Sam: A what?

Ironhide: Shall I terminate?

Sam: No no no no. He's not a rodent, he's a chihuahua. This is my- this is my chihuahua. We love chihuahuas! Don't we?

Ironhide: He's leaked lubricants all over my foot. Hnnh.

Sam: He peed on you? Bad Mojo. Bad Mojo!

Ironhide: Bad Mojo.

Sam: I'm sorry. He's got a male dominance thing. That's all it is.

Ironhide: Hhh. My foot's gonna rust.

Sam: All right. Whoa- ah. Okay, okay. Shut up and go hide!

Optimus Prime: Just hurry.

Reporter: [indistinct words]

Bumblebee: [electronic squeal]

Optimus Prime: Autobots, recon.

Bumblebee: [electronic squeal]

Ron: I hope he's okay. He's in the kitchen. Got some ice on his nose. I, uh, I had to slap him around a little bit.

Judy: You did not. You didn't even ground him.

Ron: Almost, almost.

Sam: Uh. Where are they? No, no, no, no, no. Come on, come on. [Panting] What? What is this?

Optimus Prime: Time is short.

Mikaela: They really want those glasses.

Sam: Come on. What are you doing?

Mikaela: I'm gonna help you.

Sam: Okay.

Optimus Prime: Please hurry.

Sam: Okay. Yeah, no, no. It's definitely gone.

Mikaela: What do you mean?

Sam: My glasses were in the bag. They were in the backpack and now the backpack isn't here.

Mikaela: Well, they're gonna be pissed. So- so what do you gonna do?

Sam: So what I think you should do is you should- you should check this whole- this whole section here.

Mikaela: Yeah, all right.

Sam: Just give it a clean sweep, and I'll get- I'll get the corner here. Yeah, no, no, no. Not there. That's my- that's my private- sorry. That's nothing.

Mikaela: You just- you just told me to look...

Sam: I know, but I didn't mean to look inside of my treasure chest.

Mikaela: You should be way more specific so I don't get in trouble in your room. I'm already stressed out enough.

Frenzy: [chatters in Cybertronian, exclaims in surprise]

Sam: Okay. What now? No. No. No. No no no. This isn't hiding. This isn't hiding. This is my backyard, not a truck stop. Oh God. Oh!

Witness: Okay, I saw it. The UFO landed right here and now it's gone. My moped's under there, man! Who's gonna pay for that?

Judy: [sigh]

Mikaela: Sam? Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam! He's back here.

Sam: I can't deal with this. I can't- what? Oh, no, no, no. This is my mother's flower...

Optimus Prime: Oops!

Sam: Okay, listen. You got to listen to me. If my parents come out here and see you, they're gonna freak out. My mother's got a temper, okay?

Optimus Prime: We must have the glasses.

Sam: I know you need the glasses. I've been looking everywhere. They're not here. They're definitely not here.

Optimus Prime: Nnh. Keep searching.

Sam: I need you to be quiet for five minutes. Ten minutes. Okay? Please, I'm begging you. You got to- you're making a racket. I can't concentrate. You want me to look and I'm hearing...

Optimus Prime: Calm down, calm down.

Sam: You got to do something here. You got to do something here.

Optimus Prime: Autobots, fall back.

Sam: Thank you. Please, for five minutes. Good? Good? Okay.

Jazz: Move!

Ratchet: Get away!

Optimus Prime: What's the matter with you? Can't you be quiet? He wants us to be quiet.

Ratchet: Hmph. Ow!

Ron: Earthquake! Move, move, move, move, move! Earthquake! Judy! Judy, get under the table! Move it! Duck and cover right now!

Judy: How did you get over there so fast?

Ratchet: Wow! That was tingly! Ooh! You got to try that!

Ironhide: Yeah. That looks fun.

Ron: Sam?

Judy: Sammy?

Ron: What the hell is that?

Judy: I don't know.

Ron: Sam?

Judy: That's weird. Sam!

Optimus Prime: Ratchet, point the light. Come on, hurry.

Sam: Listen, we got a major issue in here. What's with the light? You gotta stop the light. What's going on? Turn it off. You gotta tell him to shut it off. Shut it off.

Ron: Sam, are you in there? How come the door's locked? You know the rules. No doors locked in my house!

Judy: You know he'll start counting if you don't open the door!

Ron: One more chance. Five...

Judy: Oh, dear.

Ron: Four. It's coming off the hinges, pal.

Judy: He's counting! Sam, just open the door.

Ron: Three.

Judy: Oh, my.

Ron: Two.

Judy: He's counting.

Ron: Stand back.

Sam: What's up? What's with the bat?

Ron: Who were you talking to?

Sam: I'm talking to you.

Judy: Why are you so sweaty and filthy?

Sam: I'm a child. You know, I'm a teenager.

Judy: We heard voices and noises and we thought maybe you were-

Ron: Yeah, it doesn't matter what we thought. What was that light?

Sam: No, what light? What? There's no light, Dad! There's no light!

Ron: The light!

Sam: You got two lights in your hand! That's what it is.

Ron: There was light under the door.

Sam: No, maybe it bounced- look, you can't- you can't just bounce into my room like that. You got to knock. You got to communicate.

Ron: We did- We knocked for five minutes.

Sam: I'm a teenager.

Judy: We knocked!

Sam: You didn't knock. You were screaming at me, okay?

Judy: No.

Sam: This is repression, what you're doing here. You're ruining my youth, okay?

Judy: Oh, for Pete's sakes! You are so defensive! Were you... masturbating?

Ron: Judy.

Sam: Was I mastur- No, Mom!

Ron: Zip it, okay?

Judy: It's okay.

Sam: No, I don't masturbate!

Ron: That's not something for you to bring up. That's a father-and-son thing, okay?

Judy: I mean-

Sam: Father-son thing.

Judy: You don't have to call it that word if that makes you uncomfortable. You can call it... Sam's happy time or-

Sam: Happy time?

Judy: My special alone time...

Ron: Stop.

Sam: Mom. You-

Ron: Judy, stop.

Judy: With myself.

Sam: Mom, you can't come in and-

Judy: I'm sorry. It's just been a weird night. I've had a little bit to drink.

Ron: No, no, Dad. Yeah, well, we saw a light.

Optimus Prime?: Oh, parents.

Ron: I don't know where it was, but we saw it.

Optimus Prime: [grunting]

Ron: Earthquake! It's another one! Another earthquake! Get in the doorway!

Judy: Okay!

Ron: Aftershock! Aftershock! Oh, I hate these.

Optimus Prime: Quick, hide!

Ron: Got to ride it out. Ride it out!

Judy: Hey, the lights are back on.

Jazz: Hide? What? Where? Oh

Judy: Come on, get out of that tub.

Ron: Can't you take safety seriously?

Jazz: What about- oh, kay. Oh, no. Man. Man! Oh

Judy: Good Lord, this floor is filthy, Sam.

Ron: Oh. Oh, no! Look at the yard. The yard is destroyed. Sheesh! Judy? Better call the city. We got a blown transformer! Power pole's sparking all over the place! Aw, man. Yard's a waste. Trashed. Gone. It's a wash. The whole yard.

Judy: You're kidding.

Ironhide: The parents are very irritating.

Ratchet: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Ironhide: Can I take them out?

Optimus Prime: Ironhide, you know we don't harm humans. What is with you?

Ironhide: Well, I'm just saying, we could. It's an option.

Judy: We heard you talking to somebody, Sam. We wanna know who.

Sam: Mom, I- I told y-

Mikaela: Hi. I'm Mikaela. I'm a- I'm a friend of Sam's.

Judy: [laughs] Gosh, you're gorgeous. Isn't that the prettiest girl?

Ron: Oh. Son- Wow.

Sam: She can hear you talking, Mom.

Mikaela: Thank you.

Judy: Oh, my goodness. I'm sorry you had to hear our little family discussion about this-

Mikaela: [chuckles]

Ron: Sorry that we're bugging you.

Sam: Backpack- do you have my backpack, ma?

Ron: Come on, hon. Let's go.

Judy: Oh, it's in the kitchen.

Act Eighteen:

Sam: Oh, yes. Okay. Okay. Yeah.

Mikaela: Your mom's so nice.

Sam: I want you to distract my parents while I slip out and get these glasses to them, okay?

Simmons: Ronald Wickety?

Ron: It's Witwicky. Who are you?

Simmons: We're the government. Sector Seven.

Ron: Never heard of it.

Simmons: Never will. Your son's the great-grandson of Captain Archibald Wickity, is he not?

Ron: It's Witwicky.

Simmons: May I enter the premises, sir?

Judy: Ron, there's guys all over the front yard.

Ron: What the heck is going on here?

Simmons: Your son filed a stolen car report last night. We think it's involved in a national security matter.

Ron: National security?

Judy: They're ripping up my rose bushes!

Simmons: That's right. National security.

Judy: My God, Ron, they're everywhere! There's guys in suits all around the house! Look at this!

Ron: Could you stay off the grass?

Simmons: Get me a sample and some isotope readings.

Judy: They're pulling bushes out of the ground! Good Lord! They've got to get their hands off my bush!

Simmons: Drop the bat, ma'am.

Ron: Hey, hey, hey, that's my-

Simmons: I'm carrying a loaded weapon.

Judy: But you'd better get those guys out of my garden or I am gonna beat the crap out of them!

Simmons: Are you experiencing any flu-like symptoms? Aching joints? Fever?

Judy: No!

Sam: What is this?

Simmons: How you doing, son? Is your name Sam?

Sam: Yeah.

Simmons: Well, I need you to come with us.

Judy: What?

Ron: Whoa, way out of line.

Simmons: Sir, I am asking politely. Back off.

Ron: You're not taking my son.

Simmons: Really? You gonna try to get rough with us?

Ron: No, but I'm gonna call the cops because there's something fishy going on around here.

Judy: Yeah.

Simmons: Yeah. There's something a little fishy about you, your son, your little Taco Bell dog and this whole operation you got going on here.

Ron: What operation?

Simmons: That is what we are gonna find out.

S7 Agent: I think direct contact.

Simmons: Son?

Sam: Yeah.

Simmons: Step forward, please.

Sam: Just stand?

Simmons: Fourteen rads. Bingo! Tag them and bag them!

Judy: What?

Judy: If you hurt my dog, I'll kick your ass!

Simmons: Get me a sample on that vegetation ASAP!

Ron: Sam! Do not say anything, Sam!

Sam: Yeah.

Ron: Not a word until we get a lawyer!

Simmons: So, uh... LadiesMan two-seventeen. That is your eBay username, right?

Sam: Yeah, but, you know, it was a typo and I ran with it.

Simmons: Well, what do you make of this?

Recording of Sam: My name is Sam Witwicky, okay? And my, uh, car-

Simmons: Is that you?

Mikaela: Yeah, that sounds like LadiesMan.

Simmons: Last night at the station, you told the officer your car transformed. Enlighten me.

Sam: Well, here's what I said, okay? 'Cause this is a total misunderstanding that my car had been stolen-

Simmons: Tsk. Really?

Sam: From me, from my home, but it's fine now because it's back! It came back!

Mikaela: Well, not by itself.

Sam: Well, no.

Mikaela: Because cars don't do that because that would be crazy.

Mikaela, Simmons and Sam: [laughing]

Simmons: That's funny. That is so funny. So what do you kids know about aliens, huh?

Sam: Oh, you mean, like a Martian? Like what, E. T? Pfft. No.

Mikaela: It's an urban legend.

Sam: Yeah.

Simmons: You see this? This is my I-can-do-whatever-I-want-and-get-away-with-it badge.

Sam: Right.

Simmons: I'm gonna lock you up forever.

Mikaela: Oh, God. You know what? Don't listen to him. He's just pissy 'cause he's got to get back to guarding the mall.

Simmons: You, in the training bra, do not test me. Especially with your daddy's parole coming up.

Sam: What? Parole?

Mikaela: It's nothing.

Simmons: Oh, grand theft auto, that ain't nothing?

Mikaela: You know those cars my dad used to teach me to fix? Well, they- they weren't always his.

Sam: You stole cars?

Mikaela: Well, we couldn't always afford a babysitter, so sometimes he had to take me along.

Simmons: She's got her own juvie record to prove it! She's a criminal. Criminals are hot! Well, that'd be a real shame if he had to rot in jail the rest of his natural life. It is time to talk!

Simmons and S7 Agents: [shouting]

S7 Agent: Big! It's big!

S7 Agents: Whoa whoa whoa whoa!

Simmons: Oh-

S7 Agent: Back up, back up-

Mikaela: Go, go, go, go!

Simmons: I think we're about-

S7 Agent: I can't see it! I can't see it!

Simmons: [indistinct yelling]

Sam: Shift your weight towards the front!

S7 Agent: Oh God! [yelling]

Simmons: All right- [grunting] Oh...

Sam: You a-holes are in trouble now. Gentlemen, I want to introduce you to my friend... Optimus Prime.

Optimus Prime: [growl] Taking the children was a bad move. Autobots, relieve them of their weapons.

S7 Agent: [assorted 'aah!' and 'whoa!']

Ironhide: Freeze!

Simmons:: Whoa! Whoa!

Jazz: Give me those.

Simmons: Whoa! Whoa!

Optimus Prime: [growl]

Simmons: Hi, there.

Optimus Prime: You don't seem afraid. Are you not surprised to see us?

Simmons: Look, there are S7... protocols... okay? I'm not authorized to communicate with you except to tell you I- can't communicate with you.

Optimus Prime: Get out of the car.

Simmons: All right. All right. Me? You want me to-

Optimus Prime: Now!

Simmons: All right, all right. Get out. Hey. All right, I'm... yeah, I'm getting out. I'm getting out. You see? Very nifty how you put us down without really... killing us.

Sam: You're good with handcuffs, too, now, huh?

Simmons: Hey, hey. How you doing?

Mikaela: You weren't supposed to hear all that.

Simmons: How's it going, huh?

Sam: Yeah.

Simmons: This is real. Now, listen. If I choose to engage with him, mum is the word, all right?

Mikaela: Sam, I have a record because I wouldn't turn my dad in. When have you had to sacrifice anything in your perfect little life?

Simmons: Big guys. Big guys with big guns, huh?

Sam: What is Sector Seven? Answer me.

Simmons: I'm the one who asks questions around here. Not you, young man!

Mikaela: How'd you know about the aliens?

Sam: Where did you take my parents?

Simmons: I am not at liberty to discuss-

Sam: No?

Simmons: -it. Hey. You touch me, that's a federal offense.

Sam: Do-whatever-you-want-and-get-away-with-it badge, right?

Simmons: Yeah. Brave now all of a sudden, with his big alien friend standing over there.

Sam: Where is Sector Seven?

Simmons: Wouldn't you like to know?

Bumblebee: [electronic squeal]

Simmons: Ey! Hey!

Optimus Prime: Bumblebee, stop lubricating the man.

Simmons: Get that thing to stop, huh?

Mikaela: All right, tough guy, take it off.

Simmons: What are you talking about?

Mikaela: Your clothes, all of it, off.

Simmons: For what?

Mikaela: For threatening my dad.

Simmons: Little lady, this is the beginning of the end of your life. You're a criminal. Uh huh. Let's face facts. It's in your gene pool.

Mikaela: Those are nice. Now back behind the pole.

Simmons: All right.

S7 Agent: This is such a felony, what you're doing.

Simmons: I will hunt you down, okay?

S7 Agent: He'll hunt you down.

Simmons: Without any remorse!

S7 Agent: No remorse.

Simmons: Okay? We have got to alert- everyone.

S7 Agent: They already know. Speaker.

Ironhide: Optimus! Incoming!

Optimus Prime: Roll out.

Bumblebee: [electronic squeal]

Helicopter pilot: Okay, I'm picking up rad readings under that bridge right down there.

Helicopter pilot: Okay, I'm getting really good rad readings. Forty-two and higher.

Optimus Prime: Up you get.

Sam and Mikaela: [grunting]

Helicopter pilot: Okay, we're dropping in.

Sam and Mikaela: [grunting]

Helicopter pilot: Really strong readings right down below us. There he is. Ship one and two, come on in.

Helicopter pilot: That's it, right there. Mark him, mark him.

Helicopter pilot: Okay, there he is. 11:30. 11:30. Right off the nose.

Helicopter pilot: I got it. 12:00.

Helicopter pilot: Okay, I'm tracking him. I've got him.

Helicopter pilot: Got him going down the street.

Helicopter pilot: Okay. Where'd he go, guys? I lost him. Got no IR signature. Where'd he go? Okay, I lost him. I lost him.

Helicopter pilot: Okay, we're coming around.

Optimus Prime: Easy, you two.

Optimus Prime: Nnh!

Mikaela: No! No! No, Sam! Sam, don't drop me! Sam, don't! Sam, don't! I'm slipping! I'm slipping!

Optimus Prime: Hold on!

Mikaela: Aaaaah!

Sam: No!

Optimus Prime: Aah!

Mikaela: Sam!

Helicopter pilot: All right, we've got him pinned. We've got him pinned in the river. I'm in for the shot.

Sam: Stop! Stop! Wait! No!

Bumblebee: [electronic squeal]

Mikaela: [gasp]

Helicopter pilot: Take the shot, get him.

Helicopter pilot: Take the shot.

Sam: Noooo!

Bumblebee: [electronic screaming and shouting and crying]

Sam: No! Stop! Stop!

S7 Agent: Get down on the ground!

S7 Agent: Get down! Get down!

Sam: What? Okay.

Mikaela: Nnh!

Sam: Hah- Look, he's not fighting back!

Bumblebee: [pained electronic squealing]

S7 Agent: Freeze it!

Bumblebee: [pained electronic squealing]

Sam and Mikaela: [grunting]

Sam: Stop hurting him!

Bumblebee: [painted electronic squealing]

Sam: [grunting]

S7 Agent: Don't let him move! I got him down here!

Bumblebee: [lots of pained electronic squealing]

Sam: [grunting]

Bumblebee: [pained electronic squealing]

Mikaela: No!

Simmons: Happy to see me again? ...Put him in a car with his little criminal friend. I want that thing frozen and ready for transport!

Jazz: Hang back. Let me check it out.

Jazz: Optimus, are we just gonna stand here and do nothing?

Optimus Prime: There's no way to free Bumblebee without harming the humans.

Jazz: But it's not right! He-

Optimus Prime: Let them leave.

Act Nineteen:

Brigham: The Chinese and the Russians are nearing our area of operations in the western Pacific. We feel like this could get out of hand real fast.

Keller: But the next couple of hours may just define his presidency.

Officer: US and Chinese task forces approaching 100 nautical miles of cruise missile range.

Keller: Tell the strike group commander that he's not to engage unless fired on first!

Officer: Yes, sir!

Banachek: Mr. Secretary? Tom Banachek. I'm with Sector Seven, Advanced Research Division.

Keller: Never heard of it. I'm a little busy, Tom. I think you can see that.

Officers: [indistinct chattering]

Officer: What's going on here?

Officer: I don't know.

Keller: Sit rep! Talk to me!

Officer: The whole room's gone down, sir.

Keller: I can see that!

Officer: The virus was coded to shut us down. General?

Banachek: I'll take a seat.

Keller: What do you mean, shut us down?

Brigham: They used our network to spread out to the whole world. The blackout's global. We have no communications, satellite and land lines are dead.

Keller: You mean to tell me that I cannot pick up this telephone and call my fam-?

Banachek: Mister Secretary? I'm here under direct order from the President. You really need to see what I have in the case.

Banachek: You'll have to accept that there are certain things you won't understand right away. Sector Seven is a special-access division of the government convened in secret under President Hoover eighty years ago. You may remember NASA JPL lost the Beagle 2 Mars Rover. We told them to report the mission a complete failure. It wasn't. Beagle 2 transmitted thirteen seconds. This was classified above top secret.

Recording: All systems functioning well. Okay, we got a visual. [indistinct overlapping chatter]

Unknown Transformer: [electronic growl]

Recording: EDA ended at 170 hours, 48 minutes.

Banachek: More than just a pile of Martian rocks. This is the image from Mars. Here's the image your Special Ops team was able to retrieve from the base attack. We believe they are of the same exoskeletal type, and obviously not Russian or North Korean.

Keller: Are we talking about an invasion?

Banachek: We intercepted the message from your Special Ops team. These things can be hurt by our weapons and now they know it. That's why the virus shut us down. So we can't coordinate against their next attack, which I would bet my ridiculous government salary is coming. Soon.

Keller: Get word to our fleet commanders over the National Guard frequency. It's a shortwave radio channel. It might be still working. Tell them to turn their ships around and come home. ASAP. And inform all commands to prepare for- imminent attack.

Nellis Air Force Base

Officer: Captain Lennox, we need you and your team to come with us right now! Let's go!

FBI Agent: She's in here.

Maggie: What's going on?

Keller: You're coming with me. You're going to be my advisor.

Glen: Me too?

Keller: Who's this?

Maggie: He's my advisor.

Keller: He comes, too.

Act Twenty:

Sam: So...

Maggie: What did they get you for?

Sam: Uh- I bought a car. Turned out to be an alien robot.

Glen: [mouths 'Wow.']

Sam: Who knew?

Bumblebee: [electronic whining]

S7 Agent: Make a hole! Watch your back!

Optimus Prime: Please. Let this work.

Jazz: Fire it up, Optimus.

Optimus Prime: The code... The code on these glasses indicates the All Spark is two hundred and thirty miles from here.

Ratchet: I sense the Decepticons are getting ready to mobilize.

Ironhide: They must know it's here, as well.

Jazz: What about Bumblebee? We can't just leave him to die and become some human experiment!

Optimus Prime: He'll die in vain if we don't accomplish our mission. Bumblebee is a brave soldier. This is what he would want.

Ironhide: Why are we fighting to save the humans?

Bumblebee: [pained electronic squealing]

Ironhide: They're a primitive and violent race.

Bumblebee: [pained electronic squealing]

Optimus Prime: Were we so different? They're a young species. They have much to learn. But I've seen goodness in them. Freedom is the right of all sentient beings. You all know there's only one way to end this war. We must destroy the Cube. If all else fails, I will unite it with the Spark in my chest.

Ratchet: That's suicide. The Cube is raw power. It could destroy you both.

Optimus Prime: A necessary sacrifice to bring peace to this planet. We cannot let the humans pay for our mistakes... It's been an honor serving with you all. Autobots, roll out!

Jazz: We rolling!

Act Twenty-One:

Frenzy: [yelling, chatters in Cybertronian]

Lennox: Team attention! Present arms!

Keller: At ease. Captain, Sergeant. Got your intel. Excellent work.

Lennox: Thank you, sir. What about the gunships?

Keller: They're being retrofitted with sabot rounds now. If they hit us again, we'll be ready for them. But, uh, it won't do us much good if we can't get world communications back up.

Simmons: Hey, kid. I think we got off to a bad start, huh? You must be hungry? You want a latte? Ho-Ho? Double venti macchiato?

Sam: Where's my car?

Banachek: Son, I need you to listen to me very carefully. People can die here. We need to know everything you know. We need to know it now.

Sam: Okay. But first, I'll take my car, my parents. Maybe you should write that down. Oh, and her juvie record. That's got to be gone. Like, forever.

Banachek: Come with me. We'll talk about your car.

Mikaela: Thank you.

Simmons: Man's an extortionist.

Simmons: All right, here's the situation. You've all had direct contact with the NBEs.

Epps: NBEs?

Simmons: Non-Biological Extraterrestrials. Try and keep up with the acronyms.

Banachek: What you're about to see is totally classified.

S7 Technicians: [indistinct chatterings]

Keller: Dear God. What is this?

Banachek: We think when he made his approach over the north pole, our gravitational field screwed up his telemetry. He crashed in the ice, probably a few thousand years ago. We shipped him here to this facility in 1934.

Simmons: We call him NBE-One.

Sam: Well, sir, I don't mean to correct you on everything you think you know, but- I mean, that's Megatron. He's the leader of the Decepticons.

Banachek: He's been in cryostasis since 1935. Your great-great-grandfather made one of the greatest discoveries in the history of mankind.

Simmons: Fact is, you're looking at the source of the modern age. The microchip, lasers, spaceflight, cars, all reverse-engineered by studying him. NBE-One. That's what we call it.

Keller: And you didn't think the United States military might need to know that you're keeping a hostile alien robot frozen in the basement?

Banachek: Until these events, we had no credible threat to national security.

Keller: Well you got one now.

Lennox: So why Earth?

Sam: It's the Allspark.

Keller: Allspark? What is that?

Sam: Well, yeah, they came here looking for some sort of cube-looking thing. Anyway, mister NBE-One here, a.k.a. Megatron, that's what they call him, who's pretty much the harbinger of death, wants to use the Cube to transform human technology to take over the universe. That's their plan.

Simmons: And you're sure about that?

Sam: Yeah... You guys know where it is, don't you?

Banachek: Follow me.

Simmons: You're about to see our crown jewel.

Sam: Whew.

Banachek: Carbon dating puts the Cube here around ten thousand BC. The first Seven didn't find it until 1913. They knew it was alien because of the matching hieroglyphics on the Cube as well as NBE-One. President Hoover had the dam built around it. Four football fields thick of concrete. A perfect way to hide its energy from being detected by anyone or any alien species on the outside.

Frenzy: [chatters in Cybertronian] All Spark located.

Starscream: This is Starscream: All Decepticons, mobilize.

Barricade: Barricade en-route.

Devastator: Devastator reporting...

Bonecrusher: Bonecrusher rolling...

Blackout: Blackout incoming... All hail Megatron!

Maggie: Wait, back up. You- you said the dam hides the Cube's energy. What kind exactly?

Banachek: Good question. Please step inside. They have to lock us in.

Glen: Oh, wow.

Epps: What's that? Freddy Krueger done been up in here or something?

Glen: Oh, no, man. Freddy Krueger have four blades, man. That's only three. That's Wolverine! Hrr! [laughing] Right? That's Wolverine!

Simmons: That's very funny. Anybody have any mechanical devices? BlackBerry? Key alarm? Cell phone?

Glen: I got a phone.

Simmons: Ooh. Nokias are real nasty. You've got to respect the Japanese. They know the way of the samurai.

Maggie: Nokia's from Finland.

Keller: Yes, but he's, you know... a little strange. He's a little strange.

Simmons: We're able to take the Cube radiation... and funnel it into that box.

Glen, Sam, Mikaela and others: [short, surprised yelps]

Nokia Robot: [chatters in Cybertronian] Hiii-yah!

Simmons: Mean little sucker, huh?

Nokia Robot: [chatters in Cybertronian]

Maggie: That thing is freaky!

Simmons: Kind of like the itty-bitty Energizer Bunny from hell, huh?

Nokia Robot: [chatters in Cybertronian]

Maggie: Wha-

Nokia Robot: Hiii-yah! [Chatters in Cybertronian]

Simmons: Oh... He's breaking the box. Hnn!

Starscream: [speaks in Cybertronian] <You'll regret this.>

S7 People: Go! Go! Go! Move!

Keller: Gentlemen, they know the Cube is here.

Banachek: Banachek. What's going on?

S7 Technician: Well, the NBE-One hangar has lost power-

Banachek: What!

S7 Technician: -and the backup generator is just not gonna cut it.

Lennox: Do you have an arms room?

Frenzy: [chatters in Cybertronian] [chuckles] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah! Megatron! Megatron! Megatron!

S7 Agent: I'll bring security to the [trails off]

Banachek: Get everyone to the NBE-One chamber now!

S7 Agent: The lights are out!

Lennox?: Move it! Move it! Let's go!

Banachek: They're popping our generators!

Frenzy: [chatters in Cybertronian] Oh! Megatron melting!

S7 Announcer: 16502. We're losing pressure.

S7 Technician: Stand by! Set!

S7 Announcer: We're losing pressure! The cryogenic system is failing! We're losing NBE-One!

Simmons: Forty millimeter sabot rounds on that table!

Lennox?: That's good. Get all the ammo you got. Everything you can carry. Bring it.

Sam: You got to take me to my car. You have to take me to my car. He's gonna know what to do with the Cube.

Simmons: Your car? It's confiscated.

Sam: Then unconfiscate it.

Simmons: We do not know what will happen if we let it near this thing!

Sam: You don't know-

Simmons: Maybe you know, but I don't know.

Sam: You just wanna sit here and wait and see what happens?

Simmons: I have people's lives at stake here, young man.

Lennox: Take him to his car!

Simmons: Wha-

S7 Agent: Whoa!

Lennox: Drop it.

Burke: [grunts twice]

S7 Agents: [grunting]

Banachek: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Simmons: Drop your weapon, soldier. There's an alien war going on and you're gonna shoot me?

Lennox: You know, we didn't ask to be here.

Simmons: I'm ordering you under S7 executive jurisdiction.

Epps: S7 don't exist.

Lennox: Right. And we don't take orders from people that don't exist.

Simmons: I'm gonna count to five.

Lennox: Well, I'm gonna count to three. Mm? [Breathing hard]

Keller: Simmons?

Simmons: Yes, sir?

Keller: I'd do what he says. Losing's really not an option for these guys.

Lennox: [Breathing hard]

Simmons: All right. Okay. Hey, you want to lay the fate of the world on the kid's Camaro? That's cool.

Bumblebee: [pained electronic moaning]

S7 Agent: Stand by, stand by!

Sam: No, no! Stop! You got to stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!

Banachek: No, no, stop, stop, stop!

Sam: You got to let him go! Let him go! You okay?

Bumblebee: [electronic noise]

Sam: They didn't hurt you, right?

Bumblebee: Yeah! [Electronic growling and noises]

Sam: Listen to me. The Cube is here and the Decepticons are coming.

Bumblebee: [Electronic growling]

Sam: No, no, don't worry about them. They're okay. Right? They're not gonna hurt you.

Bumblebee: [Electronic growling and noises]

Sam: Just back up a little bit. He's friendly. He's fine. Okay, come on. Put the guns down. They're not gonna hurt you.

Bumblebee: [Electronic noises]

Sam: Here, come with me. I'm gonna take you to the All Spark.

Bumblebee: [Awed electronic squealing]

Epps: Ah, okay, here we go. He doing something. He doing something.

Sam: Whoo.

Mikaela: Oh my God.

Bumblebee: Message from Starfleet, Captain. Let's get to it.

Lennox: He's right. We stay here, we're screwed with Megatron in the other hangar. Mission City is twenty two miles away. We're gonna sneak that Cube out of here and we're gonna hide it somewhere in the city.

Keller: Good! Right!

Lennox: But we cannot make a stand without the Air Force.

Keller: This place must have some kind of radio link!

Simmons: Yes!

Keller: Shortwave, CB!

Simmons: Right! Yes!

Lennox: Sir, you got to figure out some way to get word out to them. Let's move!

Simmons: In the alien archive, sir!

Keller: The alien archive-

Simmons: There's an old army radio console.

Keller: Will it work?

Simmons: I don't k- Anything's possible! Did you see that? Poof!

Lennox: All right, Sam, get it in the car! Mister Secretary! Get our birds in the air. When we get to the city, we're gonna find a radio, and I'll have Epps vector them in, okay?

Keller: Affirmative!

S7 Announcer: Warning! NBE One cryo-tainment failing.

S7 Technician: Check that backup system!

S7 Technician: The cryo's failing! You got to bump up the cryo! The cryo's failing!

S7 Technician: Come on! Get out of here!

S7 Technician: Heads up! Look out!

Lennox: Set a perimeter around the yellow vehicle!

Simmons: This way, this way, this way!

S7 Technician: Up there! Let's go!

Megatron: [Growling and annoyed noises] I am... Megatron!

S7 Technicians: [dying screams]

S7 Technician: Look out, look out-

Sam: Cube's okay?

Mikaela: Yeah, it's fine.

Sam: Put the seat belt on it.

S7 Technician: Pour it on him!

Starscream: I live to serve you, lord Megatron.

Megatron: Where is the Cube?

Starscream: The humans have taken it.

Megatron: [deep growl] You fail me yet again, Starscream. Get them!

Simmons: [grunting]

Keller?: Come on, Mags!

Simmons: Over here, sir!

Simmons: Give me a minute. Give me a minute. Come to me, Maxwell, come to me. Plugged in there.... We're hot! We're live!

Glen: Where are the mikes?

Simmons: ...Mikes?

Glen: This doesn't work without mikes, Simmons!

Simmons: No, no, no, no, no, no, NO NO!

Keller: Let's find them.

Simmons: Kid, get in the chair! Just get in the chair, all right?

Glen: Okay, I'll sit. I'll sit.

Keller: They steal everything out of this place.

Glen: How do we get the signal out? How do we call the Air Force?

Maggie: Glen?

Glen: Huh?

Maggie: Can you hotwire this computer to transmit a tone- through the radio?

Glen: What good is that?

Maggie: Morse code! You can use this to transmit it through that!

Glen: Okay, I'll do it! Turn it around. Okay, let's see. Uh- Si-Simmons, I need a screwdriver!

Act Twenty-Two:

Sam: There's Optimus.

Glen: Almost done.

Simmons: What the hell was that?

Frenzy: [chattering in Cybertronian]

Keller: Barricade the door!

Maggie, Simmons and Keller: [grunting]

Frenzy: [chattering in Cybertronian]

Simmons: Get something. Watch out!

Glen: Six, five, four, six, three.

Keller: Here! Put some rounds in!

Glen: Master search... I- I got it! We're transmitting!

Keller: Send exactly what I say!

Simmons: Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Burn, you little sucker! Burn!

Frenzy: [shouting in Cybertronian]

Keller: This is Defense Secretary Keller.

Glen: Uh-huh?

Keller: Get me NORTHCOM commander.

Frenzy: [Cybertronian noises]

Simmons: Whoa!

Keller: Whoa!

Glen: What was that?

Keller: Authenticate emergency action. Blackbird 1195-

NORTHCOM Officer: Sir, I have an authenticated air strike order from Sec Def.

Bonecrusher: [growling]

Driver: Whoa!

Sam: No, no, no, no, no.

Mikaela: What?

Sam: It's the same cop! Block them, block them, block them.

Bonecrusher: [indistinct roaring]

Optimus Prime: [growl]

Mikaela: Oh my God.

Bonecrusher: [growling] PRIME! [roar]

Optimus Prime: [grunting]

Bonecrusher: [indistinct roaring]

Little Boy: Cool, Mom!

Bonecrusher: [roaring] Bloody hell- NO!

Frenzy: [chatters in Cybertronian]

Simmons: This is so not good.

Frenzy: [growls]

Maggie: [yells]

Frenzy: [chatters in Cybertronian]

Simmons and Keller: [grunting]

Frenzy: [chatters in Cybertronian]

Maggie: Huh! He's behind the pillar!

Frenzy: [chatters in Cybertronian]

Glen: Shoot that motherf- whoa!

Keller: Maggie, cover fire!

Glen: Ah!

Glen: It's the Air Force! They're responding!

Frenzy: [grunts, then chatters in Cybertronian]

Simmons: Sucker, burn!

Frenzy: Yaah!

Keller: Whoah!

Maggie: Aaah!

Frenzy: Oh, shit!

Glen: Yes! They're sending F-22s to the city!

F22 Pilot: Raptors, let's scramble, scramble, scramble.

F22 Pilot: Strike and Dark Star roll call.

F22 Pilot: Looking out the right side.

F22 Pilot: Push to Kill Box One Alpha.

Lennox: Come on, let's go! Mount up!

Soldier: Move out! Move out! Go! Go!

Lennox: Here, I got shortwave radios.

Epps: Wait. What am I supposed to do with these?

Lennox: Well, use them! It's all we got!

Epps: This is like RadioShack dinosaur radios or something, man. I'm only gonna get 20 or 30 miles out of these things. Are there any aircraft orbiting the city?

Epps: F-22 at twelve o'clock.

Lennox: All right, I want planes for air cover and get Black Hawks on station to extract that Cube. You got it?

Lennox: Air Force has arrived! Pop smoke!

Epps: Raptor, Raptor, do you copy? We have you visual. Green smoke is the mark. Provide air cover and vector Black Hawks for extraction.

Ironhide: It's Starscream!

Epps: Please tell me you copy.

Civilians and Soldiers: [assorted yelling and shouting]

Ironhide: Back up! Take cover! Bumblebee!

Lennox: No, no, no! Move!

Ironhide: Back up! Back up!

Soldier: Retreat! Fall back!

Ironhide: Incoming! Unnnh!

Soldier: Anybody hurt? Everyone okay?

Soldier: Clear the area!

Bumblebee: [electronic whining]

Sam: Oh my God. Bumblebee?

Bumblebee: [electronic whining]

Sam: No. Your legs! Your legs.

Bumblebee: [electronic whining]

Sam: Here. Here, back, back, back, back! You all right?

Bumblebee: [pained electronic whining]

Sam: Please get up. Bumblebee? Get up! Ratchet!

Soldiers: [assorted indistinct shouting]

Lennox: What the hell was that?

Epps: What are you talking about?

Lennox: What do you mean, what am I talking about? They shot at us!

Epps: F-22 pilots would never fly below buildings. That's alien. That ain't friendly!

Sam: You got to get up. You're okay. You're okay.

Bumblebee: [electronic groan]

Sam: Come on!

Black Hawk Pilot: Army Black Hawk inbound to your location. Over.

Epps: Alpha two seven three degrees, ten miles. November Victor, one point two clicks north.

Lennox: Whoah!

Lennox: Move out! Let's go!

Civilians: [screaming and shouting]

Sam: I'm not gonna leave you.

Bumblebee: [electronic whining and growling]

Ironhide: [growl and grunt]

Girl: [high pitched scream]

Ironhide: [roaring]

Jazz: Come on, Decepticon punk!

Devastator: [growling and roaring]

Civilian: Ah, no!

Jazz, Ironhide, Devastator: [grunting and growling]

Lennox: Concentrate your fire!

Devastator: [roaring]

Mikaela: [growling] Come on. Come on.

Megatron: Megatron! [Growls something indistinct]

Civilians: [shouting]

Jazz: It's Megatron! Retreat!

Ratchet: Move!

Jazz: Fall back!

Lennox: Fall back!

Jazz: [yelling]

Lennox: Get our guys out of the way! Get out of here! Go! Get them out of the buggy! Move out!

Epps: We need air cover down here, now!

Mikaela: Sam, help me with this.

Jazz: That all you got, Megatron?

Megatron: Come here, little cretin.

Jazz: You want a piece of me? You want a piece?

Megatron: No!

Jazz: [screaming]

Megatron: I want two! [Growl]

Lennox: What's going on?

Burke: Sir! That tank thing's getting back up.

Lennox: Oh, these things just don't die.

Blackout: [roar]

Lennox: Oh, we're so dead.

Sam: Wrap it around the head.

Lennox: Sam! Where's the Cube?

Sam: Right there.

Lennox: Okay.

Sam: And take that and wrap it around the base and then put it around his neck, okay?

Lennox: Epps, get those Black Hawks here! That building.

Lennox: [panting] Okay.

Sam: What?

Lennox: All right, I can't leave my guys back there, so here, take this flare. Okay, there's a tall, white building with statues on top. Go to the roof. Set the flare.

Sam: No.

Lennox: Signal the chopper and set the flare-

Sam: No, no. I can't do this!

Lennox: Listen to me! You're a soldier now! All right? I need you to take this Cube. Get it into military hands while we hold them off, or a lot of people are gonna die.

Lennox: You got to go. You got to go.

Mikaela: No, I'm not leaving.

Lennox: You need to go. No, get out!

Mikaela: No, I'm not leaving till I get Bumblebee out of here, okay?

Epps: Army Black Hawk requested. Immediate evac for civilian boy with precious cargo. Headed to rooftop marked by flare.

Ironhide: Sam, we will protect you.

Sam: Okay.

Mikaela: Hh.

Lennox: Epps, where are those planes?

Mikaela: Sam!

Mikaela: [panting] No matter what happens, I'm really glad I got in that car with you.

Ironhide: Sam! Get to the building!

Ratchet: Move!

Megatron: Decepticons, attack!

Burke: Hit it!


Ratchet: Cover fire!

Sam: [yelling]

Ironhide: Watch out!

Soldier: Girl, get that tow truck out of here!

Mikaela: I'm going! I'm going!

Lennox: Get out of here now!

Devastator: [growling]

Optimus Prime: Megatron!

Megatron: Prime! [roaring]

Optimus Prime: [grunting]

Megatron: [growling] Humans don't deserve to live.

Optimus Prime: They deserve to choose for themselves.

Megatron: Then you will die- with them! [Growl] Join them in extinction!

Optimus Prime: [grunts]

Office people: [shouting]

Optimus Prime: Graah! Unnh.

Sam: [panting]

Ironhide: Keep moving, Sam! Don't stop!

Sam: Whoa!

Sam: No!

Ironhide: No! Gah!

Sam, Ironhide: [indistinct grunting and yelling]

Ironhide: Sam, get to the building!

Sam: [panting]

Megatron: [growl] Give me that Cube, boy!

Sam: [panting, yelling]

Driver: Did that jerk just dent my car?

Driver and friend: [shrieking]

Steering Wheel Robot: [growling]

XBOX buyer: [terrified mewling] Yah!

Sam: [panting] You're not gonna get me. You're not gonna get me!

Megatron: [growling] I smell you... boy! [Lots of growling and roaring] Maggot!

Mikaela: Nnh!

Megatron: [growl]

Epps: No, no!

Soldier: Aah!

Bumblebee: [electronic grunt, plays Doomsday Clock]

Mikaela: [grunting]

Bumblebee: [electronic squeal]

Mikaela: I'll drive! You shoot!

Bumblebee: [electronic squeal]

Lennox: Oh, this isn't going well!

Mikaela: Shoot! Shoot!

Devastator: [growl]

Bumblebee: [electronic squeal]

Devastator: [growling]

Bumblebee: [electronic grunt]

Soldier: [shouting]

Devastator: [dying growl]

Epps: Oh-

Bumblebee: [electronic squeal]

Mikaela: [heavy panting] Nice shot.

Bumblebee: Okey-do.

Lennox: That tank is definitely dead now. All right, let's go! We got business!

Sam: [panting] Heeeey! Heeeey! I'm over hereeee!

Black Hawk Pilot: We've got the boy.

Sam: Watch out!

Black Hawk Guy: Missile!

Sam: [shouting]

Optimus Prime: Hang on, Sam!

Sam: No-

Megatron: [growl]

Sam: No! No!

Megatron: Is it fear or courage that compels you, fleshling?

Sam: Ooooh...

Starscream: [speaks in Cybertronian]

Sam: Where do I go? No. Ah. Hh. No. No no no.

Megatron: [speaks in Cybertronian] Give me the AllSpark and you may live to be my pet.

Sam: Whoah! Oh, no, no, no, no.

Sam: I'm never giving you this AllSpark!

Megatron: Oh, so unwise. [Growl]

Sam: Hh. Whoaa!

Optimus Prime: I got you, boy.

Sam: [panting]

Optimus Prime: Hold on to the Cube! [Assorted grunting]

Civilians: [screaming and shouting]

Michael Bay: Oh no oh no-

Megatron: Dis- gusting.

Michael Bay: Aaaah!

Sam: [grunt]

Optimus Prime: Sam?

Optimus Prime: You risked your life to protect the Cube.

Sam: No sacrifice. Hh. No victory.

Optimus Prime: If I cannot defeat Megatron, you must push the Cube into my chest. I will sacrifice myself to destroy it. Get behind me.

Optimus Prime: It's you and me, Megatron.

Megatron: No, it's just me, Prime.

Sam: Ah.

Optimus Prime: At the end of this day, one shall stand, one shall fall.

Megatron: You still fight for the weak! That is why you- lose!

Sam: [grunting]

Soldier: Move it! Let's go!

Epps: Fighter jets in sixty seconds. We got friendlies mixed with bad guys. Targets will be marked.

Lennox: Hey.... Bring the rain. All right? Let's kill these things.

Epps: Move, move, move!

Lennox: Remember, aim low. Armor's weak under the chest. [Grunt]

Epps: Target marked. Still waiting.

F22 Pilot: Time on target, 20 seconds.

Epps: F-22s, we're still waiting.

Blackout: [electronic sound]

Epps: Move out!

Epps: Incoming!

F22 Pilot: Weapons armed. Status green.

Lennox: [yelling, half-laughing]

Blackout: [dying growl]

Lennox: [general yelling] Run! Move!

Optimus Prime: [grunting]

F22 Pilot: Second wave's on approach.

F22 Pilot: What is that? Break off!

F22 Pilot: Copy.

F22 Pilot: It's either a massive amount of-

F22 Pilot: Two, get a lock! Pop that guy!

F22 Pilot: Stay on him. Keep him in your sights.

Lennox: Take him out!

Sam: Aah!

Megatron: MINE! [growl]

Soldier: Two's down!

Sam: Whoa!

Optimus Prime: [grunt]

Sam: Oh. Hh! Woah! Whoah!

Megatron: I'll kill you!

Sam: Whoa-

Megatron: Mine! All-Spark-k!

Optimus Prime: Sam! Put the Cube in my chest! Now! Sam!

Megatron: [loud growl]

Optimus Prime: No, Sam!

Sam: [grunting]

Megatron: [yeling, dying throes]

Lennox: Hold up.

Optimus Prime: You left me no... choice, brother.

Optimus Prime: Sam, I owe you my life. We are in your debt.

Ironhide: Prime, we couldn't save him.

Optimus Prime: Oh, Jazz. We lost a great comrade. But gained new ones. Thank you. All of you. You honor us with your bravery.

Bumblebee: Permission to speak, sir?

Optimus Prime: Permission granted, old friend.

Sam: You speak now?

Bumblebee: I wish to stay with the boy.

Optimus Prime: If that is his choice.

Sam: Yes.

Act Twenty-Three:

Keller: Gentlemen, the President has ordered Sector Seven... be terminated and the remains of the dead aliens- disposed of. The Laurentian Abyss is seven miles below sea level, deepest place on our planet. The massive depth and pressure there, coupled with subfreezing temperatures, would crush and entomb them, leaving no evidence.

Optimus Prime: With the AllSpark gone, we cannot return life to our planet. And fate has yielded its reward-

Lennox's daughter: [baby noise]

Optimus Prime: -A new world to call home. We live among its people now, hiding in plain sight, but watching over them in secret, waiting, protecting. I have witnessed their capacity for courage. And though we are worlds apart. Like us, there's more to them... than meets the eye. I am Optimus Prime. And I send this message to any surviving Autobots taking refuge among the stars. We are here. We... are waiting.

Epilogue 1:

Reporter: Uh, can you shed any light on the recent, so-called alien activity in the area?

Judy: Uh... Do- do you know what? I think that if there was some sort of an alien-

Ron: Yeah.

Judy: Infestation....

Ron: They, the government, would be the first to let you know.

Judy: Yeah, the government would let us know.

Ron: I mean, this is America.

Judy: Yeah. You know, that's how we know we live in a free land, because there's no secrets. They'd say: hey! Duck and cover.

Judy: Your head is kind of a- kind of a different size than it is on the television.

Epilogue 2:

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