Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2014 OPTIMUS: We were once a peaceful race of intelligent, mechanical beings. But then came the war between the Autobots, who fought for freedom and the Decepticons, who dreamt of tyranny. Overmatched and outnumbered our defeat was all but certain. But in the war's final days one Autobot ship escaped the battle. It was carrying a secret cargo which would have changed our planet's fate. A desperate mission. Our final hope. A hope that vanished. MAN: Put one up there. One over there. And one more down there. (Indistinct radio chatter, radio signals whistling) MAN: What you got? Impact detected. We have impact confirmed. Contact at -Over phone 2250 GMT. -What? Get me SECDEF on the phone right away. - MAN: Mr. McNamara, the President is expecting you. - KENNEDY: Get Bobby in here. Mr. President-- designation, top secret. We believe a UFO has crashed into the moon. We think the Russians are on to it as well. Well, then you tell NASA to move heaven and earth-- we need to get to the moon. We're going to attempt a manned mission. NASA said it would take five years. You get there before the Russians. KENNEDY: I believe that this nation should commit itself to achieving the goal MAN: (Over radio) 15 seconds. before this decade is out of landing a man on the moon and returning him safely to the Earth. MAN: (Over radio) Ignition sequence start. Five, four three, two one. All engines running. Liftoff. We have a liftoff. 32 minutes past the hour. Liftoff on Apollo 11. Tower clear. OK, we've got a roll programme. Neil Armstrong reporting Apollo 11 on a proper heading. Apollo 11 is on the way, riding that pillar of flame from the Saturn 5, out there, 250,000 miles away to where the moon is waiting for man's first arrival. MAN: Houston, you're go for landing. Over. ALDRIN: 40 feet, down two and a half. Picking up some dust. 30 feet, two and a half down. Faint shadow. MAN: Capcom, Flight. ALDRIN: Four forward. Drifting to the right a little. Down a half. Contact light. OK, engine stop. ARMSTRONG: Houston, uh tranquillity Base here. The Eagle has landed. (Cheering) MAN: We copy you're down, Eagle. You got a bunch of guys about to turn blue. We're breathing again. CRONKITE: Perhaps 400 million persons are watching this broadcast today of the greatest event in our time and one of the great events of all recorded history. ARMSTRONG: I'm, uh, at the foot of the ladder. OK, I'm going to step off the LEM now. That's one small step for man one giant leap for mankind. - Are we good? - Yes, sir. Unofficial time on the first step, 109:2-- (Crackling) Apollo 11? This is Houston, over. Eagle, we're getting a signal interference. Do you copy? (Crackling continues) We now have had confirmation of loss of signal from the Apollo 11. The Apollo 11 is, at the moment on the far side of the moon. Neil, you are dark on the rock. (Over radio) Mission is a go. We have 21 minutes. (Radio crackling) (Indistinct radio chatter) MAN: Three minutes, 45 seconds and counting. Whoa. My God. It's some sort of giant metal face. Jesus. -MAN: (Over radio) OK. -(Breathing heavily) Control, we are inside the ship. Way too big to check the entire ship. Way too big to check the entire ship. Everything's dead in here, Houston. No signs of life anywhere. These things are massive. We copy. You've got 7 minutes on your oxygen. - MAN: (Over radio) We are not alone after all, are we? - No, sir. We're not alone. - MAN: (Over radio) Uh, go ahead, Mr. President. - NIXON: Hello, Neil and Buzz. I'm talking to you by telephone from the Oval Room at the White House. And this certainly has to be the most historic telephone call ever made. (Garbled radio chatter) I just can't tell you how proud we all are of what you-- (Interference) For every American, this has to be the proudest day of our lives. -Because of what you have done... -MAN: We have splashdown. NIXON: ...the heavens have become a part of man's world. For one priceless moment in the whole history of man, all the people on this Earth are truly one. One in their pride in what you have done. It inspires us to redouble our efforts to bring peace and tranquillity to Earth. (British accent) My hero needs to wake up. What is that? This is your new lucky bunny. Well--It's a beautiful thought, Carly but I don't think it's the whole, uh, bunny that's lucky. You see, it's just this section here. It's--It's just the rabbit foot that's lucky. Well, it's just a good-luck charm. Hmm? Help you think positive? Today's important. Mmm. Come on, get up. - Hey, wear that nice tie. - Yeah. - You need any money for lunch? No, I don't need any money for lunch. I have money from yesterday's lunch. - You love it, don't you? I'm just your American boy toy. - (Chuckles) A lover boy toy. You know how demoralizing it is to have saved the world twice and still be grovelling for a job? People don't know you saved the world, Sam. I mean, I do. - I believe you. - The government knows. I mean, they could hook me up with a job right here in DC. I mean, I should be working with the Autobots. Otherwise it's not fair. Come on, they paid for your college. The President gave you a hero medal. Huh. OBAMA: Thank you, man. Great job. SAM: Thank you. That's the coolest thing that ever happened to me. - OBAMA: All right, guys. - (Whispering) What the fu--? - JUDY: Wow. - And, as I recall that wasn't even the highlight of your day. -CARLY: Mr. Ambassador, here. -WOMAN: British Embassy, you're up next. (Judy and Ron chatting) JUDY: No, you don't wear it. See? You took it out of the box. -I--I couldn't, even if I wanted to. -JUDY: You're supposed to leave it in the box, right? You keep it in this. What a gorgeous box. Pow. - CARLY: Ahem. - Oh, yeah. My medal. You know who gave that to me? - Who? - POTUS. Oh. - President of the United States. - Shattering - (Carly gasps) Babe, it's hard for everybody to get a job. I don't have time. You see, my parents are going to be here in a week on their Road Trip Party Bus World Tour. If my dad gets here and I don't have a job he's gonna spank me. (Thunder) -You know? It's go-time for me. -All right. Tonight, I'll give you a job. Romance me with a nice dinner and, er, maybe you can get that bonus. - SAM: Mmm. - (Kissing sounds) - (Guttural groan) - (Screams) - (Carly groans) - Get lucky. - Get it out of here! BRAINS: Hey, wait, no, no, no, no, no, no! - CARLY: Oh, he's gross! - Ow! She's good. I'm sorry, but they're stranded here. Somebody's got to watch out for them. Yesterday, that one was in my underwear drawer. Did research. Looking real good, too. (Laughs) - Oh! Don't you be hitting me, man. - You're so not a normal boyfriend. -That's what you love about me, isn't it? -BRAINS: (Chuckles) That's my baby. We're not at the "love" word yet. Maybe a little bit closer when you're covering your half of the rent. - (Tapping on glass) - Good-bye. - (Chuckles) WHEELS: Frickin' shortin' my circuits out here! It's inhumane, what it is! Make us live in a box on a balcony, right next to a beast! Like a common animal! Stop. OK? You and your creepy sidekick you can't be in here without permission. According to who? Miss Blondie Blonde? Giddy-up, little doggie! Hah! (Whiplash sound) - Yo, Brains, what's up? - Doing good. Ah, shit, I seen this one. This is the one where Spock goes nuts. You know, Sam, I don't know about moving in with this chick. Uh, what if she dumps us like the last girl? -Mm, she was mean. Didn't like her. -Us guys got to stick together. # We are family # (Rhythmic (Grunting) No, we're not family. You're a political refugee and I have finally found someone who appreciates me for me. Well, you tell her that we're not your pets and we're not your toys! All right? We're an advanced, genius alien race just looking for a home. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea. Come on, what are they going to do, tow it? Where is he? (Gasps) Sammy! - Oh, come on. That's funny! - Sam. - Ha-ha! -I missed you guys so much. -Sure you did. What do you think? - Look at that. Wow. - JUDY: Cute. - SAM: You look old. - JUDY: Stop it. -SAM: Feel like I can see the end. -JUDY: Oh, I love your little tie. Hey, where's my girl? Where's my beautiful Carly? She's at work, Ma. She's got a new job. You guys said you were going to be here in a week. -The 21st, not the 11th, Dad. -We just hauled ass in this thing. - We stopped for gas-- - This thing, the love tub it flies. Oh, are we keeping you from something? Like, say, your job? - Well, it's about time. You had us worried. - Uh, I have, uh, job interviews. - Oh. That's good. - That sucks. - Stop it. You don't have to be so negative, Dad, you know? You're in DC, you're here with your son, your family. - I mean, it's a good time. - It's just, it sucks that you don't have a job. Yeah, but there's good things to do here, too, right? Right? - Museums and monuments, OK? I'll see you tonight. - RON: I'm bagging the gift. Sam, I think for an interview you should wear real pants. I think for life you should wear real pants. - Oh. What--What happened... - RON: Jesus. - ...to Bumblebee? He's off on his missions. I had to get this for backup. RON: Oh, your car has a job, huh? JUDY: Stop. - What does it change into? - It doesn't change into anything. It's a collector's item. I got it for a steal. It just needs some work. Trust me. No, I think it's darling. It reminds me a lot of Bumblebee if Bumblebee were a sad piece of shit. - (Engine churns and bangs) - Come on, work. JUDY: Come on, we'll give you a ride! OPTIMUS: In the years since our arrival, our new home, Earth has seen much change. Energon detectors guard its cities now. Long-range defence systems watch the skies. So now we assist our allies in solving human conflicts to prevent mankind from bringing harm to itself. (Speaking foreign language) (Shouts order) (Grunting), yelling) (Laughs) On the ground, per favore! And stay there! (Man (Screams) (Man yells) OPTIMUS: We work in secret teams on various missions around the globe. And all the while we search for signs of our true enemies' return. MAN: I am Voskhod General Counsel with Ukrainian Department of Energy. My government will officially deny that we're having this conversation. At one of our decommissioned facilities, a discovery was made which I fear may be alien in nature. The facility's name is Chernobyl. (Wind whistling) LENNOX: Mr. Voskhod. It's uninhabited since '86. I hear it won't be liveable again for another 20,000 years? At least. Ukraine was the most fertile land. It's a tragedy. This way. LENNOX: Gear up! We have 60 minutes on the ground. Watch your radiation levels. Mr. Voskhod, where's your protective gear? Where's your protective gear? It would not matter. For me, it's only matter of time. Through the school. Yuri will take you below. And one other thing, Colonel. In private. There were some energy experiments. (Gasps) (Whimpers) It can wait. LENNOX: Keep moving. Stay tight. LENNOX: OK, right here. I think I found it. Optimus, we got a visual. Looks like the object's trapped in some kind of a metal harness. What's this? Guys! Why does this thing have Soviet space programme markings on it? -Sputnik? -MAN: Energon readings, sir. - (Bleeping) - It's strong. - (Rapid (Bleeping) - Below us. It's coming fast. (Driller roars) - MAN: Look out! - MAN 2: Contact, contact! (Men (Grunting) and yelling) (Gunfire) (Man (Screams) (Men yelling) MAN: Get topside now! Move, move, move! (Optimus growling and (Grunting) (Growls) - Heavy weapons up! - Let's go! Let's go! - Heavy weapons up! Stay behind me! - Go! Go! - Optimus! (Men yelling) Go, go, go, go, go! - Fall back! - It's circling around us! - It's taking our flank! - It's taking our flank! - Come on! (Screaming) (Roaring) Get the heavy weapon! Optimus! (Growls) (Men (Grunting), breathing heavily) What the hell was that thing? That is Shockwave. Why was he after this? It's impossible. This is an engine part from a long lost Autobot ship. (Voskhod whimpering) (Gasping, panting) (Gunfire) Pleasure working with you. JUDY: Interviews. This is so exciting. Honey, do you want some gum? Your breath gets really gnarly when you're nervous. Mr. Witwicky? Yeah. Search is over. I'm Mr. Whitley. - Mr.-- Is anybody else joining? - No. - No? -You want me to move right there? -I'd prefer not. -Sensei. -Ready? Begin. Uh, graduated this year. Majored in geopolitics minor in tech studies. Very interested in government and technology how that's going to intersect and coexist. Shape the future. RON: What did we bother sending him to an Ivy college for? I mean, three months out of school and he can't find a job? - Mr. Masuhisu-- - Matsumoto. - Hasi-- - Matsumoto. - Moto. - Martha--Can I call you Martha? - No, you may not. - OK. Jack, there's two types of people in this world-- there's thinkers - there's doers. - Hmm. There's winners, there's dreamers, and there's buddies. What about some weaknesses? Just--I don't-- You have a very trustworthy face. You remind of, like, a-- an Asian Colonel Sanders. A man I can trust. JUDY: He's a millennial. That means they're the, you know, like, lost generation. -Why was the FBI looking for you? -The what? Yeah, FBI. Good of you to flag that. It was during all that alien craziness when you were 14. I mean, they were very kind to me, found me in a jiffy. Uh, and that's all been expunged. Obama gave me a medal, actually. I'm just sayin'. It's always good to have a--a medal guy in the office with a medal. - From Obama? - Yeah. In this office, we're mostly Republicans, so-- - I'm not feeling too good. - No? - No. Why don't you get a little dipping tray and dip the dog in the Pepto. That's a solution. -Pow. I got another one. We got to go! Come on! -Really?! Sit. Got myself a Mr. Sam Witwicky recent college graduate. Previous experience, next to zero, yet he has a recommend letter from our board? WTF to that. -Do I know somebody on your board? -Here's the deal. You know who we are. Accuretta Systems, global leader in telecom, aerospace, 17 billion in profit last year. We contract for DARPA, NASA, JPL, you name it. You perform here, doors open for you anywhere. First job out of college is critical, kid. You either take a step down the correct career path or you fall into a life-sucking abyss. - Mm. - So it all depends on how you respond to my next two words. Impress me. - Now? - Impress me. - You catch me off guard. I'm-- - Impress me. I--I'm an open book. Ask me any question you like. - So you're a go-getter.. - Yes, sir. - ...ramrod, take-charge - kind of guy? - I'm a killer. A stone-cold killer. - So, take charge-- - Take charge, Viking barbarian--of course, that's me. Pow! I'm here. We are not looking for that here. No brown-nosing. No suck-up. No toolery. I-- - (Click, bleep) - MAN: Yes, Mr. Brazos. Um, why is Shontel using what appears to be a red cup - from the red floor, when we are on the yellow floor? - MAN: I'm on it. It is a visual and, therefore, a visceral betrayal. St--Stop it! Such a dumbass. - Disgusting! - (Whimpers) - Thank you! -It's total anarchy around here. -(Woman sobbing) - The, uh e-mail I, uh, read said "administrative aide"? - Nope. Mailroom. I'm gonna go. Uh, do you have any idea how many Ivy League Phi Beta Kappas would kill to-- Mister, I saved your life twice. OK? I can't tell you how or when or why but I have done shit that matters and I'd just kind of like a job where I matter again. -So thank you, but no thank you. OK? -You know what I think? You want the job after this job. But, son, this is the job that's standing in your way. And that's why you're going to be so very, very good at it. 'Cause when I look at you, I see a younger me. MAN: (Over PA) All arriving Autobots IMTAR training and debriefing in 15 minutes. (Over PA) Dino, report to bay 23. Sideswipe, bay 37 for weapons assessment. MEARING: Senator, I suggest you remember that when the NSA wants funding, they call me. When the CIA is going to take out a target they ask first for my permission. And when the President wants to know which members of Congress are politically vulnerable in terms of, oh, let's say undiscovered criminal conduct I'm the number he dials. MAN: (On TV) US agencies say they've been monitoring the blast. But if in fact this was a covert military strike no nation has yet claimed responsibility. CIA is up my ass about this mystery raid in the Middle East. -So it's time to come clean. Was your unit involved? -Uh, I'm not sure, ma'am. All right, guys, this is how you do a Decepticon head kill shot. As Director of National Intelligence I'm a really big fan of intelligent answers. I--I can't really tell you definitively. These Autobots, they're like teenage kids-- they like to sneak out of the house every once in a while. -Colonel Lennox, are you in command or are you not? -Yes, ma'am, I am. Stop with the ma'am. Enough with the ma'am. Do I look like a "ma'am"? No, ma'am. Y--Yes, ma'a--Yes. -QUE: This gun is me perfect invention, Ironhide. -IRONHIDE: Right. Oh, good, you're here! Me name's Que. I do hope you have answers for him. I've never seen him so upset. Optimus, you remember Charlotte Mearing? Our Director of National Intelligence? He's in a bad mood. He's not talking to anybody today. -What is this, the silent treatment? -We've seen that and this is not that. - QUE: Definitely not. - This is worse. - Prime! Make something of yourself! - (Clang) - He's pissed. You lied to us. Everything humans know of our planet we were told had all been shared. So why was this found in human possession? We were in the dark on this also. It was Director Only clearance at Sector 7 until now. - The bag. - Which bag? - Hermes, Birkin, green ostrich! Oh, my God. This is a secret few men knew, and fewer still remain alive. Allow to me please introduce to you two of NASA's founding mission directors and astronaut Dr. "Buzz" Aldrin one of the first two men to step foot on the moon. Sir? Optimus Prime. And from a fellow space traveller, it's a true honour. The honour is mine. Our entire space race of the 1960s, it appears was in response to an event. Our astronauts investigated a crashed alien ship. No survivors on board. We were sworn to secrecy by our Commander in Chief. - This was a mission you will never speak of. - I understand, sir. A total of 35 people knew the real plan at NASA. Soviets managed to land unmanned probes. Somehow they must have picked up that fuel rod. We believe the Russians deduced that the rod was a fissionable fuel assembly believed they had it mastered and tried to harness it at Chernobyl. We landed six missions in all. We took hundreds of photos and samples. We locked them away forever and the moon programme was shut down. Well, did you search the crash vault? The ship's name was the Ark. I watched it escape Cybertron myself. It was carrying an Autobot technology which would have won us the war and its captain. -Who was its captain? -The great Sentinel Prime, the technology's inventor. He was commander of the Autobots before me. It's imperative that I find it before the Decepticons learn of its location. Our Autobot spacecraft has the ability to get there. And you must pray it's in time. Hi. I'm here to see Carly Spencer. (Dog (Growls) Carly! - You got the job? - This is crazy. - You really got it? - Yes. See? What did I tell you? It's the bunny. (Chuckles) - You are so welcome. - Do you like me more? - A little bit, yeah. You said you were his assistant curator you didn't say the guy owned Space Mountain. I know. Isn't it beautiful in here? And he's the coolest guy. Ever. - Yeah? - Yeah. - Sam. Dylan Gould. -Hey. A pleasure to meet you. -Pleasure meeting you. Carly's told me a lot about you. - Well, vice versa. It's--It's a-- - Oh, really? - It's a beautiful building you got. It's like the Starship Enterprise in here. (Chuckles) Thank you very much. It leaks. Uh, before Carly came to help run the collection it was just a complete mess. But now the restorations are back on track we're going to Pebble Beach this year and we're going to get a trophy for that stand right there. You know why? - Because this woman right here is my secret weapon. - (Both chuckle) Mr. Gould, please, you exaggerate. All I've done is get you organized. - Oh, you have done much more than that, my Duchess. - Nicknames, that's fun. - Yeah. The Duchess. - SAM: Hmm. - She's adorable. You know, when I stole her away from the British Embassy, I said it's easy to manage a country. Try managing a priceless collection of art. Take a look at this 1939 Delahaye 165 Cabriolet. Designed by a Frenchman. Look at the curves. Elegant, isn't it? Beautiful. Sensual. Built to evoke the body of the ideal woman. Come on. My dad had a ten-dollar desk and a dream and he built it into an empire. SAM: (Laughing) Oh, wow. DYLAN: We're the largest accounting firm in the US. I started up the venture side after he passed. Invest in the future. Try and bet on the winners. See, collecting cars helps me keep my sanity. You guys look great. Oh. That was a great day, Mr. Gould. - I haven't seen that one. - No. Me, neither. - DYLAN: Jeans are tight. - (Carly chuckles) Oh, here we go. Here we go. You see that? Judgment. Judge a man by his car? And you're gonna wave at him while he's judging me? What's with you? He's my boss. This job pays for our food, our rent. No, I totally understand. I'm totally fine. I get it. I'm well fed. And guess what--I'm not your boy toy any more. I got my big boy pants on. You see 'em? -In the car. Thank you, Duchess. -Oh, my God. Are you threatened by him? (Laughs) (Continues laughing) Threatened! What am I threatened by? His money? His power? His good looks? None of the above. Check! -God, your temper tantrums are so sexy. -Get in the car, please. Sam, he's hardly the first man to ever smile at me. - I think I can handle it. - Hold on, hold on. It's--It's the smiling back part that gets me. - OK? - OK. No more smiles. - (Engine churning) - Never again. I promise. - You see, that works for me. Come on. (Stamping) Easy! Easy! You're not going to get it started that way. Oh, I'm just getting it ready. You know, I'm about 32% done with my restoration. Some chrome work, put a spoiler on the back. Done deal. You know, Carly's been telling me you've been struggling job-wise. Just so you know, I'm on the board for Accuretta Systems and I--I put in a call for you. Let's keep it between us, OK? She's so proud of you. (Chuckles) You're a lucky man. OPTIMUS: Xantium approaching Tranquillity Base. (Radio crackling) MAN: This is Houston. You are go for landing. (Radio chatter) OPTIMUS: Ratchet, let's roll. MAN: (Over radio) Roger. I think that's a good side. MAN: (Over radio) Bearing looks good, Houston. MAN: (Over radio) Did they get that mag, Capcom? - Three and a half down. - Roger. Copy contact. OPTIMUS: We're entering the Ark. RATCHET: His levels are faint. He locked himself away to guard the pillars. Sentinel. You're coming home, old friend. (Animals calling) (Truck approaching) (Grunting) (Growling) (Growling) (Growls) All hail Megatron. (Gibbering) and munching) (Giggles) My master! Yes, master! Yes! (Gibbering) - (Squawking, chattering) - Oh, don't be greedy, my fragile ones. Oh, my poor master. How it pains me to see you so wounded, so weak. Spare me, you gaseous sycophant! You know what you are told, which is nothing. (Bird squawks) Soundwave reporting, Lord Megatron. And what news from your little assassin? Autobots have taken the bait! They've discovered the Ark and returned with its cargo. You did me great honour tracking that ship to the moon. Your human collaborators have served their purpose, Soundwave. It's time to eliminate loose ends. SOUNDWAVE: Laserbeak, kill them all. LASERBEAK: With pleasure. LASERBEAK: Is your daddy home? GIRL: "Then Madeline said--" WOMAN: Madeline! LASERBEAK: Hello, Mom. (Screaming) (Screams) Get out of the house! -What are you doing in my house?! -LASERBEAK: Just visiting. -MAN: What is this hoochie-mama outfit? -(Speaking Spanish) No. This is the aerospace division, OK? - (Speaking Spanish) - We do not allow that here! New guy! You see that? That's a Latin meltdown, OK? You show up in my office in a hoochie-mama outfit you're fired. You got that? OK? You're gonna be on this cart for two and a half years, OK? I want you to live it, love it and name it. There's no ladder-climbing in my office. - I run a tight ship. OK? - Yes, sir. - Move! (soft rock song) I found that paper I was telling you about. -What are we looking at? -Shut up! You do that to me again and I'll kick your ass! - Hi. - Oh. Hi, angel. - How are you? - I'm good. I had a meeting downtown. Is it OK for me to stop by? I don't know. My 500-page employee conduct manual - isn't exactly a page turner. - This is great. Yeah. Autobots are off saving the world and I have organized four binders. I'm living the dream. Come on. Visitor violation. - You OK? - Absolutely. I'm next. - Listen. - Hm. Saturday. Dylan's throwing a party at his house. It's a work thing, but he's invited you, too. - Oh, did he? - I want you to come and laugh at my bad jokes. It would really mean a lot to me, OK? I'd love to go. How'd you get over here? - Car. - You don't have a car. - Yes, I do. -What, did you win it in a raffle? -Uh, he gave me one. - He gave you a car? - Yeah. - I think it was a work perk. - Huh. A work perk. What kind of car did he give you? - Um, a Mercedes SLS AMG. - Mm-hm? - (Tapping keys) - Really throaty engine. -WOMAN: The Mercedes-Benz SLS-- -You drove this here? (Sighs) That's a $200,000 car. -I know. -You know how long it would take me to afford a car like this? - A long time? - Yeah, like 53 years. -He said it was for both of us. -Then what we should do is we should sell it and buy a house. You're frustrated, I know. I've been there. It's called paying your dues. Good things will happen. Ladies and gentlemen I need some lunch-time filing done stat. - Who would like to score.. - He's comin'. - ...some Bruce Brazos points? - Bruce, you found your guy. - CARLY: Ahem. Witwicky! The man who makes this company run. - SAM: Hmm. - Now, who have we here? Is it sister, Facebook friend, Twitter tweeter? - Carly, this is Bruce. Bruce. - Hi. I'm his girlfriend. A pleasure to meet you. -Sam was right--you really do have a smashing head of hair. -Well, thank you. - (Sam stifles a chuckle) - Sam, I got to run. - Yeah. Oh. Here--your present. Your favourite colour. - Nice to meet you, Mr. Brazos. - And you. See you, boys. (Bell dings) -I'm still stewing about that binder incident, Jerry. -May I finish my Shuhua milk, Donny? -I don't care about your exotic milk. I care about respect! -(Slurping) Ahh. # You light up my life. # Give me... # (sighs) - I know who you are! Witwicky! Witwicky! - (Bell dings) - I know you. I know who-- I'm talking to you! - SAM: Excuse me. Thank you. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, tiger. You showed up in the background of six different photos, two continents, with aliens. That was you in Egypt. Huh? Right? Because you know the aliens. See you! Give me my jacket! (Grunting) Hah! I'm Wang. Deep Wang. Deep Wang. You're not getting it. Deep Throat. - (Whimpers) - Watergate? - I'm talking code to you! - (Door bangs) - Damn it. - (Moans) Shh! They watch and listen. I can't go to the government, but you--you can! Because shit's going down, son! It is Code Pink, as in Floyd! Dark Side! Why do you think no one's been up there since 1972? Though you're speaking English, I just-- it--it's a very strange English. That's why I'm not-- Oh. Oh, don't. -I'm gonna hit you. -I'm gonna hit you right back, son. It's my manifesto. - They're whackin' us out-- everyone who knows what's on the dark s-- - (Door bangs, man talking) Your alien friends are in danger-- you know, the good ones. It's up to you. - (Banging) - JERRY: Calm down. - Ow! Easy, Sam! (Zip) What are you looking at? Yo, dawg. Are you up in my shit?! Who are you working for? Staredown, you and me. (Stamps foot) Guess I won. UPBEAT MUSIC Since becoming a ready business a year ago, work's picked up, and we've added six more jobs a day. I've put this down to our new way of working. Everyone's on the same page, making managing jobs simple as. I don't think we've ever been so busy. There's more cash in the till, and we've even brought on a new bloke. Ooh, a bit cold, mate. More Kiwi businesses are benefitting from being ready. You can too. Moon satellites. The Russian space programme. Experts dead. Space programme ends. Dark--Dark side-- Dark side of the moon. Look what I found outside the bathroom. Huh? Is it yours? Deal with this. Yes, sir. -I did everything you want! -I really think we should talk, 'cause some of the stuff you-- - Whoa! Knock first! - (Whirring) Can't you see I'm busy? Who are you? Who are you? You straddled me in the stall. That's happened to me once in this life--I wouldn't forget it. - I don't know. - From the bathroom stall-- - you took your package out. - Whoa! - You pulled your package out-- - Whoa! We are not boyfriends, OK?! One phone call from me and I'll have you fired. Oh, yes, I will, Gaylord! - Jerry (Screams) - Are you OK? -It's the haemorrhoids! -Well, should I come back-- When should I come back? Come back when you learn some manners! I don't know him! I would never say anything! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, OK, OK! I sabotaged the mapping satellite, just like I promised. I even put a blind spot in the programme as a bonus! What more do you want from me? Jerry, you are my favourite. -I'll do whatever you want me to do. -I know, but my superiors need me to.. -Ple--Please. You don't have to do-- - ...suicide you. -You-- You don't have to do this. -What did you say to Witwicky? Ah, shit! Huh? Who wants some chicken dinner now, bitch?! 'Cause somebody messed with the wrong Wang today! - (Snarling) - Come on! You want some of me?! Huh?! (Grunting) Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no! (Screams) -I don't need any more didactic lectures from Chuck. -(Screaming) - Jesus! - (Thud) - (Car alarm blaring) - BRUCE: Get legal. - MAN: That's Jerry! - BRUCE: Come on, people. Yes, a workmate died but looking out the window is not going to bring him back. The man was depressed. -WOMAN: Don't take a picture! -You can keep watching him, but he's not getting up. You all read "Humpty Dumpty." OK? Witwicky. I'm spearheading press. You clean up. Wang is everywhere. He is in the bistro. He's in the bamboo. He's on the balustrade. You see the sidewalk down there? (Laughs) Man! Box up his personals. Get his name off his parking space. MAN: Hey, when do we get a new copier? Listen, I'm not going to say anything about what I saw. Who you share a toilet stall with is totally your business. This is exceedingly Japanese. (Bleeping) They never make it easy, do they? (Screaming) (Grunting, panting) CARLY: What is with you? SAM: This is the real deal, Carly, OK? I need you to stay composed. It's real life. I'll explain it to you later. We got an emergency, you got to get Colonel Lennox out here. I'm reporting the Decepticons-- the Decepticons are back. You got to open that gate right now. Easy, sir. This is Health & Human Services. Right. Packing M4's? What are you protecting, colostomy bags? - Bed pans? Throat lozenges? - Babe. Where'd you get that hat from, nursing school? So you're nurses and foot-powder protectors? - Babe--Baby-- - Fantastic. Yes. -I don't think we're in the right place. -We are in the right place. - We are in the right place and I'm gonna talk to Optimus right now. - Sir. -You're gonna get Optimus out here. -Sir, you got the wrong building. I don't know what you're talking about. What part of "Decepticons are back" do you not understand? Yo! -You being a smartass? -Do not hit my car! It's a collector's item! - (Clunking) - I wouldn't do that. - CARLY: You're crazy! - CARLY: Whoa! - SAM: Whoa! - We've got an Energon reading! - Got aliens in the vehicle! - SAM: Whoa! - You move, you're dead! - Out! Out! Out! - Whoa! - Got aliens in the vehicle! - Whoa! - Ha! Freeze! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! - Get out! - We're freezing! - Are you-- Are you kidding me?! - Sam, they've got guns! - (Grunting) - CARLY: Oh, my-- - MAN: I got him. Go. - Bee! - Is Bee in there?! (Grunts) - MAN: Are you kidding me? - OK, all right! - MAN: Get up! This how you treat Autobots? We're on the same team. Yeah, enjoy your next job at 7-Eleven, dickhead. - That's right. - A-hole. How's your car now? That's my car. Come here. - Come here! - Come on. Sam. What is your deal, huh? I know your black ops stuff is important to you and I'm not trying to diminish it or, you know guilt-trip you or anything, I just never see you any more. You can't come to the garage and just hang out one night? -Sam. That makes me feel bad. -Well, yeah, I hope you feel bad. You should feel bad. Look at the jalopy I'm driving now-- I feel bad every single day. Yo, let's go. Both of you. Lennox wants to see you. WHEELS: Whoa, we not good enough for you any more? I'm sorry, babe. They were very rude, all right? And you're fixing my car. You don't think so? Raise your hand if you had a flying psycho-ninja copier try to kill you today! - (Wand whistling) - Those are my brass knuckles. That's my anklet. Do I have to take that off too? And my toe rings? MAN: (Over PA) All NEST officials clear the floor. We have ten minutes until attempted contact. MEARING: We've taken possession of the five devices that were hidden in the ship with Sentinel Prime. They're some kind of prototype Autobot technology. They say Sentinel was the Einstein of his civilization so we're going to keep these locked up until we know what we're dealing with. Right now, no one gets access. No one. This Wang guy recognized me. He told me to warn you. - He was talking about the dark side of the moon and then it killed him. - Wait a minute. - He mentioned the moon? - Yeah. Dark side of the moon. But why would Decepticons want to kill humans? I thought their war was with the Autobots. And that is when he made his first quick-look science report. That's what we want-- Who's the chick? OK. -Excuse me! Colonel Lennox? -Director Mearing, this is Sam Witwicky, a civilian-- I know his name, Colonel. I want to know who gave him clearance. Who gave me clearance? How about Optimus Prime when he touched down in suburbia looking for my house? -This is the National Intelligence Director. In case you-- -Hi. Disrespecting a federal officer? Hm! Maybe that'll get you somewhere. Who's she? -She's my girlfriend. -What is this, like a date? She knows all about the Autobots, OK? She knows Bumblebee and she comes from a military family. - I can vouch for her. - Hey, I--I have an idea. How about we get back to the important topics like the fact that I almost had my face cut off by a Decepticon? - As a taxpayer, I'd like to lodge a complaint as a matter of fact. - OK. Listen, all right. One of the software engineers in Sam's office was murdered today. -He was involved in NASA's lunar mapping probe. -Here's the thing, Colonel Lennox. We cannot entrust national security to teenagers unless I missed a policy paper. Are we doing that now? No. Good. I don't care who you are. If you breathe a word of what you've seen here you will do time for treason. Do you understand me? I'll take my orders from the Autobots. I know them. I don't know you. You will. (Engine whirring, radio chatter) LENNOX: Sentinel Prime. These things run on Energon, and he's out of it. He's in a sort of a sleep mode. OPTIMUS: Let us begin. That's the great Matrix of Leadership. He holds the only thing in the universe that can repower a Transformer's spark. This is incredible. OPTIMUS: Sentinel Prime we bid you return. (Grunting) (Groaning) (Gibbering) (Roars) -(Grunting) -Hold your fire! - Stop! Sentinel! - LENNOX: Hold your fire! - Stop! It is I, Optimus Prime! OPTIMUS: It is all right. You are safe. IRONHIDE: There's nothing to fear. OPTIMUS: We are here. You are home, Sentinel. The war. The war! The war was lost. Cybertron is now but a barren wasteland. We have taken refuge here on planet Earth. Its human race is our ally. My ship. We came under fire. The pillars. Where are the pillars? -You saved five of them, including the control pillar. -Only five?! We once had hundreds! Excuse me, gentlemen. May I ask, what is this technology you're looking for? It is the ability to reshape the universe. Together the pillars form a space bridge. I designed and I alone can control it. It defies your laws of physics to transport matter through time and space. -You're talking about a teleportation device, aren't you? -Yes, for resources, for refugees. Refugees, or troops of soldiers, weapons, maybe bombs! A means of an instant strike! That's its military function, isn't it? It is our technology and it must be returned. Yes. If humans say so. You can't just bring weapons of mass destruction into our atmosphere! Kinda have to clear customs first! A little formality called paperwork kinda separates us from the animals. I will overlook your condescending tone if you heed the gravity of mine. The Decepticons must never know the space bridge is here. For in their hands it would mean the end of your world. "Total Nightmare" file. So, the investigation is open. We've sent agents to your office and for the time being we're going to send you home with Autobot protection. Uh, who do--who do I need to speak to to get you guys to understand that I can help? - That I can contribute? - Hey, we can all help. Want me to tell you what I know? I can tell you about the solar system all the fun planets to hang out in. - Get off my desk, please. - Oh, you pulling out guns? -(Mutters) I can't help you out now. She angry. -Oh, my God. What do you envision for me? I go home now? I go back to work? I make copies? I mean-- This is a unit for veteran intelligence officers and Special Forces not for boys who once owned special cars. That's a bit harsh, isn't it, ma'am? -Don't call me ma'am. I'm not a ma'am. -You're a woman, aren't you? -(Clearing throat) So are those yours? -Yeah. CIA. I only ask 'cause I also have a medal, from the President. Yeah. Great. So it's not that complicated, right? No one gets to work with the Autobots unless I approve it. You're breaking my chain of command. Come on. Let's go. You've done what you came for. With all due respect, young man, I appreciate what you did. But you're not a soldier. You're a messenger. You've always been a messenger. He's a hero. Bee, you take the freight elevator. I'll see you up there. WHEELS: Ah, this blows. That lady officially kicked us out. BRAINS: Yeah. Witness Protection Programme sucks. Yeah, but we're a whole lot safer with big yellow and his cannons. 'Cause that dog can't protect crap. SAM: Bee? You miss hanging out? Yeah. Me, too. (Sighs) That woman, she called me a messenger. Can you believe that? After everything I've done I'm a messenger. Oh, I believe it. I tell ya, Sammy, we feel the same way. The disrespect on this rock is criminal. We should do something about it. Bee. I need to know why they're killing humans. I say we call in the expert. My next guest is a former American intelligence operative who has dared to speak out regarding our alleged military alliance with what many describe as a group of extraterrestrial mercenaries. He is the author of the bestselling book Code-Name Hero. Former special agent, Seymour Simmons. Bill. Big fan. Great to be here. Now, Agent Simmons, you would have us believe that it is in our best interest to formally take sides in this so-called alien civil war? Well, the other side wanted to spank us for breakfast so I wouldn't exactly call it a toss-up. These Decepticons are lethal. But polls show half the world would feel safer with the Autobots completely gone. Get 'em outta here! We don't need them here! I feel safer when I sleep with a hand grenade. Doesn't mean I'm always right. Now, Agent, here at "the Factor" we have obtained documents that show you were fired-- - Chaz, I'm doing an interview. - Sorry, Mr. Simmons. - Downsized, Bill. - BILL: Your psych` - Budget cuts. Chaz, out. - BILL: ...evaluation report ` BILL: "severe delusional tendencies". This is ambush journalism. You want the truth about the alien alliance? Buy my book! Buy my book, before it's too late, people! - SIMMONS: You want a piece of me, Bill? You want to get naked? - Wow. -Interview is over! -You sound like a pinhead, Agent. And I've got a suggestion for you-- - damage control. - SIMMONS: Dutch! You have obviously upset Mr. Simmons! You have 23 seconds to leave the property! I have called the police! You are peasant people throwing rocks at a giant! -What's up next? What have we got? -Book signing, midtown, noon. Then we pitch your reality show to the Discovery Channel. Oh, and I have this, um--um-- Witwicky who keeps calling me, five times today. Kid? What does he want? I called you because the Decepticons are back and I want to know why and I need your help. They're back? Well, that's good for business. What if I told you I know a 50-year-old alien secret that nobody ever told you? Do not tempt my addiction. I have gone through withdrawal, kid. -Dutch, is this line secure? -No. Don't take the risk. I'm rich, why should I? Do not relapse. I won't. Do not let the demons win. Got it. What kind of secret? Apollo. Moon. Aliens. Cover-up. Future tech. Assassinations. That kind of stuff. Oh, Apollo. Dutch! Tell Megatron, "Let's tango." So majestic and peaceful, this planet. Unlike the final days of Cybertron. I've wondered what might have been if you had fought the final battle, instead of me. Never mourn the past, young warrior. Thanks to you, our race survives. You were our leader, Sentinel. It is your right to lead us again. In a world I do not know I am no longer your teacher, Optimus. You are mine. You've got to break this case down. What we have here an astronaut epidemic. MIA. Dead. Died in a car accident. Killed. DOA. Car death. It's like these guys can't drive. They can fly into outer space, but they can't drive a car. -Procured your information, Witwicky. -Thank you, Bruce. Now... You let me see one right now. One time. - Quick. - Very. Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter. Says NASA launched it in 2009. I see forensics show Wang may have messed with the code preventing it from mapping the far side of the moon. - Which is also the dark side. - Fucking awesome. They infiltrate us, intimidate us, coerce us to do their dirty work. And once they're done ` doosh, a double-tap to the cerebellum. So humans are working for the Decepticons. I don't think this is about the Decepticons looking for something on the moon. I think it's about something they wanted to hide. Come to Daddy. Come on, throw down. (Grunting) Hah! Did you eat a lot of paint chips when you were a kid? -He's a freak. -Ha! Like it? Whoa! (Grunts) (Laughing) - I'm ticklish! (continues laughing) - Sir! We are having a pretty high level alien intel confab here that I don't think you're cleared for, -errand boy. -Yeah. You're right. - It's a bitchin' robot. - I think it's time to go, Bruce. - OK? - Thank you so much for this. - Got to go, Bruce. Hey, I'm smokin' over here. Downloading missing Russian cosmonauts. Turns out the Soviets cancelled a manned mission to the moon-- the moon--in 1972. And two of their cosmonauts went into hiding in America. And I just found them alive. WHEELS: You're a genius, Brains. ALL: Whoa! BRAINS: Oh, that was smooth, Bumblebee. Missed it by that much. -Hi. -Would somebody care to tell me what the hell's going on? - Who are you? - Who are you? - Who am I? Who is that? Dutch! Frisk her! - Certainly. No. Dutch. Uh-- - Don't touch me. - I'm not gonna touch her. - Sam? Angel. Uh, I--I was working. I'm sorry about this. -BRAINS: Great. We're homeless. -She lives here? Wow. You had your chance to frisk her. - I have a girlfriend. - Really? What's her name? - India. We're supposed to be at Dylan's party, remember? I do remember, but, you know, my friends, they need me. I have to be here right now. Oh, what, the Autobots and the military, they can't handle this on their own? You know what I liked about your war stories, Sam? It's that they were stories, they were in the past. Look, I know you're thinking about your brother, OK? And you're thinking about your family. - And it's not that situation. - No? - No. - Why not? Why isn't it, Sam? You think we'd rather have his medals or we'd rather have him? I hear you. I get it. Where are you taking my bunny? Stop! Just stop for a second. You think I could sleep last night? And then it hit me-- no, Sam wants to be in danger. -He doesn't know who he is without it. -I just want to matter. You matter to me. I know you're worried. I know you're worried but I promise you, I can--I can handle this. -Can you? You can promise it? -I promise. Sam, I don't want to lose you, and I know where this leads. I'm not ready for this. -Are you coming with me? -I can't. OK. Hey. Here's your foot. The warrior's path is a solitary one. How the hell did she afford that car? - Her boss. - Rich bastards! I used to hate them. Now, it's-- Germans know how to make cars, let me tell ya. My Dutchman, former NSA cybersleuth extraordinaire tracked them down here. -So these cosmonauts went into hiding. Why? -Bingo. I got a match. You're a German Shepherd, Dutch. The thing about Russians is they never like to talk. Better take a little of the "international language". -Do svidaniya. -(Russian accent) That means "good-bye". (Whispers) Watch this. (Conversing in Russian) # (Russian hip-hop playing over speakers) (People chatting in Russian) SIMMONS: Stay loose. Dutch, give me something tough. Uh Baryshnikov. -We do speak English. -Dutch, you suck. -But--It's a Cyrillic alphabet. It's like all the buttons you never push on a calculator! (Man chuckling) -DUTCH: I don't suck. -Agent Seymour Simmons, Sector Eight, formerly Seven. We know who you are, cosmonautchiks. - So what? - You were supposed to travel to the dark side of the moon, then it all got shut down. The question is why? (Speaking Russian) - (Shouting in Russian) - SIMMONS: Na zdorovie! - "Can my child smoke in here?" (Shouting in Russian) (Both women shouting in Russian) (People exclaiming) Dutch (Screams) -OK, all right. OK. -Go ahead, shoot me. -(Speaking Russian) SIMMONS: I'm willing to die for my country. Are you? (Woman speaking Russian) - Really? - (Shouts in Russian) - SIMMONS: You are beautiful. Has anyone ever told you you're beautiful? She's got-- - She's a beautiful woman. - (Shouts in Russian) - (Yelling, gun fires) - (Bones crunch) - Whoa! Hey! - (People exclaiming) - Dutch! Back in the cage. - (Yells) - SIMMONS: Dutch! -Halt, Dutch! Halt! -Control your boy, please. Control your boy! Dutch! Schtop! (Speaking odd German) schtop! -I'm so sorry. That is the old me. -OK, let's--everybody just calm down! Let's lower the heat, lower the guns, let's relax. World War II is over. You are about to see one of the biggest Soviet secrets. America, first to send man to the moon. But USSR first to send camera. In 1959, our Luna 3 take picture of the dark-- the shadow--side. Sees nothing. But in 1963, Luna 4 sees-- - Strange rocks. - Yeah. Around the ship. Hundreds of them. Yeah, show picture. YURI: With some drag marks. I've seen these. These aren't rocks, these are pillars. Alien pillars for a space bridge. We know about them because the Autobots have five of these. The Decepticons must have raided the ship before Apollo 11 ever got there took the pillars, and hid them. It doesn't make sense. The Decepticons have the ship, they have all those pillars. Why would they leave Sentinel when he's the only one who can use them? -Unless-- -He's the one thing they still need. We've got to meet up with Sentinel rendezvous with him and keep him safe. Mearing, I just picked up Sentinel. Optimus is 10 minutes behind. We're coming to NEST now. Mr. Witwicky, I thought I made it clear to you that I did not want you calling this phone. Listen, the whole thing has been a setup since the beginning. The Decepticons wanted Optimus to find Sentinel because only Optimus could revive him. -But we have the space bridge. -Miriam, you have five pillars. I just learned that they have hundreds. You're doing exactly what they wanted you to do! What do you need me to say to you? The Decepticons are coming for Sentinel Prime! We're going to NEST. MAN: (Over PA) We have an Energon alert. Energon readings detected on the DC parkway. MAN: Currently tracking three black Suburbans. (Siren blaring) Whoa! (Screams) Bee, you got to get Sentinel out of here! You got to guard him! Oh, mein Gott! I'm fired! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! (Roars) (Gunfire) Got you! (Laughs) Shoot him! Shoot him! Shoot him, Bee! Bee, you got to move faster! Faster, Bee! Go! Bee! (Yells) (Sam Screaming) (Sam Grunts) (Sam Screaming) (Continues Screaming) All right, back to NEST! (Siren wailing) IRONHIDE: Dino, I got him! Ironhide! -(Speaking Cybertronian) -IRONHIDE: Is there a problem? -SIDESWIPE: Whoa. A little Mexican standoff we got here. -Weapons down. -And we'll let you escape with your dignity. -(Growling) -(Speaking Cybertronian) -Drop 'em. That's good. -Ironhide, watch out! -(Grunts) (Yells) Ironhide, catch! (Snarls) -(Groans) -Behind you! (Roaring) IRONHIDE: Decepticon punk! Class dismissed. LENNOX: Get inside! Let's go! MAN: Move! Teams moving! - Lennox! - Go! Go, go, go, go! -We got Decepticons everywhere. -I got my whole team deployed looking for 'em. Ironhide! Protect Sentinel! Get him locked up inside! - Consider it done! - Yeah, you got to guard him 'cause he's the key to the whole thing. Indeed I am. What you must realize, my Autobot brothers is we were never going to win the war. For the sake of our planet's survival a deal had to be made with Megatron. (Yells, groans) (Grunting) - Get back! - What have you done?! -(Grunts) -I hereby discharge you from duty. (Screams) No! MAN: Fall back! Take cover! - Bee! - Get back! - Bee! (Men Screaming) Rally all NEST forces back to the base! Come on! Come on! (Groans) MAN: Get a medic down here! LENNOX: All right. We don't have enough men! Do not engage Sentinel! MEARING: Just go to the back gate. MAN: Take cover! MAN: Bunch left! Bunch left! MEARING: Let's go! Follow me! MAN: Go! Light him up! Go! (Men shouting) - Director, don't go there! - Stand down! - Hey, Sentinel! - Director! - What is going on?! What do you think you're doing?! I am a Prime! I do not take orders from you. Director Mearing, come on. We can't fight him. Let's go. We have to go. Now return what belongs to me! (Men shouting) Oh, my God! Move! - MAN: You guys OK? - 2nd MAN: Is everybody out? Is everybody out?! MAN: OK, buddy, stay calm. You're gonna be fine, just breathe slow. Yeah, take a look, Optimus! This is all on you! Sentinel hit the vault! Took the pillars. Come on, let's go. All right, notify the 101st Airborne! We need to hunt this thing down! - (Grunting and panting) - (Sirens blaring) Carly! - Hot from our little campfire. S'mores. - Aw. Isn't that great? I mean, we're really living off the land. Mom, Dad, have you guys seen Carly come home yet? -Excuse me, can you knock, please? This is our bedroom. -Why wouldn't she be at home? We had a fight and we--we might have, uh broken up, or be on a break. I don't really know. - What?! No. - Look, I--I-- I can't talk about it right now. I can't go into details, Mom. - I have to find her. - You gotta be kidding me. Sit down. We're having a family meeting. Family meeting! You may not know this, but your father and I were not always this perfectly happy. You know, there was a time in our marriage when I thought this was not gonna work out. - Can we please not? - She's damaging him. -You break up with one world-class hottie-- -No. Stop. Stop. OK? She dumped me, I moved on to something better. - That's it. I'm a happier person. - The second beautiful-- - Why don't you help me? - (Judy continues) - They had an argument. - SAM: One fight. You're not going to get a third one. I mean, unless you have, like, a big-- - What the f--?! Ma! Mom, Mom, Mom. - Maybe you just don't know what you're doing. -I don't wanna talk about this any more. -You need the book. You're always wrong. Get used to it. OK, this--You got to read this. "She Comes First." There's some killer shit in there. - No, no, no. - Oh, that's it, I'm going. - No, no, no, no. Sit down, sit down! Back me up! - Happy wife, happy life. - Yeah. Unhappy wife, stone-cold misery for the rest of your-- - Stop. - It's true. All I'm saying is, do you love this girl? - She's the one. - Then you got to go get her. I mean, your dad and I, when we had troubles, he-- he moved heaven and earth to find me. Lookit, what did you-- Say what you said. Say it. "I will follow you to the end of time." - Does that suck, or what? - No. - It's like a bad sci-fi film. - No, it was so sweet. I want you to get out of the city--you get as far away from here as you can. You understand? I love you. UPBEAT MUSIC Did you realise that the average NZ home produces around 8 litres of moisture a day? Over a year, it's the equivalent of two of these. Moisture is created by day-to-day living, like indoor clothes drying, cooking and showering. Rising damp from beneath your house can add to the problem. Damp homes are harder to heat, and they're bad for our health. So reduce moisture by opening windows and doors regularly to let fresh air circulate, use externally vented fans in kitchens, bathrooms and laundries, dry your clothes outside when you can, and make sure you sort out insulation and heating too. Here's a tip ` always address the sources of moisture in your home before considering installing a ventilation or dehumidifying system. Check out energywise.govt.nz for advice on how to solve dampness in your home. Reducing moisture improves your warmth, comfort and health. I'll see you next time. (Buzzing, crackling) (Snarling, Gibbering) Ah, my master! Such a brilliant scheme! So when Sentinel left Cybertron, it was to defect? He was meant to rendezvous with me here on Earth before fate waylaid us both. The only way to revive him-- we needed Prime and his Matrix. Excellent strategy. Mine, mine! (Giggling) So he is now your partner, master? He is my greatest triumph. So impressive. -Commencing transport. -Stop! No! No, no, Sentinel! Forgive me. Here we are. Fight us now. (Soldiers shouting) - Contact! - Watch out! - Fall back, fall back! OPTIMUS: Autobots, retreat! (Roaring) (Grunting) WOMAN: All units, we need backup on the Mall. (Sirens, people yelling) (Grunting) Why, Sentinel, why?! For Cybertron! For our home! What war destroyed, we can rebuild! -But only if we join with the Decepticons. -No, it's not the only way. -This is our home! We must defend the humans! -So lost you are, Optimus. On Cybertron, we were gods. And here, they call us machines. Let the humans serve us, or perish. You're lucky I didn't kill you. In time you'll see. It's not over. DYLAN: Now, if I were him I wouldn't let you out of my sight for one second. -(Chuckles) -Mmm. It's funny--I was just thinking on the way over here I could really use some advice from Dylan. And there he is. Can I speak to you? Welcome. Please, sit down, have a drink. You know what, I don't need a drink. Or a car, or a job. I just need to speak to my girlfriend alone. Is that OK with you, Mr. Inappropriate? Excuse me. - What's going on? - I'll tell you outside. Really think I could help you, Sam. I remember a talk I had with my dad once about tough choices. SAM: Yeah, now's not the time. We'll set something up, though. Of course, that was way back, when my dad's firm was in charge of budget review and accounting for NASA. You see, the thing that he taught me was when it's not your war you join the side that's going to win. - Move. - Too direct? Or was it just me? - Certainly not you, sir. (Engine roars, tyres squeal) (Sam and Carly scream) (Snarling) - (Screams) - You're mine! - No! - (Carly gasping) - Get help! Someone get help! - Sam, I can't get out! - Good night. - Good night, Mr. Dylan. - Get me out of here! (Grunts) SAM: Help! Get help! - He's young. He will learn. - Get me out! - Good night. It was a fun night. You really think you're the first man ever asked to join the noble alien cause? -Who are you?! -Do you know why we've not been back to the moon since 1972? Because these two they came to my dad and they told him to do some creative accounting. Make it way too expensive to ever go back. So he and others shut down the American and Russian space programmes and they've been our clients ever since. -You helped them kill people? -You think they give you a choice? Besides, it's not like I personally participated. I am a liaison. I liaise. (Grunting) DYLAN: It's hostile takeover time, Sam. (Carly whimpering) Sam! - Sam! Sam! - Let her go! Sam! (Moaning, whimpering) DYLAN: I've had my eye on you for years, Sam. The one spy I've never been able to provide is someone close to the Autobots. Sam! Don't do what he wants! Yes, he will. They all do. (Groans) They will slaughter her, you understand me? In the time it takes you to blink they will do it to her and they will do it to me. So you show a little respect when someone offers you a job! A wrist. You are to track down Optimus Prime because you're the one human he trusts and you will ask one question-- how does he intend to fight back? Strategies, tactics, everything! (Screams) - Has a nasty little bite, doesn't it? It's very high-tech. - (Groaning) It lets us see what you see, hear what you hear and it taps your nervous system. So if you so much as try and signal-- - (Whirring, clicking) - (Groans) I don't know what to tell you, Sam. Relationships have consequences. -I am here because of my father. She is here because of you. -(Gasping) Stop, stop, stop! Stop! Soundwave, would you please? Sam, do your job. She'll be safe. I give you my word. I'll kill you. You have my word. GENERAL MORSHOWER: Combatant Commands are now at DEFCON 1. Approximately 200 Decepticons are now in hiding. Energon detectors have been triggered as far away as South America and China. The UN has just received an encrypted audio file. They say it's from the leader of the Autobots. SENTINEL: Defenders of Earth we have come for your natural resources to rebuild our damaged planet. When we have transported all we need we will leave your world in peace. For such peace to exist you must immediately exile the Autobot rebels you have harboured. Non-negotiable. Renounce the rebels. We await your reply. MEARING: We'll debrief you in transit. Yeah, I really don't see how I can be of any help. I mean, you guys seem pretty busy. We could just do this another time, I think. - (Clicking) - (Gasps) I have underestimated you at every turn. -Wh--What? -You warned us that they were using humans. -And you knew that Sentinel was the key. -MAN: Director! Oh, who--who am I? Hey, you're the expert. I'm just a walking security risk. - (Clicking) - (Gasping) - (Crashing) - (Grunting) - Are you all right? - (Clicking) - (Groaning) - Yes. - No, you're not. - You're sweating. - I'm--I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm sweating 'cause I'm nervous. I'm nervous because you got me in here with this information. OK? I'm a Twitter junkie. I blog everything. I can't keep a secret to save my life. - You wouldn't dare. - That's the truth, I'm telling- Director, the Pentagon is calling in 15. (Watch whirring and crackling) - What are you doing? - Nothing. What are you doing? - Get away from me. It's been a remarkable series of events today at the Capitol and just moments ago, legislation was passed to exile the Autobots from American shores. - The US military alliance with them is officially over. - (Phone vibrating) - In the words of the House... - Yeah. - ...Majority Leader -the sponsor of today's resolution... MEARING: OK. What? They can't do this. You got to tell them they can't do that. OK. It's official. It's a go, people! - These are our allies. The Autobots fought for us. they fought with us. - And where are we now? Facing an enemy invasion with an enemy that has the means to deploy countless more. If there is any more you know anything at all about the enemy's intentions now is the time to tell. Autobots have no way of leaving this planet. That is where you're wrong. Its name is the Xantium. It brought the second wave of Autobots and it's been under NASA's care and study ever since. We linked it with a decommissioned shuttle to maintain military control until they're gone. Gonna be 10,000 pounds of torque on that itsy-bitsy bolt, not 19! You're gonna risk the lives of all me mates! I'll bottle ya! These guys are the Wreckers, they take care of the Xantium. We don't let them off the base much, 'cause they're assholes. -You gonna pull that, ya nancy wanker?! -It's time to kill him! -Just trying to help, you know? I'm just doing my job. -Just calm down. Leave him alone. - This is a human being. - SAM: Epps! - WRECKER: You are ridiculous! - What up, man? - What are you doing here? - (Whirring) - I retired from the Air Force. Can you let my hand go? - (Grunts) What the hell was that? Now I just consult and run interference for them. - WRECKER: Well, you're not helping! - No more combat and aliens shooting at my ass. I got a dream job. -WRECKER: Time to get off this planet. -Kicking the Autobots out. Can you believe this is happening? -Where do you think it's taking them? -Any planet but here. I want to talk to who's ever in charge here! Well, well, well. - Charlotte Mearing. - Agent Simmons. Former Agent Simmons. -So, I see you survived Washington. -Washington, Egypt, heartbreak. I survive. I will survive. They're bringing everybody in, kid. Putting all the intel on the table. And if you think deporting nine Autobots is going to solve a damn thing-- It's out of my hands. Moving up in the world, huh? Your booty looks excellent. You ever say a word to anyone about what happened that night in Quantico I'll cut your heart out. You already did. WHEELS: Sammy, listen to me. Don't let them exile us. BRAINS: Don't let them take us, Sam. WHEELS: It's a Decepticon trap. BOSS WRECKER: Check the nitrogen levels. We're booking out of here. -Optimus? -What your leaders say is true. This was all my fault. I told them whom to trust. -I was so wrong. -That doesn't make it your fault. It just makes you human for a change. Remember this. You may lose your faith in us but never in yourselves. - (Watch whirring) - (Grunts) I need to know how you're going to fight back. I know there's a strategy, I know you're-- you're coming back with reinforcements, something. I know there's a plan. I-- (Sighs) You can tell me. No other human will ever know. There is no plan. If we just do what they want how are we going to live with ourselves? You are my friend, Sam. You always will be. But your leaders have spoken. From here the fight will be your own. Make it short. We're loading up. BOSS WRECKER: All right, hustle up! We're launching at dawn. (Bumblebee approaches) We're gonna do whatever we can to make it like it was. You will always be my friend, Sam. I got to be going on. (Sam sobbing) Years from now, they're going to ask us where were you when they took over the planet? And we're going to say we just stood by and watched. DYLAN: You should really look at this as a partnership. You have to stand on the side of progress if you want to be a part of history. (Radio chatter) MAN: Seven six five four three two one zero. MAN: Go at throttle up, Capcom. (Radio chatter continues) - You wanted an answer. You got one. - DYLAN: I always get what I want, Sam. We just needed to be sure. (Speaking Cybertronian) MAN: (Over radio) Say again? WOMAN: We're tracking an incoming object. (Distant booms) (Siren wailing) (Grunting) We all work for the Decepticons now. I need your help to track a phone call. There's a man on this phone, he's the head of their human operations and he has Carly hostage. I want you to sit down. Don't move. (Sighs) Follow me. I'm watching him drive up right now. The call was placed en route. Right, I'm hacking into the phone's camera now. There, that's it. That's a live stream from the camera. Someplace I-- Hold on, I can triangulate this. OK, Chicago cell sites. There, I've got it. Trump Tower, Chicago. Lower penthouse. We're on. - I'm going. - SIMMONS: You sure? -She's done nothing but try to help me and I can be there in 15 hours. -EPPS: You're not going alone. I still got my NEST friends out there. I'll round them up. We're gonna find your girlfriend and we're gonna bring this guy in. Why are you helping me? 'Cause that asshole killed my friends, too. They said they were here for our resources to rebuild their planet. Yes, but really one resource in particular. One unique to our planet. - Us? - (Elevator clunks) You're very smart. You see, they can't rebuild without a slave labour force. How many rocks up there in the universe offer six billion workers? What are you talking about? We can't transport people. They're not shipping people. They're shipping their planet here. CARLY: Oh, my God. What's Sentinel doing here? Watch. They're spreading hundreds of pillars around the globe right now. In just a few hours, they're gonna launch them into orbit and bring Cybertron into our atmosphere. The red one there controls the rest. He triggers that, it starts the whole thing. Be gone, insect operative. Your work is done. Your Excellency. (Quietly) He's such a dick. (People Screaming, Horn blaring, sirens wailing) - You want this to happen. - I want to survive. I want 40 more years. You think I asked for this? I inherited a client. Yeah, and when Cybertron's here and we're all their slaves I guess they'll still need a human leader. Don't jinx me. You want to survive? You listen to me. (People Screaming and yelling) (Radio chatter) It is time for the slaves of Earth to recognize their masters. Seal off the city. (Screaming) (Screaming) - No! Come here! - (Gasps) (People Screaming) Get the dogs out of here now! Get them in the back! -I guess they didn't tell you about this part, did they? -You think I'm at every meeting? Look, I'm safe. They said I'm safe. Let's roll! We had a signal earlier. It's not working. -MAN: (On radio) This is a national emergency broadcast. -Whoa, whoa, whoa. (sad rock song) MAN: Chicago has suffered a massive attack. MAN: Wrong way! MAN: Get out of here! Go back! LENNOX: There is a ring of alien ships around Chicago. Our high-range bombers were just knocked out of the sky. They can't get through enemy air defences over the city. Our satellites have been jammed. We have no way to monitor the enemy's movement. LENNOX: All NEST teams are on stand-down holding at Grissom Air Force Base. We're about ten minutes from the battle zone. We have Special Forces trying to gain access to the city and infantry is staging at the perimeter. Excuse me, excuse me! It just doesn't make sense! Can't we get any eyes in there at all? -They keep shooting down our drones. -They want us blind. But we do have a couple of mini-drones we're gonna try. Who's ever manning these UAV drones can we try to redirect them toward Trump Tower? The kid, Witwickety, was on his way to Chicago. Said some point-man human op is there for the Decepticons! Listen, if I know anything, I know this-- that kid is an alien-bad-news magnet. (Children shouting and Screaming) (Gunfire) -My God. -We came here to find her in the middle of all that? -Are we really going out there, -Epps? I'm not going in there. No one's going in. I am. -With or without you, I'll find her. -You're going to get yourself killed, Sam. Is that what you want? Is that what you want? You came all the way out here to get yourself killed? Huh? - Listen to what I'm saying. - She's here because of me. - Do you understand? - Listen if you go in this building, that's if she's even still alive there's no way you're going to be able to reach her! What do you suggest I do? It's over. I'm sorry, but it's over. -No. -Whoa, whoa, whoa! Incoming! -(Yelling, Grunting) (Grunting) (Screaming) (Screaming) - (Grunting) - Whoa! (Missile whooshing` (Grunting roaring) We will kill them all. Wreckers, kill him! This is going to hurt! A lot! (Grunts) (Laughing) Your leaders will now understand. Decepticons will never leave your planet alone. And we needed them to believe we had gone. For today, in the name of freedom we take the battle to them! (People Screaming) -I saw your ship blow up! -The ship! We were never in the ship! We designed the damn thing, didn't we? We were hidden in the first booster rocket to separate. Splashed down back in the Atlantic, just as planned. (Spits) We ain't going nowhere. Yeah, no one's exiling us. (Grunting, muttering) The Autobots are staying right here. We're going to help you win this war. They're surrounding the city to make a fortress so that no one can see what they're up to inside. Our only chance is the element of surprise. I think I know where to look! MAN: Mini-drone is on approach to Trump Tower. -You're telling me Sam's headed into that? -Poor kid. SIMMONS: Probably never got close. So you can fly this thing, right? So you so-so can fly this. That feels terrible. We're right behind you. All right, we're going in! (Distant crashing, explosions) MEGATRON: The city is secure. The humans cannot stop us. SENTINEL: As the afternoon falls the rest of the pillars will reach their launch position. This is the victory I promised you so many years ago where we rebuild Cybertron together! I have deigned to work with you... (Grunts) that our planet may survive! - I will never work for you! - (Growls) - (Grunts) And you would be wise to remember the difference. Oh, I'm so sick of this. I'm just sick of waiting. Where is she? Where is she?! You've got some balls. (Snarling) (Sam yells) (Grunting) -(Sam roars) -No, Sam! -(Screams) -No! (Sobbing) No! (Thrusters blasting) Carly! -Carly! -(Grunts) Jump! (Yelling and Grunting) (Sam Grunting) -(Sam yells) (Grunts) (yells) Bee! Fire! (Gasps) Bee! Whoa. (Grunts) - (Engines wailing) - (Screams) (People Screaming) (Gasping) (Grunts) Autobots! They're alive! -They're here! -Decepticons, defend the pillar! MEGATRON: Raise the bridges! Find them! Sam (Groaning) Sam. -(Moans Laughs) You found me. -I'd have followed you anywhere. - Form a perimeter! Let's go! Let's go! - EPPS: Oh, you're crazy. What is that? Is that us? This thing's a military UAV. Stone, check and see if it's still working. -STONE: Yeah, it's still got power. -Flight Control, do you copy? -Can--Can you rotate? Can you do something? -MAN: I think we got something. - Epps! We got Epps! - Can you rotate? Something! -EPPS: Come on, man, work! Work! -All right, turn the volume up on that! -The kid! -EPPS: Can you rotate? Something! Yes, yes! OK, OK, OK, they can see us. Chicago is ground zero. Do you understand? - Can you hear us? - Witwicky. - You understand? Please listen. Sentinel Prime is here and he has the pillars for his space bridge. They're on top of a building on the Chicago River it's owned by Hotchkiss Gould Investments. Now, the pillar that controls everything is in the southeast cupola. SAM: You've got to destroy the pillar. You have to shoot down the pillar or they're going to transport Cybertron here. Do you understand? - So-- - Do you understand? - What? Give me a GPS on the building and on that drone! Let's go! Mensurate those coordinates. Shorten the kill chain. LENNOX: Guys on the tarmac, five minutes. CARLY: In the southeast cupola. All right. We need to move before the fighters spot us. Wait here until we scout a route ahead. - Let's roll. - Ratchet, cover high. Hey! You think we could use that rocket to shoot down the pillar? We're eight blocks away. We got to get closer to take a shot. Not closer. Higher. We need clear line of sight. And it's across the river. We're going to have a hell of a time trying to sneak up. We only got one shot. One shot's all we need. SIMMONS: We got to be able to see around that building from the ground. Get NSA to send server specs for any cameras in that area-- maybe some are working. Traffic lights. ATMs. Anything. Listen up. You want to hit back? We're going to have to wingsuit in. It's the only way to get close. I can't promise anyone a ride home, but if you're with me the world needs you now. I can find my own ride home, sir. - Who else? - MAN: Right here, sir! - SOLDIERS: Yeah! General Morshower, requesting diversionary action to the south of the city. We're coming north and low. You guys drive them to the east. EPPS: That is one scary-ass Decepticon! EPPS: That is one scary-ass Decepticon! They got my trailer. I need that flight tech. Shockwave can't hunt all of us at once. Wreckers, we need a diversion. - Let's get some! - You got that right. Listen. We're going to circle around to that glass building and we'll get high enough to make the rocket shot while you guys draw his fire. Let's move! Wait a minute! I'm not letting you go out there without my urban combat prototypes. - We got to go, Que! - Oh, come on. They're great inventions for kicking ass! - EPPS: What are these? - Those are boom-sticks. Armed in thirty seconds. Grapple gloves, for climbing. - EPPS: Let's go! - MAN: Go, go! Move your ass! - Move! - OPTIMUS: Move, move! Go, go, go! - Move, move! - Let's go! (Decepticon roars) BRAINS: Agh! Ow! Ow! Ow! - Let's go! - Run! (Grunting) BRAINS: Hey, hey, hey, where you going? - WHEELS: No, no, no! - Where you going? - Stop, stop, stop! Don't leave! -You never leave a 'bot behind! -Aw, Shockwave's coming! - EPPS: Go for the stairs! - SAM: Epps, this way! EPPS: Let's go, let's go. PILOT: Breaking right, breaking right. PILOT 2: Bead. Rolling in. We got another one coming around. Coming around on the left side. Coming around on the right side. Looking around-- We're going to use Willis Tower for cover! Once we make altitude, we jump! PILOT 2: These are a lot of airplanes out here! PILOT 1: Contact, hostile, off the nose. - I don't think he's gonna-- - Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. - Six-one going down. - Heads up! Heads up! Come on, come on, come on, come on. - Tally on the left. - Got him. - Got visual. - Time on target--20 seconds. All right, here we go! Here we go! Keep it tight! -MAN: (Over radio) Coming around. -All right, focus, focus, focus. - Threat above, pop-up, six o'clock! - STARSCREAM: Locusts! - Look out, look out! Breaking right, Breaking right! -Watch out, watch out, watch out! -Holy shit! - Look out, look out, look out! - Breaking right, breaking-- Get them out, get them out, get them out! - Everybody out, out, out! - Go, go! Jump, jump! Get out, get out! I'm stuck, I'm stuck! -Tail, get them out now, get them out now! -(Screaming) Help! (Screaming) Get separation. Track away, track away. Hard left! Hard left! 600 feet. -Check your six! Check your six! -He's on our ass! -Watch out, watch out! -(Screams) Sharp right! Building dead ahead! Thread the needle! - (Gunfire) - Whoa! Pull, pull! SAM: All right, come on! We're high enough! EDDIE: This is a mother getting up here! - Get your fat ass over here! - EDDIE: I'm coming. Set up the rocket! - EPPS: They're coming. - LENNOX: Weapons status! 29 Bot-busters, 20 piercing D-Bots. There--the building with the dome. For our brothers, let's make this trip worth it. EDDIE: (Groans) Oh, God. (Rattling) - EDDIE: Whoa, whoa, whoa. - MAN: Whoa, this building-- - EPPS: Whoa, the building! - MAN: Whoa! Shit! - (Creaking) - Whoa. Whoa. Whoa, whoa. They're shooting at the building! - This is not a good idea. - What? This is not a good idea. The building's unstable. Listen, stop for a second. If we don't do what we came to do then it doesn't matter, we all die. Right? That's your target. Come on, man! I don't even care if the building collapses. I'm having a heart attack anyway. - (Rattling) - (People yelling) MAN: The building is going over! - Hang on! - Take cover! Ohh! SAM: Ohhh. Here we go, come on. - Whoa! - (People yelling) EPPS: Keep your hands up! (Low creaking) - Whoa! - Oh! - Man (Screams) - (Sam yells) - (Man Grunts) - It's OK! It stopped! - (Panting) Guys, look! - Incoming! Incoming! - Everybody hide! (Crashing, creaking) Carly (Screams) (Low growl) (Both panting) (Whispering) Don't move. EPPS: (Whispering) Go, go. (Growls) Run! Cover fire! - Move out, move out! Go! - Carly (Screams) - EPPS: Shoot the glass! Jump out the window! (Roaring) SAM: Jump! - (Thud) - (Screaming) - (Screams) EDDIE: We're gonna die! Sam, I can't stop! - (Yelling) - CARLY: Sam! - (Grunting) Carly (Screams) (Gasping) - (Grunting) - (Electricity crackling) (Screams) CARLY: Sam! (Screams) (Grunting) - (Yelling) - MAN: Oh, no, no! - (Screaming) - (Wind whistling) - (Grunting, gasping) EPPS: Is everybody OK?! -SAM: You OK? -What the hell was that?! (Speaking Cybertronian, growling) - This evil thing's looking at me! - What? It's even got an uglier Decepticon with it! - SAM: Go ahead, go. - EPPS: Keep back! (Speaking Cybertronian) (Robotic shriek) Carly (Screaming) - Find a way out! The stairs are blocked! - MAN: We're trapped! Hey, how do we get out of here? Hey! Come on! Oh, Lord Jesus, let me just get out of this alive. - I'm gonna be a good man. - (Sam gasping) - (Decepticon Growls) - EPPS: Whoa! - (Wails) - Move! We got to move! - Why do the Decepticons always get the good shit? - SAM: We got to move! - We about to be eaten, people! (People Screaming) Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! (Screaming) EDDIE: We're gonna die! (Screaming) (Grunting) - (Roars) - (Carly Screams) - EPPS: Hold on! - HOOCH: Give me your hand! - I'm swinging that way! - HOOCH: I got her! CARLY: Oh, my God! -SAM: I'm dropping you on the fire escape! -Hooch (Grunts) (Carly Grunts and gasps) Sam! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! We got to move! Sam (Grunts) - Move out! - OK, move, move! I'm coming for you! (Grunts) (Roars) (Roars, shouts in Cybertronian) (Groans) (Grunts) (Grunting) (Growls groans) - WRECKER: Optimus! - Wreckers! - We're coming! Decepticons around the world, launch the pillars. (Buzzing, crackling) WHEELS: We are so lost! BRAINS: Always left out. WHEELS: Whoa. Ka-ching! -It's time to lay down the law. -About to bring some hurt now. (Steady, intermittent buzzing and crackling) SAM: It's starting! You see it? EPPS: Whoa! Look out! (Missile whooshing) -Where are Sam and Carly? -Um... SAM: We'll go this way. (Low, rumbling hum) (Distant explosions) I give you one thing to do, one thing to do and you drop the ball on that? I ain't signed up for all this! I got aliens blasting at me, running around, chasing me! I'm ducking through churches and buildings and all that kind of crap. This is bullshit. I ain't signed up for this, Epps. I'm trying to keep it together. (Jets whooshing) What a treat! You and me, alone! - Carly! - (Screams) OK. He's after me, not you. I want you to run! Run! OK. He's after me, not you. I want you to run! Run! - You can't hide, boy! - (Whirring) - (Gasping) - Go! Come on, come on, run! Oh, I just love it when your little insect feet try to run! - (Screams) - Run! (Screaming) (Grunting) -Whoa! -Thought you were working for us, boy?! (Starscream Laughs) No! Sam! (Whirring) (Screams) (Grunts shrieks) My eye! (Sam Screams) (Grunting) (Groaning) - (Car alarm blaring) - (Screams) My eye! Target the Decepticon! - Whoa! - CARLY: Sam! -(People Screaming) -Please! You've got to save Sam! - You've got to save him! - What the hell's he doing?! (Grunts yells) - (Bleeping) - This better work! NELSON: D-Bots! D-Bots! -(Sam roars) -(Roars) -(Gasping Screaming) - (Sam Screams) - I can't see! I can't see! -Sam! -It's on my hand! Grab the knife! - No, the knife! Knife! - I'm trying! Knife, knife, knife! The bomb's gonna blow! - Lennox (Grunts) - SAM: Oh, God. The bomb's gonna-- - You human scum! - We got 20 seconds on that bomb! - What bomb? - Don't you see that bomb?! - Go on, grab it, grab, grab! - I got it! - How long do we have?! - (Sam Screams) - I'm gonna kick you! (Both Screaming) (Grunting, yelling) - Cut! Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut! - (Screaming) - I'm gonna kill y-- - (Sam Screaming) - SAM: Oh! - LENNOX: Whoa! (Both panting) Well, he's dead. Hey. Bee's going to run with the rest of the Autobots and meet us - at the edge of the river. - All right. - (Low, rumbling hum) WHEELS: Hey, it sucked me in! There was nothing I could do! Uh-oh. This is a total clusterf-- We got to get across the river. -See that? She said the control pillar was in that first cupola. -All right. LENNOX: Let's go! Move! Let's move! MAN: (Over radio) Tomahawks are inbound. ETA 20 minutes. I'm in the traffic cameras. MAN: Four Autobots are captured. MEARING: Oh, my God. We're helpless. Whatever's set to happen, with those pulses getting faster, it's going to happen soon. MAN: (Over radio) No sign of Optimus. How do we get these bridges down? Spread out. Check in there. Epps! Epps. I been looking for your ass. How you doing? Retirement is wack. Even worse we can't get across the river to that building and the Autobots are upstairs, surrounded. Just pan the camera around, all right? All right, pan--pan right. That's you. Try getting into the bridge control room. MEARING: What are they doing? They're just standing there. Hang on. Dutch, see if you can hack into the bridge. -NELSON: Sir, SEALs are here. -Ah, it's a good day, boys! What do you got? Got a ten-man SEAL element, sir tasked with vectoring in Tomahawks. - How long? - 15. DECEPTICON: You're my prisoners! SIDESWIPE: Take it easy. We surrender. RATCHET: Get off me. Get off me! All right, you're gonna need your 40 Mike-Mikes and your frags. Go full auto. The vibrations jack up their circuits. Snipers, shoot for the eyes. All right? Your target's up on top of that building, that cupola. How doomed you are, Autobots. You simply fail to understand that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. Activating the bridge. (Cheering and roaring) - They're happy about something. - We're in the heart of their ship. Let's give 'em a little ride. It's a 128K binary encryption code. It's difficult. But not for me. I'm in. - (Taps key, beep) - Bridge down. The bridge is coming down! Someone's watching over us! Come on, let's go! "Pleasure working with you, Seymour," I believe you're supposed to say. -Good job, Dutch. -Danke schon. WRECKER: Hurry! They're triggering the pillars! -Prisoners? You're keeping prisoners? SOUNDWAVE: Yes. You need to teach them about respect. This was all business, but now it's personal. - Do you understand me? - (Chuckles) I understand. No prisoners. Only trophies. Bee, I think they're going to kill us. -SOUNDWAVE: You. Your time is up. -Wait, wait, wait! We surrendered! - We're your prisoners. - Move it! Can't we talk this out? We're all a bunch of good chaps! I mean you no-- Why did you-- (Laughs) Good-bye, my old friend. You're mine now. Get off me! - I got to help him. - What? What are you doing? - I got to help him. - Sam, you can't help him. Sam! (Groans) Turn around. We gave 'em a hell of a run. (Falling objects whistling) -(Grunts) We did it, Brains! We did it! -Rip this ship apart! (Both grunt) - (Carly Screams) - (Sam Grunts) (Snarling) (Engines Groaning, metal creaking) - We had a nice run, Brains. - Yeah. - You and me. - We gonna die. Come on! Whoa, whoa, whoa! OK, baby! Y'all come with us! LENNOX: Go! You guys, follow that ground team! Go! EPPS: Move, move, move! LENNOX: Epps, third floor! We're going to 45! All right, get me two snipers, right here! Stop right here. All right, dock up! We jump in three minutes! Set up shop right here. All right, set up. (Decepticons talking Cybertronian) LENNOX: I'm downstairs. We got five targets and Shockwave right below us. LENNOX: (Over radio) Stand by to jump! All right, let's go! Get ready, get ready. (Shouting in Cybertronian) Go! Snipers, take out their eyes. All right, demo team, let's crank steel. (Decepticons Groaning) (Beeping) Turning steel! (Rapid gunfire) (Grunts Screams) (Grunting) (screams) Don't fire till I tell you! (Shockwave roars) (Screams) - LENNOX: Go! - MAN: Get cover, get cover! (Grunting) Oh, and good job, kid! Fire! (Roaring) (Yells) - We got him! - Yeah! HOOCH: He's on the run! SIDESWIPE: Autobots, attack! Mortar that bridge! It's our world now! Commence transport! Oh, my God. Oh, my God. (Missile whooshing) (Both grunt) Optimus! (Grunting, roaring) (Roars) You die! (Roars) SENTINEL: No! Get down here, Sentinel! Optimus, you forget your place! I bring you Cybertron, your home. And still you choose humanity. You were the one who taught me freedom is everyone's right. (Roars) -I will retrigger that pillar! -Then you'll have to go through me! - OK, I got to try to help. - No, don't you go. Don't go. - I have to. You stay here. - Stop. You're going to be fine. OK? I promise. - Promise. Promise. I got to get to that pillar. - Come on! Let's go! Go! Go! - OPTIMUS: Charge the pillar! - We got Autobots! (Grunts) Go! Let's go! - (Soldiers yelling) - (Sam grunting and panting) - MAN: Move, move! Reinforcements! Decepticon ships, fire at Optimus! We're taking effective fire! I need those Tomahawks on scene now! MAN: (Over radio) First wave inbound. MAN: We've got to cover for Optimus! (Optimus Grunts) (Groans) Decepticons! Trigger the pillar! - (Bullets pinging) - Restart that pillar! - Trigger the pillars. OPTIMUS: I can't hold them! The ships have us pinned! -(Groans) No! -MAN: Inbound, ten seconds! Danger close! -Mark-Lima-Echo-Echo, 14250! -MAN: Positive surface contact. - MAN: (Over radio) Target ID. - Target acquired. (Grunting, panting) Dylan! Wait! -No! -(Grunts) Shit. Dylan! Stop! Stop! - No! - You can't do this! OK? There's only one future for me. (Groans) (Whirring) Cybertron, you are saved at last. (Insectile rattling) Oh, have you come to surrender? -Was it all worth it? -Obviously. All your work to bring Sentinel back and now clearly he has all the power. It's actually almost tragic. You dare lecture me, slave? Your Decepticons finally conquering this planet and yet their leader won't be you! It will be me! It will always be me. And any minute now you'll be nothing but Sentinel's bitch. (Growls) (Roars) HOOCH: Rocket! Yeah! (Groans, Growls) (Grunting) You chose sides? You chose wrong. (Optimus roars) SENTINEL: Always the bravest of us! (Optimus Grunting) But you could never make the hard decisions! Our planet will survive! No! (Groans) (Roaring, Grunting) SENTINEL: We were gods once. All of us. - (Groans) - But here... - Please! - ...there will only be one! - (Megatron roaring) - (Sentinel Grunts) MEGATRON: This is my planet! I just saved a whole other world. -You think you're a hero? Huh? You think you're a hero?! -No. I'm just a messenger. (Roars) (Screams) LENNOX: The pillar's still connected! EPPS: Guys, bring it up! Bee! Let's do this! - Get through, get through. -Pillar's still connected! -WRECKER: Rip that pillar down! MEGATRON: Now we need a truce. All I want is to be back in charge. Besides who would you be without me, Prime? Time to find out. (Roaring, Grunting) (Yelling) Optimus, all I ever wanted was the survival of our race. You must see why I had to betray you. You didn't betray me. You betrayed yourself. No, Optimus! (Groaning) (Metal clanging) Sam. -I love you. -I love you. You're the only thing I need in this world and I'll do anything to make it up to you. I promise. I'm going to hold you to that. -Just never let me go. -I promise. (Metal clinking) Ooh. Rings. (Bumblebee plays and hums along with the Bridal Chorus) -I love this car. -Yeah, but you've got to slow it down. You gotta slow way down, OK? I'm just trying to help out. OPTIMUS: Voice over: In any war there are calms between storms. You fought bravely. OPTIMUS: There will be days when we lose faith. Days when our allies turn against us. But the day will never come that we forsake this planet and its people. (soft rock song) MEARING: Ohh! Mmph! (She chuckles) That's what I call the start of a beautiful future. (Both laugh) -Arrest him. -(Laughs) It was worth it! - Get him out of here! - I'll go to jail for love! I don't care! Hey, take me in! I want to go in! - Let's go in. - I have the best lawyer.