Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Able 2020 (GUNFIRE, SHIPS WHIRR) - They've broken through the front lines! - I've lost contact with the capital! - There's too many of them! - EXPLOSIONS - Stand fast! - HE GRUNTS - DECEPTICON 1: Finish them! - OPTIMUS GRUNTS - Where's B-127? - BUMBLEBEE: Sorry I'm late. I hit a little traffic. - AUTOBOT 1: Get down! Incoming! - Uh, Optimus... - DECEPTICON 2: Decepticons, attack! - Autobots, fall back! Get to the tower! - DECEPTICON 3: Destroy the launchpad! Let none escape! - Cybertron has fallen. Get to the escape pods. There are other Autobots scattered across the galaxy. We must reach them if we hope to survive. - Optimus, this is our home. We have to fight for it. - We will fight on, but we must find refuge first. I found a planet that's well hidden - Earth. You will travel there and establish a base for us. Once we've gathered the others, we'll join you. You must protect the planet. If the Decepticons find it, then our people are truly finished. Now go! (GUNFIRE) EXPLOSIONS Good luck, soldier. I'll buy you some time. HE GRUNTS HE PANTS HE GRUNTS (TENSE MUSIC) (LOW, TENSE MUSIC) HE SCREAMS GRUNTING, GUNFIRE - No! Ow! Ow! Ow! OK, OK! I'm dead already, man! - HE SCOFFS - Oh, not just you. Being the overachiever that you are, you managed to get your whole squad killed, Danny. Bravo. - Come on, man. Those things sting. - What things? These things? - Ow! - You know, I wouldn't know. I haven't been hit yet. - GUN POPS, SOLDIERS LAUGHING - Ow! OK, you know what? That's too close, man. You could've taken out an eye. I got a date tonight, man. This ain't sexy! - You're right. I'm sorry. - Ow! - That one was on me. - Ah! - That's a malfunctioning trigger. - Ow! - This weapon is just faulty. - Ow! Man, would you stop? - Someone is going to get a talking-to... - All right, just stop. HE SIGHS I should've let you die in Grenada. - If you did, we wouldn't be able to come to the forest, run around and play these awesome games. - Exactly. Ah! Oh, I hate you. - Wow, man. That hurts. Cos I love you. But you refuse to let it in cos you got intimacy issues. A therapist will probably tell you you weren't hugged enough as a kid. - Jack, look, man. - Danny, I know I look stupid, but... - Hey, yo, take cover! (BOOM! SCREAMING) HE GROANS HE COUGHS - Danny... - HE COUGHS - ..you OK? - Uh, yeah, man. - HE GRUNTS - This is Agent Jack Burns. I need medical up here now. We have a projectile strike in the north-west corner of the training course. Multiple injuries. And would someone please explain to me why you dropped napalm on your own guys! - SOLDIER ON RADIO: Negative. There are no live fire drills in the north-west sector. - What the hell hit us, then? - (CLANKING) (TENSE MUSIC) - SOLDIER 1: Target on your right! (ACTION MUSIC) - I need all of you to fan out and track that thing down now! Drive! There! What the hell? Take it down! Get down there now and flush that thing out! - SOLDIER 2: There it is! SHOTS FIRING - SOLDIER ON RADIO: Target has been located, sir. - Light it up! BRAKES SCREECH Dammit! HE GRUNTS - Oh, no. - It's going for the mine! Cut it off! HE GRUNTS - SOLDIER: Move, move! - SOLDIERS SHOUT INDISTINCTLY VISOR BEEPING - BUMBLEBEE: Please. This is a mistake. - Stay cool. Hold your fire. - I don't want to hurt anyone. AIRCRAFT APPROACHING - Who called in the Air Force? (TENSE MUSIC) - That's not the Air Force. Run. SOLDIERS SCREAMING HE GRUNTS BUMBLEBEE GRUNTS - Did you think you could hide? (ACTION MUSIC) - Now you'll die screaming. Like your friends! - BOTH GRUNTING BUMBLEBEE GROANING GRUNTING - Tell me where your friends are hiding. - I'll never talk. - Is that right? Then let's make it official. - GAGGING VISOR BEEPING (SOMBRE MUSIC) BLITZWING TAKES OFF, LANDS - B-127... ..as a member of the Autobot resistance, you are a traitor to Cybertron and are hereby sentenced to death. RAPID BEEPING HE GASPS No! No! (SOMBRE MUSIC) - HE GROANS HE BREATHES HEAVILY HEAVY FOOTSTEPS THUDDING METAL CREAKING ELECTRICITY CRACKLES, BUZZES VISOR BEEPING CHILDREN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY SYSTEM POWERS DOWN ALARM BLARING - GROANING Ugh. Shut up. MUSIC: Bigmouth Strikes Again by The Smiths - # Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking # When I said by rights You should be # Bludgeoned in your bed # And now I know how Joan of Arc felt # Now I know how Joan of Arc felt... # - Morning, Dad. - # As the flames rose to her Roman nose # And her Walkman started to melt SHE AIR-DRUMS TO DRUM FILL ON TRACK SHE SNIFFS # Bigmouth, la-da-da da-da # Bigmouth, la-da-da da-da # Bigmouth... # - No! Don't tickle. Ow! - LAUGHTER - Uh-oh! Caught. - Gross, Ron. Excuse me. - Are those your diving trophies? - Taking up too much space in my room. - You're going to regret doing that. - Where's breakfast? - Breakfast is conveniently located in the cupboards and the fridge. - Ah. - Try to help out... - Yeah. - ..a little. - Since I'm such a big kid now, making my own breakfast and what have you, you know how I could be an even bigger help around here, Mom? If I had a car. - Charlie.. - What do you know, it's my birthday tomorrow - perfect timing for a large cash gift. You know, $500 is really all I need to finish the Corvette. - I don't have $500. You know how much nurses make. - "Half as much as doctors for twice the work," right? - Tell you what, kiddo, I got another job interview tomorrow. If all goes well, I'll have you swimming in car parts. - DOG WHINES - I prefer cash, Ron. - Don't be rude. Feed the dog. - Conan is Otis's dog. Make him do it. - What? - Aw! You look so grown up in your karate suit. My baby boy is becoming a man. Oh, shoot, I'm going to be late. Can you drop your brother at karate on your way to work, please? - Um, I could if I had a car. - Just let him follow you on your bike so nobody abducts him. - Abducts him? You just said he's a grown man now. - If anyone tries anything, I will rupture their freaking spleen. RIDERS SCREAMING BOLD MUSIC - # And do you feel scared? I do # But I won't stop and falter # And if we threw it all away... # - LAUGHTER - # Things can only get better... # - That's two for you guys. - Thanks, bro. - All right. Have a good one. Eat safe. HE CHUCKLES KIDS SCREAMING Excuse me. Hi. We've never actually met... - Sorry, I can't right now. - Yeah. Oh, OK. - GIRLS GIGGLING - GIRL: Whoo! - BOY: Hey, hot dog girl! - Oh, my God! SHE GASPS I'm so sorry. Oh, God. - IN SING-SONG: Someone's getting fired... - If I had to wear that, I would pray to be fired. - Good one, Tina. - Let's go. - Oops. - Ooh. - # On the street where you live # Girls talk about their social lives # They're made of lipstick Plastic and paint # A touch of sable in their eyes # All your life all you asked # When is your daddy gonna talk to you # But we're living in another world # Tryin' to get your message through... # STATIC WARBLES - Come on. - Hey, Uncle Hank. - Are you still working on that damn car? - You still working on that damn personality? What have you got for me? - Whatever you want. Russians are going to blow us all to hell anyway. - That's the spirit. - Hey, kid. Hand me the three-eighths, would you? - You working on the carburettor? - Mm-hm. - You need the half-inch. - I said the three... Huh. Thanks, kid. - Yep. # You saw me standing # By the wall corner of a main street # Take a chance # Like all dreamers can't find another way # You don't have to dream it all # Just live a day... # MUSIC STOPS GENTLE MUSIC BEES BUZZING ENGINE STARTS RADIO WARBLING (TENSE MUSIC) OVERLAPPING RADIO CHATTER - SHATTER: Where is Optimus Prime? He survived the fall of Cybertron, and no rebellion is truly dead until the leader is vanquished. So where is he? - My name is Cliffjumper, lieutenant in the Autobot resistance. My safe return will be considered... HE GRUNTS - IN SING-SONG: Wrong answer! We know he's planning to establish a base. Tell us where it is and we'll let you live. - My name is Cliffjumper, lieutenant... HE GRUNTS MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO - # Sometimes you want to go... # RADIO WARBLES - No... - That's B-127's signal. - Can you trace it? - Already did. If you won't tell us where Prime is, perhaps your young friend will. - Never. - You're a brave warrior. You deserve a better death. But then again... DROPKICK GRUNTS SHATTER CHUCKLES Set course for Earth. RADIO WARBLES, STOPS BEES BUZZING I'll give you 30 bucks for all of it. - HE CHUCKLES - I can get twice that much for the coil alone. - From who? I'm the only one that comes in here. I don't even know how you're still open. Just take it. Go. My show is on. STATIC CRACKLING - Hey, where did you get that Beetle? - I swear to God, ever since they put up that dumbass tower, I can't get a signal to watch my shows. I've got to see what happens to Alf this week. (GENTLE MUSIC) - CHARLIE: Come on! - METAL CLATTERING CHARLIE SIGHS CHARLIE GROANS CLATTERING SHE GROANS Are you kidding me? METAL SQUEAKING SHE GRUNTS IN FRUSTRATION Dammit! SHE SIGHS I give up. I can't do this without you. SHE SOBS - ALF ON TV: Nice to meet you. Interested in a new Buick? - THEY LAUGH - KATE ON TV: Nice try. - ALF: All right, I touched. But I didn't eat. - KATE: And I'm supposed to believe one of these steaks just got up and walked away on its own? - ALF: I've seen stranger. - KATE: No dinner for you tonight. - ALF: But I'm starved! I've been fasting since lunch! - LAUGHTER - ALF: Well, I did eat that pumpkin. ALARM BLARING - SHE GROANS ALARM STOPS SOFTLY: Happy birthday. I miss you, Dad. - I think it's too low, honey. - No. No, I think it goes to that button. - Yeah? - Yeah. I don't know about... Fix it. - Hey. - Good morning, birthday girl! - Hi. - You look... ..nice. - Happy birthday, baby. I love you. Come on, open your present. I'm going to be late for work. - Thanks, Mom. Helmet. With... ..daffodils. - So, I keep hearing about people on mopeds getting run over and their brains smashed in. You got to wear this from now on. I don't care if it's not the law. It's our law. Plus, look how cute it is. - Yeah. - Happy birthday. - I actually got you a little gift, too, Charlie. I mean, it's small, but, it's from the heart. A smile is a powerful thing. It releases endorphins. It says to the world, "I'm fun and approachable." You know, there's a whole chapter in here about how people who smile more often actually have more friends. - That's unbelievable. - I really think it's going to change your whole outlook if you smile more often. (ROCK MUSIC) - I want the Beetle. - What? - The yellow Beetle, I want it. I'll make you a deal. If I get that thing started, it's mine. - That's no deal. That's just you taking my car. - If I get it started, I keep it and I work here every day for a year! I'll scrub the grease off the floors, OK? I will pick up and organise every scrap of paper in this place. I'll even detail your horrible, disgusting toilets. Please. It's my birthday. - Sorry, no deal. Cos we ain't hiring. It's yours, kid. Happy birthday. - SHE GASPS Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! - And my toilets are gorgeous. (PERCUSSIVE MUSIC) - # Think about it # There must be higher love # Down in the heart or hidden In the stars above # Without it Life is a wasted time... # Oh, God, please. ENGINE STALLING Come on. ENGINE REVS Oh, my... Oh, my God! Oh, my God, thank you so much! I love you! CAR ENGINE RUMBLING - That thing ain't even safe to drive. - It's a deathtrap. She's happy, though. - # Bring me a higher love # Bring me a higher love # Bring me a higher love # Where's that higher love I keep thinking of? # - Man. Looks amazing. - CREAKING CLANK! What? SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC SHE GASPS WONDROUS MUSIC SHE GASPS WHISPERS: Oh, my God. SHE GASPS DOOR CREAKS - SALLY: Charlie, what was that noise? - Nothing! I'm fine. Mom, you should go back to bed. Everything's fine. - What the hell is that? - Um, it's... - What is that car doing in our garage? - Car? Oh, that, uh, car... ..is my car. Uncle Hank gave it to me. It runs. Yeah. - Those aren't safe. I wish you would've told me before you brought it home. - OK. Sorry. Um, I'm in the middle of some stuff, Mom. - OK, I'll get out of your hair, but... ..tell me things sometime. I'm your mother. - OK. - OK. - Goodnight. - It really runs? - Yeah, it really...really runs. - Cool. (TENSE MUSIC) - WHISPERS: You still in there? METAL CREAKS OK. A little jumpy. I'm sorry. OK. SHE GRUNTS Hi. BUMBLEBEE CHIRPS Oh, God, are you... Do you speak? WHIRRING AND ELECTRONIC TRILLING I won't hurt you. SHE GASPS SOFTLY Can you understand me? What are you? Where did you come from? OK. It's OK. SHE BREATHES HEAVILY You like my shirt? You a metal fan? No, wait... Oh, who? Me? Who am I? Oh, I'm... ..Charlie. Charlie Watson. I'm 18. Today. Actually, it's my birthday today. What's your name? You don't know or you don't have a name? WHIRRING AND ELECTRONIC BUZZING You sound like a little bumblebee. I'm going to call you that from now on. Bumblebee. - Matches your outfit, too. - BUMBLEBEE HUMS SHE CHUCKLES SOFTLY HEART-WARMING MUSIC COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING - # All my exes live in Texas... # CLATTERING - I want a divorce, Roy! - Come on, Amber. Give me one good reason. - You tried to sleep with my sister! - Unsuccessfully! - Yeah, you're unsuccessful at everything. That down payment was for a house. You bought a car. How stupid are you, Roy? We don't need a car. God! - Now, just settle down for one second and hear me out. What the hell is that? - What? Oh, God, Roy, that thing is coming right for us! - No, no, no, no, no... Not my car. Not my car. Please, God, no, not my car! Oh, thank God, my car. - Yeah, I'm OK. - Oh, that's good, baby. That's good. - BOTH: Run. Run! GLASS SHATTERING - Oh... - God! - ENGINE REVVING - Is that my car? Hello... (TENSE MUSIC) ROY: Jeez! - SHATTER: Earth. - Roy! - Oh! - How underwhelming. - The indigenous life is even more primitive than I expected. - Hey... - SHE SCREAMS AND GASPS - Focus, comrade. B-127's distress signal came from the western coast of this continent. For now, we head west. TYRES SQUEALING - RON: When do they start letting you use nunchuks? - OTIS: I don't know, but I hope soon. - Morning! See you guys later. - Where you off to so fast? - Nowhere. Have a nice day. Morning... Bee? Bee, where are you? SHE BREATHES HEAVILY Oh, God. - CAR DOOR CLOSES - Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Bee! - ENGINE STARTS Where did you go? Otis! SHE PANTS Have you seen my car? - Unfortunately, yes. - No, Otis, have you seen my car today? It was in the garage. Someone stole it! - No, idiot. Mom took it. She had to bring Conan to the vet because he swallowed, like, a rubber glove or something, and Ron needed the station wagon. - Thank God. Wait. - Hi. Excuse me. It's me again. We never officially met, but... - I can't right now. Sorry. - Nope. Yep. OK. CONAN WHINES - I know, buddy. Hang in there. You can't eat everything you see. Just let this be a good life lesson for you. - Oh, my God. Stop it! Don't do that! CONAN BARKS Bee, no! Mom? - Whoa! Jesus! Charlie, what are you doing? - Mom, you gotta pull over. - What the hell is going on? - Just pull the car over. - OK, OK. All right. CONAN WHINES - Would you put that robot junk away? What are you thinking? - You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought I was being carjacked. I'm taking the dog to the vet. - I can't believe you would take him without me. Mom, I'm so worried about him! He's my dog, too, you know. - What happened to Conan being Otis's dog? - Mom, you're being hysterical, OK? You should not be driving in such an emotional state. I know how you get during emergencies. - I'm a nurse. - Not of animals. - Oh, OK. I'm happy for you to drive. You weren't wearing your helmet, by the way. I saw that. - Oh, shoot. WHISPERS: Keep it together, Bee. FAX MACHINE WHIRRING (TENSE MUSIC) - Sir? Sir. I thought you'd want to see this immediately. - They sure? - Yes, sir. Two of them just made contact in Texas. Intel says they're heading west fast. - Saddle up, Simmons. We're going to Texas. - OK, Bee, we need to go over a few things. SHE SIGHS OK. We're all clear. All right. SHE SPITS I'm re-thinking the beach. Eugh. Oh, I'm good. No, I'm good, thanks. People can be terrible about things they don't understand. If they find you, they'll probably lock you up in a lab somewhere and cut you into tiny little pieces. It'll be bad, trust me. The only person you can show yourself around is me, OK? So let's practise. You ready? If you see anyone besides me, what do you do? Great. Perfect. SHE CHUCKLES Come back now. OK, so let's say we're driving and all of a sudden... Oh, shoot! Somebody's here! Hide, Bee, hide! BUMBLEBEE WHIRRING You serious? Bee, it's too late. You're already dead. It's all right. That's why we're practising. You'll get it. - PILOT: Fox-2 on approach. Non-biologicals are inbound. VISOR CHIMING INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER - The goal, sir, should be to communicate with them. First contact with an alien species. I've spent my whole life waiting for this moment. - If they make one wrong move, we put 'em down. (TENSE MUSIC) - The humans are multiplying. Please let me kill them. - Not yet. B-127's signal has gone silent. I have an idea. - Listen up! I'm Agent Burns and this is Dr Powell. We currently have 100 guns pointed right at your head! So state your business. - People of Earth, we are Decepticon peacekeepers patrolling the galaxy. - DROPKICK: What are you doing? This is humiliating. - We believe a dangerous criminal from our world is hiding somewhere on yours. - How is it you think we can help? - We need your eyes. - Wait. You want access to our satellites? - Our scanners' range is limited. Your infrastructure is primitive. But combined, they could be quite powerful. - No way! Out of the question! - We have a common enemy, Agent Burns. There's a war raging on our planet. If B-127 isn't found, that war may find its way here. - Perhaps... ..we can find a way to help one another. We'll talk it over with our superiors. In the meantime, if you could follow us. - Very well, friend Powell. Take us to your leader. (TENSE MUSIC) - CHARLIE: Must suck being cooped up in a VW all day, huh? Is there anyone that can help you? Do you have a family? You know, like a mom, dad, siblings? You all love each other? Or drive each other crazy and you can't wait to get away and start a whole new life. ELECTRICITY CRACKLES Do you want me to see if I can fix it? I'll be gentle, I promise. - Whoa. - ELECTRICITY CRACKLES You lay down, OK? Hold still. I think maybe there's something... WHIRRING - OPTIMUS: B-127, I pray this message finds you. Our war rages on. TRANSMISSION BREAKING ..planet Earth... ..survival... (TENSE MUSIC) HE GRUNTS - DECEPTICON: Ravage, eject! - GROWLING (TENSE MUSIC BUILDS) ..soldier... ..soldier... I... - Are you OK? - BUMBLEBEE GROANS SOFTLY Who was that? That voice said something about a war. Do you remember anything? Is the VW Beetle some kind of disguise? Are you hiding from something? Are you scared? RADIO CRACKLING AND WARBLING It's broken. It's OK. I think I can help. BUMBLEBEE CHIRPS Let's go home. - OVER TV: ..and a basket case, - A princess... - And a criminal. - All right, I'm almost done. - OVER TV: Does that answer your question? No way. Are you actually watching it? - # Don't you forget about me... # - SHE CHUCKLES - # Don't, don't, don't... # - You can pop in another one if you want. - CHARLIE'S DAD ON TAPE: Whoo! Come on, sweetie! You got this, Charlie girl! - All right, Charlie girl! - CROWD CHEERS AND APPLAUDS Hello, Brighton Falls. This is Charlie Watson, future Olympic gold medallist. - SHE LAUGHS - That was so perfect. - Thanks, Dad. - How do you feel? - No, no, why would you play this? Sorry. I just... I finished. Let's see if we got something. SHE CLEARS THROAT OK. OK. All right. RADIO STATIC MUSIC ON RADIO: Take On Me by A-ha Oh, my God, yes! It worked! Look at you go. You got some moves. MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING - # Talking away... # - You know, Bee, music can help you say what you're feeling. - # I'll say it anyway... # - You're going to love this. It's brand new. - # Shying away... # MUSIC: Girlfriend In A Coma by The Smiths - # Girlfriend in a coma, I know # I know, it's serious... # (TAPE CLATTERS) - Not a Smiths fan. OK, um... Here. Try this. - # Never going to give you up... # CLANGING - Fine. OK, where's my Stevie Nicks? Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. Stones. Hey, hey, please don't touch those. Please. They belonged to my dad. (GENTLE MUSIC) SHE CHUCKLES SOFTLY Do you want to hear it? MUSIC: Unchained Melody by Sam Cooke We used to listen to this while we'd work on the Corvette. - # Oh, my love, my darling... # - It was his favourite. - # I've hungered for your touch A long lonely time... # - He used to say it would make the car feel better. - # Time... # Goes by so slowly... # - SHE SIGHS We used to work on this car every weekend together. - # And time can do so much... # - It was our thing. - # Are you still mine? # SHE SIGHS - That tape... SHE EXHALES That was the last time I saw him. He died of a heart attack. I never even got to say goodbye. You know, I always thought if I could just... ..finish fixing this car... If I could just get it to start up again... ..he would hear me. He would hear me. SHE SIGHS HEAVILY SHE SNIFFLES (POIGNANT MUSIC) - I say this with all due respect. Have you lost your damn mind? - That was with all due respect? - The man's got a point, Doctor. Our satellite network is at the forefront of our national defence. - Sir, please. It could be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Can you imagine the advances an alliance with these creatures might bring? - I imagine the advances. An advance on Washington. New York. An advance on Chicago! - That's not going to happen. - They literally call themselves "Decepticons". That doesn't set off any red flags? - Enough! From both of you. - DR POWELL: Sir... ..we're talking about the most advanced robotic system ever seen. If we tell them no, they'll just take their technology to the Russians instead. - ALL MURMURING - Do you really want to go down in history as the man who cost us the Cold War? - HE SIGHS - Fine. We'll help them find their fugitive. And when it's done, you can do all the experiments you want. Hmm? - Yes, sir. - Gentle...uh, robots... ..welcome to Sector 7. - DROPKICK: How kind of you to finally allow us in. - We're very happy to have you here as friends. - Thank you, friend Powell. - My superior has agreed to grant you limited access to our satellites. In addition, you're welcome to use all of our technology here. It's the largest super-array of Crays on Earth. - We thank you for your hospitality. Tell me, those vocal communication devices you use, do they function worldwide? - The telephones? Yes, why? RADIO TUNING - You got to pick a station, man. I know there's a lot of choices. - "You want to go on a date with me, maybe?" HE CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY OK, uh... - RADIO STATIC - What are you trying to do? - Here we go. Here we go. You're not a nerd. You're not a nerd. You're not a nerd. You're not a nerd. OK, you're a nerd, but just don't let her see that you're nerdy. Excuse me. Sorry to barge in. I just... HE GASPS Um... - Do you, just... - HE GASPS No, no, it's fine! Just... Just sit down, please? Shh, don't scream, OK? - What is that?! - SHE SHUSHES HIM It's OK, OK? Just breathe. Breathe. First of all, hi. - Hi. - I'm Charlie. - I'm Memo, hi. - Hi, Memo. Um... It's nice to meet you. - Pleasure... Pleasure... HE CLEARS THROAT - Look, I know what you saw was a little crazy. I can explain. Yeah, I can't explain. But here's the deal. If you tell anyone what you just saw, I'm going to have to run you over with my car. - Jeez. - That was... I don't mean that in a mean way. OK? What I'm saying is no-one can know what you just saw, OK? You promise? - Yeah. - OK. OK. Bumblebee, you can come out now. WHIRRING (WONDROUS MUSIC) - MEMO WHIMPERING What? HE CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY It's, uh... - He. - Wow. RADIO TUNING - He's been going up and down on that dial all day today, and I don't know why. Hey, check out his reflexes. - What? Oh! Oh, God! CHARLIE CHUCKLES - Yo, give me your shirt. - Huh? - Give me your shirt. - You mean the shirt that I'm wearing? - Yes, yes! Come on. I'll give it back to you. - OK. - Come on! Give me your shirt! All right. - Wait, wait, wait! Hey, no, no! You don't need to do this. - Yes, I do. - STAMMERING: No, but... - Come here. Come on! - No, I get it. I get it! - Woohoo! - HE WHIMPERS SHE LAUGHS Sorry. I know I promised you, but, yeah, you're not getting that back. BOTH WHOOPING - # So glad we've almost made it # So sad they had to fade it # Everybody wants to rule the world... # - DR POWELL: It's incredible! They're combining our technology seamlessly. Satellites, phones, computers. They're creating an interconnected web of information. Volumes of data at their fingertips. It's revolutionary. - He's a weird guy. You ever notice that about Powell? - They're tracking fluctuations in Energon levels. It's like a heat signature specific to their species. It's astonishing. It's beautiful. It's... Hello? Hello? - You've given them our satellites, our comms, God knows what else. - Yet in the space of a day they've given us a way to not only hunt down B-127, but all of them. Let them finish what they're doing. Let them find B-127. And then I'll give you permission to destroy them all. Use them for spare parts. - Sir, yes, sir. - MEMO: So you have no idea where he came from? - CHARLIE: No idea. - You thought about calling the cops? - FAINT RADIO CHATTER - What are they going to do, Memo? They're just going to send him away to a lab and do weird science experiments on him. - ON RADIO: # Weird Science! # Plastic tubes and pots and pans... # - HE CHUCKLES - You're getting pretty good with that radio dial, Bee. - Yeah, DJ Bumble in the house! HE WHOOPS - # I can't live without my radio... # - Is that why you're always messing with the dial? You're trying to teach yourself how to talk, aren't you? - # Walk like a man Talk like a man... # - SHE LAUGHS - No way! - Oh, my God, Bee, you're a genius! You're an actual genius! - # Hit it! # MUSIC: It Takes Two by DJ EZ Rock And Rob Base # It takes two to make a thing go right... # - What is going on here? - That's Jim from sixth period. He said he was busy this week. You want to check it out? This is pretty cool. - OK. Bee, we'll be right back. Don't do anything crazy. - Hey, everybody, come watch! Tripp's going to jump! - You're off your nut. - What's going on over there? - Don't do it, dude, you're crazy. - TRIPP: Come on, it's not that big a jump. - God, is that Tripp Summers? - Oh, you know Tripp? - I mean, yeah. I spilled a gallon of lemonade on him once. - Doesn't anyone have the balls to jump off this thing with me? Ah! A brave volunteer. - STAMMERING: Yeah, I... See, I didn't... I didn't do that. I didn't actually... - ON RADIO: # You got the touch # You got the power # Yeah! # - Hey, I know you. - Uh... No, sorry about that. It... - You were on the dive team with my little sister. I saw you win state a couple years ago. - Oh. Uh, yeah. - Ladies and gentlemen. This just got a whole lot more interesting. We have a championship high-diver on our hands! - CHEERING - Yeah, I actually... I don't... I don't... I don't do it any more. - Oh, don't worry. I won't make you go first. - MAN 2: Whoa-whoa-whoa! Watch it! Yeah, Tripp! - TRIPP WHOOPS - CHEERING - Dive Girl, you better not back out on me. - CROWD CHEER AND APPLAUD - SHE CHUCKLES - TRIPP: You guys, she's going to do it! She's going to do it! - ALL CHANT: Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! - Come on! - Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive! - SHE BREATHES DEEPLY - FAINT VOICE OF CHARLIE'S DAD: You got this, Charlie girl! - SHE BREATHES HEAVILY - ALL GROAN - Where you going? - What, are you scared? - You OK? - Let's just go. - What a loser! - Thought you said you were on the diving team. - I think she's going to cry in her car. - Where you going, sweetie? What happened out there? That was your big moment to look cool. - What's your damage, Tina? - Is that the churro guy? - Where's your hairnet, dude? - It's in the garbage, Einstein. You throw them away after each use. For sanitary purposes, obviously. But... - TINA: This car is an embarrassment. You should have your dad buy you a better one. Oh, wait... Sorry. - THEY LAUGH - You OK? - I'm fine. - They're idiots. But I think I know something that'll make you feel better. - What? - Revenge! - I don't want revenge. - I do. - ON RADIO: # I just want... # Revenge! # I'm mad! # - Come on. I got an idea. - This is Tina's house. - CHARLIE AND MEMO LAUGH And this, it's toilet paper. You use it for when you... Here, just take a roll. No, no, no, no. You've got... - MEMO LAUGHS You got to throw it. Like this. Not bad. SHE LAUGHS - CHIRPING - SHE CHUCKLES - Not... Yeah, um... OK, look, Bee, you be our egg man. Right? Yeah. So... - Love that. - You see these right here? - Mm-hm. - You grab one of these, like so. And that right there, that's your target. - That's right. - All right? Just throw it like this. Ha-ha! - I think we could just hand it to him... - He could maybe, yeah, and then... - Uh... - Bee, what are...? - What, um...? - BOTH LAUGH - CHARLIE SHUSHING - Don't hurt me. - LAUGHING - Oh, my God! GLASS SHATTERING, METAL CREAKING Oh, shit! CAR ALARM BLARES Hide, hide, hide. - Hide! - Stay... - Oh, OK! OK. OK. - Hide, Bee! CHARLIE GRUNTS Go, go, go! TYRES SQUEAL - SHE WHIMPERS Mom! ROARING ENGINE APPROACHES SIREN BLARING MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO - That was insane! - HE LAUGHS - My heart right now is going crazy. SIREN BLARING - Uh-oh! - Oh, God. - Stop the car, please. ENGINE REVVING - Bee, what are you doing? What are you doing? - # I can't drive 55! # - CHARLIE AND MEMO SCREAM - BOTH GRUNTING - Bumblebee! - BOTH SCREAM - # I can't drive 55! # - HORN HONKS, BOTH SCREAM - # I can't drive 55! # TYRES SQUEALING, HORNS HONKING - MEMO EXCLAIMING - # I can't drive 55! - SHE SCREAMS Oh, my God! - Oh! Oh! - # I can't drive 55! # SIREN WAILS - Oh, my God, we're committing a felony! - BOTH GASP - We got a yellow vehicle driving its damn self through the Pico Tunnel. - CHARLIE AND MEMO SCREAM WHIMPERING Uh... (ROCK MUSIC) TYRES SCREECH BOTH GRUNT SHE EXHALES BOTH LAUGH Goodnight. Goodnight. (GENTLE MUSIC) SHE SIGHS WHISPERS: Goodnight, Bee. Morning, buddy. I got to go to work, OK? Bee. Listen to me. You need to stay in this garage, OK? After what happened last night, I'm pretty sure the cops are looking for you, and, uh, you don't exactly blend in. I'll be back, all right? - BUMBLEBEE WHINES - Here. You can have my Pop-Tart. PEOPLE SCREAMING - # Take your baby by the hand... # SIZZLING - I need you to go to the frozen banana stand and steal some sticks. We're out of sticks. - Can't we just sell the hot dogs without the sticks? - No. MUSIC PLAYING ON TV - # Don't, don't, don't... - BUMBLEBEE GRUNTING CONAN WHINING WHIMPERS THUD! BIRD CHIRPING DOOR CREAKING CRACK! THUD! QUIRKY MUSIC CLINK! CRASH! OBJECTS CLATTER FIZZING CLATTERING VIDEO GAME BLIPS CONAN BARKS SOFA CREAKS CLOCK TICKING DINGING MACHINE GURGLING SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ZAP! POWERING UP TENSE MUSIC BUILDS BEEPING - What's happening here? - We got a hit, I think. Where's that location? - Near San Francisco. A coastal town named Brighton Falls. TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES EXPLOSION DOG BARKING EXPLOSION You have a personal call. - Hello? - OVER PHONE: Charlie, hey, it's Memo. You got to come home right now. ENGINE REVVING TYRES SCREECH It's bad. It's really, really bad. CHARLIE GASPS - Where's Bumblebee? Bumblebee, what have you done? What were you thinking? What...?! I told you to hide in the garage! Great. Helpful shame spiral, Bee. BUMBLEBEE WHINES I'm not mad, OK? This is all my fault. I never should have left you. - Hey, OK, maybe don't transform all the way? We've still got to get you through the door. BUMBLEBEE GROANS Come on, buddy. - It's OK. THUD! SHE SIGHS CLATTERING SHE BREATHES HEAVILY - I am so screwed. TENSE ROCK MUSIC HE GRUNTS - And now you're crippled for life. - Honey, watch the hair. CAR DOOR CLOSES INDISTINCT CHATTER - Go. Now. But be quiet. Mom, wait! SHE GASPS - Oh, my God! SHE GASPS - Mom... - What happened? - Mom, I'm really sorry. This is all my fault. - What did you do to my TV?! - Look, Mom, I can explain. We will talk about this later, all right? Right now, I have to go. - Are you kidding me? No. You're not going anywhere. - It's about my car. It's really important. - About your car? That you spend all day and night shut in that garage, doing God-knows-what with? - Mom, I can't. I really can't right now. - Oh, no, you really can, Charlie. You really can. I have had it! Your attitude, your always sulking around. You brought home that piece of crap without even asking me! Everyone in this family is trying to be happy, and all you want to do is make things harder. - You know, Mom, just because you've moved on and you're happy with your new life doesn't mean I have! You've found a replacement for my dad and I haven't, OK, and I never will! So I'm sorry if that makes things harder, but in ten months from now you won't even have to deal with me! - Charlie! SHE SIGHS - Hey, you OK? - Yeah. I just feel like ever since my dad died, I've become this drain on everyone, and I hate it. It's like everybody expects me to act like nothing ever happened, and it's impossible to do that. - About your dad, I'm really sorry. - Thanks. - You know, there's this quote that I like. "The darkest nights produce the brightest stars." - That's nice. - My mom got it from Weight Watchers. - CHUCKLES SOFTLY BRAKES SQUEAL MILITANT MUSIC - Get out and move away from the vehicle. - ENGINE REVS - Stay cool, Bee. REVS AND STOPS SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC What's going on? Hey! - Come on! - Stop it! Let go of me! HE SCREAMS - Weapons now! Take it down! - Run! - No, don't run. Do not run! CHARLIE GRUNTS - She ran. CHARLIE SCREAMS MENACING MUSIC HELICOPTER WHIRRS OVERHEAD ENGINE REVS, TYRES SCREECH - Please tell me they're on our side. SHE GRUNTS - SHATTER: No more running. No more hiding. VISOR TRILLING B-127, you're a traitor and a coward. Tell us where Optimus Prime is hiding. - Bee, look out! - DROPKICK GRUNTS - DROPKICK: Why isn't he fighting back? - CHARLIE GRUNTS - Why don't you fight? - Leave him alone! Please! - Again. ELECTRICITY CRACKLING - Hit it again! - Stop! Stop it! SHE GROANS OMINOUS MUSIC SHE BREATHES STEADILY AGENT BURNS: Your daughter stole government property, Mrs Watson. - SALLY: She's been having trouble adjusting, but we had no idea it was this serious. I... Charlie. Honey. - I didn't steal anything, and he doesn't belong to them. - "He"? - AGENT BURNS: Ma'am, I can assure you that it is an "it". And "it" is a highly dangerous war machine. - No, he isn't, OK, Mom? He's not some "war machine". I don't know what he is, but... ..he's my friend. - Ma'am, your daughter's had a traumatic experience today. Maybe doesn't understand everything she's seen. She's disoriented. - No, I'm fine, Mom. I'm completely fine, OK? You have to believe me, please. I didn't steal anything! - Stop! Just go to your room. SHE SIGHS - RON: When I was going through puberty, I stole things, too. Stole a box of Mallomars once. - Yeah, we know. SHE SIGHS DETERMINED MUSIC TAP! TAP! TAP! SHE MOUTHS - OTIS: Boom. Caught you. Oh, Mom's going to love this. - Look, Otis, you need to go home and... Mooooom! - No, Otis, stop it! Why would you do that? - GRUNTING - Let go of me! You're touching my buttocks! - I will tell you a secret if you shut up. - OK, so, um, this is my... room. Just make yourself at home. These are actually my sister's stuff. She likes playing pranks, like putting her stuff over here. - Can I, uh, sit down? - Yeah, yeah. Mm-hm. - REPORTER ON TV: Residents of Brighton Falls have been witness to an unusual sight this evening. Armed Forces pouring into town as part of what we are told is a routine military exercise setting up camp at our own McKinnon Air Base. - If Bumblebee's still alive, that's where they're keeping him. We have to go. We have to try and save him. - Count me in. I'll take point. - No, you won't. - Come on. - No, Otis. - But I can help. Master Larry says I... - I need someone here. I need someone reliable to make sure that Mom and Ron don't know that I'm gone. - I'm someone reliable. - Hell, yeah, you are. - Good luck. - You, too. Get over here. SHE SIGHS - Oh. - Let's do this. - SHATTER: Tell us where Optimus Prime and the rebels are hiding, and we can end this war. - Talk! - DR POWELL: Who is Optimus Prime? - SHATTER: This doesn't concern you, human Powell. Last chance. METAL CLANGS MENACING MUSIC - MEMO: Are you sure this is a good idea? - It's a terrible idea, but I've got to try it. - You can't get... Well, why don't you... Stop, stop, wait... How did you know the power was off? - I didn't. Let's go. - DROPKICK: Can I? - SHATTER: His memory cells are fried. Finish him. - DROPKICK GRUNTS - OPTIMUS: We will fight on. Regroup, rebuild, and retake our home. But we must find refuge first. You will travel to Earth. Once we've gathered the others, we'll join you. You must protect the planet. If the Decepticons find it, then our people are truly finished. Stay safe, soldier. I am coming. - Prime is coming here? - They're all coming here. This is our chance to wipe out the Autobot resistance for good. - We'll burn the whole planet to cinders. - We must get word to Cybertron immediately. - ON RADIO: This is Burns. - Tell them to bring an army. - SOFTLY: Burns, we made a terrible mistake. - Powell? - And thanks to our human allies, I know just how to get the message home. - They're using our satellites. They're calling an army. They're going to kill us all. Thank you for your hospitality, friend Powell. He's all yours. - No. - Powell? - You have to stop them! - Powell! RAY GUN POWERS UP BOTH GASP - RON: Where's the Krazy Glue? - What, did she cut the wire to the TV? Ron. SHE GROANS Charlie! Charlie! - WHIRRING - Nice! Reel-to-reel still works. Where is your sister? - Charlie's fallen ill and must stay in her bedroom for the rest of the evening. She wishes not to be troubled. Keep clear of her chambers. - What? HE SWALLOWS - Charlie has fallen ill and must stay in her bedroom for the rest of the evening. She wishes not to... - Otis! Are you on drugs? Hmm? - No, no. Mom, Mom, Mom. Please stop. Stop! - Charlie! - Mom, there is no reason to go... - Where is she? - Mom, stop! - Quit it, Otis. SHE SIGHS Where is she? Uh... ..she... - Otis? - SHATTER: I found a tower to transmit our message. It's close. - ELECTRICAL HUMMING - Oh. B-127. I almost forgot. - DROPKICK: I didn't. RAY GUN WHIRS - No! (MUMBLES) SHE SOBS No! Bee! Talk to me, Bee. Talk to me. ELECTRICITY CRACKLES I can fix this. I can fix this. SHE SOBS - Charlie... - You got to wake up, Bee. You got to wake up. Please. SHE SOBS - Charlie, we got to go. Charlie. - The gun. - What? - The electric gun. Get it. I can fix you. Come on, Bee. Come back to me. Come on, give me the other one. Bee, come on. I can't lose you, too, Bee. Please, Bee! SHE SOBS SHE SIGHS - I'm sorry. GENTLE MUSIC - Oh! SHE SOBS HEART-WARMING MUSIC Oh, my God. Come on, Bee, we've got to get you out of here. VISOR WHIRRING SHE GASPS MILITANT MUSIC Charlie, there's like a million guys out there! We got to move, now. - Come on, Bee, you've gotta get up. Can you get up? - There's a door in my way. - They've got bombs! We got to go. - Bee, come on. - Charlie! - You've gotta get up, come on. - Three... - Charlie! - ..two... - Come on! - ..one. - Charlie! - Come on. GRIM MUSIC Memo? Memo. Memo, wake up. MEMO COUGHS - AGENT BURNS: Easy. Easy. Hold your fire! Get the kid out of here. - Memo! Wake up, Memo! MEMO GRUNTS - Come on, kid. - Hey! No! Bee! Run! BOTH GRUNTING Bee! SHE GRUNTS Run! - Let go of me! - You need to get away from that thing. Take it down! - No, stop! Stop it! - Contain it and dismantle it! Strip it down to parts! - Leave him alone! You don't understand. Fight back, Bee! Bee! - Kid, stop! It's a machine! - He's more human than you'll ever be! - HE GRUNTS That is enough! CHARLIE GRUNTS BOLD MUSIC VISOR WHIRRING METAL CREAKING Oh shit. HE GRUNTS - AGENT: Open fire! AGENTS SCREAMING - Fall back! Take cover! AGENTS SCREAMING SHOTS FIRING CRASHING - Bee! Bee! SHOTS FIRING Bee, stop! GENTLE MUSIC SHE BREATHES HEAVILY You remember, don't you? VEHICLES APPROACHING They're coming back. Oh, God. Are you OK? - Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. - We need to get out of here. We've got to get you someplace safe. Bee, stop. They will kill you! - OPTIMUS: If the Decepticons find Earth, then our people are truly finished. - OK. Then we fight. - Let's go. Get in. VEHICLES APPROACH - Go on. I'll buy you some time with these guys. SHE CHUCKLES - You just kiss me? - On the cheek. - Still counts. CAR DOOR CLOSES Still counts. Halt! S-Stop. - HORNS HONKING - Ah! Well, that didn't work. ACTION MUSIC - AGENT: Move, move! TYRES SCREECHING - Faster, Bee, faster! - We should really look into getting seat belts. - Oh, my God, oh, my God. - It's OK. She's going to steal the robot back, fight off the police, kill two bigger robots, and come right back home. - Shut up, Otis. - REPORTER ON RADIO: Folks, this just breaking. There appears to be a high-speed chase under way just outside McKinnon Air Base. - Go right! Go right! - TYRES SQUEAL HORNS HONKING TYRES SQUEAL, HORN HONKS - Closer. Closer. You lose that car, I will personally rip your face off. TYRES SCREECHING - Oh, God! - It's all under control. HORN HONKING - SALLY: Charlie! - Mom? - You pull that car over right this second. This is very unsafe, what you're doing. - Mom, you got to get out of here, OK? - Whoa! Whoa! - HORN HONKS - Mom... ..you have to trust me, please! - Charlie! We got to help her, Ron! - Hang on. - Oh, my God! Ron! AGENT BURNS GRUNTING - Get out of the way! - Oh, my gosh! What are you doing? - I saw this on Miami Vice. - God! - Oh. Oh. I got it, I got it, I got it. - Oh, my God! - TYRES SQUEAL - Whoa! HORN BLARING HORN BEEPING SHE GASPS, BRAKES SCREECH - Whoa! BRAKES SCREECH - Whoa! ALL SCREAM - Nice driving, Ron. - HE BREATHES HEAVILY Is everyone OK? - Ron! We have a kid in the car! - I was trying to save the other kid! What was I...? It was a lose-lose. - Otis? Otis, are you all right? - That was radical. HE RETCHES TRILLING ENERGY PULSATING - Preparing satellites to transmit our message. TENSE MUSIC - What's the plan? This is the plan? I hate this plan. Bee, I want to help. - RADIO WARBLES - I would hate anything to happen to her... # - You're actually talking. And you're listening to The Smiths. TENSE MUSIC Be careful. VISOR WHIRRING - Handle him! And finish the job this time! HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING DROPKICK GRUNTING - Oh, shit! GRUNTING GRUNTING ENERGY WARBLING How the hell am I going to get up there? CRASHING GRUNTING METAL CLATTERING CHARLIE YELLS SHE GASPS SHE SCREAMS GRUNTING DROPKICK GROANING TENSE MUSIC BEEPING SHATTER GASPS HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING - There. The one on the tower. HE GROANS SHOTS FIRING SHE WHIMPERS DRAMATIC MUSIC GRUNTING TYRES SCREECHING - You think these little chains can hold... HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING - OK. TENSE MUSIC BUILDS HE GRUNTS - Ah! Hold on! GRUNTING DRAMATIC MUSIC - SHATTER: What are you doing? GUNFIRE POWERING UP Come on. DRAMATIC MUSIC BUILDS Come on. GRUNTING SHATTER GASPS POWERS DOWN - No! WHIRRING SHATTER GRUNTING SHATTER YELLING After I kill you, I kill her. - Bee, no! SHATTER LAUGHS - You missed. RUMBLING GRUNTING You'll kill us both! SHATTER GRUNTING SHE SOBS - SHATTER GROANS - Bumblebee! SHE GRUNTS SHE EXHALES SHARPLY MOMENTOUS MUSIC GENTLE MUSIC BUMBLEBEE CHIMES MOMENTOUS MUSIC WATER SPLASHES SHE PANTS - Oh, God. - AGENT BURNS: You. You need to get outta here. - What do you mean? - I mean my friends are coming. And they're going to be looking for him. - Thank you. - Thank you. Hey, soldier! BUMBLEBEE CHIMES ENGINE STARTS - PANTING I'm here. I made it. What's going on? - World's already been saved, kid. - Cool. Cool. Hey, can you call my mom? This is it, Bee. GENTLE MUSIC RADIO STATIC - # Let's go! # - Bee, I can't go with you. You've got people out there that need you. And so do I. I gotta let you go. SHE SOBS - MAN ON RADIO: Thank you... - WOMAN ON RADIO: ..so much... - MAN 2 ON RADIO: ..for giving me... - MAN 3 ON RADIO: ..my voice. - Thank you for... ..for making me feel like me again. I'll never forget you. GENTLE MUSIC Goodbye, Bumblebee. VISOR WHIRRING BOLD MUSIC No way. You kidding me? Are you telling me you could've been a Camaro this whole time? Oh, my God! - ENGINE REVS - # Don't you # forget about me # Don't, don't, don't, don't # Don't you # forget about me # Will you stand above me # Look my way # Never love me # Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling # Down, down, down # Will you recognise me # Call my name or walk on by... # INDISTINCT CHATTER - DEPUTY: Here you go, ma'am. SHE SIGHS SHE GASPS - Baby. Thank God you're all right. - Thanks for coming, Mom. That was some driving, Ron. - Well, I've taken a few notes. - Otis. - They forced me to tell. - I'm glad they did. I couldn't have done it without you guys. - MEMO: Hey, Charlie. - I'll be right back, OK? SHE CHUCKLES Wow, um, what happened to you today? - Oh, this? Oh, you know, robot fights, high-speed chases, international disasters. The usual. - Right. - Yeah. - BOTH CHUCKLE SHE SIGHS HEAVILY THEY BOTH CHUCKLE - Ooh, um... Yeah, hmm... Not quite there yet. - Nope. Yep. - No. Yeah. - OK, OK. HE EXHALES SHE LAUGHS HE CHUCKLES HEART-WARMING MUSIC - OPTIMUS: Old friend, you kept this planet safe. Because of you, we have a future, B-127. - MAN ON RADIO: My name... - MAN 2 ON RADIO: ..is... - CHARLIE: ..Bumblebee. RUMBLING (GENTLE ELECTRONIC MUSIC) TOOL CRANKING TOOL CLATTERING - Let's see if we got something. - ENGINE STARTS - Oh, my God, yes! MUSIC: Back to Life by Hailee Steinfeld - # What's a sunset if you ain't riding into it? Let's drive into it. # Cos I'm bringing you back # to life. # And you're bringing me back # to life. # I was looking for something that I couldn't find. It's a feeling you give me inside. Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. # Cos I'm bringing you back # to life. www.able.co.nz Able 2020 # This feeling's coming back to life. # Our memories # They're more than just our history. # They lift me up. # They flow like electricity. # What's a pipe dream if you ain't trying to do it? # What's a heartbreak if you ain't crying all through it? # What's a sunset if you ain't riding into it? Let's drive into it. # Cos I'm bringing you back # to life. # And I know that you're gone, but I swear that you're here It's a feeling that won't disappear. # And you're bringing me back # to life. # I was looking for something that I couldn't find. # It's a feeling you give me inside. # Cos I'm bringing you back # to life. # I can see you in the night # coming through like flashing lights # when the world is passing by.