- Sam? - That's weird.
- Sam! - Ratchet, point the light.
- Come on, hurry. - Listen, we got a major issue in here.
What's with the light? You gotta stop the light.
What's going on? Turn it off. You gotta tell him to shut it off.
- Shut it off. - Sam, are you in there?
How come the door's locked?
You know the rules. No doors locked in my house!
You know he'll start counting
- if you don't open the door! - One more chance. Five...
Oh, dear.
- Four. It's coming off the hinges, pal. - He's counting!
- Sam, just open the door. - Three.
- Oh, my. - Two.
- He's counting. - Stand back.
- What's up? What's with the bat? - Who were you talking to?
- I'm talking to you. - Why are you so sweaty and filthy?
I'm a child. You know, I'm a teenager.
We heard voices and noises and we thought maybe you were...
It doesn't matter what we thought. What was that light?
No, what light? What? There's no light, Dad! There's no light!
You got two lights in your hand! That's what it is.
- Maybe it bounced... - There was light under the door.
Look, you can't... You can't just bounce into my room like that.
You got to knock. You got to communicate.
- We knocked for five minutes. - I'm a teenager.
- We knocked. - You didn't knock.
- You were screaming at me, okay? - No.
This is repression, what you're doing here.
- You're ruining my youth, okay? - Oh, for Pete's sakes!
You are so defensive! Were you masturbating?
- Judy. - Was I...
- No, Mom. - Zip it, okay?
- It's okay. - No, I don't masturbate!
That's not something for you to bring up.
- That's a father-and-son thing, okay? - Father-son thing.
I mean, you don't have to call it that word if that makes you uncomfortable.
You can call it Sam's happy time or...
- Happy time? - ...my special alone time...
- Stop. - Mom.
- Judy, stop. - ...with myself.
- Mom, you can't come in and... - I'm sorry.
It's just been a weird night. I've had a little bit to drink.
- No, no, Dad. - Yeah, well, we saw a light.
Oh, parents.
I don't know where it was, but we saw it.
Earthquake! It's another one! Another earthquake! Get in the doorway!
- Okay! - Aftershock! Aftershock!
Oh, I hate these.
- Got to ride it out. Ride it out! - Quick, hide.
- Hey, the lights are back on. - Hide? What?
- Where? - Come on, get out of that tub.
Can't you take safety seriously?
- Good Lord, this floor is filthy, Sam. - Oh, oh, man! Man. Oh.
Oh, no! Look at the yard. The yard is destroyed.
Judy? Better call the city. We got a blown transformer!
Power pole's sparking all over the place!
Oh, man. Yard's a waste.
Trashed. Gone.
- It's a wash. The whole yard. - You're kidding.
The parents are very irritating.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Can I take them out?
Ironhide, you know we don't harm humans.
What is with you?
Well, I'm just saying we could. It's an option.
We heard you talking to somebody, Sam.
- We wanna know who. - Mom, I told...
Hi. I'm Mikaela.
I'm a... I'm a friend of Sam's.
Gosh, you're gorgeous. Isn't that the prettiest girl?
- She can hear you talking, Mom. - Thank you.
Oh, my goodness. I'm sorry you had to hear our little family discussion about...
- Sorry that we're bugging you. - Do you have my backpack?
- Come on, hon. Let's go. - Oh, it's in the kitchen.
Oh, yes. Okay. Okay.
- Yeah. - Your mom's so nice.
I want you to distract my parents
while I slip out and get these glasses to them, okay?
- Ronald Wickity? - It's Witwicky. Who are you?
We're the government. Sector Seven.
- Never heard of it. - Never will.
Your son's the great-grandson of Captain Archibald Wickity, is he not?
It's Witwicky.
May I enter the premises, sir?
Ron, there's guys all over the front yard.
What the heck is going on here?
Your son filed a stolen car report last night.
We think it's involved in a national security matter.
- They're ripping up my rose bushes! - National security?
That's right. National security.
My God, Ron, they're everywhere.
There's guys in suits all around the house! Look at this!
Could you stay off the grass?
Get me a sample and some isotope readings.
They're pulling bushes out of the ground!
Good Lord! They've got to get their hands off my bush!
- Drop the bat, ma'am. - Hey, hey, hey, that's my...
I'm carrying a loaded weapon.
But you'd better get those guys out of my garden
or I am gonna beat the crap out of them!
Are you experiencing any flu-like symptoms? Aching joints? Fever?
- No! - What is this?
How you doing, son? Is your name Sam?
- Yeah. - Well, I need you to come with us.
Whoa, way out of line.
Sir, I am asking politely. Back off.
- You're not taking my son. - Really?
You gonna try to get rough with us?
No, but I'm gonna call the cops
because there's something fishy going on around here.
Yeah. There's something a little fishy about you, your son,
your little Taco Bell dog and this whole operation you got going on here.
- What operation? - That is what we are gonna find out.
I think direct contact.
- Son? - Yeah.
- Step forward, please. - Just stand?
Fourteen rads.
Bingo! Tag them and bag them!
If you hurt my dog, I'll kick your ass!
Get me a sample on that vegetation ASAP!
Sam! Do not say anything, Sam!
- Yeah. - Not a word until we get a lawyer!
So,
LadiesMan217.
That is your eBay username, right?
Yeah, but, you know, it was a typo and I ran with it.
What do you make of this?
My name is Sam Witwicky, okay? And my...
Is that you?
Yeah, that sounds like LadiesMan.
Last night at the station, you told the officer your car transformed.
- Enlighten me. - Well, here's what I said, okay?
'Cause this is a total misunderstanding that my car had been stolen...
- Really? - ...from me, from my home,
but it's fine now because it's back! It came back!
- Well, not by itself. - Well, no.
Because cars don't do that because that would be crazy.
That's funny. That is so funny.
So what do you kids know about aliens, huh?
Oh, you mean, like a Martian? Like what, E. T? No.
- It's an urban legend. - Yeah.
You see this?
This is an I-can-do-whatever-I-want and-get-away-with-it badge.
- Right. - I'm gonna lock you up forever.
Oh, God. You know what? Don't listen to him.
He's just pissy 'cause he's got to get back to guarding the mall.
You, in the training bra, do not test me.
Especially with your daddy's parole coming up.
What? Parole?
- It's nothing. - Oh, grand theft auto, that ain't nothing?
You know those cars my dad used to teach me to fix?
Well, they... They weren't always his.
You stole cars?
Well, we couldn't always afford a babysitter,
so sometimes he had to take me along.
She's got her own juvie record to prove it!
She's a criminal. Criminals are hot.
That'd be a real shame if he had to rot in jail the rest of his natural life.
It is time to talk!
Big! It's big!
Go, go, go, go!
- I can't see it! I can't see it! - Shift your weight towards the front!
All right! All right!
You A-holes are in trouble now.
Gentlemen, I want to introduce you to my friend, Optimus Prime.
Taking the children was a bad move.
Autobots, relieve them of their weapons.
Freeze!
- Whoa! Whoa! - Give me those!
Whoa!
Hi, there.
You don't seem afraid. Are you not surprised to see us?
Look, there are Seven protocols, okay?
I'm not authorized to communicate with you
except to tell you I can't communicate with you.
- Get out of the car. - All right.
- Me? You want me to get... - Now!
All right, all right. Get out. Hey.
All right, I'm... I'm getting out. I'm getting out. You see?
Very nifty how you put us down without really killing us.
You're good with handcuffs, too, now, huh?
How you doing?
- You weren't supposed to hear all that. - How's it going, huh?
- Yeah. - This is real.
Now, listen. If I choose to engage with him, mum is the word, all right?
Sam, I have a record because I wouldn't turn my dad in.
When have you had to sacrifice anything in your perfect little life?
Big guys. Big guys with big guns, huh?
What is Sector Seven? Answer me.
I'm the one who asks questions around here. Not you, young man!
- How'd you know about the aliens? - Where did you take my parents?
- I am not at liberty to discuss it. - No?
Hey. You touch me, that's a federal offense.
Do-whatever-you-want and-get-away-with-it badge, right?
Yeah. Brave now all of a sudden, with his big alien friend standing over there.
- Where is Sector Seven? - Wouldn't you like to know?
Hey!
Bumblebee, stop lubricating the man.
Get that thing to stop, huh?
- All right, tough guy, take it off. - What are you talking about?
- Your clothes, all of it, off. - For what?
For threatening my dad.
Little lady, this is the beginning of the end of your life.
You're a criminal.
Let's face facts. It's in your gene pool.
Those are nice. Now get behind the pole.
All right.
This is such a felony, what you're doing.
- I will hunt you down, okay? - He'll hunt you down.
- Without any remorse! - No remorse.
- Enjoy. - Okay?
- We have got to alert everyone. - They already know. Speaker.
Optimus! Incoming!
Roll out.
Okay, I'm picking up rad readings under that bridge right down there.
Okay, I'm getting really good rad readings. Forty-two and higher.
Up you get.
Okay, we're dropping in.
Really strong readings right down below us. There he is.
Ship one and two, come on in.
That's it, right there. Mark him, mark him.
Okay, there he is. 11:30. 11:30. Right off the nose.
I got it. 12:00.
Okay, I'm tracking him. I've got him.
Got him going down the street.
Okay. Where'd he go, guys? I lost him. Got no IR signature. Where'd he go?
Okay, I lost him. I lost him.
Okay, we're coming around.
Easy, you two.
No! No! No, Sam! Sam, don't drop me!
Sam, don't! Sam, don't! I'm slipping! I'm slipping!
- Hold on! - No!
Sam!
All right, we've got him pinned. We've got him pinned in the river.
I'm in for the shot.
Stop! Stop!
Wait! No!
- Take the shot, get him. - Take the shot.
No!
No! Stop!
Stop!
Get down on the ground! Get down! Get down!
What? Okay.
Look, he's not fighting back!
Freeze it! Freeze it! Freeze it!
Stop hurting him!
Don't let him move!
I got him here!
No!
Happy to see me again?
Put him in a car with his little criminal friend.
I want that thing frozen and ready for transport!
Hang back. Let me check it out.
Optimus,
are we just gonna stand here and do nothing?
There's no way to free Bumblebee without harming the humans.
- But it's not right. He... - Let them leave.
The Chinese and the Russians are nearing our area of operations
in the western Pacific.
We feel like this could get out of hand real fast.
But the next couple of hours may just define his presidency.
US and Chinese task forces approaching 100 nautical miles
of cruise missile range.
Tell the strike group commander that he's not to engage unless fired on first.
- Yes, sir! - Mr. Secretary?
Tom Banachek. I'm with Sector Seven, Advanced Research Division.
Never heard of it. I'm a little busy, Tom. I think you can see that.
- What's going on here? - I don't know.
Sit rep! Talk to me!
- The whole room's gone down, sir. - I can see that!
The virus was coded to shut us down.
- General? - I'll take a seat.
What do you mean, "shut us down"?
They used our network to spread out to the whole world.
The blackout's global.
We have no communications, satellite and land lines are dead.
You mean to tell me that I cannot pick up this telephone and call my family?
Mr. Secretary? I'm here under direct order from the President.
You really need to see what I have in the case.
You'll have to accept that there are certain things
you won't understand right away.
Sector Seven is a special-access division of the government
convened in secret under President Hoover 80 years ago.
You may remember NASA JPL lost the Beagle 2 Mars Rover.
We told them to report the mission a complete failure. It wasn't.
Beagle 2 transmitted 13 seconds.
This was classified above top secret.
EDA ended at 170 hours, 48 minutes.
More than just a pile of Martian rocks.
This is the image from Mars.
Here's the image your Special Ops team was able to retrieve
from the base attack.
We believe they are of the same exoskeletal type,
and obviously not Russian or North Korean.
Are we talking about an invasion?
We intercepted the message from your Special Ops team.
These things can be hurt by our weapons and now they know it.
That's why the virus shut us down,
so we can't coordinate against their next attack,
which I would bet my ridiculous government salary is coming soon.
Get word to our fleet commanders over the National Guard frequency.
It's a shortwave radio channel. It might be still working.
Tell them to turn their ships around and come home. ASAP!
And inform all commands to prepare for imminent attack.
Captain Lennox, we need you and your team to come with us right now!
Let's go!
She's in here.
What's going on?
You're coming with me.
- You're going to be my advisor. - Me, too?
Who's this?
- He's my advisor. - He comes, too.
- So... - What'd they get you for?
I bought a car. Turned out to be an alien robot.
Wow.
Who knew?
Make a hole! Watch your back!
Please, let this work.
Fire it up, Optimus.
The code.
The code on these glasses indicates the All Spark is 230 miles from here.
I sense the Decepticons are getting ready to mobilize.
They must know it's here, as well.
What about Bumblebee?
We can't just leave him to die and become some human experiment!
He'll die in vain if we don't accomplish our mission.
Bumblebee is a brave soldier. This is what he would want.
Why are we fighting to save the humans?
They're a primitive and violent race.
Were we so different?
They're a young species. They have much to learn.
But I've seen goodness in them.
Freedom is the right of all sentient beings.
You all know there's only one way to end this war.
We must destroy the Cube.
If all else fails, I will unite it with the spark in my chest.
That's suicide.
The Cube is raw power. It could destroy you both.
A necessary sacrifice to bring peace to this planet.
We cannot let the humans pay for our mistakes.
It's been an honor serving with you all.
- Autobots, roll out! - We rolling!
Team attention! Present arms!
At ease. Captain, Sergeant. Got your intel. Excellent work.
Thank you, sir. What about the gunships?
They're being retrofitted with sabot rounds now.
If they hit us again, we'll be ready for them.
But it won't do us much good if we can't get world communications back up.
Hey, kid.
I think we got off to a bad start, huh?
You must be hungry?
You want a latte? HoHo? Double venti macchiato?
Where's my car?
Son, I need you to listen to me very carefully.
People can die here.
We need to know everything you know. We need to know it now.
Okay.
But first, I'll take my car, my parents. Maybe you should write that down.
Oh, and her juvie record. That's got to be gone. Like, forever.
Come with me. We'll talk about your car.
Thank you.
The man's an extortionist.
All right, here's the situation.
You've all had direct contact with the NBEs.
NBEs?
Non-Biological Extraterrestrials. Try and keep up with the acronyms.
What you're about to see is totally classified.
Dear God. What is this?
We think when he made his approach over the north pole,
our gravitational field screwed up his telemetry.
He crashed in the ice, probably a few thousand years ago.
We shipped him here to this facility in 1934.
We call him NBE One.
Well, sir, I don't mean to correct you on everything you think you know,
but, I mean, that's Megatron.
He's the leader of the Decepticons.
He's been in cryostasis since 1935.
Your great-great-grandfather made one of the greatest discoveries
in the history of mankind.
Fact is, you're looking at the source of the modern age,
the microchip, lasers, spaceflight, cars, all reverse-engineered by studying him.
NBE One. That's what we call it.
And you didn't think the United States military might need to know
that you're keeping a hostile alien robot frozen in the basement?
Until these events, we had no credible threat to national security.
Well, you got one now.
- So why Earth? - It's the All Spark.
All Spark? What is that?
Well, yeah, they came here looking for some sort of cube-looking thing.
Anyway, Mr. NBE One here, AKA Megatron, that's what they call him,
who's pretty much the harbinger of death, wants to use the Cube
to transform human technology to take over the universe.
That's their plan.
- And you're sure about that? - Yeah.
You guys know where it is, don't you?
Follow me.
You're about to see our crown jewel.
Carbon dating puts the Cube here around 10,000 BC.
The first Seven didn't find it until 1913.
They knew it was alien because of the matching hieroglyphics on the Cube
as well as NBE One.
President Hoover had the dam built around it.
Four football fields thick of concrete.
A perfect way to hide its energy from being detected by anyone
or any alien species on the outside.
Wait, back up. You said the dam hides the Cube's energy.
- What kind exactly? - Good question.
Please step inside. They have to lock us in.
Oh, wow.
What's that? Freddy Krueger done been up in here or something?
Oh, no, man.
Freddy Krueger have four blades, man. That's only three. That's Wolverine!
- Right? That's Wolverine! - That's very funny.
Anybody have any mechanical devices? BlackBerry? Key alarm? Cell phone?
I got a phone.
Nokias are real nasty.
You've got to respect the Japanese. They know the way of the samurai.
Nokia's from Finland.
Yes, but he's, you know, a little strange. He's a little strange.
We're able to take the Cube radiation and funnel it into that box.
- Mean little sucker, huh? - That thing is freaky!
Kind of like the itty-bitty Energizer Bunny from hell, huh?
He's breaking the box.
Go! Go! Go!
Move!
Gentlemen, they know the Cube is here.
Banachek. What's going on?
Well, the NBE One hangar has lost power...
- What? - ... and the backup generator
- is just not gonna cut it. - Do you have an arms room?
Megatron! Megatron! Megatron!
I'll bring security to the...
Get everyone to the NBE One chamber now!
- The lights are out! - Move it! Move it!
Let's go!
They're popping our generators!
Megatron melting!
16502. We're losing pressure.
Stand by! Set!
We're losing pressure!
The cryogenic system is failing! We're losing NBE One!
Forty millimeter sabot rounds on that table!
That's good. Get all the ammo you got. Everything you can carry. Bring it.
You got to take me to my car. You have to take me to my car.
He's gonna know what to do with the Cube.
- Your car? It's confiscated. - Then unconfiscate it.
We do not know what will happen if we let it near this thing!
- You don't know. - Maybe you know, but I don't know.
You just wanna sit here and wait and see what happens?
I have people's lives at stake here, young man.
Take him to his car!
Drop it.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Drop your weapon, soldier.
There's an alien war going on and you're gonna shoot me?
You know, we didn't ask to be here.
I'm ordering you under S-Seven executive jurisdiction.
Seven don't exist.
Right. And we don't take orders from people that don't exist.
- I'm gonna count to five. Okay. - Well, I'm gonna count to three.
- Simmons? - Yes, sir?
I'd do what he says. Losing's really not an option for these guys.
All right. Okay.
Hey, you want to lay the fate of the world on the kid's Camaro? That's cool.
No, no!
Stop! You got to stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
No, no, stop, stop, stop! Let him go! Let him go!
Are you okay?
They didn't hurt you, right?
Listen to me. The Cube is here and the Decepticons are coming.
No, no, don't worry about them. They're okay. Right?
They're not gonna hurt you.
Just back up a little bit. He's friendly. He's fine.
Okay, come on. Put the guns down. They're not gonna hurt you.
Here, come with me. I'm gonna take you to the All Spark.
Okay, here we go. He doing something. He doing something.
Oh, my God.
Message from Starfleet, Captain.
Let's get to it.
He's right. We stay here, we're screwed with Megatron in the other hangar.
Mission City is 22 miles away.
We're gonna sneak that Cube out of here
and we're gonna hide it somewhere in the city.
Good! Right.
But we cannot make a stand without the Air Force.
This place must have some kind of radio link!
- Yes. Shortwave, CB. - Right, yes.
Sir, you got to figure out some way to get word out to them. Let's move!
In the alien archive, sir!
- The alien... - There's an old Army radio console.
- Will it work? - Anything's possible!
- Did you see that... - All right, Sam, get it in the car!
Mr. Secretary! Get our birds in the air.
When we get to the city, we're gonna find a radio,
and I'll have Epps vector them in, okay?
Affirmative!
Warning! NBE One cryo-containment failing.
Check that backup system!
The cryo's failing! You got to bump up the cryo! The cryo's failing!
Come on! Get out of here!
Heads up! Look out!
Set a perimeter around the yellow vehicle!
- This way, this way, this way! - Up there! Let's go!
I am Megatron!
- The Cube's okay? - Yeah, it's fine.
Well, put the seat belt on.
Pour it on him!
I live to serve you, Lord Megatron.
Where is the Cube?
The humans have taken it.
You fail me yet again, Starscream. Get them!
Come on, Mags!
Over here, sir!
Give me a minute. Give me a minute.
Come to me, Maxwell, come to me. Plugged in there.
- We're hot! We're live! - Where are the mikes?
Mikes?
This doesn't work without mikes, Simmons.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Let's find them.
Kid, get in the chair! Just get in the chair, all right?
- Okay, I'll sit. I'll sit. - They steal everything out of this place.
How do we get the signal out? How do we call the Air Force?
- Glen? - Huh?
Can you hotwire this computer to transmit a tone through the radio?
What good is that?
Morse code! You can use this to transmit it through that!
Okay, I'll do it! Turn it around. Okay, let's see.
Simmons, I need a screwdriver!
There's Optimus.
Almost done.
What the hell was that?
Barricade the door!
- Get something. - Watch out!
Six, five, four, six, three.
Here! Put some rounds in!
Master search.
I got it! We're transmitting!
Send exactly what I say!
Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Burn, you little sucker! Burn!
"This is Defense Secretary Keller. Get me NORTHCOM commander."
- Whoa! - Whoa!
What was that?
Authenticate emergency action. Blackbird 1195...
Sir, I have an authenticated air strike order from Sec Def.
- No, no, no, no, no. - What?
It's the same cop! Block them, block them, block them.
Oh, my God.
Cool, Mom!
This is so not good.
He's behind the pillar!
- Shoot that mother... - Maggie, cover fire!
It's the Air Force! They're responding!
Sucker, burn!
Oh, shit!
Yes! They're sending F-22s to the city!
Raptors, let's scramble, scramble, scramble.
Strike and Dark Star roll call.
Looking out the right side.
Push to Kill Box One Alpha...
- Come on, let's go! Mount up! - Move out! Move out! Go! Go!
Here, I got shortwave radios.
Wait. What am I supposed to do with these?
Well, use them! It's all we got!
This is like RadioShack dinosaur radios or something, man.
I'm only gonna get 20 or 30 miles out of these things.
Are there any aircraft orbiting the city?
F-22 at 12:00.
All right, I want planes for air cover and get Black Hawks on station
to extract that Cube. You got it?
Air Force has arrived! Pop smoke!
Raptor, Raptor, do you copy?
We have you visual.
Green smoke is the mark.
Provide air cover and vector Black Hawks for extraction.
It's Starscream!
Please tell me you copy.
Back up! Take cover! Bumblebee!
No, no, no, no, no! Move!
- Back up! Back up! - Retreat! Fall back!
Incoming!
Anybody hurt? Everyone okay?
Clear the area!
Oh, my God.
Bumblebee? No. Your legs!
Your legs.
Here. Here, back, back, back, back! You all right?
Please get up. Bumblebee? Get up!
Ratchet!
- What the hell was that? - What are you talking about?
What do you mean, what am I talking about? They shot at us!
F-22 pilots would never fly below buildings.
That's alien. That ain't friendly!
You got to get up. You're okay. You're okay.
Come on!
Army Black Hawk inbound to your location. Over.
Alpha 273 degrees, 10 miles.
November Victor, 1.2 clicks north.
Move out! Let's go!
Let's go! Move!
I'm not gonna leave you.
Come on, Decepticon punk!
Oh, my God!
Concentrate your fire!
Come on. Come on.
Megatron!
It's Megatron! Retreat! Move! Fall back!
Fall back!
Get our guys out of the way! Get out of here! Go!
Get them out of the buggy! Move out!
We need air cover down here now!
Sam, help me with this.
- That all you got, Megatron? - Come here, little cretin.
You want a piece of me? You want a piece?
No! I want two!
What's going on?
Sir! That tank thing's getting back up.
Oh, these things just don't die.
Oh, we're so dead.
- Wrap it around the head. - Sam!
Where's the Cube?
- Right there. - Okay.
And take that and wrap it around
the base and then put it around his neck.
- Okay? - Epps, get those Black Hawks here!
That building.
- Okay. - What?
All right, I can't leave my guys back there, so here, take this flare.
Okay, there's a tall, white building with statues on top.
- Go to the roof. Set the flare. - No.
- Signal the chopper and set the flare. - No, no. I can't do this!
Listen to me! You're a soldier now! All right? I need you to take this Cube.
Get it into military hands while we hold them off,
or a lot of people are gonna die.
- You got to go. You got to go. - No, I'm not leaving.
- You need to go. Go. - No, I'm not leaving
till I get Bumblebee out of here, okay?
Army Black Hawk requested.
Immediate evac for civilian boy with precious cargo.
Headed to rooftop marked by flare.
- Sam, we will protect you. - Okay.
- Epps, where are those planes? - Sam!
No matter what happens, I'm really glad I got in that car with you.
Sam! Get to the building! Move!
- Decepticons, attack! - Hit it!
- Cover fire! - Move to cover!
Watch out!
- Girl, get that tow truck out of here! - I'm going! I'm going!
Get out of here now!
Megatron!
Prime.
Humans don't deserve to live.
They deserve to choose for themselves.
Then you will die with them!
Join them in extinction!
Keep moving, Sam!
Don't stop!
No!
Sam, get to the building!
Give me that Cube, boy!
Did that jerk just dent my car?
You're not gonna get me. You're not gonna get me!
I smell you, boy!
Maggot!
Oh, no!
I'll drive! You shoot!
This isn't going well!
Shoot! Shoot!
Nice shot.
- That tank is definitely dead now. - All right, let's go! We got business!
Hey!
Hey! I'm over here!
We've got the boy.
Watch out!
Missile!
Hang on, Sam!
No! No!
Is it fear or courage that compels you, fleshling?
Where do I go?
Give me the All Spark and you may live to be my pet.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
I'm never giving you this All Spark!
Oh, so unwise.
I got you, boy.
Hold on to the Cube!
- Oh, no. Oh, no! - Disgusting.
Sam?
You risked your life to protect the Cube.
No sacrifice,
- no victory. - If I cannot defeat Megatron,
you must push the Cube into my chest.
I will sacrifice myself to destroy it.
Get behind me.
It's you and me, Megatron.
No, it's just me, Prime.
At the end of this day, one shall stand, one shall fall.
You still fight for the weak! That is why you lose!
Fighter jets in 60 seconds.
We got friendlies mixed with bad guys. Targets will be marked.
Hey.
Bring the rain. All right?
All right, let's kill these things.
- Move, move, move! - Remember, aim low.
Armor's weak under the chest.
Target marked. Still waiting.
Time on target, 20 seconds.
F-22s, we're still waiting.
Move out!
Incoming!
Weapons armed. Status green.
Run! Move!
Second wave's on approach.
What is that? Break off!
- Copy. - It's either a massive amount of...
Two, get a lock! Pop that guy!
Stay on him. Keep him in your sights.
Take him out!
Two's down!
I'll kill you!
Mine! All Spark!
Sam! Put the Cube in my chest! Now!
Sam!
No, Sam!
Hold up.
You left me no choice, brother.
Sam, I owe you my life.
We are in your debt.
Prime, we couldn't save him.
Jazz.
We lost a great comrade
but gained new ones.
Thank you, all of you.
You honor us with your bravery.
Permission to speak, sir?
Permission granted, old friend.
You speak now?
I wish to stay with the boy.
If that is his choice.
Yes.
Gentlemen, the President has ordered Sector Seven be terminated
and the remains of the dead aliens disposed of.
The Laurentian Abyss is seven miles below sea level,
deepest place on our planet.
The massive depth and pressure there, coupled with subfreezing temperatures,
would crush and entomb them,
leaving no evidence.
With the All Spark gone, we cannot return life to our planet.
And fate has yielded its reward,
a new world to call home.
We live among its people now, hiding in plain sight,
but watching over them in secret,
waiting, protecting.
I have witnessed their capacity for courage.
And though we are worlds apart,
like us, there's more to them than meets the eye.
I am Optimus Prime
and I send this message to any surviving Autobots
taking refuge among the stars.
We are here.
We are waiting.
Can you shed any light on the recent, so-called alien activity in the area?
Do you know what? I think that if there was some sort of an alien
- infestation... - Yeah.
They, the government, would be the first to let you know.
The government would let us know.
- I mean, this is America. - Yeah.
You know, that's how we know we live in a free land,
because there's no secrets.
They'd say, "Hey! Duck and cover."
Your head is kind of a different size than it is on television.