RAF: Incoming GroundBridge request
from Scotland.
Wheeljack, what happened? Where are the others?
Having a swell time taking the long way home
in Ultra Magnus' boat, I'm sure.
Miko included.
I wondered what was taking so long with those sodas.
Did you secure the Predacon bone?
The beast hunt kind of imploded, doc.
Well, I just got wind of another 'Con hotspot.
right outside of Taos, New Mexico.
Since Prime's unit isn't back from oil country...
Raf, set a bridge for Fowler's coordinates.
You, roll with me. Not today, all right?
If you're all right sending me out there alone.
Alone's how I prefer to roll.
Wheeljack, you do not want to make me abandon
a complex equation to venture outside my comfort zone.
Fine.
But in case you haven't figured it out...
I don't play well with others.
( dramatic theme playing )
Scrap.
( dramatic theme playing )
( howls )
Know what I love most about Vehicon troopers?
They're easily distracted.
( action theme playing )
( grunts )
You sure you weren't a Wrecker?
You sure you don't play well with others?
( car door closes )
( clears throat )
Nice shooting, Tex.
Hey, Mom, what's up?
Nurse Darby, what brings you here?
The medical supplies you so graciously offered to donate
that Jack keeps forgetting to bring home.
The hospital appreciates your generosity, Agent Fowler.
Please, call me William.
Guys, I found a Predacon talon in a museum.
Scientists were totally stumped when they excavated it in 1922,
so it's been in storage.
But we're fresh out of beast hunters.
( Ratchet groans )
I didn't choose "emergency" as my vehicle mode for laughs.
Not sure you need a 'Bot.
Maybe you should all just wait for Optimus.
I'll have you know, Nurse Darby,
I was an Army Ranger and federal agent for Unit-E three decades
before I'd ever heard the name Optimus Prime.
I'm more than equipped to handle a milk run.
In fact, why don't you tag along?
Oh, I don't know about that.
Absolutely not.
Mom, I don't want you anywhere near anything 'Con.
It's not-- Safe?
Is my teenage son seriously going to tell me
that its fine for him to travel all the way to Cybertron,
but his mother can't be trusted to go on a--on a--
Milk run. A milk run?
No, I--it's just--
You're lactose intolerant, and I--
Come on, Agent Fowler.
MEGATRON: Ah, you performed well, my pet.
This will be a splendid contribution
to the spawning of your Predacon brethren.
My liege, we've located another
of Shockwave's Predacon energy signatures.
Weak, but steady.
Excellent.
Knock Out, do not return empty-handed.
Moi? Don't know the meaning of the word.
Isn't "empty-handed" two words?
You would know, or did your missing armor turn up?
Why, you wheel-bound-- Starscream!
You have failed me enough for one day.
Assume the task of monitoring
for Predacon energy signatures, at once!
Yes, my liege.
I'm sure you'll find the gig
as invigorating as I did, Screamer.
( growls )
MEGATRON: Shockwave has initiated the cloning process
with the specimens gathered thus far.
The Predacon currently among us will be but the first
of a new wave of beast machine super-soldiers.
STARSCREAM: What are you lurking about for?
Get back to your kennel.
( roars )
( grunts )
You mindless brute, look what you've done.
( growls )
You're awfully quiet, Wheeljack.
I've never been one for chitchat.
Why do you pretend?
If you really wanted to roll alone,
you would've hit the open road today.
But you didn't. You called for a 'bridge back to base.
Hey. Don't assume you know me.
I'm not assuming.
Now, care to chitchat about what happened out there?
What did I tell you? Milk run.
With one cranky cow.
The curator?
Acted like he was guarding the Mona Lisa,
instead of some prehistoric lug nut
that's been gathering dust since Harding was president.
I have to say, Agent Fowler, you handled him well.
I was quite impressed.
Nurse Darby, I'd say that puts you one step ahead of my ex.
Hmm. Divorced, huh?
Yeah. What about you?
What's the story with Mr. Darby?
More like a saga, but one I'm sure you've heard before.
I have a bone to pick with both of you.
Run!
( both groaning )
Kick back, relax, and enjoy the scenery.
( tires screeching )
Knock Out to Lord Megatron.
I have secured one vintage Predacon talon,
Plus two of the Autobots' pets
for you to employ as hostages, lab experiments,
well, any way you see fit.
So go on, Big M, tell me you love me more than Starscream.
My liege?
Hello?
Too familiar?
STARSCREAM The primitive mutt demolishes
our entire communications network
and Lord Megatron intends to breed more of it?
Would you two hurry?
I want this fixed before our master
is bothered by such distracting minutiae.
Entering access override code and rebooting now.
( shrieks )
No, no, no!
It's really taking them a while.
Arcee and Wheeljack?
My mom and Agent Fowler.
Maybe they stopped for dinner.
Isn't that what grown-ups do when they're dating?
It's what grown-ups do when they're hungry.
( cell phone ringing )
Mom?
MIKO: Guess again, Jack Rabbit.
And I hope you're not still thirsty
because I'm bringing back something way cooler that sodas.
I can't talk, Miko. I need to leave this line free.
Wait, don't hang up.
Did Wheeljack show?
I think Bulkhead's really worried about him.
Wheeljack is fine. He's on a mission with Arcee.
Wheeljack's riding with a new partner already?
That's cold.
What? No. It's just one mission, they're not partners.
I wondered how long it would take
our two lone wolves to hook up.
I told you we should have waited for Optimus.
There it is. The "I told you so."
Well, no sale, sister.
The 'Con was at the museum.
If we had waited, he would have snagged
the talon before Prime got there.
And given our current situation,
what difference would that have made?
KNOCK OUT: Hello? How long have you two been dating?
Because you bicker like an old married couple.
What? We're not dating.
KNOCK OUT: Frankly, I find it repulsive,
the whole idea of you fleshies interfacing.
Knock Out to base, requesting pick up, again.
All right, is anyone up there receiving me?
Nurse Darby. June.
If this 'Con gets us to Megatron's warship,
the chances of the 'Bots ever finding us
decrease a thousand fold.
Never let a Decepticon take you to a second location.
He disarmed me back at the museum.
Do you have anything we could use as a weapon?
( grunting )
Pepper spray?
On a 'Bot?
Guys like 'Magnus, I don't let them peel my paint.
I peel theirs.
So if it isn't the new commander
who's grinding your gears, it's Bulkhead.
Just burns me up when a Wrecker goes soft.
Look, Wheeljack,
you'll always have the Wreckers as you knew them, in here.
Times change, players come and go,
and if you can't adapt, you'll rust,
like the bones we're digging for.
Don't push Bulkhead away.
If something happened to him, you'd never forgive yourself.
Trust me, I know.
( ominous theme playing )
Knock Out to base,
requesting GroundBridge for the umpteenth time.
Come in, base.
I can't drive around all night--what?
( grunts )
KNOCK OUT: Watch the rims!
FOWLER: Now!
( panting )
Well, isn't that just grand?
( groans )
Did I say "grand"?
I meant totally rude.
My optics!
( grunts )
( growls )
( gasps )
Are we playing a human game now?
Because I would be happy
to teach you the Decepticon version:
hide-and-go-shriek.
June! June, where are you?
Aha!
( groans )
All right, little lady, show yourself.
Or I turn the snappy dresser here
into a sloppy stain on the tarmac.
( suspenseful theme playing )
( voicemail ): You've reached Special Agent William Fowler.
Leave a message at the star-spangled beep.
Straight to voicemail, just like Mom's cell.
Maybe they went to a movie?
Okay. Running from Bulk, shutting down like that,
pretty spineless of me.
On the bright side, you have plenty of backbone now.
JACK ( on phone ): Arcee, I need your help.
My mom and Fowler may be in serious trouble.
Last chance, she-human.
If you're not out here with my prize in 2.3 seconds,
your boyfriend here--
Okay, first, not my boyfriend.
And second, you're not laying a metal digit on him.
Not if you ever want to see your precious talon again.
Where is it? Leave her alone!
I hid it on a train car.
Let us go, and I'll tell you which one.
( grunts )
Try as you might, you can't con a 'Con.
Fasten your seatbelts.
It's going to be a bumpy ride.
Oh, wait, you can't unfasten your belts. My bad.
Communications have been down for how long?
Soundwave practically has the dish repaired, master.
MEGATRON: Which is all well and good for Soundwave,
but for you--
KNOCK OUT: Knock Out to Lord Megatron, please, come in.
See? All fixed.
MEGATRON: Knock Out, do you have the Predacon bone?
In my sites, my liege.
As are a pair of Autobots riding my rear.
Understood. Just make sure you secure the specimen.
( dramatic theme playing )
Now, in which train car would a deceptive little human
choose to bury a bone?
My money's on the convertible.
( grunts )
Get Fowler and June!
Here's where you get out.
( June and Fowler screaming )
Lord Megatron, if a GroundBridge doesn't open tout de suite,
your specimen will belong to the Autobots.
Scrap.
Where are they? In back.
Ah. Whoo.
Mom!
Are you all right?
The milk run turned a little sour,
but Bill and I are just fine.
Come on, June, sit down.
Bill?
Looks like you've been jacked, Jack,
by another 'Jack.
Bro-mance trumps romance.
Glad to be your bro, bro.
You have served me well today, Knock Out.
Which is more than I can say for some.
It was the beast that disrupted communications, my liege.
STARSCREAM: I beg you to reconsider Project Predacon.
The creature is incorrigible,
and void of all but the most rudimentary intelligence.
( low growl )
( dramatic theme playing )