03x10 - The Prisoner

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(LIGHTNING CRASHING)

♪

- Search every street

until you find him.

Or suffer our wrath.

- You dare not fail

the masters of the multiverse.

- You must apprehend the

fugitive, Hot Rod,

at any cost.

- (SNARLING)

Judge Cruelty: Now go! Find him!

He will be punished

most severely.

- UTTERLY DESTROYED!

GO!

(SNARLING AND SCREECHING)

♪ More than meets the eye ♪

♪

MacCadam: Hmm,

Autobots on one side,

Decepticons on the other.

Just like old times.

But if you want to defeat

the Quintessons,

you need to come up with a plan.

Might as well be over

a friendly mug of Energon!

- Why not?

- Wait here.

I have a plan.

We take down that

Quintesson judge,

Whirl will be on advanced recon.

Clobber and I will take

an Autobot shuttle

and board the Quintesson ship.

But we'll need back up.

Soundwave, I know we've had our

differences, but--

- We have no differences.

- Good, then--

- Because I will be in

charge from now on.

- What?!

You don't even know

what's going on!

I know you're no Optimus Prime.

If it weren't for me,

you'd still be gawking

at that parade!

Yes.

But now you have outlived

your usefulness.

(IMPACT GRUNT)

(GRUNT)

(FRAZZLED STATIC)

What?

(PARADE MUSIC)

♪

Huh--?

Hey, that's the parade song!

Ooh, that's not good.

He's been glitching

since we found him!

Creeps me out.

His behavior appears to be

the result

of being improperly removed

from the Loop.

Ugh, I hate this music!

(GLITCHING)

(SMASH)

(GROWL)

This is like

what happened to Hound.

- The Autobot Hound?

What happened to him?

He never recovered from being

removed from the Loop

in the manner you were.

- (GRUNT)

- We need to defeat

the Quintesson Judge.

It did this to you.

It did this to all of us.

Your plan is useless.

It'll take too long.

I have a better plan.

(MUSIC BUILDS)

- Do we gotta follow him?

- I'm not

going out there.

Hot Rod, he's in no condition

to be out there alone.

(QUINTESSON SCREECHING)

- Fine.

- (LOUD RUMBLE)

♪

- Woah! Look at that!

You downed a Prosecutor?!

- I'm going to interrogate

this thing.

You can't interrogate

a Prosecutor!

Maybe you can't.

But I will get it to tell me

everything it knows.

(SCREECHING)

(GASPS)

CLOBBER: I've got it!

(BANG!)

(THUD!)

What we need to talk to

is a bailiff.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(SNARLING)

(SCREECHING)

That's a Bailiff.

(SNARLS)

(SCREECHING)

I think we should split--

We split into teams,

and box it in.

Uh, yeah.

Split into teams. Whirl, you--

Autobot, you take to the sky.

Be prepared to provide cover.

Yeah, that.

You, with me.

You, stay put.

I'm going to interrogate

this thing.

What's that about?

Maybe they're trading

beauty secrets.

(ANNOYED GROWL)

♪

You.

Good news! I get to go with you.

Alright. Let's do this.

(WAILING)

♪

I'm so sorry, Hot Rod.

I really am.

We're like buds.

What are you talking

about Clobber?

- I gotta take you out, Hot Rod.

I don't wanna, but I got orders.

Is that what Soundwave

was telling you?

That's ridiculous!

(IMPACT BLOW)

(PAINED GRUNT)

Agh...

Thanks for being my friend,

Hot Rod.

(TEARFULLY) Goodbye.

(IMPACT BLOW)

(IMPACT GRUNT)

- Clobber, we're friends!

- I know!

This hurts me more than it

hurts you!

No-no! It hurts me more!

(CHARGING CRY)

(CRASH!)

(DISTANT CLANGING)

- What is that?

- That's Clobber,

carrying out my orders.

Oh. Well, if she bashes his head

in any louder,

the Quintessons will be

all over us.

(GRUNT)

The Quintessons are already

here.

Signal the Autobot flyer.

(HISSING)

(THUD!)

(BOOM!)

Hey, look at me!

(BOOM!)

(SNARLING)

(WEAPONS f*ring)

(w*apon f*ring)

(SNARLING)

♪

(EFFORT GRUNT)

(w*apon f*ring)

(CHARGING SNARL)

(IMPACT BLOWS AND GRUNTS)

(THUD!)

(IMPACT GRUNT)

(w*apon f*ring)

(SNARLING)

(IMPACT GRUNT)

(EFFORT GRUNT)

Agh--

(SNARLING)

(IMPACT GROAN)

(SNARLING)

(FIGHTING GRUNTS)

Clobber! Hold on! Stop!

But I'm a Decepticon.

No I mean STOP.

Listen!

Huh?

You hear that?

The parade song.

Soundwave.

Deactivate me later.

Right now they need our help.

(ENGINE REVVING)

(GLITCHING)

(FIGHTING SNARL)

(THUD!)

(SNARL)

(CLANG!)

(SNARL)

Hold up, Smiles!

(SNARLING)

You're Hot Rod-- OOF!

(IMPACT GRUNT)

(PAINED GROAN)

(THUD!)

So he froze up again, huh?

Yeah.

(MUSIC GLITCHING)

(POWER DOWN NOISE)

You know,

we don't have to take Soundwave

with us.

I hear you. Leave the arrogant

backstabbing music box here,

and let the Quintessons

take care of him.

(LAUGHS IN AGREEMENT)

That's not how Autobots

do things.

- I'll get him, boss.

(SCREECHING)

(WAILING)

I'll lead them away!

Dead End, help Clobber!

(ENGINE REVVING)

Hmm?

Don't look at me.

You're the strong one.

(EFFORT GRUNT)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(SCREECHING)

Good, you made it back.

- Soundwave still out of it?

- He's conscious,

but was offline for much longer

than before.

So he's getting worse.

Where is he?

He's down in the holding cells

interrogating the prisoner.

- Said not to interrupt him.

- What?

(SNARL)

Biter: Nova Cronum!

(PAINED GROAN)

We--

we like to fly the Pyxis

Quadrant.

- That's not what I asked.

(PAINED SNARLING)

What are you doing, Soundwave?!

- Trying to get answers.

- What? How?

- I am targeting him

with a high frequency tone

only he can hear.

- (PAINED GROANS)

- He will give me

the information I need.

Eventually.

Causing him pain is no way

to get answers!

No Autobot would ever stoop

this low!

Exactly why Autobots

are inferior

and Decepticons are superior.

(PIERCING TONE)

(PAINED GROAN)

(THUD)

(SNARL)

(PAINED GROANS)

(CHARGING CRY)

(GRUNT)

Yeah!

(FIGHTING NOISES)

(IMPACT GRUNTS)

(CHARGING CRY)

(SNARLING)

(IMPACT GRUNTS)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(CHARGING CRY)

(IMPACT BLOW)

(CHARGING CRY)

(GLITCHING PARADE MUSIC)

Yeah!

Clobber: Yeah!

Good fight.

(PARADE MUSIC)

You need to tell me everything

you know. Now.

Like I kept telling him,

I don't know nothing.

- You've got to know something.

- No!

The only one who knows anything

is the Scientist.

The Scientist?

Who's the Scientist

and where do we find him?

(LIGHTNING CRACKS)

♪

More than meets the eye.