01x09 - Age of Evolution Pt. 1

[bunniefuu]

[triumphant music]

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[laughter]

[radio chatter]

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[robotic whir]

[all gasp]

[indistinct murmuring]

[metal detector whistles]

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- [screaming]
- [sighs]

I work with a bunch of idiots.

Optimus, Megatron,

glad to see you.
Join us for a quick word

before the ceremony, please.

- Happy to, Agent Croft.

Snazzy shades, Agent Schloder.

- Cameras are set up inside.

I'll say a few words.
President phones in her message

about world peace, and then
she'll introduce you two.

- The teleprompter
has approved statements

for both of you to read.

I penned them myself.
No ad-libs.

- [groans]
Will it direct us to sit, stay,

and transform as well?

- [laughs nervously]

Just a few
public speaking jitters.

We are here to celebrate
the human-Autobot alliance,

not destroy it.

- How can you
tolerate GHOST treating us

like Cybertronian poodles?

- We're their partners,
and it's been years.

Well, for you.

But still, get a new grudge.

- [grunts]
- Hi, Mr. Optimus!

[metal detector beeping]

- [giggles nervously]

- [giggles]

[jet soaring]

[all cheering]

- Awesome.

[dramatic synth pop music]

- Everyone, get down!

- Seekers!
- [screams]

[panicked screaming]

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- Come on.

- Skywarp.
- And Nova Storm.

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[robotic whirring]

- Sorry to crash
the peace party.

- We propose
a new partnership.

both: Your parts in pieces.

[digitized whirring]

[dramatic music]

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[dramatic synth pop music]

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- Give us your left arm, Prime,
or we'll take it by force.

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- How disappointing to see
my former Seekers

become lowly scavengers!

- Better than living
on GHOST's leash.

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- Alex, we need to get
the kids to the hangar!

Down, get down!

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Now!

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[grunts]

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[all screaming]

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- I'm getting really bad feels
from Mo and Robby.

- Don't worry.
Those Decepticons

barely qualify as mosquitos.

- Let's go clip their wings.

- Mm.

- [grunts]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold your horsepower, guys.

That place is crawling
with GHOST, which is why

we didn't go
in the first place.

- [grunts]

The only family we have
needs help, Bumblebee.

- I wanna go, too,

but Optimus and Megatron
will keep them safe.

Trust me.
[boom]

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- Run!

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- They want my left arm
like their lives depend on it.

[jets soaring]

They can have my fists!

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- [grunts]

Surrender, and I promise mercy.

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- You surrender

that special arm of yours,
Prime.

- [screaming]

- Optimus!

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- [grunts]

- Cease fire!

You are part of the reason
humans fear our kind.

- Humanity doesn't fear us.

While we are guests
on this planet,

protecting Earth and its people
is our priority.

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The Seekers att*cked us,
Megatron.

Everyone saw us defend
our human allies.

- Allies?
A naive dream.

The w*r has clearly not ended
for all Cybertronians,

and every human watching
has new reason to be afraid

of our kind.

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- Cut the feed now.

[static]

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- Mistreat my staff again,

and it'll cost you
more than a slice of wing.

Of course, failure
also voids our agreement,

landing you under my Kn*fe.

[arachnamechs screeching]

[both grunting]

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- Sorry, Dr. Meridian!
We tried our best!

- You embarrassed yourselves.

But at least you made
Prime and Megatron appear

as the monsters they are.

Cybertronians force
their brutal w*r on Earth.

They are an existential thr*at
to humanity.

But I can't wipe out
the invasive creatures

while their powers are greater
than my own.

- If you see a Decepticon,
myself or another Autobot

will gladly come
to your defense.

All you need to do is call
our anonymous tip line.

- -REPORT-A-CON,
and remember,

prank calls are a felony
in this state.

I dare you to try me.

[sustained tone]

[elevator music]

- I have a new job for you--

bait.

- Our family
could've been hurt!

- And we should've
been there to help!

- But no, Thrash and I
have to stay here

and live secret lives.

- Hello, me too.

- What's Bumblebee
training us for

if we can't do anything
when stuff gets real?

- You still have much to learn,
young Terrans.

For now, my priority
is keeping you hidden and safe.

- From Decepticons?

- [sighs]
No.

I fear GHOST would claim
the Terrans as assets

for their own use and not
give us time to understand

the significance
of what they are.

- We don't even understand
what we are.

And if we're such a big deal,

then why haven't you been
trying to figure that out?

- Yeah, how were we born
inside a crusty cave puddle?

Why are there only two of us?

- And how'd
that glowy rock thing

bring Thrash and I to life?

- A luminous stone
generated your spark?

Why are these the first details
I've heard of their origin?

- We're still
figuring things out?

- [sighs]

Terrans, more now than ever,

I believe you play
a critical role

in rebuilding our kind.

- No pressure, right?

The thing is, for all we know,

the 'Bots and 'Cons on this
planet are the last of us.

- Until you were born.

It's time we discover
how your sparks came to be.

Finding this glowy rock
is our new priority.

- Pinky promise, no take backs?

- Uh, okay.
- Witness!

Pinky swears are
legal contracts in this family.

[laughs]
- Yes!

[buttons whirring]

- You're interrupting
a very wholesome family moment.

- Can the chitchat, big red.

Our 'Con hotline
got an anonymous tip.

Today's trouble twins were
caught and need a lift to jail.

I'm sending you
the Cons' coordinates

and a link
to a new mission playlist.

Prepare to get hype.

- [laughing]

Whoo!
- [screams]

- [laughing]
- Yes!

- [clears throat]
- [laughing]

- Sorry to interrupt,
Ranger Malto.

Skywarp and Nova Storm
were captured.

I hate to ask, but can you and
Megatron handle that transport?

- And make sure those 'Cons
never scare my kids again?

Oh, yeah.

- Wonderful.
I'll send you the location pin.

And you have my word.

I'll watch over
your loved ones.

- Everyone, Mom has some
official ranger work to do.

So you're with Optimus today.
Be good.

- Mr. Optimus, we're ready
to help however we can.

- So who's driving?

[electronic rock music]

[engine revs]

♪ ♪

Best mission ever!

♪ ♪

- Special Agent Schloder.

Looks like your
Decepticon hotline works.

- So why are we here?

- Easy, bad boy.
You're on a need-to-know basis.

- [screams]

- [clears throat]
And all you need to know

is I know you need to move

these Decepticons
into that truck.

Capisce?
- [grunts]

- [grunts]
Let us go!

- I do not wish to see our kind
rust away in cells,

but your freedom
puts my cause at risk.

♪ ♪

March.

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- Agent Schloder!

It's an ambush!

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[arachnamech screeches]

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- Flee, Dorothy!

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- Stand down, arachnamechs.

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This is a veteran
worthy of respect.

- [grunts]
Mandroid,

I should've known a cockroach
like you would return.

- Strong words from a fool who
walked straight into my trap.

Pity you aren't the Prime,
but I'll still enjoy taking

that fusion cannon
off your hands--

literally, of course.

- [grunts]

- You ordered today's att*ck?

- [laughs]

Unfortunately,
it was a necessary--

- My family was
at that ceremony,

and I haven't forgotten

that you abducted
my Terran babies either!

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- And for that,
I owe you an apology.

Please join me in my office.

- Where Megatron goes, I go.

[dramatic music]

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- Hey, I remember this rock.

I skinned my elbow on it.

Hope you enjoyed your time

with Mo and Robby
Adventures Incorporated.

- 'Cause we've reached
our destination.

- What if there's more Terrans
like us waiting inside?

- Thrash Jr.
has a nice ring to it.

- Stay together!
Just wait for me.

- Uh, we're not gonna fit,
are we?

- Not even going to try.

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[arachnamech screeches]

- Partner to Megatron,
guardian of the Terrans,

Optimus Prime
clearly trusts you.

- That doesn't sound
like an apology,

which explains
the bachelor vibes

you got going on here.

- Let me begin again.

Conversation was difficult
after my time in the w*r.

- You served too?

- My contribution
was scientific.

I was drafted by GHOST to toil
in their robotics laboratory.

After a year of laboring
on projects I detested,

Decepticons att*cked
San Francisco.

- Yeah, I remember.
I led an infantry platoon

at the Battle of the Bay.

- Then perhaps you recall

the Autobots' friendly fire
destroying buildings.

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My arachnamechs
dragged me to safety,

saving me
the only way they knew how.

[arachnamechs screech]

I came away with...

souvenirs.

- Me too.

I judge a person
by their actions,

not their prosthetics.

- So wise.

Indeed, my encounter
revealed my true calling:

to become humanity's guardian,

the hero this planet needs.

With my enhanced form,

I shall rid Earth
of all violent beings,

starting with
all Cybertronians.

Lights.

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- Dorothy,
If this madman harmed you,

I will introduce him to new--

[grunting]

[arachnamechs screech]

- Megatron, relax.

This will only hurt
as much as I want it to.

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[dramatic music]

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- We can help each other.

You summon Optimus Prime,
requesting his immediate

surrender to me, and I--

Malto?

[suspenseful action music]

- [grunts]

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- [laughs]

Did the fisherman
lose his catch?

[chuckles]
- Silence!

Or I'll dismantle
the ranger for sport.

After all, I don't need her.

[dramatic electronic music]

Skywarp, Nova Storm.

both: At your service,
Dr. Meridian.

- Take to the skies.
Locate Optimus Prime

and deliver Ranger Malto's
badge as proof of her capture.

Return with the Autobot leader.

He should come willingly
in exchange for his human ally,

who happens to be
a mother of Terrans.

Tell Prime to bring
the young ones.

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

- Is this it?

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- That's the glowy rock.

It lit up when me
and Mo touched it.

- And gave us our sleeves.

Then, Twitch and Thrash
came out of that water.

- Is this what made us?

- Then let's make it
make more usses.

- Go ahead, kids.

You got the touch.

[dramatic music]

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- Hm?
- Uh?

[camera shutter clicking]

Mm, huh.

- Well.

- I don't get it.
It worked last time.

- Okay, we still have nine
combinations for interacting

with the Emberstone in pairs--
four as individuals.

Let's--
- I don't know, Twitch.

I think it's telling us

we really are the only Terrans
in the universe.

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- When in doubt, ask a Prime.

- Why are we still
working for Mandroid?

- We either
find Autobots for him

or Autobots find us for GHOST.

- Is it too late
to be Autobots?

- Quiet!
I'm picking up a signal.

[radio static]

- So, Bumblebee,

you are doing well
with the Terrans?

- Great.
Yeah, we're doing great.

Why, did you hear something?

- Mr. Optimus, we found it.

- We found them.

- The Emberstone.

- You mean the gift
of Quintus Prime?

- Who's that, Dad?
- He's one of the original

who helped create
Cybertronian culture.

History says he created life
on worlds across the universe,

using an artifact
called the Emberstone.

- This proves
my suspicions true.

I cannot say how the Emberstone
came to be in Witwicky,

but Terrans, you are, indeed,

the first in a natural
evolution of our species,

a welcome symbol of--

huh?

[tense music]

Ranger Malto?

- Dottie?

♪ ♪

- Mandroid sends his regards.
He requests Optimus,

but we extend his summons
to the infamous Terrans.

- And Zom-blebee,
who's back from the dead

with a midlife crisis
alt mode.

- Come willingly, and Megatron
and the ranger may survive

in one piece.

- Bring me to Dottie--

now.

- [chuckles]

♪ ♪

- Evolution of hope.

- Did you hear--
- Just like last time.

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- Get to the cave, now!

- We haven't
formally introduced--

- Take shelter,
and guard the Emberstone.

♪ ♪

- Ugh,
keep the stupid mood rock.

- It's you
we're here to collect.

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[arachnamechs screech]

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- Whoa, whoa!

- Whoa.
- Whoa.

♪ ♪

[both scream]

[arachnamechs screeching]

- You protect the Emberstone.
- And we'll protect you.

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- [grunts]

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- Help, Quintus, please.

Mom needs us.

- I feel your call.

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- Uh, kids?

- It's okay, Dad.
The same thing happened when...

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[crash]

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- [screams]

- [grunting]

- Stand down.
This is over.

♪ ♪

- Maybe for your friend.

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- No, no, no, no!

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