01x09 - Convoy

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Fowler: Prime!

Prime!

Special agent Fowler?
To what do we owe --

What else?
'Cons!

I chased them off
with some hard ordnance,

but not before they blew me
out of the sky.

Again?

They tried a smash-and-grab
for the DNGS.

The...What's it?

Dynamic nuclear
generation system,

AKA, DNGS.

It's a prototype energy source

I'm porting to the coast
for testing.

That's absurd.

Why would Starscream bother
with such primitive technology?

I'm guessing to make

a big fat primitive w*apon
of mass destruction.

If this baby were to melt down,

it would irradiate this state
and the four next door.

Uh...
Did agent Fowler say

what state he was currently in?

I'm a sitting duck here, prime.

I need you to spin up your
bridge and send the DNGS

to its destination before
the 'cons come back for it.

I'm afraid that sending
such a volatile device

through a ground bridge
is out of the question.

If there were to be an accident
during its transmission,

the radiation
of which you speak

could propagate through
the ground bridge vortex

and harm all 50 states...
And beyond.

You got any better ideas?

Optimus: Ah!
No need, agent Fowler.

I will handle the driving.

It's gonna be a long trip.

[ Engines turn over ]

Autobots, roll out!

[ Engines rev, tires screech ]

[ Beeping ]

Ratchet: We are locked on
to your coordinates, Optimus.

Barring any complications,

you should reach
the dropoff point by sundown.

[ Horn blaring ]

Move it, Gramps!

Optimus: Agent Fowler,
is that really necessary?

Ah, don't tell me you're
one of them textbook drivers.

Hmph.

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

Man: They're transporting
in an unarmed civilian truck.

Send in the ground units.

You know, you're saving
my bacon here, prime.

Optimus:
I am proud to be of service.

'Course, not like
I'd need your help

if you and the 'cons
had stuck to tearing up

your own corner of the galaxy.

Are you suggesting that no evil
existed on your world

before we arrived?

Of...
Well, it was a...

Different evil.

How about some radio?

You seem like
a Nashville-sound kind of guy.

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

That's the one!
The 'con who sh*t me down!

Who is he?
Wingnut? Dingbat? Skyguy?

Ratchet:
Watch your rearviews.

[ Engines revving ]

Feeling a little constricted

without the use of my fists
here, boss.

Remain in vehicular mode
unless absolutely necessary.

A whole team of 'cons.

What?
I'm not picking up anything.

They must be utilizing
a cloaking technology.

Pull over!

Well, I'll be dipped!

Optimus: Our assailants are not
Decepticons -- They are human.

Human?! Human?!

Oh, please.
Taking on our bots?

They're roadkill!

Gentlemen...
Stop their engines.

Aaah!

Who are these guys?

Autobots, maintain your cover

and apply minimal force.

Disarmament only.

[ Beeping ]

Those are not civilian drivers.

[ Gasps ]

Could use some air.

[ Sighs ]

[ Click ]

Prime!
Bear right!

[ Grunts ]

[ Grunting ]

You're gonna tell me
everything I want to kno-

man: I do hope you take
better care of the DNGS

than you do your captives.

Special agent William Fowler
here.

Identify yourself!

I am Silas.

But of greater consequence
to you, we are mech.

Fair warning --

We will be helping ourselves
to your device,

even if it means
inflicting casualties.

Is that so?

Tell me, Si,

what's the market price
for a DNGS these days?

What makes you think we intend
to sell it, agent Fowler?

There's a w*r brewing

between the new world order
and the newest.

The victor will be

the side armed with
the most innovative technology.

Fowler: So, Si...

You think mech has
all the most radical tech?

[ Engine revving ]

Definitely not
civilian drivers.

Later, Si.

Optimus: Agent Fowler, do not
take your "Silas" lightly.

Megatron preached
the very same ideology

before plunging Cybertron

into the great w*r
that destroyed our world.

Ratchet: Optimus,

prepare to initiate phase 2.

Five miles ahead, to the South,

you will reach
the rendezvous point.

Five miles ahead, to the South,

you will reach
the rendezvous point.

So, the autobots are outside
the confines of their base...

And sound otherwise engaged.

Which means they
will never see us coming.

Find them...
And scrap them!

Eradicons:
Yes, lord Starscream.

[ Chuckling evilly ]

There's our destination point.

Optimus: Autobots,
keep a tight formation.

[ Clanking ]

Tactical error --
Only one way out.

Air support?
Ours or theirs?

Optimus, you have company!

m*llitary fired
on one of their own?

Aah!

[ Creaking ]

Sir, the DNGS!

Sir, I'm not reading
any radiation.

The DNGS
didn't melt down.

No...lt did not.

Optimus: Agent Fowler,

I'm afraid that
if you and we are to survive,

it has become absolutely
necessary to drop our cover.

[ Coughs, gags ]

So, the rumors are true.

Living technology
stands before us --

Though perhaps
not for very long.

Remain here.

Will do.

After a long road trip,

it feels good to get out
of the car, stretch my legs...

And kick some tailpipe!

Sir, if the DNGS
wasn't in the truck...

Yes, that.

Special agent Fowler,

you lead a charmed life,
walking among titans.

Come on down.
I'll introduce you.

In good time.

But at the moment,
I'm too busy wondering

how the DNGS might
have vanished into thin air

without a trace.

[ Clanking ]

Now if you'll excuse me...

I have a train to catch.

[ Click ]

Prime!

Silas got wise to phase 2!

I understand.

[ Groans ]

Prime, do you read me?

Prime?!

[ Groaning ]

Optimus is down!

Mech's gonna grab the DNGS.

We need to think
of something, quick.

You mean like a phase 3?

Okay.
Come on, think.

All right,
if mech wants the DNGS,

they have to get on that train.

What if we get on board first?

You know, run some
human-on-human interference?

Absolutely not!

Yeah, that would be su1c1de.

Hello, the United States
of meltdown!

Lives are at stake!

Yes -- Yours!

You want me to not only bridge
you into a confined space,

but one traveling
at 90 miles per hour?

I can't even count the number
of ways that can go wrong.

Mass-displacement trauma,
twisted limbs, metal burn...

Well, maybe not the last one.

Regardless,
it is nearly impossible

to fix
ground-bridge coordinates

on something moving
at that speed.

Would it help

if we had access
to the train's coordinates?

Well...

Immobilize them.

[ Electricity crackling ]

Ohh! Aah!

[ Both groan ]

We're in.

Raf:
I read you, Jack.

The cellphone-comlink patch
works.

Raf, mech's landing
on top of the train.

In about 20 seconds,
you're gonna come to a fork.

Brace yourself.

What happened?

Hacker.

Former hacker.

What?

Whoa!

And what have I been saying
all along

about earth technology?

Huh? So, what'd that buy us?
10 seconds?

Raf is losing his touch.

[ Grumbles ]

You want a slice of this?
Well, do ya?!

What she said.

Sir...

Retreat.

Whoa.
You're pretty fierce.

First rule of combat --

Never leave the enemy
with the spoils.

[ g*n cocks ]

Whoa!

Ratchet, mech blew
the train tracks.

You need to bridge us out
of here -- The soldiers, too.

Ratchet: We've lost access
to the train data!

I can't bridge you back
without your coordinates!

Optimus, Jack and Miko
are on that train,

and mech has blown the tracks.

I'm on my way.

Maximum overdrive!

Maybe we should jump.

At 90 miles an hour?

It's the impact or the meltdown.
Take your pick.

[ Sighs ]

What were we thinking,
volunteering for this?

Next time, you need to do
a better job

of talking us out
of these situations.

Next time...

We can buy ourselves
another few seconds

if we're in the back
of the train, right?

Miko...

At least
we're in this together.

Raf, this is important!

Make sure
bulkhead gets my guitar.

Don't read the will just yet.

Where's Optimus?

He had a train to catch.

[ Metal screeching ]

[ Groaning ]

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

Well played, visitor.

But mech still
has home-field advantage,

and we will find a way
to level that playing field --

Even if we have to open you up
to see what makes you tick.

Optimus, are you
and the children...

Intact?

Intact, Ratchet.

Crisis averted.

But the world in which we live

is a different one
than previously imagined.

One which has spawned
its own Decepticons...

In human skin.