All language subtitles for Transformers Robots in Disguise s02e06 Brainpower.eng

( suspenseful theme playing )

( squeaking )

I'll provide a distraction,
you have the stasis cuffs ready.

Good to go,
sir.

You guys don't have a plan for
catching this 'Con yet, do you?

'Cause I...
( groans )

My bad.

Ah!

I'll try
to cut him off.

( grunts, groans )

Lieutenant!
Cadet down.

Strongarm! Strongarm!
Are you injured?

Just...my pride, sir.

Watch out for...

( grunting )

Bad news for you.

I was expecting that.
I'm ready for all your--

( gasps )

( laughing )

( roars )

( laughing )
( yelling )

( dramatic theme playing )

Let me guess.

You were on your way
to Grandma's house.

( engines revving )

( dramatic theme playing )

Ugh.

Still a little wobbly.

Sometimes the smallest 'Cons
cause the biggest problems.

Well, if I'd been invited
to the strategy session,

maybe I could
have prevented Torpor

from zapping
the two of you.

( sighing ):
I'm sorry, big guy.

We just didn't have time
to wait for you.

And it wasn't
a strategy session.

It was just...
planning an attack.

You two don't think
I'm smart enough

for strategy and planning
and strategy-ing.

We think
you're...

Very capable!

( tranquil theme playing )

( jingling )

MAN:
Handle with care, Russell.

That's your college fund
in there.

Uh...my college fund
is a box of old toasters?

Toasters made during
the aluminum shortage of '43.

In a few more years,
they'll be worth a bundle.

If...they're still in
mint condition.

( crashing )
( both gasping )

( giggling )

I can apply
to community college.

( crashing )

( sighs )

Maybe
clown college.

Why so grim...
Uh...Grim?

Strongarm and Bumblebee think
I'm some kind of...

not-smart bot.

They didn't actually say that,
did they?

No.
But they were thinking it.

Strongarm's always
talking about

stuff she learned
at the Police Academy.

Pfft. I bet if I went
to that school,

I'd do awesome too.
Awesome-er.

Getting into the Academy
is no walk in the dark--

Stark-- Park!

There's a very challenging
entrance exam.

I spied a copy of it in
the Alchemor's data cylinders.

You did?

Yes! Why?

Even if I can't go
to the Academy,

I can still prove that
I'm smart enough to get in.

Ah!

You're jiggling
my actuators!

Are you sure you want me
to off-load

the entrance exam
directly into your brain?

I'm sure. I'm sure!

Okay.

This won't hurt...
I think.

( dramatic theme playing )

Hee-hee-hee!
That tickles.

There.
All done.

You can start
the test whenever you--

Grimlock?

Question one.
Finish this sentence.

"The shortest distance
between two points is..."

Uh...

Hm.

( mellow theme playing )

Got it!

The shortest distance
between two points

is even shorter
when you're in V-mode.

Ba-boom!

( buzzing )
Huh?

I think the answer
you're looking for

is a straight line.

( beeping )
Aw.

Maybe I am
a not-smart bot.

Don't get down on yourself.

That was only
the first question.

Most candidates study for

the Academy Exam for months,
Grimlock.

I could download a study guide
directly into your memory.

You can try the test again after
you had time to review it.

Bring it on!
( gasps )

( dramatic theme playing )

One study guide
coming right--

BUMBLEBEE:
Russell! Fixit!

I could use you at
the stasis pods for a sec.

On our way,
Lieutenant.

We'll be right back,
Grim.

Aw,
but I'm ready now.

( beeping )

( dramatic theme playing )

Hee, hee! Huh?

( yelling )

Grimlock?
Are you okay?

( groaning )

I believe
my condition could

most accurately
be described as...optimal.

Accurately?
Optimal?

You don't sound
like yourself.

Well, it...seems
a bit ludicrous now,

but after the debacle
with Torpor earlier today,

I became convinced that
you and Cadet Strongarm

considered me
intellectually inferior.

Come on, Grim.
We would never say that.

Out loud.

Alas, I sought to prove
my mental acuity

with the aid of
the Alchemor's data cylinders.

The cylinder
is completely empty!

Grimlock must have loaded its
entire contents into his memory!

But...

But that cylinder contained
3.667 yottabytes of data!

That's several thousand
times

the sum total
of all human knowledge.

Whoa!

That has to make you
the smartest bot ever, Grim.

That's a lot of data
to take in.

Are you sure
you're feeling okay?

Definitively
positive.

However, according to
medical journals,

my neural pathways will soon
commence disintegration,

creating worsening
headaches,

temporary paralysis,

and eventually I'll become

a completely immobile hunk
of durabyllium.

No.
Grim!

What?
Oh, dear.

( crickets chirping )

We didn't mean to make you--
We would never--

Now, now.
I assure you,

I hold you both
blameless.

If anything, my own insecurities
led me to this predicament.

Something like this happened
to a friend of mine once.

We safely discharged the data
out of his brain into the sky.

Unless your friend
was a Dinobot,

the structures
of Autobot cortexes

are too different for
the same solution to succeed.

But the plan could serve
as a blueprint.

Fixit, can't you find
another way to drain

the data out of Grimlock
before it does any damage?

I suppose it might
be positron-- Postulate--

( siren wailing )

Decepticon
activity at the

Experimental Energy
Research Laboratory!

FIXIT:
Tapping into the facility's exterior security cameras.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( gasping )

Matching visuals
to prisoner database...

FIXIT:
The fugitive is Simacore,

a scientist and Deployer
incarcerated with two minicons,

Axiom and Theorem.

Simacore is as prone to fury
as he is to genius.

When his
previous experiment failed,

he took out his frustration on
his lab mates...Violently.

Strongarm and I will head
for the laboratory.

I didn't hear my name included
among your mission team.

I'm worried that field work
might make your condition worse.

I hesitate
to state the obvious,

but if
I remain behind,

your mission is 71 percent more
likely to meet with failure,

and 54 percent
more likely to meet

with humiliating failure.

( sighing )

There's no time to argue.
Let's rev up and roll out.

( dramatic theme playing )

( engines revving )

BUMBLEBEE:
This is the whole facility?

I suspect the bulk of
the structure sits underground.

Most particle accelerators
are circular tunnels

1.6 miles in diameter.

( groans )

Headache?

Very minor.
Fading already.

We're running out
of time.

I'll have this door open
in a cycle.

But there are 900,000
theoretical combinations,

but only six match the wear
patterns on this keypad.

( beeping )

( door creaking )

( beeping )
FIXIT: I believe we

may have found a way to return
Grimlock to normal.

We're headed
to you now.

We'll be here.
Bumblebee out.

What would a Decepticon
want in this place?

It is my hypothesis
that Simacore is after

the secondary control circuit,
which provides backup power

for the particle accelerator's
atom-smashing beam.

This circuit could conceivably
function as a spacedrive relay

in a Cybertronian
starship.

DECEPTICON:
How unusual to find such deductive skills

in a Dinobot.

Smart move to surrender,
Decepticon.

Hand over that circuit board
and come quietly.

Strongarm,
I don't think Simacore is--

Surrendering?
No.

But thank you
for moving closer.

( dramatic theme turns
suspenseful )

(all grunting )

Nice angle of attack,
Axiom.

I was following your lead,
Theorem.

Spread out!

( gasping )

( all grunting )
My apologies.

Grimlock!
Pick a Decepticon and punch.

( grunts )

( both grunting )

( grunting )

( grunts )

( weapon firing )

( grunts )

( both grunting )
Buffoon!

You are
no fighter.

I thought Dinobots were renowned
for their strength and ferocity.

That was my understanding
as well.

( both grunting )

I shall deal with you after
the real threats are dispatched.

The circuit board.

( grunting )

Stand...still!

( grunts )

( yelling )

( grunts )

( yells )

( grunts )

Quickly! That lumbering oaf
has my circuit board.

I've participated
in fisticuffs countless times.

Why couldn't I engage
that Decepticon?

Because my body position
was such that I had

fourteen potential
attack options,

and I didn't have time to assess
them all for viability.

( gasping )

The data transfer overwrote
my instinctive combat reflexes!

( groaning )

( dramatic theme playing )

Hm.

( door rattling )

( suspenseful theme playing )

Cut through those doors!

( grunts )

An imprecise
incision.

You would know.

( booming )

( equipment powering down )

( dramatic theme continues )

Hm.
Chance of success unlikely.

More likely. Huh?
( booming )

SIMACORE ( muffled yells ):
You will give me what I want, Dinobot!

( laughing )

SIMACORE ( muffled ):
For I'll have something you want.

I must hide
the circuit board

and assist Bumblebee
and Strongarm. But how?

Surprise attack?
Too predictable. Set a trap?

Too time-consuming.

Think...
Think, bot! Think!

No.
Stop contemplating.

Just pick a course of action
and move forward.

( PA system plays static )
( groaning )

SIMACORE ( over PA ):
Attention, Dinobot.

Please look out your
observation room's window.

SIMACORE:
I have begun the charging process

for the
particle accelerator.

( equipment powering up )

Give me that circuit board,
or when the beam is

fully powered, high-energy
electrons will smash

your friends into
sub-atomic particles.

COMPUTER ( over PA ):
Warning.

The particle accelerator cannon
will fire in 10 minutes.

Careful,
Professor Fumble-Digits.

Thank you,
Doctor Obvious.

SIMACORE ( over PA ):
Axiom, Theorem. I suggest you return to me,

unless you want
your molecules scattered

along with those of
the Autobots.

( groaning )

Huh? Huh?

( grunting )

( grunting )

I can't move.

Or transform.

We're stuck to
an activated electromagnet.

And that sound?

The particle accelerator?

Charging up
to fire...

at us.

Grimlock!

Get us off of this!

I can't hear you.

( knocking )

Who's there?
Russell.

With Fixit and my dad.
We think we have a cure for you.

( grunting )

( beeping )

Our comrades are
diabolically trapped

and minutes away
from dire consequences!

Best to...

implement your cure
quickly!

But we can't be sure--
Quickly!

( dramatic theme playing )

( yelling )

Grim?

Are you...
You?

Who else would I be?

But, uh...

how come I can't move?

I must have made
a miscalculation.

This is wearable--
Terabyte-- Terrible!

Hey.

Grim's not totally immobile.

And you're improving
rapidly.

You should have full range
of motion in a few minutes.

But we need to free
Bee and Strongarm now!

I don't think I'm in shape
for the rough stuff just yet.

Then you'll have to win
a battle of wits.

COMPUTER:
The particle accelerator cannon will fire in five minutes.

Come on,
Dinobot.

Your friends
or the circuit board.

Is is truly
that difficult a choice?

GRIMLOCK ( over PA ):
Simacore, if you want your prize,

you're gonna
have to work for it.

Come to
the observation room.

And bring your
superior intellect.

No more delays.

Hand over
the circuit board.

One more step, banana brain,
and I snap this in two.

What do you want,
you insipid oaf?

I want
to challenge you.

I want
to challenge you...

To a test
of intelligence!

If I win,
you release my friends

and we leave here
with the circuit board.

If you win--

I pummel you senseless

and pry the circuit board
from your lifeless fingers.

I was gonna say I'll just
hand it over, but okay.

You do realize I'm undefeated
in this kind of combat?

Then you shouldn't have any
problem answering this question.

Oh, no.

You challenged me.

The first question
is mine to ask.

Um...

If a Cybertronian unirail
leaves Kaon City

going east at 1000
mechanometers per orbital cycle,

and another unirail leaves
Nuon City going west at 63.6,

at what point
will they meet?

Uh...

Huh.

You call that
a tough question?

Ha, ha.

Ha. Uh...

We have to tell him
something.

Anything.

I'm working
on it.

( dramatic theme playing )

Maybe we should make this
multiple choice, heh, heh.

COMPUTER ( over PA ):
The particle accelerator cannon will fire in two minutes.

Uh...63.6,
carry the two--

Wait!
I've got it!

It's a trick question!

Underbite destroyed
Nuon City,

so it doesn't have
a unirail anymore! Ba-boom!

( mellow theme playing )

SIMACORE:
I...

I suppose technically
that's true.

( cheering )

SIMACORE:
Fine. Ask your question.

Your friends' time
grows short.

Oh,
I'm gonna ask it.

My question?
Ho, ho!

Which I will
now ask...

Uh, ha-ha-ha!

COMPUTER:
The particle accelerator cannon will fire in thirty seconds.

Fixit, give Grim
a question!

I'm no good
under pressure.

What's a question, heh?

( clears throat )

What's red and black
and blue?

What's red and--
Ha, ha!

I see. How very droll.

Once again,
you're insulting me, so I--

GRIMLOCK:
Cannonball!

( dramatic theme playing )

( grunting )

RUSSELL:
Yes!

Great time to get
your groove back, big guy!

( alarm beeping )

COMPUTER:
Ten.

Nine.

How do we get in there?

It doesn't matter.
There isn't enough time.

There is if we take the shortest
distance between two points.

( roars )

COMPUTER:
Two. One.

( alarm wails )

So...

can I be in the strategy
meetings from now on?

( sighs )

Simacore
and his buddies

are snug as bugs
in their stasis pods.

You were amazing today,
Grim.

Taking down
the Decepticon like that

with all the other stuff
you were dealing with.

It wasn't so hard,

with my natural combination
of brain and brawn.

Speakin' of which, Fixit, do you
still have that study guide?

I devised a way to safely
off-load the guide

onto this tablet,
then specifically configured

the tablet for you.

GRIMLOCK:
Thanks.

I'm gonna take my time
going through it,

and then I'm gonna
ace that test!

Um...

Do you have a version
with pictures?

( dramatic theme playing )

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