Original subtitles

( DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING )

( ENGINES ROARING )

Hm!

( TAIL CLANGS )

( ENGINE HUMMING )

Bumblebee to Bulkhead.

Sorry to cut your workout drive short, but are you near Crown Peak?

Yeah, what's up?

BUMBLEBEE: We're after a perp headed your way.

His name's Steeljaw.

Wants to make Earth a Decepticon homeworld.

We've had a few fender benders with him.

Be careful. He's nasty and tricky.

I don't like him already.

On my way.

( DRAMATIC THEME CONTINUES )

( TIRES SCREECHING )

( ENGINES HUMMING )

( SIREN WAILING )

Transform! Avoid collision!

( SIREN CONTINUES WAILING )

Autobots? Hey, hello.

Wish we could chat, but we're after a fugitive.

So are we, Lieutenant Bumblebee.

( COMPUTER BEEPS ) Cybertron Police.

( METALLIC CLICK, HUMMING ) Huh?

( SUSPENSEFUL THEME PLAYING )

You're under arrest.

( GASPS )

? Transformers ?

? Robots in disguise ?

? Robots in disguise ?

( ROARS ) ? Robots in disguise ?

? Robots in disguise ?

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If this is some kind of joke...

Uncuff him, sludge-buckets, or...!

( WEAPONS POWERING UP ) Lower your weapon, hot rod.

Officers, I'm a Cybertronian law enforcer too.

This has to be a misunderstanding.

One that better be resolved so we can get back after a real criminal.

This is no misunderstanding.

The charges are unauthorized use of a SpaceBridge

and destruction of Cybertronian public property

during a reckless pursuit.

( RUMBLING )

The Optimus statue in Kaon Plaza?

Listen, Deputy Doofuses,

Optimus is our buddy,

and he couldn't care less about that statue.

Bumblebee was chasing me, see,

and now... Hey! ( METALLIC CLICK )

Ugh... We have a holo warrant for you too, Sideswipe.

( COMPUTER BEEPS )

Vandalism, reckless driving and... numerous other violations.

( FOOT STOMPS APPROACHING )

( WEAPONS POWER UP )

Don't shoot! He's with us!

Hi! You catch Steeljaw already?

Who are the new guys? Hey, I'm Grimlock.

And you are?

- Arresting you. Prison break. - What?

Oh, no, no, no, no, you don't understand.

I didn't break the prison.

When it broke, I just... escaped on my own.

Wait, that doesn't sound better.

( ENGINE ROARING FAINTLY )

Ugh! Look!

that's a dangerous Decepticon down there,

and we don't know his plan.

Contact your superior officer and tell...

BOT: And do what, leadhead?

( DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING )

( HEAVY THUDDING )

I'm the high muckity-muck here...

and you're pinched.

Detective Dropforge! It's me, Cadet Strongarm.

Oh, am I glad to lay optics on you, sir.

Wish I could say the same, Scoot.

It breaks my fan belt to see my best student

turned into just another mug.

First Regs, now Scoot?

How many nicknames do you have?

Eleven. Scoot's just something he called me back at the Academy.

Sir, if you'd just listen...

( CLICKS )

DROPFORGE: Save it for the judge, Scoot.

Aiding and abetting criminals.

You're taking the off-ramp to the big impound with 'em, kiddo.

I really thought you had it in you to be one of the best. I guess I was wrong.

Sir, you can't mean that.

Get any bean-shooters he has on him.

I'll relieve the lady of her weapons as well.

Okay, that's enough of this.

Aah! ( CLANGS )

( WEAPON POWERS UP )

( WEAPONS COCK )

( DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING )

Let 'em go, boys.

We don't wanna mess with perps waving Decepticon Hunters around.

Come on, Strongarm. We can still catch up to Steeljaw if we get rolling.

- Sir, let me stay. - Why?

( GASPS )

Are you guilty?

Technically, we all are, Grimlock.

But Bee had good reasons for what he did,

and we've saved this planet a couple times since then.

And I'll explain all of that to the detective.

I know he'll listen to me.

Sir, you have to go after Steeljaw.

All right. Check in when you can.

Let's rev up and roll out.

( DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING )

( ENGINES ROARING )

Okay, sir, now we can...

( MUFFLED SPEECH )

I'm savin' you from yourself, Scoot.

You don't wanna talk until you get a legal mouthpiece.

Get her back to the ship.

( MUFFLED SPEECH )

( ENGINES ROAR )

( MUFFLED GRUNT )

( SUSPENSEFUL THEME PLAYING )

( ENGINE ROARING )

Howdy, 'Con!

We can do this the easy way or the hard way.

Please choose the hard way.

Hmm... Tough choice.

- Aaarggh! - Ugh!

( GROANS THEN SCREAMS )

Oof!

( TIRES SQUEAL )

Huh. Gotta work on my vertical.

( RADIO BEEPS ) Bulkhead to Bee.

BUMBLEBEE: Did you get him?

Nah, hit a little snag.

BUMBLEBEE: Yeah, us too.

But I'm in pursuit now. Going south on Route 3.

Route 3? Scrud!

He's heading for the natural gas refinery.

BULKHEAD: Any clue what he might be up to?

Not sure, but the refinery's connected to mains that run under all of Crown City.

Stay with him, Bulk. Out.

What was with that pint-sized police-bot back there, anyway?

I don't know, but fall back and let Grimlock know to watch behind us.

Dropforge let us go too easily.

( TIRES SCREECHING )

( ENGINE ROARS )

( MYSTERIOUS THEME PLAYING )

Ow!

- STRONGARM: Fixit? - Oh, Strongarm!

Dropforge said I was an Adonis...

Obnoxious... ( CLANGS )

Accomplice!

( COMPUTER BEEPING )

Everything's going to be okay.

What else did he say to you?

That you were fugitives,

and he read me the list of your crimes.

You wouldn't think a police officer

as experienced as Dropforge

would pursue such minor offenses.

No, and if he was ordered to arrest a friend,

he'd be suspicious of whoever gave him those orders.

Something's very wrong here.

( ENGINES ROARING )

Bumblebee to Sideswipe, have you located Grimlock yet?

( DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING )

( ROCKS PATTERING )

( BOTH GRUNTING )

( PUNCHING, GRUNTING )

Sideswipe, come in!

( SIDESWIPE & GRIMLOCK GRUNTING )

Sideswipe!

( TIRES SCREECHING, ENGINE REVVING )

( COMPUTER BEEPS ) ( STEELJAW SIGHS )

( STEELJAW GROWLS )

( BEEPS )

( CHUCKLES )

Bee, it's Bulkhead.

Sounded like Steeljaw used a subsonic tone to activate the refinery's gate.

Yeah, subsonics are his specialty.

We'll be there soon. Try to follow him in

and take him out before he does whatever he has planned.

Oh, I can do that. Out.

( CRACKLING ) ( SCREAMS )

( GROANS )

Wow, Steeljaw. You wasted no time fortifying the refinery's security, huh?

So. On to plan B.

( TIRES SQUEAL )

( TIRES SCREECH )

Aw, scrap.

( AUTOBOTS MOANING )

There isn't time for this.

Free my team right now, Dropforge, and we'll pretend this never happened.

All right, I'm tired of this.

For you, I'm making an exception to my

"no fighting perps with Decepticon Hunters" rule.

Okay, look... I don't want to hurt you.

( GRUNTS )

Ow!

Oof!

( GRUNTS )

( GROANS )

You don't wanna underestimate me either, leadhead.

That's a good tip.

( GROANS )

Sweet Solus Prime.

( COMPUTER BEEPING )

( GRUNTS )

You could've told me about Dropforge's nightstick.

I didn't think you'd provoke him into using it.

SIDESWIPE: Hey, Teacher's Pet, talk to him.

Sir, I'd never be a criminal, no matter what the High Council says.

I thought maybe I'd pass on my badge and heater to you someday.

But when the High Council said to put you in irons,

I didn't ask questions.

That's how I know they've done something to you.

Of course you'd ask questions. Can't you see that?

The High Council knows what's best.

You're as crooked as a bent windshield wiper.

That's your voice, sir, but it's not your spark talking.

( LOUD KNOCK ) ( GASPS )

( LOUD KNOCK )

- Think it's locals, sir? - Let's find out.

( NIGHTSTICK CRACKLES )

( KNOCKING CONTINUES )

Alone at last.

Denny? Russell? What are you...?

We saw the spaceship land, and Bots with blasters looking for you.

We laid low to see what was up, then waited to make our move.

GRIMLOCK: Is that your move?

All Russell's idea. He clearly has his old man's smarts.

( KNOCKING CONTINUES )

Deactivate that thing.

Or arrest it. Whichever.

( WIRE CREAKS )

( ALL GRUNTING ) ( THUDDING )

Some days, I wish... Unh! I'd never gotten out of... Unh!

shutdown mode in the morning.

Um, try sequence 1-5-6, 5-4-4.

That code might deactivate the bars.

( COMPUTER BEEPING )

Try Dropforge's birthday.

Right. Robots. Forged, not born.

Those pitching machines won't delay them forever.

And by now, Steeljaw is probably right where we don't want him to be.

( SUSPENSEFUL THEME PLAYING )

( BEEPS ) ( BEEPING )

( GASPS ) ( BEEPING )

(SIGHS )

Well, hello again.

STEELJAW: Lovely how this refinery has security inside the main pipes

so they can monitor maintenance workers, isn't it?

You must be a friend of Lieutenant Bumblebee.

Yeah, why don't you stay there a minute, and we can shake hands, bot to bot.

You know, I have a better idea.

You can help me.

I just attached a Frequency Pulsator to this refinery's systems manager.

It lets me operate the refinery's controls remotely.

And it'll block outside attempts at overriding my signal.

( BEEPS )

Neat. Where do I fit in?

STEELJAW: Heh! You can tell me whether or not

I just quintupled the gas pressure in the pipe you're standing in.

( CRACKLING )

Oh, scrap.

( GROANS )

( COMPUTER BEEPS )

That's the code!

Dropforge's badge number!

Excellent suggestion, Strongarm.

Dropforge built his life around the police department...

and justice.

What are you looking for?

Old holograms of you at graduation?

No, the ship's medical kit.

Leave it, Strongarm. We need to get out of here, before...

DROPFORGE: Too late, leadheads.

But right on time for the law.

( DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING )

Don't. Our weapons are calibrated to take down even Dinobots.

STRONGARM: We give up!

( IN UNISON ) Huh?

We do?

We'd rather surrender than fight other Autobots.

She's right. We won't resist.

But...!

( SIGHS HEAVILY )

Nice to see you can still make a good decision, Scoot.

I'm making one right now, sir.

Huh?

( CRIES, MOANS )

( ROARS, GRUNTS )

( BOTH GRUNT, MOAN )

Am I goin' back to prison for this?

( GROANS ) ( BEEPING ON COMPUTER)

I'm sure that wasn't easy.

He taught me that attack.

- It had to be done, Lieutenant. - What are you doing?

A quick scan of his central processor.

I need to know if my suspicions are right.

Collating data now.

We can't stay for the results.

We need to get to the refinery.

Bumblebee to Bulkhead, status.

( GROANING )

( FIRE CRACKLING )

Ugh.

Still here, Bee.

Steeljaw has control of the refinery.

He saw me in one of the primary feeder lines

and blew me halfway back to Cybertron.

I just punched myself out of the pipe about a mile away.

BUMBLEBEE: Send us your coordinates. We'll meet you. Out.

( SCANNER BEEPING )

( DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING )

Denny, Russell, get down to the caves until you hear from us.

Fixit, we might need your help regaining control

of the refinery's tech from Steeljaw.

You're with us.

Strongarm.

( BEEPING CONTINUES ) Coming, Lieutenant.

My palace will sit over there...

BUMBLEBEE: And it'll be empty, Steeljaw.

Because you'll be in stasis.

How did you manage to get here without the security systems?

We know a little about commandeering things that don't belong to us too.

( SUSPENSEFUL THEME PLAYING )

What? No henchbots?

Oh, I'm looking for new recruits.

And I think I've just found them.

A gas refinery is just a gigantic bomb.

I have detonators in all the main feeder pipes to the city.

One quick signal sent to that pulsator,

and there's a nice, clean, city-sized crater

just waiting for me to build the first outpost of my Decepticon realm.

So why don't you do it, already?

Because I'd reconsider... if you pledge loyalty to me.

You know that'll never happen.

I suppose I do. Still, it was worth a shot.

Bombs away. ( GUNSHOT )

Aah!

DROPFORGE: I don't know what's going on here...

but no one moves until it's explained to me nice and slow.

You guys? Again?

I know how to roll with a nerve-chop attack

when I see it coming. And I'd be a lousy cop

if I couldn't bust out of my own slammer.

Detective, you need to arrest

- this 'Con... - You need to hear my side of the...

Quiet! Or I'll ventilate both of you wise-bots right now!

( SCANNER BEEPING )

I knew it! DROPFORGE: Drop it, Scoot!

I don't wanna plug ya, but I will.

It's a medical scanner, sir. It reads an outside signal

interfering with your central processor.

You're being mind-controlled.

And it says the signal is coming from Cybertron.

I am willing to bet your deputies are being controlled as well.

( EJECTOR WHIRS )

Nice try.

But the High Council knows what's best.

STEELJAW ( CHUCKLES ): This is all

very amusing...

( WAVES REVERBERATING )

( ALL GROANING )

but I have demolition to finish,

and construction to begin.

( CLICKING )

( DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING )

( GROANS )

Damaged when it fell.

( GROWLS )

( GROANING )

No.

Won't let you... Steeljaw!

Ugh!

( DROPFORGE GROANS )

Ugh!

( GRUNTING )

Aaarggh!

Ugh!

( FIELD POWERS DOWN ) No more delays!

( DROPFORGE GRUNTING )

Oof!

You're the one Bruno here I know is a no-good hood.

( STEELJAW GROANS )

( ALL GROANING )

Ugh. Even I am no match for nine Autobots.

It seems we're destined to meet again, Bumblebee.

One way or the other, it will be the last time.

( GRUNTS )

After him. Before he...

( ENGINE REVVING )

Scrud.

( GROANS )

And none of us are in any condition...

( GROANS )

to transform and chase him.

That's okay. We still have a...

( EXHALES SHARPLY )

few things to work out here.

Ugh! ( ELECTRONIC TONE SOUNDS )

( GASPS, GROANS )

( GROANS )

( LOUD CRASHES )

( GASPS)

SIDESWIPE: Dude...

what did you do?

Reset Steeljaw's Pulsator.

Now it's blocking those signals

from Cybertron to their processors.

Dropforge and his men are rebooting.

So they'll be on our side now?

We're about to find out.

( BOTH GRUNT )

Ugh!

Ugh. A-plus, Scoot.

( SCANNER BEEPING )

Your processors' frequencies have been altered.

The signal from Cybertron can't affect you anymore.

You're a good gee, Fixit.

Glad I got to see you again, sir.

Even under the... circumstances.

We got our noodles screwed back on straight,

thanks to you, Scoot.

Now we gotta go back and find out who messed with 'em, and why.

You'll solve the case. Like always.

We'll play it like we're still glass-eyed from the mickey they slipped us

and we'll snoop around.

We'll let you know what we dig up.

We'd appreciate it.

You're an ace shamus, Scoot.

I had a good teacher.

( DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING )

Be seein' ya, coppers.

And keep your peepers on this one.

He's got a shifty mug.

- I do? - Yup.

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