Transformers: Age of Extinction Page #6

that comes from these two heads.

Their history, their science, everything.

- Is that Megatron?

- Precisely.

Where did you get all this?

Special government contract.

Now we know everything

about Transformers.

And now at long last

we can build them ourselves.

And we can build them better.

Yeah, that's good, Bee. That'll get us in.

A couple times a day,

these guys are moving

in vehicle shipments into KSI

for something called "scanning."

Major security all over.

So our best shot at getting in

is a back classified research entrance.

I'm gonna drive in with Bee

tomorrow morning.

Excuse me.

There's no smooching

in front of me, okay?

You're so square.

Who even says "smooching"?

I tell you, no respect.

It's just impossible sometimes.

Yeah. I went through that

with Bumblebee.

Calm down. Calm down.

You know, at a time like this,

the idea is to keep cool, not look cool,

so why don't you lose the glasses?

About a month ago,

middle of the night,

I thought I heard noises in my house.

Was that you?

What? Come on. No way.

Don't lie to me, kid.

You see that guy with the gun out there?

There's so many guys with guns.

Let's get out of the car and tell him

we're about to break in

and it's your idea,

'cause I don't care.

I'm old, I've already lived long enough.

You have a really bad habit

of having these conversations

at the wrong time, man.

You want to come clean

or you want me to make a mess?

Sir, can I talk to you

for a second, please?

It was me, it was me,

it was me, it was me.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Taking it in for scanning?

All right. You're good to go.

I'm literally gonna kill you.

Scanning in bay three.

We took old, alien technology

and made it better in every way.

Introducing Stinger.

KSI. We make the world.

That is a bad-ass robot.

He kind of looks like you, Bee.

Here is the past. And now the future.

They're trying to build

their own versions.

Well, at least they're picking cooler cars

than this.

You talk to me like that?

Bee, stop!

You see what happens

from being a wiseass?

Now get out of here.

Stinger, inspired by Bumblebee,

but better in every way.

Son of a...

No, no! You gotta calm down.

- He's crazy!

- Stop!

Bumblebee! Bee, stop going psycho!

OUR FACTORY DOES NOT HAVE ENOUGH

TRANSFORMIUM FOR PRODUCTION...

BECAUSE YOU DON'T KEEP

YOUR PROMISE TO SUPPLY IT.

My delicate flower, I can't

understand you when you're angry.

Actually, I don't really understand you

at all.

Our entire factory

is up and running...

Excuse me one second. Hey!

Hey, you two! Grease monkeys.

What the hell is going on here?

What's with this vintage crap?

We're not scanning collector car junk.

What do you think it is

that we make here?

We make poetry. We're poets.

All right? You work for me,

you get one mistake. One. Understood?

- It won't happen again.

- It certainly won't.

So let's get this pathetic thing

out of here.

And you, too.

So sorry. So sorry.

Let's move on.

Watch him.

I'm going to see what I can find.

Quietly get out of here.

I swear. I swear.

I can't bear it when you're angry.

You know how it upsets me.

Bee, you gotta calm down right now.

I'm perfectly calm, dude.

You gotta breathe,

or just do whatever it is that you do.

I'm calm. I'm calm.

I'm not even touching it.

Okay, I'm barely touching it.

I'm barely touching it.

My God.

Turn back into a car right now!

Get out of my face, all right?

Our design team

started with the Bumblebee.

But really,

this alien's design was decrepit

and, let's face it, antique.

What the...

- Don't take it personally, Bee.

- Kind of old and ratty.

You mean ugly.

- Hell, no!

- No! No!

You think you're better than me!

Yee-hah!

What did you touch?

I told you, homeboy

Can't touch this

My office in 15 minutes.

This is

dissection room seven.

Galvatron,

render postmortem number 12.

Continued head disfigurement

at event number 32.

So what about the deal? Is it done?

Did you get the Seed?

We get it

when the bounty hunter gets Prime.

Meanwhile,

there has been a complication.

A what?

No, no.

At KSI, we don't use words like that.

A civilian harboring the Autobots has

hacked into one of your mini-drones.

Meaning, they may know

of your involvement.

What?

That was a little bit intense.

I need more Transformium, and

I need it now, to build more prototypes.

You tell your alien bounty hunter

that I have staked my company

on this deal.

And I have merely staked my life.

Hey, you came to me on this,

remember?

You retire from the CIA,

you get a seven-figure piece

of my company, and you and I

revolutionize national defense together.

But, Attinger, buddy, for both our sakes,

you need to deliver

the Seed.

I'm in. Can you see my camera?

They're melting Ratchet.

They slaughtered Ratchet!

I'm gonna tear them apart!

Metal.

Just metal.

That's what I always thought of them.

Well, they're not.

They're living things,

with souls like ours.

Once, I spoke to one.

And you're working with Transformium?

Yeah, that's what I do. I am.

I'm out there digging for it.

There's just not much left to find.

So that's how badly

you boys need more?

Reduced to melting

evil old Decepticons down.

No. That's an Autobot there.

The ones who fought for us.

- I've got this taken care of from here.

- Right.

Same badge code scanned

at two separate gates.

I'm having the classified area

locked down now.

Check that guy.

Hey!

Stop right there!

Stop!

Freeze!

Up against the wall.

All right.

Corporate espionage.

That's a very serious crime, Mr. Yeager.

Wow.

Look, I want a lawyer.

The Justice Department.

Somebody I can trust.

I'm just trying to protect my family,

okay?

Not from your company,

from the government.

Mr. Yeager,

who do you think I work for?

You're trying to protect your family,

that's admirable.

I'm trying to defend the nation

from alien war.

We've had a taste

of what that looks like,

and we are not gonna tolerate another.

Now...

There is a version of this conversation

where you get to go back to your barn,

your daughter

gets to graduate with honors,

and life as you know it will go on.

You have no idea

what you're involved with here.

Really?

What's the other version

of this conversation?

The one when you send in

the hired help to murder my little girl?

Or you gonna man up

and do it yourself?

What's your preference?

I'm going to ask you this once.

Where is Optimus Prime?

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

We're moving. Basement.

They're here.

Get out! All of you!

Science fair's over, meatbags!

- Destroy the lab!

- Move, move, move, move!

Look out! Look out!

Destroy it all!

- Danger! Security breach!

- Danger...

Guys! It's me!

Break me out of this Frankenstein box!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Stop!

That's company property!

They're not your property!

They were my friends.

You ain't talking so much now!

You got Hound in front of you?

Go ahead.

Show us your true colors,

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