Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen Page #6

- Shut up.

It could be anywhere.

Then we will force them

to find him for us.

It's time for the world

to know of our presence.

No more disguises,

no mercy!

Time has come

for my master's arrival.

Decepticons, mobilise.

It is time.

Oh, that single's good!

Speaking French

is so exciting.

Oh God,

who is this?

Hello-- I mean,

uh, bon--bonswa (good afternoon)!

What?

Who is this?

Oh, for Pete's sakes.

I'm not impressed

with your perverted mouth breathing.

New York City

Oh, jeez.

You are invading my space.

I'm gonna have to drop you.

Would you get out

of here?

Might freak me out.

We're gonna try

new things.

Looks like Candian goosepoop.

It's nasty.

US Fleet 2, North Atlantic

That's fine, 1-2-5.

Revenge is mine.

Pentagon,

Washington D.C.

...port accident

for a terrorist attack, or worse.

Negative.

NORAD confirmed

project came

from beyond our atmosphere

inbound at 30,000 knot.

Citizens

of the human hive,

your leaders

have withheld the truth.

You are not alone

in this universe.

We have lived among you,

hidden...

but no more.

As you've seen,

we can destroy

your cities at will.

Unless you turn over

this boy.

If you resist us,

we will destroy the world,

as you know it.

What we're hearing from

the German government is that

the world broadcast

is a satellite hacking.

- NEST Team, New Jersey

- The military has just told us

they have assumed

Condition Delta,

which is the highest level

we've been at since 9/11.

President Obama

is being flown to a bunker,

somewhere in the middle

of the United States.

in the phase of the worst

simultaneous attacks ever

around the globe.

The aircraft carrier, USS Roosevelt,

goes down off the East Coast

all hands lost.

Worldwide casualties

are in the neighbourhood of 7,000,

but that number

could implode.

It's still too early to tell.

What we need to ask now,

is who and why.

The FBI is still trying

to locate the boy, Sam Witwicky.

Within deep, they have information

about this.

The FBI, CIA and Interpol

are all seeking the cooperation

of worldwide law enforcements.

Hey bro, you need

to listen to this, man.

- You gotta check this out.

- Once they have a traffic camera

- spotting a Sam Witwicky.

- They have a picture of me, man.

We're dead, bro.

FBI, CIA, we're wanted fugitives now.

I just need you to focus

just one minute, man.

This thing is blowing

to a whole another level, alright.

- You know one thing--

- Remove this thing.

They can track us.

Do you see this?

What?

They can track us?

Like satellite-track us?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, okay,

I'm not even with you guys.

Technically, I'm like a hostage.

This is kidnapping. Enough--

Yo, Leo!

This thing's gonna give me

a heart attack, I swear.

- That's 'cause you was a wuss.

- You did force me into the car, right?

- So...

- Oh, I think you scared.

Hey, Mudflap.

What are we going to do

with this shrimp taco?

Just pop a cap in his ass,

throw him in the trunk

and nobody gonna know nothing,

y'know I mean?

- Wait, now my trunk--

- Yo, bumper cars,

Check it out.

I'm hearing you, okay?

I'm right here

and I can hear you.

No one's popping any caps

in any asses, okay?

I've had a hell of a day.

Why don't you get a haircut

with your b*tch ass?

Go whine

to your boyfriend.

Listen Sam, I know

what I'm gonna do, man.

Look, I'm just going to go

to the authorities

and tell them the truth.

Like I had nothing to do with this,

- I'm an accomplice.

- Hey, hey!

You wanted this, right?

You wanted the real deal?

'Cause that's what this is.

Wake up! You're in the middle of it.

You wanna run, go ahead,

no one's stopping you.

Stop complaining.

What is the meaning

of this?

You dare

point your gun at me?

You want a piece of me?

I will tear you apart!

Drop your weapons!

Drop your weapons!

- Tell them to lower the weapons.

- Tell them first.

- Tell them to lower the weapons!

- Major, there's nothing I can do.

Talk to him.

US teams deactivated, Major.

You are decease

anti-Decepticon operations,

and return to Diego Garcia.

Any further orders?

No. We take our orders

direct from Chairman Morshower.

Well, I'll see your chairman

and the Joint Chiefs of Staff

but I will raise you

a President of the United States.

I have operational command now.

An alien blood feud

has been brought to our shores

for which our soldiers

are paying the price.

The secret is out.

This is our war now.

And we will win it

as we always have,

with a coordinated

military strategy.

This fool

is terribly misinformed.

You're gonna get every assets

that you've got.

What we need is

to draw our battle plans.

What we explore every possible,

diplomatic solution.

Like what:

Handing over the kid?

All options

are being considered.

Whatever the Decepticons

are after,

this is just the start.

Wait, there is no negotiating

with them.

I'm ordering you

to stand down.

You won't be needing this

any more.

Get your assets

back to base.

Take that scrap metal

back to Diego Garcia.

Let's go.

I really don't

like that dude.

He's a a**hole.

Autobots,

report to hangar for transport.

Ironhide,

we should leave this planet.

That's not what

Optimus would want.

There's nothing

that you could have done.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Bee, if you hate me,

I understand.

I messed up.

I'm sorry.

- Young fella, you are...

- ...person I care about most in my life.

- If there's anything you need...

- I won't be far away.

He's dead

because of me.

He came in

to protect me instead.

There's some things

you just can't change.

So this sacrifice was...

will not have been in vain,

hallelujah!

We make it right

when we turn myself in.

But we,

we've got to stick together.

You're not gonna do that.

Yes, I am.

Everything we worked for

will be wiped out.

In one day.

- You two.

- Huh?

Hey, you know the glyphs?

The symbols that have been

rattling around in my head.

That's old school, yo.

That's like--

That's Cybertonian.

Oh, that's some

serious stuff in there.

They gotta mean something,

like a message...

or, like a--

like a map!

Like a map

to an Energon source.

Can you read this?

- Read? Nah.

- You see that?

No, we--we don't really do

much reading.

- Not so much.

- Well if you can't read it,

we gotta find

somebody who can.

Oh, look, who came

stashing and back.

Hair grown like a chip,

there, look it.

I had a bit of a mild

panic attack earlier, alright?

That's 'cause

you're a p*ssy.

I think I'm allowed that

considering what I've been through

and... I heard

you have a problem.

I think I know someone

who can help.

- Who?

- Robo-Warrior.

[SONG:
New Divide

BAND:
Linkin Park]

This guy, Robo-Warrior...

Everything about anything alien,

he's supposed to know.

One time

we hacked this site

and maybe, I saw some of your, uh...

alien drawings or whatever.

This is it.

Yep, deli. Good front.

Alright, wait here.

I'll give you the go/no go, alright?

Number 42, we got your kishkanishka

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