Transformers: The Last Knight Page #6

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Turbulence can kill.

There will be

no snack service

on this flight,

no drinks, no fun.

Tracking yeager.

He's over the pond right now.

It took some finding,

but sats have him.

Megatron and crew are

bearing down on the uk.

So is yeager.

It's no coincidence.

I want you airborne

with your team to

the uk asap.

Pick up. Pick up.

Yeah?

- Don't hang up!

- Ah, it's you again.

I've told you, you have

nothing to offer. Get lost.

I need a favor, folgers.

I'd do it myself, but I can't.

You ever fly

a Cuban airplane?

They're from the 1940s.

So are the pilots.

Book of cyber-kells.

I found it.

The ancient book?

Impossible.

Not when you know

the right janitor.

And I know many.

The book exists.

Unseen for centuries.

Pages that literally dissolve

at room temperature,

made from some old

kind of goat scrotum

or something.

Trinity library.

Today, 4:
00 P.M.

Be there if you want to

know how it all ends.

Object confirmed

as exoplanet cybertron.

Two days,

seven hours to impact.

Optimus,

it is time

you knew the truth.

The place you call earth

has another name.

Unicron.

Earth... unicron?

Cybertron's

ancient enemy.

Yes.

You are going to kill him.

With my staff, we will drain

the very life from unicron.

- Earth will die...

- Yes.

And your world

will be reborn,

Nemesis prime.

I will fight anyone

who stands in my way.

The alien

horns are still growing,

some of them

reaching 400 meters.

More alien rubbish.

Have you found

a man yet, viviane?

No.

So sad.

You should really look

in here.

I mean,

there are lots of adverts,

some of them very tempting.

This one's looking for a bbw.

I don't know what that is.

It's a car, dear.

Right.

Big beautiful woman.

Is it? Who knew?

Looking at the classifieds!

Oh, this one's got

its own dungeon.

Great! I love dungeons!

See, that's perfect

for you, isn't it?

All that old stuff,

you'd love that.

History is being rewritten

and you want to talk about

a man.

Or a woman.

Aunt Helen.

"Women seeking women."

Here we go.

You could ask me

about my work.

Why would we do that?

I mean,

it's just dusty old books.

Now I welcome

the end of days!

What's so terrible

about me wanting you

to have what I had

with your father?

He was an ass.

Do you know

what father didn't have?

The one thing that

his beloved knights

of the round table

had in spades

and he was utterly lacking?

Honor.

You can say that again.

If you can stop loathing

a dead man long enough,

you might want to have

a look in his study.

All that rubbish.

There might be something

you want to keep.

Do not touch that!

Sorry, daddy.

I don't want anything.

Tell the university

to take the lot.

"The 12th Earl of folgan

"urgently requests

your presence at high tea

"this very moment."

Uh... stop!

Move! Move!

God! Sorry!

Okay, okay.

Oh, please,

mademoiselle, don't do that.

What?

Je m'appelle hot rod.

Christ alive,

you're one of them!

Back! Be quiet!

Do not hit me again!

So, which bloody bot

are you, then?

Soundwave? Shockwave?

At least tell me

that I've been abducted

by one of the famous ones.

I am so much

better than all of them!

Oh! Help!

I'm being kidnapped!

Mademoiselle, sit down!

Oh, help! Yes, yes, hello!

Hello, lamborghini!

Would you help?

Sorry, I've just been

kidnap... nuts!

Wow!

Wow, I love this car!

Ah,

the white cliffs of Dover.

That's a good girl.

Good girl.

Good girl. Come on.

There's a good girl.

We have guests!

What's the matter with you?

Oh, sh*t!

My bits are falling off.

Idiot!

Hello there!

What the hell?

Good girl.

Master,

he's a complete knucklehead.

I'm awfully sorry about that,

but, um, you see,

he thinks it's still

the year 1918 or 1914.

Something like that.

So sad.

World war i

and all that stuff.

I mean...

Battle of the marne,

battle of the somme,

battle of the marne,

battle of passchendaele.

Trenches and mud

and death

and Gore and all that.

It's terribly sad.

"It's a long way to tipperary,

it's a long way to go."

Yeah, but it's, um...

It's terrible!

I mean, so sad, you know?

But then, I mean...

Isn't it? I mean, this late

onset of, um, well...

Robot dementia.

It's not at all pretty.

Ah, I don't know

what you're smoking

in that pipe, man, but...

What's going on here?

Did you drag me

to some

transformer

retirement home?

Mmm-hmm.

Look, somebody

better start talking,

or I'm outta here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay.

Um, Bumblebee?

We only met when

i was a little boy

in short pants.

I must have

been that tall.

Maybe taller.

Or maybe shorter,

i can't remember.

But never forget a face.

Bee, you know this guy?

Let's have a look

at this thing.

Please.

Very interesting.

Yes.

You keep a secret for so long,

knowing it to be true,

and yet, deep down inside,

you begin to wonder,

"has my life been wasted?"

Have you ever felt

like that, Mr. Cade?

It's just Cade.

Look, old timer, I don't

have a ton of Patience

for riddles right now.

Yes, but you want to know,

don't you, "dude,"

why they keep coming here.

To earth. Right?

Ah! I do so love

perfect timing.

What a bitchin' car she is!

No, no,

no, little lady.

Why do you have to

be like that? Pourquoi?

So, is this

a kidnapping

sort of situation

or her first

transformer

experience?

It's both, really.

Do not hit me again!

But she does have

a rather nice

fight-or-flight response.

- She's very difficult.

My name is Edmond Burton,

12th Earl of folgan.

Last surviving member

of the order of

the witwiccans.

Wow.

What's up?

Does he have to loom

like that?

"Ut" what?

"Ut rut"?

- Hot rod.

- Mmm-hmm.

It's his French accent.

Is he French?

No, he just likes

the accent.

No, no, no! I hate the accent!

But I can't get rid of it.

I'm stuck with

the accent. Ugh.

He's a soldier,

miss viviane.

He swore

an oath to your father

to protect you.

Huh.

Some dad

you got there.

That is a nice ride.

I mean,

you can roll right up

to Buckingham Palace

in that thing.

Okay, you,

American man, shut it.

What am I doing here?

- Yeah, why is she here?

- Introductions.

Miss viviane wembly.

Master of history, Oxford.

Doctor of philosophy,

also Oxford.

And doctor of letters,

again Oxford, I think.

Anything else?

Anyway, meet Cade.

Yeager.

Cade yeager.

I'm an inventor.

Oh, you're an inventor.

Yes, I am.

What have you invented?

A lot of things.

Like?

Like a lot of

things. Like...

Things that

you've heard of.

Like?

Well, things that you will

have heard of, okay?

Patents are pending.

Ah.

"Ah"?

Don't say that.

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