Original subtitles

♪ The Transformers ♪

♪ More than meets the eye ♪

♪ Autobots wage their battle to destroy, ♪

♪ the evil forces of the Decepticons. ♪

♪ Transformers ♪

♪ Robots in disguise ♪

♪ The Transformers ♪

♪ More than meets the eye ♪

♪ The Transformers ♪

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[ man speaking Spanish ]

MAN: Hurry.

I found something, Joan.

You owe me ten bucks.

-Oh, probably just a souvenir some tourist left behind.

-No way. It's at least 1,300 years old.

-Don't let it go to your head.

Sooner or later I'll find...

There is something very weird down here.

-Metal? Impossible.

-I hate to say this, but it looks like some sort of space craft.

-The Mayas didn't have space crafts.

-I know that, but look at the strata.

This thing's been here longer than the hill.

It could be millions of years old.

-Megatron, attention.

The team of archeologists believes that the strange object,

may be part of a spaceship which crash landed on Earth 4 million years ago.

-It's a Decepticon ship.

And you know what is inside of it.

I must have it.

PERCEPTOR: Well, little microchip.

What seems to be the matter with you today?

Let me get a closer look.

Hmm. A blocked linkage.

-Quit talkin' ta that circuit and fix it.

I can't remember a thing without it.

-Yeah, Perceptor. There's real work to be done around here.

-This is real work, Brawn.

-Real work is crushing Decepticons, not fussing with chips.

-If I didn't 'fuss with chips' you couldn't crush Decepticons.

-Oh, bah.

BUMBLEBEE: Hey, lay off Brawn.

Perceptor's as important as any of us.

-So where is he when we're fighting?

-It takes more than muscle to fight.

-Yeah. It takes courage.

Or maybe that word's not in your fancy vocabulary.

-Leave 'im alone, Brawn. Or you're gonna tangle with me.

-Aw, I'm shakin' in my protonboots.

OPTIMUS PRIME: That's enough, all of you.

Brawn, Bumblebee. We're rolling out.

Perceptor, finish repairing Ironhide and then both of you join us.

-But, Prime, I can't go. I've got too much to do here.

-Ha! That's a good one.

-Alright, Perceptor, stay here.

-So long hero.

RATCHET: What's up, Prime?

-Something's been discovered in South America.

Something Megatron wants.

And if he wants it, we don't want him to get it.

-Faster, faster.

-Nice scenery.

-Yeah, let's waste it.

-I hate nice things.

[ Rumble laughs ]

RUMBLE: [ sarcastically ] Good shot, Starscream.

-Shutup or I'll blast you, punk.

-Hey, hold that pose.

I wanna remember you that way.

[ Starscream screams ]

-Help! Get this thing off me.

[ Starscream struggling ]

RUMBLE: I think it looks stunning on ya.

[ Rumble laughs ]

-Enough of this. Let's fly.

-No. We must remain on the ground to avoid satellite detection.

OPTIMUS PRIME: This jungle's too thick. We'll have to hoof it.

Autobots, transform.

BRAWN: Why dont' we just blast our way through all these weeds?

-That's not our style, Brawn.

-And besides, we don't have to. Look.

-The Decepticons blazed a trail for us.

Autobots, transform.

But watch your sensors. It might be a trap.

-I'm picking up traces of Cybertroid alloy.

The star drive is nearby.

-There's no radiation. Let's open it.

MEGATRON: Don't touch that!

-Says who?

-Decepticons, introduce yourselves.

-Run!

-Cut it open.

After millions of years... it's mine.

Hook. Your cyberforceps.

The Heart of Cybertron.

This tiny energy maximizer,

powered our ship all the way from Cybertron,

to this miserable planet.

-And what will you do with it now?

-Implant it inside me.

-It is done, Megatron.

-I know.

For already the power courses through my circuits.

OPTIMUS PRIME: You'll need every bit of it, Megatron.

Autobots, attack.

-Prime!

-Come on, Autobots.

Follow your leader's orders...

and attack!

-He'll blow us away if we attack.

-He'll blow us away if we just stand here.

Charge!

-Brawn, look out!

-Hope I get lucky!

-Prime, can you hear me?

-I'll be ok.

Wh-what happened?

No.

Megatron must have gotten the Heart of Cybertron.

We'll be slaughtered.

Smokescreen, buy us some time.

-He'll never know what hit 'im.

[ frustrated groan ]

Can't see.

-Give 'im everything you've got!

-You will suffer for this.

-Now! Blast the hills!

That should hold 'em for a while.

Damage report.

-Five of us are functional.

-Hoist, Grapple, Ratchet. Get the wounded out of here.

-Good grief.

-What happened?

SPARKPLUG: It'll take days to put them all back together.

-Start with Wheeljack. I need him.

-Funny. You don't have a scratch on you.

-Brawn! Lay off Perceptor.

If I hear one more word against him you'll answer to me.

TELETRAAN I: According to the data,

a force field will not stop Megatron for long.

-It'll be better than nothing. Proceed.

-All Decepticons...

present and accounted for.

-It was clever of Prime to collapse this hill on us.

But he only succeeded in postponing the inevitable.

-There, Powerglide. Good as new.

What the...

-Sorry, Perceptor. We're diverting all power to the force field generator now.

-But that's absurd.

BRAWN: Do you have any better ideas?

Or is your intelligence as fleeting as your courage?

-As a matter of fact I do.

Get inside Megatron and disconnect the Heart of Cybertron.

-Are you defective?

How we gonna do that?

-Simple. We use my transmat reduction beam,

to shrink down to microscopic size.

Then we crawl into Megatron and rip the blasted heart out.

-What do you think of his intelligence now, Brawn?

-I reserve judgement.

-You and Bumblebee go with him.

Powerglide, can you fly?

-Like a bird.

PERCEPTOR: Now we'll show Megatron,

that bad things come in small packages.

-You three ready?

-Ready and waiting!

-All set, Powerglide.

-Then away we go!

-Decepticons, a toast.

To the imminent destruction of the accursed Autobots.

-Energy! We won't need to conserve it after tomorrow.

We can bleed this planet dry!

-[ hiccuping ] Boy these are good. I needed to refuel.

Energy.

-Energy! -Energy!

-This stuffs the greatest.

-Ah, those were the good 'ol days, back on Cybertron.

Didn't have to sneak around in these ugly Earth disguises.

-Time to cut the jets and glide.

What in the world?

-Good 'ol Cybertron.

Land of the metal rule.

-Looks like they've over energized.

Now's our chance.

-Huh?

-Get us out of here. Fast, Brawn.

-Run!

-What the...

Autobots!

Decepticons, attack!

I don't believe it.

No matter. I'll finish the Autobots myself.

PERCEPTOR: The Heart of Cybertron must be in Megatron's chest.

And we've got less than two hours to get to it.

-Why's that?

-Because the reducter beam will wear off,

and we'll return to normal size.

-Now you tell us.

-Yeah, and Megatron ain't big enough for the three of us.

-What's that?

-What are they?

-Electro-sanitizers.

They're protecting Megatron's body from microscopic impurities.

And we're the impurities.

BRAWN: Let's move.

I'm sick of hiding.

Stand clear and watch how a real Autobot handles those things.

That's it. Come to papa.

PERCEPTOR: Brawn! Look out!

-Follow me.

BUMBLEBEE: Where are we?

-Megatron's shoulder joint.

His chest must be around here somewhere.

-I'm glad you told us. I never could have figured that out myself.

-Just hope he doesn't make any sudden moves.

-Jump, Perceptor!

-Some hero. Next time stay home.

-Intelligence reports Megatron within 100 miles and closing.

ETA 10 minutes.

-We're somewhere in Megatron's neck.

But it's hard to tell which way we're moving.

He's horizontal.

-You mean he's asleep?

-Asleep, nothing. He's flying.

-And that's bad news for the Autobots.

-Look.

-Megatron's brain.

-How come it's so quiet?

-Because he isn't engaging any of his main brain functions.

-Then I got a honey of an idea.

Let's bash brain!

-No, Brawn! It's too dangerous.

-Listen to Perceptor. He's right!

-There. The force field's all set to go.

But it'll only hold up for 5 minutes against Megatron.

-That's 5 minutes more than we'd have without it.

-There he is.

-Ratchet. We've gotta buy Perceptor more time.

Have all available Autobots ready to move out.

-If you destroy his brain he'll fall.

The impact could detonate the Heart of Cybertron.

-It's our only chance.

What are they?

-Brain impulses.

Evil brain impulses.

-Help!

-Got it.

That's Megatron's database conveying orders to the Heart of Cybertron.

If we can hitch a ride, it'll lead us straight to it.

-Here comes one. -Grab it!

-There it is.

-Jump!

-Let's rip the wires and get out of here.

-No! This thing's like a hyperbomb.

One wrong move and the whole planet is rubble.

-Do you think a mere force shield can stop me?

-Thanks, Bumblebee.

-Perceptor, look out!

He must be pounding the living daylights out of the Autobots.

-One last wire.

Can't... make it.

-The forcefield's down!

-Got to... disconnect it.

-It's all over, Prime.

-Not until every Autobot program is erased, Megatron.

-You're finished!

What?

-Perceptor did it!

-Is it my imagination, or is this tunnel getting tighter?

-It's us. We're returning to our normal size.

We've got to get out of here.

-Now we'll see who's finished.

-Uh... 'scuse us.

-You filthy retro rats!

-He's gettin' away! Stop 'im!

-No! Wait! We've got the Heart of Cybertron.

-But it's destabilizing. It could explode at any second.

-Track it, Perceptor.

-I'm on it.

1,000 miles.

1,500 miles.

2,000 miles.

OPTIMUS PRIME: Sharp shooting, Perceptor.

-Do you realize that we just saved Megatron's life?

-Somebody saved all our lives.

-Who, Brawn?

-Ask my buddy here about it.

-And ask 'im polite,

'cuz anyone who doesn't think he's a hero is gonna have to answer to me.

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