Beast Wars: Transformers (1996) s01e07 Episode Script
Fallen Comrades
( dramatic theme playing )
( roars )
Beast Wars
( dramatic rock theme playing )
Beast Wars
( dramatic theme playing )
( alarm beeping ) Incoming stasis pod.
Orbit has decayed over the northern sector.
Heads up, bots. Get ready to move.
Impact in five seconds.
Four, three, two
Impact!
Coordinates six-one-seven by eight-eight-five.
One hundred twenty kilometers north. Shall we go?
No. Not yet.
The Maximals will surely attempt to dispatch
their only flyer to reach the pod first.
Yes, let us ensure that he encounters turbulence.
Gotta tell you, big bot.
Doesn't sound like such a swift move, splitting up.
We've got no choice.
We're talking 100 klicks over rough territory.
Megatron's sure to launch his own flyers.
I have to get there first.
I am not normally an advocate of caution, Optimus Primal.
But in this case, I must register my concern.
Megatron does not always behave as one might expect.
He'll want to reach the pod first. Same as us.
Right now it's a race, pure and simple.
Optimus Primal, maximize!
Nonetheless, you will do me the honor
of permitting me to exit first.
I have suspicions.
All right. But hurry.
Dinobot, maximize!
( roars )
( crickets chirping )
( suspenseful theme playing )
( growls )
My scanners detect no hostiles.
Yet something feels amiss.
Permit to lead a scouting patrol.
Ugh, there isn't time.
One of my comrades is out there somewhere,
and every second counts.
Your emotion chips
are overriding your caution circuits.
I insist upon a scouting patrol.
I am in command here.
Now stand aside!
( dramatic theme playing )
Primal jets, on!
Have a ground unit follow me as quickly as possible.
We have to-- Unh!
Ambush! DINOBOT: As I suspected.
( laughs )
Waspinator got him.
( screeches )
Watch this.
( dramatic rock theme playing )
( grunts )
( roars )
Yes!
( circuits buzzing )
Oh, no! Waspinator in trouble!
We did our job. Now let's go. Back to base.
( screeches )
Cowards!
Face me!
Maximize!
( growls )
Optimus! Oh, man.
Can you hear me, big bot?
DINOBOT: Fear not, Optimus.
I shall ensure that your funeral is a glorious one,
as befits a warrior who died in battle.
( groaning )
Afraid I'll have to miss it, Dinobot.
I'm not scrap yet.
Hm. Are you certain?
It would be a triumphant passage.
Ah, will you knock it off?
We gotta get you in the CR chamber, big bot.
Unh. No. The stasis pod.
We'll get it. But right now, let's worry about you.
Give me a hand here!
Ah. All right.
MEGATRON: So Optimus Primal was not destroyed.
You disappoint me, Terrorsaur, yes.
But we knocked him half to scrap.
No way he'll be flying anywhere.
Yes! We will beat them to the stasis pod easily.
Hm, yes. But they will still make an attempt.
Ah. A land party.
Yes. Leaving only Optimus
and perhaps one other to guard the base.
Waspinator, Terrorsaur, you will proceed immediately
to the location of the stasis pod.
Ensure that the protoform robot inside
is reprogrammed as a Predacon. Go!
As for the rest of you, you shall not be idle.
No. For with the Maximal base almost unguarded,
this is the perfect time to strike.
Yes. Follow me.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Man, I just don't think it's a slick plan,
leaving Optimus back at base.
Yeah. Especially with old chopper face as babysitter.
Had to do it.
Dinobot's weapons were damaged in the battle.
He's gotta recuperate. And we gotta run.
If that pod was cracked in the crash,
the protoform robot inside will be exposed
to the planet's energon fields.
( ominous theme playing )
( mysterious theme playing )
( suspenseful theme playing )
( wind howling )
Well, look at that.
We have competitors for the stasis pod, Waspinator.
Oh!
Waspinator not think so.
Let's terrorize!
( screeching )
( dramatic rock theme playing )
Incoming!
( grunts )
Shred those lousy fliers!
( Cheetor growling )
( dramatic rock theme playing )
No. No, no, the bridge!
That was some cold slag.
( Terrorsaur & Waspinator laughing )
Ah. Maximal base,
( over radio ): This is Rattrap.
Hello, you read me, chopper face?
We got problems.
Speak, vermin.
The Preds scrapped the bridge.
No way across.
We're gonna have to take the scenic route. Ah.
Not a snowball's chance of beating them now.
No excuses, you pathetic rodent!
Keep moving! Dinobot out.
Hey! You can just kiss my pink hairless--
Hm
( suspenseful theme playing )
Computer, access and activate
Optimus Primal's core consciousness.
COMPUTER: Acknowledged.
Core consciousness activated.
Onscreen.
Don't tell me. Let me guess.
Problems already?
Indeed. The others have been forcibly delayed.
The Predacons will reach the pod first.
Have you any thoughts?
Is there any way we can contact the pod?
Hm. The energon fields are too strong.
Our comm links will not reach.
How about laser pulse?
Impossible.
We would need line-of-sight transmission.
Isn't there anything we could bounce it off of?
A mountain? Clouds?
Anything?
Hm
( gasps )
Perhaps there is.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Ah, as I surmised. Yes.
The remaining Maximal on guard is none other
than our own traitorous turncoat.
We shall not waste this opportunity.
No.
MEGATRON: Ah, Dinobot.
Yes.
( growls )
Dinobot, maximize!
( growling )
Oh, no, no, no. Calmness.
Calmness, please.
I came only to talk. Yes.
After all, you are alone
and in command of the Maximal base.
An excellent opportunity, is it not?
You were a Predacon once. Become one again.
Turn the base over to me, and the Beast Wars will be over.
We Predacons will rule the galaxy.
And you shall be my second in command.
What do you say?
( laughs )
Eat slag!
( grunts )
Vaporize him!
( grunts )
Finish him!
( grunts )
Auto weapons, on. COMPUTER: Acknowledged.
( tense theme playing )
( teeth chattering )
( whimpering )
( grunting )
( grunts )
Fall back! Fall back!
Now, Optimus.
Laser in position.
Forget the Maximal base! Let us secure the pod.
Computer, uploading instructions now!
( suspenseful theme playing )
Whoa! What the shortin' circuit is going on?
Whatever it is, it's too little, too late.
The Preds are gonna beat us to the pod!
( both roaring )
Ooh! Waspinator sees the pod.
( Waspinator giggles )
WASPINATOR: Only a few minutes away.
Megatron will reward Waspinator!
Not if I get it first!
( dramatic theme playing )
Would that I could trust those fliers to secure the pod alone.
( growls )
OPTIMUS: Hang on, Dinobot.
We'll have you restored before you know it.
But in the meantime, I've gotta fly.
Optimus Primal, maximize!
Computer, deactivate auto cannons
and reactivate in 30 seconds.
COMPUTER: Acknowledged.
OPTIMUS: Prime jets, on!
Hurry!
( Maximals thud )
CHEETOR: Hold it right there.
Yeah. You're messing with Maximal property,
you thieving Preds.
We've got a friend in there,
and we won't let you turn him into a Predacon.
You won't stop us, Maximals!
( footsteps rumbling )
They certainly shall not.
Megatron, terrorize!
( roars )
The stasis pod is ours, Maximals.
For I know your weaknesses, yes.
( both growling )
( laughing )
RHINOX: Let them go.
They're not part of this.
MEGATRON: That's right.
Just innocent creatures.
So surrender yourselves and this pod,
or they shall be terminated.
( both growling )
( tense theme playing )
You win, you depraved wad of stinking slag.
Cultivated as always, even in defeat.
Now, witness my moment of triumph,
as I reprogram the protoform Maximal within the pod
into a Predacon. Yes.
Open the pod!
( suspenseful theme playing )
( screams )
What?
It's empty.
Where is the Maximal?
MAXIMAL: Right here.
Tigatron, maximize!
( roars )
Woo-hoo! All right!
Let's do it!
( dramatic rock theme playing )
Beast mode, retreat!
Retreat!
( dramatic rock theme playing )
( Megatron grunts )
MEGATRON: Blast it all!
Greetings. Tigatron?
I'm Optimus Primal, Maximal commander.
You had us worried for a while.
We didn't know if you'd made it.
Almost didn't.
The crash damaged my identity circuits.
I didn't know who I really was,
or which side I was on, until--
Until I saw you willing to risk your lives to save us.
Well, we're just glad you came through.
We could use another member of the Maximal force.
Our ship, or what's left of it,
is due south about 100 klicks.
No. No.
I'm sorry, but no.
I am still more tiger than Maximal.
Until my identity circuits restore themselves,
I feel my place is here, in the wilds with--
With my kind.
But you may count on my loyalty.
Sounds good to me.
Yeah, uh, we could use a scout up here.
You know, in case the Preds get up to something.
Then it's settled. For now.
But I have a feeling we'll meet again, Tigatron.
And soon.
( majestic theme playing )
Let the trails lead where they may.
I will follow.
( mysterious theme playing )
Beast Wars
( dramatic rock theme playing )
( roars )
Beast Wars
( dramatic rock theme playing )
Beast Wars
( dramatic theme playing )
( alarm beeping ) Incoming stasis pod.
Orbit has decayed over the northern sector.
Heads up, bots. Get ready to move.
Impact in five seconds.
Four, three, two
Impact!
Coordinates six-one-seven by eight-eight-five.
One hundred twenty kilometers north. Shall we go?
No. Not yet.
The Maximals will surely attempt to dispatch
their only flyer to reach the pod first.
Yes, let us ensure that he encounters turbulence.
Gotta tell you, big bot.
Doesn't sound like such a swift move, splitting up.
We've got no choice.
We're talking 100 klicks over rough territory.
Megatron's sure to launch his own flyers.
I have to get there first.
I am not normally an advocate of caution, Optimus Primal.
But in this case, I must register my concern.
Megatron does not always behave as one might expect.
He'll want to reach the pod first. Same as us.
Right now it's a race, pure and simple.
Optimus Primal, maximize!
Nonetheless, you will do me the honor
of permitting me to exit first.
I have suspicions.
All right. But hurry.
Dinobot, maximize!
( roars )
( crickets chirping )
( suspenseful theme playing )
( growls )
My scanners detect no hostiles.
Yet something feels amiss.
Permit to lead a scouting patrol.
Ugh, there isn't time.
One of my comrades is out there somewhere,
and every second counts.
Your emotion chips
are overriding your caution circuits.
I insist upon a scouting patrol.
I am in command here.
Now stand aside!
( dramatic theme playing )
Primal jets, on!
Have a ground unit follow me as quickly as possible.
We have to-- Unh!
Ambush! DINOBOT: As I suspected.
( laughs )
Waspinator got him.
( screeches )
Watch this.
( dramatic rock theme playing )
( grunts )
( roars )
Yes!
( circuits buzzing )
Oh, no! Waspinator in trouble!
We did our job. Now let's go. Back to base.
( screeches )
Cowards!
Face me!
Maximize!
( growls )
Optimus! Oh, man.
Can you hear me, big bot?
DINOBOT: Fear not, Optimus.
I shall ensure that your funeral is a glorious one,
as befits a warrior who died in battle.
( groaning )
Afraid I'll have to miss it, Dinobot.
I'm not scrap yet.
Hm. Are you certain?
It would be a triumphant passage.
Ah, will you knock it off?
We gotta get you in the CR chamber, big bot.
Unh. No. The stasis pod.
We'll get it. But right now, let's worry about you.
Give me a hand here!
Ah. All right.
MEGATRON: So Optimus Primal was not destroyed.
You disappoint me, Terrorsaur, yes.
But we knocked him half to scrap.
No way he'll be flying anywhere.
Yes! We will beat them to the stasis pod easily.
Hm, yes. But they will still make an attempt.
Ah. A land party.
Yes. Leaving only Optimus
and perhaps one other to guard the base.
Waspinator, Terrorsaur, you will proceed immediately
to the location of the stasis pod.
Ensure that the protoform robot inside
is reprogrammed as a Predacon. Go!
As for the rest of you, you shall not be idle.
No. For with the Maximal base almost unguarded,
this is the perfect time to strike.
Yes. Follow me.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Man, I just don't think it's a slick plan,
leaving Optimus back at base.
Yeah. Especially with old chopper face as babysitter.
Had to do it.
Dinobot's weapons were damaged in the battle.
He's gotta recuperate. And we gotta run.
If that pod was cracked in the crash,
the protoform robot inside will be exposed
to the planet's energon fields.
( ominous theme playing )
( mysterious theme playing )
( suspenseful theme playing )
( wind howling )
Well, look at that.
We have competitors for the stasis pod, Waspinator.
Oh!
Waspinator not think so.
Let's terrorize!
( screeching )
( dramatic rock theme playing )
Incoming!
( grunts )
Shred those lousy fliers!
( Cheetor growling )
( dramatic rock theme playing )
No. No, no, the bridge!
That was some cold slag.
( Terrorsaur & Waspinator laughing )
Ah. Maximal base,
( over radio ): This is Rattrap.
Hello, you read me, chopper face?
We got problems.
Speak, vermin.
The Preds scrapped the bridge.
No way across.
We're gonna have to take the scenic route. Ah.
Not a snowball's chance of beating them now.
No excuses, you pathetic rodent!
Keep moving! Dinobot out.
Hey! You can just kiss my pink hairless--
Hm
( suspenseful theme playing )
Computer, access and activate
Optimus Primal's core consciousness.
COMPUTER: Acknowledged.
Core consciousness activated.
Onscreen.
Don't tell me. Let me guess.
Problems already?
Indeed. The others have been forcibly delayed.
The Predacons will reach the pod first.
Have you any thoughts?
Is there any way we can contact the pod?
Hm. The energon fields are too strong.
Our comm links will not reach.
How about laser pulse?
Impossible.
We would need line-of-sight transmission.
Isn't there anything we could bounce it off of?
A mountain? Clouds?
Anything?
Hm
( gasps )
Perhaps there is.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Ah, as I surmised. Yes.
The remaining Maximal on guard is none other
than our own traitorous turncoat.
We shall not waste this opportunity.
No.
MEGATRON: Ah, Dinobot.
Yes.
( growls )
Dinobot, maximize!
( growling )
Oh, no, no, no. Calmness.
Calmness, please.
I came only to talk. Yes.
After all, you are alone
and in command of the Maximal base.
An excellent opportunity, is it not?
You were a Predacon once. Become one again.
Turn the base over to me, and the Beast Wars will be over.
We Predacons will rule the galaxy.
And you shall be my second in command.
What do you say?
( laughs )
Eat slag!
( grunts )
Vaporize him!
( grunts )
Finish him!
( grunts )
Auto weapons, on. COMPUTER: Acknowledged.
( tense theme playing )
( teeth chattering )
( whimpering )
( grunting )
( grunts )
Fall back! Fall back!
Now, Optimus.
Laser in position.
Forget the Maximal base! Let us secure the pod.
Computer, uploading instructions now!
( suspenseful theme playing )
Whoa! What the shortin' circuit is going on?
Whatever it is, it's too little, too late.
The Preds are gonna beat us to the pod!
( both roaring )
Ooh! Waspinator sees the pod.
( Waspinator giggles )
WASPINATOR: Only a few minutes away.
Megatron will reward Waspinator!
Not if I get it first!
( dramatic theme playing )
Would that I could trust those fliers to secure the pod alone.
( growls )
OPTIMUS: Hang on, Dinobot.
We'll have you restored before you know it.
But in the meantime, I've gotta fly.
Optimus Primal, maximize!
Computer, deactivate auto cannons
and reactivate in 30 seconds.
COMPUTER: Acknowledged.
OPTIMUS: Prime jets, on!
Hurry!
( Maximals thud )
CHEETOR: Hold it right there.
Yeah. You're messing with Maximal property,
you thieving Preds.
We've got a friend in there,
and we won't let you turn him into a Predacon.
You won't stop us, Maximals!
( footsteps rumbling )
They certainly shall not.
Megatron, terrorize!
( roars )
The stasis pod is ours, Maximals.
For I know your weaknesses, yes.
( both growling )
( laughing )
RHINOX: Let them go.
They're not part of this.
MEGATRON: That's right.
Just innocent creatures.
So surrender yourselves and this pod,
or they shall be terminated.
( both growling )
( tense theme playing )
You win, you depraved wad of stinking slag.
Cultivated as always, even in defeat.
Now, witness my moment of triumph,
as I reprogram the protoform Maximal within the pod
into a Predacon. Yes.
Open the pod!
( suspenseful theme playing )
( screams )
What?
It's empty.
Where is the Maximal?
MAXIMAL: Right here.
Tigatron, maximize!
( roars )
Woo-hoo! All right!
Let's do it!
( dramatic rock theme playing )
Beast mode, retreat!
Retreat!
( dramatic rock theme playing )
( Megatron grunts )
MEGATRON: Blast it all!
Greetings. Tigatron?
I'm Optimus Primal, Maximal commander.
You had us worried for a while.
We didn't know if you'd made it.
Almost didn't.
The crash damaged my identity circuits.
I didn't know who I really was,
or which side I was on, until--
Until I saw you willing to risk your lives to save us.
Well, we're just glad you came through.
We could use another member of the Maximal force.
Our ship, or what's left of it,
is due south about 100 klicks.
No. No.
I'm sorry, but no.
I am still more tiger than Maximal.
Until my identity circuits restore themselves,
I feel my place is here, in the wilds with--
With my kind.
But you may count on my loyalty.
Sounds good to me.
Yeah, uh, we could use a scout up here.
You know, in case the Preds get up to something.
Then it's settled. For now.
But I have a feeling we'll meet again, Tigatron.
And soon.
( majestic theme playing )
Let the trails lead where they may.
I will follow.
( mysterious theme playing )
Beast Wars
( dramatic rock theme playing )