The Transformers (1984–1987): Season 3, Episode 21 - The Quintesson Journal - full transcript
The alien worlds Xetaxxis and Lanarq have been at war for thousands of years, and will destroy each other within a generation unless Rodimus Prime can convince their leaders to sue for ...
♪ 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 ♪
For centuries now,
the planets Xetaxxis and Lenarq
have engaged in a
senseless and brutal struggle.
Xetaxxis has been nearly destroyed
by Lenarqan attacks,
while Lenarq has suffered
equal devastation.
Both civilizations will be extinct
within one more generation,
unless these negotiations bring peace.
Thanks for the happy news, Melkorr.
Will the envoys of both planets
shake hands and resolve to
see the process through.
I don't think this is how
a peace process is supposed to begin.
Mmm, a strange signal.
Chaar, answer! This is Predaking.
This is Cyclonus. What news, Predaking?
I am diverting,
to investigate a signal sector 9.
What signal?
Unknown.
It is an old Quintesson frequency.
I'll join you at its source.
Be on alert!
The Autobots may also
have recieved the signal.
There is a probability of combat.
Pleased to hear that, Cyclonus.
Very pleased. Predaking out.
Peculiar. A modified wave signal
on the old Quintesson frequency.
Sky Lynx, Perceptor calling.
Recieving you, Perceptor.
We're intercepting a signal
sourced at coordinates A5xV10.
Where in Prime, is that?
I've always suspected your
astrographic circuits were deficient.
Its in the Angarrix sector.
Mushy circuits, eh?
No wonder we're
late getting back to Cybertron!
Sky Lynx, this may be serious.
That signal is an old Quintesson frequency.
I've locked on to the signal.
We'll trace it for you!
The surface scan fails to
reveal a clearing anywhere.
I can't land. I'll have to drop you.
Well, it's better than
getting bashed into nuts and bolts!
Do the best you can!
I'll track above you!
Looks like we've got some cruising to do.
Must make more speed!
Can't get my arms free!
Just a bit! Got it!
My arms, Steeljaw!
Free my arms!
Thats it!
Just returning the favor!
Outback: I could really learn to
hate cholorophyl in this place!
Stop talking, and keep walking.
Signal's coming from thataway!
Signal is stronger!
We are very close now!
If we're lucky,
we'll find Autobots there!
Thats the source! Name it and claim it.
I'd lovee to,
but I have no idea what it is.
Still with you,
and it ain't been easy!
Look out!
We can't let it crush that cannister!
Look at the cannister!
At ease, Ramhorn. It's just a projection.
I must have triggered it by accident.
Ears Open! Something's being spoken.
Journal 1122 playback,
containing items 379 MW through 793 BQ,
of the Quintesson Journal.
A complete record of
our commercial enterprises,
technical plans and special projects.
Die, Autobots!
Decepticons!
Sky Lynx! Get us out of here!
On my way!
Predacons, unite!
Revenge, on the Autobot Sky Lynx!
One thorough drubbing wasn't
enough, Predaking?
This time you die!
Sky Lynx, enough fun and games!
Get us out of here!
You still need target practice, Predaking!
Everyone, buckle up!
The signal has stopped.
Predaking must have found the source.
Negative, Cyclonus. Autobots!
Decepticons!
I should have known that was all too easy!
Where in the heavens did
that warp gate come from?
They've vanished! But where?
So, that explains it!
The Quintessons came, for their little toy!
That energy field... just drained me.
I hope you find your
accommodations comfortable.
What are you going to do with Sky Lynx?
You cannot transform at the moment.
Just will simply, remain here.
We, thank you for retrieving
this segment of our journal.
Those bars have got good hot swat!
In that case, we'll have to open them up!
Excuse me! You look like you
could use a little energon.
Give me!
Well, these bars present a little
problem, don't you think?
Now, give me!
Be glad to.
Was that as easy as I thought it was?
Answer me, when we're back on Cybertron!
Make sure Sky Lynx is ready to launch.
I'll be right there.
Can you fly, Sky Lynx?
I imagine so,
but I seem unable to transform
while in the range of their disruptors.
Come on, Outback!
Let's get out of here!
Setting course for Cybertron, gentlemen!
Decepticons!
No mercy and no mistakes!
Sky Lynx!
Time to stand and fight, fellows!
No! time to destruct!
Predaking, enough! Prepare to depart.
Not until Sky lynx dies!
I'll say who dies and when!
The ion trail from the
Quintesson ship is very strong.
They are close by.
But you said no
mercy, Galvatron!
Very true, so I will show none!
Decepticons, go away from here! Now!
Lies! Lies and falsehoods!
From your mouth only, Xetaxxan!
- Yeah? - Yeah!
No more talk.
Let our actions speak for ourselves!
And Lanarq shall respond in kind, Xetaxxan!
Uh, this...
might be a good time for a break.
Yeah. Couldn't hurt. Seeing as how
everybody's already left anyway.
This is Aagar of Xetaxxis.
We wish to take delivery.
When does ultimate weapon arrive?
Our vehicle has encountered
turbulence in space.
Shipment of your ultimate weapon was
delayed, but is now enroute to you.
Good! Finally,
the means to crush Xetaxxis forever!
At last, the defeat of the
Lanarqan dogs draws nigh!
This planet appears on no charts.
We can examine this device, undisturbed.
Activate it.
I don't know how the Autobots made it play!
It is useless unless we get playback!
Item four hundred and fifty-seven.
Planet: Tixlara.
This is it! The secrets of
the Quintessons are ours!
A large fleet of Quintesson transport
vessels were sold to Tixlara.
The primitive nuclear fuel requirements
drained the planet's mineral resources,
bringing the Tixlarian economy
under Quintesson control.
This is useless!!
We supply manufacturing
facilities to the planet Alaxuu.
Said facilities were designed to
create atmospheric pollutant imbalance.
The resulting isotopic rains
destroyed all vegetation,
which we replaced with Plantobots
at a substantial profit.
Item 793-BQ:
manipulating of the continuing war
between Xetaxxis and Lanarq.
Aren't those not the two planets...?
Between whom the Galactic Peace Council
is attempting to negotiate a ceasefire.
A case study has been
made of this conflict.
I'll bet they'd love to have that
journal at the peace conference.
Then lets get it along
and bring it on home!
All right. On my signal.
Excalating sales of armaments to
both sides has resulted in continuation--
Autobots! They dare to attack us!
Doom to the intruders!
Look out!
Quintessons!
They've got the journal again!
We cannot permit that
device to be re-purloined!
Give up, weakling Autobots!
The Quintesson journal is ours!
Guess again, Galvatron!
This has to stop! Enough! Enough!
Don't you know any gentler games?
Some peace conference?
Peace? We'll be lucky it doesn't
break out a galactic war.
This reminds me of your
wrestling shows on Earth.
At least those are faked, Rodimus.
We need our ultimate weapon now.
Lanarq must be obliterated!
This is the last straw!
When our ultimate weapon
arrives, we will destroy Xetaxxis!
We must have the weapon
by the next moon orbit!
We understand your situation.
Yes, the device is on board.
Delivery has confirmed your destination.
Transport, out.
We've had enough delays already!
We are ready to proceed!
We know it is urgent.
The device is on board and
we are on schedule.
Delivery has confirmed your destination.
Transport out.
I have never seen two planets
more eager to blow each other to dust.
What matter,
so long as we, reap the profits?
What the--?
Decepticons!
Perhaps we should just use one of
the two omega bombs we're carrying.
Wasteful. One of those
things can vaporize a planet.
Yes. To say nothing of
vaporizing half our profits.
Better to elude them
with another warp gate.
So, which of our clients
will take delivery first?
Simultaneous delivery.
Both planets must survive long
enough for us to get paid.
Internal pressure dropping rapidly.
Seal the breach! Alert the shuttles!
I have it!
Head for the Peace Conference, Sky Lynx!
Give it all you've got!
Come on. Come back to the table.
What'll it cost you?
Your conference is over and
the war will be over soon enough!
Correct! And you are its next casualty!
Just a moment!
The Decepticons give us
less trouble than this!
This Peace Conference is hereby reconvened!
Never! Death to Lanarq!
Not if Xetaxxis dies first!
Stop it! You'll destroy yourselves!
This a peace conference
or a slam dance party?
Observe!
In the third stage,
medium powered handweapons
were sold to both Xetaxxis and Lanarq.
Higher profit margins were not achieved
until the sale of interplanetary weapons.
Unbelievable!
Profit margins?
From blowing up our cities ?!
Fleet sales of warships
increased profits by a factor of five.
Newer weapons sold to Xetaxxis
generated equalising sales
to Lanarq and vice versa.
Quintesson profits from
the Lanarq-Xetaxxis War
have increased steadily for centuries.
A textbook case.
We have endured these horrors so
the Quintessons could profit?
Congratulations.
It's taken you only a few thousand
years to comprehend your folly,
and we shall reward your perceptiveness,
by providing you your
'ultimate weapons' as promised—
already armed,
and set to explode on impact.
Are you ready
-... to take delivery? - Look!
A Quintesson cruiser!
The bombs must be aboard!
- Move! - Go! Go!
Now, Ultra Magnus!
Its working!
One last burst!
And thats how the Quintessons
treat their clients!
I don't like you or your people, Xetaxxan.
We don't like you either,
but we like a pointless war even less.
Then you live on your
world and we live on ours.
Agreed?
I guess they'll never be the best friends,
but at least the shooting is over.
We better lock this thing up on Cybertron.
It's sad, really.
All those centuries of war...
And the only winners...
were the Quintessons.
♪ 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 ♪
For centuries now,
the planets Xetaxxis and Lenarq
have engaged in a
senseless and brutal struggle.
Xetaxxis has been nearly destroyed
by Lenarqan attacks,
while Lenarq has suffered
equal devastation.
Both civilizations will be extinct
within one more generation,
unless these negotiations bring peace.
Thanks for the happy news, Melkorr.
Will the envoys of both planets
shake hands and resolve to
see the process through.
I don't think this is how
a peace process is supposed to begin.
Mmm, a strange signal.
Chaar, answer! This is Predaking.
This is Cyclonus. What news, Predaking?
I am diverting,
to investigate a signal sector 9.
What signal?
Unknown.
It is an old Quintesson frequency.
I'll join you at its source.
Be on alert!
The Autobots may also
have recieved the signal.
There is a probability of combat.
Pleased to hear that, Cyclonus.
Very pleased. Predaking out.
Peculiar. A modified wave signal
on the old Quintesson frequency.
Sky Lynx, Perceptor calling.
Recieving you, Perceptor.
We're intercepting a signal
sourced at coordinates A5xV10.
Where in Prime, is that?
I've always suspected your
astrographic circuits were deficient.
Its in the Angarrix sector.
Mushy circuits, eh?
No wonder we're
late getting back to Cybertron!
Sky Lynx, this may be serious.
That signal is an old Quintesson frequency.
I've locked on to the signal.
We'll trace it for you!
The surface scan fails to
reveal a clearing anywhere.
I can't land. I'll have to drop you.
Well, it's better than
getting bashed into nuts and bolts!
Do the best you can!
I'll track above you!
Looks like we've got some cruising to do.
Must make more speed!
Can't get my arms free!
Just a bit! Got it!
My arms, Steeljaw!
Free my arms!
Thats it!
Just returning the favor!
Outback: I could really learn to
hate cholorophyl in this place!
Stop talking, and keep walking.
Signal's coming from thataway!
Signal is stronger!
We are very close now!
If we're lucky,
we'll find Autobots there!
Thats the source! Name it and claim it.
I'd lovee to,
but I have no idea what it is.
Still with you,
and it ain't been easy!
Look out!
We can't let it crush that cannister!
Look at the cannister!
At ease, Ramhorn. It's just a projection.
I must have triggered it by accident.
Ears Open! Something's being spoken.
Journal 1122 playback,
containing items 379 MW through 793 BQ,
of the Quintesson Journal.
A complete record of
our commercial enterprises,
technical plans and special projects.
Die, Autobots!
Decepticons!
Sky Lynx! Get us out of here!
On my way!
Predacons, unite!
Revenge, on the Autobot Sky Lynx!
One thorough drubbing wasn't
enough, Predaking?
This time you die!
Sky Lynx, enough fun and games!
Get us out of here!
You still need target practice, Predaking!
Everyone, buckle up!
The signal has stopped.
Predaking must have found the source.
Negative, Cyclonus. Autobots!
Decepticons!
I should have known that was all too easy!
Where in the heavens did
that warp gate come from?
They've vanished! But where?
So, that explains it!
The Quintessons came, for their little toy!
That energy field... just drained me.
I hope you find your
accommodations comfortable.
What are you going to do with Sky Lynx?
You cannot transform at the moment.
Just will simply, remain here.
We, thank you for retrieving
this segment of our journal.
Those bars have got good hot swat!
In that case, we'll have to open them up!
Excuse me! You look like you
could use a little energon.
Give me!
Well, these bars present a little
problem, don't you think?
Now, give me!
Be glad to.
Was that as easy as I thought it was?
Answer me, when we're back on Cybertron!
Make sure Sky Lynx is ready to launch.
I'll be right there.
Can you fly, Sky Lynx?
I imagine so,
but I seem unable to transform
while in the range of their disruptors.
Come on, Outback!
Let's get out of here!
Setting course for Cybertron, gentlemen!
Decepticons!
No mercy and no mistakes!
Sky Lynx!
Time to stand and fight, fellows!
No! time to destruct!
Predaking, enough! Prepare to depart.
Not until Sky lynx dies!
I'll say who dies and when!
The ion trail from the
Quintesson ship is very strong.
They are close by.
But you said no
mercy, Galvatron!
Very true, so I will show none!
Decepticons, go away from here! Now!
Lies! Lies and falsehoods!
From your mouth only, Xetaxxan!
- Yeah? - Yeah!
No more talk.
Let our actions speak for ourselves!
And Lanarq shall respond in kind, Xetaxxan!
Uh, this...
might be a good time for a break.
Yeah. Couldn't hurt. Seeing as how
everybody's already left anyway.
This is Aagar of Xetaxxis.
We wish to take delivery.
When does ultimate weapon arrive?
Our vehicle has encountered
turbulence in space.
Shipment of your ultimate weapon was
delayed, but is now enroute to you.
Good! Finally,
the means to crush Xetaxxis forever!
At last, the defeat of the
Lanarqan dogs draws nigh!
This planet appears on no charts.
We can examine this device, undisturbed.
Activate it.
I don't know how the Autobots made it play!
It is useless unless we get playback!
Item four hundred and fifty-seven.
Planet: Tixlara.
This is it! The secrets of
the Quintessons are ours!
A large fleet of Quintesson transport
vessels were sold to Tixlara.
The primitive nuclear fuel requirements
drained the planet's mineral resources,
bringing the Tixlarian economy
under Quintesson control.
This is useless!!
We supply manufacturing
facilities to the planet Alaxuu.
Said facilities were designed to
create atmospheric pollutant imbalance.
The resulting isotopic rains
destroyed all vegetation,
which we replaced with Plantobots
at a substantial profit.
Item 793-BQ:
manipulating of the continuing war
between Xetaxxis and Lanarq.
Aren't those not the two planets...?
Between whom the Galactic Peace Council
is attempting to negotiate a ceasefire.
A case study has been
made of this conflict.
I'll bet they'd love to have that
journal at the peace conference.
Then lets get it along
and bring it on home!
All right. On my signal.
Excalating sales of armaments to
both sides has resulted in continuation--
Autobots! They dare to attack us!
Doom to the intruders!
Look out!
Quintessons!
They've got the journal again!
We cannot permit that
device to be re-purloined!
Give up, weakling Autobots!
The Quintesson journal is ours!
Guess again, Galvatron!
This has to stop! Enough! Enough!
Don't you know any gentler games?
Some peace conference?
Peace? We'll be lucky it doesn't
break out a galactic war.
This reminds me of your
wrestling shows on Earth.
At least those are faked, Rodimus.
We need our ultimate weapon now.
Lanarq must be obliterated!
This is the last straw!
When our ultimate weapon
arrives, we will destroy Xetaxxis!
We must have the weapon
by the next moon orbit!
We understand your situation.
Yes, the device is on board.
Delivery has confirmed your destination.
Transport, out.
We've had enough delays already!
We are ready to proceed!
We know it is urgent.
The device is on board and
we are on schedule.
Delivery has confirmed your destination.
Transport out.
I have never seen two planets
more eager to blow each other to dust.
What matter,
so long as we, reap the profits?
What the--?
Decepticons!
Perhaps we should just use one of
the two omega bombs we're carrying.
Wasteful. One of those
things can vaporize a planet.
Yes. To say nothing of
vaporizing half our profits.
Better to elude them
with another warp gate.
So, which of our clients
will take delivery first?
Simultaneous delivery.
Both planets must survive long
enough for us to get paid.
Internal pressure dropping rapidly.
Seal the breach! Alert the shuttles!
I have it!
Head for the Peace Conference, Sky Lynx!
Give it all you've got!
Come on. Come back to the table.
What'll it cost you?
Your conference is over and
the war will be over soon enough!
Correct! And you are its next casualty!
Just a moment!
The Decepticons give us
less trouble than this!
This Peace Conference is hereby reconvened!
Never! Death to Lanarq!
Not if Xetaxxis dies first!
Stop it! You'll destroy yourselves!
This a peace conference
or a slam dance party?
Observe!
In the third stage,
medium powered handweapons
were sold to both Xetaxxis and Lanarq.
Higher profit margins were not achieved
until the sale of interplanetary weapons.
Unbelievable!
Profit margins?
From blowing up our cities ?!
Fleet sales of warships
increased profits by a factor of five.
Newer weapons sold to Xetaxxis
generated equalising sales
to Lanarq and vice versa.
Quintesson profits from
the Lanarq-Xetaxxis War
have increased steadily for centuries.
A textbook case.
We have endured these horrors so
the Quintessons could profit?
Congratulations.
It's taken you only a few thousand
years to comprehend your folly,
and we shall reward your perceptiveness,
by providing you your
'ultimate weapons' as promised—
already armed,
and set to explode on impact.
Are you ready
-... to take delivery? - Look!
A Quintesson cruiser!
The bombs must be aboard!
- Move! - Go! Go!
Now, Ultra Magnus!
Its working!
One last burst!
And thats how the Quintessons
treat their clients!
I don't like you or your people, Xetaxxan.
We don't like you either,
but we like a pointless war even less.
Then you live on your
world and we live on ours.
Agreed?
I guess they'll never be the best friends,
but at least the shooting is over.
We better lock this thing up on Cybertron.
It's sad, really.
All those centuries of war...
And the only winners...
were the Quintessons.