While Arcee fires at the Terrorcons, Nightbird sees the humans about to leave.]

Nightbird: Uh-uh-uh. Leaving so soon?

[Nightbird fires a bomb that lands in the parking lot.]

Noah: Yo, look out!

[The bomb explodes, pushing the humans away and making them lose the key.]

Arcee: The key!

[Arcee tries to get it, but Battletrap uses his mace to grab a car and swing it at her.]

Scourge: Enough of these games! I’ll get it myself.

Bumblebee: (via radio) Not on my watch!

Nightbird: Oh, don’t be frightened, humans. This'll all be over soon.

[As Nightbird grabs the key, Scourge steps on Prime's back.]

Scourge: And you call yourself a Prime? Primus would be ashamed.

[Scourge draws his blade and readies it for the killing blow. Bumblebee charges forward, taking Prime's axe from the ground and leaping towards Scourge. The Terrorcon whips around, stabbing the Autobot in the abdomen. Bumblebee whimpers, clearly in pain, and drops the axe. Scourge transforms the arm not holding Bumblebee into a cannon.]

Scourge: I'm tired of little things getting in my way!

Prime: Bee!

[Bumblebee retracts his facemask, fixing Optimus with one last look.]

Bumblebee: [audio clips from Dead Poets Society] O Captain, my Captain...

[Optimus retracts his facemask as well.]

Prime: No...!

[Scourge sends an EMP through Bumblebee's body before ripping the insignia off his head and casting him to the ground, right across from Optimus.]

Prime: Bee...

[The light in Bumblebee's eyes fade.]