Pacific Rim

When I was a kid, whenever I'd feel small or lonely...

...I'd look up at the stars.

Wondered if there was life up there.

Turns out I was looking in the wrong direction.

When alien life entered our world it was from deep beneath the Pacific Ocean.

A fissure between two tectonic plates.

A portal between dimensions.

The Breach.

I was 15 when the first Kaiju made land in San Francisco.

By the time tanks, jets and missiles took it down...

...six days and 35 miles later...

...three cities...

...were destroyed.

Tens of thousands...

...of lives were lost.

We mourned...

...our dead...

...memorialized the attack...

...and moved on.

[PEOPLE CLAMORING AND KAIJU ROARING]

And then, only six months later...

...the second attack...

...hit Manila.

The acid factor of the Kaiju blood...

...creates a toxic phenomenon named Kaiju Blue.

And then the third one hit Cabo.

And then the fourth.

And then we learned...

...this was not gonna stop.

This was just the beginning.

We needed...

...a new weapon.

The world came together...

...pooling its resources and throwing aside...

...old rivalries...

...for the sake of the greater good.

To fight monsters...

...we created monsters of our own.

The Jaeger program...

...was born.

There were setbacks at first.

The neural load to interface...

...with a Jaeger proved too much for a single pilot.

A two-pilot system was implemented.

Left-hemisphere, right-hemisphere pilot control.

We started winning.

Jaegers stopping Kaijus everywhere.

But the Jaegers were only as good as their pilots.

So Jaeger pilots...

...turned into rock stars.

Danger...

...turned into propaganda.

Kaijus...

...into toys.

We got really good at it.

Winning.

Then...

Then it all...

...changed.

Gipsy Danger report to Bay 08, level A-42.

Kaiju. Code name: Knifehead. Category 3. 8700 metric tons.

Yo, Yancy, wake up! Movement...

...in the Breach.

-Hey, come on! We're being deployed. -Great.

-Good morning. -Morning.

Kaiju's a Category 3, biggest one yet.

Code name: Knifehead.

-What time is it? -Two.

A.M.?

Yep.

What do you say? Fifth notch on the belt?

Come on, Beckets.

Time for the drop.

Hey, kid.

Yeah?

Don't get cocky.

Years before...

...you wouldn't have picked my brother Yancy and I for heroes.

No chance.

All right, let's suit up and kick some ass!

We were never star athletes.

Never at the head of the class.

But we could hold our own in a fight.

And it turned out we had...

...a unique skill:

We were Drift compatible.

Data on helmet.

Data relay gel dispersing in circuitry suit.

Good morning, Becket boys!

-Tendo, what's happening, my man? -How'd that date with Alison...

...go last night, Mr. Choi?

Oh, she loved me. Her boyfriend? Not so much.

You're gonna get your ass kicked.

Ha, ha. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, brother.

Engage drop, Mr. Choi.

Engaging drop, sir.

Marshal Pentecost on deck.

Securing the Conn Pod.

Getting ready to drop.

Conn Pod door lock secure.

-Release for drop. Gipsy Danger...

...ready for the big drop.

-Here we go. -Yeah!

Here we go!

Coupling confirmed, sir.

Engage pilot-to-pilot protocol.

Engaging now. Pilot to-pilot connection...

...protocol sequence.

Gipsy launch, Bay 6.

Gipsy Danger...

-...ready and aligned, sir. Rangers, this is Marshal...

...Stacker Pentecost. Prepare for neural handshake.

Starting in 15 seconds.

Fourteen...

...thirteen...

...twelve, eleven, ten.

Ready to step into my head, kid?

Please, after you. Age...

...before beauty, old man. Pilot-to-pilot connection...

...protocol sequence.

Neural handshake initiated.

The Drift.

Jaeger tech.

Based on DARPA jet fighter neural systems.

Two pilots, mind-melding through memories...

...with the body of a giant machine.

The deeper the bond...

...the better you fight.

Neural handshake...

...strong and holding.

Right hemisphere is calibrating.

Left hemisphere...

...calibrating.

Proofed...

...and transmitting.

Gentlemen, your orders...

...are to hold the miracle mile off Anchorage. Copy?

Copy that, sir.

Sir, there's still a civilian vessel in the Gulf--

You're protecting a city of two million people.

You will not risk those lives for a boat that holds ten.

-Am I clear? Yes...

-...sir. -Man, that's cold.

You know what I'm thinking.

I'm in your brain.

-I know. -Then let's go fishing.

Here we go!

Come on, bro! Put some muscle to it!

Worry about yourself, kiddo!

There are things you can't fight, acts of God.

You see a hurricane coming...

...you have to get out of the way.

But when you're in a Jaeger, suddenly...

...you can fight the hurricane.

You can win.

Get them tied down...

...and go down below! Now!

How far to the mainland?

Seven miles off Anchorage, sir.

But we won't even make it past the shallows.

McTIGHE: No, we won't!

What about that island three miles east?

McTIGHE: No! It's two miles, sir.

One mile, sir!

It's getting closer.

1ST OFFICER: How the hell...

...can it be getting closer?

Kaiju.

Harder starboard!

Turn her around!

Now!

1ST OFFICER: Oh, God! What the hell?

Hang on!

Ship secure.

-Adjust the torque! -I'm on it.

Torque locked.

Get him. Come on.

-Shoot him. I'm on it! I'm on it!

Discharge reading, sir.

Plasma cannon in the shallow shelves...

...seven miles off the coastal line. -Gipsy...

-...what the hell is going on? -Job's done, sir.

Lit it up twice. Bagged our fifth kill.

-You disobeyed a direct order! Respectfully, sir...

...we intercepted a Kaiju...

...and saved everyone...

-...on that boat. -Get back to your post. Now!

Yes, sir.

Kaiju signature rising!

That thing's still alive, sir.

Gipsy!

We're still getting a signature!

That Kaiju is still alive!

Grab the boat and get out of there.

You copy?

Grab the boat and get out of there now!