Pacific Rim: Uprising

My generation, we were born into war.

Giant monsters attacked our world.

We called them Kaiju.

They came through the Breach.

A gateway to another dimension

at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.

They were sent by an alien race on the other side,

the Precursors.

We fought back,

building our own monsters.

Jaegers, giant robots.

So big, they needed two pilots to run 'em.

My father was one of 'em.

He sacrificed himself to help save the world.

I am not my father.

It's been 10 years since we won the war

and closed the Breach.

Most of the world's recovered.

But a few coastal cities never did.

And the world is still picking up the pieces.

But some of us live better in a broken world.

And squatting in half a mansion

is better than paying for some crappy apartment.

Now, in the relief zones, you have to get creative.

You have to hustle,

or somebody else might eat your breakfast.

And your cookies.

And your damn hot sauce.

You know, out here, we place a different value on things.

The Pan Pacific Defense Corps usually looks the other way

as long as you don't go poking around

where you don't belong.

Say, like a decommissioned Jaeger scrapyard.

Big risks mean big reward.

And nothing pays more than stolen Jaeger tech.

Plenty of nutcases out here

trying to slap together their own Jaegers.

But they need the parts to do it.

So if you can steal what no one else can steal,

You can live like a king.

Are you sure it's in here?

Power cores are stripped before they get decommissioned.

But sometimes they miss the tertiary plasma capacitors.

And that's a big score.

This one's still holding a charge.

Oh.

You better hope so.

Okay.

Let's just calm down. Let's not get excited.

I'm just playing the odds here.

You cheated Barada in Juarez, skipped out on Chau in Hong Kong.

Now that was a misunderstanding.

And stole from me in my own backyard.

Now I'm stealing for you. Circle of life.

We good?

You deliver,

and, yeah, we're good.

Okay.

Let's get rich.

Let's.

Target lock.

Where is it?

Target lock.

Hey, man, uh, just a little situation.

It says it's here,

it's supposed to be right there,

but you know what, let me just figure this out

Target lock.

Somebody please kill this guy for me.

Target moving.

No, no, no. It's here.

You, wait, wait! Someone else is in here.

Someone else has the capacitor.

Now, let's go. Come on. Jake!

Jake! Hey, wait!

You son of a...

Go! Go, go!

Split up. Go!

Hey!

Come on, Jake!

Hey, boss, he went over here!

Go, go, go, go!

I see him. I see him.

Jake, Jake, Jake.

Nice try.

Yeah.

Jake! We're good.

Jake!

(MUFFLED) Jake, you son of a...

Target lock.

Target lock.

Target lock.

Hey! Get back here with that!

Target moving.

How old are you? Old enough to kick your ass.

Ah, ah, ah.

Let's take a second. Back up.

Back up.

You build this thing yourself?

What do you think?

I think I can sell your little toy for a whole lot of money.

Scrapper's not a toy, and she's not for sale.

The man holding the pipe says she is.

So listen up...

You led them here?

That's impossible.

Hey!

Ah, what the hell, man.

Come on, come on, come on!

Yes! It works!

Okay.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey! Get out.

What are you doing? No, no, no.

Where is it? Stop! Hey!

Don't touch that. Hey!

What are you doing? Stop!

Where's the other one? The other what?

The other cradle. A Jaeger needs two pilots.

Scrapper is small enough to run on a single neural lobe.

All right, then you get out, and you let me pilot.

Get out!

Screw that.

Told you she's not a toy. You're gonna get us killed.

I can get us out of here. I just got us out.

Oh, my God.

That's November Ajax.

Pilots of unregistered Jaeger,

this is the Pan Pacific Defense Corps.

Power down and exit your Conn-Pod.

No, no, no. Don't, don't, don't. Don't give up.

You give up way too easy.

That's what they think.

Stop.

You're in violation of Code 10 Section 14.

Operation of an unregistered Jaeger.

Hang on. I am hanging on!

Hang tighter.

Seriously?

Stop.

See?

I just out-piloted November Ajax.

No, you didn't.

Did.

Didn't.

Okay. What do you got? And I'm not getting out.

One of those ion cells redundant?

No! They are now.

But we need them. Get up to Ajax's head.

What? Go!

Power down.

Low power warning. Twelve percent.

I told you we needed that!

It worked, didn't it?

Eleven percent.

How long before Ajax can reboot his systems?

About that long.

Power down.

This is your final warning.

All right, let's go.

Look what you did to my Jaeger, you jerk!

Should have let me pilot.

Oh, like this is my fault?

You compromised my command center.

Wow. Your command center?

Yes. My command center. Wait. Sorry, I didn't hear that.

Your command center? Yes!

And you had no place to come in and try to tell me what to do.

I go wherever I want. It's a different world.

'Cause it really worked out well, right?

Look where we're at.

Your top lip and your bottom lip,

they need to meet and become friends.

Smart. That's a good one.

They need to close up, all right? Shut up.

Shut up. Conversation done. Yeah, I can.