Pacific Rim Page #7

AI:
Elbow rocket...

...engaged.

RALEIGH:
Now!

(GROANS)

Hang on, Mako!

Plasma cannon, now!

AI:
Plasma cannon engaged.

RALEIGH:
Empty the clip!

Empty the clip!

(GROANING)

Wait.

I think this guy's dead.

But let's check for a pulse.

Okay.

No pulse.

(ALL CHATTERING)

(CHATTERING STOPS)

(THUMPING AND PEOPLE

SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)

(THUMP)

(ALL GASP)

He stopped right above us.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. This isn't a refuge.

This is a buffet line!

(THUMPING AND ALL GASP)

He knows I'm here.

- He knows I'm here!

- Shh. He knows we're all here.

No, you don't understand, he's trying

to get me! He knows I'm here!

(IN CANTONESE)

What was she saying?

I gotta get out of here!

Let me out of here!

Oh, come on!

Those were expensive glasses.

This is the worst.

(THUMPING AND ALL GASP)

(ALL SCREAMING AND CLAMORING)

(CAR ALARM WAILING)

AI:
Torque...

...engaged.

(SCREECHING)

(ROARING)

RALEIGH:
I can't pinpoint it.

It's moving quick. Keep your eyes open.

Choppers, do you have a visual? Over.

(SCREECHING)

Come on!

I'll hold it!

- Vent the coolant on the left flank!

AI:
- Coolant venting.

MAKO:
Venting coolant.

(GROANING)

(CHITTERING THEN SQUAWKING)

AI:
Atmosphere loss in progress.

Temperature's dropping!

We're losing oxygen!

Both plasma...

...cannons are shot.

We're out of options, Mako.

(IN JAPANESE)

Sword deployment.

(SCREECHES)

Altitude actuation off-balance.

50,000 feet to ground contact.

Look, there!

Altitude loss...

...critical.

40,000 feet.

Gipsy, listen to me!

PENTECOST:
Loosen all the shock

absorbers, use your gyroscope...

...as balance and ball up!

It's your only chance!

AI:
20,000...

...feet.

RALEIGH:
Fuel purge!

Now!

AI:
Impact alert.

RALEIGH:
We're coming in too fast.

We're coming in too fast!

Brace for it, Mako!

(CAR ALARMS WAILING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(CROWD CHEERING)

RALEIGH:
Mako, talk to me.

Mako, you okay?

You?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

- Go to Dr. Geiszler now!

- Yes, sir!

I want the two remaining Jaegers back

to 100 percent functionality.

Yes, sir!

HANNIBAL:
We're gonna harvest...

...the skin, the talons and the wing.

Germans are gonna go nuts

for that stuff.

Let me see that map.

Here is where the Kaiju fell, here's

where we concentrate our efforts.

- We'll get it, boss.

- Right.

NEWT:
Hey!

Okay.

Guess who's back,

you one-eyed b*tch?

And you owe me a Kaiju brain.

(CROWD CHEERING)

HERC:
Raleigh!

My kid'd never admit it...

...but he's grateful.

We both are.

(DOOR OPENS)

PENTECOST:
Mr. Becket!

Miss Mori!

In all of my years fighting...

...I've never...

...seen anything like that.

Well done.

Proud of you.

Proud of us all.

But...

...as harsh as it sounds...

...there is no time to celebrate.

We lost two crews.

No time to grieve.

Reset that clock.

(ALL MURMURING)

Reset the clock.

(CHATTERING)

(CHITTERING)

I still can't believe what you did to

me. I mean, I could have been eaten.

Well, that was definitely the plan.

Lucky for you, that didn't

become necessary, huh?

Thank you so much, you're so kind.

I really appreciate all of this.

But now do you mind telling me

exactly what is taking so long...

...for your

workers to get that brain?

Well, they pump the cavity

full of CO2...

...just like in any other

laparoscopic surgery.

NEWT:
Okay, yes, obviously.

The CO2's gonna delay

the acidic reaction, yes.

And it allows us to harvest.

But our boys need oxygen

pumped into their suits.

They move slow.

What's going on in there, boys?

MAN:
We've reach...

...the upper pelvic area. Unh.

Moving to the 25th vertebra.

Sh*t.

Even through the suit, boss,

it smells like dead catfish in here.

Boss.

The secondary brain...

- ...is damage.

- Aw.

- It's ruin.

- B*tch!

How could they screw that up?

Wait. Wait.

What was that?

Did he say "wait"? Why wait?

Do you hear that?

It's like a heartbeat.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God, this can't be.

Hold on a second.

Hey! Let me have that!

Shh, shh! Listen, listen!

Listen to this.

(RHYTHMIC BEATING OVER RADIO)

It's pregnant.

(RUSTLING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREECHING)

(ALL CLAMORING)

(NEWT GRUNTING)

(ROARING)

NEWT:
No, no! Please.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

HANNIBAL:
I knew it.

- Unh.

Gone.

His lungs weren't fully formed.

Umbilical cord tied around his neck.

No way he could survive outside

the womb for more than a minute.

One look, that's all I needed.

I knew he wouldn't make it.

(GRUNTS)

(NEWT GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

Ugly little bastard.

Anyway, I would...

(ROARING)

(NEWT WHIMPERING)

(PANTING)

(COUGHING)

How sick are you?

And why didn't you tell me?

Uh...

What's to tell?

You know, them Mark 1s, we scraped

them bad boys together in 14 months.

Last thing we were thinking about

was radiation shielding.

I ran nearly a dozen missions.

I stayed under the medical radar

for a while...

...but the last time I jockeyed

was in Tokyo.

I finished the fight solo...

...but for three hours...

...I burned.

They warned me if I ever stepped foot...

...into a Jaeger again,

the toll would be too much.

You and I are the only two

that ever ran solo combat.

That's why I brought you here.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

- What is it?

- Sir, it's happening.

I just got two signatures with

unprecedented dilation, 40-meter spikes.

What category?

Checking the ratios, Category 4.

Where're they headed?

That's the thing, they're not heading

anywhere. They're hovering...

...just above the Breach.

It's like they're protecting it...

- ...or something.

- All right, Gipsy, Striker on deck.

Sir, Herc cannot ride. His arm...

You heard me.

Two signatures. Two?

There are two Kaiju signatures in

the Breach, not three like I predicted!

Hermann! I haven't exactly

had a very good day, okay?

I got about 5 minutes...

Should be three Kaijus.

...before brain death occurs here!

I don't wanna spend it talking...

- ...about your theories!

- This is all wrong!

There should be three Kaijus

coming through, not two!

There should be three and there's two?

I'm sorry, it hurts to be wrong.

I am not wrong, but there is something

here we don't understand.

Hopefully we can argue about

any mistakes you made...

...in your predictive model in the future!

But in the meantime, the neural interface...

...is way off the charts!

If you want to help, help with that!

GOTTLIEB:
Newton, I am not wrong.

There is only one way

to make sure...

...and that is to do this...

...together.

I'll go with you.

That's what the Jaeger pilots do,

share the neural load.

You're serious?

You would do that for me?

Or you would do that with me?

Well, with worldwide destruction

a certain alternative...

...do I really have a choice?

Then say it with me, my man:

"We're gonna own...

...this bad boy!"

By Jove, we are going to own

this thing for sure!

(NEWT LAUGHS)

CHUCK:
Oi, Tendo. Tendo!

You're not suited up.

Yeah, I'm aware of that, Elvis.

I need to know what's going on.

He said suit up, so suit up.

Tendo, I can't pilot Striker

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