Most scenes together: Jake Pentecost & Nate Lambert (4), Jake Pentecost & Amara Namani (3), Amara Namani & Nate Lambert (2)
No! NO!!! [Grunts in rage] Okay, you know what? Plan B. Always a Plan B.
[Newt turns around to see Nate behind him. Nate punches Newt in the face, sending him to the ground unconscious.]
My drones are the next step in Jaeger Evolution. The system I designed process in command through a quantum data core. This means that a single pilot can operate the drone remotely– from anywhere in the world. As soon as the council approves deployment, based on Secretary-General Mori's final report, the days of struggling to find and train drift compatible pilots will be a thing in the past.
And you think a bunch of desk jockeys are better than us?
We are not here to shut you down. Cooperation between our programs has never been more vital. If there are any questions.
We are pilots, not a bunch of office workers!
And now we're shouting. There's no need to shout.
[Jake leaves, with Mako following behind.]
I'm sorry. You don't deserve this.
It was my fault. This is on me.
Amara. [Amara turns to her] The next Jaeger you build– make it a big one.
[Amara stares at Viktoriya before heading out with the two officers. The other cadets look on.]
She jumped me!
She doesn't belong here!
I DON'T CARE! You know, when I first joined the Corp, I was just like you. Worse, I was nobody. But that woman we laid to rest today, Mako Mori. She said: Whoever you are, the minute you enter this program, you join a family. And no matter what they do, no matter how stupid they may act sometimes, you forgive them and you move on. So you start believing that, in here. And you'll start believing in a Jaeger.
Amara Namani/Jake Pentecost: Hang on!
Amara Namani/Jake Pentecost: I am hanging on!
Amara Namani/Jake Pentecost: Hang tighter!
What did you just do?
What I've been planning the last ten years...I'm ending the world.
Ready for this?
No. You?
No.
Take out his legs! We gotta get outta here!
Plasma cannon!
Think we pissed him off.
Good. You remember our old move?
Hell yeah.
He looks hurt.
Go for its power core!
You think this is over, huh? You think you saved your crappy little world?! We're gonna keep coming! We are never going to stop! And sooner or later, YOUR LUCK IS GOING TO RUN OUT!!!.
No. The things in your head? Precursors? Tell 'em we're not afraid. Tell 'em next time, they won't need to worry about coming for us. Cause we're gonna come for them.
Yeah, that's right! You better run! [To Ilya] These things ain't that tough. [Flips off Hakuja along with Ilya]
My generation, we were born into war. Giant monsters attacked our world. We called them, "Kaiju". They came from 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 them. 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 you 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 means 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.
Why would I do this? Well– I guess I wouldn't. Not normally, not really my style. Yeah, no, I don't know. Maybe I hate you all for treating me like an insignificant, little joke of a man. Maybe that's why he did it, Hermann. I did it. Well, let's see– There you go. There's the problem. I'm just not feeling totally myself these days.
