November 5th, 2140.
We are making our way outside the fortress.
Several hostages rescued from the pods, including
Commander Jarrod's wife and little son.
High radiation detected. We move on sight.
The Sentinel is out there.
All weapons ready.
It's here!
Run, run, run! Go!
Son of a bitch.
No!
It's done. The calibration is correct.
I'm not sure we should celebrate these numbers.
Celebrate no, but... but this shows us the correct timing.
The President won't approve that mission.
This time we're going to go for broke...
The names approved by The President.
So these are our heroes.
Let's find them.
Okay, my turn.
You have been chosen.
All right!
Okay, now finish 'cause I don't have all day.
Oh, yeah!
You have been chosen.
Two down.
This one, Damon.
His communicator is not reachable.
Scan the facial recognators.
-Don't you find it strange? -What?
The choice.
Are these the only hope we have?
Of course not. Don't you see it yet?
Do you still think I'm crazy?
Found him.
The lower levels.
Better you than me.
The drinks are on the house.
The exchangers on level 67 are breaking down.
The filters?
If we don't get resupplied soon...
You remember the battle at Aitken Basin?
Yeah, I remember,
Damon, the Demon.
We were training for months.
Young, dumb, and full of fucking cum.
Never been so scared in my life.
And they were human.
Look, we fought to be here,
not realizing that the fight was back on Earth.
How could you? We've been stuck on this rock for how long?
Thirty years?
Yeah, I don't too much like our chances.
That's why I signed up.
The mission?
What am I gonna do if you are gone?
Learn to eat with your left hand.
Fuck off!
You don't answer your calls.
I'm on break.
You've been chosen.
Three of us.
Last hope for mankind.
Damn it, Doc, we're through.
If you have any second thoughts,
this is the time to let us know.
We have backup candidates.
AI did find you to be the best choices
based on your backgrounds,
your tests, your skills,
and, of course, the simulations.
Uh, in the simulations, everybody died.
Stopping the invasion and saving Earth.
No second thoughts.
Failure is not an option.
Let's do this.
BEBOP!
Come to papa.
Really, old man?
This is a Bionically Enhanced Body Protection System.
A marine's best friend.
You give it a command and you're protected from bullets,
small lasers, biologicals, chemicals.
What about radiation?
For you?
About an hour and a half and then you're cooked.
We're not going for a spacewalk,
but you'll thank the suit if we encounter any G forces.
Don't underestimate the physical stress of gravity.
After so many years on the moon,
our bodies ain't built for it.
Especially you, beauty.
You never set foot on the mother planet.
We upgraded the helmet comms,
so that your voices will be recorded in a cloud,
and Jarrod will launch upon your arrival.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. I can walk and chew gum at the same time, Doc.
That's my job.
What's so funny?
Damon, we need you to focus on the main mission.
What is your mission?
Go to Earth, kick some ass,
find the big boss and blow his ass to oblivion.
I couldn't have put it better.
Now, we do know they used a portal for the invasion.
And your target is right in the middle of that first electric storm.
My readings show that the portal is still being guarded by someone
or something,
and that something, we call the "Sentinel."
All we know about this Sentinel is from these old transmissions.
Everything is five by five.
Liftoff was nominal.
We are go for insertion.
I am reading you loud and clear, over.
Well, not too bad for an old shuttle, eh?
Yeah, it's like putting a school bus on a race track.
I hate doing this, but this is the big one.
Yes, Mr. President.
- Okay, enough, enough. - Come on, let's go.
You know, the hardest thing about this stuff
is faking the sincerity. You know what I mean?
I do, Mr. President.
Okay, and we're live in three, two...
My fellow Lunarians
and Moonlings,
today, I speak to you not as your president
or your leader,
but as a representative
of all of humanity.
We came here as pioneers,
determined to build a dream,
just as our beloved Earth was suffering civilization's worst nightmare.
We watched helplessly.
It seemed like the end of time.
We made
that painful decision
to hide...
silently...
as everything fell apart all around us.
But not today.
Today, three of us,
three brave heroes of the moon,
will prove that there is no weapon in the universe
as formidable as the willpower and moral courage
of brave men and women.
Our adversary does not have this weapon,
and never will.
Today, we arise
and say, for all the galaxy to hear,
we have the right
to fight for our existence, for our freedom.
Godspeed and good luck to you heroes of the Moon...
and all of humanity.
Astronauts,
you heard the President.
You are our heroes,
so don't fuck it up.
All green here, over.
-All green here. -Check.
Affirmative.
Copy. Enjoy your flight.
It's cruise time, pussies.
I don't care what you do, you can pray, sleep,
just don't bother me.
BEBOP, playlist 13.
But, hey,
everything is still going as planned, right?
What?
Nothing, Mr. President.
What do you think?
I'm gonna bust my ass all these years and then what?
Turn it over to a bunch of miners?
Hell, no.
The last survivors of the human race.
There's still a lot to live for.
Especially if you're president.
Yes, sir, Mr. President.
Ah! What the fuck!
What have you done?
And return it 'cause I saw you back in the lab.
What the fuck is going on here?
He's up to something.
I'm just... I'm just following the plan, the, the real plan.
The... The real plan?
What are you up to?
I hacked the AI.
You did what?
We've been working on this for years. You don't...
You don't understand.
Encrypted communication from ground control.
Fuck you, Doc!
Fuck you, Jarrod!
How do we turn this piece of shit around?
Listen! Just listen to what he has to say.
Jarrod, before I die, I'mma make you scream.
The simulations, you were right, Robin.
There is no way the planned mission was ever gonna succeed.
We are going to use gravity to bend time.
You talking about time travel?
It's been tested and it works.
We use gravity.
Think of it like, uh, a bullet that's shot so fast,
it's hitting the target before it's even left the gun.
Jarrod, shut the fuck up.
But your subatomic particles need to find spaces
to move through space and in time.
And in order to avoid your being literally squashed
by a proton power wave...
We can understand fast bullets just fine.
Let me in. What's going on?
There is a malfunction.
We are trying to solve the problem.
Now you're gonna drug us?
This is our first dose of Neutron Bouncer to...
Well, with this, you're not getting squashed.
Is that the technical term, asshole?
Get that shit out of my face.
-Hell, no! -Robin, you have to take it.
Robin!
Robin, you have to do it now.
Take the shot, Robin.
Put on your helmet and take the shot.
In your BEBOPs, you have one more Neutron Bouncer.
That is our return ticket.
Let's go for a ride!
Whoo!
Finally. What happened?
I'm not sure. This module started falling apart.
Robin!
The shields!
Robin! The shields!
They're... They're not working.
What the hell?
It's working!
What? What?
Doctor...
They are fluctuating. But Robin...
What is fluctuating? - Nothing, it's just a glitch.
We don't have any shields!
And no landing gear!
It doesn't end this way!
I'm sorry, Doctor. I think my task is over.
It was planned.
It was fucking well planned, I tell you.
This was sabotage.
Without shields,
they went way off target.
The capsule crashed...
20 miles from the fortress.
But what about the vitals? When did the vitals disappear?
Here...
and here.
Right over the electric storm.
But it could mean anything.
But it could mean everything.
BEBOP, light and scan.
BEBOP, recording.
Jarrod Edwards,
mission time elapsed,
nine minutes, 14 seconds.
Damon? Robin?
Are you online?
We are operational.
I'm in the southwest wing of the fortress.
All quiet.
My fellow Lunarians and Moonlings,
today, we witnessed a tragic event.
And sharing it with you now
breaks my heart twice.
Our mission, our hopes,
disintegrated in Earth's atmosphere.
By some...
unpredictable event.
This day has turned into more darkness.
That was pre-recorded!
Let us mourn our heroes today.
You did this!
But tomorrow,
we begin the search for answers.
What happened here,
and who is responsible?
They will come after us now.
Seal the door.
We've got to copy everything on the hard drives
and destroy everything else.
And find another place, fast.
What the fuck, Doc? The portal isn't supposed to be opened yet.
Shit.
What time did you send us to?
BEBOP record.
Damon Singleton, alive.
Time elapsed...
eight minutes, 14 seconds.
Bad news is...
I don't think we're in the right time.
The portal's still open.
And this storm looks like it's keeping it open.
Keep your head on a swivel.
There's no telling how long the enemy's been here.
On the move.
No threat detected.
BEBOP, flashlight.
We are operational.
I'm in the southwest wing of the fortress.
Oh, is that you, Jarrod?
When I get my hands on you,
I'mma beat you like you stole something.
Damon?
Robin?
Communications working,
but possibly blocked by the concrete walls.
I'm going deeper into the fortress.
Copy.
Going in.
BEBOP, laser.
Access denied.
No cooperation. Door still sealed.
I request security to Lab 1, sector 32.
Are you sure this is going to work?
Well, we're going to find out.
Oh, shit.
Emergency exit activated in Lab 1!
Security breach! I request to override the system!
-Freeze! -Drop it!
Drop it!
Oh, fuck, get out!
Shit.
Air on Earth is heavy.
BEBOP, track target!
Unable, target too close.
Target too close.
- Enabled. - Do it!
Damon? Robin?
I can hear you loud and clear, Jarrod.
Damn it, Jarrod.
You're really close.
Lil' Jar Jar, where you at?
Jarrod?
What's your position?
Where you at, Jar Jar?
Jarrod, what's your position?
Lifeform detected.
BEBOP, zoom out.
Shit.
I can see a person
in the tunnel.
And the scanner's showing several more lifeforms.
Proceeding with caution.
Ma'am?
Ma'am.
I'm here to help.
Shit, they're coming!
Who's coming, Jarrod?
Who's coming?
What's your position, Jarrod?
BEBOP, welder.
Be advised...
not all humans are going to be friendlies.
Some of them seem to be under the control of something.
Maybe even the Sentinel itself.
Shit.
BEBOP, flashlight off.
We are working with sticks and rocks here.
I can't make a connection with sticks and rocks.
Lunarians! The President fucked us!
J, what the hell are you doing?
That mission we launched,
the one you saw blow up? It's still running.
Do you mean, the travelers are still alive?
Very likely.
But we need your help
to establish an up-link and prove we're right!
I got enough conspiracy theories here.
Have another drink.
I lost a friend there.
We can prove that two travelers survived.
The capsule crashed on Earth without shields,
but two of them survived.
We have the data here.
And who disengaged the shields?
The President?
No, I did.
They made me do it.
You won't ever have to worry about money.
All your past...
gone.
You are a free man now, they said.
Why would you want us to think they are all dead?
I told you, you can't control hope.
If we have an alternative, he's gonna lose everything.
I have been in their lab. We could try to hack them.
Good. Okay.
Is there a hacker here?
Sure. Me.
We need access to an external transmitter.
I worked on the satellite system.
There is an abandoned transmitter on the far side of Sector 3.
If we use the line running above the level,
we can create a connection.
I will go.
Commander!
I found an intruder.
Who are you?
How did you get into the fortress?
I don't recognize this technology.
I am from the moon base.
That shit-hole?
Well, boy,
this is not stinky miners equipment.
And we don't like jokes.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, we're... I'm on the same side.
I personally built this equipment to take down the Sentinel.
He killed my...
My... whole family.
We don't need another lone wolf.
We sacrificed a lot to get here.
People like you can fuck up everything.
I will follow you. I will follow your orders.
-And no hero shit. -No, sir.
Do I know you?
Damn, Doctor, I wish you could see this right now.
Damon, Jarrod, Doctor, anybody?
Jarrod!
Is that you?
Can you hear me?
Mark your positions.
I'm coming in.
BEBOP, laser.
Damon was here, pussies.
Shit!
Almost there.
Almost there!
Sir.
-Sir! -Quiet.
Leland! Here! I am here!
This! This one!
Faster!
What is this?
Do you really live on the moon?
These are infective pods.
This is the only time the Sentinel is not around.
It needs to activate the portal and the pods.
But why are they infecting people?
Part of the infected are used as Sentinel's army.
They capture other people and bring them here.
It's still fried.
Oh, let me see what I can do.
Hold this.
Show me your back.
Hey, Doc!
Stay Alert! We're online. We're back online!
That brilliant son of a bitch did it!
It works! It works! I'm receiving all the data, but...
What is this?
Can we connect this to the monitors?
They're on different timelines. How did...
What the hell happened?
We use gravity.
Think of it like a bullet that's shot so fast,
it's hitting the target before it's even left the gun.
What about the vitals? When did the vitals disappear?
Here...
and here.
Damon? Robin?
I can hear you loud and clear, Jarrod. You're really close.
Stay back!
We need to move! Now!
Go! Go!
What are you doing? C'mon! C'mon!
Just go!
Found Sector Delta.
Rendezvous as planned.
Confirm your position, please.
Damon.
I'm in Sector Delta too, but...
it's a big messy place and
I don't wanna be too loud.
Can you identify your position?
Robin!
Jarrod!
I'm at Sector Delta, Area 19.
I repeat, Area 19.
Where the fuck are you guys?
Damon,
I'm here in Sector 19.
Where are you?
Are you playing some kind of game?
Doc, this note's for you.
I can't make contact with Robin or Jarrod.
I think this mission's seriously compromised.
Damon, what are you...
Damon!
I can now say that something went terribly wrong during the time jump.
I'm in the right position, but not at the right time.
All of Jarrod's files are dated 14 years ago.
The portal's already open and the Sentinels are here.
And we failed.
Failure...
is not...
an option.
Failure is not an option!
Do you hear me, Damon?
I'm at the rendezvous point, but nobody else showed up.
I'm afraid the others are lost.
Lost?
Damon, I'm right here!
And I plan to go down fighting.
Never really knew Jarrod,
but I'm gonna miss the little short-legged bastard.
And I never met anyone as balls-out and badass as she was.
It's never easy losing good people.
Bad people, either.
God knows I lost my share.
But if there's two things I learned,
how to adapt...
and how to get shit done.
Doc,
we got this.
Over.
You're balls-out badass.
Yeah.
BEBOP, laser.
It's here.
No!
Back up!
Run, run, run! Go!
Son of a bitch.
I'm here, you bastard!
Look at me!
I'm fucking here!
Let's go classic with this one.
BEBOP, track 16.
Robin!
Doctor, is that you?
Robin, you're alive!
I'm here alone, Doc.
Do not give up, Robin. Don't give up now.
Jarrod and Damon are in different timelines,
but fighting your same fight.
Doctor.
We may have a problem.
Sentinel uses electricity, do you still have your EMP?
Positive.
It won't last long, but it will neutralize it for a short time.
Doc, it's time we say goodbye.
The next stop of those guards will be right here.
You all should go. Now.
Drinks are still free.
There has to be something we can still do.
These are the recordings downloaded from the cloud.
I'm here, you bastard!
Look at me!
I'm fucking here!
Shit!
I'm not afraid of you.
No. No.
Look at me. Look at me!
The explosion destroyed Sentinel's weapon.
Now Damon and Robin can fight him.
Damon?
Is that you?
Failure is not an option, remember?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, stay with me. I need you.
I waited for you all these years.
No, no, no, no!
We're in alarm! Seal the President's unit now!
What the hell was that?
What's going on?
I'm trying to figure that out, Mr. President.
There's been a spike in the energy.
It looks...
It looks like...
It's here!
Ah!
Hey! Take this.
Charge!
Welcome to the Moon.
All right, listen to me. Erase the files.
All right, delete them! Delete them, and get my capsule ready.
And, uh, the, uh...
The case.
Destroy the case.
I don't want it to fall into the wrong hands, especially not a...
A fucking alien monster.
Mr. President! Mr. President!
What? I'm in the middle of this.
They killed it.
-What? -They killed it.
It's confirmed.
Did you destroy the case already?
All right, put it back!
Set up the cameras.
Okay, get ready.
I'm gonna be a goddamn hero.
Got the moon in shot, right?
My fellow Lunarians, Moonlings,
today, willpower and moral courage,
the basic fiber of...
Let's take a break.
I could really go for a drink right now.
Don't get too comfortable.
Do you think we should go back in time and save Jarrod?
Hell, yeah. I still need to kick his ass.
But you think we could go back to a time when I was younger?