Sentinel (2024)

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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!

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 f*cking 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.

f*ck 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 d*ed.

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 b*ll*ts,

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 w*apon

in the universe

as formidable

as the willpower

and moral courage

of brave men and women.

Our adversary does not

have this w*apon,

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 f*ck 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 f*ck!

What have you done?

And return it 'cause

I saw you back in the lab.

What the f*ck

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.

f*ck you, Doc!

f*ck you, Jarrod!

How do we turn

this piece of sh*t 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 b*llet

that's sh*t so fast,

it's hitting the target

before it's even left the g*n.

Jarrod, shut the f*ck 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 b*ll*ts 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, assh*le?

Get that sh*t out of my face.

-Hell, no!

-Robin, you have to take it.

Robin!

Robin, you have to do it now.

Take the sh*t, Robin.

Put on your helmet

and take the sh*t.

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 f*cking 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 f*ck, Doc?

The portal isn't supposed

to be opened yet.

sh*t.

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 thr*at 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 b*at 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.

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, sh*t.

Emergency exit

activated in Lab 1!

Security breach!

I request to override

the system!

-Freeze!

-Drop it!

Drop it!

Oh, f*ck, get out!

sh*t.

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.

sh*t.

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.

sh*t, they're coming!

sh*t, 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.

sh*t.

BEBOP, flashlight off.

We are working

with sticks and rocks here.

I can't make a connection

with sticks and rocks.

Lunarians!

The President f*cked 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 sh*t-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 k*lled my...

My... whole family.

We don't need

another lone wolf.

We sacrificed

a lot to get here.

People like you can

f*ck up everything.

I will follow you.

I will follow your orders.

-And no hero sh*t.

-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.

sh*t!

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!

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 b*llet

that's sh*t so fast,

it's hitting the target

before it's even left the g*n.

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 f*ck 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!

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 sh*t 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 f*cking 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 f*cking here!

sh*t!

I'm not afraid of you.

I'm not afraid of you.

I'm not afraid of you.

I'm not afraid of you.

No. No.

Look at me. Look at me!

Look at me. Look at me!

The expl*si*n destroyed

Sentinel's w*apon.

Now Damon and Robin

can fight him.

Damon?

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.

The case.

Destroy the case.

I don't want it to fall into

the wrong hands,

especially not a...

A f*cking alien monster.

Mr. President!

Mr. President!

What? I'm in the middle of this.

They k*lled it.

-What?

-They k*lled 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 g*dd*mn hero.

Got the moon in sh*t, 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?