Guyver: Dark Hero

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The Guyver unit. It's been a year since the alien armor invaded my body, became a part of me. A year since I first became the Guyver and destroyed the Chronos Corporation and their shape-changing killers, the Zoanoids. Now Chronos is gone, but the Guyver stays in me, calling me to fight... to kill. Damn. Hurry up, find that shit. Bingo. Hey, DC. Dolls? The latest technology. You mix cocaine with plastic, you can shape it into anything you like. Melt it back down, it's 100% pure. What the fuck was that? - Benny, check it out. - You got it. You starting to regret that career choice now? There's nobody up here. All right, girls, come on, let's hustle. Let's go. Let's go, move it. All set. Benny, we're rollin'. Hey, Benny, I said we're rollin'. Holy shit. What the fuck is that? Let the man go. Yeah, right. Fuck you. Get him! Shit. Fuck. Stay away from me, man. Stay the fuck away from me. Don't! Oh! No, please don't. Please don't. Please, don't kill me, just arrest me. Holy shit. This is Delta 28, we have severely injured men at 36th and California. Request ambulance assistance and back up. Hey, Moran, over here. Shit. Yeah, it's him, all right. "inside Exposé," in Three Pines, Utah, to investigate what may be a werewolf attack. Doug Kerlew and his brother Jud were exploring some caves above these woods, when Jud was attacked and fatally mauled. Rangers here are calling it a bear attack, but Doug has a different explanation. Yeah, I mean, it changed. Yeah. It was right before my eyes. It was a man and then it was a thing, you see, with teeth and claws. Like one of those cave paintings I showed you come to life. No, I wasn't drunk. You people calling me a liar? Man, my brother's dead, man. That ain't no lie. When asked to describe his attacker, Doug gave us this drawing, which he says is a copy of the painting found on the cave wall. This he claims is what killed Jud Kerlew. IE went looking for this cave to verify Doug's story, and we found it. But an archeological expedition investigating the cave was suspiciously uncooperative when we asked to shoot inside. Next up, more Elvis sightings. ...which he says is a copy of the painting found on the cave wall. Hi, Mizky. Look... I'm ready to try to make things better. I saw the papers this morning. It doesn't look like anything's better. I didn't come here to talk about that. The security guard died, Sean. And those gangsters. How many people are you gonna have to kill before you realize... No, I don't kill... It kills. Sean, listen to yourself. You've got to stop this. It won't let me. That's crazy. I know, and I want to end it. Will you listen? There was a thing on TV this morning About a werewolf sighting in Utah. Werewolves... Zoanoids. If you saw Lisker or Balcus for the first time, - what would you think? - God! Stop it! I don't want to hear it anymore. There are no more Zoanoids. Chronos is gone. Can't you let it go? What's the point of holding on? And you go over it and over it, and you get crazier and crazier. When do you just say that... This isn't gonna work, is it? Hey, thanks. Excuse me, there's an archeological dig going on near here. Do you know where it is? Customer waitin'. You gonna buy something? Uh, yeah. - Well? - $1.95. Do you know how to reach them? I have to get to that dig. Don't know nothin'. Ask down at the rangers. What do you want at the dig? Excuse me? I said, "what do you want at the dig?" - Do you work at the dig? - Maybe. - You have business there? - I have to see it. You with the press? It's a private site, you know. No, no, I'm not a reporter. I just need to... Need to what? Look... I've been doing these for months. They're like the ones I saw on TV, the ones from your cave. See, I see it in my dreams and I put it down on paper. Yeah, I know what it sounds like. What? You've seen this? You've seen this. I, uh... I can't help you. Thanks, Warren. - Please take me there. - Sorry, I don't think so. Wait, I need to know. I can't, I'm sorry. Will you wait a second? Would you back away from the truck, please? Wait! I need to know! Damn. Get in. I'm Cori Edwards. I'm a researcher up at the dig. And you are...? Sean Barker. And...? Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out back there. It's just... This is important to me. Nice to meet you. So, um... Why'd you come back? Because I'm a scientist. I know what it's like to need to know. Thanks. So, what do you want to see? Right. Come on. Just be cool and follow my lead. Hope I'm not getting you in trouble. Not if you do what I say. Mary, take this to the commissary, will ya? And don't hog it all to yourself. - Morning, Miss Edwards. - Morning, Grau. He's okay, he's with me. Watch your head. Do all archeological expeditions have this much security? We didn't until your buddy on TV broke in. Cori! Cori, over here. Take a look at this! Um, wait here. I'll be right back. You shouldn't wander off like that. You know, if anybody asked about... You know this means as much to me as it does to you. But they're telling me the operation is costing too... - Come on. - If we don't hit pay dirt soon, - they're gonna shut us down. - "Pay dirt"? I'm tired of them treating this expedition like an oil well. I know, I know, but they're management. Arlen, you and I had an agreement. I find you your "pay dirt," but I run the show my way. Hey, that's what I want. And I'm gonna keep them off as long as I can. - Just do a good job, okay? - I can't make miracles. Yes, you can. That's why you're here. Dad? Dad, I'd like you to meet Sean Barker from State. He was supposed to come up earlier, but he had to finish up a project. Sean, my father, Marcus Edwards. - Good to meet you son. - Sir. We can use the help. Uh, this is Arlen Crane, our Operations Director, And Gus Volker, our Security Chief. Welcome aboard. Nice to meet you. Soon, Marcus, okay? Administration. Well, you go get him set up. I've gotta go crack the whip. Okay. Thanks, dad. Come on. - I don't get it. - This is where you want to be, right? - Yeah, but... - So be happy. - Hey, Bob! - Yeah? - Come down here for a minute. - Sure. Okay, but we're playing with my cards. Bob, this is Sean. Sean, Bob. Show him the ropes, will ya? I'll be back soon. Sure. Come on. Lisker. So, what exactly are we digging up here? Well, we think it's some variety of pachycephalosaur. Although it's kinda small for that family. See, once we carbon date it, then we'll get a real good idea what era it's from. It's funny, once I was on this dig in Arizona... Wow, looks like you really immersed yourself. Yeah. It's like I was digging up parts of myself. You're not some kind of archeology groupie, are you, Sean? Just that I... can't figure you out. I mean, why is coming here so important to you? Where did you see those drawings? I told you. Oh yeah, right. Sean, I brought you here like you asked. Don't you think I deserve a real explanation? A hint even? Cori... I want to... but I can't. I... I don't really know what I'm looking for. I know, I know, that's no answer. Yeah, your specialty, I'm beginning to discover. Well, listen, maybe we should just call today a field trip and tomorrow we'll send you on your way. No! I need to stay. Look, I know I've got no reason to be here. You don't even know me. But I need to stay. Why? Because I can't be anywhere else. I've got nowhere else to go. I'm sorry. That's just not good enough. I thought you said you knew what it was like to need to know. I wonder. Damn it. Wait! It was around here that we saw him somewhere. You think maybe we could do this when there's a little more light? You want this werewolf or not? Look, you got about another half hour, Mr. Kerlew. After that, I'm calling it quits. Just hang on to your checkbook. Oh, Jesus Christ. You think you're the only one? You think you're the only one? My dad and I are known among the academic community as "outlaws of science." We're thinking about getting jackets made up. Outlaws? Why? Oh, because of our unconventional theories. We take on the wild stuff. You know, the stuff that people laugh at in the tabloids... Bigfoot, crop circles. And the cave paintings? You have a theory on them? You know, I want to tell you... but I can't. Touché. What was that? I don't know. I heard someone shouting. - Oh no, it could be another bear attack. - Shit. You go and get help, I'll take care of the bear. Right. He'll take care of the bear? Oh shit! Take a picture! Take a picture! Screw the picture, you brain-dead hayseed! Shoot it! What about my money? - What about my money? - Shoot it! Shoot it! - Hey! Help! Professor Atkins, help! - Cori, what's wrong?! I think there's another bear attack. Somebody's in trouble. - I'll get my gun. You go get the truck. - Get the truck, right. - Hurry, Sean's out there. - What? Guyver. Don't you come near me, you son of a bitch. You shouldn't have come back. It can't be. Guyver? Get away from him, zoanoid. Where did you come from? I destroyed all of you. What are you doing in the camp? Damn. Over here. This way. - What happened? Where's the bear? - I don't know. I think the sound of your engine drove it off. - Oh my... - Not soon enough. Look, that one's alive. Oh! Whoa, man, stay away from me. Don't touch me. You're one of them. Shit. Look at him, he's scared crazy. Take it easy, we're here to help you. Are you all right? - He's in shock. Get me a blanket. - Yeah, right. Make that two. I'm just sorry I didn't get here sooner. Thank God you didn't. You could've been killed. What'd you think you were going to do? I was wondering that myself. All right, let's get him in the truck. I got you. I got you. You two, wrap that one up and put him in the back. I'll keep us covered. Okay, let's move out. I've never seen one this big before. Who are you? When did he appear? He was on the scene before anybody else. Barker, Sean Barker. Not at this time, but analysis of the samples should... I have to go. What'd you hear? What? Nothing. - I didn't hear anything. - Then why'd you follow me? I... I... Let me guess... Just curious, right? I saw you leave camp in a hurry. I just figured you'd seen the bear again. Now, you and I both know there wasn't any bear. - We do? - Spare me the dumb act. I know you got claws you ain't showing. Claws? I'm not the one with the claws. I don't know what you people are up to, but innocent people are getting killed and I can't allow that to happen. Wait, you're with the government. And you won't live long enough to give me away. What do you think you were doing? - Sorry, Mr. Crane. - Tell the others we may have an active... What are you men doing there? Uh, we thought we saw the bear again, Mr. Crane. Well, for God's sakes then, stay in camp. We don't want anymore corpses on our hands. - Yes, sir. - Yes, sir. I gotta go. Wait! Who are you? What are you doing here? We don't need this kind of attention. If you can't keep a tighter rein on your lieutenants... I'm sorry, sir, I'll correct my error. But it did bring something to light. The Guyver. He's here. He must be someone in the camp. The hunted comes to the hunter. Find out who he is and bring him here, quietly. Don't worry, sir, I can handle it. - Morning, Bob. - Yeah, good morning. This wasn't here yesterday. Cori, you can tell me. You like him? - None of your business. - I'm just excited for you, that's all. I mean, it'd be nice to know someone's finding a little romance. All right. He's cute, but nothing is happening. - He's a little... - Hi. Coffee? Did I miss something? Uh, no, Sean, have a seat. That'll be all. Check on you in a bit. Take your time. So, how goes the quest? Well, I was just wondering... what kind of skeletons are we digging up again? Well, um, we're not sure, but we think it's a kind of pachycephalosaur, Although it's a little small for that genus. Once we carbon date it, we'll know where to place it, but right... What? You know, that's almost word for word what Bob said. What are you guys hiding? They're not dinosaurs at all, are they? Look, everybody here knows what we're digging for. So why all the secrecy? We can't just go spouting crazy theories to the world until we have the hard evidence to back it up. Dad and I have been putting this puzzle together for five years. I'm just praying it isn't another "explainable mystery." If we're wrong again... So why don't you stick to the safer stuff? Why don't you go home? I am not gonna let anybody take this away from us. Well? It feels like leather. It's soft. Here, give me that. That don't sound like leather to me. Hey, Dr. Edwards! Dr. Edwards, over here. What have you got, my dear? Listen. This is wonderful. Call my daughter, inform Mr. Crane, Get everyone in here on the double. I think we found it. Dad, what's going on? Corinne, I think our five years of research are about to pay off. But when will we know for sure? Patience, Arlen. We beat your deadline, just give us the time to do this right. But there's been a complication. Something's come up. Arlen, please. Gee, you don't suppose this is one of those "explainable mysteries," do you? Just shut up and dig. Dr. Edwards, Dr. Edwards! We took some readings up the cliff. It goes all the way to the top. This thing is huge. If these cave paintings are accurate representations, Then I speculate that it sinks down another 40 meters and curves east and west for 20 meters In each direction. It's a ship. - Bob, have you seen Sean? - Not lately. Hey, you okay? I still can't believe it. I know what you mean. We came here hoping to find anything... anything that would suggest an ancient alien visitation. I mean, we would've settled for alien beer cans. Instead we got... Five years of getting laughed at, our research ignored by our colleagues. Oh, the paper I'm going to publish. But the best part is that now I have got the greatest playground a girl could ever wish for. Look at this. It's organic. It was grown. That sample I took is alive. Alive, Sean. This thing might've been powered by photosynthesis. Okay, that's all theory, But with the funding from our sponsors, we can find out. We might even be able to duplicate it. Imagine being able to grow a machine. No more dirty factories. No more pollution. What? Nothing. Now I see why they call you an outlaw. You haven't even stepped inside and already you're saving the world. What can I say? I'm an optimist. I wish I could see the world like that. We, um... we're missing the party. I'm not missing anything. Come on, let's go. - Did you hear that? - Hear what? Nothing. You wanna see something really scary? Hey, Cori, come here. I'll be just a second. Hey, what are you doing? What do you know about the Chronos Corporation? - I don't know what you're talking about. - Come on. You dated a Mizky Segawa whose father worked for Chronos. He was murdered shortly before the LA branch was destroyed. Do you know anything about that? Only what I read in the papers. Hey, less of that shit, all right? Let go of me. I don't know anything. You knew enough to know the claws weren't yours. - What? - You said the claws weren't yours. So whose are they? That's what I thought. Now, I want to know what you know about Chronos and what they do. Why? You said Chronos was destroyed. Chronos LA. Chronos LA? Jesus. We know Chronos is worldwide, but we don't know what those things are. We found breeding tubes and blood samples, but never any bodies. All right, look... Chronos is those things... the whole organization. They look human, but they're not. They change. You're serious, aren't you? You saw that dead guy last night. The thing that killed him is one of the guys in this camp. - You saw this? - Yeah. Then why didn't it kill you? I... - I'll tell you later. - No, you tell me now. Don't make me have to arrest you. Here? Everything okay? Oh, yeah it's fine. Nice guy. Kid, you gotta get your priorities straight. Well, I'm open to suggestions. Damn it! We've come this far. Now what? We can have a laser cutter up here in two days. - Three days tops. - Three days? Don't we have anything else in the camp? Sure, garden tools and whisk brooms. Lasers weren't the first thing on the equipment list. But we don't have time. Well, what do you want me to say, "open sesame"? Amazing. It's breathable, and the radiation levels are acceptable. We can continue. The rest of you may resume your work. - Cori, it's beautiful. - Oh. No one is to touch anything or enter any sealed room. We're cataloging only today. Take lots of pictures and try to map the interior as you go. If you have any trouble breathing, get out. We're not going to sacrifice anyone in the name of science. Got it? Good. Cori, you and Sean go that way. We'll go through here. Let's go. This way. You have to see this. Wow. It's beautiful. It's really humid in here. Can you hear me? I'm here. Talk to me, please. Well? My God, how in the hell are we going to get up there? No stairs, no visible access up. I have a feeling that walking was optional for these people. We'll have to jury-rig something, I suppose. Get started. I'm sure what we're looking for is up there. I'm here. Well, you called me here. Aren't you going to say something? Please, I'm trying, but I don't understand. Please. Why did you do this to me? What the hell am I? What am I supposed to do with it? You got the wrong guy. I'm not cut out for this. I can't live like this anymore. I'm not a killer. I just want to be normal again. I want my life back! Dad, look at this. It moved. Cori, I told you not to touch anything. What have you found? Let me see that. No! Give it back! Cori. We're the researchers. It's our job to examine the new artifacts. - You don't have the right... - As founders of this expedition, we have whatever rights we choose. If you don't like it, you can go back to State and teach freshman archeology while we're making history. Dad, why don't you stop him? This is the most important discovery we've ever made and you're letting him take it away from us. We'll get our chance, Cori. Arlen is just taking it away for safe keeping. Safe keeping? He's stealing it. Cori, are you okay? Sean, he's taking it away. This is a breach of contract, Crane. We'll sue you for this! We were supposed to have free rein, damn it! No interference from the corporation. Do you hear me? - Forget it, Cori. - Dad. We'll get our chance, Cori. Just let it go. - Cori... - No! What is the matter with you all? He took it away from us. Mr. Crane... it's about the new kid. Can I come in? Can I come in? What do you want, Sean? I have to talk to you... about Crane. I don't want to talk about him right now, okay? Cori, there are things you need to know. I don't know how to tell you this, but you and your father have been lied to. You're working for a corporation called Chronos, and Crane is a part of them. They... They're not good people. Where did you get all this? I don't know any Chronos. Our backers are the Tempus Group. No, they're Chronos. Trust me. The thing you discovered is very important to them. It's called the Guyver unit. It's... it's a powerful weapon. Chronos has been after it for years. All the people... Shit. All the people who work for Chronos can change into monsters called Zoanoids. Volker is one for sure, probably most of the others. The monsters in the cave paintings and the skeletons you've been digging up, they're Zoanoids. The... the bears that killed those people are Zoanoids too. They've lived alongside us forever. All the stories you've ever heard about werewolves or Bigfoot, they're all... Cori, I know, but it's the truth. - Listen. - No, you listen... I don't care who they are. They put up the money for this dig when no one else would. If they pull out, the ship is gone. Oh, shit. We've only just stepped inside. But is the ship more important than your life? You're dealing with monsters here. I trusted you, Sean. I trusted you not to be crazy. Damn it! Crane... The ship we excavated is a gold mine, Mr. Gouo. Now it's time to terminate all non-Chronos personnel and bring in our own. Terminate? What about Edwards' daughter and the Guyver? Don't worry about her, she's handled. And the Guyver is in our hands. It will be on the way to you in an hour. No promises, Crane, just results. Mr. Crane... I think we got a problem. Hey, Bob, have you seen Cori? You guys just can't seem to connect, can you? Tell me about it. Try the commissary, it's lunch time. Right, thanks. Excuse me. It's calling you, isn't it? What do you mean? It calls me too. We're both its children. Sean, I know who you are. I know your pain. I'm like you. I don't know what you're talking about. We're the bastards of an uncaring parent. We've been violated, our lives have been changed against our will. Sean, I know what it's been like for you... for me. You've lost friends and lovers, haven't you? So have I. We're forced to lead secret lives. Trust me. I know, Look at me, I'm hideous. Do you think I want to be this way? A freak? That's why we're here... to take back our lives. Somewhere in this ship Is the key to changing us back. Let's find it together. We can take the Guyver out of you. We can make you normal again. Isn't that what you want? I don't know. - You're killers. - And so are you. No, it's the one that kills, not me. Then let us help you. We can make it stop. What do you say? Friends? I... No. Pity. Keep him sedated until we return to base. I love my job. Comfy? Hey, bitch! - What did we hit? - I don't know. Well, step on it! Oh my God! You, girl, get out. - Shit. - Run! You shouldn't have interfered, Marcus. Dad? Dad! Dad! Don't hurt him. Leave him alone! Sleep tight, baby. - Keep an eye on him. - Yes, ma'am. Barker, Barker. - Atkins? - You okay, kid? - What... yeah. - Listen, I gotta get you outta here. - The government wants you in one piece. - What? My backup is on its way. This place is about to become a battlefield. - Battlefield? Jesus. But the students... - Shh. The students are fine. Now listen, about this Guyver unit, what can it do? Do they know how to use it? Cori, shit, I've got to get her out of here. No, it's too late. They've already taken her. - There was nothing I could do. - Where? When? About this Guyver unit... they took the south road 15 minutes ago. Now look, what about this Guyver unit? How does it work? - I've got to go. - You're not going anywhere. We need you. - But she's in danger. - I'm sorry, I can't let you go. Now look, this... Aw, shit. Shit. Co-ri! Cori! Sean? Sean! Help! Help us! Shit. Guyver! Take cover! Cori. No! Sean? Wait! It's done, sir. But... the Guyver has escaped. He'll be back. Mr. Crane, help us. Mr. Crane, what's going on? I'm sorry, your services are no longer needed. Nothing personal. Wait! You can't do this. Hey, what is this? Hey, man, be cool. You don't have to do this. Oh my God! Don't do anything... funny. Thanks for saving my life. I wanted to tell you, but how could I? How do you tell somebody... What you told me was hard enough. It took a lot of guts, Sean. Look... you don't have to be nice to me, okay? You didn't know what you were getting into. If you don't want to have anything to do with me, I'll understand. It's not the first time. Hey, it's every woman's dream to be rescued by a knight in shining armor... Even if he wears it on the inside. Look, I left your truck at the top of the hill. Drive back to town, find a place to hole up. I'll meet you as soon as I can. - Wait, I'm coming with you. - No, it's too dangerous. Atkins is bringing in a strike force to arrest Crane and his men. Professor Atkins? Commander. He's with the government. But he's gonna get slaughtered if I don't get back there. I don't care. I'm going with you. My father's back there. I'm not leaving him. Okay, come on. Move it, move it! Come on, people, double time, let's go! Let's go! This is an outrage. We're a reputable company. Reputable companies don't conduct sick experiments on people. Where's your proof? A judge would laugh this case out of court. Too bad it's not going to court. Don't even try it, unless you think you're faster than a speeding bullet. - Camp's secured, sir. - Secure? - Where's the other one? - Capped one in the cave. - This is the only other. - No, there's one more. Where's Corben? This is becoming interesting, isn't it, captain? Eagle 2, this is Eagle 1. One hostile still at large. Code red status. Shoot to kill. I repeat, shoot to kill. Read you, Lima Charlie, Eagle 1. We'll find him soon enough. Or he'll find you. Mason, Lewis, intercept the enemy. Yes, sir! More lambs to the slaughter? - Looks like he did it. - No. Something's wrong. Where's his backup? Come on, we don't have much time. Wait! Would you wait? What is it? We have to destroy the ship. Destroy the ship? Why? Atkins is out there, everything's under control. I'm not so sure about that. Besides, it doesn't matter who wins. I doubt the government is any more responsible than Chronos. No, we can't. All that knowledge. - I'll never get a chance to do the research... - Neither will I. But if we don't destroy it, too many people will die fighting for it. They want the weapons, Cori. That's all they'll ever want. You know, that's only gonna piss him off. Now that we've wasted enough time... I have to take this. Your hour is up. Where is the Guyver? There's been some delays. The Guyver... - Crane... - We'll get him back sir. He's fixated on the ship. He won't leave. Have him here in an another hour. Or shall I send someone with more experience? No. No, I can handle it. I'll take care of it. One more hour, Crane. If we lose him... One hour, sir. Yes, sir. Shit! What gets me is that I've spent my whole life working toward this, always scared that I was chasing some pipe dream. And the minute I find out it's true... I have to destroy it. What's wrong? Don't fight it. Go. Keep setting the charges. Why do you keep calling me? Am I not the one you want? I'm not the one, am I? Guyver. The Guyver will be back soon. Let's prepare him a nice welcome. What about him? Bring him. Let's show him some real soldiers in action. Come on, Sean, where are you? Take her! Sean! Sean, help. An archeologist destroying the past? Not accepted scientific behavior, Miss Edwards. It's better than handing it over to you. The Guyver must be in the ship. Find him. Let her go, Crane. Impressive, but pointless. - Are you okay, Cori? - Yeah. Sean, don't be a hero. Deactivate the Guyver and surrender or I'll kill her. Don't listen to him, Sean. Time's a' wastin'. Crane! Stop! - Crane, we had a deal. - Dad, help. Arlen, please, we had a deal. Yes, we pay for your research and you give us the weapons. You should've told your daughter, Marcus. It would've saved us a lot of trouble. Dad, how could you bargain with this murderer? Don't you get it, Cori? Your dad's a company man. Stand aside, Marcus! Now, one last time, retract the armor... or I'll tear her apart. No! You will not hurt my daughter. Marcus! You're fired. Atkins, catch! Protect her. Who the hell's gonna protect me? Give me the case. - The case. - Yeah... Just give it to me! Okay, bitch, come and get it. That's mine! Dad! Hey, hey. Bitch. Do it. It didn't have to be this way, Marcus. We were doing great things together. You could've been somebody in the company. Junior vice president in charge of genocide? I'd rather die. Then so be it! No! Leave him alone. Back off. How's he doing? I don't know. It's bad. Why are you attacking your own kind, freak? We could've helped you. I'm no freak and I'm not like you. You threaten mankind. I protect them. Barker! - You didn't. - So tell me, who's going to protect the protector? Bio-morph. Oh my God. A Guyver zoanoid. The next step. You don't know what you're doing, Crane. That unit's damaged. You have no idea what it'll do to you. But it'll do you just fine. You can't win, Crane. The ship told me the truth. You're an experiment gone out of control. No, I'm in complete control. The aliens created the Guyver to fix their mistakes. You're the mistake. I'm the final product. With this alien power, Chronos will be triumphant and man shall know his true destiny... To serve our kind! Not if I can help it. You're cracked, Crane. You're gonna self-destruct. Never. The unit feeds me. I feel the power growing stronger. How does it feel to be obsolete, outclassed by a new model? Crane! Sorry, Crane, this model has been recalled. No! No, help me! Out of control. Sean! Sean, we did it. We did it. So it looks like you found your destiny. Cori, I lied. The Zoanoids weren't the failed experiment... the Guyvers were. The aliens turned humans into Guyvers so we could fight their wars for them. But humans rebelled... out of control. Guyver is nothing more than a weapon. I have no destiny. You made your own. You're a hell of a weapon, kid. It's a good thing you're on our side. I'm not a religious man... but you may have just prevented Armageddon. Who knows how many more weapons are on board? Well, now at least they'll be safe with the government, - where they belong. - No. That's not where it belongs. What are you doing? - Sean? - Stand back, Cori. What are you doing, Goddamn it? I'm sending it home. What? You can't do that. That's government property. Stop it! You're jeopardizing our national security. No, I'm saving it. It's not safe. Let's go. Barker? - This is not the time. - Barker, we have to talk. There's nothing more to say. I already told you everything. Wait! We're launching an underground war against Chronos. The government could use your help. See you around, Atkins. At least tell me how I can reach you! See you around, kid.