Three billion human lives ended on August 29, 1997.
The survivors of the nuclear fire...
called the war "Judgment Day."
They lived only to face a new nightmare--
the war against the machines.
The computer which controlled the machines, Skynet,
sent two Terminators back through time.
Their mission:To destroy the leader of the human resistance.
John Connor, my son.
The first Terminator was programmed to strike at me...
in the year 1984, before John was born.
It failed.
The second was set to strike at John himself...
when he was still a child.
As before, the resistance was able to send a lone warrior,
a protector for John.
It was just a question of which one of them would reach him first.
I need your clothes, your boots and your motorcycle.
You forgot to say please.
Get him off me!
Pull it out! Pull it out!
Take it.
Can't let you take the man's wheels, son.
Now, get off before I put you down.
That's it, goddamn it.
R-31 David, Sherman Code 6...
at the Sixth Street Bridge and Santa Fe on electrical disturbance.
Ten-four, R-31 David.
Mike, come on. Let's go to my house.
John, get in there and clean up that pigsty of yours.
Your foster parents are kind of dicks, huh?
I swear, I have had it with that goddamn kid.
- He won't even answer me anymore. - Honey, move.
Would you get off your butt and help me?
- Todd! - What? What?
He hasn't cleaned that room of his in a month.
Oh, it's an emergency. Hang on. I'll get right on it.
- Come on. - John!
Come on. Get your ass inside. Do what your mother tells you.
She's not my mother, Todd.
This next patient is interesting.
I've been following the case for years.
A 29-year-old female, diag--
Diagnosed as acute schizo-affective disorder.
The usual indicators--depression, anxiety, violent acting out,
delusions of persecution.
The delusional architecture is fairly unique.
She believes that a machine called the Terminator,
which looks human, was sent back through time...
- to kill her. - That's original.
And also that the father of her child...
- was a soldier sent back to protect her. - No.
He was from the future too.
The year 2029 if I remember correctly.
And here we are.
Morning, Sarah.
Good morning, Dr. Silberman. How's the knee?
Fine, Sarah.
She, uh, stabbed me in the kneecap with...
my pen a few weeks ago.
Repeated escape attempts.
Let's move on, shall we?
Douglas, I don't like to see the patients disrupting their rooms like this.
- See she takes her Thorazine. - Sure, Dr. Silberman. I'll take care of it.
Are you the legal guardian of John Connor?
That's right, Officer. What's he done now?
- Could I speak with him, please? - You could if he were here.
He took off on his bike this morning. He could be anywhere.
Do you have a photograph of John?
Yeah, sure, hold on.
You gonna tell me what this is about?
I just need to ask him a few questions.
He's a good-looking boy. Do you mind if I keep this picture?
No, go on. There was a guy here this morning looking for him too.
Yeah, a big guy on a bike.
Has that got something to do with this?
No. I wouldn't worry about him.
Thanks for your cooperation.
Please insert your stolen card now.
PIN number.
Hurry up. This is taking too long.
Go, baby. Go, baby. Go, baby.
All right.
- PIN number 9003. - Where'd you learn this stuff from anyway?
From my mom. My real mom, I mean.
Withdraw 3-0-0 bucks.
Come on, baby. Come on! Come on!
- Yes! - Hey, it worked.
All right. Easy money. Come on!
Yes! Yes! Piece of cake.
- Is that her? - Yes.
She's pretty cool, huh?
No, she's a complete psycho.
That's why she's up at Pescadero. It's a mental institute, okay?
She tried to blow up a computer factory, but she got shot and arrested.
No shit.
She's a total loser.
Come on. Let's go spend some money.
It's like a giant strobe light...
burning right through my eyes.
Somehow I can still see.
Oh, God.
We know the dream's the same every night.
- Why do I have to-- - Please continue.
Children look like burnt paper.
Black.
Not moving.
And then the blast wave hits them.
And they fly apart like leaves.
Dreams of cataclysm, the end of the world are very common.
It's not a dream, you moron. It's real.
- I know the date it happens. - I'm sure it feels very real to you.
On August 29, 1997.
It's gonna feel pretty fuckin' real to you too!
Anybody not wearing two-million sunblock is gonna have a real bad day. Get it?
God, you think you're safe and alive.
You're already dead. Everybody!
Him. You. You're dead already.
This whole place, everything you see is gone!
You're the one living in the fucking dream, 'cause I know it happens!
It happens!
I feel much better now.
Clearer.
Yes, your attitude has been...
much improved lately.
It's helped me to have a goal,
something to look forward to.
What is that?
Well, you said that...
if I showed improvement after six months,
you would transfer me to the minimum security wing,
and I could have visitors.
Well, it's been six months and...
I was looking forward to seeing my son.
I see.
Let's go back to what you were saying about those Terminator machines.
Now you think they don't exist?
They don't exist.
I know that now.
But you've told me on many occasions...
about how you crushed one in a hydraulic press.
If I had, there would have been some evidence.
They would have found something at the factory.
I see.
So you don't believe anymore that the company covered it up?
No, why would they?
Let's try a new position right there.
Mr. Dyson? Mr. Dyson.
The materials team is running another--
- Mr. Dyson. - Yes?
The materials team is running another series this afternoon.
You have to sign for the-- it.
- You have to sign it out. - Come on, I'll get it.
Listen, Mr. Dyson. I know I haven't been here that long, but I was wondering if you you know--
Know what?
Well, if you know where "it" came from.
I asked them the very same question once. You know what they told me?
Don't ask.
- Good morning, Mr. Dyson. - How's it going?
Insert key, left on three.
Two, one, turn.
- How are the wife and kids? There you go. - Great, thanks.
So what do you think, Doctor?
I have shown improvement haven't I?
Well, Sarah, here's the problem.
I know how smart you are.
And I think you're just telling me what I want to hear.
I don't think you really believe what you're telling me today.
I think if I put you in minimum security, you'll just try to escape again.
You have to let me see my son.
Please, please.
He's in great danger, he's naked without me.
If I could make a phone call--
I'm afraid not. Not for a while.
I don't see any choice but to recommend to the review board...
that you stay here for another six months.
I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!
Douglas! You son of a bitch!
Ten CCs of sodium amobarbital, stat!
You don't know what you're doing!
Get restraints in here now!
You don't know what you're doing!
Model citizen.
You just missed him. He was here 15 minutes ago.
- I think he said he was going to the galleria, right? - Yeah.
The galleria?
- I'm gonna get some quarters. I'll be back, all right? - Cool.
- Girls, do you know John Connor? - No.
Hey, do you know this guy?
Nah, I don't know him.
- John. - Not now. Not now.
There's this cop scoping for you. Check it out.
- He's right over there. - Split, man.
- Just go. - Yeah.
I think I saw that kid you were looking for, hey!
Hey, you're not supposed to be in here!
Get down.
Mister, are you all right?
You all right?
Come on!
Goddamn!
Okay, time-out. Stop the bike.
Time-out. Come on, stop the bike.
Holy shit. Now, don't take this the wrong way.
- You are a Terminator, right? - Yes.
Cyberdyne Systems, Model 101.
Holy shit.
You're really real.
I mean--
You're like a machine underneath, right?
But sort of alive outside?
I'm a cybernetic organism.
Living tissue over metal endoskeleton.
This is intense.
Get a grip, John. Okay.
You're not here to kill me.
I figured that part out for myself. So what's the deal?
My mission is to protect you.
Yeah? Who sent you?
You did.
Thirty-five years from now, you reprogrammed me to be your protector here in this time.
Oh, this is deep.
So this other guy, he's a Terminator like you, right?
Not like me. A T-1000, advanced prototype.
You mean, more advanced than you are?
Yes. A mimetic poly-alloy.
What the hell does that mean?
Liquid metal.
Where are we going?
We have to get out of the city immediately and avoid the authorities.
Listen, I gotta stop by my house. I wanna pick up some stuff.
Negative. The T-1000 would definitely try to reacquire you there.
- You sure? - I would.
Look, Todd and Janelle are dicks,
but I gotta warn 'em.
Shit. You got a quarter?
- Hello. - Janelle, it's me.
- John? - Is everything all right? Are you guys okay?
Sure, honey, everything's okay.
- Are you all right? - Yeah, I'm fine.
John, it's late. Honey, I was beginning to worry about you.
If you hurry home, we can sit down and have dinner together.
I'm making beef stew.
Something's wrong. She's never this nice.
John, where are you?
What the hell is the goddamn dog barking at?
Hey, shut up, you worthless piece of shit!
The dog's really barking.
You were gonna tell the kid to get rid of that mutt.
John, honey, it's late. Please don't make me worry.
Could he already be there?
Honey, are you okay?
- I'm right here. I'm fine. - Are you sure you're all right?
- What's the dog's name? - Max.
Hey, Janelle. What's wrong with Wolfie?
I can hear him barking. Is he okay?
Wolfie's fine, honey. Wolfie's just fine.
Where are you?
Your foster parents are dead.
I need a minute here.
You're telling me that this thing can imitate anything it touches?
Anything it samples by physical contact.
Get real.
It could disguise itself as a pack of cigarettes?
No, only an object of equal size.
Why not just become a bomb or something to get me?
It can't form complex machines.
Guns and explosives have chemicals, moving parts.
- But it can form solid metal shapes. - Like what?
Knives and stabbing weapons.
At the West Highland Police Station in 1984.
He killed 17 police officers that night.
Men with families.
Children.
These were taken at a mall in Reseda...
today.
Miss Connor, we know you know who this guy is.
Look. I just sat here and told you that your son is missing,
that the foster parents have been murdered.
We know this guy's involved.
Doesn't that mean anything to you? Don't you care?
We're wasting our time.
Let's go.
Sorry, guys.
She's grown more disconnected from reality as time goes on.
I'm afraid she can't help us now.
If she clears at all and can give us anything, I'll call you.
Sure.
Douglas, take her back to her room, please.
Yes, sir.
Come on, sweetheart. Let's go.
You see,
we spent a lot of time in Nicaragua and places like that.
For a while there, she was with this crazy ex-Green Beret guy,
running guns.
Then there were some other guys.
She'd shack up with anybody she could learn from...
so she could teach me how to be this great military leader.
Then she gets busted.
It's like, "Sorry, kid, your mom's a psycho. Didn't you know?"
It's like everything I've been brought up to believe is all made-up bullshit.
I hated her for that.
But everything she said was true.
She knew...
and nobody believed her.
Not even me.
Listen. We gotta get her out of there.
Negative. The T-1000's highest probability for success now...
will be to copy Sarah Connor and wait for you to make contact with her.
Great. What happens to her?
Typically, the subject being copied is terminated.
Shit! Why didn't you tell me? We gotta go right now!
Negative. It's not a mission priority.
Fuck you! She's a priority to me!
Hey, goddamn it! What's your problem? Goddamn it! Help!
This does not help our mission.
Get this psycho off of me! Help!
Help! I'm being kidnapped! Get this psycho off of me!
Let me go!
Why the hell did you do that?
Because you told me to.
What?
You have to do what I say, huh?
That's one of my mission parameters.
Prove it. Stand on one foot.
Yes!
Cool. My own Terminator.
You okay, kid?
Take a hike, bozo.
- Let's get outta here, man. - What?
Fuck you, you little dipshit!
Dipshit?
Put your leg down.
- Did you callmoi a dipshit? - Just trying to help this punk.
Grab this guy, I can't believe he called me--
Get him off of me!
Now who's the dipshit You jock douche bag?
Put the gun down now!
- Get outta here! - Come on. Let's split! Come on!
Jesus, you were gonna kill that guy!
Of course, I'm a Terminator.
Listen to me very carefully, okay?
You're not a Terminator anymore, all right?
You got that?
You just can't go around killing people.
Why?
What do you mean, why? 'Cause you can't.
Why?
Because you just can't, trust me on this.
Look. I'm gonna go get my mom.
I order you to help me.
You have a Sarah Connor here?
You're runnin' kind of late, aren't ya?
They've been in there for an hour.
Hold on a second. I'll buzz you in.
Oh, here come your friends now.