3 billion human lives ended on August 29th, 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'.
Take it.
You can't leave and take the man's wheels, son.
Now get off before I put you down.
That's it, goddammit!
Art 31 David show me code 6
at the 6th street bridge in Santa F?
on an electrical disturbance.
10-4, 31 David.
John! Get in there and clean up that pigsty of yours.
Your foster-parents are kinda dicks, huh?
I swear I've had it with that goddamn kid.
Won't even answer me anymore. - Honey, move!
Would you get off your butt and help me?
Todd. - 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.
John! Come on get your ass inside, do what your mother tells you!
She's not my mother, Todd!
This next patient is interesting. Been following the case for years.
29-year-old female...
...diagnosed as acute schizo-affective disorder.
Depression, anxiety, violent acting-out, delusions of persecution.
The delusional architecture is fairly unique.
She believes in a machine called a "terminator",
which looks human of course, 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.
Here we are.
Morning, Sarah.
Good morning, Dr. Silberman. How's the knee?
Fine, Sarah.
She stabbed me in the kneecap with my pen a few weeks ago.
Repeated escape attempts.
Let's move on, shall we?
I don't like to see the patients disrupting their rooms.
See that she takes her Thorazine. - I'll take care of it.
Time to take you meds, Connor.
You take it.
You gotta be good. You're up for review this afternoon.
I'm not taking it.
I don't want any trouble. - Ain't no trouble...
Yeah, zap her.
Last call, sugar.
Sweet dreams.
Are you the legal guardian of John Connor?
That's right. What's he done now?
Could I speak with him, please?
Could if he was here.
He took off on his bike. So he could be anywhere.
Do you have a photo 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.
Mind if I keep this picture? - No, go on.
There was a guy here looking for him too.
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...
Alright! PIN number...
Who did you learn this from? - My mom.
My real mom, I mean.
Withdraw 300 bucks. Come on, baby, come on...
It worked!
Easy money! Come on!
Yeah! - Piece of cake!
That her?
Yes.
So she's pretty cool, huh? - No, she's a complete psycho.
That's why she's up at Pescadero, the mental institute.
Tried to blow up the computer factory,
but got shot and arrested. - Oh shit.
She's a total loser.
Come on, let's go spend some money!
Sarah.
Sarah, wake up.
Kyle?
You're dead.
Where's our son, Sarah?
They took him away from me.
He's the target now. - I know!
He's alone. You have to protect him.
I know.
You tell me how I am supposed to do that.
He doesn't even believe me anymore.
I've lost him.
You're strong, Sarah.
Stronger than you ever thought. - No.
On your feet, soldier!
I love you. I always will.
I need you. - I'll always be with you.
Remember the message?
"The future is not set.
There is no fate but what we make for ourselves."
Stay with me.
There's not much time left in the world, Sarah.
Kyle, don't go!
Kyle!
It's like a giant strobe light,
burning right to my eyes.
Somehow I can still see.
Look,
we know the dream's the same every night, why do we have to...
Please continue.
The children look like burnt paper,
black,
not moving.
Then the blast wave hits them...
...and they fly apart like leaves.
Dreams about the end of the world are very common, Sarah.
It's not a dream, you moron. It's real.
I know the date it happens! - I'm sure it feels real to you.
On August 29th, 1997 it's going to feel pretty fucking 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 place, everything you see, is gone.
You're the one living in a fucking dream, Silberman!
Because I know it happens.
It happens!
I feel much better now.
Clearer.
Yes. Your attitude has been much improved lately.
It has helped to have a goal,
something to look forward to.
And what is that?
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.
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've 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.
The neuronal sensors are correct, because it works.
The neurons are all centered.
Maybe the inhibitors failed.
Mr. Dyson?
The materials team...
...is running another series this afternoon, and you have to...
You have to sign it out.
Come on. I'll get it.
I know I haven't been here that long, but I was wondering if you know...
Know what?
Well if you know, where it came from.
I asked the same question once. Know what they told me?
"Don't ask."
Hello, Mr. Dyson. - How's it going? - Okay.
Insert key.
Left and three, two, one, turn.
How are wife and kids? - Great, thanks.
So what do you think, Doctor?
I've shown improvement, haven't I?
Well, Sarah, here's the problem:
I know how smart you are.
You're just telling me what I want to hear.
I don't think you believe what you're telling me.
If I put you in minimum security you'll just try to escape again.
You have to let me see my son. Please.
He's in great danger. He's naked without me.
If I could just 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.
You son of a bitch!
You don't know what you're doing! - Straighten her now!
You don't know what you're doing!
Model citizen.
You just missed him. He left fifteen minutes ago.
I think he said he was going to the Galleria. - Yeah.
The Galleria?
I'll get some quarters. I'll be back, alright?
Girls, do you know John Connor? - No.
You know this guy?
No, I don't know him.
John. - Not now.
There's this cop scoping for you, check it out.
Split, man, just go. - Yeah.
I think I saw the kid you're looking for.
You're not supposed to be here!
Get down!
Come on!
Goddamn!
Okay, time out. Stop the bike!
Come on, stop the bike.
Don't take this the wrong way, you're a terminator, right?
Yes. Cyberdyne Systems, Model 101.
Holy shit! You're really real!
You're like a machine underneath, but sort of alive outside?
I'm a cybernetic organism.
Living tissue over a metal endoskeleton.
This is intense.
Get a grip, John.
You're not here to kill me. I figured that out for myself.
So what's the deal?
My mission is to protect you.
Yeah? Who sent you?
You did.
35 years from now you reprogrammed me
to be your protector here, in this time.
This is deep.
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 polyalloy.
What does that mean?
Liquid metal.
Where are we going? - We have to get out of the city.
And avoid the authorities.
I gotta stop by my house and pick up some stuff. - Negative.
The T-1000 will definitely try to reacquire you there.
You sure? - I would.
Look, Todd and Janelle are dicks
but I gotta warn them.
Shit! You got a quarter?
Hello?
Janelle? It's me.
John? - Yeah.
Is everything alright? - Sure.
Are you alright? - I'm fine.
John, it's late. I was beginning to worry about you.
If you hurry, we can have dinner together. I'm making beef stew.
Something's wrong. She's never this nice.
Where are you?
What's the goddamn dog barking at?
Shut up,
you piece of shit!
The dog's barking.
Tell the kid to get rid of that mutt.
Honey, it's late.
Could it already be there?
Are you okay?
I'm right here. I'm fine. - Are you sure?
What's the dog's name? - Max.
Janelle, what's wrong with Wolfy?
I can hear him barking. Is he okay?
Wolfy's fine, honey.
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.
Can't be real!
It could disguise itself as a pack of cigarettes?
Only objects of equal size.
Why not a bomb or something to get me?
It can't form complex machines. Guns, explosives have chemicals,
moving parts. It doesn't work that way.
But it can form solid metal shapes.
Like what? - Knives and stabbing weapons.
These were taken by a video surveillance camera
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.
Ms Connor, we know you know who this guy is.
Look, I just sat here and told you 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 just grown more and 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, let's go.
We spent a lot of time in Nicaragua and places like that.
For a while 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 and it's like:
"Sorry kid, your mom's a psycho. Didn't you know?"
Everything I've been brought up to believe is all bullshit.
I hated her for that.
But everything she said was true.
She knew.
And nobody believed her.
Not even me.
We gotta get her out of there. - Negative.
The T-1000's highest probability for success will be
to copy her and wait for you to make contact.
Great. What happens to her?
The subject being copied is terminated.
Why didn't you tell me? We gotta go now!
Negative. It's not a priority.
Fuck you, she's a priority to me!
Goddammit! What's your problem?
Help! - This does not help our mission!
Help me! Get this psycho off of me.
Let me go!
Why did you do that?
Because you told me to.
What?
You have to do what I say?
One of my mission parameters.
Prove it.
Stand on one foot.
Cool! My own terminator.
You okay, kid?
Take a hike, bozo.
Let's get out of here. - What?
Fuck you, little dipshit.
Dipshit?
Put your leg down.
Did you call moi a dipshit?
Just trying to help this punk.
Grab this guy.
Now who's the dipshit, you jock douchebag?
Put the gun down! Now!
Get out of here!
Come on, let's split!
You were gonna kill that guy!
Of course. I'm a terminator.
Listen to me carefully, okay?
You're not a terminator anymore. Alright?
You got that?
You just can't go round killing people! - Why?
What do you mean "why"? 'Cause you can't!
Why? - Because you just can't, okay?
Trust me on this.
Look, I'm gonna go get my mom.
And I order you to help me.
You have a Sarah Connor here? - You're running kind of late.
They've been in there for an hour. Hold on a second, I'll buzz you in.
Oh, here come your friends now.
Hey Gwen, you want some coffee? - No, thanks.
How about a beer? - Yeah, right.
I got a Full House. - That's good.
Must be my lucky day.
Yeah, I think you're right about number 24.
Increase the medication to 250 milligrams.
Same time? - Yeah.
You broke my arm!
There's 215 bones in the human body. That's one.
Now don't move!
What are you gonna do?
Why do we stop now?
You gotta promise you're not gonna kill anyone, right?
Right. - Swear.
What?
Just put up your hand and say "I swear I won't kill anyone."
I swear I will not kill anyone. - Alright, let's go.
Visiting hours is 10 to 4. Monday through Friday.
What are you doing?
You son of a bitch! You shot me!
He'll live.
Son of a bitch!
Let's all try to remain calm. - Open it or he'll be dead!
There's no way, Connor. Let him go.
Open the door! - It ain't gonna happen.
Take it easy, Sarah.
It won't work, Sarah. You're no killer.
You're already dead, Silberman.
Everybody here dies. So don't fuck with me!
Open the door.
Back off!
Get back or I'll pump him full of this shit, I swear!
Don't move!
Drop the shit!
Do it! Do it!
Get in the office!
On the floor! Face down! Not you!
Open the door!
On the floor! Hold it open! Face the wall!
Get her!
Come on, open it!
Come on!
She just broke it off. - Open it.
Let's go around, come on! Move it!
No!
Mom! Wait!
No!
Help her. - Wait here.
He'll kill us all!
Mom, are you okay?
Come with me, if you want to live.
It's okay, Mom. He's here to help.
Go!
What the fuck is going on?
Get down!
Out of the car!
Right now!
I'm out.
Come on! - Here.
Reload!
Next one.
Hang on!
Ready!
Here, drive!
There's nobody behind us.
Are you alright? - Yeah.
Can you even see anything?
I see everything.
Cool.
Come here.
I said I was okay.
John, it was stupid of you to go there.
You have to be smarter than that.
You almost got yourself killed. What were you thinking?
You cannot risk yourself, even for me, do you understand?
You're too important!
You understand?
I had to get you out of that place. I'm sorry.
I didn't need your help. I can take care of myself.
What's wrong with your eyes?
Nothing.
So what's your story?
You okay? - Fine.
Say, that's a nice bike.
Hey, watch it, lug nuts.
Listen, you know what you are doing?
I have detailed files
on human anatomy. - I bet.
Makes you a more efficient killer, right? - Correct.
Does it hurt when you get shot?
I sense injuries. The data could be called pain.
John, help me with the light.
Will these heal up? - Yes.
Good. If you can't pass for human, you're not much good to us.
How long do you live, I mean "last", whatever?
120 years with my existing power cell.
Can you learn stuff you haven't been programmed with?
So you can be... you know, more human?
Not such a dork all the time?
My CPU is a neural-net processor, a learning computer,
that Skynet presets to READ only when we are sent out alone.
Doesn't want you to do too much thinking.
No.
Can we reset the switch?
Rotate the two locking cylinders counterclockwise.
Do it.
Now open the port cover.
Pull to break the seal.
Good, now remove the shock damping assembly.
You can now access the CPU.
Do you see it? - Yes.
Pull the CPU by its base tap.
Pull.
Can you see the pin switch?
No!
Out of my way, John! - Don't kill him!
"It", John, not "him".
Okay, "it". But we need "it".
Listen to me. Listen.
We're better off on our own.
He's the only proof of the future, the war and that.
Maybe.
I don't trust it.
But he's my friend, alright?
You don't know what it's like to kill these things.
If something goes wrong, this could be our last chance.
If I'm supposed to be this military leader,
maybe you start listening to my ideas once in a while.
'Cause if my own mother won't, how do you expect anyone else to?
Alright, play it your way.
Was there a problem?
No problem.
None whatsoever.
Are we learning yet?
We have to get as far away from the city as possible.
Just head south.
Keep it under 65. We don't want to be pulled over.
Affirmative.
No, no, no.
You got to listen to the way people talk.
You don't say "affirmative" or some shit like that.
You say "No problemo".
If someone comes up to you with an attitude, you say "Eat me".
And if you want to shine them on, it's "Hasta la vista, baby".
Hasta la vista, baby.
Or "Later, dickwad".
If someone gets upset you say "Chill out".
Or do combinations.
Chill out, dickwad.
You're getting it.
No problemo.
You got any cash? - I got a couple of hundred bucks.
I'll give you half.
Mom!
Get some food.
No sense of humor.
And that's another thing:
Lighten up a bit.
This severe routine is getting old. You're acting like such a geek.
Smile once in a while.
Smile?
Yeah. You know, smile.
Watch.
Hi. Nice place you got here. How's business?
Gimme a break.
Okay. Bad example.
See that guy over there? That's a smile.
That's good.
You could practice in front of a mirror or something.
Want some of my fries?
Do you need any help?
No.
Got you! - No, you didn't!
Got you! - You didn't!
We're not gonna make it, are we?
People, I mean.
It's in your nature to destroy yourselves.
Yeah. Major drag, huh?
I need to know how Skynet gets built.
Who's responsible?
The man responsible is Miles Bennett Dyson.
Who is that?
The director of special projects at Cyberdyne Systems Corporation.
Why him?
In a few months he creates a revolutionary microprocessor.
Go on. Then what?
In three years Cyberdyne will become the largest supplier
of military computer systems.
Stealth bombers are upgraded with Cyberdyne computers.
Becoming unmanned,
they fly with a perfect operational record.
The Skynet funding bill is passed.
The system goes on-line on August 4th, 1997.
Human decisions are removed from strategic defense.
Skynet begins to learn at a geometric rate.
It becomes self-aware at 2: 14 a.m. Eastern time, August 29.
In a panic, they try to pull the plug.
Skynet fights back.
Yes. It launches its missiles against targets in Russia.
Why Russia? They're our friends now.
Because Skynet knows that the Russian counterattack
will eliminate its enemies here. - Jesus.
How much do you know about Dyson?
I have detailed files.
I want to know everything.
What he looks like. Where he lives. Everything.
Miles!
You going to work all day? - I'm sorry, baby.
This thing is kicking my ass.
It's Sunday. You promised to take the kids to Raging Waters today.
I can't. I'm on a roll.
This is gonna blow 'em away. It's a neural-net processor.
I know. You told me.
It thinks and learns like we do.
It's superconducting at room temperature.
Other computers are just pocket calculators by comparison.
Why is that so important?
I need to know, 'cause sometimes I feel like
I'm going crazy here.
Baby, I am this close.
Come here.
Imagine a jet airliner with a pilot that never gets tired,
never makes mistakes, never shows up with a hangover.
Meet the pilot.
Why did we get married? Have children? You don't need us.
Your heart and your mind are in here.
But it doesn't love you like we do.
I'm sorry. Really.
How about spending some time with your other babies?
Raging Waters? - Yeah!
Wait in the car.
Enrique?
You here?
Pretty jumpy, Connor.
What about you?
Always on the lurk.
Good to see you, Connor. - I promised to make it back.
Man, I knew it. Good to see you.
Yolanda. Get out here, we got company. And bring some tequila!
Oye, Big John?
Que pasa? - What's up?
Who's your friend? - He's cool.
He's with me. He is Uncle Bob.
Uncle Bob, this is Enrique.
Uncle Bob, huh?
Okay.
How are you?
How are you? You've gotten big.
Drink?
Uncle Bob?
Sarahlita, you pretty famous.
All over the TV. Pictures of you, John, your big friend here.
Cops are going nuts looking for you.
Take the kid, honey, will you?
I just came for my stuff.
I need clothes, food, and one of your trucks.
How about the fillings out of my fucking teeth? - Now.
You two, you're on weapons detail. - Come on, let's go.
One thing about my mom,
she always plans ahead.
Excellent.
Nothing down here.
This is the best truck I got, but the starter is gone.
You got the time to change it out? - Yeah.
I'm gonna wait till dark to cross the border.
Enrique, it's dangerous for you here.
You get out tonight too, okay? - Sure.
Just drop by any time and totally fuck up my life.
See, I grew up in places like this,
so I thought that's how people lived:
Riding around in helicopters,
learning how to blow shit up.
But then, when my mom got busted, I got put in a regular school.
The other kids were into Nintendo.
Are you ever afraid?
No.
Not even of dying?
No.
You don't feel any emotion about it one way or another?
No. I have to stay functional
until the mission is complete.
Then it doesn't matter.
Yeah. I have to stay functional too. I'm "too important".
That's definitely you.
Most of the guys my mom hung round with were geeks.
But there was this one guy. He was kinda cool.
He taught me engines.
Hold here.
Mom screwed it up, of course.
She'd always tell them about Judgment Day
and me being this world leader.
And that'll be all she wrote.
Torque wrench, please. - Here.
I wish I could've met my real dad.
You will.
Yeah. I guess.
When I'm, like, 45, I think.
I'll send him back through time to 1984.
He hasn't even been born yet.
It messes with your head.
The other bolt.
Here.
Mom and him were only together one night.
She still loves him, I guess.
I see her crying sometimes.
She denies it totally, of course.
Like she got something stuck in her eye.
Why do you cry?
You mean people? - Yeah.
I don't know.
We just cry, you know.
When it hurts.
Pain causes it?
No, it's different.
It's when there's nothing wrong but you hurt anyway.
You get it? - No.
Alright! My man!
No problemo.
Gimme five.
Put out your hand like this. Come on.
Alright. Now hit me.
Gimme five. Do the same thing. - Alright!
Okay, that's good. Up high, up high.
Five low.
Too slow.
Just kidding. One more time.
Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly so clear.
The Terminator would never stop, it would never leave him,
never hurt him,
never shout at him or get drunk and hit him,
or say it was too busy to spend time with him.
It would always be there.
And it would die to protect him.
Of all the would-be fathers who came and went,
this thing, this machine, was the only one who measured up.
In an insane world, it was the sanest choice.
She said you go south with him.
She'll meet you tomorrow. - Mom!
Mom! Wait!
"No fate."
No fate but what we make.
My father told her this.
I mean, I made him memorize it, up in the future, as a message to her.
Never mind.
Now okay,
the whole thing goes: "The future is not set.
There is no fate but what we make for ourselves."
She intends to change the future.
Yeah, I guess.
Oh shit!
Dyson.
Yeah, gotta be!
Miles Dyson!
She's gonna blow him away!
Come on! Let's go!
This is tactically dangerous. - Drive faster.
The T-1000 has the same files that I do.
It knows what I know. It might anticipate this move.
I don't care. We've gotta stop her.
Killing Dyson might actually prevent the war. - I don't care!
Haven't you learnt anything yet? Why you can't kill people?
Look, maybe you don't care if you live or die.
But everybody's not like that! We have feelings.
We hurt. We're afraid.
You gotta learn this stuff. I'm not kidding. It's important.
Danny, I told you to go to bed like your sister.
Just a couple of minutes, Mom.
Danny, your time is up.
Come brush your teeth and get to bed.
Danny just go!
Oh my God!
Just take Danny and go. Run!
Oh Jesus, Miles.
Nobody fucking move!
Don't hurt my daddy! Get on the floor!
Fucking down! Now!
Get out of the way!
Don't hurt him!
Get on the floor! Fast!
Just let the boy go.
Shut up! Shut up!
It's all your fault!
- What?
I'm not gonna let you do it.
Shit, we're too late.
Check them.
Look at me, Mom. Are you hurt?
Look at me.
I almost...
It'll by okay. We'll figure something out, okay?
Promise.
You came here to stop me?
Yes, I did.
I love you, John.
I always have.
I know.
Clean penetration.
No shattered bone.
Hold here. Compression should stop the bleeding.
Who are you?
Show him.
Danny, I want you to come with me. Show me your room.
Oh, my God!
Now listen to me very carefully.
Dyson listened while the Terminator laid it all down.
Skynet, Judgment Day, the history of things to come.
It's not every day that you find out
you're responsible for 3 billion deaths.
He took it pretty well.
I feel like I'm gonna throw up.
You're judging me
on things I haven't even done yet.
How were we supposed to know?
Yeah. Right.
How were you supposed to know?
Fucking men like you built the hydrogen bomb.
Men like you thought it up.
You think you're so creative.
You don't know what it's like to create something.
To create a life.
To feel it growing inside you.
All you know how to create is death and destruction. - Mom!
We need to be a little more constructive here, okay?
We still have to stop this from happening.
But I thought...
Aren't we changing things? Changing the way it goes?
That's right!
There's no way I'm gonna finish the processor. Not now.
Forget it. I'm out of it.
I quit Cyberdyne tomorrow. - Not good enough.
No one must follow your work. - Right, then...
We have to destroy the stuff at the lab. The files, drives...
Everything. Everything here.
Everything! I don't care.
Do you know about the chip? - What chip?
In a vault at Cyberdyne. From the other one like you.
The CPU from the first terminator.
Son of a bitch, I knew it!
They told us not to ask where they got it.
Those lying motherfuckers!
It was radically advanced.
It was smashed, it didn't work. But it gave us ideas,
took us in new directions. Things we'd never...
All my work is based on it. - It must be destroyed.
Can you get us in, past security?
I think so, yeah.
When?
Now?
The future, always so clear to me,
had become like a black highway at night.
We were in uncharted territory now,
making up history as we went along.
Hi.
Carl, right?
Friends from outta town, Thought I'd...
...show them around.
You know the rules concerning visitors.
I need authorization...
I insist.
Don't even think about it.
Takes 2 keys to open the vault, turned simultaneously.
The other one is at the security station.
Gibbons.
Come on, man, you can't leave the desk like that.
Oh, shit.
My card should access this.
What is it? - Dammit.
The silent alarm's been tripped.
It's neutralized all the codes in the building.
Nothing'll open anywhere now.
We have to abort.
No.
We do it all the way! Okay?
You guys get started on the lab. I can open this.
I think it's that guy from the mall. - It is the guy!
Him and the woman.
Just send everything you've got in the area.
I have a personal entry code for the lab that may still work.
It's no good. - Let me try mine.
John! Fire-in-the-hole!
Wait! You can't go in there!
The fire's set off the halo system!
You have to wait a few minutes, until the gas clears.
Put this on.
Alright, let's get to work.
All units in the vicinity, all units able to respond:
A 211 in progress at 2144 Kramer Street, the Cyberdyne building.
Suspect 1 is white, female,
identified as: Last name Connor, first name Sarah,
escaped from Pescadero State Hospital.
Suspect 2: White, male...
All the disks in my office. All the disks in that office over there.
Everything behind my desk.
All the processors on my left.
We'll blow it up with the CP4.
Could I...
Excuse me...
Could I borrow that thing?
I worked a lot of years on this thing.
Give me that location again. - 2111, Kramer.
The suspects are armed and considered extremely dangerous.
Alright,
7-2-5-6.
Yes!
Easy money.
Oh, shit. Not good. Not good.
How we doing? - Primal cord is set.
One more barrel, two more minutes.
How do we set them off? - Remote control.
Piece of cake.
We got company. - Police?
How many? - All of them, I think.
Go! I'll finish here.
I'll take care of the police. - Wait, you swore...
Trust me.
Hey you at the window,
drop your weapon and place your hands on top of your head.
That's a damn mini-gun!
Come on! Go!
Go! Go!
Fire!
We go the same time to the left. One, two, three, go!
Alright. In order to get that out, you...
We got Skynet by the balls now, don't we? Come on, let's book!
Hold your fire!
Ready to rock? - Ready.
Time to go. Now.
Take this. They'll use gas.
Get started on the door.
Miles, hand me the detonator.
Mom! Mom!
Shit! She's in the clean room. There's no way out of there.
Get down!
Here.
I don't know how much longer I can hold this.
Fall back!
Everybody out!
Move it! Now! Go!
We have a war zone here.
Shut your eyes.
Stay here. I'll be back.
Down on the floor, face down!
On the floor, now!
Okay, drop him!
Here, hold this.
Go!
Get out!
Listen, no matter what happens, you stay under these vests.
You got it? - Yeah.
Chopper is coming in! - It's him.
Stay down!
Hello?
Goddamn,
you alright?
Come on, Mom, we gotta get out.
Take the shotgun. - Okay.
Are you hurt?
Holy shit. Come on!
We need your truck. - Hurry!
Hurry! - Get in.
What the hell...
I'm bleeding bad! - Keep pressure on it.
Here, this'll work.
He's gaining!
Step on it! - This is the vehicle's top speed.
I can get out and run faster than this!
He's coming up, to the right.
Drive a minute. - Where the hell are you going?
Take the off ramp.
Hold on!
Don't stop!
Go straight!
Get the hell out of here!
Get out of here. Let's go!
Hasta la vista, baby.
We don't have much time.
Let's go!
Come on, we gotta get out of here!
Get up!
Hand me the shotgun.
Put your weight on me, Mom.
Hurry!
Come on, Mom!
Come on, Mom, get up!
This way. Come on!
Wait.
Wait, no, it's too hot.
Go back!
Run! - No, we stick together.
John, you gotta go now.
Go now! - No!
Take these steps. Go.
Help me. - I got you. Come on.
Grab the chain. Grab it!
Grab it! Go!
Mom! Come on!
Call to John.
No.
I know this hurts.
Call John.
Call to John now.
Fuck you.
John! Help!
John!
Help me.
Out of the way, John!
Shoot!
Down!
Get up.
Come on.
Holy shit!
I need a vacation.
Is it dead?
Terminated.
Will this melt in there?
Yes. Throw it in.
Adios.
And the chip.
It's over.
No.
There is one more chip.
And it must be destroyed also.
Here.
I can't self-terminate. You must lower me into the steel.
No!
I'm sorry, John.
It'll be okay. Stay with us!
I have to go away. - No don't do it, please don't go.
I must go away, John. - No.
No, wait.
You don't have to.
Sorry.
No, don't do it, don't go!
It has to end here.
I order you not to go.
I know now why you cry.
But it's something I can never do.
Goodbye.
The unknown future rolls toward us.
I face it for the first time with a sense of hope.
Because if a machine, a terminator,
can learn the value of human life,
maybe we can too.