The future has not been written.
There is no fate but what we make for ourselves.
I wish I could believe that.
My name is John Connor.
They tried to murder me before I was born.
When I was 13, they tried again.
Machines from the future.
Terminators.
All my life, my mother told me the storm was coming.
- Judgment Day. - Connor!
The beginning of a war between man and machines.
Three billion lives would vanish in an instant.
And I would lead what was left of the human race to ultimate victory.
It hasn't happened.
No bombs fell.
Computers didn't take control.
We stopped Judgment Day.
I should feel safe...
...but I don't.
So I live off the grid.
No phone, no address.
No one and nothing can find me.
I've erased all connections to the past.
But as hard as I try...
...I can't erase my dreams...
...my nightmares.
I feel the weight of the future bearing down on me.
A future I don't want.
So I keep running...
...as fast as I can.
Anywhere.
Nowhere.
Oh, my God.
Are you okay?
Do you want me to call 911?
I like this car.
What are you...?
You, in the silver Lexus. Slow down.
Slow down and pull over immediately.
Lady, have you any idea how fast you were going?
Let me see your license and registration.
I like your gun.
What?
This stupid thing's not working.
What's wrong with this thing?
I hate machines.
- Hello? - Kate, it's your father.
You're blowing me off again.
I'm so sorry. You know how much I wanted to see you this weekend.
- But we're having computer problems... - I know, you can't talk about it.
It's just...
...Scott was really looking forward to this.
Katie. I wish I had more time to get to know him. I really do.
That's okay. You're bound to run into him at the wedding.
Please. I'm still in a state of denial about that.
- You're not the only one. - Hey, kiddo.
You don't need me to pass judgment on this guy.
You've done the right thing your whole life.
You won't make a mistake. You never do.
I'm the luckiest father in the world, you know?
I've never had to be afraid for my daughter.
Listen, I hate this. I gotta run. Come see me. I promise I won't cancel.
We will.
- Bye, Dad, I love you. - Love you too.
- Okay, what have we got? - This new computer virus is tricky.
It's infected half the civilian Internet as well as secondary military apps.
- Payroll, inventory. - Primary defense nets are still clean?
So far the firewalls are holding up.
Sir, the Pentagon has proposed we use our Al to scan the infrastructure.
Search and destroy for any hint of the virus.
I know, Tony, but that's like going after a fly with a bazooka.
Once the connection's made, it should only be a few minutes.
During which we've put everything under the control of a single computer system.
The most intelligent system ever conceived.
I still prefer to keep humans in the loop.
I'm not sure Skynet's ready.
Yes, sir.
Thanks.
You're supposed to go around to the back.
Hey, I said you're supposed to go...
- Take off your clothes. - Patience, honey.
Bitch. Wait your turn.
- Your clothes. - Talk to the hand.
Now.
Welcome to Jim's Burgers. Can I take your order?
- Jose Barrera? - Yeah, that's me.
Growing concern over widespread outages in the global digital network...
...have prompted rumors of a new computer super-virus.
- Wall Street analysts are confident... - Shit! My mom's home.
Here. Hide the beer. Hide the beer. Here. Take that.
Go, go, go.
Elizabeth and William Anderson?
I'm Bill. My sister's upstairs. Is there something wrong?
What's going on?
I have to go to the clinic. It's an emergency.
It's 4:30 in the morning.
Well, I'll be back before you get up.
Cool it, guys, it's just me.
We've got a sick cat coming in.
Great.
Junkies.
Please, don't do that.
I suppose it was you who ripped us off last week.
Put the phone down.
Sorry.
I just...
I needed some medicine.
There's an emergency clinic half a mile away.
Can't do that.
How much did you take?
- Enough. - Well...
...this is the stuff we use to chemically neuter dogs.
Take a look.
Hey!
Jesus! You didn't have to do that!
Next time bring a clue, not a paintball gun.
- No, this isn't what you think. - Yeah, right.
It's Hercules. I think he's got pneumonia. He started coughing and wouldn't stop.
- Betsy, I've got a problem in the back. - A problem? This is an emergency!
- It sounds like a hairball. - I know what a hairball sounds like.
- Where's Dr. Monroe? - It's 5:30 in the morning.
I'm sure he's home sleeping. He'll come in if he has to.
Just wait in here with Hercules and I'll be a few minutes, all right?
Mike Kripke's basement.
What? What does that mean?
You're John Connor.
I'm Kate Brewster.
We went to West Hills Junior High together.
- Jesus. - What happened to you, John?
Middle of eighth grade, you just disappeared.
And there was that thing about your foster parents.
Yeah, they were murdered.
I didn't do it.
What the hell?
Is somebody with you?
Katherine Brewster?
No.
John Connor was here. Where did he go?
Tell me. Where did he go?
Katherine Brewster?
What are you doing? Let me down!
Let me down! Let me down!
Where is John Connor?
If I tell you, will you let me go?
Yes.
He's...
...in the kennel, in a cage.
You said that you'd let me go.
I lied.
Please, please, please. You have to let me go!
John Connor.
It is time.
You here to kill me?
No. You must live.
- Why are you here? Where are we going? - Keep moving.
Get out of here.
Now!
- No pulse. - See if you can get him down.
I can't.
This guy weighs a ton.
- 911. - Yes. Yes. I'm being kidnapped.
- Where are you now? - I don't know where. I'm in my truck.
It's a Toyota Tundra.
It says "Emery Animal Hospital" on the side. I'm locked inside the back.
Hello?
Shit! Shit!
Get off.
Let me out!
What are you doing here?
You tell me. You got me into this.
- Stop the car. - I can't. Not yet.
- You bastard! Stop the car! - Shut up!
Son of a bitch.
Goddamn it.
Look what you did to my car.
This is my company car, asshole.
Get your ass out here.
Get your ass out of the car. Now!
What are you doing?
If you don't have insurance, I'm gonna rip your balls off.
- I don't want any problems, okay? - Shut up!
Help!
Who's talking back there? What's going on?
- Calm down. - Shut up!
- I'm being kidnapped! Call the police! - Well, I'll be goddamned.
- Call 911! - A cop when you need one.
Help, please! Please!
Let me out of here! Help!
Get back here, asshole!
That's the cops! You have to pull over!
Yeah, first chance I get.
Hold on!
Stop it!
I'll drive.
Get out.
Excuse me.
Move over.
No sign of brain trauma.
Yeah, I'm fine, thanks.
Do you even remember me?
Sarah Connor? Blowing up Cyberdyne?
"Hasta la vista, baby." Ring any bells?
That was a different T-101.
What, do you come off an assembly line or something?
Exactly.
Oh, man. I'm gonna have to teach you everything all over again.
Katherine Brewster, have you sustained injury?
Drop dead, you asshole!
I'm unable to comply.
Where are you taking me?
To a safe location.
All right, get off at the next exit. Let her out.
Negative. Katherine Brewster must be protected.
- I thought I was the one they were after. - You could not be located.
So a T-X was sent back through time to eliminate your lieutenants.
So she's gonna be in the Resistance?
No, no. No, you shouldn't even exist.
I mean, we took out Cyberdyne over 10 years ago.
- We stopped Judgment Day. - You only postponed it.
Judgment Day is inevitable.
I require a cutting tool.
Here, take the wheel.
- What are you doing? - I am powered by two hydrogen fuel cells.
My primary cell was damaged by a plasma attack.
T-X is designed for extreme combat, driven by a plasma reactor...
...and equipped with onboard weapons.
Its arsenal includes...
...nanotechnological transjectors.
- Meaning? - It can control other machines.
Its body chassis is heavily armored and hardened to withstand external attack.
- You'll find a way to destroy her. - Unlikely.
I'm an obsolete design.
T-X is faster, more powerful and more intelligent.
It's a far more effective killing machine.
Oh, great.
That's great.
My presence in this timeline has been anticipated.
T-X is designed to terminate other cybernetic organisms.
So she's an anti-Terminator Terminator?
You've gotta be shitting me.
No, I am not shitting you.
When ruptured, the fuel cells become unstable.
Relax.
- Let me out of here! - Relax!
Man, this is wack.
It's been like this for hours. Every goddamn station.
Hey.
Hey! Are you gonna pay for that?
Talk to the hand.
Help! Help me!
Help!
I think we better go.
Jerky?
You're kidnapping me.
- Look... - God, you were always a delinquent.
And look at you now, sitting there like the bad boy thing still works.
What are you, some kind of gang member?
How do you live with yourself?
What?
Tell her who I am.
John Connor is leader of the Worldwide Resistance and last hope of humankind.
Right. And him?
He's a robot from the future.
Living tissue over a metal skeleton, sent back in time to protect me.
Go to hell.
He doesn't mean you any harm.
I have a fiancé.
He's gonna be looking for me.
What is it that you want?
Just...
...imagine...
...if you knew you were gonna do something important with your life.
Something amazing.
Maybe the most important thing anyone has ever done.
But there's a catch.
Something terrible has to happen.
You couldn't...
...live with yourself if you didn't try to stop it, but...
What are you talking about?
It's just... The life you know...
...all the stuff that you take for granted...
...it's not gonna last.
Mike Kripke.
Back there, why did you say "Kripke's basement"?
Because Mike Kripke's house...
...that's where the kids used to go make out, right?
So you and me... Wait, did we...?
Holy shit, we did.
We made out in Kripke's basement. I cannot believe you remembered that.
I must have made some kind of impression.
Give me a break.
I only remembered because the next day you were in the news.
Wait a second. You and me hooked up the day before I first met him.
And now again, 10 years later.
We were supposed to meet.
Coincidence.
Yeah.
Hon? Did you just get in?
Hi, I'm Detective Edwards, L.A.P.D. This is Detective Bell.
We're looking for Katherine Brewster. Is she here?
No.
- You're her fiancé, Scott Mason? - Yes.
There was an incident at the veterinary hospital where she works.
We're concerned something may have happened to her.
Where is she?
We got a report from a gas station attendant near Victorville...
...about a possible kidnapping and it might be related.
I'll help you find her.
Come with me.
Go.
Your mother?
I never even knew where she was buried.
I hit the road the day she died.
Why did you bring me here?
No! What are you doing?
Hey, stop!
Get away from it! Stop!
Sarah Connor was cremated in Mexico.
Her friends scattered her ashes in the sea.
They stored these weapons in accordance with her will.
What happened to her?
Leukemia.
I'm sorry.
We were living in Baja when she was diagnosed.
They only gave her six months.
But she fought for three years.
Long enough to make sure.
To make sure?
That the world didn't end.
"Every day after this one is a gift."
She told me, "We made it. We're free."
But I never really believed that.
I guess she didn't either.
You know you were about the closest thing to a father I ever had?
How pathetic is that?
Out of my way!
My mission is to protect you.
That's enough.
Move or I'll do it! I swear I will! I'll shoot you!
Go ahead. See what happens.
Don't do that.
Oh, my God.
This is the police. We have the building surrounded.
Release your hostage!
Just leave me here. I'm not the one you want. You're wasting your time.
Incorrect. John Connor leads the Resistance to victory.
How?
Why? Why me?
You are John Connor.
Christ, my mom fed me that bullshit since the cradle.
Look at me. I'm no leader, I never was!
I'm never gonna...
Let go.
You're right. You're not the one I want.
I'm wasting my time.
Fuck you, you fucking machine!
Better.
Oh, you were just dicking with me?
Anger is more useful than despair.
What?
Basic psychology is among my subroutines.
Perps still holed up?
Gotcha.
Good news. Your fiancée's okay.
Where is she?
Greenlawn Cemetery, up off the 5 freeway.
It's right by the desert. But they're gonna bring her back to the...
Oh, my God! Oh, my dear Jesus! God!
You're safe now. They can't hurt you.
Kate, my name is Dr. Silberman.
I'm a post-trauma counselor for the sheriff's department.
How are you feeling?
He's not human.
He's really not human.
I know what it's like to be in a hostage situation.
I've been there myself.
The fear, the adrenaline.
You find yourself imagining things.
Impossible things.
Crazy things.
Insane things.
Take years to get over it.
- Go, go, go! - Move it!
Drop your weapon!
And the coffin!
Take him down! Take him down!
Resume fire!
We must reacquire Katherine Brewster.
Why? What makes her so goddamn important?
Through her, you contact remnants of the military and learn how to fight Skynet...
...forming the core of the Resistance.
Later, your children will become important.
- What? - She's your wife.
Get in!
Do you want to live? Come on!
- It was Scott! How could it be Scott? - Your fiancé?
The T-X is polymimetic, able to take the form of anything it touches.
Your fiancé is dead.