Three billion human lives ended on August 29, 1997.
The survivors of the nuclear fire called the war Judgement Day.
Now they face a new nightmare, the war against the machines.
The Skynet computer sent two Terminators back through time.
Their mission was to destroy the leader of the resistance:
John Connor, my son.
One terminator was programmed to strike at me before John was born.
It failed.
The second was set to strike at John when he was still a child.
As before, the resistance was able to send a lone warrior.
A protector for John. But who 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.
Take it.
You can't take the man's wheels. Get off before I put you down.
That's it, goddamn it!
Car 31-D at the 6th Street bridge.
- Electrical disturbance. - 10-4, car 31-D.
John, get in there and clean up that pigsty of yours.
John!
Your foster parents are dicks.
I've had it with that kid. He won't even answer me anymore.
Get off your butt and help me. Todd!
- What? - He has to clean that room of his.
Oh, it's an emergency. Hang on, I'll get right on it.
John, get your ass inside. Do what your mother tells you.
She's not my mother, Todd.
This next case is interesting. I've been following it for years.
A 29-year-old female...
...diagnosed as acute schizo-affective disorder.
Depression, anxiety, delusions of persecution.
The delusional architecture is fairly unique.
She believes that a machine called a "terminator" -
- Was sent back through time to kill her.
Also that the father of her child was a soldier sent to protect her.
He was from the future, too. 2029, if I remember correctly.
Here we are.
Good 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.
Patients can't disrupt their rooms. See that she takes her Thorazine.
- Are you John Connor's guardian? - What's he done now?
- Could I speak with him, please? - You could if he were here.
- Do you have a photograph of John? - Sure, hold on.
- What is this about? - I need to ask him a few questions.
He's a good-looking boy. May I keep this picture?
- There was a guy here this morning. - 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...
- PIN number 9003. - Who did you learn this stuff from?
From my mom. My real mom. Withdraw 300 bucks.
Come on, baby.
- Hey, it worked. - All right, easy money.
Piece of cake!
- Is that her? - Yes.
- Is she pretty cool? - No, she's a complete psycho.
That's why she's up at Pescadero Mental Institute.
She tried to blow up the computer factory.
She's a total loser. Let's go and spend some money.
It's like a strobe light burning right through my eyes.
Somehow I can still see.
- The dream's always the same... - Please, continue.
Children look like burnt paper.
Black. Not moving.
And then the blast wave hits them.
They fly apart like leaves.
Dreams of cataclysm and the end of the world are very common.
It's not a dream, it's real. I know the date it happens.
I'm sure it feels real.
Well on August 29th, 1997, it will feel pretty fucking real to you.
Anybody not wearing a two million sunblock is going to have a bad day.
You think you're safe and alive. You're already dead.
Him, you, you're dead. This whole place is gone.
You're living in a fucking dream, because I know what happens!
I'm much better now. Clearer.
Yes, your attitude has been much improved lately.
- It's helped me to have a goal. - And what is that?
You said that if I showed improvement after six months -
- You would transfer me to minimum security.
And I could have visitors.
It has been six months, and I was looking forward to seeing my son.
I see.
Go back to what you were saying about those terminator machines.
- Do they exist? - They don't exist. I know that now.
But you've told me many times about how you crushed one.
If I had, there would have been some evidence at the factory.
So you don't believe anymore that the company covered it up?
No, why would they?
Mr. Dyson...
Mr. Dyson, the materials team is running another...
We're running another series, you have to sign the..."it" out.
Come on, I'll get it.
I haven't been here very long, but could you tell me if you know...
- Know what? - Do you know where "it" came from?
I asked them once and you know what they told me?
"Don't ask."
Good morning, Mr. Dyson.
Insert key. Left on three, two, one, turn.
- How are the wife and kids? - Great, thanks.
What do you think, Doctor?
- Haven't I shown improvement? - Sarah, here's the problem.
I think you're just telling me what I want to hear.
You don't believe what you're telling me.
If I put you in minimum security, you'd 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'm recommending that you stay here for another six months.
I'll kill you, you son of a bitch.
Ten cc's of sodium pentothal.
- You don't know what you're doing. - Get some restraints in here.
You don't know what you're doing.
Model citizen.
You've just missed him. He said he was going to the Galleria.
I'll go get some quarters.
- Do you know John Connor? - No.
- Do you know this guy? - No, I don't know him.
- John. - Not now.
There's a cop scoping for you.
Split, man.
I saw him...
Get out of here.
Get down.
Start!
Time out. Come on, stop the bike.
Don't take this the wrong way, but you are a terminator, right?
Yes, Cyberdyne Systems, model 101.
Holy shit!
You're really real.
You're a machine underneath, but 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 part out for myself.
- So what's the deal? - My mission is to protect you.
- Who sent you? - You did.
35 years from now you re-programmed me to protect you in this time.
This is deep.
So this other guy, he's a terminator like you?
Not like me. A T-1000 advanced prototype.
- 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.
- I've got to stop by my house. - No. He'll look for you there.
- Are you sure? - I would.
Todd and Janelle are dicks...
...but I've got to warn them. Have you got a quarter?
- Janelle, it's me. - John?
- Are you guys okay? - Sure, everything's okay.
- Are you all right? - Yeah, I'm fine.
John, it's late. I was beginning to worry about you.
If you hurry home, we can have dinner together.
She's never this nice.
- Where are you? - What's the dog barking at?
- Shut up! - The dog's really barking.
I thought you told the kid he had to get rid of that mutt.
- Honey, it's late. - Could he already be there?
- Are you okay? - I'm fine.
- What's the dog's name? - Max.
What's wrong with Wolfy? I can hear him barking.
Wolfy is fine, honey. Where are you?
Your foster parents are dead.
You're telling me that this thing can imitate anything it touches?
Anything it samples by physical contact.
Could it disguise itself as a pack of cigarettes?
- Only an object of equal size. - Why doesn't it become a bomb?
It can't form complex machines with moving parts.
- It can form solid metal shapes. - Like what?
Knives and stabbing weapons.
These were taken in 1984 at West Highland Police Station.
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 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?
We're wasting our time. Let's go.
Sorry, guys.
She grows more and more distant as time goes on.
She can't help us now, but if she clears at all, I'll call.
Douglas, take her back to her room.
Come on, sweetheart.
We spent a lot of time in Nicaragua and places like that.
She was with this crazy ex-Green Beret guy, running guns.
Then there were some other guys.
Anybody who could teach me to become a great military leader.
Then she gets busted.
"Hey kid, your mom's a psycho, didn't you know?"
It was like everything I believed was all made of bullshit.
I hated her for that.
But everything she said was true.
She knew.
And nobody believed her.
Not even me.
- We've got to get her out of there. - Negative.
The T-1000 will copy Sarah Connor and wait for you to contact her.
- What will happen to her? - She will be terminated.
- We've got to go right now. - Negative. It's not our mission.
Fuck you! She's a priority to me.
- What's your problem? Help! - This doesn't help our mission.
Help, 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? - That's one of my parameters.
Prove it.
Stand on one foot.
Cool. My own terminator.
- Are you okay, kid? - Take a hike, bozo.
- Let's get out of here. - Fuck you, you little dipshit.
Dipshit?
Put your leg down. You called moi a dipshit?
Grab this guy.
Now who's the dipshit?
No!
Put the gun down!
- Get out of here. - Split.
- You were going to kill that guy. - Of course, I'm a terminator.
Listen carefully.
You're not a terminator anymore.
Have you got that? You can't go around killing people.
- Why? - Because you can't.
- Why? - You just can't. Trust me.
I'm going to get my mom and I order you to help me.
- Hi, you have a Sarah Connor here? - You're running kind of late.
They've been in there for an hour. Hold on, I'll buzz you in.
Here come your friends now.
That was productive.
- Gwen, do you want some coffee? - No, how about a beer?
I got a full house. It must be my lucky day.
- You broke my arm. - There are 215 bones in your body.
That's one. Now, don't move.
What are you going to do?
Why do we stop now?
- You won't kill anyone, right? - Right.
- Swear? - What?
Put up your hand and say, " I swear I won't kill anyone."
I swear I will not kill anyone.
All right, let's go.
Visiting hours is ten till four, Monday through Friday.
- What the hell are you doing? - You shot me.
He'll live.
Son of a bitch!
- Let's all try to remain calm. - Open it or he'll die.
- Connor, let him go. - Open the door.
- Take it easy, Sarah. - It won't work. You're no killer.
You're already dead. You know I believe it, so don't fuck with me.
Open the door.
Back off. I'll pump him full of this shit, I swear.
- Don't move. Drop the shit. - Do it.
Get in the office. On the floor. Not you. Open the door.
On the floor. Hold it open. Face the wall.
Get her!
Let's go. Open it.
She broke it off.
Come on. Move it.
Mom, wait!
- Help her. - Wait here.
He'll kill us all.
Mom, are you okay?
- Come with me if you want to live. - It's okay, he's here to help.
Go!
What is it?
Get down.
Mom!
Out of the car!
Right now!
Go!
I'm out.
Come on.
Reload.
Last one.
Hang on.
Ready.
Here, drive.
- There's nobody behind us. - Are you all right?
- Can you even see anything? - I see everything.
Cool.
Come here.
I'm okay.
John, it was stupid of you to go there.
You almost got yourself killed. What were you thinking?
You cannot risk yourself for me. You're too important.
Do 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.
What's your story?
- Are you okay? - Fine.
Say, that's a nice bike.
Watch it, lug nuts.
- Do you know what you're doing? - I have detailed files on anatomy.
- To be a more efficient killer. - Correct.
Does it hurt when you get shot?
I sense injuries. The data could be called pain.
- 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... last?
- 120 years, with this power cell. - Can you learn new stuff?
So you can be more human and not such a dork all the time.
I have a neural-net processor. A learning computer.
The more contact I have with humans, the more I learn.
Are we learning yet?
We have to get as far away from the city as possible.
Head south.
Keep it under 65. We don't want to be pulled over.
- Affirmative. - No, no.
Listen to the way people talk. You don't say "affirmative".
You say, "No problem."
If someone's got an attitude, you say, "Eat me."
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."
Chill out, dickwad.
- Great, now you're getting it. - No problem.
You want some of my fries?
- Need any help? - No.
- I got you. - No, you didn't.
We're not going to make it, are we?
People, I mean.
It's in your nature to destroy yourselves.
Major drag.
I need to know the man responsible for building Skynet.
Miles Bennet Dyson.
He's director of special projects at Cyberdyne Systems Corporation.
- Why him? - He creates a new microprocessor.
Then what?
Cyberdyne becomes the largest supplier of military computers.
Stealth bombers are computerized, becoming fully unmanned.
They fly perfectly. The Skynet funding bill is passed.
The system goes on-line on August 4th, 1987.
Human decisions are removed from defence. Skynet learns quickly.
It become self-aware at 2:14 a.m. on August 29th.
In a panic they try to pull the plug.
- Skynet fights back. - It launches missiles at Russia.
They're our friends now.
Skynet knows the Russians will eliminate its enemies over here.
How much do you know about Dyson?
- I have detailed files. - I want to know everything.
What he looks like, where he lives, everything.
Wait in the car.
Enrique, are you here?
You're pretty jumpy, Connor.
And you?
You old dog...
It's good to see you, Connor.
I didn't know...
Yolanda, we have guests. Bring a bottle of tequila.
Hey, big John...
- Who's the big fella? - He's cool. He's with me.
He's Uncle Bob. Uncle Bob, this is Enrique.
How are you? You've grown so big.
Drink?
Uncle Bob?
You're famous. All over the TV. You, John, your big friend here.
The cops are going nuts looking for you.
I just came for my stuff. I need clothes, food and a truck.
- How about my gold fillings? - Now, Enrique.
- You two, you're on weapons detail. - Let's go.
One thing about my mom, she always plans ahead.
Excellent.
This is my best truck, but the starter motor has to be changed.
Do it. After dark we'll cross the border.
I grew up with this. I thought that was how people lived.
Riding around in helicopters. Learning how to blow shit up.
That's definitely you.
Mom's guys were mostly geeks.
But this one guy was cool. He taught me engines.
- Hold here. - Mom screwed it up, of course.
Telling him about Judgement Day and me being a world leader.
That was all she wrote.
Torque wrench, please.
- I wish I'd have met my real dad. - You will.
Yeah, when I'm 45.
I sent him back through time to 1984.
He hasn't even been born yet.
That messes with your head.
The other bolt.
Mom and him were only together one night, but she still loves him.
I see her crying sometimes. She denies it totally, of course.
- Why do you cry? - You mean people?
I don't know. We just cry when it hurts.
- Pain causes it? - No, it's different.
- You hurt inside. You get it? - No.
- All right, my man. - No problem.
Give me five.
Put out your hand.
Now hit me. Do the same thing.
That's good. Up high.
Five low.
Too slow. I'm just kidding. Let's try it one more time.
Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly so clear.
The terminator would never stop. It would never leave him.
And it would never hurt him or get drunk and hit him.
It would always have time for him.
It would always be there and it would die to protect him.
Of all the would-be fathers over the years. -
- This machine was the only one who measured up.
In an insane world, it was the sanest choice.
Let's do it this way.
There we go.
You're to go south with him. She'll meet you tomorrow.
Mom, wait!
No fate...
No fate but what we make.
My father told her this.
I made him memorize it up in the future as a message to her.
Never mind.
The whole thing goes... "The future's not set."
"There's no fate but what we make for ourselves."
- She intends to change the future. - Yeah, I guess.
- Shit! - Dyson.
Miles Dyson. She's going to blow him away. Come on, let's go.
- This is tactically dangerous. - Drive faster.
The T-1000 has the same files as I do.
- It might anticipate this move. - We've got to stop her.
- Killing Dyson may prevent the war. - I don't care.
Haven't you figured out why you can't kill people?
- Danny, I told you to go to bed. - Just a couple of minutes, Mom.
Danny, come and brush your teeth and get to bed.
Danny...
Daddy!
Danny, just go.
Miles!
- Go, Tarissa. Run! - Miles!
Nobody fucking move.
- Don't hurt my daddy. - Get down on the floor.
- Get out of the way. - Don't hurt him.
Down on the floor.
- Just let the boy go. - Shut up.
- It's all your fault, motherfucker. - What?
I'm not going to let you do it to them.
Shit, we're too late.
Check them.
Look at me, Mom. Are you hurt?
Look at me.
I almost...
It'll be okay. We'll figure something out.
I promise.
- You came here to stop me. - Yeah, I did.
I love you, John.
I always have.
I know.
Clean penetration.
No shattered bone. Compression will stop the bleeding.
- Who are you people? - Show him.
Danny, come with me. Show me your room.
Listen to me very carefully.
Dyson listened while the terminator laid it all down.
Skynet, Judgement Day, the history of things to come.
It's not every day you learn you're responsible for millions of deaths.
He took it pretty well.
I feel like I'm going to 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 actually create a life.
To feel it growing inside you. All you know is death and destruction.
We need to be more constructive. We have to stop this from happening.
But I thought...
- Aren't we changing things now? - I won't finish the new processor.
- I'll quit Cyberdyne tomorrow. - That's not good enough.
No one must follow your work.
We have to destroy the files and disc drives.
Everything here.
I don't care.
Do you know about the chip?
- There was another one like you. - The CPU from the first terminator?
- I knew it! - They didn't say where they got it.
- Those lying motherfuckers. - It was radically advanced.
It was smashed. It didn't work, but it gave us new ideas.
Things we would have never...
- All my work was based on it. - It must be destroyed.
Can you get us past security?
I think so. When?
Now?
The future was no longer clear. It was like a highway at night.
We were in uncharted territory. Making up history as we went along.
Hi... Carl, right?
Friends from out of town. I thought I'd show them around.
You know the rules. I need written authorization...
I insist.
Don't even think about it.
It's okay.
It takes two keys to open the vault. The guard has the other one.
Gibbons?
Come on, man! You can't leave the desk like that.
Shit!
My card should access this.
- What is it? - Damn it.
The silent alarm has been tripped.
It's neutralized all the codes in the building. Nothing will open.
- We have to abort. - No.
We go all the way. Okay?
Start on the lab. I can open this.
It's the guy from the mall. Yes, him and the woman.
Send everything you've got.
My entry code for the lab 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 set off the halon system.
Wait until the gas clears.
Here.
Let's get to work.
All units able to respond:
A 211 in progress at the Cyberdyne building.
Suspect is a white female. Name: Sarah Connor.
She escaped from a state hospital. Suspect two: White male.
Wanted for the murder of police officers in 1984.
Seven, two, five, six. Yes.
Easy money.
Shit! Not good.
- How are we doing? - The primer cord is set.
Two more minutes.
- How do we set them off? - Remote control.
- Piece of cake. We've 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.
You in the window, drop your weapon now.
That's a damn mini-gun!
Fire!
To the left. One, two, three...
In order to get that out...
We've got Skynet by the balls now. Come on.
- 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!
She has no way out.
Get down!
Here.
I don't know how much longer I can hold this.
Fall back! Everybody out!
This is a war zone.
Shut your eyes.
Stay here. I'll be back.
Down on the floor.
Down on the floor now!
Okay, drop him.
Here, hold this.
Go!
Get out.
No matter what happens, you stay under these vests.
- Chopper coming in. - It's him.
John, stay down.
Mom!
Goddamn, are you all right?
Mom, we've got to get out.
Take the shotgun.
Are you hurt?
- Come on, Mom. - We need your truck.
Get in.
What the hell?
- I'm bleeding. - Keep pressure on it.
Here, use this.
He's gaining.
- Step on it. - This is the vehicle's top speed.
He's coming up to the right.
- Drive. - Where are you going?
Take the off-ramp.
Hold on!
Don't stop.
Go straight.
Get the hell out of here!
Let's go!
Hasta la vista, baby.
We don't have much time.
Let's go.
Mom, we have to go.
Hurry.
Come on, Mom.
Come on, get up.
This way.
Wait, it's too hot. Go back.
- Run. - No!
John, you've got to go now.
- Go! Now! - No.
Get up the steps.
Come on, I've got you.
Grab that chain.
Go!
Mom, come on!
- Call to John. - No.
I know this hurts.
Call John.
Call to John now.
Fuck you!
John, help me.
Mom.
Help me.
- Get out of the way, John. - Shoot!
Get down.
Get up.
- 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 cannot self-terminate.
You must lower me into the steel.
No.
- I'm sorry, John. - Stay with us, it'll be okay.
- I have to go away. - Please, don't go.
I must go away, John.
- Wait, you don't have to do this. - Sorry.
- No, 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.
If a machine, a terminator, can learn the value of human life. -
- Maybe we can, too.