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.