SARAH [VOICE-O VER]: There are those who believe...
... that a child in the womb shares his mother's dreams.
Her love for him, her hopes for his future.
Is it told to him in pictures while he sleeps inside her?
Is that why he reaches for her in that first moment and cries for her touch?
But what if you've known since he was inside you what his life held for him.
That he would be hunted, that his fate was tied to the fate of millions...
... that every moment of your life would be spent keeping him alive?
Would he understand why you were so hard?
Why you held on so tight? Would he still reach for you...
... if the only dream you've ever shared with him was a nightmare?
Would he know my love runs through him like blood?
John, now.
Now.
- The cops make you at the diner? - I don't know. Maybe.
Yes, definitely.
COP 1 [O VER LOUDSPEAKER]: Sarah Connor, John Connor.
Drop what you're carrying.
Put your hands on your head and kneel on the ground.
Now!
[JOHN GRUNTS]
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
[DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE]
[ENGINE TURNS O VER AND STARTS]
[RADIO CHATTER]
Do me a favor, will you?
Fix it.
COP 2: Ohhhh!
[COP 2 GRUNTING]
[COP 2 MO ANING]
[SIREN WAILING]
COP 1: Drop your weapon!
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
[SARAH GRUNTS]
Move. Move.
Get down.
You run! Run!
[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
John!
John. John.
John.
No.
Do it!
Do it, kill me. Nothing matters anymore.
Kill me!
You're right.
Nothing matters anymore.
Only the boy.
The future's ours.
And it begins now.
[INHALES SHARPLY]
Hey.
Did you scream or something?
Scream? No.
[SIGHS]
Go back to sleep.
No, I can't. I've got early shift.
Are you all right?
I'm good.
- Yeah? - I'm great.
Well, you damn well better be.
You know the guy down at the store told me any woman would be lucky...
...to have this ring.
He doesn't know the giver like I do.
You wanna know a secret?
I don't know. I don't like secrets.
No? Ha, ha, this is a good one.
- Really? Oh. - Yeah.
All right.
John picked it out.
Yeah, well, sort of.
I'd been looking and looking and I kind of started freaking myself out...
...with the whole color and cut and clarity...
So you turned the job over to a 15-year-old boy?
You think I'm a jackass, don't you?
Thinking I love you.
Always remember that.
Early shift.
- Better get going. - Right.
Early shift. Uh-huh.
Bye.
[INHALES SHARPLY]
Mom, how many times have I told you it's freaky when you do that?
I'm sorry.
Mmm.
What's going on?
We can't stay here, John.
What?
It's not safe.
Not safe from who?
No one knows us.
No one asks questions. It's been almost two years.
School starts in, like, three weeks.
- We need to go. - No, you need to go.
You're scared. He gave you a ring and now you freak out.
- I know you like him. - So do you, Mom.
So do you. You love him, I know you do.
Listen to me, the cops will never find us, we're safe.
Don't you think that, John. Don't you ever think that. Look at me.
No one is ever safe.
Half an hour.
One bag...
...plus the guns.
I'll make pancakes.
SARAH [VOICE-O VER]: Every family has rules...
... and we had ours.
Keep your head down.
Keep your eyes up.
Resist the urge to be seen as important or special.
Know your exits.
COP: I mean, she's not exactly missing, right?
- The way you explain it. - Right.
The way I explained it, she's not missing, she left.
- Happens more than you think. - You don't know her.
I could say the same to you, Mr. Dixon.
DIXON: FBI?
Been together long?
Six months, maybe. Bit of a whirlwind.
Ha, ha, ha. You have no idea the whirlwind.
Tell me, does the Skynet defense system mean anything to you?
No.
How about this guy?
Miles Dyson. No. Never seen him before.
That's because he's dead.
Your fiancée freshly escaped from the Pescadero Mental Hospital...
...blew him apart two years ago.
Leveled a four-story research lab along with him.
But since there's no lethal injection for the destruction of property...
...let's just stick with the murder of one of our brightest computer scientists...
...and a dedicated family man.
That's... It's just not...
Why would she do that, huh?
Well, you know, Mr. Dixon.
It's the robots.
The ones from the future.
The ones Skynet sent to kill her son?
Which makes total sense, because in the future, John's not only her son but...
What does it say here?
"The leader of the resistance fighting artificially intelligent machines...
...determined to annihilate the human race."
Did he strike you that way?
Leader of a scrappy band of rebels? Luke Skywalker type?
He's just a kid.
He's a great kid. He was like a son to me.
I came down here for help.
You can't really be asking me this.
No, I'm not.
This is just my patter, Mr. Dixon.
This is me impressing upon you that I'm not here because you lost your fiancée.
Love of your life and all around good-time girl.
I'm here because my boss, the United States...
...thinks Sarah Connor is a deluded, dangerous, Grade A whack-a-mole...
...who killed a man because she believes in the future he'll invent a computer...
...that declares war on the world.
So let's begin with her name.
I understand it's not Connor.
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
MAN 1: I couldn't go, so I saved it all till the last minute.
MAN 2: How'd it turn out? MAN 1: Ah, I think all right.
You'll be responsible for three chapters a week.
You have a quiz each Friday.
You'll be allowed one makeup test with a parent's note.
- Lf you're late for class without a note... - What's your name?
- John. - Cameron.
- Cleaning beakers. And no talking while I'm talking.
[STUDENTS CHUCKLING]
John?
- Hey. - I haven't seen you around here before.
- Did you just move here? - Yeah, I did.
- Ha, ha. Sucks for you. - Ha.
My dad sells tractors.
- What about yours? - Insurance.
Really? What kind?
- The boring kind. - Ha, ha, ha.
Those are the kind of tractors my dad sells.
What about your mom?
My mom stays home.
You know, I've really gotta get to the next class, so...
So maybe I'll see you later?
Sure, yeah.
Okay, well, bye.
[STUDENTS CHATTERING]
[CROWS CAWING]
[DOOR OPENS]
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON HEADPHONES]
[ROCK MUSIC STOPS]
This is a hick town, Mom.
We've been in worse places.
A lot worse.
Well, my clothes are all wrong.
I need, like, some different shirts.
You know, here everyone wears boots? Like cowboy boots.
I hate cowboy boots.
See what I can do.
Their computer's like from the frigging '50s or something.
- Their computers? I thought we agreed. - No, they switched my class.
- Last thing I need is you caught hacking. - I'm not hacking. God, I know the rules.
They're, like, written on the inside of my eyeballs, all right?
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
[SIGHS]
Hey.
You meet any pretty girls?
[JOHN SCOFFS]
No. I'm telling you, it's a hick town.
Come on.
Agent Ellison.
Welcome to New Mexico.
The sheriff's detached me to hustle you around on your business here.
Whatever that is, he wouldn't say.
He doesn't know.
MAN [O VER PA]:between Nutrition and Second Period today.
Come and show your support. Show some pep.
I lied to you yesterday.
My dad doesn't sell insurance.
He's dead.
He was a soldier. He was killed on a mission.
- I'm sorry. - Oh, it's all right.
My mom was pregnant with me when it happened. I never even knew him.
So it's all right.
My mom, she... She's... She's kind of uptight.
Actually, no. She's really uptight.
She likes me to come home after school...
...and hang out with her and that kind of thing, you know?
[INHALES SHARPLY]
I'm all she's got.
Thank you for explaining.
It'll be our secret.
[BELL RINGING]
Mr. Ferguson is ill today.
My name is Cromartie.
Is that your only name, like Madonna?
Madonna? Why? No.
[STUDENTS LAUGHING]
Let's take attendance, then.
- Marie Booeye? - Here.
- Donald Chase. - Here.
- Franklin Lane. - Here.
- Cynthia Nolan. - Here.
- Wayne Parker. - Here.
Cameron Phillips.
Cameron?
Here.
Reese. Do we have a John Reese?
[JOHN CLEARS THRO AT]
Excellent.
[STUDENTS YELLING AND SCREAMING]
[TERMINATOR'S LEG WHIRRING]
Class dismissed.
WOMAN [ON TV]: Witnesses are reporting gunfire just minutes ago...
... at Crestview High School in Red Valley. Police are...
[GRUNTS]
Ahhh.
Come with me if you wanna live.
[GRUNTS]
- Sarah Connor. - Where is he?
What have you done with him?
You don't know.
You don't know?
Killing yourself is the best strategy.
If you're alive, I can use you against him.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
[SARAH GAGGING]
[IN SARAH'S VOICE] John? - Mom, Mom.
I tried to call you.
JOHN [ON PHONE]: I've been trying to call you.
Listen to me, okay? They're back. It's back.
- John, slow down. Where are you? JOHN: I'm going to the house.
- I'll be right there. - Mom.
I love you, John. Stay right there.
Let's go.
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]
[DOG BARKING]
[GAGGING]
[IN SARAH'S VOICE] John?
John.
- Are you okay? JOHN: Mom?
- John? JOHN: Mom?
John! No!
John!
[SARAH EXHALES SHARPLY]
CAMERON [IN JOHN'S VOICE]: Neat trick. You like?
[SARAH GRUNTING]
Next time you do what you're trained to do. You run.
Go. Ugh.
[ENGINE REVVING]
[BANGING]
[JOHN GRUNTS]
Did you stop him?
One hundred twenty seconds and the system reboots.
- I was sent here to protect John. - Not now. Not yet.
You might want to put those back in the holster.
Oh.
We should be good here two more hours.
Hit the border at lunchtime.
What year are you from?
2027.
How long have you been looking for us?
Seventy-three days.
And the war?
The Skynet missile defense system goes online April 19th, 2011.
Declares war on mankind and triggers a nuclear apocalypse two days later.
And Miles Dyson?
Someone else builds Skynet.
Who?
- We don't know. - You don't know who builds...
...the computer that blows up the world?
I wasn't sent here for that.
No. You were sent here to keep my son from being assassinated.
Your fiancé went to the police.
You should've changed your alias.
Go to hell.
They'd have found you anyway.
They always do.
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
[CHATTERING ON RADIO]
There's Kevlar in that chair.
APB's statewide, but it's been...
Nineteen hours.
What the hell happened here?
Twenty-two witnesses, Deputy Ridge.
Twenty-two of your good townfolk.
That's a whole football team.
Guess what 19 of them saw?
A shooter with some kind of robot leg.
[SIGHS]
Hey.
Why is this happening again?
I don't know.
You stopped it.
I guess I didn't.
But you can.
You changed the future, you didn't change it enough.
So you can do it again.
- I don't know, John. - I can't keep running. I can't.
I'm not who they think I am.
Some messiah.
You don't know that.
I know.
I can't lead an army.
Maybe that's you but it'll never be me, so you've gotta stop it.
Please.
Mom.
All right.
All right, what?
SARAH: I'll stop it.
[BEEPING]
We're not going across the border.
Where are we going?
To find Skynet.
Chip?
Back at school...
...you apologized for lying to me.
So I should apologize for lying to you.
It's all right, I get it.
You needed to get close to me. It's just the way you're...
...programmed.
Like some hot girl is really gonna try and make friends with the new weird kid.
If I'd thought about it...
...I would have known something was messed up, you know?
In the future, you have many friends.
What model are you?
Are you new? You seem...
...different.
I am.
Let's go.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Mom, pizza's here.
Mom, the pizza.
Mom?
- You. - We need to talk about Miles, Tarissa.
Danny, go to your room. Right now.
- How dare you come here? - I know what they told you.
- But it didn't happen that way. - Get the hell out of here.
- Now. - It didn't happen that way.
I can't let you do that.
TARISSA: Let go! - Listen to me.
I didn't kill Miles.
[TARISSA INHALES SHARPLY]
All right? I didn't do it.
[INHALES SHARPLY]
I would never.
Miles was a hero.
Then why are you here?
CAMERON: We're back.
[MACHINE WHIRRING]
TARISSA: You told me there'd be no more machines.
[TARISSA SIGHS]
Look, it's happening again. Everything we fought to stop.
Miles' work at Cyberdyne is the only link we have.
Is there anyone, anywhere who's shown an interest in his work?
Anyone he could have told, someone he forgot?
There's nobody. It's all gone.
You destroyed it all.
You and Miles destroyed...
[INHALES SHARPLY]
You destroyed everything.
[FOOTSTEPS]
We have to go.
Now.
[DOGS BARKING]
Help me.
Help my son.
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
[ENGINE REVVING]
[TIRES SQUEALING]
Mom! Mom!
[TIRES SQUEALING]
[BEEPING]
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
Oh, God.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[BANGING]
Bandages. Rubbing alcohol.
- Mom, you need a doctor. - Go!
We'll find cover out back.
First aid kit on the floor.
[BREATHES SHARPLY]
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
Get it done before he gets back.
I'll get some ice. It'll numb you, slow the blood loss.
Needle and thread slow the blood loss.
Do it now.
[SARAH EXHALES SHARPLY]
[CLOTHES RIPPING]
We can't keep running.
I'll lose my boy.
He'll leave me.
- What time is it? - 7:52.
How's the arm?
- Better. CAMERON: Good.
- We need to go. - Where?
I'll show you.
Do you have, like, an account here?
Safety deposit box.
When did you open that?
1963.
[CHATTERING]
Everybody on the floor.
Please.
[ALL CHATTERING LOUDLY]
Keys to the safety deposit boxes.
[GUN COCKS]
Get inside. Keys.
Lock us in and then get away from the door.
I'll know if you don't.
You said you had a safety deposit box.
I do.
Open these boxes.
Put everything you find on the table.
Carefully.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
Hey, James. You gotta see this.
The alarm tripped seven minutes ago.
Camera autodumps a digital copy to the L.A.P.D. servers.
Don't you know them?
Less and less all the time.
Is that from the future?
You can't bring anything through when you come.
Not weapons, not clothing...
...nothing.
You send someone back to build it.
What is it?
Hope.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[MACHINE WHIRRING]
Is that the police?
- No. Get away from the door. - Why?
That's why.
- That better be what I think it is. CAMERON: One of our best engineers.
Took him eight months to scavenge the parts.
When the isotope solution turns red, you fire.
Isotope?
What, is this nuclear?
No, not really.
[CRASHING]
I don't get why you locked it.
- We didn't have to get trapped. - You're not trapped.
What is that?
Engineer got a job building the vault.
So we'd always have a way back home.
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
[BANGING]
- What have you done? - You wanna find Skynet?
You wanna stop Skynet?
- This is the way. - You don't know who builds it.
No. But we know where and we know when.
We can go kill it before it's born.
You can stop running, stay in one place, fight.
[BANGING AND CRASHING]
[BANGING]
Mom, we gotta go, now.
Mom!
Do it!
[SARAH GRUNTS]
[CAR HORNS HONKING]
[TIRES SQUEALING]
[CAR HORNS HONKING]
- Where are we? - Same where. Different when.
MAN 1: Man, check this out.
MAN 2: Oh, yeah. MAN 3: Oh, yeah.
MAN 4: It'll be a good day, baby.
I got something for you.
[MEN GRUNTING]
So, this is where it all starts?
This is where Skynet begins?
Somewhere in there.
And nobody knows we're here?
You're safe.
- No one is ever safe. - No one is ever safe.
Come on.
SARAH [VOICE-O VER]: It is said that the death of any one person...
... is the death of an entire world.
Certainly for parents...
... the death of a child is no less than a holocaust.
In the case of my son, these words are literally true.
MAN [ON TV]: And finally tonight...
... amateur video of what we can only assume...
... is a college prank gone wrong...
... as three streakers caused chaos trying to cross the 105 Freeway.
Honey, did you hear me? We're late.
Yeah, I heard you.
SARAH [VOICE-O VER]: And even though we've traveled through time...
... bent the rules of nature...
... they will keep coming for him...
... keep trying to kill him.
But until that day...
... it's gonna be one hell of a dogfight.
SARAH: In the future, my son will lead mankind in a war against Skynet...
... the computer system programmed to destroy the world.
It has sent machines back through time.
Some to kill him.
One to protect him.
Today we fight to stop Skynet from ever being created.
To change our future.
To change his fate.
The war to save mankind begins now.
SARAH: A wise man once said, "Know thyself. "
Easier said than done.
I've had nine aliases, 23 jobs, spoken four languages...
... and spent three years in a mental hospital for speaking the truth.
At least when I was there I could use my real name.
Through it all, I've always known who I am and why I'm here.
Protect my son. Prepare him for the future.
But lately it's gotten harder to control.
Even as I try to help John find firm ground in this new world...
... the battlefield shifts beneath our feet.
Maybe it's all catching up to me.
Maybe if you spend your life hiding who you are...
... you might finally end up fooling yourself.
Hey, how's it going?
All right. Ahem.
You bought me the wrong needle-nose pliers though.
I did? You said red handles.
Oh. Heh.
I'm sorry. I, uh...
I guess I'm still...
- Heh, I don't know. - I've been calling it time lag.
- What? - It's like jet lag, but for time travel. Heh.
Time-lagged. Yeah, sounds about right.
You know what would help with time lag? Some fresh air.
- John. - I've been cooped up here for three days.
I know.
You don't know, because you keep going outside.
Yeah, so will you, when we get new IDs.
- So let's get them already. - We will.
Can you be patient, please?
It's not just a name. It's a legend, a life, a whole new you.
- We go through this every time. - This is different.
[FOOTSTEPS]
New IDs today? It's been three days.
I want my new name. I want that whole new me.
Can't you track down Enrique?
All right, I'll track down Enrique.
Old friend. Ten years ago, he was the best fake-paper guy around.
John sent back better ones.
You cannot walk into the living room after three days...
Three days. And now, after three days...
...now you tell me there are other people here?
Resistance fighters.
Resistance fighters. Humans.
Sent back from the future by John.
What, are they manning some kind of apocalyptic paramilitary convenience store...
...filled with fake IDs and guns and money?
[PHONE RINGS]
- Yes. - You done yelling at her, yet?
- I'm not yelling. JOHN: Right.
Mom, there's no turkey.
SARAH: Turkey. It's in there, John. - No.
Just move the food around, and the turkey will reveal itself to you.
Mom. I already looked. There's no...
Oh, yeah. There it is. Thanks.
And stay inside. No ID means...
Yeah, I know what no ID means.
[ENGINE STARTS]
SARAH: How many guys are we meeting?
CAMERON: Four.
These Resistance fighters, they know you?
They've seen me before.
SARAH: I've seen that before.
Kyle Reese had one.
Skynet work camp.
Prisoner.
[MAN GRUNTS]
[MAN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]
Off.
[ENGINE REVS]
Please remain calm.
Oh, my God.
You told me we'd be safe.
Safe!
Was that safe?
Three days, and we're at war.
Why jump at all?
Why not stay in the past?
I'd have seven more years to get ready.
To get him ready.
No, you wouldn't have.
Why not?
Because you died.
Two years ago.
December 4th, 2005.
You died.
So, what I'm getting is these things, they're here.
All over, I guess.
And they, some of them, all of them, are programmed with specific missions.
The one at the safe house was sent there for those fighters.
Skynet doesn't know you're here. There's no directive to hunt you.
So wait. If I was to walk right by one...
They'll walk right by you. They don't know what you look like.
That's really awesome.
And what if they found out who he was?
Would they all know what to do then?
- They do. - Awesome.
So school registration is at 3 tomorrow.
Do you think we can have all this sorted out by then?
Can't you just be happy being yourself for a little longer?
Just sit still.
It's not so bad being a Connor.
That's easy for you to say.
Is it?
[CHILD CRYING NEARBY]
- You all put back together, Tin Man? - Tin Man?
You ready to go?
Thank you for explaining.
You. Stay here. Still, like a statue.
- Enrique? - Statue.
I've been a statue for the last three days.
We'll be back.
I did paramilitary training with Enrique outside of Oaxaca.
He taught John to shoot rifles.
So, what you said before, is that why we're really here?
Did John...? The future John, did he send you back to help me jump over my death?
- Is everything else a lie? - No.
He sent us here to fight. But you're the best fighter he knows.
- I'm sure that's not... - The best.
So if I'm such a great fighter, how was I killed?
Cancer.
We're here.
Hey, it's John. I'm not here right now. You know what to do.
Hey, sorry, I missed you, but leave a message and I'll call you back.
Probably.
You've reached the future leader of mankind.
It may take me a little while to get back to you, but leave a message anyway.
818-555-0147. Leave a message.
Statue.
Screw it.
ENRIQUE: I'm not surprised.
I know I look surprised when I saw you in that first moment.
Heh, but I am not surprised.
Do you know this woman well?
It's rhetorical. If you don't, you don't.
But if you do, and you're anything like her, you'll lie and say you don't.
But, if you do, then I know that you, like me, are not surprised.
And John, he's a man now.
He's grown up.
He misses you.
I need three sets of papers.
I can pay. Not a lot, but some.
Why not?
I'm finished with that life.
What?
Are you familiar with Ricardo Lopez?
The boxer from Cuernavaca.
He is very famous in my country.
His nickname is El Finito.
- Finisher. - Yes.
He fought 52 fights: 51 victories, one draw.
And no losses. Zero.
I don't understand.
I wanted to be El Finito.
To retire undefeated.
I lived my wild life.
I fought the wars I wanted to, and a few I did not.
But I lived every day free.
Not one day behind bars, nor in the hands of the enemy.
So now, I am finished.
El finito.
SARAH: Happy for you.
Sorry for me, but happy for you.
Eh.
Don't give up so easy.
I did not say I can't help.
My nephew, Carlos, has, uh...
...how we say, taken over the family business.
His operation is very good...
...but he is not a believer.
Few believers left, I think.
You are a very quiet girl.
[BOTH LAUGH]
[CROWD CHATTERING]
GIRL: Who's Charlie Dixon?
You shouldn't surf with the demo.
People get in your business.
Clear your history too?
- My history? - Your history.
What you've been looking at.
Snoopy people, dude. Snoopy people all over.
- Got a special on those. - Uh, no. Maybe later. Thanks.
[PURRING]
[HISSES]
[DOG BARKING]
[MAN GAGS THEN DOG WHIMPERS]
Carlos?
Enrique sent us.
[CROWD CHEERING ON TELEVISION]
[BARKING AND GROWLING]
CARLOS: What the hell?
Quiet their crazy asses down!
Wait at the car.
[YELLING IN SPANISH]
Something about your friend I should know?
- Cat person. - Heh.
- Want a soda or something? - I'm good.
We got the old-fashioned soda machine. The little bottles.
It's a collectible now.
José.
Soda, por favor.
[RAP MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO]
My uncle, he's very good at keeping secrets.
When I was young I'd see him at barbecues, I'd try to get him to tell me his secrets.
- How did that work out for you? - Not so good.
Except one day...
...about eight years ago.
I find him in the kitchen, bottle of Patrón and the Times.
You know who's picture's on the front page?
[MIMICS GUN CLICKING]
Only time I ever seen my uncle cry.
He's a good man.
CARLOS: Not for me to say.
But he's my uncle.
And you're as close as I'm gonna get to one of his secrets.
- So I'm gonna give you what you need. - Thank you.
- Twenty thousand. - Heh.
What? I don't have that.
CARLOS: Twenty thousand.
That's a family discount in these hard times.
Especially for someone who's been dead eight years.
That's extortion.
War on terrorism makes this the front lines, lady.
Some rag-head gets fake papers here, we're all going to Guantánamo.
9/11 doubled prices overnight.
9/11, what's that?
[SCOFFS]
[CHATTERING O VER POLICE RADIO]
Hey, baby girl.
What'd I tell you about hanging around?
Who's your new friend here?
Is she someone I need to know?
The longer you stand around, the more I think she's someone I need to know.
- You got a name? - Mm, no.
Mm.
This your car?
No.
It's definitely not my car.
I know about everyone in this neighborhood, and you are not one of those everyone.
So now you got me wondering not just who you are that you won't say...
...but why you're here, and that you won't say.
It's not uncommon in these neighborhoods for a gang dealing in drugs...
...to store their drugs inside of a stolen car.
That way, no drugs can be found on their property...
...or on any property belonging to them.
But they also like to leave a lookout.
Sometimes a pretty girl to watch their stash.
Now, you don't mind if I call this license plate in, do you?
SARAH: Jenny. Damn it. Jennifer!
How many times have I told you? Stop seeing that little punk ass.
- I swear to God. Is he meeting you here? OFFICER: Ma'am?
- Is he meeting you here? - Ma'am.
- You know this girl? - Yes, I know this girl.
Do I have any choice but to know you, you spoiled little bitch?
Do you do domestic complaints, officer?
Can I make a domestic complaint against my spoiled little stepdaughter...
...for making me wanna beat my own brains in?
It's her real mother's fault.
Can I tell you what she lets her do?
- Is this your car? - Why would I drive that piece of crap?
Because I will send you back to private school.
The one with the uniforms. They will dress you like a flannel sock.
Maybe you can have this conversation somewhere else. At home perhaps?
Out of gang territory.
- Gang territory? - Mm.
Of course, thank you, officer.
Come on.
It's 13 miles to walk home.
We need another car.
Were you gonna kill that cop?
Don't answer that. Don't wanna know.
We need rules.
Are you supposed to take orders or something like that?
I do. From John.
From John. So if I told John to forbid you...
- Not this John. - Not this John.
- Aren't they the same? - Not yet.
SARAH: I cannot imagine the apocalypse.
No matter what Kyle Reese told me...
... or others who have come back.
I cannot imagine three billion dead.
But I can imagine 3000.
I can imagine planes hitting buildings, and I can imagine fire.
If I would've witnessed it, if I would've been here...
... I'm sure I would've thought the end was near.
I'm sure I would've thought...
... we have failed.
[DOOR OPENS]
John?
Johnny?
Is it really you?
It is you.
I...
I saw a picture of your mother on a television, and I could barely believe my...
I can't believe this.
Don't come any closer.
Stop.
You came to my house.
- You married? - Yeah, I am.
She's a nurse at the hospital where I work.
That's nice. It's good.
Johnny, what happened?
Stop.
Johnny, it's okay.
- Please stop. - No, no, Johnny.
It's me, Johnny...
[GROANS]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Hey.
How'd it go with Enrique?
El Finito is a true believer, but he is finished with the life.
What?
We need 20 grand. It's a long story.
That taking you a while?
Yeah, it's taking me a while. I gotta, you know, strip wires and...
John has a high level of stress.
Genetics are a bitch.
I did a brief analysis.
Surface skin temperature high. Salinity high.
Pulse abnormal.
That's 'cause the kid snuck out while we were gone.
Wouldn't look me in the eye. His shoes are wet with grass.
Don't need to be a Tin Man to figure that one out. Just a mom.
- Where did he go? - Worry about that later.
Just need to make sure he doesn't do it again.
I didn't know that was something you could do. The skin trick.
I should know about your skills or whatever.
Like can you analyze blood?
Can you scan someone?
You mean Computed Axial Tomography?
- Cat scans? - Yeah.
That. Can you do that?
No.
Get your shoes on.
Do you want your new name or what?
You sure there's money here?
Money, guns,
anything they valued.
It will be hidden. It's always hidden.
Yeah, well, whatever they had,
let's hope the cops didn't get to it first.
Let's hope our metal friend didn't find it.
Our metal friend was only here
to kill that fourth fighter when he came home.
Nice to know we spoiled that.
It'll find him.
That's ridiculous.
People do like small animals.
Yeah, but... I don't know how to explain this.
Some badass soldier is not gonna have a kitty poster on the wall.
Mom.
Do what you do, girly.
What?
They rigged it.
What did she say? 120 seconds before the system reboots?
We gotta get in there, John. We can't come back.
We'll find the money some other way.
No, whatever's in there, I want it now.
Numbers.
What are the numbers? What can the numbers be?
Damn. Fingerprints.
It's a date.
Judgment day.
What are those?
- Why are diamonds a girl's best friend? - What?
Why are diamonds a girl's best friend?
Where'd you get that?
- John gave it to me. - He did, did he?
That was sweet of him.
We have a whole bag of them, do you want one?
They're a girl's best friend.
Not this girl.
I know what the Tin Man is.
He needed a heart.
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, written by L. Frank Baum in 1900.
- First published in... - I know all about The Wizard of Oz.
When John was little, I, uh...
You read it to him over and over again, in Spanish.
He never told you, but it was one of his favorite things that you did.
He used to talk about it a lot.
ANNOUNCER [ON TV]: Okay, shoppers, $49.98...
... for this DVD/CD player with remote.
Hey! Who...?
Who the hell are you? Huh?
What are you doing here, man?
This is my house, man.
Chet?
What's with the trespassing and the visor?
Chet?
You're not Chet.
[SHOUTS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
[FOOTSTEPS APPRO ACHING]
They're exactly like you asked.
These ain't just forgeries. This is full service.
You're in the system and everything. Collect welfare with them, if you want.
We might have to.
Didn't take you long to round that up, so I'm feeling the price is right.
Maybe you could've gone another 10 G's.
Uncle Enrique would be proud.
So I miss the next family barbecue.
[CARLOS SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
[BOTH LAUGH]
Charlie?
You okay?
You've been a little...
...you know, out of it, all night.
No, I'm good. I'm fine, I just...
I had a rough call.
It was a guy on meth.
- God, babe. Want me to take a look at that? - No, no, I'm good. I'm good.
- Sure? - Yeah.
Love you.
Yeah, I love you too.
SARAH: Carlos was right.
Twenty thousand dollars wasn't that much money.
A new identity, a new life, a chance.
You can't put a price on that.
But unlike John, I was never eager for that new life to begin.
I liked having no name.
No story.
It was the only time I got to be me.
Unfortunately, sometimes you have to pay for that.
And the price was getting higher every day.
[GUN COCKS]
Sarah.
You can either drink it or dump it.
I say drink it.
Anything I should know?
- Excuse me? - Anything I should know?
Anything you forgot to tell me?
Neglected? Lied about?
- First and last chance. - I don't know what you're talking about.
Please...
...put the gun down and explain... - El finito.
El finito, yes, what about it?
Not a day behind bars, lived a life of freedom.
- Yes. - That's not what Carlos said.
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
My nephew, he's a thief and a liar.
- I told you, noth... - He was speaking Spanish to his crew.
He referred to you as a rata.
It's slang for snitch, isn't it?
- You must have heard him wrong. - Rata, rat.
Denunciante, informer.
Certain words I know and don't forget.
Are you selling people out?
Are you selling me out, Enrique?
Okay.
I was in Lompoc, many years ago, on a federal gun charge.
- You said you never... - Three weeks.
Only three weeks.
- And you made a deal? You talked? - No.
I gave information on my cellmate.
He had kidnapped a child, and put her in his trunk, and drove her from Oregon.
He told me it... He told me where he dumped her.
And...
They dropped my charge, yes.
But that was all.
That was all I gave.
And, yes, I lied to you.
But where I grew up, where we grew up...
...a man doesn't... You know...
[GUNSHOTS]
El hablador, it's another one. It means the same thing.
Why would you do this?
Did you hear what he said? We don't know. We don't know.
He was possibly lying.
Possibly? You just executed him on possibly?
He had a family.
Why would you do this?
Because you wouldn't.
How do you know what I would and would not do?
You don't know me. You don't know me.
And you don't know my son.
Not John.
Not my John.
You don't know what I would and wouldn't do.
I don't even know what I would and wouldn't do.
I wake up this morning, and you tell me...
I don't know anything anymore.
I don't even remember what my name is.
Sarah Connor.
[SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE]
CAMERON: So where are you from?
Lawrence, Kansas, actually. It's a pretty good-sized city. About 80,000.
Go to Kansas City often?
Well, Lawrence is about 50 miles east of Kansas City.
Twenty-five miles west.
I knew that.
What about your father?
JOHN: Hmm? - Your father.
Did you leave him behind in Lawrence, Kansas?
Your father's dead.
He was a police officer.
He died apprehending a criminal.
- He's a hero. - Yeah, I know that.
My dad's always a hero.
And he's always dead.
Did you go out late last night?
No, why?
Motion detectors. I thought I heard a beep.
Probably her.
She just walks and walks.
Look, if you wanna hold me out another few days...
...until I get these stories straight... - You're going to school.
- But... SARAH: At least I'll know where you are.
And who you're with.
Mom.
What?
Never mind.
ENRIQUE [ON ANSWERING MACHINE]: Good evening, agent.
Perhaps you think I was retired, yes?
That I did not have my ear to the street?
If you return my call, I believe I may have something of interest to you.
Muy expensivo, but of great interest.
El Finito will not disappoint.
WOMAN [O VER SPEAKERS]: Attention all students.
Class schedules will be available in the hall at 3:30.
SARAH: Know thyself.
John once told me it's inscribed on the front of the Temple of Apollo.
The entire quote is:
"Know thyself, and thou shall know all the mysteries of the gods and of the universe. "
It's quite a mouthful.
My version is this:
"Know thyself, because what else is there to know?"
People hide secrets.
Time is a lie.
The material world can disappear in an instant.
It has and it will again.
The doctor will see you in a few minutes, Ms. Baum.
SARAH: Our identities change.
Our names, the way we look, how we act and speak.
We're shape- shifters.
There is no control, no constant.
No shelter but the love of family and the body God gave us.
And we can only hope that that will always be enough.
SARAH: In the future, my son will lead mankind in a war against Skynet...
... the computer system programmed to destroy the world.
It has sent machines back through time.
Some to kill him.
One to protect him.
Today we fight to stop Skynet from ever being created.
To change our future.
To change his fate.
The war to save mankind begins now.
When I was in the mental hospital I became obsessed with science.
Not all science, actually.
And not really science at all.
Scientists, and then only nuclear scientists.
The ones who invented the bomb.
Oppenheimer, Heisenberg, Fermi and Teller.
Pioneers. Geniuses all.
I read every book I could. I wanted to understand.
Why couldn't they stop? These fathers of our destruction?
And why wouldn't anybody stop them?
And if I had the chance, would I?
[MEN GRUNTING]
Good morning.
- You look like hell. - Up late.
Newspaper clippings, surveillance photos, bank records.
Pamphlets from every high-tech company in the state.
Even thought I saw the deeds to city hall in here somewhere.
Those Resistance guys weren't sent back here to be our support crew.
They're a Skynet hunting party.
Really? Are you sure?
Most of this is still a puzzle to me, but there is one list in here I understand.
Employee list, Cyberdyne Systems.
Seems they thought it was a good place to start. And it is.
She's not gonna be happy to see you.
She never is.
- You want me to come along? - No. You have your own job to do.
A big one.
You're getting pretty good at that.
Thank you.
Still, it's not brain surgery or anything.
It would be funny if you were some advanced cybernetic intelligence...
...yet stumped by a stick of eyeliner.
No, it's not brain surgery.
Would have to be a lot sharper for brain surgery.
Much better.
When you wear clothes, much better.
Okay, six ways in, six ways out.
The front opens to the street here. Security's minimal.
Two armed guards in the morning. Four in the afternoon.
If anything goes wrong, there's a parking lot here.
Mom, it's high school, okay? Not supermax. We can handle it.
We can handle it.
Don't you kiss me.
Or anyone else.
JOHN: Okay, now blend in. CAMERON: Blend in.
Yeah, I mean don't seem like a freak. You know what I mean, right?
Freak. Weirdo. Kook. Oddball. Crackpot.
Strange duck. Queer potato. Nut.
I've been reading the dictionary.
- I don't sleep. - That's what I'm talking about.
You do that, you sound like a freak. Don't walk around like my bodyguard.
You're supposed to be my sister.
You won't fool anyone.
I fooled you.
[SCOFFS]
What's that all about?
Appears to be a re-imagining of a trompe I'oeil fresco.
I don't sleep.
Cell phones, hats, rings, and bling. Take it off and put it in the basket.
Cell phones, hats, rings, and bling in the basket.
In the basket, people. Come on.
The line keeps moving. Let's go.
Cell phones, hats, rings, and bling in the basket.
Keep the line moving.
Cell phones, caps, rings, and bling in the basket please.
Let's go. Come on. Thank you. Cell phones, caps, rings, and bli...
GUARD 1: Again with you, missy.
Cell phones, hats, rings and bling in the basket.
GUARD 2: Hold that. Come through. MAN 1: Come on.
Come on, we ain't got all day.
[SIGHS]
Excuse me. This is my sister.
Extra credit for you.
JOHN: Look, she's got a metal plate in her head.
Really. It's a big one.
[BEEPING]
MAN 2: Look at this. All right, metal head, let's go through.
I fell. Hard.
All right, let's go. Go ahead.
Cell phones, caps.
TARISSA: I thought you were dead. - Well, I'm not.
Lucky you.
- You look... - Different?
The same.
- Well, I can't explain. - I wouldn't want you to.
- Is John...? - He's good.
TARISSA: What about that machine?
She's still around.
Not that one.
- The other. - No.
Do you mind?
You brought it.
Danny's not here?
It's ten years, right?
He's at school.
- He hasn't come in a long time. - I'm sorry to hear that.
What do you want, Sarah?
You never die and you always want something.
I need you to look at these photographs.
Tell me if you recognize anybody. I know it's been a long time but...
[TARISSA SIGHS]
No.
Nobody. Sorry.
Because one of them may be involved with Skynet right now.
They might not even know it.
Sorry to bother you.
I'll leave you alone.
The fourth photo.
The young one.
His name is Andrew Goode.
Andy.
He was an intern at Cyberdyne one summer.
Miles liked him.
Is he going to die too?
Is that what happens now? He dies?
I don't know.
I hope not.
Well, if he does, just make sure it matters.
Make sure it's not in vain.
No one dies in vain.
Agent Ellison. They told me you were coming.
But I told them the last time you worked a scene...
...Hoover was cross-dressing at Quantico.
Ballistics.
I can already tell you mine are bigger.
Same gun that killed your boys here killed one of my Cls. Enrique Salzia.
What's the connection?
He made fake paper. Your guys had fake paper.
Hope you're not selling the terrorist-cell theory because I'm not buying it.
- Why not? - Look at the print report.
Cal. ID, NCIC, CDP, Interpol. There's nothing here.
These guys were drug dealers. Small-time.
Definitely not worth you putting your tie on...
...and breaking open your Thomas Guide.
Oh, yeah. We see this every day.
You didn't find that curious?
Why would anyone wire a safe directly into the power?
Why's the sky blue, Ellison? Don't overthink it.
The guys were druggies. They're not rocket scientists, not terrorists.
Your guy sold my guys paper.
My guys whacked your guy to cover their tracks.
Go back to your office. Your desk misses you.
Right. Good one.
[SIGHS]
Somebody came back here for whatever was in that safe.
They're out there. And I'm gonna find them.
DOCTOR: Hey, buddy, wait.
You can't go in there.
Hey. Hey.
[GRUNTING]
AND Y: All right. Uh, the receipt's in the bag.
Let me know if you have any problems.
You shouldn't have any problems setting up the... The... You know.
- You should be pretty happy. MAN: Cool, that's so...
AND Y: Let me know if you have any problems with it.
- Enjoy. MAN: Thank you.
AND Y: Have a good day.
AND Y: Can I help you?
No.
Andy. Just looking.
You just kept looking over like you needed something.
That's the phone. Seriously, if I was gonna be alone on a desert island...
...with only a phone for a companion that would be the phone.
Is that something you would do?
[CHUCKLES]
May I?
Got a four-meg camera...
...texting... True texting too. Not that SMS cartoon-bubble junk.
3G data access, 10 gigs free music...
...six hours of talk time and 36 standby on your battery.
What happens if I press these numbers here?
- Excuse me? - These numbers? One through nine?
If I press seven of them will someone talk to me...
...through the ear part up here?
Uh... Yeah.
Okay. I'll take three.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
- Hello? AND Y [ON PHONE]: Hi.
Are you calling me?
Uh, I was just following up to make sure everything's okay.
- I just left the store. AND Y: I know.
Okay. Do you wanna have dinner with me tonight?
No.
Well, you answered too quickly.
Hear me out. Just give me one minute.
- Thirty seconds? - Talk fast.
Okay, first let me clear up the whole desert-island-and-a-cell-phone thing.
- It seems strange if you picture it. - I wasn't.
Right. Why would you? It's an asinine sales pitch.
Nowhere to plug in the phone. It would be worth less than a rock...
...when the battery died. Couldn't even use it to open a coconut.
- This is you selling yourself? - Selling myself? I don't know.
There's something immoral about the whole selling process.
- And yet, that's your job. - Part-time.
And I'm not very good at it. So I'm actually less immoral than the average...
Anyway. Um...
Where was I?
- You're right. - About what?
I answered too quick.
- Mr. Baum? - Yes?
Take your seat, please.
- Hi. - Hi.
Okay. Paper and pencil out. Time for a pop quiz.
Here.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
TEACHER: Come in.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
I said come on in.
[CHATTERING]
I'm transferring in.
MAN 1: That's what I'm talking about. MAN 2: What's up with that?
TEACHER: Okay. Any open seat.
JOHN: What part about "Don't act like a freak" didn't you understand?
Sit down.
[DOG BARKING]
[SPANISH RAP MUSIC PLAYING]
JAMES: So. - So.
Like I said on the phone, your sweet Uncle Enrique lived a colorful life.
One we have not yet painted in full.
You grow apart.
Every day's a new adventure. Who can keep up?
[INHALES SHARPLY]
I got an uncle who's like a father.
I also got one who's like a stranger. How about you two?
More like an aunt. Chatty, chatty.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
All right. So you're not too close.
But he did call you three times the day he was murdered.
- What did you chat about? - Those Lakers.
- Really? What about them? - Kobe. He's the bomb.
I always thought he was a ball hog.
He's all alone, man. He's got no one else who can shoot.
Is that you, Carlos?
Now that your uncle's dead?
You all alone?
Yeah.
All these boys can shoot.
[LAUGHS]
- I didn't kill my uncle. - No.
And you're too smart to know nothing about who did.
I'll be in touch.
No, I know. The guy's 18 months ahead of the Germans.
Yeah, well, I would if I had that kind of grant money.
No, I'm not saying the guy's a complete idiot.
It's not exactly avant-garde science, is it?
Why don't they give money to people on the cutting edge?
But they never do. They never...
[FOOTSTEPS]
[CHOKING]
Hey.
- How was school? - I have a metal plate in my head.
She's gonna need a note.
- I meant you, not her. JOHN: Yeah, fine.
SARAH: You're not gonna give me anything?
We went, we learned.
I didn't get killed and she didn't kill anybody. It was a pretty good first day.
- What about you, did you go? SARAH: I did.
JOHN: How was she? Surprised you weren't dead?
More like disappointed.
She ID'd one of the safe-house photos.
- Intern at Cyberdyne. JOHN: Really?
What does he do? Work in a lab or build rocket guidance systems or something?
- Cell phone salesman. - Shut up.
Cell phone salesman, and not a very good one.
CAMERON: These need to be cleaned.
JOHN: Okay, so about the cell-phone guy.
I'm having dinner with him tonight.
- Dinner? You mean, like a date? - Not a date.
Are you going to kill him?
Kill him? I don't know the first thing about him.
He interned at Cyberdyne in college. His photo's in a pile of photos.
Nobody dies till I say so.
Tell her.
People die all the time. They won't wait for her.
I fooled you again.
[EXHALES]
Who are you?
How did you find me? What... What do you want?
Are you a veteran? Is that what this is about?
Do you speak?
TERMINATOR [IN ROBOT VOICE]: Read that.
How...? How did you...?
No, no, no. That's not possible.
That's an epidermal growth rate that's not sustainable.
Keratinocyte and...
At that rate you couldn't possibly maintain cell regulation or differentiation.
It's impossible.
TERMINATOR: Possible.
Woo was wrong.
Thomason was wrong.
Parker and Lang were almost right, but still...
...completely wrong. I was...
I wasn't even close.
TERMINATOR: Can you do it?
Well, I'd have to go to my lab.
There's a whole mix of growth rates. TGF-beta, PDGF, EGF...
I'd need...
You know, there's a lot of equipment.
Oh, and blood. We need at least 20 units.
- Preferably with tissues comprised... TERMINATOR: I brought my own.
TERMINATOR: Can you do it?
Yes.
Yes, I can.
SARAH [VOICE-O VER]: In 1943...
... the German physicist Werner Heisenberg...
... delivered a physics lecture to a packed hall in Zurich.
One of the audience members was Moe Berg...
... an ex- professional baseball player working as a spy for the OSS.
Berg's task was to listen to the lecture and determine whether the Germans...
... were close to perfecting the atomic bomb.
If Berg discovered that this was the case...
... he was to wait for Heisenberg outside the hall...
... and shoot the scientist in the head.
He had never killed anyone before.
So what's your deal, Andy?
I can't imagine you majored in cell phone sales at college.
No. No. More like Funyuns and 12 packs of Jolt from the vintage soda store...
...while my roommates and I hacked "Zelda IIl"...
...so the princess would say funny lines ripped from reruns.
What's that language you speak, boy?
Computer science. Caltech. Advanced Dork.
And what would you do with a computer degree from Caltech?
I don't know. I never got one.
- Really? - My father died senior year.
Mom went a little off the rails. I dropped out to help.
I'm sorry.
No, it was a long time ago, but thanks anyway.
She's good. She married the security guard at her bank.
Do you have family?
Distant.
Don't take this the wrong way, but as a cell phone salesman I think I can ask.
Did you ever wanna be anything other than a waitress?
- Yes, I did. - What was it?
I can't remember.
What's this, Andy?
Oh, isn't it great?
That is the official promotional poster for the Kramnik-Deep Fritz match.
Awesome match. Just awesome.
Most people cite the '97 Kasparov-Deep Blue...
...as the watershed man-versus-machine chess match.
But, uh, Fritz would have wiped the floor with Blue...
...just like Kramnik did with Kasparov.
Besides, the other poster's impossible to find.
What is it you do, Andy?
Do you wanna see?
Yes, I wanna see.
All right.
Behold.
The Turk.
- The Turk? - Well, not the original Turk.
The original Turk was an automaton...
...constructed and unveiled in 1770 by the Baron Wolfgang von Kempelen.
It played chess.
Is that what your Turk does? It plays chess?
I know that sounds boring as hell. Most people think so.
But maybe I should put it this way:
My Turk plays chess at a level that could defeat every human player...
...that has ever lived and probably ever will live.
That's not bragging. A number of Als can do that now.
But the Al chess platform is very valuable...
...for artificial intelligence developers.
What?
I thought I saw someone outside.
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
Uh, yeah, it's a prowler.
Uh, back porch. It's the police.
There's been break-ins in the neighborhood.
- My... SARAH: I have to go, Andy.
No, Sarah, wait. Uh, it's 165 Mesrow. Sarah!
Again, what did it look like?
What did it look like? Who cares what it looked like?
It was a rack of computer equipment.
Okay, but was there obvious network access?
- Do you know what kind of bandwidth? - You're joking.
What about power supply? Was there a cooling element?
- Like a fan or something? - John...
I'm just trying to get a sense of the horsepower.
I wanna know if this thing was a dinky little homemade soap box...
...or if it was a full-fledged Al platform...
...capable of learning and growing and taking on other applications.
It plays chess.
So did Einstein.
Have you ever heard of the Singularity?
It's a point in time where machines become so smart...
...that they're capable of making smarter versions of themselves without our help.
That's pretty much the time we can kiss our asses goodbye.
Unless we stop it.
Like you said you would.
So I caught a break on a set of fingerprints from our drug dealers.
I wanted to see your face when I laid that on you.
See, the only fingerprint database I hadn't checked was kid prints.
Ha, ha. That's no joke. That's him. That's one of your dead terrorists.
A black-haired, brown-eyed, 35-pound, 4-year-old boy living in Canton, Ohio.
[SIGHS]
And that's the look I wanted to see.
JAMES: Hold up.
Did your crime-scene guys find any peculiar blood?
I think they got all the peculiar they could stomach with these prints.
Lab says some blood evidence found at my CI crime scene is almost human.
Except there's no red blood cells present.
I wanna see the blood evidence from your guys.
I'll get back to you.
You're gonna double check those prints, right?
On the kid in Canton?
[SIGHS]
Have a party.
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
[BEEPING]
The thing I hadn't thought of, the thing nobody thought possible...
...was the use of a synthetic oxygen carrier.
By creating a synthetic spear that carries oxygen bringing nutrients to the skin...
...it obviates the need for the marrow interaction.
The real-world applications are, well, mind-blowing.
It's ready.
I have a video camera. Would it be all right if...?
TERMINATOR [IN ROBOT VOICE]: Move away.
Who are you?
What are you?
Sarah?
Didn't you get my message? I returned your call about the results.
- Yeah, I got your message. - Yeah. You're healthy as a horse.
A healthy horse.
I got that from your message.
I wanted to talk to you about prevention.
For cancer? What you're doing seems to be working.
Specifically.
Um... Don't smoke.
Get lots of exercise. Eat leafy greens. Don't snort asbestos.
I don't mean to make light, but you've got no risk factors.
No genetic disposition.
Is there anything else about your history that I should know?
No.
You've got children, right?
Yeah, I got two myself.
You worry. You wanna make sure you're always healthy and strong for them.
Don't drive yourself crazy chasing the future. We can't predict.
You know? We can only try and prevent.
[CELL PHONE BEEPS]
Andy, it's Sarah.
[CHATTERING]
MAN: Forget about it.
- Hey. - Hi.
- You going to chem? - Yeah.
- What is going on? - No idea.
WOMAN 1: She is such a skanky whore. Ugh, disgusting.
WOMAN 2: Dirty whore.
CHOLA: I love this color. It's tight, right?
This color's tight.
- What is it? - Rash.
It's so tight.
[SCOFFS]
I'm a pig. I look pregnant.
Does this make me look fat?
Yes.
What the hell? What's your problem?
You asked.
Bitch-whore much?
I don't understand.
I said, bitch-whore much?
What are you looking at?
I'm looking at you.
[WOMAN CRYING]
[BREATHES SHARPLY]
You saw it, right?
Right? You saw it?
It's so freaking big, and right out there.
- It's freaking big. JORDAN: Right. It is, right?
Whoever's doing this is such a jackass.
I mean, who would do this? And how would they even know?
My parents.
They're gonna kill me. Kill me.
I mean, don't we have hall monitors? I mean, how could someone just...
[CRYING]
You're upset.
No kidding, I'm upset. My life is freaking over.
Here's a present.
It's tight.
[JORDAN CRYING]
AND Y: I have to admit, I wondered if I'd see you again.
SARAH: Miracles happen every day. AND Y: That's funny.
AND Y: That was a joke, right? SARAH: If it was funny, it was a joke.
AND Y: So the police recommended that I put in a security system.
Armed patrol, that kind of thing. Can't really afford it, though.
- You think someone wants the Turk? - Well, eight years of my life.
Not just the software. I customized the hardware too.
One month, I worked so much on a motherboard...
...that I lost my sight for three days.
No, that really happened. Those circuits are so small.
A lot of the gear is actually pulled from gaming platforms.
Did you know that the military uses them?
Yeah, I've got the guts of three Xboxes and four PlayStations, daisy-chained.
Plus some seriously modded-out code that I swear came to me in a dream.
And all this to beat another computer at chess?
None of this to beat another computer at chess.
Then what?
What are you doing?
Would you believe me if I told you Turk has moods?
Obviously not in the sense that you and I understand mood...
...but sometimes I'll feed it a particular chess problem, and it'll solve it one way.
The next day, I feed it the same problem and it solves it differently.
Once in a while, it can't even solve it at all.
- Do you know why it does that? - No.
Yeah, neither do I. Someday, I'm gonna figure it out.
- Someday, Turk will tell me. - You talk about it like it's human.
Well, you never know.
What? Too far? What is it?
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
[CHATTERING]
- Do you like this color on me? - What?
- I'm a bitch-whore. - What?
I have a new friend.
Did she tell you, you were a bitch-whore?
No. She cried.
Wait. What?
Okay, what the hell is this thing?
MAN: Jumper. Outside the gym.
[CHATTERING]
MAN 1: Yo, man, check it out.
MAN 2: Jump! Jump! WOMAN 1: Shut up.
She's not gonna jump. She's just trying to get attention.
- Jump! - Dude, come on.
WOMAN 2: You guys are so mean.
CAMERON: That's my new friend. The crying one from the bathroom.
When?
Two hours, three minutes ago. Four minutes ago.
WOMAN 3: She just wants the attention.
She's upset. Her parents are gonna kill her.
Did you do anything to her?
I tried to give her a tight present.
- We gotta help her. Now. - No.
I'm going up there.
- Let me go. I order you to let me go. - Don't be a freak.
ALL: Whoa.
[ALL GASPING AND SHOUTING]
We gotta go. Now.
I could have done something. I was right there.
Maybe.
Come on, Mom.
John, people who wanna take their own lives, this girl...
...if they're serious about it, they'll find a way.
You didn't see her.
If you'd have seen her, you wouldn't be talking like this.
And what were you gonna do, be a hero?
Get your name in the papers? Your face?
Isn't that what I'm supposed to be? A hero? Isn't that who I am?
If it's just gonna sit inside me, just gonna sit in my gut...
...then what are we doing? What's the point?
Why not just give it to them if we're gonna act like them?
I don't know how to help him.
Andy Goode must be killed.
[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]
Took his eyes, James.
They took his freaking eyes.
SARAH [VOICE-O VER]: On July 16th, 1945...
... in the mountains outside of Los Alamos, New Mexico...
... the world's first atomic bomb exploded.
A white light pierced the sky with such intensity...
... that a blind girl claimed to see the flash from a hundred miles away.
After witnessing the explosion...
... J. Robert Oppenheimer quoted a fragment of the Bhagavad- Gita...
... declaring, "I am become death, the destroyer of worlds. "
[DISTANT SIRENS WAILING]
His colleague, Ken Bainbridge, put it another way...
... when he leaned close to Oppenheimer and whispered:
"Now we are all sons of bitches. "
Now we are all sons of bitches. 1659 02:06:16,000 ---> 02:06:18,000 Adjusted and Syncronised by SAURAV