[The movie opens with views of California, including traffic and kids playing in the playground, as ominous music plays. Suddenly, a flash of white light engulfs us to a bleak post-apocalyptic setting. The world has been nuked as we see dozens of skulls lying on the ground.]
Sarah Connor: (voiceover) Three billion human lives ended on August 29, 1997. The survivors of the nuclear fire called the war "Judgment Day. " They lived only to face a new nightmare… the war against the machines.
[Suddenly, a robotic foot crushes one of the skulls. The camera pans up to see an endoskeleton wielding a weapon as it looks around. Lasers fly around. It is a battlefield between the human resistance and the machines.]
The computer which controlled the machines, Skynet… sent two Terminators back through time.
Their mission: to destroy the leader of the human resistance. John Connor, my son.
The first Terminator was programmed to strike at me… in the year 1984… before John was born. It failed.
The second was set to strike at John himself… when he was still a child.
As before, the resistance was able to send a lone warrior… a protector forJohn.
It was just a question of which one of them would reach him first.
The Terminator: I need your clothes, your boots and your motorcycle.
Biker: You forgot to say please.
Get him off me!
Pull it out!
Take it.
Can't let you take the man's wheels, son.
Now, get off before I put you down.
That's it, goddamn it.
R-31 David, Sherman Code 6… at the Sixth Street Bridge and Santa Fe on electrical disturbance.
Ten-four, R-31 David.
John, get in there and clean up that pigsty of yours.
Your foster parents are kind of dicks, huh?
I swear, I have had it with that goddamn kid.
He won't even answer me anymore.
Honey, move.
Would you get off your butt and help me?
Todd!
What?
He hasn't cleaned that room of his in a month.
Oh, it's an emergency.
Hang on. I'll get right on it.
Come on.
Get your ass inside.
Do what your mother tells you.
She's not my mother, Todd.
This next patient is interesting.
I've been following the case for years.
A 29-year-old female… diagnosed as acute schizo-affective disorder.
The usual indicators: depression, anxiety, violent acting out… delusions of persecution.
The delusional architecture is fairly unique.
She believes that a machine called the Terminator… which looks human, was sent back through time...
To kill her.
That's original.
And also that the father of her child… was a soldier sent back to protect her.
He was from the future too.
The year 2029, if I remember correctly.
And here we are.
Morning, Sarah.
Good morning, Dr. Silberman.
How's the knee?
Fine, Sarah.
She stabbed me in the kneecap… with my pen a few weeks ago.
Repeated escape attempts.
Let's move on, shall we?
I don't like to see the patients disrupting their rooms like this.
See she takes her Thorazine.
Sure. I'll take care of it.
T-1000: Are you the legal guardian of John Connor?
That's right, Officer.
What's he done now?
T-1000: Could I speak with him, please?
You could if he were here.
He took off on his bike this morning.
He could be anywhere.
Do you have a photograph ofJohn?
Yeah. Hold on.
Gonna tell me what this is about?
I just need to ask him a few questions.
He's a good-looking boy.
Do you mind if I keep this picture?
No, go on. There was a guy here this morning looking for him too.
Yeah, a big guy on a bike.
Has that got something to do with this?
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.
All right.
PIN number 9003.
Where'd you learn this stuff from?
John Connor: From my mom. My real mom, I mean.
Withdraw 300 bucks.
Come on, baby. Come on!
Yes!
Hey, it worked.
All right. Easy money.
Come on!
Yes! Piece of cake.
Is that her?
Yes.
She's pretty cool, huh?
No, she's a complete psycho. That's why she's at Pescadero.
It's a mental institute.
She tried to blow up a computer factory but got shot and arrested.
No shit.
She's a total loser.
Come on.
Let's go spend some money.
It's like a giant strobe light… burning right through my eyes.
Somehow I can still see.
Oh, God.
We know the dream's the same every night.
Why do I have to...
Please continue.
Children look like burnt paper. Black. Not moving. And then the blast wave hits them. And they fly apart like leaves.
Dreams… of cataclysm, the end of the world… are very common.
It's not a dream, you moron. It's real. I know the date it happens.
I'm sure it feels real to you.
On August 29, 1997… it's gonna feel pretty fuckin' real to you too! Anybody not wearing two-million sunblock is gonna have a real bad day. Get it? God, you think you're safe and alive. You're already dead. Everybody! Him. You. You're dead already. This whole place, everything you see is gone!
You're the one living in the dream, 'cause I know it happened!
It happened!
I feel much better now.
Clearer.
Yes, your attitude has been… much improved lately.
It's helped me to have a goal… something to look forward to.
What is that?
Well, you said… that if I showed improvement after six months… you would transfer me to the minimum security wing… and I could have visitors.
Well, it's been six months… and...
I was looking forward to seeing my son.
I see.
Let's go back to what you were saying about those Terminator machines.
Now you think they don't exist?
They don't exist.
I know that now.
But you've told me on many occasions about how you crushed one... in a hydraulic press.
If I had, there would have been some evidence.
They would have found something at the factory.
I see.
So you don't believe anymore that the company covered it up?
No. Why would they?
Let's try a new position right there.
Mr. Dyson?
The materials team is running another...
Mr. Dyson.
Miles Dyson: Yes?
The materials team is running another series this afternoon.
You have to sign for the... it.
You have to sign it out.
Okay. I'll get it.
I know I haven't been here long, but I was wondering if you know...
Know what?
If you know where "it" came from.
I asked them the same question once.
You know what they told me?
Don't ask.
Good morning, Mr. Dyson.
How's it going?
Insert key.
Left on three.
Two, one, turn.
How are the wife and kids?
Miles Dyson: Great. Thanks.
So what do you think, Doctor?
Haven't I shown improvement?
Well, Sarah, here's the problem.
I know how smart you are.
You're just telling me what I want to hear.
I don't think you really believe what you're telling me today.
If I put you in minimum security, you'll just try to escape again.
You have to let me see my son. Please. He's in great danger. He's naked without me. If I could make a phone call...
I'm afraid not.
Not for a while.
I don't see any choice but to recommend to the review board… that you stay here for another six months.
Sarah Connor: l'll kill you, you son of a bitch! You son of a bitch!
Ten CCs of sodium amobarbital, stat!
You don't know what you're doing!
Get some restraints in here now!
You don't know what you're doing!
Model citizen.
You just missed him.
He was here 15 minutes ago.
He was going to the galleria.
Yeah.
The galleria?
I'm gonna get some quarters.
l'll be back, all right?
- Oh, no!
T-1000: Girls, do you know John Connor?
Hey, do you know this guy?
Nah, I don't know him.
John.
Not now.
There's this cop scoping for you.
Check it out.
He's right over there.
Split, man.
Just go.
Yeah.
I saw that kid...
You're not supposed to be in here!
The Terminator: Get down.
Mister, are you all right?
You all right?
Come on!
Goddamn!
Okay, time-out.
Stop the bike.
Time out.
Come on, stop the bike.
Holy shit.
Now, don't take this the wrong way.
You are a Terminator, right?
The Terminator: Yes. Cyberdyne Systems, Model 101.
Holy shit.
You're really real.
I mean...
You're like a machine underneath, right? But alive outside?
The Terminator: I'm a cybernetic organism. Living tissue over metal endoskeleton.
This is intense.
Get a grip, John. Okay.
You're not here to kill me.
I figured that part out for myself.
So what's the deal?
The Terminator: My mission is to protect you.
John Connor: Yeah? Who sent you?
The Terminator: You did. Thirty-five years from now, you reprogrammed me… to be your protector here, in this time.
John Connor: Oh, this is deep. So this other guy, he's a Terminator like you, right?
The Terminator: Not like me. A T-1000, advanced prototype.
John Connor: More advanced than you are?
The Terminator: Yes. A mimetic poly-alloy.
John Connor: What the hell does that mean?
The Terminator: Liquid metal.
Where are we going?
We have to get out of the city immediately and avoid the authorities.
I gotta stop by my house. I wanna pick up some stuff.
The Terminator: Negative. The T-1000 would definitely try to reacquire you there.
You sure?
I would.
Look, Todd and Janelle are dicks… but I gotta warn 'em.
Shit. You got a quarter?
Janelle Voight: (on phone) Hello.
John Connor: (on phone) Janelle, it's me.
Janelle Voight: (on phone) John?
John Connor: (on phone) Is everything all right? Are you guys okay?
Janelle Voight: (on phone) Sure, honey, everything's okay. Are you all right?
John Connor: (on phone) Yeah, I'm fine.
Janelle Voight: (on phone) John, it's late. I was beginning to worry about you. If you hurry home, we can sit down and have dinner together. I'm making beef stew.
John Connor: (concerned) Something's wrong. She's never this nice.
Janelle Voight: (on phone) Where are you?
Todd Voight: What the hell is the goddamn dog barking at? (to Max) Hey, shut up, you worthless piece of shit!
John Connor: The dog's really barking.
Todd Voight: You were gonna tell the kid to get rid of that fucking mutt.
[Janelle throws her hand back as we hear a stabbing sound offscreen.]
Janelle Voight: (on phone) John, it's late. Please don't make me worry.
John Connor: Could he already be there?
Janelle Voight: (on phone) Honey, are you okay?
[The Terminator speaks on the phone in John's voice.]
The Terminator: (on phone; in John's voice) I'm right here. I'm fine.
Janelle Voight: (on phone) Are you sure? Are you sure you're all right?
The Terminator: (to John) What's the dog's name?
John Connor: Max.
The Terminator: (on phone; in John's voice) Hey, Janelle. What's wrong with Wolfie? I can hear him barking. Is he okay?
Janelle Voight: (on phone) Wolfie's fine, honey. Wolfie's just fine. Where are you?
[The Terminator then hangs up the phone.]
The Terminator: Your foster parents are dead.
[In the Voight household, we see Janelle hang up before turning to stare silently at Jon. A liquid metal dagger pierces through the man's head via milk carton and his mouth. The dagger slinks back and morphs into an arm. Janelle then morphs into the T-1000. Back with John and the Terminator...]
John Connor: I need a minute here. You're telling me that this thing can imitate anything it touches?
The Terminator: Anything it samples by physical contact.
John Connor: Get real. It could disguise itself as a pack of cigarettes?
The Terminator: No, only an object of equal size.
Why not just become a bomb or something to get me?
It can't form complex machines.
Guns and explosives have chemicals, moving parts.
It doesn't work that way.
But it can form solid metal shapes.
Like what?
Knives and stabbing weapons.
These were taken by a video surveillance camera… at the West Highland Police Station in 1984.
He killed 17 police officers that night.
Men with families… children.
These were taken at a mall in Reseda… today.
Miss Connor, we know you know who this guy is.
I just sat here and 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?
Don't you care?
We're wasting our time.
Let's go.
Sorry, guys.
She's grown more disconnected from reality as time goes on.
I'm afraid she can't help us now.
If she clears at all and can give us anything, I'll call you.
Sure.
Douglas, take her back to her room.
Yes, sir.
Come on, sweetheart. Let's go.
You see… we spent a lot of time in Nicaragua and places like that.
For a while there, she was with this crazy ex-Green Beret guy… running guns.
Then there were some other guys.
She'd shack up with anybody she could learn from… so she could teach me how to be this great military leader.
Then she gets busted.
It's like, "Sorry, kid, your mom's a psycho. Didn't you know?" Like everything I've been brought up to believe is all made-up bullshit. I hated her for that. But everything she said was true. She knew... and nobody believed her... not even me. Listen. We gotta get her out of there.
The Terminator: Negative. The T-1000's highest probability for success now will be to copy Sarah Connor and wait for you to make contact with her.
John Connor: Great. What happens to her?
The Terminator: Typically, the subject being copied is terminated.
John Connor: Shit! Why didn't you tell me? We gotta go right now!
The Terminator: Negative. It's not a mission priority.
John Connor: Fuck you! She's a priority to me!
Goddamn it!
What's your problem? Help!
The Terminator: This does not help our mission.
Get this psycho off of me!
Help!
I'm being kidnapped!
Get this psycho off of me!
Let me go!
Why did you do that?
The Terminator: Because you told me to.
John Connor: What? You have to do what I say?
The Terminator: That's one of my mission parameters.
John Connor: Prove it. Stand on one foot.
[The Terminator stands on one foot.]
John Connor: Yes! Cool. My own Terminator. Wow.
You okay, kid?
Take a hike, bozo.
Let's get outta here, man.
Fuck you, you little dipshit!
John Connor: Dipshit?
Put your leg down.
Did you call moi a dipshit?
Just trying to help this punk.
Grab this guy.
Get him off of me!
John Connor: Now who's the dipshit, you jock douchebag?
Put the gun down now!
Get outta here!
Come on. Let's split!
John Connor: You were gonna kill that guy!
The Terminator: Of course. I'm a Terminator.
John Connor: Listen to me very carefully, okay? You're not a Terminator anymore, all right? You got that? You just can't go around killing people.
The Terminator: Why?
John Connor: What do you mean, why? 'Cause you can't. Because you just can't. Trust me on this. Look. I'm gonna go get my mom. I order you to help me.
You have a Sarah Connor here?
You're runnin' kind of late.
They've been in there for an hour.
Hold on a second.
I'll buzz you in.
Oh, here come your friends now.
Gwen, you want some coffee?
No, thanks.
How 'bout a beer?
Yeah, right.
Hey, I got a full house.
That's good, Louis.
Must be my lucky day.
You're right about number 24.
Increase the medication to 250 milligrams.
Same kind?
Mm-hmm.
You! You broke my arm.
Sarah Connor: There are 215 bones in the human body. That's one. Now, don't move.
What are you going to do?
Why do we stop now?
You gotta promise me you're not gonna kill anyone, right?
Right.
Swear?
What?
Just put up your hand and say, "I swear I won't kill anyone."
The Terminator: (puts up his hand) I swear I will not kill anyone.
All right. Let's go.
Visiting hours is 10:00 to 4:00...
Monday through Friday.
What the hell are you doing?
You son of a bitch!
You shot me!
Crazy bastard!
Don't shoot me again.
Don't kill me.
He'll live.
Son of a bitch!
Let's try to remain calm.
Open it, or he'll be dead before he hits the floor.
There's no way, Connor.
Let him go.
Open the door.
It ain't gonna happen.
Take it easy, Sarah.
It won't work. You're no killer.
I don't believe you can do it.
You're already dead. Everybody dies.
You know I believe it.
So don't fuck with me!
Open the door!
Back off!
Get back!
l'll pump him full of this shit.
I swear!
Don't move!
Drop the shit!
Do it!
Get in the office.
On the floor, face down.
Not you!
Open the door.
On the floor. Hold it open.
Face the wall!
Get her!
Hurry up! Open the door!
The door's locked!
Let's go! Open it!
She broke it off.
Open it!
Let's go around! Come on!
Move it!
Mom, wait!
Come back here!
Help her!
Wait here.
Hurry up!
He'll kill us all!
Hold her.
He'll kill us all!
John Connor: Mom, are you okay? Mom!
The Terminator: Come with me if you want to live.
John Connor: It's okay, Mom. He's here to help.
Go.
What the fuck is it?
What the fuck is going on?
Get down.
Out of the car!
Right now!
Go!
I'm out.
Come on.
Here.
Reload.
Last one!
Hang on.
Ready!
Here, drive.
There's nobody behind us.
Are you all right?
Yeah.
Can he see anything?
I see everything.
Cool.
Come here.
I said I was okay.
John, it was stupid of you to go there.
You have to be smarter than that.
You were almost killed.
What were you thinking?
You cannot risk yourself, even for me.
Do you understand?
You're too important.
Do you understand?
But...
I had to get you out of that place.
I'm sorry.
I didn't need your help.
What's wrong with your eyes?
Nothing.
So, what's your story?
You okay?
T-1000: Fine. Say, that's a nice bike.
John Connor: Hey! Watch it, lug nuts.
John Connor: Listen, do you know what you're doing?
The Terminator: I have detailed files on human anatomy.
Sarah Connor: I bet. Makes you a more efficient killer, right?
The Terminator: Correct.
John Connor: Does it hurt when you get shot?
The Terminator: I sense injuries. The data could be called "pain."
Sarah Connor: John, help me with the light. Will these heal up?
The Terminator: Yes.
Sarah Connor: Good. If you can't pass for human, you're not much good to us.
John Connor: How long do you live? I mean, last. Whatever.
The Terminator: A hundred and twenty years with my existing power cell.
John Connor: Can you learn stuff that you haven't been programmed with… so you can be… you know, more human… and not such a dork all the time?
The Terminator: My CPU is a neural net processor, a learning computer. The more contact I have with humans, the more I learn.
John Connor: Cool.
Are we learning yet?
We have to get as far away from the city as possible.
Just head south.
Keep it under 65.
We don't want to be pulled over.
The Terminator: Affirmative.
John Connor: You gotta listen to the way people talk. You don't say "affirmative" or some shit like that. You say, "No problemo." If someone comes off to you with an attitude, you say, "Eat me." And if you want to shine them on, it's "Hasta la vista, baby." Yeah, or "Later, dick-wad." If someone gets upset, you say, "Chill out." Or you can do combinations.
The Terminator: Chill out, dick-wad.
That's great.
See? You're getting it.
Want some of my fries?
Need any help?
No.
I got you!
No, you didn't!
We're not gonna make it, are we?
People, I mean.
It's in your nature to destroy yourselves.
Yeah. Major drag, huh?
Break it up before I wring both of your necks.
I need to know how Skynet gets built.
Who's responsible?
The Terminator: The man most directly responsible is Miles Bennett Dyson.
Who is that?
The Terminator: He's the director of special projects at Cyberdyne Systems Corporation.
Why him?
The Terminator: In a few months he creates a revolutionary type of microprocessor.
Go on. Then what?
The Terminator: In three years, Cyberdyne will become the largest supplier of military computer systems. All Stealth bombers are upgraded with Cyberdyne computers, becoming fully unmanned. Afterwards they fly with a perfect operational record. The Skynet funding bill is passed. The system goes on-line on August 4, 1997. Human decisions are removed from strategic defense. Skynet begins to learn at a geometric rate. It becomes self-aware at 2:14 a.m. Eastern time, August 29. In a panic, they try to pull the plug.
Skynet fights back.
Yes.
It launches its missiles against the targets in Russia.
Why attack Russia?
Aren't they our friends now?
The Terminator: Because Skynet knows that the Russian counterattack will eliminate its enemies over here.
Jesus.
How much do you know about Dyson?
The Terminator: I have detailed files.
I want to know everything.
What he looks like, where he lives, everything.
Wait in the car.
You're pretty jumpy, Connor.
Hey, big John.
What's up?
He's cool, Enrique.
He's with me.
He's... Uncle Bob.
Uncle Bob, this is Enrique.
Uncle Bob, huh?
Okay.
Drink?
"Uncle Bob"?
You're pretty famous, all over the goddamn TV.
Pictures of you, John, your big friend here.
Cops are going nuts looking for you.
I just came for my stuff.
I need clothes, food and a truck.
How about the fillings in my teeth?
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's gone.
You got time to change it out?
Yeah. I'm gonna wait 'til dark to cross the border.
I grew up in places like this… so I thought that's how people lived… riding around in helicopters, learning how to blow shit up.
That's definitely you.
Most of the guys my mom hung around with were geeks… but there was this one guy, he was kinda cool.
He taught me engines.
Hold here.
Mom screwed it up, of course. She'd always tell 'em about Judgment Day… and me being this world leader.
That'd be all she wrote.
Torque wrench, please.
Here.
I wish I could've met my real dad.
You will.
Yeah, I guess.
When I'm, like, 45, I think.
They sent him back through time to 1984.
Man.
He hasn't even been born yet.
It messes with your head.
The other bolt.
Oh. Here.
Mom and him were only together for one night.
She still loves him, I guess.
I see her crying sometimes.
She denies it totally, of course, like she got something stuck in her eye.
The Terminator: Why do you cry?
You mean people?
Yeah.
I don't know.
We just cry… you know, when it hurts.
Pain causes it?
No. It's different.
It's when there's nothing wrong with you, but you hurt anyway.
You get it?
No.
All right, my man!
Give me five.
Just put out your hand like this.
All right! Now hit me.
Give me five. Do the same thing.
Okay, that's good.
Up high.
Five low.
Too slow.
I'm just kidding.
One more time.
Good. Now try it.
Now do me.
Give me five.
Sarah Connor: (voiceover) Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly so clear. The Terminator would never stop. It would never leave him, never hurt him… never shout at him or get drunk and hit him… or be too busy to spend time with him. It would always be there… and it would die to protect him. Of all the would-be fathers who came and went over the years… this thing, this machine… was the only one who measured up.
In an insane world… it was the sanest choice.
Hey, let's try this one.
There we go.
She said go south with him like you planned.
She'll meet you tomorrow.
Mom!
Mom, wait!
"No fate."
No fate but what we make.
My father told her this.
I made him memorize it in the future as a message to her.
Never mind.
Okay, 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.
Oh, shit!
Dyson.
Yeah.
Gotta be. Miles Dyson.
She's gonna blow him away.
Come on! Let's go!
This is tactically dangerous.
Drive faster.
The Terminator: The T-1000 has the same files that I do. It knows what I know. It might anticipate this move.
John Connor: I don't care. We gotta stop her.
The Terminator: Killing Dyson might prevent the war.
John Connor: I don't care! Haven't you learned anything yet? Haven't you figured out why you can't kill people?
Tarissa Dyson: Danny, I told you to go to bed. I'm not kidding.
Danny Dyson: Just a couple of minutes, Mom!
Tarissa Dyson: Danny, your time is up! Come brush your teeth and get to bed.
Miles Dyson: Danny!
Danny Dyson: Daddy!
Miles Dyson: Danny, go! Go!
Tarissa Dyson: Miles?
Danny Dyson: Tarissa, run!
Tarissa Dyson: Oh, my God!
Danny Dyson: Just take Danny and run! Run!
Tarissa Dyson: Oh, Jesus! Miles!
Danny Dyson: Daddy!
Sarah Connor: Nobody fucking move!
Danny Dyson: Don't hurt my daddy!
Sarah Connor: On the floor, bitch. Get down now! Move!
Danny Dyson: Don't hurt him!
Sarah Connor: Get on the floor now!
Danny Dyson: Just let the boy go.
Sarah Connor: Shut up. Shut up. Shut up! It's all your fault, motherfucker. It's all your fault!
Miles Dyson: What?
Sarah Connor: I'm not gonna let you do it.
John Connor: Shit! We're too late!
Check them.
Look at me, Mom. Are you hurt?
Sarah Connor: (tearfully) I almost...
John Connor: It'll be okay. We'll figure something out. Okay? I promise.
Sarah Connor: You came here to stop me.
John Connor: Yeah, I did.
Sarah Connor: I love you, John. I always have.
John Connor: I know.
The Terminator: Deep penetration. No shattered bone. Hold here. The pressure should stop the bleeding.
Miles Dyson: Who are you people?
John Connor: (hands the Terminator a switchblade) Show him.
[As the Terminator removes his jacket...]
John Connor: (to Danny) Danny, I want you to come with me right now. Show me your room.
[As the two kids leave, the Terminator uses the switchblade to cut a line around his arm. Then, he rips off his flesh to reveal a robotic arm underneath, horrifying Miles and Tarrisa.]
Tarissa Dyson: Oh, my God.
The Terminator: Now listen to me very carefully.
[Later, the Terminator tells Miles about the history leading up to the future war as Sarah sits by, smoking a cigarette.]
Sarah Connor: (voiceover) Dyson listened while the Terminator laid it all down. Skynet. Judgment Day. The history of things to come. It's not every day that you find out you're responsible… for three billion deaths. He took it pretty well.
Miles Dyson: I feel like I'm gonna throw up. You're judging me… on things I haven't even done yet. How were we supposed to know?
Sarah Connor: 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 really create something… to create a life… to feel it growing inside you. All you know how to create is death and destruction.
John Connor: Mom! We need to be a little more constructive here. Okay? We still have to stop this from happening.
Tarissa Dyson: But I thought... Aren't we changing things right now, changing the way it goes?
Miles Dyson: That's right. There's no way I'm going to finish the new processor. Not now. Forget it. I'm out of it. I'll quit Cyberdyne tomorrow.
Sarah Connor: That's not good enough.
The Terminator: No one must follow your work.
Miles Dyson: Right. All right, then we have to destroy all the stuff at the lab… the files, the disk drives… everything here. Everything. I don't care. The chip. Do you know about the chip?
Sarah Connor: What chip?
Miles Dyson: It's at Cyberdyne. It's from the other one like you.
The Terminator: The CPU from the first Terminator.
Sarah Connor: Son of a bitch! I knew it!
Miles Dyson: They told us not to ask where they got it.
Sarah Connor: Those lying motherfuckers.
Miles Dyson: It's scary stuff. Radically advanced. It was smashed. It didn't work, but it gave us ideas, took us in new directions. Things we would've never... All my work was based on it.
The Terminator: It must be destroyed.
Sarah Connor: Can you get us in? Past security?
Miles Dyson: I think so, yeah. When? (the Terminator stands up) Now?
Sarah Connor: (voiceover) The future, always so clear to me… had become like a black highway at night. We were in uncharted territory now… making up history as we went along.
Carl, right?
Friends from out of town.
I just thought I'd… take 'em upstairs and show 'em around.
Mr. Dyson, you know the rules concerning visitors in the lab.
I need written authorization...
I insist.
Don't even think about it.
It's okay.
It takes two keys, turned simultaneously, to open the vault.
The other one is in a locker at the security station.
Gibbons?
Gibbons! Come on, man!
You can't leave the desk like that!
Oh, shit.
My card should access this.
What is it?
Damn it.
The silent alarm's been tripped.
It's neutralized all the codes in the entire building.
Nothing will open anywhere now.
We have to abort.
We go all the way.
Okay?
You guys get started on the lab.
I can open this.
I think it's that guy from the mall.
It is.
It's him and the woman.
Just send everything you got in the area right now.
I have a personal entry code for the lab. It 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.
You have to wait until the gas clears.
Put this on.
All right, let's get to work.
All units in the vicinity and all units able to respond a 211 in progress, 2144 Kramer Street, the Cyberdyne building.
Suspect one is white female… identified as last name Connor, first name Sarah. Escaped last night from Pescadero State Hospital.
Suspect two: White male fitting description of the individual wanted for the murder of police officers in 1984.
Suspects are armed and considered extremely...
All right.
Easy money.
Uh-oh.
Oh, shit. Not good.
How we doing?
Primer cord is set.
One more barrel, two more minutes.
How do we set them off?
Remote control.
Piece of cake.
We got company.
Police?
How many?
All of 'em, I think.
Go. I'll finish here.
Come on.
I'll take care of the police.
Wait! You swore!
Trust me.
You at the window! Drop your weapon and place your hands on top of your head!
Holy shit!
That's a mini-gun!
Come on!
Oh, shit!
Go! Go! Go!
Fire!
Same time, to the left.
One, two, three, go.
In order to get that out...
We got Skynet by the balls now.
Come on, let's book.
Hold your fire!
Ready to rock?
Ready.
Time to go.
Now.
Take this. They'll use gas.
Come on.
Get started on the door.
Miles, hand me the detonator.
Mom! Mom!
Shit!
She's in the clean room.
There's no way outta there.
Get down!
Here.
I don't know how much longer
I can hold this.
Fall back!
Everybody out!
Fall back now!
Go! Go! Go!
We got a war zone here!
Shut your eyes.
Stay here. I'll be back.
Get down on the floor!
Face down!
On the floor now!
Okay, drop him!
Here, hold this.
Holy shit!
Go!
Shit!
T-1000: Get out.
Listen.
No matter what happens, stay under these vests.
You got it?
Yeah.
All right.
Chopper's coming in!
It's him.
Shit!
Stay down!
Goddamn!
You okay...
Come on, Mom, we gotta get out.
Take the shotgun.
Are you hurt?
Holy shit.
Come on, Mom. Come on!
We need your truck.
Hurry!
Come on. Hurry.
Get in.
Go!
What the hell...
I'm bleeding bad.
Keep pressure on it.
Here. This'll work.
He's gaining.
Step on it!
This is the vehicle's top speed.
I can run faster than this!
Coming up, to the right.
Watch it! Watch it!
Drive.
Where are you going?
Take the off-ramp.
Shit!
Hold on!
Don't stop!
Go straight!
Look out!
Duck!
Get the hell outta here!
Get outta here!
Let's go! Come on!
The Terminator: Hasta la vista, baby.
We don't have much time.
Let's go.
We gotta get outta here.
Come on! Get up!
Hand me the shotgun.
Put your weight on me, Mom.
Hurry!
Come on, Mom.
Get up!
This way. Come on.
Wait! No. No. It's too hot.
Go back.
Go. Run.
No! We gotta stick together.
John, you've got to go now.
John!
Go! Now!
Get up the steps.
Go.
Get up.
Come on, Mom.
I got you.
Grab the chain. Grab it. Grab it. Go. Go!
Mom, come on! Mom!
T-1000: Call to John.
Sarah Connor: No.
T-1000: I know this hurts. Call John. Call to John now.
Sarah Connor: Fuck you.
Sarah Connor: (offscreen) John...
Sarah Connor: John. John. Help!
John Connor: Mom.
Sarah Connor: Help me.
[However, another Sarah Connor appears, pointing her shotgun at the other Sarah.]
Sarah Connor: Get out of the way, John.
[John looks down to see the one in front of him having her feet melded to the platform. He realizes it's the T-1000 and quickly gets out of the way.]
John Connor: Shoot!
Sarah Connor: Get down!
John Connor: Get up. Come on. Holy shit.
The Terminator: I need a vacation.
John Connor: Is it dead?
The Terminator: Terminated.
John Connor: (holds up the arm) Will this melt in there?
The Terminator: Yes. Throw it in.
[John throws it into the vat.]
The Terminator: And the chip.
[He gets the chip out of his jacket pocket and stares at it before throwing it in.]
Sarah Connor: It's over.
The Terminator: No. There's one more chip. (points to himself) And it must be destroyed also. (hands Sarah the control panel) Here. I cannot self-terminate. You must lower me into the steel.
John Connor: No... No! No!
The Terminator: I'm sorry, John. I'm sorry.
John Connor: No, it'll be okay. Stay with us. It'll be okay.
The Terminator: I have to go away.
John Connor: No, don't do it. Please, don't go.
The Terminator: I must go away, John.
John Connor: No! No, wait. You don't have to do this.
The Terminator: I'm sorry.
John Connor: No, don't do it! Don't go!
The Terminator: It has to end here.
John Connor: I order you not to go!
The Terminator: I know now why you cry. But it's something I can never do. Good-bye.
Sarah Connor: (voiceover) The unknown future rolls toward us. I face it for the first time with a sense of hope. Because if a machine, a Terminator… can learn the value of human life… maybe we can too.