Terminator Genisys Page #2

Nice night for a walk, eh?

Nice night for a walk.

Wash day tomorrow.

Nothing clean, right?

Nothing clean, right.

Hey, I think this guy's

a couple cans short of a six-pack.

Your clothes, give them to me. Now.

Hey, f*** you, a**hole.

You won't be needing any clothes.

I've been waiting for you.

Hey! That son of a b*tch

just stole my pants!

What day is it? What year?

May 12, 1984.

The day you arrive.

LAPD! Freeze!

All right, that freakin' hurt.

- Garber, you okay?

- You tell me, O'Brien.

You're human.

Hey, you got to let me go.

Face down!

Hands on your back, or I will shoot!

Listen to me...

Hey!

It's coming, all right?

You need to listen to me,

or we're all going to die.

I had it under control.

Yeah, okay, T.J. Hooker.

Here's what you don't do

your first day on the beat.

Use lethal force on

the delusional homeless guy.

By the way, you're filling out

the paperwork on this.

Garber!

Sh*t.

That's got to be an alien,

like from outer space.

It's a machine that kills humans.

- Uncuff me!

- No! You're under arrest!

What part of "kills humans"

is confusing to you?

Handcuffs!

O'Brien. Officer down. We need backup.

It's a robot!

- We're screwed, aren't we?

- Pretty much.

Come with me if you want to live.

Now, soldier!

Reese, right?

Kyle Reese?

- You're Sarah.

- Yeah, I know that.

You hit your head back there?

The terminator. I don't know the model.

T-1000. Liquid metal. Shape-changer.

It just needs to touch something

to mimic it.

You know about terminators?

And you know who I am?

You were sent to protect me

by John Connor,

the leader of the Resistance.

My son.

I don't understand.

You can't know any of this.

But I do.

Listen to me, Reese,

everything's changed.

The 1984 John sent you to,

it no longer exists.

No, this is all wrong, all right?

John sent me here to save you.

From the terminator

that was sent back to kill me.

I know, but we already took care of him.

"We"?

Get down!

Reese, stop it!

Reese, God damn it!

- Stay here!

- Reese, wait!

Those bullets will kill him!

He's here to kill you! Stay in the truck!

Great. That's just great.

I did not kill him.

We do not have long

before the T-1000 acquires our position.

Arguing with Kyle Reese

puts us at a strategic disadvantage.

Bite me.

That is a very immature response.

So you're the one

I've been waiting for all my life.

How is he?

Still breathing.

Good. Then you should be able to

mate with Kyle Reese in this timeline.

Okay, we're not having

this conversation again.

We know that your son

will be John Connor,

and that the machines

cannot be defeated without him.

I do not see a choice.

Story of my life.

Look, and it's not just mating.

I'm supposed to fall in love with him.

My files do not deal with love.

Shocker there.

You're being emotional.

This is my life. I wouldn't mind

being consulted once in a while

about how it's gonna go.

Remember, Genisys is Skynet.

When Genisys comes online,

Judgement Day begins.

Go to San Francisco, 2017.

You can kill Skynet before it's born.

Hey!

I need answers, all right. Right now.

How'd that liquid metal thing

know where to intercept me?

Where'd it come from?

And who the hell is this skin job?

What the hell is going on?

Sorry, we were a little busy with

the whole life-and-death combat thing.

And then you attacked Pops.

You named it?

Hello, Kyle Reese.

It is nice to meet you.

Are you kidding me?

I've been trying to teach him to blend in.

I know it needs work.

It's a terminator! The only reason

it blends in is to kill humans.

Pops doesn't kill anyone.

A lot of leg wounds, though.

It looks old.

I've never seen a terminator old before.

The flesh they put on the cyborgs

is normal human tissue.

It ages.

My auditory circuits

have not degraded, however.

I'm old.

Not obsolete.

I think you hurt his feelings.

It doesn't have feelings!

He saved my life when I was nine.

He's the only reason I'm alive.

I was programmed to protect

Sarah Connor. I will not stop.

Yeah? Programmed by who?

Who sent him back?

Those files have been erased.

That's convenient.

Whoever sent him,

they don't want us to know.

Not me, not him, not anyone.

So Skynet can't target

the person who saved me.

Logically, it is someone

who wants Sarah Connor to live.

Old.

Not obsolete.

The T-1000 knows where we are.

Make yourself useful.

And don't shoot Pops.

This is insane.

All of it. This is not the mission.

That's what I'm trying to tell you, Reese.

The girl that you came back for,

she's gone.

I don't need saving.

- There's a new mission.

- Yeah? Which is?

If the past can change,

then so can the future.

We can stop Judgement Day

from happening. Ever.

Kill Skynet before it's born.

What?

Get down!

- We have been reacquired.

- Yeah. No sh*t!

Get back!

Wait, why are we stopping?

Why are we... Hey!

We can't stay here, it'll find us.

That's the idea. Pops, get it open.

Give me a hand?

You said it happened

'cause the past was altered. How?

Does that matter?

How, Sarah?

A terminator was sent after me

when I was a kid, okay?

Terminators only come from one place,

the future.

Something happened.

Okay. So?

- I think I might have seen it.

- What...

What are you talking about?

When John sent me back,

he was attacked.

By a terminator.

Did it kill him? Is John dead?

I don't know.

I saw it grab him, and then I was gone.

We have approximately 35 seconds.

Or less.

Sarah, go!

And I volunteered for this sh*t.

Sarah?

You got to help me.

I'm hurt.

Sarah?

Sh*t.

Hey, it's me, Sarah!

Sarah, he's lying.

Hey.

He's the machine. I'm Reese.

It's me, Sarah.

All right, listen, the terminator's

not dead. It attacked me!

Sarah, you said they could mimic.

- It's me, Sarah!

- He's mimicking. Shoot him!

I'm Reese! Shoot him!

Nice try.

Run!

How'd you know which one was him?

Well, I didn't know exactly.

You could have shot me!

Well, I was pretty sure it wasn't you.

Pretty sure?

We've been prepping for you

to arrive for over a decade.

That, too.

- So you set a trap.

- Had to.

Can't leave any future tech behind

when we go.

Go?

Go where?

That's...

A Time Displacement Device.

Yeah, well, it looks like a piece of junk.

There's no governing

technology in this time

that can control

the displacement circuits.

You needed the CPU

from the future to make it run.

And you couldn't exactly use your own.

We get one trip only.

It's gonna fry the chip,

and take out most

of the L.A. city power grid.

Are we ready?

The coordinates are set for 1997.

You must leave as soon as possible.

We. We're going. All of us.

My flesh will take years to regrow.

I cannot come with you

due to the magnetics

of the quantum field.

Pops!

You want us to time travel?

Into the future. In that?

Yeah, we can't be wearing anything.

Yeah, I know how time travel works.

- Sarah...

- Look, don't try and talk me out of it.

Look, I know you think you're here

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