The Making of 'Terminator 2: Judgment Day'

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.

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...

beforeJohn was born.

It failed.

The second was set to strike

atJohn 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.

I need your clothes, your boots

and your motorcycle.

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 d*cks, 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. L'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. L'll take care of it.

Are you the legal guardian

ofJohn Connor?

That's right, Officer.

What's he done now?

- 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.

PI N number.

Hurry up. This is taking too long.

Go, baby.

All right.

- PI N number 9003.

- Where'd you learn this stuff from?

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 sh*t.

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 f***in'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.

- Yes?

The materials team is running

another series this afternoon.

You have to sign for the... it.

- You have to sign it out.

- Okay. L'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?

- 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.

l'll kill you,

you son of a b*tch!

You son of a b*tch!

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!

- Girls, do you know John Connor?

Hey, do you know this guy?

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