The Making of 'Terminator 2: Judgment Day' Page #2

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!

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 sh*t.

Now, don't take this the wrong way.

- You are a Terminator, right?

- Yes.

Cyberdyne Systems, Model 101.

Holy sh*t.

You're really real.

I mean...

You're like a machine underneath,

right?

But alive outside?

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?

My mission is to protect you.

Yeah? Who sent you?

You did.

Thirty-five years from now,

you reprogrammed me...

to be your protector here,

in this time.

Oh, this is deep.

So this other guy, he's

a Terminator like you, right?

Not like me.

A T-1000, advanced prototype.

More advanced than you are?

Yes. A mimetic poly-alloy.

What the hell does that mean?

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.

Negative. The T-1000 would definitely

try to reacquire you there.

- You sure?

- I would.

Look, Todd and Janelle are d*cks...

but I gotta warn 'em.

Sh*t. You got a quarter?

- Hello.

- Janelle, it's me.

- John?

- Is everything all right?

- Are you guys okay?

- Sure, honey, everything's okay.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

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.

Something's wrong.

She's never this nice.

Where are you?

What the hell is

the goddamn dog barking at?

Hey, shut up,

you worthless piece of sh*t!

The dog's really barking.

You were gonna tell the kid

to get rid of that mutt.

John, it's late.

Please don't make me worry.

Could he already be there?

Are you okay?

- I'm right here. I'm fine.

- Are you sure you're all right?

- What's the dog's name?

- Max.

Hey, Janelle.

What's wrong with Wolfie?

I can hear him barking.

Is he okay?

Wolfie's fine, honey.

Wolfie's just fine.

Where are you?

Your foster parents are dead.

I need a minute here.

You're telling me that this thing

can imitate anything it touches?

Anything it samples

by physical contact.

Get real.

It could disguise itself

as a pack of cigarettes?

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, l'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.

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.

Great. What happens to her?

Typically, the subject being copied

is terminated.

Sh*t! Why didn't you tell me?

We gotta go right now!

Negative.

It's not a mission priority.

F*** you!

She's a priority to me!

Goddamn it!

What's your problem? Help!

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?

Because you told me to.

What?

You have to do what I say?

That's one of my mission parameters.

Prove it.

Stand on one foot.

Yes!

Cool. My own Terminator. Wow.

You okay, kid?

Take a hike, bozo.

Let's get outta here, man.

F*** you, you little dipshit!

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!

Now who's the dipshit...

you jock douche bag?

Put the gun down now!

- Get outta here!

- Come on. Let's split!

You were gonna kill that guy!

Of course. I'm a Terminator.

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.

Why?

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.

l'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.

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."

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 b*tch!

You shot me!

Crazy bastard!

Don't shoot me again.

Don't kill me.

He'll live.

Son of a b*tch!

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 f*** with me!

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