The Making of 'Terminator 2: Judgment Day' Page #3

Open the door!

Back off!

Get back!

l'll pump him full of this sh*t.

I swear!

Don't move!

Drop the sh*t!

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!

Mom, are you okay? Mom!

Come with me

if you want to live.

It's okay, Mom.

He's here to help.

Go.

What the f*** is it?

What the f*** 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?

Fine.

Say, that's a nice bike.

Watch it, lug nuts.

Listen, do you know

what you're doing?

I have detailed files

on human anatomy.

I bet.

Makes you a more efficient killer,

right?

Correct.

Does it hurt

when you get shot?

I sense injuries.

The data could be called "pain."

John, help me with the light.

- Will these heal up?

- Yes.

Good. If you can't pass for human,

you're not much good to us.

How long do you live?

I mean, last. Whatever.

A hundred and twenty years

with my existing power cell.

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?

My CPU is a neural net processor,

a learning computer.

The more contact I have with humans,

the more I learn.

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.

- Affirmative.

You gotta listen to the way

people talk.

You don't say "affirmative"

or some sh*t 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.

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 man most directly responsible

is Miles Bennett Dyson.

Who is that?

He's the director of special projects

at Cyberdyne Systems Corporation.

Why him?

In a few months he creates

a revolutionary type of microprocessor.

Go on. Then what?

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?

Because Skynet knows

that the Russian counterattack...

will eliminate its enemies

over here.

Jesus.

How much do you know

about Dyson?

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 sh*t 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

aboutJudgment 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.

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.

WatchingJohn 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...

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