The Making of 'Terminator 2: Judgment Day' Page #4

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, sh*t!

- Dyson.

- Yeah.

Gotta be. Miles Dyson.

She's gonna blow him away.

Come on! Let's go!

This is tactically dangerous.

Drive faster.

The T-1000 has the same files

that I do.

It knows what I know.

It might anticipate this move.

I don't care.

We gotta stop her.

Killing Dyson

might prevent the war.

I don't care!

Haven't you learned anything yet?

Haven't you figured out

why you can't kill people?

Danny, I told you to go to bed.

I'm not kidding.

Just a couple of minutes, Mom!

Danny, your time is up!

Come brush your teeth

and get to bed.

Danny!

Daddy!

Danny, go! Go!

Miles?

- Tortsia, run!

- Oh, my God!

Just take Danny and run!

Run!

Oh, Jesus! Miles!

Daddy!

Nobody f***ing move!

Don't hurt my daddy!

On the floor, b*tch.

Get down now!

Move!

Don't hurt him!

Get on the floor now!

Just let the boy go.

Shut up. Shut up.

Shut up!

It's all your fault, motherf***er.

- It's all your fault!

- What?

I'm not gonna let you do it.

Sh*t! We're too late!

Check them.

Look at me, Mom.

Are you hurt?

I almost...

It'll be okay.

We'll figure something out.

Okay?

I promise.

You came here to stop me.

Yeah, I did.

I love you, John.

I always have.

I know.

Deep penetration.

No shattered bone.

Hold here.

The pressure should stop the bleeding.

Who are you people?

Show him.

Danny, I want you to come with me

right now. Show me your room.

Oh, my God.

Now listen to me

very carefully.

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.

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?

Yeah.

Right.

How were you supposed to know?

F***ing 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.

Mom!

We need to be a little more

constructive here. Okay?

We still have to stop this

from happening.

But I thought...

Aren't we changing things right now,

changing the way it goes?

That's right. There's no way I'm going

to finish the new processor. Not now.

Forget it. I'm out of it.

l'll quit Cyberdyne tomorrow.

That's not good enough.

No one must follow your work.

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?

- What chip?

It's at Cyberdyne.

It's from the other one like you.

The CPU from the first Terminator.

Son of a b*tch!

I knew it!

They told us not to ask

where they got it.

Those lying motherfuckers.

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.

It must be destroyed.

Can you get us in?

Past security?

I think so, yeah. When?

Now?

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, sh*t.

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, sh*t. 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. L'll finish here.

Come on.

l'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 sh*t!

That's a mini-gun!

- Come on!

- Oh, sh*t!

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!

Sh*t!

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. L'll be back.

Get down on the floor!

Face down!

On the floor now!

Okay, drop him!

Here, hold this.

Holy sh*t!

Go!

Sh*t!

Get out.

Listen.

No matter what happens,

stay under these vests.

- You got it?

- Yeah.

All right.

Chopper's coming in!

It's him.

Sh*t!

Stay down!

Goddamn!

You okay...

Come on, Mom,

we gotta get out.

Take the shotgun.

Are you hurt?

Holy sh*t.

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.

Sh*t!

Hold on!

Don't stop!

Go straight!

Look out!

Duck!

Get the hell outta here!

Get outta here!

Let's go! Come on!

Hasta la vista, baby.

We don't have much time.

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