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1 "TERMINATOR 2: JUDGEMENT DAY"
2
3 a Screenplay
4
5 by
6
7 James Cameron
8
9 and
10
11 William Wisher
12
13
14
15
16 Revised final shooting script
17
18
19
201 EXT. CITY STREET - DAY
21
22 Downtown L.A. Noon on a hot summer day. On an EXTREME LONG LENS the
23 lunchtime crowd stacks up into a wall of humanity. In SLOW MOTION
24 they move in herds among the glittering rows of cars jammed bumper to
25 bumper. Heat ripples distort the torrent of faces. The image is
26 surreal, dreamy... and like a dream it begins very slowly to
27
28 DISSOLVE TO:
29
302 EXT. CITY RUINS - NIGHT
31
32 Same spot as the last shot, but now it is a landscape in Hell. The
33 cars are stopped in rusted rows, still bumper to bumper. The
34 skyline of buildings beyond has been shattered by some
35 unimaginable force like a row of kicked-down sandcastles.
36 Wind blows through the desolation, keening with the sound of ten
37 million dead souls. It scurries the ashes into drifts, stark
38 white in the moonlight against the charred rubble.
39 A TITLE CARD FADES IN:
40
41 LOS ANGELES, July 11, 2029
42
433 ANGLE ON a heap of fire-blackened human bones. Beyond the mound is a
44 vast tundra of skulls and shattered concrete. The rush hour crowd
45 burned down in their tracks.
46
474 WE DISSOLVE TO a playground... where intense heat has half-melted the
48 jungle gym, the blast has warped the swing set, the merry-go-round
49 has sagged in the firestorm. Small skulls look accusingly from the
50 ash-drifts. WE HEAR the distant echo of children's voices... playing
51 and laughing in the sun. A silly, sing-songy rhyme as WE TRACKS
52 SLOWLY over seared asphalt where the faint hieroglyphs of hopscotch
53 lines are still visible.
54
55 CAMERA comes to rest on a burnt and rusted tricycle... next to the
56 tiny skull of its owner. HOLD ON THIS IMAGE as a female VOICE speaks:
57
58 VOICE
59 3 billion human lives ended on August 29th, 1997.
60 The survivors of the nuclear fire called the war
61 Judgment Day. They lived only to face a new
62 nightmare, the war against the Machines...
63
64 A metal foot crushes the skull like china.
65
66 TILT UP, revealing a humanoid machine holding a massive battle rifle.
67 It looks like a CHROME SKELETON... a high-tech Death figure. It is
68 the endoskeleton of a Series 800 terminator. Its glowing red eyes
69 compassionlessly sweep the dead terrain, hunting.
70
71 The SOUNDS of ROARING TURBINES. Searchlights blaze down as a
72 formation of flying HK (Hunter-Killer) patrol machines passes
73 overhead. PAN WITH THEM toward the jagged horizon, beyond which we
74 see flashes, and hear the distant thunder of a pitched battle in
75 progress.
76
775 EXT. BATTLEFIELD - NIGHT
78
79 THE BATTLE. Human troops is desperate combat with the machines for
80 possession of the dead Earth. The humans are a ragtag guerrilla
81 army. Skynet's weapons consist of Ground HKs (tank-like robot
82 gun-platforms), flying Aerial HKs, four-legged gun-pods called
83 Centurions, and the humanoid terminators in various forms.
84
85 SEQUENCE OF RAPID CUTS:
865A Explosions! Beam-weapons firing like searing strobe-light.
875B A gunner is an armored personnel carrier fires a LAW rocket at a
88 pursuing Aerial HK, bringing it down in a fiery explosion.
895C Another APC is crushed under the treads of a massive Ground HK.
90
915D A TEAM OF GUERRILLAS in a intense fire-fight with terminator
925E endoskeletons in the ruins of a building. Three terminator
935F endoskeletons advance, firing rapidly. Another (complete cyborg),
94 with flesh ripped open and back broken, gropes for a rifle on the
95 ground.
96
975G A Centurion overruns a human firing position. Soldiers are cut
98 down as they run. Fiery explosions light the ranks of advancing
99 machines.
100
1016 IN A BLASTED GUN EMPLACEMENT at the edge of battle, a man watches
102 the combat with night-vision binoculars. He wears the uniform of a
103 guerrilla general, and a black beret. He is still amid running,
104 shouting techs and officers.
105
106 C.U. MAN, pushing slowly in as the battle rages O.S. He lowers the
107 binoculars. He is forty-five years old. Features severe. The left
108 side of his face is heavily scarred. A patch covers that eye. An
109 impressive man, forged in the furnace of a lifetime of war. The name
110 stitched on the band of his beret is CONNOR. We push in until his
111 eyes fill frame, then...
112
113 DISSOLVE TO:
114
115 FIRE. SLOW, BOILING, ENORMOUS. FILLING FRAME.
116
117 VOICE (SARAH CONNOR)
118 Skynet, the computer which controlled the machines,
119 sent two terminators back through time. Their
120 mission: to destroy the leader of the human
121 Resistance... John Connor. My son.
122
123 The first terminator was programmed to strike at
124 me, in the year 1984... before John was born.
125 It failed.
126
127 The second was set to strike at John himself,
128 when he was still a child. As before, the
129 Resistance was able to send a lone warrior. A
130 protector for John. It was just a question of
131 which one of them would reach him first...
132
133 DISSOLVE TO:
134
1357 EXT. TRUCKSTOP - NIGHT
136
137 Wild fingers of BLUE-WHITE ELECTRIC ARCS dance in a steel canyon
138 formed by two TRACTOR TRAILERS, parked side by side in the back lot
139 of an all-night truck stop. Then...
140
141 The strange lightning forms a circular opening in mid-air, and in
142 the sudden flare of light we see a FIGURE in a SPHERE OF ENERGY.
143 Then the FRAME WHITES OUT with an explosive THUNDERCLAP!
144
145 Through the clearing vapor we see the figure clearly... a naked man.
146 TERMINATOR has come through. Physique: massive, perfect. Face:
147 devoid of emotion. Terminator stands and impassively surveys its
148 surroundings.
149
1508 INT. TRUCK STOP DINER - NIGHT
151
152 On a back route to north L.A. A handful of local TRUCKERS hunch over
153 chili-sizes, CAT hats pushed back on their heads. Three BIKERS are
154 playing a game of pool in the back, their Miller empties lining the
155 table's rail. The dive's owner, LLOYD, a fat, aging biker-type in a
156 soiled apron, stands behind the bar. Nothing much going on...
157
158 Then the front door opens and a big naked guy strolls in -- that
159 doesn't happen every night. All eyes simultaneously swivel toward
160 Terminator. Its emotionless gaze passes over the customers as it
161 walks calmly through the room. Everyone frozen, not sure how to
162 react.
163
1648A TERMINATOR POV. A digitized electronic scan of the room, overlaid
165 with alphanumeric readouts which change faster than the human eye
166 can follow. In POV we move past the staring truckers, past the
167 owner and the awestruck WAITRESS, and approach a large nasty-looking
168 biker puffing on a cigar. His body is outlined, or "selected", and
169 thousands of estimated measurements appear. His clothing has been
170 analyzed and deemed suitable...
171
1728B TERMINATOR
173 I need your clothes, your boots, and your
174 motorcycle.
175
176 The big biker's eyes narrow. He takes a long draw on this cigar,
177 the tip cherry-red hot.
178
179 CIGAR BIKER
180 You forgot to say please.
181
182 He grinds the cigar out on Terminator's chest. Which produces not
183 the slight reaction of pain. Terminator calmly, and without
184 expression, grabs Cigar by his meaty upper arm...
185 Cigar screams from the hydraulic grip.
186
187 Terminator doesn't see Cigar's friend, behind him, holding his pool
188 cue by the narrow end like a Louisville Slugger. The heavy send
189 whistles in a powerful swing and CRACKS IN TWO across the back of
190 Terminator's head.
191
192 Terminator seems not to notice. Doesn't even blink. Without
193 releasing his grip on Cigar, he snaps his arm straight back and grabs
194 Pool Cue by the front of his jacket. Suddenly the heavyset biker
195 finds himself flying through the nearest window. CRAASSH!
196
197 Terminator hurls Cigar, all 230 pounds of him, clear over the bar,
198 through the serving window into the kitchen, where he lands on the
199 big flat GRILL. We hear a SOUND like SIZZLING BACON as Cigar
200 screams, flopping jerking. He rolls off in a smoking heap.
201
202 The third biker whips out a knife with a eight-inch blade and slashes
203 at Terminator's face.
204
205 Terminator grabs the arcing blade with his bare hand. Holding it by
206 the razor-sharp blade he jerks is from the guy's hand.
207 Ultra-fast here: He flips it. Grabs the handle like you're supposed
208 to hold a knife. Grabs the biker and slams him face-down over the
209 bar. Then brings the knife whistling down, pinning the biker's
210 shoulder to the bar top with his own steel.
211
2129 INT. KITCHEN
213
214 The doors BANGS OPEN and Terminator strides in.
215 The Mexican cook does a fast fade as Terminator walks toward Cigar,
216 who is cursing in pain on the floor.
217
218 With his deep-fried fingers he struggles to get out the .45 auto
219 tucked under his leather jacket. But he can't even hold onto it.
220 Terminator takes it from him. Instead of pointing it at him,
221 Terminator carefully examines weapon, analyzing its caliber and
222 operating condition. Terminator never threatens... that's a human
223 thing. He just takes.
224
225 Cigar senses what he must do when the emotionless eyes come back to
226 him. He slides the keys to his bike across the floor to Terminator's
227 foot. Then painfully starts getting out of his jacket.
228
22910 INT. TRUCK STOP
230
231 Terminator strides from the kitchen, fully clothed now in a black
232 leather jacket, leather riding pants, and heavy, clean boots. He
233 moves toward the moaning biker pinned to the pool table. Without
234 slowing his stride he jerks the knife out. The guy slumps to the
235 floor, groaning, behind him.
236
237 Terminator continues toward the front of the diner, passing Lloyd,
238 the owner. At the door, he comes abreast of two truckers who sit
239 frozen like a snapshot in mid-bite. One of the truckers finally
240 nods.
241
242 TRUCKER
243 Evening...
244
245 Terminator impassively stares back. Then moves on out the door.
246
24711 EXT. TRUCK STOP
248
249 Terminator walks out, surveying the parked Harleys. Sticks the .45
250 in his belt and swings one leg over a massive CUSTOM ELECTRO-GLIDE.
251 He slips the dagger in his boot and the key in the ignition. Kicks
252 over the engine. It catches with a roar and he slams the heavy iron
253 into gear with a KLUNK.
254
255 Lloyd appears at the diner's door with a sawed-off 10-GAUGE
256 WINCHESTER LEVER-ACTION SHOTGUN. He fires into the air and jacks
257 around round in fast, aiming at Terminator's back.
258
259 LLOYD
260 I can't let you take the man's wheels, son.
261 Now get off or I'll put you down.
262
263 Terminator turns and considers by coldly. He eases the shifter up
264 into neutral. Rocks the bike onto its kickstand. Swings him leg
265 over and walks calmly toward the guy.
266
267 Terminator strides right up to Lloyd, staring straight into the
268 shotgun's muzzle. Lloyd starts sweating, trying to decide is he's
269 going to kill a man in cold blood. He's still trying to decide when
270 Terminator's hand blurs out like a striking cobra and is somehow
271 suddenly holding the shotgun.
272
273 Lloyd gapes, knowing he's screwed. Then...
274 Terminator reaches toward him. Oh shit...
275 And slips the sunglasses out of Lloyd's shirt pocket. Puts them on.
276 Strides back to the Harley and roars off in a shower of gravel.
277
27812 EXT. FREEWAY - NIGHT
279
280 Terminator roars down the freeway, heading for L.A. Cold neon flares
281 across the chrome of the big bike. The 10-gauge is jammed through
282 the clutch and brake cables, across the handlebars. The lights flow
283 over Terminator's wrap-around sunglasses like the tracks of tracer
284 rounds.
285
286 CUT TO:
287
28813 EXT. OVERPASS - NIGHT
289
290 The First Street Bridge. Rusting chain-link fence and graffiti-
291 covered walls. An L.A.P.D. BLACK-AND-WHITE cruises the empty street.
292
293 A TREMENDOUS BLUE-WHITE GLARE suddenly spills out between the columns
294 of the overpass. The young UNIFORMED COP in the car whips his head
295 around at the source of the light. He pulls over quickly, in time
296 to see...
297
29813A The powerfully arcing electrical discharge reaches its peak between
299 the columns. Lightning climbs the chain-link fence and light
300 standards, lighting up the night, and papers swirl in a blasting
301 whirlwind.
302
30313B The cop climbs from his cruiser as the glow fades.
304 He sees vapor dissipating as he approaches the spot where he saw the
305 strange light. He draws his revolver and cautiously moves into the
306 shadows between the rows of pillars.
307
308 A NAKED MAN glides from a shadowed doorway behind the cop. Nothing
309 special about him. Certainly not built like a terminator. The flash
310 of light and fact that he is naked are pretty good clues that he
311 just arrived from the future. His features are handsome bordering
312 on severe. His eyes are gray ice. Penetrating. Intelligent.
313
314 THE COP spins at a sound. Too late. Mr. X is already on him. The
315 blow is lighting fast and the cop drops like a bag of sand.
316
317 LOW ANGLE as the unconscious cop hits the deck, his BERETTA 9mm
318 AUTOMATIC clattering next to him. A hand ENTERS FRAME and picks up
319 this pistol.
320
321 CUT TO:
322
32313C HIGHLY POLISHED BLACK SHOES rounding the rear tire of the police
324 cruiser. FOLLOW THE SHOES to the cruiser's door then MOVE UP as
325 Mr. X, dressed now in LAPD blue, climbs behind the wheel. He
326 looks and acts exactly like a cop. Cool, alert, confident in his
327 power, his expression emotionless and judgmental.
328 Mr. X, now Officer X, puts the car in gear and drives into the night.
329
330 CUT TO:
331
33214 INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE/GARAGE - DAY
333
334 TIGHT ON YOUNG JOHN CONNOR, who at his moment is ten years old and
335 busy reassembling the carburetor on his Honda 125 dirtbike. He has
336 ripped Levi's and long stringy hair. A sullen mouth. Eyes which
337 reveal an intelligence as sharp as a scalpel. The Ramones' "I Wanna
338 Be Sedated" blasts from a boom box next to him.
339
340 A WOMAN, JANELLA VOIGHT, stands in the doorway of the garage,
341 yelling over the music.
342
343 WOMAN
344 ...John? John! Get in here right now and
345 clean up that pigsty of yours.
346
347 John's friend TIM, a thirteen-year-old Hispanic kid, watches as John
348 replies by turning up the volume on the boom box.
349 Janelle gives up with a SLAM of the house's back door.
350
351 TIM
352 Your foster parents are kinda dicks, right?
353
354 JOHN
355 Gimme that Phillips right there.
356
35715 INT. HOUSE - LIVING ROOM
358
359 Janelle storms into the room. TOD VOIGHT, her husband, watches
360 sports on the TV. They're both in their thirties. Middle-class
361 working stiffs.
362
363 JANELLE
364 I swear I've had it with that goddamn kid.
365 He won't even answer me.
366 (neither does he)
367 Todd? Are you gonna sit there or are you gonna
368 do something?
369
370 He sighs. Throws down the TV's remote and heads for the garage.
371
37216 INT. GARAGE
373
374 John hops on the bike. Kick-starts it. Tim picks up John's nylon
375 bag, then climbs on the back. Todd ENTERS and shouts over the
376 engine, which John revs louder and louder.
377
378 TODD
379 John! Get your ass inside right now and do
380 what your mother says!
381
382 John pins Todd with a defiant glare.
383
384 JOHN
385 She's not my mother, Todd!
386
387 He revs the engine and peels out of the garage, with Tim almost
388 falling off the back. They take off down the street.
389
39017 EXT. VACANT LOT/DRAINAGE CANAL
391
392 John cuts through a vacant lot to a trail running beside a fenced-in
393 drainage canal. He guns the bike through a hole in the retaining
394 fence. Tim's eyes go wide as they roar down the concrete embankment.
395
39617A IN THE DRAINAGE CANAL John zig-zags along, throwing up a
397 roostertail of muddy water. Tim shouts, pretending he didn't just
398 see his life flash before his eyes. He slaps John on the back.
399
400 TIM
401 Major moves, homes! So... where is your
402 real mom, anyway?
403 (John doesn't answer)
404 She dead or something?
405
406 It's hard to read John's expression.
407
408 JOHN
409 She might as well be.
410
411 John twists the throttle angrily and the bike lunges forward.
412
413 CUT TO:
414
41518 EXT. PESCADERO STATE HOSPITAL - DAY
416
417 A SIGN on a chain link fence topped with concertina wire reads:
418 PESCADERO STATE HOSPITAL FOR THE CRIMINALLY INSANE. Beyond it
419 squats an imposing four-story building. Institutional brick.
420 Barred windows. About as inviting as KGB headquarters. Security
421 guards patrol the manicured grass.
422
42319 INT. HOSPITAL - MAXIMUM SECURITY WING
424
425 Sunlight is a barred slash on the bare institutional wall. The room
426 is empty of all furnishings save the bed, a stainless steel sink,
427 toilet, and a dented metal mirror. WE HEAR a rhythmic grunting,
428 small explosions of breath in perfectly-metered time.
429
430 PAN TO a bedframe leaned upright against the wall, legs facing
431 outward. A pair of sweaty hands grip one leg. Tendons knot and
432 release as SOMEONE does pull-ups. A man of tangled hair hides the
433 face that comes INTO FRAME, dips out, comes back.
434
435 WIDER. A WOMAN in a tank top and hospital pants in hanging from the
436 top leg of the vertical bedframe. Her body is straight and taut.
437 Knees bent so the feet clear the ground. The arms are lean and
438 muscular. The inmate, face hidden, pulls up, dips, pulls up. Like
439 a machine. No change in rhythm.
440
44120 INT. HOSPITAL/CORRIDOR
442
443 FIGURES MOVE TOWARD US down a corridor of polished tile and two-
444 tone walls. DR. PETER SILBERMAN, a smug criminal psychologist,
445 leads a group of young INTERNS. Following laconically, are THREE
446 BURLY ATTENDANTS.
447
448 SILBERMAN
449 The next patient is a 29-year old female
450 diagnosed as acute schizo-affective disorder.
451 The usual indicators... depression, anxiety,
452 violent acting-out, delusions of persecution.
453 (the interns nod judiciously)
454 Here we are.
455
456 Silberman stops at one of the SOUNDPROOF STEEL DOORS. There is a two-
457 way speaker beneath a tiny window. Silberman flips the intercom
458 switch.
459
46021 INT. CELL
461
462 Silberman's scrubbed and cheerful face at cell window. HIS VOICE
463 comes over the tinny speaker.
464
465 SILBERMAN
466 'Morning, Sarah.
467
468 REVERSE ANGLE as she turns slowly into CLOSE UP.
469 SARAH CONNOR is not the same woman we remember from last time. Her
470 eyes peer out through a wild tangle of hair like those of a cornered
471 animal. Defiant and intense, but skittering around looking for
472 escape at the same time. Fight or flight. Down one cheek is a long
473 scar, from just below the eye to her upper lip.
474 Her VOICE is a low and chilling monotone.
475
476 SARAH
477 Good morning, Dr. Silberman. How's the knee?
478
47922 INT. CORRIDOR
480
481 Silberman's smug composure drops a second. Then returns.
482
483 SILBERMAN
484 Fine, Sarah.
485 (he switches off, speaks to
486 the interns)
487 She, uh... stabbed me in the kneecap with a
488 screwdriver a few weeks ago.
489
490 Sarah watches them talking about her through the glass, but can't
491 hear them. She feels like a lab animal. The interns look in at her
492 through the glass as Silberman talks. With her face drawn, eyes
493 haggard and hair wild, she looks like she belongs where she is.
494
495 SILBERMAN
496 The delusional architecture is interesting.
497 She believes a machine called a "terminator",
498 which looks human of course, was sent back
499 though time to kill her. And also that the
500 father of her child was a soldier, sent to
501 protect her... he was from the future too...
502 (he smiles)
503 The year 2029, if I remember correctly.
504 (the interns chuckle)
505 Let's move on, shall we?
506
507 As the interns walk on, Silberman steps close to DOUGLAS, the head
508 attendant, and speaks low.
509
510 SILBERMAN
511 Douglas, I don't like seeing the patients
512 disturbing their rooms like this. See that she
513 takes her thorazine, would you?
514
515 DOUGLAS is 6'4", 250 pounds and warm-hearted at a rattlesnake. He
516 nods, catching Silberman's meaning, and gestures for the other
517 attendants to hang back as Silberman moves on in his rounds.
518
51923 INT. CELL
520
521 Sarah looks up as the cell door opens. Douglas walks in slowly,
522 idly tapping his POLICE BATON against the door in a ominous rhythm.
523 The other two orderlies ease in behind him. One of them carries a
524 STUN BATON (like a sawed-off cattle prod). The other has a tray with
525 cups of red liquid-thorazine.
526
527 DOUGLAS
528 Time to take you meds, Connor.
529
530 Sarah faces him, weight centered. Feral eyes darting from one to the
531 other.
532
533 SARAH
534 You take it.
535
536 Douglas grins, casual --
537
538 DOUGLAS
539 Now you know you got to be good 'cause you up
540 for review this afternoon...
541
542 SARAH
543 I'm not taking it. Now I don't want any
544 trouble...
545
546 DOUGLAS
547 Ain't no trouble at all --
548
549 He whips the baton in a whistling backhand, which --
550 WHAP! Takes her square in the stomach. She doubles over and drops
551 to her knees, unable to breathe. Douglas tips the bed and it slams
552 down with a crash, right new to her. He takes her stun wand from
553 the other attendant and walks forward.
554
555 TIGHT ON SARAH, grimacing and struggling to breathe.
556
557 SARAH
558 You... son of a... AAARRGH!!
559
560 The stun wand hits her between shoulder blades as she tries to rise.
561 It drives her to the floor, pinning her like a bug. Little
562 ELECTRIC ARCS CRACKLE as the baton makes her writhe in pain.
563 Douglas grabs her by the hair and jerks her up to her knees. Holds
564 the cup of thorazine in front of her lips.
565
566 DOUGLAS
567 Last call, sugar.
568
569 Gasping, she chokes the zombie juice down.
570
571 CUT TO:
572
57324 EXT. BANK PARKING LOT - DAY
574
575 John furtively hunches before a Ready-Teller machine at the rear of
576 a local bank while his friend Tim stands lookout. John slips a
577 stolen ATM card into the machine slot. It is something he's rigged
578 up, because trailing from the card is ribbon-wire which goes to
579 some kind of black-box electronics unit he's got in his ever-present
580 knapsack. He holds the pack between his knees and pulls out a
581 little lap-top keyboard, which is also connected to the black-box.
582
583 John enters a few commands and the plasma-screen displays the PIN
584 number for that account. He quickly enters the number on the Ready-
585 Teller's keypad and asks it for 300 bucks. The machine whirs then
586 begins dispensing twenty-dollar bills. Tim looks back over his
587 shoulder amazed.
588
589 JOHN
590 Easy money!
591
592 TIM
593 Where'd you learn all this stuff?
594
595 John collects the twenties as the machine kicks them out. A cool and
596 professional electronic-age thief at ten years old.
597
598 JOHN
599 From my mom. My real mom, I mean. Come on
600 baby...
601 (he grabs the last bills)
602 Let's go!
603
604 They sprint around the corner to an --
605
60625 EXT. ALLEY BEHIND BANK
607
608 They huddle behind the building as John counts out Tim's share.
609 He folds five twenties and palms them to the other kid. When John
610 opens his wallet to put in his money, Tim notices a picture in a
611 plastic sleeve.
612
613 TIM
614 That her?
615
616 John reluctantly shows his friend the Polaroid. It is a shot of
617 Sarah. Pregnant, in a jeep near the Mexican border. John doesn't
618 know it now, but he will carry the photo with him for over 30 years,
619 and give it to a young man named Kyle Reese, who will travel back in
620 time to become his father. Yes, that photo.
621
622 TIM
623 So she's pretty cool, huh?
624
625 JOHN
626 Actually, no, she's a complete psycho. That's
627 why she's up at Pescedero. She tries to blow up
628 a computer factory, but she got shot and arrested.
629
630 TIM
631 No shit?
632
633 JOHN
634 Yeah, she's a total loser. C'mon, let's check
635 out the 7-Eleven, whatya say?
636
637 John has tried to sound casual, but we see in his eyes that is really
638 hurts. He slaps Tim on the shoulder and they jump onto his Honda.
639 John fires up and they whine off down the alley.
640
641 CUT TO:
642
64326 INT. POLICE CRUISER - DAY
644
645 CLOSE ON COMPUTER TERMINAL, attached to the dash. A Juvenile
646 Division file. Subject: John Connor. Below his ARREST RECORD are
647 his vital stats. Mother: Sarah Connor. Legal Guardians: Todd and
648 Janelle Voight. And below their names, an address: 523 S. Almond.
649 Reseda, Ca.
650
651 OFFICER X stares at the screen for a moment. Then gets out the car.
652
65327 INT./EXT. VOIGHT HOUSE - DAY
654
655 TIGHT ON FRONT DOOR as Todd Voight opens it, revealing the unsmiling
656 face of Officer X beyond the screen door. Todd greets him with a
657 weary sigh.
658
659 OFFICER X
660 Are you the legal guardian of John Connor?
661
662 TODD
663 That's right, officer. What's he done now?
664
665 Officer X ignores the question. He casually scans the living room.
666
667 OFFICER X
668 Could I speak with him, please?
669
670 Todd shrugs, showing the cop he's past his patience with the boy.
671
672 TODD
673 Well, you could if he was here. Be he took off
674 on his bike this morning. Could be anywhere.
675 You gonna tell me what his is about?
676
677 OFFICER X
678 I just need to ask him a few questions.
679
680 Janelle appears in the doorway behind Todd, concerned.
681
682 JANELLE
683 There was a guy here this morning asking about
684 him, too.
685
686 TODD
687 Yeah, big guy. On a bike. Has that got
688 something to do with it?
689
690 Officer X registers the significance of that. He realizes who the
691 big guy must be. He smiles. Reassuringly shakes his head no.
692
693 OFFICER X
694 I wouldn't worry. Do you have a photograph
695 of John?
696
697 Todd stares unhappily at the cop. Turns to Janelle.
698
699 TODD
700 Get the album, Janelle.
701
702 CUT TO:
703
70428 EXT. STREET
705
706 ANGLE THROUGH AN ALLEY from the main street. We see John and Tim
707 flash by on the Honda a block away. Hold a beat. Then...
708
709 A BIG CHROME WHEEL ENTERS FRAME. BOOM UP a leather-clad leg to
710 Terminator's implacable face. It surveys the area slowly as the
711 bike idles, then kicks it into gear and moves on, scanning in a
712 slow shark-like manner, not aware that it missed its prey by
713 seconds.
714
715 CUT TO:
716
71729 INT. SARAH'S CELL - DAY
718
719 CLOSE ON SARAH. She is shackled, hands and feet, to the bed.
720 Sunlight falls across her pale face. A hand enter frame, gently
721 stroking her cheek. She wakes up to see --
722
723 KYLE REESE. Sitting on the edge of her bed, looking exactly the
724 same as we last saw him in 1984. Scruffy blonde hair and a long
725 raincoat.
726
727 SARAH
728 Kyle..? You're dead.
729
730 He gives her a gentle smile.
731
732 REESE
733 I know. This is a dream, Sarah.
734
735 SARAH
736 Oh. Yeah. They... make me take this stuff...
737
738 He puts a finger to her lips. Then silently unfastens her restraints.
739 They gaze into each other's eyes. And in the look that his death
740 and the horror she has been through since hasn't touched their love
741 at all.
742
743 SARAH
744 Hold me.
745
746 She melts into Reese's arms. Pulls him to her.
747
748 REESE
749 I love you. I always will.
750
751 SARAH
752 Oh, God... Kyle. I need you so much.
753
754 She kisses him passionately. They are locked together in a timeless
755 moment. PUSH IN TIGHT on Sarah as she buries her face in his
756 shoulder. She shuts her eyes tight. Stay on Sarah as Reese speaks.
757 He voice is strangely cold.
758
759 REESE (O.S.)
760 Where's John, Sarah?
761
762 Sarah opens her eyes and he is no longer in her arms. He is standing
763 across the room. Pinning her with an accusing gaze.
764
765 SARAH
766 They took him from me.
767
768 REESE
769 It's John who's the target now. You have to
770 protect him. He's wide open.
771
772 SARAH
773 I know!
774
775 REESE
776 Don't quit, Sarah. Our son need you.
777
778 SARAH
779 (struggling not to cry)
780 I know, but I'm not as strong as I'm supposed
781 to be. I can't do it. I'm screwing up the
782 mission.
783
784 REESE
785 Remember the message... the future is not set.
786 There is not fate but what we make for ourselves.
787
788 He turns toward the door.
789
790 SARAH
791 Kyle, don't go!
792
793 REESE
794 (turning back to her)
795 There's not much time left in the world, Sarah.
796
797 Reese goes out the door. Sarah jumps from the bed, frantic. Yanks
798 the door open. Follow her out.
799
80030 INT. CORRIDOR
801
802 Sarah staggers from her cell. Reese is already, impossibly, a
803 hundred feet away, striding down the dim corridor. A silhouette
804 in a long coat, disappearing around a corner.
805
806 Sarah runs after him, her bare feet slapping the cold linoleum.
807 Her hospital gown floats out behind her as she dream-runs along the
808 seemingly infinite corridor. She reaches the corner, slides around
809 it, and...
810
81130A Slams right into the arms of Douglas and his three helpers. They
812 grab her as she struggles and screams. The Silberman is there,
813 smiling soothingly. They force her down and she is pinned to
814 the floor, screaming. A new figure approaches... one even more
815 menacing.
816
817 TERMINATOR walks toward her, with heavy measured steps. Backlit,
818 eyes concealed by the sunglasses, it stands over her like the angel
819 of death itself. It reaches down and...
820 Takes her hand. Lifts her up. Leads her to a door. They go through
821 together. Emerging into...
822
82330B A BEAUTIFUL SUNLIGHT MORNING. CHILDREN are playing nearby... sliding
824 down slides, clambering through a jungle gym. Sarah knows this
825 dream know... it's is the worst of all her nightmares. She starts
826 to scream but no sound comes out.
827
82830C THE SKY EXPLODES into WHITE LIGHT. Everything is seared by the unholy
829 glare, hotter than a thousand suns. The children ignite like
830 match heads. Sarah is burning, screaming silently, everything silent
831 and overexposed. Terminator's flesh and clothing are burning,
832 silently. It grips her hand, Virgil to her Dante in this tour of the
833 nuclear-age Inferno.
834
83530D THE BLAST WAVE HITS... a near-solid wall of compressed air followed
836 by 250-mph winds. The children, charcoal statues frozen in positions
837 of play, explode into black leaves of ash and swirl away. SOUND
838 hit now, with a thunderous roar. Sarah's scream merges with the
839 howl of the wind as the blast hits her, exploding the flesh from her
840 bones. Beside her, Terminator is stripped of its burnt flesh,
841 becoming a smoking skeleton of steel.
842
84330E Then she wake up... in her cell, shackled to the bed. Sunlight hurts
844 her eyes. She looks desperate and defeated. She knows the war is
845 coming. It visits her every time she closes her eyes. Lost and
846 alone, Sarah feels all hope recede for herself and for humanity.
847
848 CUT TO:
849
85031 INT. PESCADERO STATE HOSPITAL - INTERVIEW ROOM
851
852 TIGHT ON VIDEO SCREEN, playing a previously-recorded session.
853 Sarah is in a strait-jacket, talking softly.
854
855 VIDEO SARAH
856 ... it's... like a giant strobe light, burning
857 right through my eyes... but somehow I can still
858 see. Look, you know the dream's the same every
859 night, why do I have to --
860
861 VIDEO SILBERMAN
862 Please continue...
863
86431A The REAL SARAH dispassionately watches herself on the screen. Her
865 expression is controlled. Silberman watches her watching. They are
866 in a brightly-lit interview room. TWO ATTENDANTS stands nearby.
867
86831B VIDEO SARAH
869 The children look like burnt paper... black,
870 not moving. Then the blast wave hits them and
871 they fly apart like leaves..."
872
873 Video Sarah can't go on. Real Sarah watches herself cry on tape,
874 her expression cold. We hear Silberman speak on the tape.
875
876 VIDEO SILBERMAN
877 Dreams about cataclysm, or the end of the world,
878 are very common, Sarah...
879
880 Video Sarah cuts him off, her mood shifting to sudden rage.
881
882 VIDEO SARAH
883 It's not just a dream. It's real, you moron!
884 I know the date is happens!!
885
886 VIDEO SILBERMAN
887 I'm sure it feels very real to you --
888
889 VIDEO SARAH
890 On August 29th 1997 it's going to feel pretty
891 fucking real to you, too! Anybody not wearing
892 number two million sunblock in gonna have a
893 real bad day, get it?
894
895 VIDEO SILBERMAN
896 Relax now, Sarah --
897
898 VIDEO SARAH
899 You think you're alive and safe, but you're
900 already dead. Everybody, you, him...
901 (she gestures are the
902 attendant)
903 everybody... you're all fucking dead!
904
905 She is raving, half out of her chair. The orderly moves to inject
906 her with something.
907
908 VIDEO SARAH
909 You're the one living in a dream, Silberman,
910 not me! Because I know it happens. It
911 happens!
912
91331C Silberman pauses the tape... freezing Sarah's contorted face.
914 Real Sarah turns away from the screen, he expression stony.
915
916 SARAH
917 I was afraid... and confused. I feel much
918 better, now. Clearer.
919
920 Silberman gives a calculated paternal smile.
921
922 SILBERMAN
923 Yes. Your attitude have been very positive
924 lately.
925
926 Sarah looks up at him. Her voice is hopeful.
927
928 SARAH
929 It has helped me a lot to have a goal, something
930 to look forward to.
931
932 SILBERMAN
933 And what it that?
934
935 As she answers, WE PULL BACK, revealing that we have been looking
936 through a one-way mirror from an adjacent OBSERVATION ROOM. In the
937 shadows of the observation room we see that interns from the
938 earlier rounds, and a couple of STAFF PSYCHOLOGISTS. They smoke and
939 make the occasional note.
940
941 SARAH
942 You said I could be transferred to the minimum
943 security wing and have visitors if I showed
944 improvement in six months. Well, it's been six
945 months, and I was looking forward to seeing my
946 son.
947
948 SILBERMAN
949 I see. Let's go back to what you were saying
950 about these terminator machines. Now you think
951 they don't exist?
952
953 CLOSE ON SARAH. Her voice sounds hollow.
954
955 SARAH
956 They don't exist. I see that now.
957
958 Silberman leans back, studying her. Toying with her.
959
960 SILBERMAN
961 But you've told me on many occasions about how
962 you crushed one in a hydraulic press.
963
964 SARAH
965 If I had, there would have been some evidence.
966 They would have found something at the factory.
967
968 SILBERMAN
969 I see. So you don't believe anymore that the
970 company covered it up?
971
972 Sarah shakes her head no.
973
974 CUT TO:
975
97632 EXT. CYBERDYNE SYSTEMS - DAY
977
978 The corporate headquarters of a mega-electronic corporation. As
979 imposing cubist castle of black glass.
980
98133 INT. SECOND FLOOR/ELEVATORS
982
983 The elevator doors slide open with a whisper and MILES DYSON strides
984 out. Black. In his early thirties. The star of the Special
985 Projects Division. He's brilliant, aggressive, driven. Dyson walks
986 down the corridor, swinging his arms... a man in a hurry. A man
987 with much to do.
988
989 He reaches a solid security door and zips his ELECTRONIC KEY-CARD
990 through the scanner. The door unlocks with a clunk.
991 The sign next to the door reads: SPECIAL PROJECTS DIVISION:
992 AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.
993
99434 INT. SECURITY STATION
995
996 He nods to the guards as he passes through the security checkpoint.
997 They can see all activities on the floor on their bank of monitors.
998 He unlocks another service door with his card and enters --
999
100035 INT. ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE (A.I.) LAB
1001
1002 The lab is quite large, comprising banks of processors, disk drives,
1003 test bays, prototype assembly areas. Extremely high tech.
1004
1005 DYSON
1006 Greetings, troops.
1007
1008 He is jokingly saluted by fellow members. Not a lab coat in sight.
1009 This is strictly jeans and sneakers crowd. All young and bright.
1010 They sit at their consoles drinking Coke and changing technology as
1011 we know it. A young LAB ASSISTANT rushes over to Dyson. Name tag
1012 says he's BRYANT.
1013
1014 BRYANT
1015 Mr. Dyson? The material teams wants to run
1016 another test on the uh... on it.
1017
1018 DYSON
1019 Yup. Come on. I'll get it.
1020
1021 Dyson produces an unusual-looking KEY from his pocket as they stride
1022 through the lab. Bryant has to hustle to keep up.
1023
1024 BRYANT
1025 Listen, Mr. Dyson, I know I haven't been here
1026 that long, but I was wondering if you could tell
1027 me... I mean, if you know...
1028
1029 DYSON
1030 Know what?
1031
1032 BRYANT
1033 Well... where it came from.
1034
1035 DYSON
1036 I asked them that question once. Know what
1037 they told me? Don't ask.
1038
103936 INT. VAULT ROOM
1040
1041 Dyson enters with Bryant. Dyson and a GUARD stand together before
1042 what looks like a high-tech bank vault. It requires two keys to
1043 open, like the launch controls in a nuclear silo. The guard and
1044 Dyson insert their keys and turn them simultaneously. Dyson then
1045 enters a passcode at a console and the vault unlocks itself with a
1046 sequence of clunks. The door swings open and Dyson enters. Bryant
1047 stays outside with the guard, who notes Dyson's name and item on a
1048 clipboard.
1049
105037 INT. VAULT
1051
1052 Dyson walks to a stainless steel cabinet and opens it. Inside is a
1053 small artifact in a sealed container of inert gas. IT -- a ceramic
1054 rectangle, about the size of a domino, the color of liver. It has
1055 been shattered, painstakingly reconstructed and mounted on a metal
1056 frame.
1057
1058 Dyson removes the artifact, it its insert-gas, and sets it on a
1059 specially-designed cart. He handles it like the Turin Shroud.
1060 Dyson closes the cabinet. Turns to the one next to it. Opens its
1061 door. In this cabinet is a larger object... an intricate METAL HAND
1062 AND FOREARM.
1063
1064 At the elbow, the metal is twisted and crushed. But the forearm and
1065 hand are intact. Its metal surface scorched and discolored, it
1066 stands upright in a vacuum flask, as if saluting. This is all that
1067 remains of the terminator Sarah destroyed. Dyson stares at it, lost
1068 in thought. The he closes the cabinet, BLACKING OUT FRAME.
1069
1070 CUT TO:
1071
107238 INT. INTERVIEW ROOM/OBSERVATION ROOM
1073
1074 We can see through the one-way mirror into the interview room where
1075 Sarah is still talking with Silberman. The OTHER PSYCHOLOGISTS are
1076 still watching through the mirror. Reviewing Sarah's condition.
1077
1078 SARAH
1079 So what do you think, Doctor? I've shown a lot
1080 of improvement, haven't I?
1081
1082 SILBERMAN
1083 You see, Sarah... here's the problem. I know
1084 how smart you are, and I think you're just
1085 telling me what I want to hear. I don't think
1086 you really believe who you've been telling me
1087 today.
1088
1089 We go tight on Sarah's reaction. And we see that Silberman is right.
1090 She was playing him and it didn't work. And she knows she's fucked.
1091 Her tone becomes quite pleading.
1092
1093 SARAH
1094 You have to let me see my son. Please. It's
1095 very important. He's in danger. At least let
1096 me call him --
1097
1098 Silberman pins her with his sweet reptilian gaze.
1099
1100 SILBERMAN
1101 I'm afraid not. Not for a while. I don't see
1102 any choice but to recommend to the review board
1103 that you stay here another six months.
1104
1105 Sarah's eyes turn cold and lethal in one second. She knows she's
1106 lost. She knows this guy is just playing with her, and she --
1107 LEAPS ACROSS THE TABLE AT HIM.
1108
1109 SARAH
1110 YOU SON OF A BITCH!!
1111
1112 Silberman jumps back and the attendants dive on her. She is writhing
1113 and twisting like a bobcat. Silberman whips open a drawer and pulls
1114 out a syringe. He jabs it into her and she yells --
1115
1116 SARAH
1117 Goddammit. Let me go!! Silberman! You don't
1118 know what you're doing! You fuck! You're dead!
1119 You hear me!!
1120
1121 Silberman signals and the attendants drag her out.
1122 He looks at the doctors behind the glass. Shrugs.
1123
1124 SILBERMAN
1125 Model citizen.
1126
1127 CUT TO:
1128
112939 EXT. 7-ELEVEN STORE - DAY
1130
1131 Officer X has stopped two young girls in front of a 7-Eleven. He is
1132 leaning out the cruiser window and showing them the picture of John.
1133 The first girl nods.
1134
1135 FIRST GIRL
1136 Yeah, he was here about fifteen minutes ago. I
1137 think he said he was going to the Galleria.
1138
1139 OFFICER X
1140 The what?
1141
1142 The second girl points toward a massive complex visible about the
1143 houses several blocks away. Officer X stares at it.
1144
114540 EXT. STREET
1146
1147 Terminator cruises slowly on the bike. Scanning. He crosses an
1148 overpass above a drainage canal and whips his head around at the
1149 sound of a dirt-bike engine.
1150
115140A TERMINATOR POV -- OF TWO KIDS ON A BIKE DOWN IN THE CANAL.
1152 THE IMAGE SNAP-ZOOMS IN. FREEZES ON THE DRIVER'S FACE.
1153 "IDENT POS" FLASHES NEXT TO THE BLURRY IMAGE OF JOHN.
1154
115540B Terminator wheel the Harley around, cutting onto a street which runs
1156 parallel to the canal. Terminator hauls ass at keep John in sight.
1157 He catches glimpses of the kid through trees and houses. Loses him.
1158 Catches one last glimpse of him heading into the parking lot of a
1159 large SHOPPING MALL.
1160
116141 INT. GALLERIA - DAY
1162
1163 John works his way through a crowded video arcade. Sees some guys he
1164 knows. Stops to talk, striking a pose. Mall rats in the element.
1165 We don't hear the dialogue.
1166
116742 INT. GALLERIA PARKING LOT
1168
1169 TERMINATOR'S idling Harley shakes the parking garage walls. He stops
1170 at a row of bikes near the escalators. John's little Honda sits
1171 proudly with the big street bikes. Terminator parks.
1172
117343 INT. GALLERIA
1174
1175 OFFICER X is moving through the flow of shoppers. The place is a zoo.
1176 He stops some kids and shows them the picture. They shrug.
1177
117843A IN A CROWDED VIDEO ARCADE JOHN is lost in an intense battle, going for
1179 a new high score at "Missile Command". He parries deftly at the enemy
1180 ICBMs deploy their MIRVs... the warheads stream down... it's more than
1181 he can deal with. The world gets nuked. Game over. He slouches
1182 away from the game, looking for another. Bored.
1183
1184 RACK FOCUS to Officer X passing the entrance of the store behind him.
1185 The cop moves on, down the concourse, out of sight.
1186 John gets in an "Afterburner" simulator game.
1187
118843B ON TERMINATOR, walking through the crowd in slow motion. Scanning.
1189 He moves with methodical purpose, knowing the target is close. We
1190 see that he is, incredibly, carrying a box of LONG-STEM ROSES. Like
1191 some hopeful guy with a hot date.
1192
119343C THE COP is pointed toward the arcade by come kids hanging out at the
1194 multi-cinema. He walks into the maze of kids engaged in synthesized
1195 combat. Cheap electronic effects blare above the crowd noise.
1196
119743D JOHN is shooting down MiGs at Mach 2. His friend Tim slides up next
1198 to him. Taps him on the shoulder, trying to play it cool.
1199
1200 TIM
1201 Some cop is scoping for you, dude.
1202
1203 John looks around the corner of the "Afterburner" ride. Sees the cop
1204 showing a picture to some of the kids. The kids point his way.
1205
1206 John ducks just as the cop glances over. He slinks out the other side
1207 of the ride and heads for the back of the store, instinctively
1208 retreating. Sarah has taught him that cops are bad news.
1209
1210 THE COP scans the crowded arcade. Glimpses John, looking back as he
1211 moves around a row of machines. Starts toward him.
1212
1213 JOHN sees the cop homing in and starts walking fast. Looks back.
1214 THE COP is shoving through clots of kids. One of them is slammed to
1215 the floor. As eddy of outrage behind the cop as he gains speed.
1216 John breaks into run. So does the cop.
1217 Kids scatter like ten-pins as the cop charges after John.
1218 John sprints through the arcade's back officer and store-rooms.
1219
122044 INT. SERVICE CORRIDOR
1221
1222 John emerges through a firedoor into a long corridor with connects
1223 to the parking garage. He's running full out, when around the corner
1224 ahead of him comes...
1225
1226 TERMINATOR. Time stretches to nightmarish crawl as John tries to
1227 brake to a stop. Terminator reaches into the box of roses.
1228
1229 SLOW MOTION. The cold back steel of the SHOTGUN emerges at the box
1230 falls open, the roses spilling to the floor. TERMINATOR'S BOOT
1231 crushes the flowers as it moves forward.
1232
1233 JOHN, transfixed by terror, is trapped in the narrow featureless
1234 shooting gallery of the corridor. THE SHOTGUN COMES UP. Terminator
1235 expressionlessly strides forward. Jacks a round into the chamber,
1236 slow and fluid.
1237
1238 John looks behind him for a place to run. Sees the cop coming toward
1239 him, pulling his Beretta pistol. Incredibly, John realizes the cop
1240 is aiming his gun at him!
1241 John looks back at Terminator. He is starting into the black muzzle
1242 of the 10-gauge now. Aimed right at his head. He realizes he's
1243 screwed. Then something crazy happens...
1244
1245 TERMINATOR
1246 Get down.
1247
1248 John instinctively ducks. Terminator pulls the trigger. KABOOM!
1249
1250 THE COP catches the SHOTGUN'S BLAST square in the chest just as he
1251 fires the pistol. The pistol's shot goes wild.
1252
1253 TERMINATOR pumps another round into him. The another. And another.
1254 Advancing a step each time he fires, he empties the shotgun into the
1255 cop, blowing his backward down the corridor. The sound is DEAFENING.
1256 Then silence.
1257
1258 THE COP lies still on his back.
1259
126044A Terminator is now standing right over John. They both watch as the
1261 cop, incredibly, sits up unharmed and gets to his feet. Terminator
1262 grabs John roughly by his jacket. Clutches the kid to his chest
1263 then spins around at the cop opens fire with the Beretta.
1264
126544B The "cop", who not only isn't a cop, he clearly isn't even human,
1266 pulls the trigger so fast it almost seems like a machine-pistol.
1267
1268 ON TERMINATOR'S BACK, as the 9mm slugs slam into it, punching bloody
1269 holes in the motorcycle jacket.
1270
1271 JOHN is bug-eyed with fear, but completely unscratched. Terminator's
1272 body has blocked the bullets.
1273
1274 The Beretta CLACKS empty. Terminator turns at the sound.
1275 Shoves John behind a Coke machine. Drops the empty shotgun. Starts
1276 walking toward the "cop".
1277 The empty magazine clatters to the floor.
1278 The cop inserts another one. Snaps back the slide.
1279 Terminator still has twenty feet to go.
1280 He doesn't break his purposeful stride.
1281
1282 The cop opens fire. Bullets rake Terminator's chest. He doesn't
1283 even flinch.
1284 Ten feet to go. BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM! Neither the cop nor Terminator
1285 show the slightest change in expression as the gun rips Terminator's
1286 wardrobe to shreds.
1287
1288 CLACK. The pistol empties again. Terminator stops two feet in front
1289 of the cop. The appraise each other for a second.
1290
1291 We realize now that the cop is a terminator too. We don't know the
1292 details yet, but let's call him the T-1000 (since that's what he is).
1293 A newer model than the one we've come to know so well (the 800
1294 Series "Arnold"). This guy's a prototype... and he's got quite a
1295 few surprises.
1296
1297 T-1000 AND TERMINATOR size each other up. Terminator moves first.
1298 He grabs T-1000 in his massive hands but the T-1000 snaps back with a
1299 counter-grip. After about two seconds of intense slamming, the walls
1300 on both sides of the corridor have all the plaster smashed in, and
1301 the two battling machines have blasted through the wall and
1302 disappeared.
1303
1304 JOHN, totally stunned by all this, remembers to move. He staggers to
1305 his feet. Stumble-runs toward the parking garage.
1306
130744C THIRD LEVEL CONCOURSE. A plate glass window EXPLODES and Terminator
1308 crashes through to the tile floor like a sack of cement amid the
1309 screaming crowd.
1310
131144D T-1000 turns without a word and heads back through the store after
1312 John, accelerating slowly into a loping, predatory run.
1313
131444E Terminator is totally still. A JAPANESE TOURIST cautiously steps
1315 forward and takes a picture of the body. Suddenly, Terminator's
1316 eyes snap open. The stunned tourist backs away.
1317
1318 He sits up and looks around. Gets his bearings. Rises smoothly to
1319 his feet. All servos seem to be working fine. The tourist's camera
1320 whirs as the motor-drive runs on by itself, taking shot after show.
1321 The owner isn't even looking through the eyepiece, he's so shocked.
1322
132345 INT. PARKING GARAGE
1324
1325 John is frantically pumping the kick-start of his bike, scared
1326 shitless and the damned thing won't start. His hands are shaking so
1327 badly he can't find the choke. He looks up to see --
1328 The T-1000 running down the corridor toward him.
1329 John fumbles with the choke. The bike catches. He slams it in gear
1330 and spins the bike out into the main aisle of the garage.
1331
1332 John looks back... the T-1000 is behind him, running. He twists the
1333 throttle and guns the little bike forward. Incredibly, the T-1000
1334 is gaining. This nightmare isn't happening. John races out the exit
1335 ramp, and charges right into the street.
1336
133746 EXT. STREET
1338
1339 John shoots into the busy traffic. Cuts off a BIG-RIG TOW TRUCK.
1340 The DRIVER swears. Hits his air horn. What the driver doesn't see
1341 is the cop, running faster than O.J. Simpson at the airport, who
1342 emerges onto the street and runs back at his truck.
1343
134446A IN THE TRUCK. The driver hears a thump as something slams against his
1345 door, then feels himself pulled right out. T-1000 slides in and
1346 takes his place. The truck is still rolling along about 25 mph.
1347 T-1000 accelerates after John without missing a beat. It can see him,
1348 up ahead, weaving through traffic.
1349
135046B Out of the garage entrance, Terminator roars onto the street on the
1351 Harley.
1352 He accelerates after the others.
1353
135447 EXT. FLOOD CONTROL CHANNEL
1355
1356 John slides his bike down the service ramp faster than he's ever done
1357 it before. He races along the bottom of the canal, turning into a
1358 narrower tributary which has vertical sides.
1359
1360 He looks back. No sign of pursuit.
136147A Suddenly he sees the sun blocked out by a great shadow.
1362 The Kenworth tow-truck... big as a house, all chrome and roaring
1363 diesel engine... crashes through the fence and launches itself right
1364 into the center of the canal.
1365
1366 It crashes down, 15 feet to the ground, going about 60, hits at an
1367 angle and tears into the concrete wall with a hideous grinding of
1368 metal. It ricochets back and forth between the walls then, bellowing
1369 like a gunshot stegosaurus, it just keep on plowing forward, gathering
1370 speed.
1371
137247B John looks back and sees this wall of metal almost filling the narrow
1373 concrete canal and he milks every last bit of throttle the little bike
1374 has. The Kenworth is all muscle, tearing along the canal like a train
1375 in a tunnel. Its big tires send up huge sheets of muddy spray,
1376 backlit in the setting sun. It looks like some kind of demon. And...
1377 it's gaining.
1378
137947C ABOVE THEM, on the service road running parallel, Terminator is
1380 fighting to overtake them. He looks down and sees John with the tow-
1381 truck from Hell catching up to him. It is only about twenty feet
1382 behind him and still gaining.
1383
138447D ANGLE IN THE CANAL, looking back past a desperate John, at the wall
1385 of metal filling frame behind him.
1386
138747E ABOVE, Terminator cuts the bike suddenly hard to the left, leaving the
1388 road. Hitting an earth embankment just right, he jumps the bike into
1389 the air like Steve McQueen in "The Great Escape" and vaults the fence
1390 bordering the canal. It slams down at the edge of the canal and tears
1391 along, inches from the drop-off on a dirt path, accelerating past the
1392 truck in the canal below.
1393
139447F John hits some water and slews momentarily, loosing speed. The
1395 massive push-plate on the front of the truck slams into his back
1396 fender. Panicked, he pulls a little ahead. All this is happening at
1397 about sixty miles and hour. Top speed for the little dirt bike.
1398
139947G SLOW MOTION as Terminator jumps the bike again. This time the 700-
1400 pound Harley sails out into space and drops into the canal. It arcs
1401 down between the truck and John, hitting on its wheels. It bottoms
1402 out, an explosion of sparks under the frame. Only the ultra-fast
1403 reflexes of a machine could keep the bike upright. Terminator fights
1404 for control.
1405
140647H He guns the throttle and the powerful bike roars up beside John's tiny
1407 Honda.
1408 Terminator sweeps the kid off his machine with one arm and swings him
1409 onto the Harley, in front of him. John's Honda weaves and falls,
1410 smashing instantly under thundering tires.
1411
1412 The Harley roars ahead. It hits eighty. Ahead is an overpass, and
1413 supporting it is an abutment which bisects the canal into two
1414 channels. The Harley thunders into one channel, which is essentially
1415 a short tunnel.
1416
141747I The truck can't fit on either side. Neither can it stop, at that
1418 speed. Tires locked, it slides on the muddy concrete and piles into
1419 the concrete abutment at seventy.
1420
142147J Terminator and John emerge from the tunnel, looking back to see a
1422 fireball blasting through behind them as the truck's side-tanks
1423 explode.
1424
1425 Terminator stops the Harley. John peers around his body to see the
1426 destruction. A burning wheel wobbles out of the tunnel and flops in
1427 the mud. Terminator revs the bike and they roar away, down the canal,
1428 disappearing around a bend.
1429
143047K ANGLE ON THE FIRE, as a column of black smoke rises from the overpass.
1431 Smoke boils from the tunnel as well, and inside it is a solid wall of
1432 flame. A figure appears in the fire.
1433 Just an outline. Walking slowly... calmly.
1434 The figure emerges from the flames.
1435
1436 It is human-shaped but far from human. A smooth chrome man. Not a
1437 servo-mechanism like Terminator is underneath, with its complex
1438 hydraulics and cables... this thing is a featureless, liquid chrome
1439 surface, bending seamlessly at knees and elbows as it walks. It
1440 reminds us of mercury. A mercury man. Its face is simple, unformed.
1441 Unruffled by thousand-degree heat, it walks toward us.
1442
1443 With each step detail returns.
1444 First the shape and lines of its clothing emerge from the liquid
1445 chrome surface, then finer details... buttons, facial features,
1446 ears...
1447
144847K But it's still al chrome. With its last step, the color returns to
1449 everything. It is the cop again... handsome young face, blond hair,
1450 mustache. Icy eyes. It stops and looks around.
1451
1452 It is a perfect chameleon. A liquid metal robot. A killing machine
1453 with the ultimate skills of mimicry for infiltration of human society.
1454
145547L ANGLE NEARBY, as several police cruisers and a fire truck pull up.
1456 T-1000 climbs out of the canal behind them. More cops arrive. T-1000
1457 blends in perfectly. There are always cops at diasters and scenes of
1458 violence. We now see why its choice of protective mimicry is so
1459 perfect.
1460 It walks among the other cops unnoticed.
1461 Gets into one of the squad cars. Starts it and drives away.
1462
146348 EXT. SIDE STREET - NIGHT
1464
1465 Terminator, with John in front of him on the Harley, roars down the
1466 empty street. John cranes his neck around to get a look at the
1467 person/thing he is riding with. The image is strangely reminiscent
1468 of father/son, out for an evening ride.
1469
1470 John is still in shock from the experience of what just happened and
1471 he's just a ten-year kid, but he's also John Connor who will someday
1472 rise to greatness, and we see a bit of that in him even know.
1473
1474 JOHN
1475 Whoa... time out. Stop the bike!
1476
1477 Terminator immediately complies. He leans the bike into a turn.
1478 They head into a nearby alley.
1479
148049 EXT. ALLEY
1481
1482 Terminator and John rolls into the alley and come to a stop. John
1483 slides off the gas tank. Terminator impassively stares at him. John
1484 checks him out. Tentatively speaks.
1485
1486 JOHN
1487 Now don't take this the wrong way, but you are
1488 a terminator, right?
1489
1490 TERMINATOR
1491 Yes. Cyberdyne Systems, Model 101.
1492
1493 JOHN
1494 No way!
1495
1496 John touches Terminator's skin. Then the blood on his jacket.
1497 His mind overloads as the reality of it hits him.
1498
1499 JOHN
1500 Holy shit... you're really real! I mean...
1501 whoah!
1502 (stepping back)
1503 You're, uh... like a machine underneath, right...
1504 but sort of alive outside?
1505
1506 TERMINATOR
1507 I'm a cybernetic organism. Living tissue over
1508 a metal endoskeleton.
1509
1510 JOHN
1511 This in intense. Get a grip, John. Okay, uh...
1512 you're not here to kill me... I figured that part
1513 out for myself. So what's the deal?
1514
1515 TERMINATOR
1516 My mission is to protect you.
1517
1518 JOHN
1519 Yeah? Who sent you?
1520
1521 TERMINATOR
1522 You did. Thirty years from now you reprogrammed
1523 me to be your protector here, in this time.
1524
1525 John gives him an amazed look.
1526
1527 JOHN
1528 This is deep.
1529
153050 EXT. STREET - NIGHT
1531
1532 John and Terminator on the bike again, weaving through the side
1533 streets. They blend into the evening traffic. In the darkness,
1534 Terminator's wounds are not readily visible. John cranes his head up
1535 and back.
1536
1537 JOHN
1538 So this other guy? He's a terminator too,
1539 right, like you?
1540
1541 TERMINATOR
1542 Not like me. A T-1000. Advanced prototype.
1543 A mimetic polyalloy.
1544
1545 JOHN
1546 What does that mean?
1547
1548 TERMINATOR
1549 Liquid metal.
1550
1551 JOHN
1552 Radical.
1553
1554 TERMINATOR
1555 You are targeted for termination. The T-1000
1556 will not stop until it complete its mission.
1557 Ever.
1558
1559 John mulls that over.
1560
1561 JOHN
1562 Where we going?
1563
1564 TERMINATOR
1565 We have to leave the city, immediately. And
1566 avoid the authorities.
1567
1568 JOHN
1569 Can I stop by my house?
1570
1571 TERMINATOR
1572 Negative. The T-1000 will definitely try to
1573 reacquire you there.
1574
1575 JOHN
1576 You sure?
1577
1578 TERMINATOR
1579 I would.
1580
1581 CUT TO:
1582
158351 EXT. PAYPHONE
1584
1585 John is quickly going through his pockets for change. He has plenty
1586 of bills but no quarters.
1587
1588 JOHN
1589 Look, Todd and Janelle are dicks but I gotta
1590 warn them. Shit! You got a quarter?
1591
1592 Terminator reaches past John and smashes the cover plate off the
1593 phone's cash box with the heel of his hand. A shower of change
1594 tumbles out. Terminator hands one to John. John dials.
1595
159652 INT. VOIGHT HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT
1597
1598 Janelle Voight picks up the kitchen phone and cradles it with her
1599 shoulder which she continues to chop vegetables with a large knife.
1600 She answers sweetly.
1601
1602 JANELLE
1603 Hello?
1604
1605 JOHN
1606 (filtered through phone)
1607 Janelle? It's me.
1608
1609 In the backyard, John's German Shepherd is going bonkers, barking at
1610 something.
1611
1612 JANELLE
1613 John? Where are you, honey? It's late. You
1614 should come home, dear. I'm making a casserole.
1615
1616 AT THE PAYPHONE. John listens, an odd look on his face. He covers
1617 the phone's mouthpiece and turns to Terminator.
1618
1619 JOHN
1620 (whispering)
1621 Something's wrong. She's never this nice.
1622
1623 IN THE VOIGHTS' KITCHEN. Todd comes through the kitchen's back door.
1624 Just home from work. He ignores Janelle and opens the fridge. Grabs
1625 a carton of milk. Takes a sip. Frowns at the dog's barking.
1626
1627 TODD
1628 What the hell's the goddamn dog barking at?
1629 SHUT UP, YOU MUTT!
1630
1631 TIGHT ON JANELLE as Todd growls around the kitchen behind her. He
1632 passes OUT OF FRAME next to her. Janelle switches the phone to her
1633 other hand then... THUNK! Her free hand seems to do something out of
1634 frame. There is a gurgling, and the sound of liquid dribbling onto
1635 the floor. (Don't go away. We'll find out what happened in a moment)
1636
1637 AT THE PAYPHONE
1638
1639 JOHN
1640 The dog's really barking. Maybe it's already
1641 there. What should I do?
1642
1643 Terminator takes the phone from John's hand. Janelle's voice is
1644 floating through the receiver.
1645
1646 JANELLE
1647 (filtered)
1648 John? John, are you okay?
1649
1650 Terminator speaks into the phone in a perfect imitation of John's
1651 voice...
1652
1653 TERMINATOR
1654 (in John's voice)
1655 I'm right here. I'm fine.
1656 (to John, a whisper)
1657 What's the dog's name?
1658
1659 JOHN
1660 Max.
1661
1662 Terminator nods. Speaks into the phone.
1663
1664 TERMINATOR
1665 Hey, Janelle, what's wrong with Wolfy? I can
1666 hear him barking. Is he okay?
1667
1668 JANELLE
1669 (filtered)
1670 Wolfy's fine, honey. Where are you?
1671
1672 Terminator unceremoniously hangs up the phone. Turns to John.
1673
1674 TERMINATOR
1675 Your foster parents are dead. Let's go.
1676
1677 Terminator heads for the bike. John, shocked, stares after him.
1678
167953 INT. VOIGHT HOUSE/KITCHEN
1680
1681 Janelle hangs up the phone. Her expression is neutral. Calm.
1682
1683 PAN OVER along her arm, which is stretched out straight from the
1684 shoulder. Partway along its length her arm has turned smoothly into
1685 something else... a metal cylinder which tapers into a sword-like
1686 spike. Now we see Todd Voight PINNED TO A KITCHEN CABINET by the
1687 spike which has punched through his milk carton, through his mouth
1688 and exits the back of his head into the cabinet door. His eyes are
1689 glassy and lifeless.
1690
1691 The spike is withdrawn -- SWIISHHTT! -- so rapidly, Todd is actually
1692 standing there a second before he slumps out of sight. THUMP.
169353A Janelle doesn't bat an eye as the spike smoothly changes shape and
1694 color, transforming back into a hand, and then...
1695
169653B JANELLE CHANGES rapidly into the COP we now know as the T-1000. The
1697 change has liquid quality. T-1000 opens the back door.
1698
169954 EXT. VOIGHT HOUSE/BACKYARD - NIGHT
1700
1701 T-1000 approaches the big German Shepherd, which slinks away from it,
1702 barking in fear. T-1000 walk right into CLOSE UP. Reaches down, OUT
1703 OF FRAME. We hear that sickening THUNK followed by a shrill YELP.
1704 Then T-1000's hand snaps up INTO FRAME holding a bloody dog collar.
1705 The tag reads "MAX".
1706 T-1000 nods thoughtfully. Heads back to the house.
1707
170855 EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT
1709
1710 Dark. Off a quiet street. Terminator stands near the Harley,
1711 watching John pace before him. John's brain is calling time-out.
1712 This is all too weird.
1713
1714 JOHN
1715 I need a minute here, okay? You're telling me
1716 it can imitate anything it touches?
1717
1718 TERMINATOR
1719 Anything it samples by physical contact.
1720
1721 John thinks about that, trying to grasp their opponent's parameters.
1722
1723 JOHN
1724 Like it could disguise itself as anything...
1725 a pack of cigarettes?
1726
1727 TERMINATOR
1728 No. Only an object of equal size.
1729
1730 John's still reeling from meeting one terminator, which now seems
1731 downright conventional next to the exotic new model.
1732
1733 JOHN
1734 Well, why doesn't become a bomb or something to
1735 get me?
1736
1737 TERMINATOR
1738 It can't form complex machines. Guns and
1739 explosives have chemicals, moving parts. It
1740 doesn't work that way. But it can form solid
1741 metal shapes.
1742
174356 INT. VOIGHT HOUSE - NIGHT
1744
1745 T-1000 walks down the dark hall. It passes the bathroom and we see
1746 the real Janelle's legs through the half-open door. The shower is
1747 running. Her blood mixes with water on the white tile floor.
1748
174956A In John's bedroom the T-1000 begins searching methodically in the
1750 dark.
1751 Calmly and dispassionately ripping the room apart for any clues that
1752 could lead it to its target. T-1000 finds a box of audio cassettes
1753 marked "Messages from Mom". In it are some letters, and envelopes
1754 filled with snapshots. It begins looking through some of the
1755 photos...
1756
1757 SHOT OF JOHN AND SARAH during the missing years. Sarah in olive
1758 cammos with an RPG 7 grenade launcher, teaching John how to aim.
1759 Sarah with a group of military-clad Guatemalan men, standing next to
1760 cases of Stinger missiles. John and Sarah in a Contra camp, deep in
1761 the mountains.
1762
176357 EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT
1764
1765 John is now sitting on the curb, lost in stunned thought. Terminator
1766 stands above him, watching the street like a Doberman. He glances
1767 down at John.
1768
1769 JOHN
1770 We spent a lot of time in Nicaragua... places
1771 like that. For a while she was with this crazy
1772 ex-Green Beret guy, running guns. Then there
1773 were some other guys. She'd shack up with
1774 anybody she could learn from. So then she
1775 could teach me how to be this great military
1776 leader. Then she gets busted and it's like...
1777 sorry kid, your mom's a psycho. Didn't you
1778 know? It's like... everything I'd been brought
1779 up to believe was just made-up fantasy, right?
1780 I hated her for that.
1781 (he looks up)
1782 But everything she said was true.
1783 (he stands)
1784 We gotta get her out of there.
1785
1786 TERMINATOR
1787 Negative. The T-1000's highest probability for
1788 success now would be to copy Sarah Connor and
1789 wait for you to make contact with her.
1790
1791 JOHN
1792 Oh, great. And what happens to her?
1793
1794 Terminator's reply is matter-of-fact.
1795
1796 TERMINATOR
1797 Typically, the subject being copied is
1798 terminated.
1799
1800 JOHN
1801 TERMINATED!? Shit! Why didn't you tell me?
1802 We gotta right now!
1803
1804 TERMINATOR
1805 Negative. She is not a mission priority.
1806
1807 JOHN
1808 Yeah, well fuck you, she's a priority to me!
1809
1810 John strides away. Terminator goes after him and grabs him arm.
1811 John struggles against the grip. Which doesn't do him much good.
1812
1813 JOHN
1814 Hey, goddammit! What's your problem?
1815
1816 Starts dragging John back to the bike. John spots a couple of
1817 collage-age slab-o-meat JOCK-TYPES across the street and starts
1818 yelling to them.
1819
1820 JOHN
1821 Help! HELP!! I'm being kidnapped! Get this
1822 psycho off of me!
1823
1824 The TWO JOCKS start toward him. John yells in outrage to Terminator.
1825
1826 JOHN
1827 Let go of me!!
1828
1829 To his surprise, Terminator's hand opens so fast John falls right on
1830 his butt.
1831 He looks up at the open hand.
1832
1833 JOHN
1834 Oww! Why'd you do that?
1835
1836 TERMINATOR
1837 You told me to.
1838
1839 John stares at him in amazement as he realizes...
1840
1841 JOHN
1842 You have to do what I say?!
1843
1844 TERMINATOR
1845 That is one of my mission parameters.
1846
1847 JOHN
1848 Prove it... stand on one foot.
1849
1850 Terminator expressionlessly lifts one leg.
1851 John grins. He's the first on his block...
1852
1853 JOHN
1854 Cool! My own terminator. This is great!
1855
1856 The two guys get there and look at Terminator standing there calmly
1857 with one leg up in the air. This big guy in black leather and dark
1858 glasses, standing like a statue.
1859
1860 FIRST JOCK
1861 Hey, kid. You okay?
1862
1863 John turns to him. No longer needing to be rescued.
1864
1865 JOHN
1866 Take a hike, bozo.
1867
1868 FIRST JOCK
1869 Yeah? Fuck you, you little dipshit.
1870
1871 JOHN
1872 Dipshit? Did you say dipshit?!
1873 (to Terminator)
1874 Grab this guy.
1875
1876 Terminator complies instantly, hoisting him one-handed by the collar.
1877 the guy's legs are pinwheeling.
1878
1879 JOHN
1880 Now who's the dipshit, you jock douchebag?
1881
1882 Immediately, things get out of hand. The guy's friend jumps behind
1883 Terminator and tries to grab him in a full nelson --
1884 Terminator throws the first guy across the hood of a car --
1885 Grabs the second by the hair, whips out his .45 in a quick blur, and
1886 aims the muzzle at the guy's forehead.
1887 John grabs Terminator's arm with a yell as he pulls the trigger --
1888 John's weight is just enough to deflect the gun a few inches. The
1889 guy flinches, stunned by the K-BOOM next to his ear. He stares,
1890 shocked. Pissing himself. John is freaking out, too.
1891 He screams at Terminator.
1892
1893 JOHN
1894 Put the gun down! NOW!!
1895
1896 Terminator sets the .45 on the sidewalk. John scoops it up fast then
1897 turns to the shocked civilians, who can't believe what just happened.
1898
1899 JOHN
1900 Walk away.
1901
1902 They do. Fast. John grabs Terminator by the arm and tugs him toward
1903 the bike. John still holds the gun, reluctant to give it back.
1904
1905 JOHN
1906 Jesus... you were gonna kill that guy!
1907
1908 TERMINATOR
1909 Of course. I'm a terminator.
1910
1911 John stares at him. Having your own terminator just became a little
1912 bit less fun to him.
1913
1914 JOHN
1915 Listen to me, very carefully, okay? You're not
1916 a terminator any more. Alright? You got that?
1917 You can't just go around killing people!
1918
1919 TERMINATOR
1920 Why?
1921
1922 JOHN
1923 Whattaya mean, why? 'Cause you can't!
1924
1925 TERMINATOR
1926 Why?
1927
1928 JOHN
1929 You just can't, okay? Trust me on this.
1930
1931 Terminator doesn't get it. John just stares at him. Frightened at
1932 what just almost happened. He gets a glimpse of the responsibility
1933 that comes with power. Finally he hands the .45 back to Terminator,
1934 who puts it away.
1935
1936 JOHN
1937 Look, I'm gonna go get my mom. You wanna come
1938 along, that's fine with me.
1939
1940 CUT TO:
1941
194258 INT. VOIGHT HOUSE/BEDROOM - NIGHT
1943
1944 T-1000 finds an envelope... a letter from Sarah to John sent since
1945 she's been at Pescadero State Hospital. It reads the return address
1946 on the envelope. It has what it needs. It picks up a tape player
1947 and the battered shoebox full of Sarah's tapes and exits.
1948
1949 CUT TO:
1950
195159 CLOSE ON A BLACK & WHITE PHOTOGRAPH. The image is a nightmare from
1952 the past. It is a surveillance camera still-frame from the L.A.
1953 police station where the first terminator made such an impression in
1954 1984. We see the blurry forms of the cop frozen in the emergency
1955 lights of a burning corridor.
1956
1957 A black-clad figure stands at the end of the corridor. The guy has
1958 short-cropped hair and dark glasses. An AR-80 assault rifle in one
1959 hand, and a 12-gauge in the other -- holding them both like toy
1960 pistols.
1961 ANOTHER PHOTO is slapped on top of the first. Another still-frame
1962 blow-up is placed over the last. Terminator looms in CLOSEUP.
1963
1964 DETECTIVE WEATHERSBY (O.S.)
1965 These were taken at the West Highland police
1966 station in 1984. You were there.
1967
1968 WIDER. We're in --
1969
197059A INT. INTERVIEW ROOM/PESCADERO - NIGHT
1971
1972 The photos are lying on the table in front of Sarah, placed there by
1973 DETECTIVE WEATHERSBY. His partner DET. MOSSBERG, and Dr. Silberman,
1974 sit at the table as well. Two uniformed cops, plus Douglas, stand by
1975 the door. Sarah stares listlessly at the top photo. She's
1976 withdrawn, haggard... drugged-looking.
1977
1978 MOSSBERG
1979 He killed seventeen police officers that night.
1980 Recognize him?
1981
1982 Weathersby slaps another black-and-white eight-by-ten on the table.
1983 A closeup of Terminator taken by the Japanese tourist at the mall.
1984 It's the same face.
1985
1986 MOSSBERG
1987 This one was taken by a Japanese tourist today.
1988
1989 Sarah doesn't react. It's hard to tell she's thinking. Whether she's
1990 up hope or is just in a drugged stupor.
1991
1992 WEATHERSBY
1993 Ms. Connor, you've been told that your son's
1994 missing. His foster parents have been murdered,
1995 and we know this guy's involved. Talk to us.
1996 Don't you care?
1997
1998 Sarah stares up at him. A cold and empty stare. He glances at
1999 Silberman.
2000 Then at his partner.
2001
2002 MOSSBERG
2003 We're wasting out time.
2004
2005 One of the uniformed cops opens the door and Mossberg strides into
2006 the hall. Weathersby and the two uniforms follow him out, with
2007 Silberman right behind.
2008
2009 SILBERMAN
2010 Sorry, gentleman...
2011
2012 TIGHT ON SARAH, slumped under the bright lights. Totally out of it.
2013 Then we see her hand, creeping along the edge of the table toward the
2014 stack of photos. She slips off the paper clip binding the stills
2015 together, and hides it between her fingers. Douglas jerks her up by
2016 the arms and leads her out.
2017
2018 CUT TO:
2019
202060 INT. SARAH'S CELL
2021
2022 Douglas inches up the last of Sarah's restraints. Then her leans
2023 over her... looking down. Even wrecked as she is, we see the beauty
2024 in her face. He bends down. We think he's going to kiss her.
2025 Instead he runs his tongue across her face like a dog would. She
2026 seems not to even see him. Her dull eyes past him. He can't
2027 provoke a reaction. Even here, strapped down, the two of them alone,
2028 she give him no superiority. He smirks and leaves. We hear the
2029 sound of his night-stick tapping its way down the corridor, growing
2030 fainter.
2031
2032 Sarah's eyes snap suddenly alert. There is intensity and resolve in
2033 them. She slips the paper clip out from between her fingers and
2034 awkwardly spreads it open into a straight piece of wire. With slow,
2035 painful concentration she moves it toward the lock of the restraints
2036 that bind her wrists to the bed at her sides.
2037
2038 CUT TO:
2039
204061 EXT. ROAD - NIGHT
2041
2042 Terminator and John charge through the night on the Harley.
2043 Streetlights flare past them like comets. Two serious guys with a
2044 mission. One a ten-year old kid, the other a half-man/half-machine
2045 cyborg from the post-Apocalyptic future.
2046
2047 CUT TO:
2048
204962 INT. SARAH'S CELL
2050
2051 TIGHT ON RESTRAINT LOCK as it unlatches... successfully picked by
2052 Sarah's paper clip. This is not an easy thing to do. But Sarah
2053 taught herself a lot of things in her years of hiding.
2054
2055 SARAH, her hands free, sits up and releases the Velcro straps on her
2056 feet. She rolls off the bed and we see her in a whole new light.
2057 She is totally alert, almost feral in her movements.
2058
2059 CUT TO:
2060
206163 EXT. HOSPITAL ENTRANCE
2062
2063 GUARD SHACK. A bored security guard glances up as an LAPD black-and-
2064 white pulls up. He raises the barricade and nods at the T-1000/cop
2065 as it passes.
2066
2067 THE CRUISER pulls in next to the other police vehicles. The T-1000
2068 walks toward the main entrance.
2069
2070 CUT TO:
2071
207264 INT. SARAH'S CELL/CORRIDOR
2073
2074 Sarah is using the paper clip on the door lock. She hears an echoing
2075 tapping sound. It's getting louder, coming her way. She goes back
2076 to work on the lock.
2077
207865 IN THE CORRIDOR. Douglas the attendant is tapping his stick along
2079 the wall like he does every night on his rounds. He shines a little
2080 mag-light in the windows of the cells as he passes, barely slowing.
2081
208265A He rounds the corner. His footsteps echo in the dark hallway.
2083 The tip of the stick hits the wall.
2084 Tap, tap, tap... getting closer to Sarah's cell. He stops at the
2085 door. He is about to shine his light in when he notices that a
2086 utility closet across the hall is open. He goes to shut it,
2087 absently flicking his light into the dark closet. He notices
2088 something strange among the buckets and cleaning supplies. A mop lies
2089 on the floor, with its handle snapped off about halfway up. The
2090 other half is missing.
2091
2092 Douglas ponders this for half a second, then hears a SOUND behind him
2093 and spins around. The sound he heard was Sarah's cell door.
2094 The missing two feet of MOP HANDLE fill his vision as it CRACKS
2095 viciously across the bridge of his nose.
2096
2097 250 pounds of doughy attendant hit the floor like a sack of cement.
2098 Sarah slams the makeshift baton down expertly across the back of his
2099 head, bouncing him off the linoleum. Lights out, Douglas.
2100 She drags him into her cell and locks him in with his own keys. Then
2101 swaps her mop-handle for his nice heavy night-stick.
2102
210365B Sarah moves down the dark corridor, cat-stepping in her bare feet.
2104 She holds the baton like a pro, laid back along the forearm, police-
2105 style. She looks dangerous.
2106
2107 CUT TO:
2108
210966 INT. HOSPITAL ENTRANCE/CORRIDOR
2110
2111 A long corridor ends at a reception area, which is closed, and a
2112 NIGHT RECEIVING DESK, which is a glass window where they can buzz you
2113 in through a heavy door. A NIGHT NURSE types at a desk nearby. She
2114 looks up at the sound of footsteps and sees a young cop (T-1000)
2115 walking toward her.
2116
2117 T-1000
2118 You have a Sarah Connor here?
2119
2120 She assumes he's with the other cops. Smiles.
2121
2122 NIGHT NURSE
2123 Running late, aren't you?
2124
2125 She turns to the inner door to buzz him in and sees Silberman and the
2126 cops coming toward the door from the other side.
2127
2128 NIGHT NURSE
2129 Your friends are on their way out now...
2130
2131 When she turns back to the window, T-1000's no longer there. She
2132 goes to the counter and leans out to see if he's at the drinking
2133 fountain or someplace. No. Reception is empty. And so is the long
2134 corridor beyond. She frowns. Too weird.
2135
213666A Silberman comes through the solenoid door with Mossberg and
2137 Weathersby, the two uniformed cops, and the hospital security guard.
2138 The guard retrieves his 9mm pistol from a lock-out box behind the
2139 night desk. Silberman faces him.
2140
2141 SILBERMAN
2142 Lewis, see these gentleman out and them lock
2143 up for the night.
2144
2145 The security guard nods. Silberman goes back into the secure area of
2146 the hospital and the cops walk down the long corridor to the main
2147 doors. No sign of T-1000. Mossberg and the other cops exit, and
2148 the guard locks the door behind them.
2149
215066B The guard walks slowly back along the long corridor. The hall is
2151 dark, with the light at the night desk far ahead like a sanctuary.
2152 His footsteps ring hollowly on the tile floor. His keys jingle.
2153
215466C ANGLE ON FLOOR as the guard's feet pass through FRAME. An instant
2155 later the floor starts to move.
2156 It shivers and bulges upward like a liquid mass, still retaining the
2157 two-tone checkerboard of the tile. It hunches up silently into a
2158 quivering shadow in the darkness past the guard.
2159
216066D Up ahead we hear typing. The night nurse has her back to us, working.
2161 The guard stops as the drinking fountain. Bends to take a sip.
2162 Behind him the fluid mass as reaches six feet of height and begins to
2163 resolve rapidly into a human figure. It loses the color and texture
2164 of the tile and becomes... THE GUARD.
2165
2166 T-1000's mass has been spread out a quarter of an inch thick over
2167 several square yards of floor. The guard walked over the T-1000, and
2168 his structure was sampled that instant. Now we see it drawing in and
2169 pulling up to form the figure of the guard.
2170
2171 The T-1000/Guard's feet are the last to form, the last of the "liquid
2172 floor" pulling in to form shiny black guard shoes. The shoes detach
2173 with a faint sucking sound from the real floor as the T-1000/Guard
2174 takes its first step.
2175
217666E The real guard spins at the sound of footsteps to see... himself.
2177 He has one deeply disturbing moment to consider the ramifications of
2178 that. Then he sees his double calmly raise its hand and,
2179 inexplicably, points his right index finger directly at the real
2180 guard's face, about a foot away. In a split second, the finger
2181 spears out, elongating into a thin steel rod which snaps out like a
2182 stiletto, slamming into the guard's eye.
2183 It punches into the corner of the eye, past the eyeball like a trans-
2184 orbital lobotomy tool, and emerges from the back of the guard's skull.
2185
2186 Life quietly empties from the guard's face. He is dead weight,
2187 hanging from the rod/finger with suddenly reacts -- SSSNICK. As the
2188 guard slumps, the T-1000 takes his weight easily with one hand and
2189 walks him, like it's carrying a suit on a hanger, back toward the
2190 night desk. The wounds are so tiny, no blood drips onto the floor.
2191
219266F ON THE NIGHT NURSE, glancing up as the T-1000/Guard walks past,
2193 dragging something casually which she can't see because it's below
2194 the countertop.
2195
2196 NIGHT NURSE
2197 Whatcha got, Lewis?
2198
2199 T-1000/GUARD
2200 Just some trash.
2201
2202 She nods, uninterested. Keeps typing. T-1000 moves past, dragging
2203 the unseen guard toward a closet down the hall from the night
2204 receiving station. T-1000/Guard removes the Browning High-Power
2205 pistol and the keys from the real guard's belt, then stuffs the body
2206 into the utility closet.
2207
220866G INT. CORRIDOR/NIGHT RECEIVING DESK
2209
2210 T-1000/Guard comes back out and glances at the nurse.
2211
2212 T-1000/GUARD
2213 All set.
2214
2215 She glances toward it. Sees the Beretta in its holster.
2216
2217 NIGHT NURSE
2218 Gotta check the gun first, Lewis.
2219
2220 T-1000/GUARD
2221 Yeah, sorry.
2222
2223 T-1000 opens the locker and blocks it from her view with its body as
2224 it mimes putting the gun in.
2225
222666H CLOSE ANGLE ON T-1000'S CHEST, from inside the locker. Instead of
2227 setting the gun in the locker, it inserts the pistol into it own
2228 chest, where is disappears inside like it was dropped into a pot of
2229 hot fudge. It withdraws its hand. The chest is once again a surface
2230 that looks like cloth, buttons, name-tag etc. You'd ever guess it was
2231 really an intelligent liquid metal.
2232
2233 T-1000 slams the locker door and waits as the nurse hits the button
2234 unlocking the door with a BUZZ-CLACK. T-1000/Guard goes through.
2235
2236 CUT TO:
2237
223867 INT. ISOLATION SECURITY CHECKPOINT
2239
2240 A small room before a short SALLY-PORT corridor designed to prevent
2241 violent inmates from making a run for it. There are doors at each
2242 end. The first one is barred like a jail-cell door, and the second
2243 is a steel fire door. The attendants have a video monitor with which
2244 they can see the corridor on the other side of the doors.
2245
2246 The two bored attendants barely notice the T-1000/Guard as it
2247 approaches. Looks briefly at a chart next to the door, seeing
2248 SARAH CONNOR is in #19.
2249
225067A IN THE ISOLATION WARD, the T-1000 passes a nurses' station which looks
2251 a cage, walled in by heavy metal mesh. Silberman, leaning in the open
2252 doorway, is talking to an attendant in the cage. He doesn't glance
2253 twice at Lewis the Guard passing by.
2254
225568 SARAH, moving like a ghost in the darkened corridor, hears footsteps
2256 coming and quietly but quickly unlocks a cell next to her with
2257 Douglas' master key.
225868A She slips into the cell and waits as the footsteps pass.
2259 We glimpse the T-1000/Guard pass the window.
2260 She waits as the footsteps fade away. She looks over. A female
2261 inmate, strapped to a bed, watches her with bird-like eyes. She puts
2262 a finger to her lips -- SSHHH. The inmate nods. Sarah exits.
2263
226468B POV MOVING TOWARD nurse's station. We hear Silberman's voice,
2265 reviewing medication with the night attendant.
2266
2267 ON SILBERMAN, yawning, looking at his watch.
2268 He turns to go... Sarah is there.
2269 She slams into him, hurling him through the door into the cage and
2270 follows him in. The orderly jumps up, going for his stunner, but she
2271 nails him with Douglas' baton. WHAP-WHAP-WHAP! You can barely see
2272 the thing she's swinging it so fast. The guys goes down.
2273
2274 Silberman lunges for the alarm button and she cracks down hard on his
2275 arm. He cries out and grabs his wrist.
2276 She grabs him by the hair and slams him face down on the desk,
2277 smacking him behind the knees expertly with the baton.
2278 His legs buckle and he drops to his knees with his chin on the desk.
2279 She pins him with one hand. He face is full of outraged disbelief.
2280
2281 SILBERMAN
2282 You broke my arm!
2283
2284 SARAH
2285 There's 215 bones in the human body, motherfucker.
2286 That's one. Now don't move!
2287
228868B Moving rapidly, she whips open a medication drawer and grabs a
2289 syringe.
2290 They keep a few of these handy for tranking unruly patients. She
2291 jams it into the orderly's butt and fires the whole shot. Still
2292 holding the empty syringe, she sees what she need next.
2293 They keep the toxic cleaning supplies in here to keep the inmates from
2294 drinking Drano. She grabs a plastic jug of LIQUID PLUM'R and slams
2295 it down on the desk inches from Silberman's eyes.
2296
2297 She jams the empty syringe into the plastic jug.
2298 Draws back the plunger. The syringe fills with blue liquid.
2299 She whips it out of the jug and jams the needle into Silberman's neck.
2300 His horrified eyes rack toward it. 10 cc's of blue death fill the
2301 cylinder.
2302 Her thumb hovers over the plunger.
2303 She jerks him to his feet by the collar and gets a tight grip on him,
2304 then hauls him through the door.
2305
230669 IN THE CORRIDOR outside cell #19 the T-1000 stops and looks in the
2307 window. Douglas, his face a bloody mess, yells to be heard.
2308
2309 DOUGLAS
2310 Open the door! The goddamn bitch is loose in
2311 the halls!
2312
2313 To Douglas' amazement, Lewis the Guard turns impassively and walks
2314 away, leaving him shouting soundlessly at the window.
2315
2316 CUT TO:
2317
231870 EXT. HOSPITAL
2319
2320 Terminator and John are approaching the guard gate on the Harley.
2321 They can see the guard inside looks up at the sound of the engine.
2322
2323 JOHN
2324 Now remember, you're not gonna kill anyone,
2325 right?
2326
2327 TERMINATOR
2328 Right.
2329
2330 John looks at him. He's not convinced.
2331
2332 JOHN
2333 Swear.
2334
2335 TERMINATOR
2336 What?
2337
2338 JOHN
2339 Just say "I swear I won't kill anyone."
2340
2341 John holds his hand up, like he's being sworn in. Terminator stares
2342 at John a beat. Then mimics the gesture.
2343
2344 TERMINATOR
2345 I swear I will not kill anyone.
2346
2347 Terminator stops the bike and gets off.
2348 The guard, sensing trouble, has his gun drawn as he comes out of the
2349 shack. Terminator walks toward him drawing his .45 smoothly. BLAM!
2350 He shoots the guard accurately in the thigh.
2351 The guy drops, screaming and clutching his leg.
2352 Terminator kicks the guard's gun away, then smashes the phone in the
2353 shack with his fist. He pushes the button to raise the gate and walks
2354 back to the bike.
2355
2356 TERMINATOR
2357 He'll live.
2358
2359 Terminator climbs onto the bike. They drive toward the hospital,
2360 heading down an ambulance ramp to an underground receiving area.
2361
236271 INT. ISOLATION FLOOR
2363
2364 The attendants at the security checkpoint look up at the monitor as
2365 someone enters the corridor. They see Sarah, holding Silberman at
2366 syringe-point.
2367 Sarah speaks to them through an intercom on the wall. Her voice
2368 comes through the speaker.
2369
2370 SARAH
2371 Open it or he'll be dead before he hits the
2372 floor.
2373
2374 The attendants' adrenaline levels just went off the scale. The first
2375 attendant shakes him head no. The amperage here is really high. The
2376 second attendant keys the intercom switch.
2377
2378 2ND ATTENDANT
2379 There's no way, Connor. Let him go.
2380
2381 Silberman's face is the color of suet.
2382
2383 SILBERMAN
2384 It won't work, Sarah. You're no killer. I don't
2385 believe you'd do it.
2386
2387 Her voice is a deadly cold hiss.
2388
2389 SARAH
2390 You're already dead, Silberman. Everybody here
2391 dies. You know I believe that. So don't fuck
2392 with me!
2393
2394 SILBERMAN
2395 Open the goddamn door!
2396
2397 The attendants looks at one another. One of them hits the solenoid
2398 button. The far door unlocks.
2399
240071A IN THE LOCKOUT CORRIDOR. Sarah pushes Silberman ahead of her.
2401 The nearer, barred door must be unlocked manually.
2402 One of the attendants cautiously approaches. Nervously unlocks it.
2403
2404 SARAH
2405 Step back!
2406
2407 He does. She faces both of them.
2408
2409 SARAH
2410 Down on the floor! Now!
2411
2412 They comply. She comes through with Silberman, giving them a wide
2413 berth. Starts backing down the hall away from them, still holding
2414 her hostage. She's actually pulling this off.
2415
241671B ANGLE FROM BEHIND HER. What we can see, but she can't see, it a
2417 third orderly waiting just around the corner. He's poised, ready to
2418 jump her when she comes abreast of him.
2419
2420 ON SARAH backing up. She reaches the corner.
2421 The third attendant lunges, grabbing her syringe-hand.
2422 Sarah spins on the orderly and catches him across the throat with the
2423 nightstick. He loses interest fast, dropping to his knees and
2424 gagging. Silberman pulls away, screaming at the top of his lungs
2425
2426 SILBERMAN
2427 Get her!
2428
2429 They scramble up as Sarah takes off like a shot around the corner.
2430 One of them hits the panic button and ALARMS begin to sound.
2431
243272 IN THE ISOLATION WARD, the T-1000 is looking in at a very stoned
2433 attendant inside the nurses' station when the alarms shriek through
2434 the halls. It reaches into its chest and pulls out the 9mm pistol.
2435 Heads for the security entrance.
2436
243773 IN ANOTHER CORRIDOR in the maze of the vast hospital, Sarah flies
2438 past us, her bare feet slapping on the cold tiles. The orderlies
2439 charge after her.
2440 She's like an animal in a maze. She turns the corner, glancing off
2441 the wall, and sprints on without slowing. She reaches a steel door.
2442 Tries it. Locked.
2443 Footsteps like a drum solo behind her.
2444
2445 She fumbles with Douglas' keys, breathing hard. Jams the master in.
2446 The orderlies are bearing down on her at full tilt.
2447 Sarah gets the door open. Dives through. Slams it.
2448 She turns a deadbolt knob just as the first orderly grabs the latch
2449 on the other side. He's too late.
2450
2451 Sarah sees them beyond the window, fumbling with their keys.
2452
245373A Sarah is in another sally-port corridor. A jail-cell type barred
2454 door is between her and the corridors of the ward beyond.
2455 She sprints to the walls of bars, jams her key into the door.
2456 She unlocks and pulls open this door just as she hears the latch of
2457 the one she just came through being unlocked.
2458
2459 She flings herself frantically through the barred door as the first
2460 orderly comes through behind her.
2461 She slams the bars shut. CLANG.
2462 Her keys are dangling from the lock on the other side from her.
2463 The orderly is racing at her, white-lipped with rage.
2464
2465 She reaches back through the bars, turns the key, and purposefully
2466 snaps it off in the lock. An instant later the big orderly slams
2467 against the door, grabbing through the bars for her as she dances
2468 back just out of reach.
2469 He lunges against the steel bars, unbelievably pissed off.
2470
2471 Sarah takes off running, looking back at the frustrated orderlies.
2472 They're shouting at each other, unable to fit their keys into the
2473 lock --
2474 The broken-off key tip makes it impossible to get their keys in.
2475 Silberman shouts at them.
2476
2477 SILBERMAN
2478 Go around, goddamnit! Go around!!
2479
2480 The orderlies run back the way they came, and along a cross-corridor
2481 to another set of doors.
2482
248373B ON SARAH as she rounds a corner and sees the elevators ahead.
2484 Now she's home-free. At a full-tilt sprint, she's nearly there when
2485 the elevator doors part...
2486
2487 TERMINATOR steps out... his head swivels to face her.
2488 Sarah reacts, stricken by the image from her worst nightmares.
2489 Her eyes go wide as momentum carries her forward.
2490 Her bare feet slip on the slick tile. She slams to the floor,
2491 staring up at the leather-clad figure with the shotgun.
2492
2493 She loses all semblance of courage and some of her sanity.
2494 She's not even aware that she is screaming, or what would be
2495 screaming if she could get the breath to do it.
2496 In slowed-down dream-time, Sarah scrambles back along the floor like a
2497 crab, spinning and clawing her way to her feet along the wall.
2498
2499 She runs like the wind, like in her nightmare. If she looked back she
2500 would have seen John step warily out of the corridor behind
2501 Terminator. John, however, catches a glimpse of the fleeing Sarah and
2502 figures out instantly what happened.
2503
2504 JOHN
2505 Mom!! Wait!
2506
2507 Sarah doesn't hear. She has clicked fully into her own nightmare.
2508 They take off running after Sarah.
2509
251073C She is pelting down the long corridor, back the way she came. As she
2511 reaches an intersection with a cross-corridor a white-clad figure
2512 blurs from that corridor. The orderly hits her in a flying tackle.
2513 She skids across the floor, shrieking and struggling. The other two
2514 orderlies leap into the fray.
2515
2516 SARAH
2517 No! Help me! Goddamnit, it's gonna kill us
2518 all!!!
2519
2520 She is shouting, pleading, trying to get them to understand what is
2521 coming. They grab her thrashing arms and legs. They don't even look
2522 where the out-of-control woman is pointing... back along the corridor.
2523
2524 They have pinned her to the cold tiles, a ring of faces above her.
2525 Silberman leans down to her, holding a syringe with a heavy dose of
2526 trank. Sarah cranes her neck and sees the dark silhouette of
2527 Terminator coming up behind them. It is exactly her nightmare.
2528 She screams in utter hopelessness.
2529
2530 Terminator, holding the shotgun in one hand, reaches down and grabs
2531 one of the orderlies with his other hand. He hurls the 200-pound
2532 guys against the far wall of the corridor. SMACK! He drops to the
2533 floor.
2534 The other two orderlies react instantly, leaping onto the intruder.
2535 Terminator seems to disappear for a moment under the two big guys.
2536 Then there is an explosion of white-clad figures, as the orderlies are
2537 flung outward like they stepped on a land mine.
2538 One crashes through a window of safety glass and is caught before a
2539 two-story fall by the outer steel bars. The other crashes through an
2540 office door, splintering it into kindling.
2541
2542 Silberman has jumped to hold Sarah. He is grabbed by a roll of skin
2543 at the back of his neck and lifted like a cat. The doctor feel his
2544 feet pedaling above the ground. He looks into the expressionless
2545 face. And it hit him. Sarah was right... this guy isn't human.
2546 He feels the fabric of reality crumbling.
2547 Then he feels himself flying through the air. The wall smacks him,
2548 then the floor kicks him in the face. He decides to lie there a
2549 second.
2550
2551 Sarah blinks, staring up at the figure looming over her.
2552 John kneels next to her.
2553
2554 JOHN
2555 Mom, are you okay?
2556
2557 She looks from Terminator to John. Back to Terminator.
2558 Is this a nightmare? Or has she finally gone truly bad?
2559
2560 Incredibly, Terminator politely reaches his hand down to her, offering
2561 to help her up. The last thing she ever expected to see.
2562
2563 TERMINATOR
2564 Come with me if you want to live.
2565
2566 The orderlies are stirring.
2567
2568 JOHN
2569 It's all right, Mom. He's here to help.
2570
2571 Sarah, is a daze, takes the huge hand in her shaking fingers.
2572 Terminator lifts her to her feet.
2573
257473D John sees a GUARD standing thirty feet away, on the other side of the
2575 walls of bars. John doesn't know what we know, but he knows
2576 something's not right with this guy. Terminator turns to follow
2577 John's gaze.
2578 The T-1000 had its pistol in its hand, at its side.
2579 Terminator pushes John behind him. They start backing up.
2580
258173E The T-1000 walks forward, reaching the bars. It doesn't stop.
2582 Its body divides like jello around the bars. As it squeezes itself
2583 through like metal playdough, its surface reforms perfectly on our
2584 side. We see it deform and squeeze through like a viscous paste
2585 forced past an obstacle.
2586 Silberman has recovered enough to be sitting up and watching this.
2587 That faint snapping sound is his mind.
2588 There is a CLANK and we see that the guard's gun has caught against
2589 the bars... the only solid object. The T-1000 turns its wrist and
2590 tries again, slipping the gun endwise through the gap.
2591
259273F Sarah is agape. Not reacting. It's been a heavy day for her.
2593 Terminator grabs John by the seat of his pants and hooks him up onto
2594 his back. John grabs him around the neck. Terminator raises the
2595 shotgun and starts backing up.
2596
2597 TERMINATOR
2598 Go! Run!
2599
2600 Sarah doesn't need to be told twice.
2601 T-1000 walks toward them, opening fire with the Browning Hi-Power.
2602 Terminator straight-arms the 12-guage like a pistol and FIRES.
2603 The stunned orderlies flop face down on the floor as the corridor is
2604 filled with high-velocity lead. One of them, stupidly running for the
2605 cross-corridor, gets hit by the T-1000.
2606
2607 Terminator is hammered by several slugs, and the T-1000 is cratered
2608 by two buckshots hits. It staggers, but comes on. In the craters
2609 we see bright mercury before they close and reseal, disappearing in a
2610 second.
2611
261273G Terminator makes it around the corner and breaks into a run. Ahead,
2613 Sarah is already at the elevator. Terminator and John pile in and
2614 John slaps the button for "Garage Level".
2615
2616 The doors start to close. T-1000 clears the corner.
2617 Terminator slams John and Sarah back against the side walls as the
2618 T-1000 charges at them, rapid firing the Browning.
2619 The rounds hit the steel doors as they close.
2620 T-1000 keeps pumping them at the closing gap.
262173H Inside, they see the backside of the doors denting with the hits that
2622 are punching holes in the other side.
2623
262473I The Browning locks open, empty. T-1000 drops it without a glance
2625 back. The doors close. K-WHAM! The T-1000 hits them a split second
2626 later. The elevator hasn't moved yet. SSWWIKK!
2627
262873J A sword-like blade rams through in between the doors, forcing them
2629 open. Terminator jams the shotgun through the widening gap. Punches
2630 the muzzle right INTO T-1000's face -- BOOM!!
263173K We get a glimpse of the T-1000's head blown apart by the blast. It
2632 is hurtled back. The doors close. The car descends.
2633
263473L ON THE T-1000, outside the elevator. Its head, which is blown apart
2635 into two doughy masses lying on the shoulders, reforms quickly.
2636 There is no trace of the injury. It sees the closed door and jams its
2637 hands between them, its fingertips becoming pry-bars. It pulls the
2638 doors apart with inhuman strength
263973M and LEAPS INTO THE OPEN SHAFT.
2640 It falls two floors and...
2641
264274 IN THE ELEVATOR. Out trio hears a loud THUMP on the roof.
2643 Terminator, reloading the shotgun, looks up.
2644 Sarah grabs the .45 from his waistband and aims it at the ceiling.
2645 BEAT...
2646 Then CLANGG!! a swordlike shaft punches through the ceiling and spears
2647 down four feet into the elevator car.
2648 It is inches from Sarah's face.
2649 She opens fire, BAM-BAM-BAM -- right through the roof.
2650 Lighting-fast the lance withdraws and thrusts down again, slashing
2651 Terminator's jacket, and missing John by inches.
2652 Terminator chambers a round and K-BOOM! the 12-guage opens a hole in
2653 the ceiling.
2654 Terminator rocks out in a fury of firing/cocking/firing as the metal
2655 shafts slash down again and again. Sarah yells in pain as one of them
2656 slices open her upper arm.
2657
265875 The doors open. Sarah pulls John out as soon as the gap is wide
2659 enough.
2660 They emerge into the basement. We see the Harley parked nearby.
2661
2662 Terminator, in a rearguard action, fires another blast through the
2663 ceiling and runs out. He throws his leg over the Harley, kicks it to
2664 life with one powerful stroke and then whips something out of the
2665 inner pocket of his jacket. He throws it to John. A road flare!?
2666
266776 In the elevator, the T-1000 has bashed a hole in the ceiling big
2668 enough to...
2669 Pour itself through.
2670 A massive blob of mercury extrudes from the opening. The mass drops
2671 through the hole, down out of frame, then comes back up into frame
2672 as Officer X.
2673
2674 It seems to need just a second to get its mental act together after
2675 doing this king of taffy-pull with itself. It opens its eyes and
2676 sees --
2677
267877 TERMINATOR, the shot gun held in his teeth, astride the roaring
2679 Harley twenty feet away. Terminator twists the throttle and pops the
2680 clutch.
2681 The back tire screams on the concrete. The front wheel lifts off the
2682 ground and the heavy bike launches in a thundering wheelie.
2683
2684 Terminator gets off just before the bike hurtles into the elevator.
2685 The Harley slams the T-1000 square and smashes it right through the
2686 back wall of the elevator.
2687 Terminator rolls to his feet.
2688 Johns strikes the flare on the concrete. Tosses it.
2689 Terminator catches the life flare with one hand.
2690 Levels the shotgun with the other.
2691 With his last round he blows a big hole in the bike's gas tank.
2692 Gas splashes everywhere, covering the struggling T-1000.
2693 Terminator tosses the flare. KA-VOOOM!
2694
2695 The explosion knocks Terminator backward off his feet, enveloping him
2696 in the fireball. He gets up, smoking, and runs after John and Sarah
2697 toward the exit ramp.
2698
269978 AT THE EXIT RAMP. They are partway up when a blue-and-white hospital
2700 security car comes screeching down the other way.
2701 Without breaking stride Sarah runs right at the car. It skids to a
2702 shrieking halt. She's in the guy's face with the .45 in both hands.
2703
2704 SARAH
2705 Out of the car!!
2706
2707 The patrol guy is thinking what he can try when BLAM! she puts a round
2708 through the glass next to his head.
2709
2710 SARAH
2711 RIGHT NOW!
2712
2713 The door opens and the guy is coming out with his hands up as
2714 Terminator arrives. The cyborg flings the rent-a-cop out of the way
2715 and slides behind the wheel. Sarah gets John into the back seat and
2716 dives into the front passenger seat as --
2717
271878A Terminator slams the car into reverse and punches it, lighting up the
2719 tires on the slick ramp.
2720 Terminator hands the shotgun over his shoulder to John and tells him
2721 to reload. John pulls some shells from the pocket of his army jacket
2722 and starts feeding them in.
2723 Terminator power backward up the ramp, scraping along one wall, barely
2724 in control. Because...
2725
272679 The T-1000 is running at them out of the inferno below.
2727 This guy won't quit. Shifting from chrome mode to cop-form as it
2728 runs.
2729 It sprints up the ramp after the retreating car. T-1000 is gaining.
2730
273180 Terminator hands Sarah another magazine for the .45. She snatches
2732 it, drops the other out, and slaps in the new one. Cocks the slide.
2733 The car backs along the service driveway toward the security gate.
2734 John hands the shot gun back to Terminator.
2735 He leans out the window and takes aim at the pursuer.
2736 The T-1000's face is right in the headlights.
273780A Terminator fires, blowing a hole in its shoulder. Shiny liquid metal
2738 visible in the hole, which then closes.
273980B Sarah, half out the passenger window, opens fire.
2740 The car crashes backward through the security barricade.
2741
2742 TERMINATOR
2743 (calmly)
2744 Hang on.
2745
2746 He cuts the wheel hard. The car slews into a reverse 180, swapping
2747 ends with a screech.
2748 T-1000 is almost on them.
2749 Terminator punches it. The car accelerates forward.
2750
275180C T-1000 leaps. Lands on the trunk.
2752 Its hand is a metal crowbar slammed down through the trunk lid.
2753 Feet dragging on the pavement, it slams its other hand down,
2754 punching another metal hook into the trunk lid, pulling itself up.
2755 Terminator turns to Sarah.
2756
2757 TERMINATOR
2758 Drive.
2759
2760 Terminator heaves himself half out the driver's window. Sarah slaps
2761 her foot down on the throttle and steers from the passenger side.
2762
276380D T-1000, fully on the car now, holds on with one hook-hand while it
2764 slams the other into the back window, sweeping away the glass and
2765 missing John by inches as he ducks.
2766 It draws back for another swing, lunging forward as --
2767
276880E Terminator whips the shotgun over the roof of the car.
2769 Fires point-blank.
2770 Hits the T-1000's arm just above the "hand" which anchors it to the
2771 car. The 12-guage blows the arm apart, severing the hook-hand.
2772
277380F T-1000 tumbles backward off the accelerating car.
2774 John looks out the back window, his eyes wide.
2775 He sees the T-1000 roll to his feet and continue running.
2776 But he's dropping way behind now. Sarah has the car floored and the
2777 liquid-metal killer won't catch them on foot.
2778
277980G John watches, in awe, as the "crowbar hand", stuck into the trunk
2780 right in front of him, reverts to the neutral polyalloy... a kind of
2781 think mercury. The gray metal slides off the trunk of the car and
2782 falls onto the road to lie there in a quivering blob.
2783
278480H The car speeds off into the night.
2785 REVERSE on the T-1000, walking now, coming right up into closeup,
2786 watching the tail lights recede. It looks down.
2787
278880I ANGLE ON BLACKTOP, tight on the liquid metal blob. Next to it is the
2789 T-1000's shiny cop shoe. The mercury blob crawls and rejoins the
2790 main mass, disappearing into the "shoe".
2791
279281 INT./EXT. SECURITY CAR
2793
2794 A GHOST CAR blasts out of the darkness on a long stretch of moonlight
2795 highway. Headlights off, the hospital security car punches a hole in
2796 the wind.
2797
279881A INSIDE THE SPEEDING CAR the energy is still high. The air is blowing
2799 in the shattered windows as Terminator drives the car easily by
2800 electronic night-vision. His eyes glow faintly red.
2801
2802 JOHN
2803 Can you see anything?
2804
280581B TERMINATOR'S POV. A monochrome image of the highway lit bright as
2806 day.
2807
280881C Terminator replies in a matter-of-fact tone.
2809
2810 TERMINATOR
2811 Everything.
2812
2813 JOHN
2814 Cool.
2815
2816 Sarah looks at Terminator, still not quite believing this is
2817 happening. But this is a different Sarah than the waitress of 1984.
2818 She spends only a second or two dealing with the unbelievable.
2819 Then she turns to John in the back seat.
2820
2821 SARAH
2822 You okay?
2823
2824 He nods. She reaches for John and we think she's going to hug him.
2825 She starts to rub her hands over him and we realize she's checking for
2826 injuries, very clinically the way a vet checks a dog for broken bones.
2827
2828 He pulls away from her. He hates her always checking him, treating
2829 him like he might break, like some piece of rare china.
2830
2831 JOHN
2832 I said I was okay.
2833
2834 Sarah looks at him, exasperated and stern.
2835
2836 SARAH
2837 It was stupid of you to go there.
2838
2839 John stares at her, surprised.
2840
2841 SARAH
2842 Goddamnit, John, you have to be smarter than
2843 that. You're too important! You can't risk
2844 yourself, not even for me, do you understand?
2845 I can take care of myself. I was doing fine.
2846 Jesus, John. You almost got yourself killed.
2847
2848 We see his chin quiver. He's a tough kid, but all he really wants is
2849 for her to love him. He hasn't had enough years on the planet yet to
2850 be the man of steel she demands.
2851
2852 JOHN
2853 I... had to get you out of the place... I'm
2854 sorry, I...
2855
2856 His face crumples. He starts to cry. Sarah gives him a cold stare.
2857
2858 SARAH
2859 Stop it! Right now! You can't cry, John.
2860 Other kids can afford to cry. You can't.
2861
2862 He's trying to be brave, he really is. Terminator turns and sees the
2863 water leaking from his eyes. It doesn't make and sense to him.
2864
2865 TERMINATOR
2866 What is wrong with your eyes?
2867
2868 John turns away, ashamed. Sarah lets her breath out, realizing how
2869 keyed up she is. She turns to Terminator, giving him a wary once-
2870 over.
2871
2872 SARAH
2873 So what's your story?
2874
2875 CUT TO:
2876
287782 EXT. MENTAL HOSPITAL
2878
2879 The cops have shown up, as they always do. There are black-and-whites
2880 everywhere, and ambulances are arriving. Two cops and an orderly are
2881 required to subdue poor Doctor Silberman, who is raving at the top of
2882 his lungs.
2883
2884 SILBERMAN
2885 ... it was all true and we're all going to die
2886 and the changed, I saw him change!!
2887
2888 It's quite pathetic.
2889 A nurse shoots him up with a sedative. They lead him away.
2890
289182A T-1000 walks unperturbed among the milling cops. No one notices him.
2892 It slips into its cruiser and drives off into the night.
2893
289483 INT. CAR
2895
2896 Terminator drives steadily into the black night.
2897
2898 SARAH
2899 This T-1000... what happens when you shoot it?
2900
2901 TERMINATOR
2902 Ballistic penetration shocks it, but only for a
2903 few seconds.
2904
2905 Sarah thinks about that. Then:
2906
2907 SARAH
2908 Can it be destroyed?
2909
2910 TERMINATOR
2911 Unknown.
2912
2913 They ride along in silence for a few seconds.
2914 Sarah sees something up ahead, some lonely neon in the blackness.
2915
2916 SARAH
2917 Pull in here. We have to ditch this car.
2918
291984 EXT. SERVICE STATION - NIGHT
2920
2921 A rundown gas station with a buzzing neon sign and no one around.
2922 They pull into the drive and slowly cruise past the empty office. A
2923 sign in the window says CLOSED SUNDAYS. They continue around the
2924 building to the garage's back door.
2925
2926 AT THE GARAGE DOOR. Terminator breaks the lock on the roll-up door
2927 and raises it. Sarah pulls the security car in out of sight.
2928 Terminator rolls the door down behind them.
2929
293085 INT. GAS STATION
2931
2932 Dark. Sarah switches on the single drop-light. She and Terminator
2933 look at each other. Terminator is shot-up and bleeding, and Sarah
2934 has a vicious slash in her upper arm which was soaked her sleeve with
2935 blood.
2936
2937 SARAH
2938 You look like handmade shit.
2939
2940 TERMINATOR
2941 So do you.
2942
2943 CUT TO:
2944
294586 TIGHT ON FIRST-AID KIT from the office, plus some not-so-oily rags, a
2946 bottle of rubbing alcohol, a few small tools, and other makeshift
2947 odds and ends. Terminator's hand comes into shot. Sets down a bloody
2948 rag. Picks up a clean one.
2949
2950 WIDER. Sarah sits on an empty crate. Terminator's is beside her,
2951 suturing her wound with some fine wire from the winding of an
2952 alternator. Using a pair of needlenose pliers he draws the wire
2953 through her pale skin with a delicate hand.
2954
2955 TERMINATOR
2956 I have detailed files on human anatomy.
2957
2958 Sarah stares into his face, inches away, fighting the pain. She
2959 doesn't like him being this close to her to begin with, let alone
2960 carving on her.
2961
2962 SARAH
2963 I'll bet. Makes you a more efficient killer,
2964 right?
2965
2966 TERMINATOR
2967 Correct.
2968
2969 CUT TO:
2970
297187 TIGHT ON TERMINATOR'S BACK. The leather jacket is riddled with bullet
2972 holes. Sarah and John help pull it off, revealing Terminator's
2973 broad, muscular back beneath.
2974
2975 WIDER. John and Sarah stare in amazement. There are at least twenty
2976 bullet holes in him. Back. Arms. Legs. Fortunately they're all
2977 9mm. The holes are small and the damage cosmetic.
2978
2979 JOHN
2980 Does it hurt?
2981
2982 TERMINATOR
2983 I sense injuries. The data could be called
2984 pain.
2985
2986 TIGHT ON SARAH AND TERMINATOR. Sarah starts washing the bullet holes
2987 in his broad back with alcohol.
2988
2989 SARAH
2990 Will these heal up?
2991
2992 Terminator nods. She reaches into the bloody wounds with pliers and
2993 finds the copper-jacketed bullets, flattening against the armored
2994 endoskeleton. Pulls them out. They CLINK one by one into a glass.
2995
2996 SARAH
2997 That's good. Because if you can't pass for
2998 human, you won't be much good to us.
2999
3000 She concentrates on removing the slugs. CLINK. CLINK.
3001
3002 JOHN
3003 How long do you live? I mean, last?
3004
3005 TERMINATOR
3006 A hundred and twenty years on my existing
3007 power cell.
3008
3009 Sarah nods, pulling out another slug. CLINK. The glass nearly full
3010 of flattened bullets. She begins to sew the holes closed with a few
3011 wire sutures. John watches in quiet amazement, the two warriors
3012 calmly fixing each other.
3013
3014 JOHN
3015 Can you learn? So you can be... you know.
3016 More human. Not such a dork all the time.
3017
3018 Terminator turns towards him.
3019
3020 TERMINATOR
3021 My CPU is a neural-net processor... a learning
3022 computer. But Skynet presets the switch to
3023 "read-only" when we are sent out alone.
3024
3025 SARAH
3026 (cynical)
3027 Doesn't want you thinking too much, huh?
3028
3029 TERMINATOR
3030 No.
3031
3032 JOHN
3033 Can we reset the switch?
3034
3035 CUT TO:
3036
303788 E.C.U. OF AN X-ACTO KNIFE cutting into Terminator's scalp at the base
3038 of his skull. His voice calmly directs Sarah as she spreads the bloody
3039 incision and locates the maintenance port for the CPU in the chrome
3040 skull beneath.
3041
3042 TERMINATOR
3043 Now open the port cover.
3044
3045 She wipes away the blood and uses the garage-mechanic's air tools to
3046 unscrew the port cover.
3047
304888A TERMINATOR POV (DIGITIZED) as he watches her work in a mirror they've
3049 taken from the washroom. Sarah and John are standing behind him.
3050 Her hands are covered with blood, like a surgeon's.
3051
3052 TERMINATOR
3053 Hold the CPU by its base tab. Pull.
3054
3055 Following the instructions, she reaches in with a pair of tweezers and
3056 PULLS -- there is a BURST OF STATIC and the screen goes BLACK.
3057
3058 CUT TO:
3059
306089 TIGHT ON JOHN AND SARAH looking at what she has removed. A reddish-
3061 brown ceramic rectangle with a connector on one end. About the size
3062 and shape of a domino. On close inspection it appears to be made up
3063 of small cubes connected together. It is identical to the shattered
3064 one in the vault at Cyberdyne Systems. Now we know it is that that
3065 Miles Dyson values so highly. The brain of a terminator.
3066
306789A WIDER. John walks around Terminator and looks at his face.
3068 Eyes open, he is completely inert. Dead.
3069
3070 John lifts his huge hand. The dead servos whine sullenly as he forces
3071 them. It's like rigor mortis. He releases the hand and it stays in
3072 the lifted position. Sarah examines the CPU chip.
3073
3074 JOHN
3075 Can you see the pin switch?
3076
3077 She ignores him. See looks at Terminator.
3078 The back at the chip.
3079 Then she sets it on the work table and picks up a small sledge hammer.
3080 John realizes what she is about to do. Dives at her as the sledge is
3081 whistling down.
3082
3083 JOHN
3084 No!!!!
3085
3086 He slaps his hand down over the chip.
3087 Sarah barely stops the sledge before smashing his fingers.
3088
3089 SARAH
3090 Out of the way, John!
3091
3092 JOHN
3093 No! Don't kill him!
3094
3095 SARAH
3096 It, John. Not him. It.
3097
3098 JOHN
3099 Alright, it! We need it!
3100
3101 John keeps his hand right where it is.
3102
3103 SARAH
3104 We're better off by ourselves.
3105
3106 JOHN
3107 But it's the only proof we have to the future...
3108 about the war and all that.
3109
3110 SARAH
3111 I don't trust it! These things are hard to
3112 kill, John, believe me, I know. We may never
3113 have this opportunity again.
3114
3115 JOHN
3116 Look, Mom, if I'm supposed to ever be this great
3117 leader, you should start listening to my
3118 leadership ideas once in a while. 'Cause if you
3119 won't, nobody else will.
3120
3121 Smart kid. He's got her. She nods, reluctantly. He palms the chip
3122 and studies it minutely.
3123
312489B John takes a pin and moves the almost invisible switch to the other
3125 position.
3126 It is now in "write" mode. Then he grimaces as he inserts the wafer
3127 back into the slot in Terminator's skull.
3128
312989C TERMINATOR VISION flares back to life in a burst of static. The image
3130 forms. Sarah and John stands behind him in the mirror.
3131
3132 TERMINATOR
3133 Was there a problem?
3134
3135 John glances sheepishly at Sarah, Then smiles at Terminator.
3136
3137 JOHN
3138 No problem. None whatsoever.
3139
3140 CUT TO:
3141
314290 JOHN SLEEPING, lying on a pile of rags next to a stack of tires.
3143 The lights are off. Sarah sits nearby, cross-legged, he back against
3144 the wall.
3145 The .45 is cradles in her lap. She looks weary, but she won't allow
3146 herself to sleep with Terminator present.
3147
3148 By the office windows, in a slash of moonlight, is Terminator. He
3149 stands silent and still, watching the night. Only his eyes move,
3150 tracking with the occasional car passing on the road. He figure
3151 silhouetted and still.
3152
3153 DISSOLVE TO:
3154
315591 SAME IMAGE. Now DAYLIGHT streams in the dusty windows.
3156 Terminator has not moved. Faithful machine sentinel. He turns at a
3157 sound. John stirs, waking up. He squints into the sunlight. Sarah
3158 is still awake. She gets up, wincing at the pain in her arm.
3159
3160 CUT TO:
3161
316292 EXT. GAS STATION - DAY (LATER)
3163
3164 John and Terminator walks to an old Chevy pickup parked behind the
3165 garage. The day is clear but windy. Dust devils chase themselves
3166 behind the place. The pickup is locked but Terminator breaks the side
3167 window with his fist and opens the door. He and John climb in.
3168
316992A IN THE PICKUP. Terminator has this trick (which you could do too if
3170 you had servo-driven steel fingers) where he smashes the cowl around
3171 a steering column with one blow from the palm of his hand. When it
3172 shatters he strips it away with a single move, and then turns the stub
3173 of the lock-mechanism with his fingertips. This starts the vehicle.
3174 It takes about three seconds.
3175
3176 In fact, he does it so quickly, the truck is running by the time John
3177 flips down the sun visor. A set of keys drops out and John catches
3178 them. Dangles them in front of Terminator's eyes.
3179
3180 JOHN
3181 Are we learning yet?
3182
318392B Sarah comes out. She's found a mechanic's coverall inside, used but
3184 fairly clean. It doesn't fit her too well, but it's better than the
3185 stuff from the hospital. She's still barefoot.
3186 The sun, which she hasn't seen in months, hurts her eyes,
3187 Terminator and John pull up in the pickup. She gets in.
3188
318992C TERMINATOR
3190 We need to get as far from the city as possible.
3191
3192 SARAH
3193 Just head south.
3194
3195 CUT TO:
3196
319793 INT./EXT. PICKUP TRUCK/HIGHWAY - DAY
3198
3199 THE OPEN ROAD. The pickup roars through light traffic down a long
3200 stretch of highway. They set three abreast on the bench seat, John
3201 in between, like some improbable family on a car trip.
3202 Sarah leans over to get a look at the speedometer.
3203
3204 SARAH
3205 Keep it under sixty-five. We can't afford to
3206 be pulled over.
3207
3208 Terminator backs off the throttle slightly.
3209
3210 TERMINATOR
3211 Affirmative.
3212
3213 JOHN
3214 No, no, no. You gotta listen to the way people
3215 talk. See, you don't say like "Affirmative" or
3216 some shit like that. You say... no problemo.
3217
3218 Terminator nods, filing away the information. Sarah is ignoring the
3219 lesson, lost in thought.
3220
3221 JOHN
3222 It someone comes off to you with an attitude,
3223 you say "eat me"... if you wanna shine them on,
3224 it's "Hasta la vista, baby".
3225
3226 TERMINATOR
3227 "Hasta la vista, baby"?
3228
3229 JOHN
3230 Yeah, or "later, dickwad." Or if someone gets
3231 upset you say "chill out." Like that. Or you
3232 can do combinations.
3233
3234 TERMINATOR
3235 Chill out, dickwad.
3236
3237 JOHN
3238 That's great! See, you're getting it.
3239
3240 TERMINATOR
3241 No problemo.
3242
3243 CUT TO:
3244
324594-95 OMITTED
3246
324796 EXT. ROADSIDE STAND/GAS STATION - DAY
3248
3249 There's a gas pump and a sleazy fast-food stand. Picnic tables are
3250 set up at the side of the food stand. A family sits at one, children
3251 playing and running about.
325296A The pickup truck pulls into the lot. Stops at the gas pump.
3253 Sarah turns to John.
3254
3255 SARAH
3256 You got any cash?
3257
3258 John pulls what's left of his Ready-Teller money from his pocket.
3259
3260 JOHN
3261 Only a couple hundred bucks. I'll give you
3262 half.
3263
3264 Sarah grabs all of it. Peels off a twenty, hands it to John.
3265
3266 SARAH
3267 Get some food.
3268
3269 She opens the truck door and steps out. John turns to Terminator.
3270
3271 JOHN
3272 No sense of humor.
3273
327497 THE ORDERING WINDOW as John and Terminator approach.
3275
3276 JOHN
3277 And that's another thing. You could lighten up
3278 a bit, yourself. This severe routine is getting
3279 old. Smile once in a while.
3280
3281 TERMINATOR
3282 Smile?
3283
3284 JOHN
3285 Yeah. Smile. You know. People smile, right?
3286 Watch.
3287
3288 Goes to the order window.
3289
3290 JOHN
3291 (smiling broadly)
3292 Hi. Nice place you got here. How's business?
3293
3294 WINDOW WOMAN
3295 (stone-faced)
3296 Gimme a break.
3297
3298 JOHN
3299 (to Terminator)
3300 Okay. Bad example. Over there, look.
3301
3302 John points at THREE TEENAGE GUYS standing at a drinking fountain
3303 nearby. One of them has said something funny and the others are
3304 laughing, grinning.
3305
3306 JOHN
3307 Like that.
3308
3309 TERMINATOR POV (DIGITIZED) The real-time image continues while a
3310 replay of one of the guys grinning runs in a window. It expands, so
3311 that the guy's mouth fills the window. Replays again in slow motion.
3312 A vector-graphic of the lips smiling appears, along with an array of
3313 symbolic data.
3314
3315 Terminator tries it. The result is dismal. A rictus-like curling of
3316 the lip. Terminator's next effort is a marginal improvement.
3317
3318 JOHN
3319 I don't know, maybe you could practice in front
3320 of a mirror or something.
3321
3322 CUT TO:
3323
332498 EXT. REST STOP/PICKUP TRUCK - DAY (LATER)
3325
3326 Sarah and John are eating cheeseburgers and fries, sitting in the
3327 truck and on the curb respectively. They are parked away from the
3328 other families, at the end of the gravel parking area. Terminator
3329 is pouring coolant into the radiator. Sarah is deep in through,
3330 turning and turning the whole thing in her brain. John, unable to
3331 deal with her silence, goes around to where Terminator is working.
3332
333398A John sees two kids playing with machine-gun water pistols nearby,
3334 viciously squirting each other.
3335
3336 FIRST KID
3337 You're dead!
3338
3339 SECOND KID
3340 Am not!
3341
3342 FIRST KID
3343 Are so!
3344
3345 John and Terminator watch them rolling on the ground in a fight to the
3346 death. Sarah rounds the front of the truck, and sees the kids. John
3347 sighs, solemn. He looks up at the cyborg.
3348
3349 JOHN
3350 We're not gonna make it, are we? People, I
3351 mean.
3352
3353 TERMINATOR
3354 It is in your nature to destroy yourselves.
3355
3356 John nods, depressed.
3357
3358 JOHN
3359 Yeah. Drag, huh?
3360
3361 SARAH
3362 I need to know how Skynet get built. Who's
3363 responsible?
3364
3365 TERMINATOR
3366 The man most directly responsible is Miles Bennet
3367 Dyson, Director of Special Projects at
3368 Cyberdyne Systems Corporation.
3369
3370 SARAH
3371 Why him?
3372
3373 TERMINATOR
3374 In a few months he creates a revolutionary
3375 type of mircoprocessor.
3376
3377 SARAH
3378 Then what?
3379
338098B Terminator closes the hood and gets into the truck as he speaks.
3381
3382 TERMINATOR
3383 In three years Cyberdyne will become the largest
3384 supplier of military computer systems. All
3385 stealth bombers are upgraded with Cyberdyne
3386 computers, becoming fully unmanned, Afterward,
3387 the fly with a perfect operational record.
3388
3389 SARAH
3390 (getting behind John)
3391 Uh huh, great. Then those fat fucks in
3392 Washington figure, what the hell, let a computer
3393 run the whole show, right?
3394
3395 TERMINATOR
3396 Basically.
3397 (starting the engine, backing
3398 out)
3399 The Skynet funding bill is passed. The system
3400 goes on-line August 4th, 1997. Human decisions
3401 are removed from strategic defense. Skynet
3402 begins to learn, at a geometric rate. It becomes
3403 self-aware at 2:14 a.m. eastern time, August 29.
3404 In a panic, they try to pull the plug.
3405
3406 SARAH
3407 And Skynet fights back.
3408
3409 They accelerate back onto the highway.
3410
3411 TERMINATOR
3412 Yes. It launches its ICBMs against their
3413 targets in Russia.
3414
3415 SARAH
3416 Why attack Russia?
3417
3418 TERMINATOR
3419 Because Skynet knows the Russian counter-strike
3420 will remove its enemies here.
3421
3422 SARAH
3423 Jesus.
3424 (beat, then)
3425 How much do you know about Dyson?
3426
3427 TERMINATOR
3428 I have detailed files.
3429
3430 SARAH
3431 I want to know everything. What he looks like.
3432 Where he lives. Everything.
3433
343499 INT. DYSON HOUSE - DAY
3435
3436 Miles Dyson sits at the huge desk in his study. He is deep in
3437 thought, tapping away at the keyboard of his home computer terminal.
3438 Next to desk are racks of sophisticated gear. On a Sunday morning,
3439 when most men are relaxing, spending time with their families, Dyson
3440 is hard at work.
3441
3442 IN A PROFILE CLOSEUP we see him in deep concentration, his mind
3443 prowling the labyrinth of his new microprocessor.
3444
3445 A WOMAN'S FACE ENTERS FRAME soundlessly behind him. He doesn't hear
3446 her. His wife, TARISSA, extends her tongue and traces it down the
3447 back of his neck. He smiles and turns to kiss her good morning.
3448 She's still in her bathrobe, holding coffee. He's been up for hours.
3449 He turns and goes back to work, forgetting instantly that she is
3450 standing there.
3451
3452 She watches him work, the arcane symbols moving across the screen.
3453 We see her frustration, her inability to truly enter the magic box
3454 of his world.
3455
3456 TARISSA
3457 You going to work all day?
3458
3459 DYSON
3460 I'm sorry, baby. This thing is just kicking my
3461 ass. I thought we had it with this one...
3462
3463 He points to a metal box on his desk, about two feet long. As
3464 assembly of small cubes. It looks like a dinosaur version of
3465 Terminator's CPU.
3466
3467 DYSON
3468 ... but the output went to shit after three
3469 seconds. I'm thinking now it's the way I'm
3470 matrixing the command hierarchies...
3471
3472 TARISSA
3473 You need a break. You'll see it clear when you
3474 come back.
3475
3476 DYSON
3477 I can't
3478
3479 TARISSA
3480 Miles, it's Sunday. You promised to take the
3481 kids to Raging Waters today.
3482
3483 DYSON
3484 Oh. I can't, honey. I'm on a roll here.
3485
3486 He takes her hands. We see a childlike excitement in his face. He
3487 wants so badly to share the almost orgasmic thrill of discovery,
3488 the satisfaction of creation.
3489
3490 DYSON
3491 Baby, this thing is going to blow 'em all away.
3492 It's a neural-net process --
3493
3494 TARISSA
3495 I know. You told me. It's a neural-net
3496 processor. It thinks and learns like we do.
3497 It's superconducting at room temperature.
3498 Other computer are pocket calculators by
3499 comparison.
3500 (she pulls away from him)
3501 But why is that so goddamn important, Miles?
3502 I really need to know, 'cause I feel like I'm
3503 going crazy here, sometimes.
3504
3505 DYSON
3506 I'm sorry, honey, it's just that I'm thiiis
3507 close.
3508
3509 He holds up his thumb and index finger... a fraction of an inch apart.
3510 She picks up the prototype. It doesn't look like much.
3511
3512 DYSON
3513 Imagine a jetline with a pilot that never makes
3514 a mistake, never gets tired, never shows up to
3515 work with a hangover.
3516 (he taps the prototype)
3517 Meet the pilot.
3518
3519 TARISSA
3520 Why did you marry me, Miles? Why did we have
3521 these two children? You don't need us. Your
3522 heart and your mind are in here.
3523 (she stares at the metal box
3524 in her hands)
3525 But it doesn't love you like we do.
3526
3527 He takes the anodized box from her hands and sets it down. Then he
3528 puts his hands on her shoulders and kisses her gently. She acquiesces
3529 to his kiss.
3530
3531 DYSON
3532 I'm sorry.
3533
3534 Tarissa glances over his shoulder. She nods her head toward the
3535 doorway to the study. Dyson turns and sees their two kids standing
3536 there. Danny (6) and Blythe (4) look rumpled and adorable in their
3537 PJs. Dyson wilts at their hopeful expressions.
3538
3539 TARISSA
3540 How about spending some time with your other
3541 babies?
3542
3543 Dyson grins. The forces of darkness have lost this round. He holds
3544 out his hands and his kids run to him, cheering.
3545
3546 CUT TO:
3547
3548A100 EXT. DESERT/COMPOUND - DAY
3549
3550 The desert northwest of Calexico. Burning under the sun like a
3551 hallucination. Heat shimmers the image, mirage-like.
3552 Terminator turns the pickup off the paved road and barrels along a
3553 roadbed a sand and gravel, trailing a huge plume of dust.
3554 A sign at the turnoff says: CHARON MESA 2 MI
3555 CALEXICO 15 MI
3556
3557A101 AHEAD is a pathetic oasis of humanity in the vast wasteland, a couple
3558 of aging house-trailers, surrounded by assorted junk vehicles and
3559 desert-style trash. There is a dirt airstrip behind the trailers, and
3560 a stripped Huey helicopter sitting on block nearby.
3561
3562 The truck rolls to a stop in a cloud of dust. The place looks
3563 deserted. The door to the nearest trailer bangs in the wind.
3564
3565 SARAH
3566 (to Terminator and John)
3567 Stay in the truck.
3568
3569A102 ANGLE FROM INSIDE ANOTHER TRAILER, NEARBY.
3570 A DARK FIGURE in the F.G. has an AK-47 trained on the pickup as
3571 Sarah gets out.
3572
3573 ON SARAH peering through the backlit dust.
3574 The sound of wind. She approaches the trailer.
3575
3576 SARAH
3577 (in Spanish)
3578 Enrique? You here?
3579
3580 She hears KACHANK! behind her and spins, whipping out her .45 in one
3581 motion.
3582
3583 ENRIQUE SALCEDA stands behind a rusting jeep, a 12-gauge pump trained
3584 on her. He is mid-forties, a tough Guatemalan with a weathered face
3585 and heavy mustache. He wears cowboy boots and a flak vest, no shirt.
3586
3587 SALCEDA
3588 You pretty jumpy, Connor.
3589
3590 His fierce face breaks into a broad grin. The shotgun drops to his
3591 side as he walks toward her. When he reaches her he hugs her, then
3592 steps back.
3593
3594 SALCEDA
3595 (in Spanish)
3596 Good to see you, Connor. I knew you'd make it
3597 back here sooner or later.
3598
3599 He grins at John as he steps from the truck, and then clocks
3600 Terminator getting out.
3601
3602 SALCEDA
3603 Oye, Big John! Que pasa? Who's your very large
3604 friend?
3605
3606 JOHN
3607 (perfect Spanish)
3608 He's cool, Enrique. He's... uh... this is my
3609 Uncle Bob.
3610 (to Terminator, in English)
3611 Uncle Bob, this is Enrique.
3612
3613 Terminator smiles. Sort of. Salceda squints at him,
3614
3615 SALCEDA
3616 Hmmm. Uncle Bob, huh? Okay.
3617 (yelling)
3618 Yolanda. Get out here, we got company. And
3619 bring some fucking tequila!
3620
3621 A thin Guatemalan KID, FRANCO, eighteen or so, comes out of the
3622 trailer with the AK-47, followed by Salceda's wife, YOLANDA. She has
3623 THREE younger children with her, from a five-year-old GIRL, JUANITA,
3624 to a year-and-half-old BOY. She waves at John. They exchange
3625 greetings in Spanish. They seem like nice people.
3626 Terminator looks down at John, next to him. He says quietly...
3627
3628 TERMINATOR
3629 Uncle Bob?
3630
3631 SALCEDA
3632 (to Sarah)
3633 So, Sarahlita, you getting famous, you know
3634 that? All over the goddamn TV.
3635
3636 Salceda rips the cap off the tequila bottle. The two-year-old toddles
3637 to Terminator and grabs his pants, sliming them with drool.
3638 Terminator looks down at the tiny kid, fascinated. What is it?
3639 He picks up the child with one huge hand. Looks at it. Turns it
3640 different ways. Studying it. Then sets it down. The kid waddles
3641 off, a little dizzy.
3642
3643 SALCEDA
3644 Honey, take Pacolito. Thanks, baby.
3645
3646 She hands him the tequila and takes the child. Salceda takes a long
3647 pull from the Cuervo bottle.
3648
3649 SALCEDA
3650 (to Terminator)
3651 Drink?
3652
3653 Terminator gestures "no" at the proffered bottle, but Sarah grabs it
3654 and takes a long pull. She lowers it without expression. Her eyes
3655 don't even water.
3656
3657 SARAH
3658 I just came for my stuff. And I need clothes,
3659 food, and one of your trucks.
3660
3661 SALCEDA
3662 (grinning)
3663 Hey, how about the fillings out of my fucking
3664 teeth while you're at it?
3665
3666 SARAH
3667 Now, Enrique.
3668 (turns to Terminator and John)
3669 You two are on weapons detail.
3670
3671 CUT TO:
3672
3673A103 EXT. COMPOUND/BEHIND THE TRAILERS
3674
3675 There is an aging and rusted Caterpillar sitting behind one of the
3676 trailers. John expertly backs it toward Terminator who is holding
3677 one end of a piece of heavy chain which disappears into the sand.
3678
3679 JOHN
3680 Hook it on.
3681
3682 Terminator hooks the chain onto the towhook on the back of the
3683 tractor. John hits the throttle and the Cat churns its treads,
3684 pulling some massive load. A six-by-eight foot sheet of steel plate
3685 moves slowly under six inches of sand.
3686
3687 John drags it far enough to reveal... a rectangular hole in the
3688 ground. Like the mouth of a tomb. The kid drops down from the
3689 tractor and walks to the hole.
3690
3691 JOHN
3692 One thing about my mom... she always plans
3693 ahead.
3694
3695A104 INT. WEAPONS CACHE
3696
3697 From inside the "tomb". Sunlight slashes down into a cinder-block
3698 room, less than six feet wide but over twenty long. Sand spills down
3699 the steps. The walls are lined with guns.
3700
3701 John precedes Terminator into Sarah's weapons cache. Rifles, pistols,
3702 rocket launchers, mortars, RPGs, radio gear. At the far end, boxes
3703 containing ammo, grenades, etc. are stacked to the ceiling.
3704 Terminator gets real alert. Scanning, wondering where to begin. He
3705 picks up a MAC-10 machine pistol. Racks the bolt.
3706
3707 TERMINATOR
3708 Excellent.
3709
3710 JOHN
3711 Yeah, I thought you'd like this place.
3712
3713A105 EXT. COMPOUND/NEARBY
3714
3715 Sarah emerges from a trailer. She has changed. Boots, black fatigue
3716 pants, T-shirt. Shades. She looks hard.
3717 Salceda is nearby, packing food and other survival equipment with
3718 Yolanda. He looks up as Sarah approaches, and slaps the side of a
3719 BIG FOUR-BY BRONCO next to him,
3720
3721 SALCEDA
3722 This is the best truck, but the water pump is
3723 blown. You got the time to change it out?
3724
3725 SARAH
3726 Yeah. I'm gonna wait till dark to cross the
3727 border.
3728 (she pulls him away from
3729 Yolanda)
3730 Enrique, it's dangerous for you here. You get
3731 out tonight, too, okay?
3732
3733 SALCEDA
3734 Yeah, Saralita. Sure.
3735 (he grins)
3736 Just drop by any time and totally fuck up my
3737 life.
3738
3739 She slaps him on the shoulder.
3740
3741 CUT TO:
3742
3743A106 INT. WEAPONS CACHE
3744
3745 Terminator returns from carrying out several cases of ammo. John is
3746 selecting rifles from a long rack.
3747
3748 JOHN
3749 See, I grew up in places like this, so I just
3750 thought it was how people lived... riding
3751 around in helicopters. Learning how to blow
3752 shit up.
3753
3754 John grabs an AK-47 and racks the bolt with a practiced action.
3755 Inspects the receiver for wear. Doesn't like what he sees. Puts is
3756 back. His movement are efficient. Professional. Uninterested.
3757
3758 JOHN
3759 Then, when Mom got busted I got put in a
3760 regular school. The other kids were, like,
3761 into Nintendo.
3762
3763 Terminator has found a Vietnam-era "blooper" M-79 grenade launcher.
3764 A very crude but effective weapon. He opens the breech and inspects
3765 the bore.
3766
3767 JOHN
3768 Are you ever afraid?
3769
3770 Terminator pauses for a second. The thought never occurred to him.
3771 He searches him mind for the answer...
3772
3773 TERMINATOR
3774 No.
3775
3776 Terminator slings the M-79 and starts looking for the grenades.
3777
3778 JOHN
3779 Not even of dying?
3780
3781 TERMINATOR
3782 No.
3783
3784 JOHN
3785 You don't feel any emotion about it one way
3786 or the other?
3787
3788 TERMINATOR
3789 No. I have to stay functional until my mission
3790 is complete. Then it doesn't matter.
3791
3792 John is idly spinning a Sig Saur 9mm pistol on his finger... backwards
3793 and forwards like Bat Masteron.
3794
3795 JOHN
3796 Yeah. I have to stay functional too.
3797 (sing-songy)
3798 "I'm too important".
3799
3800 Terminator pulls back a canvas tarp, revealing a squat, heavy weapon
3801 with six barrels clustered in a blunt cylinder. Chain-ammo is fed
3802 from a canister sitting next to it. A G.E. MINI-GUN. The most
3803 fearsome anti-personnel weapon of the Vietnam era.
3804 Terminator hefts it. Looks at John as if to say "Can I? Please?"
3805
3806 JOHN
3807 It's definitely you.
3808
3809 CUT TO:
3810
3811A107 EXT. COMPOUND - DAY/LATER
3812
3813 Sarah and John have their weapons and supply selections laided out on
3814 two battered picnic tables for cleaning and packing. Maps, radios,
3815 documents, explosives, detonators... just the basics. Sarah is field-
3816 stripping and cleaning guns, very methodical. There is no wasted
3817 motion.
3818
3819 Not far away, John and Terminator are working on the Bronco. They're
3820 greasy up to their elbows, lying on their backs under the engine
3821 compartment, ratcheting bolts into places on the new water pump.
3822
3823 JOHN
3824 There was this one guy that was kinda cool.
3825 He taught me engines. Hold this a second. Mom
3826 screwed it up, of course. Sooner or later she'd
3827 always tell them about Judgment Day and me being
3828 this world leader and that's be all she wrote.
3829
3830 John thinks he's being causal, but his longing for some kind of
3831 parental connection is obvious.
3832
3833 TERMINATOR
3834 Torque wrench please.
3835
3836 JOHN
3837 Here. I wish I coulda met my real dad.
3838
3839 TERMINATOR
3840 You will.
3841
3842 JOHN
3843 Yeah. I guess so. My mom says when I'm, like,
3844 45, I think, I send him back through time to
3845 1984. But right now he hasn't even been born
3846 yet. Man, is messes with your head. Where's
3847 that other bolt?
3848 (Terminator hands it to him)
3849 Thanks. Mom and him were only together for one
3850 night, but she still loves him, I guess. I see
3851 her crying sometimes. She denies it totally,
3852 of course. Like she says she got something in
3853 her eye.
3854
3855 They crawl out from under the truck into the bright sunlight.
3856
3857 TERMINATOR
3858 Why do you cry?
3859
3860 JOHN
3861 You mean people? I don't know. We just cry.
3862 You know. When it hurts.
3863
3864 TERMINATOR
3865 Pain causes it?
3866
3867 JOHN
3868 Uh-unh, no, it's different... It's when there's
3869 nothing wrong with you but you hurt anyway. You
3870 get it?
3871
3872 TERMINATOR
3873 No.
3874
3875 Terminator gets into the Bronco and turns the ignition key and the
3876 engine catches with a roar.
3877
3878 JOHN
3879 Alriight!! My man!
3880
3881 TERMINATOR
3882 No problemo.
3883
3884 John grins and does a victorious thumbs up.
3885 Terminator imitates the gesture awkwardly.
3886 John laughs and makes him get out of the truck, to try the move again.
3887
3888A108 SARAH, across the compound, pauses in her work to watch John and
3889 Terminator.
3890
3891A109 SARAH'S POV... we don't hear what John and Terminator are saying. It
3892 is a soundless pantomime as John is trying to show some other gestures
3893 to the cyborg. Trying to get him to walk more casually. John walks,
3894 then Terminator tries it, then John gestures wildly, talking very
3895 fast... explaining the fundamental principles of cool. They try it
3896 again. Continued ad lib as we hear:
3897
3898 SARAH (V.O.)
3899 Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly
3900 so clear. The Terminator would never stop, it
3901 would never leave him... it would always be
3902 there. And it would never hurt him, never shout
3903 at him or get drunk and hit him, or say it
3904 couldn't spend time with him because it was too
3905 busy. And it would die to protect him. Of all
3906 the would-be fathers who came and went over the
3907 years, this thing, this machine, was the only
3908 one who measured up. In an insane world, it was
3909 the sanest choice.
3910
3911 Sarah clenches her jaw and goes grimly back to work... a strong woman
3912 made hard and cold by years of hard choices.
3913
3914 CUT TO;
3915
3916A110 EXT. ROAD - DAY
3917
3918 A police cruiser is parked off the side of a quiet, empty road on the
3919 outskirts of Los Angeles. A ribbon of traffic moves steadily by on a
3920 freeway in the distance. Nothing stirs around the cruiser except some
3921 pump-jacks sucking the earth on the hill behind it.
3922
3923A111 IN THE CRUISER. The T-1000 sits inside. John's notes and letters are
3924 spread out on the seat beside it. Sarah's voice speaks from a
3925 cassette deck. John's tapes. Her voices mixes with the static filled
3926 chatter of the radio that T-1000 monitors for any signs of its
3927 targets.
3928
3929 SARAH
3930 ... if we are ever separated, and can't make
3931 contact, go to Enrique's airstrip. I'll
3932 rendezvous with you there.
3933
3934 T-1000 whips around and rewinds the tape, replaying the last section.
3935 It then snaps up the envelope of photos we saw earlier.
3936
3937 ECU on envelope. We see the postmark: "Charon Mesa, Calif."
3938
3939 TIGHT ON T-1000 staring at the postmark on the envelope. It glances
3940 up at the sound of crunching gravel. In the rear-view it sees a BIKE
3941 COP pulling onto the shoulder behind it. The big KAWASAKI 1100 idles
3942 up next to the T-1000, still seated in the cruiser.
3943
3944 BIKE COP
3945 Howdy. I saw you pulled over here earlier.
3946 Everything okay?
3947
3948 T-1000
3949 Everything's fine. Thanks for checking.
3950 (it gets slowly out of
3951 the car)
3952 Since you're here, though, can I talk to you
3953 a second...
3954
3955 CUT TO:
3956
3957A112 EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY/MINUTES LATER
3958
3959 The T-1000 thunders along on the Kawasaki 1100, doing about a hundred
3960 and twenty. PAN WITH IT until it recedes toward the horizon.
3961
3962 CUT TO:
3963
3964A113 EXT. COMPOUND - DAY (LATE AFTERNOON)
3965
3966 Sarah sits at the picnic table. The weapons are cleaned and her work
3967 is done. She hasn't slept in twenty-four hours and she seems to have
3968 the weight of the whole world on her shoulder.
3969 She draws her knife from its belt sheath.
3970 Idly starts to carve something on the table top... the letter "N".
3971
3972A114 NOT FAR AWAY, John and Terminator are packing the Bronco for the trip.
3973
3974A115 ON SARAH, AT THE TABLE as she looks up from her carving, thinking.
3975 She watches Salceda's kids playing nearby... wrestling with a mutty
3976 dog and loving it. Sarah watches Yolanda walking her toddler by her
3977 hands. Backlit, stylized. She looks over at John. Loading guns and
3978 supplies.
3979
3980A116 ANGLE ON kids playing.
3981
3982A117 SARAH'S HEAD droops. She closes her eyes.
3983
3984A118 TIGHT ON small children playing. Different ones.
3985 Wider now, to reveal a playground in a park. Very idyllic. A dream
3986 playground, crowded with laughing children playing on swings, slides,
3987 and a jungle gym. It could be the playground we saw melted and frozen
3988 in the post-nuclear desolation of 2029. But here the grass is vibrant
3989 green and the sun is shining.
3990
3991118A Sarah, short-haired, looking drab and paramilitary, stands outside the
3992 playground. An outsider. Her fingers are hooked in a chain-link
3993 fence and she is staring through the fence at the young mothers
3994 playing with their kids. A grim-faced harbinger.
3995
3996118B Some girls play skip-rope. Their sing-song weaves through the random
3997 burbling laughter of the kids. One of the young mothers walks her
3998 two-year-old son by the hands. She is wearing a pink waitress
3999 uniform. She turns to us, laughing.
4000 It is Sarah. Beautiful. Radiant. Sarah from another life,
4001 uncontaminated by the dark future. She glances at the strange woman
4002 beyond the fence.
4003
4004118C Grim-faced Sarah presses against the fence. She starts shouting at
4005 them in SLOW MOTION. No sound comes from her mouth. She grabs the
4006 fence in frustration, shaking it. Screaming soundlessly.
4007 Waitress Sarah's smile falls. Then returns as her little boy throws
4008 some sand at her. She laughs, turns away, as if the woman at the
4009 fence were a shadow, a trick of light.
4010
4011118D-118F OMITTED
4012
4013118G THE SKY EXPLODES. The children ignite like match heads. Sarah is
4014 burning, screaming silently, everything silent and overexposed.
4015
4016118H THE BLAST WAVE HITS... devouring the cowering mothers and children.
4017 Sarah's scream merges with the howl of the wind as the shockwave rips
4018 into her, blasting her apart and she...
4019
4020119 Wakes up.
4021 All is quiet and normal. The children are still playing nearby. Less
4022 than fifteen minutes have gone by.
4023
4024 Bathed in sweat, Sarah sits hunched over the table.
4025 Every muscle is shaking. She is gasping.
4026 Sarah struggles to breathe, running her hand through her hair which is
4027 soaked with sweat, She can escape from the hospital, but she can't
4028 escape from the madness which haunts her.
4029
4030 She looks down at the words she has carved on the table, amid the
4031 scrawled hearts and bird-droppings. They are: "NO FATE."
4032 Something changes in her eyes. She slams her knife down in the table
4033 top, embedding it deeply in the words. Then gets up suddenly and
4034 we --
4035
4036 CUT TO:
4037
4038A120 LONG LENS on Sarah walking toward us, striding across the compound
4039 with grim purpose. She carries a small nylon pack and a CAR-15
4040 assault rifle. Her face is an impassive mask. She has become a
4041 terminator.
4042
4043A120A JOHN LOOKS UP from his work in time to see Sarah throw the rifle
4044 behind the seat of their stolen pickup, jump in and start it. She
4045 slams it in gear. Salceda walks up to John.
4046
4047 SALCEDA
4048 She said you go south with him...
4049 (he points at Terminator)
4050 ... tonight, like you planned. She will meet
4051 you tomorrow in...
4052
4053 But John is moving, running after her.
4054
4055 JOHN
4056 Mommm!! Wait!!
4057
4058A120B MOVING WITH SARAH as she leaves the compound. We see John running
4059 after her... yelling. Can't hear his words. She looks in the rear-
4060 view mirror but doesn't slow down.
4061
4062 CUT TO:
4063
4064A121 EXT. COMPOUND - DUSK/MINUTES LATER
4065
4066 John and Terminator ponders the message carved into the top of the
4067 picnic table. Sarah's knife is still embedded there.
4068
4069 JOHN
4070 "No fate." No fate but what we make. My father
4071 told her this... I mean I made him memorize it,
4072 up in the future, as a message to her --
4073 Never mind. Okay, the whole thing goes "The
4074 future is not set. There is no fate but what
4075 we make for ourselves."
4076
4077 TERMINATOR
4078 She intends to change the future somehow.
4079
4080 JOHN
4081 I guess, yeah --
4082 (snaps his fingers as it hit him)
4083 Oh shit!!
4084
4085 TERMINATOR
4086 Dyson.
4087
4088 JOHN
4089 Yeah, gotta be! Miles Dyson! She's gonna blow
4090 him away!
4091
4092 John motions to Terminator and breaks into a run.
4093
4094 JOHN
4095 Come on. Let's go. LET'S GO!!
4096
4097 CUT TO:
4098
4099A122 INT./EXT. SARAH'S JEEP - DUSK
4100
4101 Sarah speeds through the darkening desert. Expressionless. In her
4102 dark glasses, she looks as pitiless as an insect.
4103
4104 DISSOLVE TO:
4105
4106A123 EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT
4107
4108 TRACKING WITH THE BRONCO, Terminator and John heading toward L.A.
4109
4110 TERMINATOR
4111 This is tactically dangerous.
4112
4113 JOHN
4114 Drive faster.
4115
4116 TERMINATOR
4117 The T-1000 has the same files that I do. It
4118 could anticipate this move and reacquire you
4119 at Dyson's house.
4120
4121 JOHN
4122 I don't care. We've gotta stop her.
4123
4124 TERMINATOR
4125 Killing Dyson might actually prevent the war.
4126
4127 JOHN
4128 I don't care!! There's gotta be another way.
4129 Haven't you learned anything?! Haven't you
4130 figured out why you can't kill people?
4131
4132 Terminator is still stumped.
4133
4134 JOHN
4135 Look, maybe you don't care if you live or die.
4136 But everybody's not like that! Okay?! We have
4137 feelings. We hurt. We're afraid. You gotta
4138 learn this stuff, man, I'm not kidding. It's
4139 important.
4140
4141 PANNING as they pass, revealing the lights of the city ahead.
4142
4143 CUT TO:
4144
4145A124 EXT, DYSON'S HOUSE - NIGHT
4146
4147 The house is high-tech and luxurious. Lots of glass. Dyson's study
4148 is lit bluish with the glow of his computer monitors. He is at the
4149 terminal, working. Where else? We see him clearly in a long shot
4150 from an embankment behind the house.
4151
4152 A DARK FIGURE moves into the foreground. Rack focus to Sarah as she
4153 turns into profile. She raises the CAR-15 rifle and begins screwing
4154 the long heavy cylinder of a sound-suppresser onto the end of the
4155 barrel.
4156
4157 CUT TO:
4158
4159A125-A125K OMITTED
4160
4161129 OMITTED
4162
4163129A INT. DYSON HOUSE
4164
4165 Dyson's kids, Danny and Blythe, are playing in the halls with a radio-
4166 controlled off-road truck. Danny drives and Blythe scampers after it,
4167 trying to catch it. They stop in the hall outside Dyson's study and
4168 sees him working at his terminal. Danny puts a finger to his lips,
4169 shushing Blythe. His expression is mischievous.
4170
4171129B With the silencer in place, Sarah eases back the bolt and then slips
4172 it forward, chambering a .223 round. Then she lies down on the
4173 embankment.
4174 He cheek pressed against the cool rifle-stock, she slides one hand
4175 slowly forward to brace the weapon, taking the weight on her elbow.
4176 Her other hand slips knowingly to the trigger.
4177
4178 Her expression is cold, impassive. She looks through the scope at the
4179 man in the house. She feels nothing as she raises the rifle.
4180
4181130 OMITTED
4182
4183130A INT. DYSON'S HOUSE
4184
4185 DYSON, in deep thought. The rhythmic sounds of keys as he works.
4186 Symbols on the screen shift.
4187
4188 ON HIS BACK we see the glowing red dot appear. It is the target dot
4189 of Sarah's laser designator. It moves silently up his back toward
4190 his head.
4191
4192131 EXT. DYSON HOUSE/EMBANKMENT
4193
4194 IN EXTREME CLOSEUP we see Sarah's eye at the night-scope.
4195 TIGHT INSERT on her finger as it tightens on the trigger, taking out
4196 the slack. She takes a deep breath and holds it. Adjusts her
4197 position minutely.
4198
4199132 INT. DYSON HOUSE
4200
4201 The laser dot jiggles on the back of Dyson's neck and then rises,
4202 centering on the back of his skull.
4203
4204132A LOW ANGLE as Danny's Bigfoot truck roars toward us -- FILLING FRAME.
4205 Thump. It hits Dyson's foot. He jerks, startled, and looks down
4206 as --
4207 POP!!
4208132B His monitor screen is BLOWN OUT spraying his with glass. He jerks
4209 back, utterly shocked... and spins to see the huge hole blown through
4210 the window behind him. This saves him as K-THUMP! -- the second shot
4211 blows the top of his high-backed chain into an explosion of stuffing
4212 an inch from his head.
4213 Instinctively he dives to the carpet as --
4214
4215 BLAM BLAM BLAM -- rounds blast through the window, tearing into his
4216 desk and computer, blowing his keyboard into shrapnel.
4217132C With the monitor screen blown out, the room is in darkness. Sarah
4218 can't see Dyson now, down behind his desk. She puts round after round
4219 into the heavy desk, blasting one side of it into kindling.
4220
4221132D Dyson, scared out of his mind, has his face jammed against the carpet,
4222 terrified to move. He sees his kids in the hall.
4223
4224 DYSON
4225 Run, kids! Go! Run!
4226
4227132E IN THE HALL, TARISSA rounds the corner at a dead run. She sees the
4228 kids running toward her and grabs them in her arms. Down the hall,
4229 in the dark study, she sees Dyson on the floor amid the splinters and
4230 shrapnel of the continuing fusillade.
4231
4232 TARISSA
4233 Miles! Oh my God!!
4234
4235 MILES
4236 Stay back!!
4237
4238132F ON THE FLOOR, Dyson flinches as chucks of wood and shattered computer
4239 components shower down on him. He looks desperately toward the door,
4240 but knows he'd be totally exposed. He'd never make it.
4241
4242133 SARAH's rifle empties with a final CLACK!
4243 She throws it down and draws her .45 smoothly from a shoulder base.
4244 She starts toward the house, snapping back the slide on the pistol,
4245 chambering a round. She is in a fast, purposeful walk, keeping her
4246 eyes fixed on the target. She is utterly determined to kill this man.
4247
4248134 FROM UNDER THE DESK Dyson can see a sliver in the backyard. He sees
4249 Sarah's feet as she strides toward him. He tenses to make a break for
4250 the door.
4251
4252 Sarah raises the pistol, eyes riveted ahead, controlling her
4253 breathing. Dyson springs up in a full-tilt sprint. She tracks him.
4254 He hooks a foot on the cord of a toppled disk drive.
4255 BOOM! Her shot blows apart a lamp where his head was.
4256 He hits the floor hard, but keeps moving, scrambling forward.
4257
4258 Crunch of glass behind his as Sarah's dark form is framed in the
4259 blown-out floor-to-ceiling window. Dyson leaps toward the hall.
4260 BOOM! Her second shot spins him. He hits the floor in the hallway.
4261 Tarissa is screaming. Dyson struggles forward, stunned. There is a
4262 .45-caliber hole clean through his left shoulder. He smears the wall
4263 with blood as he staggers up. Looking back, he sees the implacable
4264 figure behind him, coming on.
4265
4266 He topples through a doorway as --
4267 BOOM! BOOM! Shots blowing away the molding where he just was.
4268
4269135 EXT. DYSON HOUSE/STREET
4270
4271 Terminator and John leap from the jeep, sprinting toward the house.
4272 The shots sound muffles from outside.
4273
4274 JOHN
4275 Shit, we're too late!
4276
4277136 INT. HOUSE
4278
4279 Advancing with Sarah we enter the living area. Tarissa has Blythe and
4280 she's screaming at Danny, who has run back to his collapsed father.
4281
4282 TARISSA
4283 Danny! DANNY!
4284
4285 DANNY
4286 Daaaaddddeeee!
4287
4288 Danny is pulling at Dyson, crying and screaming, as his father tries
4289 to stagger forward. Tarissa drops Blythe and runs back for Dyson,
4290 grabbing him. Sarah looms behind them with the pistol aimed.
4291
4292 SARAH
4293 Don't fucking move! Don't FUCKING MOVE!!
4294 (she swings the gun on
4295 Tarissa)
4296 Get on the floor, bitch! Now!! Fucking down!
4297 NOW!!
4298
4299 Sarah is crazy-eyed now, shaking with the intensity of the moment.
4300 The kill has gone bad, with screaming kids and the wife involved...
4301 things she never figured on. Tarissa drops to the knees, terrified
4302 as she looks into the muzzle of the gun. Blythe runs to Dyson and
4303 hugs him, wailing.
4304
4305 BLYTHE
4306 Don't hurt my father!
4307
4308 SARAH
4309 (screaming)
4310 Shut up, kid! Get out of the way!!
4311
4312 Dyson looks up, through his pain and incomprehension. Why is this
4313 nightmare happening? The black gun muzzle is a foot from his face.
4314
4315 DYSON
4316 (gasping)
4317 Please... let... the kids... go...
4318
4319 SARAH
4320 Shut up! SHUT UP!! Motherfucker! It's all
4321 your fault! IT'S YOUR FAULT!!
4322
4323 We see her psyching herself to pull the trigger... needing now to hate
4324 this man she doesn't know. It's a lot harder face-to-face. She is
4325 bathed in sweat, and it runs into her eyes. Blinking, she wipes it
4326 fast with one hand, then gets it back on the gun. The .45 is
4327 trembling.
4328
4329 TIGHT ON SARAH as we see the forces at war behind her eyes.
4330 She looks into the faces of Dyson, Tarissa, Blythe, Danny.
4331 Sarah takes a sharp breath and all the muscles in her arms contract
4332 as she tenses to fire.
4333 But her finger won't do it.
4334 She lowers the gun very slowly. It drops to her side in one hand.
4335
4336 All the breath and energy seems to go out of her.
4337 She weakly raises her other hand in a strange gesture, like "Stay
4338 where you are, don't move". As if, should they move, the fragile
4339 balance might tip back the other way.
4340 She backs away from them slowly, panting. It's as if she's backing
4341 away in terror from what she almost did. She reaches a wall and
4342 slumps against it. Slides down to her knees. The gun falls limply
4343 from her fingers.
4344 She rests her cheek against the wall.
4345
4346136A The front door is kicked in.
4347 Terminator steps inside. John grabs his sleeve and pushes past him.
4348 He scopes out the situation in two seconds... Sarah, the gun, the
4349 sobbing family. John moves to Sarah while Terminator checks Dyson.
4350
4351 John kneels in front of his mother. She raises her head to look at
4352 him. He sees the tears spilling down her cheeks,
4353
4354 JOHN
4355 Mom? You okay?
4356
4357 SARAH
4358 I couldn't... oh, God.
4359 (she seems to she him for
4360 the first time)
4361 You... came here... to stop me?
4362
4363 JOHN
4364 Uh huh.
4365
4366 She reaches out and takes his shoulder suddenly, surprising him...
4367 drawing him to her. She hugs him and a great sob wells up deep inside
4368 her, from a spring she had thought long dry. She hugs him fiercely
4369 as the sobs wrack her.
4370
4371 John clutches her shoulders. It is all he ever wanted.
4372
4373 JOHN
4374 It's okay. It'll by okay. We'll figure it
4375 out.
4376
4377 SARAH
4378 I love you, John. I always have.
4379
4380 JOHN
4381 I know, Mom. I know.
4382
4383 TARISSA looks around at the bizarre tableau. Terminator has
4384 wordlessly ripped open Dyson's shirt and examined the wound.
4385
4386 TERMINATOR
4387 Clean penetration. No shattered bone.
4388 Compression should control the loss of blood.
4389
4390 He takes Tarissa's hands and presses them firmly over the entrance and
4391 exit wounds.
4392
4393 TERMINATOR
4394 Do you have bandages?
4395
4396 DYSON
4397 In the bathroom. Danny, can you get them for
4398 us?
4399
4400 Danny nods and runs down the hall.
4401 John disengages from Sarah. She wipes her tears, the instinct to
4402 toughen up taking over again. But the healing moment has had its
4403 effect, nevertheless.
4404
4405 John walks toward Dyson and Terminator.
4406
4407 DYSON
4408 Who are you people?
4409
4410
4411 John draws the Biker's knife from Terminator's boot. Hands it to him.
4412
4413
4414 JOHN
4415 Show him.
4416
4417 Terminator takes off his jacket to reveal bare arms.
4418 John takes Blythe by the hands and leads her down the hall, away
4419 from what is about to happen.
4420
4421136B TIGHT ON TERMINATOR'S left forearm as the knife makes a deep cut just
4422 below the elbow. In one smooth motion, Terminator cuts all the way
4423 around his arm. With a second cut, he splits the skin of the forearm
4424 from elbow to wrist.
4425
4426 TERMINATOR grasps the skin and strips is off his forearm like a
4427 surgeon rips off a rubber glove. It comes off with a sucking rip,
4428 leaving a bloody skeleton.
4429
4430 But the skeleton is made of bright metal, and is laced with hydraulic
4431 actuators. The fingers are as finely crafted as watch parts... they
4432 flex into a fist and extend. Terminator holds it up, palm out, in
4433 almost the exact position of the one in the vault at Cyberdyne,
4434
4435 HOLD ON DYSON reacting to the servo-hand in front of him.
4436 He's seen one of these before.
4437 Tarissa is screaming now, but he doesn't hear her.
4438
4439 DYSON
4440 My God.
4441
4442 TERMINATOR
4443 Now listen to me very carefully.
4444
4445137 INT. HOUSE/KITCHEN - LATER
4446
4447 Sarah puts out her fifth cigarette. She's sitting on the counter.
4448 John, Terminator, Dyson, and Tarissa are at the kitchen table, under
4449 a single overhead light.
4450
4451 Dyson looks like that guy on the Sistine Chapel wall, the damned
4452 soul... eyes fixed and staring with terrifying knowledge. His
4453 shoulder is bandaged. Terminator's arm is wrapped with a blood-soaked
4454 bandage below the elbow. The steel forearm and hand gleam in the
4455 harsh kitchen light. TRACKING AROUND THE TABLE as Terminator
4456 speaks... we don't hear the words.
4457
4458 SARAH (V.O.)
4459 Dyson listened while the Terminator laid it all
4460 down. Skynet. Judgment Day... the history of
4461 things to come. It's not every day you find
4462 out you're responsible for 3 billion deaths.
4463 He took it pretty well, considering...
4464
4465 Terminator finishes speaking.
4466
4467 DYSON
4468 I feel like I'M gonna throw up.
4469
4470 He looks around at them, clutching the table like he's about to blow
4471 away. His face, his posture, his ragged voice express soul-wrenching
4472 terror. This is a man ripped out of normal life into their grim
4473 world. His voice is pleading.
4474
4475 DYSON
4476 You're judging me on thing's I haven't even
4477 done yet. Jesus. How were we supposed to know?
4478
4479 Sarah speaks from the shadows behind them. Dyson turns to find her
4480 looking right at him.
4481
4482 SARAH
4483 Yeah. Right. How were you supposed to know?
4484 Fucking men... all you know how to do is thrust
4485 into the world with your... fucking ideas and
4486 your weapons. Did you know that every gun in
4487 the world is named after a man? Colt, Browning,
4488 Smith, Thompson, Kalashnikov... all men. Men
4489 built the hydrogen bomb, not women... men like
4490 you thought it up. You're so creative. You
4491 don't know what it's like to really create
4492 something... to create a life. To feel it growing
4493 inside you. All you know how to create is
4494 death... you fucking bastards.
4495
4496 JOHN
4497 Mom, Mom, we need to be more constructive here.
4498 I don't see this as a gender-related issue.
4499 (to the Dysons)
4500 She's still tense.
4501 (to Sarah)
4502 We still have to figure out how to stop it all
4503 from happening. Right?
4504
4505 TARISSA
4506 But I thought... aren't we changing things? I
4507 mean... right now? Changing the way it goes?
4508
4509 DYSON
4510 (seizing on that)
4511 That's right! There's no way I'm going to
4512 finish the new processor now. Forget it. I'm
4513 out of it. I'm quitting Cyberdyne tomorrow...
4514 I'll sell real estate, I don't care,,,
4515
4516 SARAH
4517 (coldly)
4518 That's not good enough.
4519
4520 Dyson's voice is pitiful.
4521
4522 DYSON
4523 Look, whatever you want me to do, I'll do. I
4524 just want my kids to have a chance to grow up,
4525 okay?
4526
4527 TERMINATOR
4528 No one must follow your work.
4529
4530 DYSON
4531 (thoughts racing)
4532 Alright, yeah. You're right. We have to
4533 destroy the stuff at the lab, the files, disk
4534 drive... and everything I have here. Everything!
4535 I don't care.
4536
4537 CUT TO:
4538
4539138 FIRE ROARING IN A METAL TRASH BARREL.
4540 Stacks of files are dumped onto it.
4541 WIDER reveals we are in --
4542
4543138A EXT, DYSON'S BACKYARD - NIGHT
4544
4545 Terminator dumps lighter fluid liberally over the fire, which flares
4546 up, lighting his face demonically. Sarah, Dyson, Tarissa, and John
4547 return from his office with more stuff -- files, notes, optical disks.
4548 Even his kids are carrying stuff. It all goes into the fire. Dyson
4549 drops the prototype onto the fire... his eyes hollow and distant.
4550
4551 He stares into the fire, watching his world burning. The has a
4552 sudden thought.
4553
4554 DYSON
4555 Do you know about the chip?
4556
4557 SARAH
4558 What chip?
4559
4560 DYSON
4561 They have it in a vault at Cyberdyne...
4562 (to Terminator)
4563 It's gotta be from the other one like you.
4564
4565 TERMINATOR
4566 (to Sarah)
4567 The CPU from the first terminator.
4568
4569 SARAH
4570 Son of a bitch, I knew it!
4571
4572 DYSON
4573 They told us not to ask where they got it. I
4574 thought... Japan... hell, I don't know. I
4575 didn't want to know.
4576
4577 SARAH
4578 Those lying motherfuckers!
4579
4580 DYSON
4581 I was scary stuff, radically advanced. It was
4582 shattered... didn't work. But it gave us ideas,
4583 It took us in new directions... things we would
4584 never have thought of. All this work is based
4585 on it.
4586
4587 TERMINATOR
4588 I must be destroyed.
4589
4590 SARAH
4591 (to Dyson)
4592 Can you get us in there, past security?
4593
4594 DYSON
4595 I think so, yeah. When?
4596
4597 Dyson looks at her, Terminator, then John. Sees his answer.
4598
4599 DYSON
4600 Now?
4601 (he takes a breath)
4602 Yeah, right.
4603
4604 He turns to his wife. Her face is streaked with tears, but her eyes
4605 are strong and clear. Tarissa puts her hands on his arm. She is
4606 stunned by what she's heard, but dealing with it. She believe them.
4607
4608 TARISSA
4609 Miles, I'm scared. Okay. But the only thing
4610 that scares me more than you going... is you
4611 not going.
4612
4613 He nods. She's right.
4614
4615 SARAH
4616 (to Terminator)
4617 Is it safe for them here?
4618
4619 TERMINATOR
4620 (to Tarissa)
4621 Take your kids. Go to a hotel. Right now.
4622 Don't pack.
4623 (to the others)
4624 Let's go.
4625
4626 CUT TO:
4627
4628138B EXT, HIGHWAY - NIGHT
4629
4630 Pavement rushing at us, lit by headlights. Beyond, darkness.
4631
4632 SARAH (V.O.)
4633 The future, always so clear to me, has become
4634 like a black highway at night. We were in
4635 uncharted territory now... making up history
4636 as we went along.
4637
4638 TILT UP to reveal a rectangle of light ahead. The Cyberdyne
4639 Building...
4640
4641139 INT. CYBERDYNE SYSTEMS BUILDING/LOBBY - NIGHT
4642
4643 TIGHT ON A CARD-KEY SCANNER as Dyson's hand zips his security card
4644 through a slot in one motion. There is the sound of a servo-lock,
4645 and --
4646
4647139A DYSON enter the spacious lobby, followed by Sarah, John, and
4648 Terminator last of all. In a frontal angle, the others block
4649 Terminator from view.
4650
4651 THE GUARD at the front desk, GIBBONS, looks up as Dyson moves toward
4652 him. Dyson is pale and sweaty, but smiles warmly at the guard,
4653 speaking well before he reaches the desk.
4654
4655 DYSON
4656 Evening, Paul. These are friends of mine from
4657 out of town, I just thought I'd take them up
4658 and show them around.
4659
4660 GIBBONS
4661 I'm sorry, Mr. Dyson. You know the rules about
4662 visitors in the lab. I need written authoriz --
4663
4664 K-CHAK! Gibbons is staring down the barrels of Sarah's .45 and
4665 Terminator's MAC-10.
4666
4667 TERMINATOR
4668 I insist.
4669
4670 The guard is too stunned to move. We see that Terminator is wearing
4671 his jacket and one black glove.
4672 Gibbon's eyes go to the silent alarm button on the console.
4673
4674 SARAH
4675 Don't even think about it.
4676
4677 Gibbons nods. He stays frozen. Terminator circles quickly and gets
4678 the guard out of the chair. John pulls a roll of duct-tape from his
4679 knapsack and tears off a piece.
4680
4681140 INT. SECOND FLOOR CORRIDOR
4682
4683 ELEVATOR DOORS OPEN and Terminator leads the group warily into the
4684 corridor. They have a cart piled high with gear in nylon bags.
4685 Dyson motions down the corridor to the right. As they walk, he
4686 continues to fill them in --
4687
4688 DYSON
4689 The vault needs two keys to open. Mine...
4690 (holds up key)
4691 ... and one from the security station. It's in
4692 a locker but my card should access it. Here
4693 we go.
4694
4695 They stand in front of a wide security door. A sign above reads
4696 SPECIAL PROJECTS DIVISION: AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. Dyson zips
4697 his key-card through the scanner and the door unlatches.
4698
4699141 OMITTED
4700
4701142 INT. FIRST FLOOR CORRIDOR/LOBBY
4702
4703 A ROVING GUARD, MOSHIER, strolls down the long corridor from the
4704 first-floor office block. A punch clock swings at his hip, and he's
4705 just completed his circuit of the building. He passes the back of
4706 elevators and rounds the corner to the front desk, calling out --
4707
4708 MOSHIER
4709 Honey, I'm home...
4710
4711 He sees the desk is deserted and frowns. Figures Gibbons must be in
4712 the can, so checks that first before getting alarmed.
4713 TRACKING WITH HIM to the restroom around the corner,
4714
4715 MOSHIER
4716 Hey, man, you shouldn't leave the --
4717
4718142A OVER HIS SHOULDER we see past the door as he pushes it open, revealing
4719 Gibbons handcuffed to the urinal. Moshier spins on a dime and sprints
4720 to the desk where he slams down on the silent alarm button.
4721
4722153 INT. SECURITY STATION
4723
4724 The security station is a pass-through area with a counter, behind
4725 which are desks and a bank of monitors, showing boring movies about
4726 empty corridors. Dyson crosses quickly to a locker behind the
4727 monitor area. He swished his card repeatedly through the scanner on
4728 the locker. Nothing happens. The light on the locker is blinking
4729 red. Sarah notices Dyson's alarmed expression.
4730
4731 DYSON
4732 What? WHAT IS IT?
4733
4734 Dyson whips around, staring at a light flashing on the console behind
4735 him.
4736
4737 DYSON
4738 Silent alarm's been tripped. It neutralizes
4739 the codes throughout the building. Nothing'll
4740 open now.
4741
4742 We see his nerve snapping.
4743
4744 DYSON
4745 We should abort.
4746
4747 SARAH
4748 NO!! We're going all the way! You got that,
4749 Dyson?
4750
4751 She's right in his face. Somehow, it works for him. He nods, getting
4752 some resolve from somewhere.
4753
4754144 INT. LOBBY
4755
4756 Moshier's gotten Gibbons loose. He's on the phone to the cops.
4757
4758 GIBBONS
4759 ... multiple armed subjects. Look, I think
4760 it's the guy from that mall shootout, and the
4761 woman... yeah, her. Pretty sure. Just send
4762 everything you've got in the area --
4763
4764145 INT. SECURITY STATION./LAB
4765
4766 John jumps up on the desk next to the wall-mounted locker. Dyson
4767 stares in amazement as John starts pulling his counter-electronics
4768 gear out of his knapsack. It's just another Ready-Teller to him.
4769
4770 JOHN
4771 You guys get started on the lab... I can open
4772 this.
4773
4774145A Dyson leads Terminator and Sarah to the main lab doors. Another
4775 servo-lock.
4776 He tries his card. Nothing.
4777
4778 DYSON
4779 No good.
4780
4781 TERMINATOR
4782 Let me try mine.
4783
4784 He unslings the M-79, pulling it over his shoulder in one motion.
4785 Sarah grabs Dyson and drags him back down the hall.
4786 Terminator opens the breach and slide in one of the fat 40mm H.E.
4787 grenades. He flips the thing closed with a snap of the wrist.
4788
4789 SARAH
4790 (yelling as she runs)
4791 John! Fire-in-the-hole!
4792
4793 John drops what he is doing, and covers his ears.
4794 Terminator fires at inhumanely close range.
4795145B The door EXPLODES into kindling. The concussion blow his jacket
4796 open, and flying shrapnel whizzes all around him. Before the
4797 thunderclap has faded Terminator walks into the fire and smoke.
4798 John goes back to work without missing a beat.
4799 Sarah and a stunned Dyson walk through the burning doorframe into the
4800 Artificial Intelligence Lab.
4801
4802 A SIREN is sounding. The HALON FIRE-CONTROL SYSTEM has been
4803 triggered. The invisible gas roars in, putting out the flames.
4804
4805 DYSON
4806 Fire's set off the halo system! Here...
4807 hurry!
4808
4809 Dyson runs to a wall cabinet and pulls out some BREATHING MASKS. He
4810 hands one to Sarah and dons the other. Then he reaches out to hand
4811 one to Terminator.
4812
4813 DYSON
4814 Here!
4815
4816 Terminator doesn't need a mask, since is oxygen requirements are so
4817 low. He ignores Dyson as he removes his massive backpack and opens
4818 it. Dyson shrugs and tosses the mask on a desk. He turns to Sarah.
4819
4820 DYSON
4821 (yelling through the mask)
4822 We'll have to keep these on a couple minutes,
4823 till the gas clears.
4824
4825 Terminator pulls two five-gallon jerry-cans of gasoline from his
4826 pack.
4827 Sarah starts pulling out book-sized, olive-grab CLAYMORE MINES,
4828 stacking them next to the gasoline. Dyson stares. Part of him can't
4829 believe they're really doing this.
4830
4831 CUT TO:
4832
4833146 INT. DYSON HOUSE - NIGHT
4834
4835 The T-1000 moves slowly though the ravaged office, analyzing what has
4836 happened here. It walks down the dark hallway. The place is
4837 deserted. The police-walkie clipped on its belt (real, not simulated)
4838 blares to life.
4839
4840 DISPATCHER (V.O.)
4841 All units, all units. 211 in progress at 2144
4842 Kramer Street, the Cyberdyne building. Multiple
4843 suspects, armed with automatic weapons and
4844 explosives. SWAT unit is en route...
4845
4846147 EXT. HOUSE/STREET
4847
4848 The T-1000 sprints up and throws its leg over the big C.H.P. Kawasaki.
4849 Fires it up. It smokes an arcing scorch-mark on the pavement as it
4850 spins around and roars away.
4851
4852 CUT TO:
4853
4854148 INT. CYBERDYNE BUILDING/LAB
4855
4856 TIGHT ON A LARGE DISK DRIVE. State-of-the-art. Very expensive. A
4857 FIRE AXE smashes down through the housing, shattering the disk.
4858
4859148A WIDER, revealing a scene of high-tech pillage. Terminator beats the
4860 disk drive into junk and steps to another. WHAM. Same routine. He's
4861 already demolished half a dozen.
4862 Sarah topples a file cabinet, scattering files.
4863 Dyson staggers up with an armload of heavy M-O (magnetic-optical)
4864 disks and drops them on a growing stack in the middle of the floor.
4865 He and Sarah have their breathing masks hanging down around their
4866 necks, since the halon gas has dissipated.
4867
4868 DYSON
4869 (to Sarah, panting)
4870 Yeah, all that stuff! And all the disks in
4871 those offices. Especially my office...
4872 everything in my office!
4873 (to Terminator)
4874 These, too! This is important.
4875 (SMASH!)
4876 And all this here... that's it.
4877
4878148B Sarah goes into Dyson's office and starts hurling everything out the
4879 door onto the central junkpile... books, files, everything on the
4880 desk.
4881 A FRAMED PHOTO of Dyson's wife and kids lands on top of the heap.
4882 Tarissa, hugging Danny and Blythe, all grinning. The glass is
4883 shattered.
4884
4885148C Terminator cuts a swath, under Dyson's direction, exploding equipment
4886 into fragments with his inhuman swings.
4887 SMASH! It's carnage. Millions in hardware, and all irreplaceable
4888 fruits of their years of research... shattered, broken, dumped in a
4889 heap for the big bonfire of destiny.
4890 Dyson stops a second, panting.
4891
4892 DYSON
4893 Give me that thing a second.
4894
4895 Terminator hands him the axe. Dyson hefts it one-handed. He turns to
4896 a lab table... on it is another prototype processor.
4897
4898 DYSON
4899 I've worked for years on this thing.
4900
4901 Swinging awkwardly but with great force he smashes the axe down onto
4902 the processor prototype, exploding it into fragments. His shoulder is
4903 agony, but he looks satisfied.
4904
4905149 INT. SECOND FLOOR SECURITY STATION
4906
4907 John taps away at his little lap-top, which is running code
4908 combinations into the card-key lock. Suddenly, the green light on
4909 the lock goes on and it unlocks with a clunk.
4910
4911 JOHN
4912 Easy money.
4913
4914 He whips it open, revealing a rack of keys. But the VAULT-KEY is
4915 distinctive, a long steel rectangle on a neck-chain. John grabs it
4916 and runs toward the lab.
4917
4918150 INT. LAB
4919
4920 Sarah and Terminator are working like a crack team, rigging the
4921 explosives. She is taping the claymores to the gas cans with duct
4922 tape to create powerful incendiary bombs. Terminator is attaching
4923 claymores and blocks of C-4 plastic explosive to the large MAINFRAME
4924 COMPUTER cabinets nearby. All the claymores are wired back to one
4925 detonator with has a RADIO-CONTROL RELAY switch.
4926
4927 DYSON
4928 How do you set them off?
4929
4930 Terminator shows him a REMOTE DETONATOR, a small transmitter with a
4931 red plunger.
4932
4933 TERMINATOR
4934 Radio remote.
4935
4936 He makes a plunger-pushing motion with his thumb and an accompanying
4937 "click" sound. Dyson nods.
4938 Just then John comes running in, holding up the key.
4939
4940 JOHN
4941 I got it. Piece of cake.
4942
4943 SARAH
4944 (to Dyson and Terminator)
4945 Go! I'll finish here.
4946
4947 They run out as the SOUND OF SIRENS grow louder outside.
4948
4949 TERMINATOR
4950 I'll deal with the police.
4951
4952 JOHN
4953 Remember what I said, you can't...
4954
4955 TERMINATOR
4956 Trust me.
4957
4958151 EXT. CYBERDYNE BUILDING
4959
4960 The security duo of Moshier and Gibbons cowers behind cars in the
4961 parking lot in front of the building. They turns as L.A.P.D. BLACK-
4962 AND-WHITES pour into the lot, turn the area into a disco of whirling
4963 blue and red lights.
4964
4965152 OMITTED
4966
4967153 EXT. CYBERDYNE BUILDING
4968
4969 The cops are jumping from their cars and ducking behind them.
4970 Emphasis on small arms here. Behind them an ugly BLACK SWAT VAN
4971 screeches into the lot.
4972
4973153A We hear the THUMP OF ROTORS as a POLICE CHOPPER arrives and swings in
4974 close to the building. It rakes its XENON SPOTLIGHT through the
4975 second floor offices.
4976
4977154 INT./EXT. SECOND FLOOR OFFICE
4978
4979 Terminator crosses the office toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.
4980 He is outlines starkly by the spotlight as it rakes through the dark
4981 offices. Without breaking stride he kicks an executive desk toward
4982 the window.
4983154A Glass explodes outward and the desk topples, falling to the sidewalk
4984 below.
4985
4986154B Terminator, standing at the edge, FIRES A LONG BURST with strafes the
4987 police cars lines up below. Cops duck as glass flies. Terminator,
4988 with his superb aim, hits no one. But noticed is served.
4989
4990154C The cops (surprise) FIRE BACK. Terminator turns and is walking
4991 calmly from the window as glass, office furniture, drapes etc. are
4992 riddled by return fire. A few rounds hit his back, but he doesn't
4993 notice. He reloads as he walks.
4994
4995155 INT. VAULT ANTECHAMBER
4996
4997 TIGHT ON A KEY inserted into one of the vault locks.
4998
4999 WIDER as John and Dyson stand poised, hands on keys.
5000
5001 JOHN
5002 And let's see what's behind door number one.
5003
5004 Dyson nods and they turns the keys together. The vault grumbles to
5005 itself, withdrawing it locking bolts with a final KLONK!
5006 Together Dyson and John swing the door open.
5007
5008156 EXT./INT. LOBBY
5009
5010 The varsity takes the field as the SWAT TROOPERS sprint forward by
5011 squads. They flank the lobby and work their way inside, deploying
5012 rapidly. They move and freeze, behind cover, quivering with
5013 adrenaline. They have all that great SWAT equipment: body armor,
5014 gas-masks, M-16s, tear-gas launchers, ropes. The works. They make
5015 a lot of hand signals and keep their mouths shut. They're well-
5016 trained and deadly.
5017
5018157 OUTSIDE we see cops firing TEAR GAS grenades through the broken
5019 windows into second-floor offices.
5020
5021158 INT. VAULT
5022
5023 John and Dyson are isolated from the world in this silent steel womb.
5024 Dyson opens the cabinet containing the terminator relics. It's John
5025 turn to stare with uneasy deja-vu as he sees the terminator hand and
5026 CPU.
5027
5028 Then in one vicious move he sweeps his arm behind the inert-gas flasks
5029 and hurls them to the floor. They SHATTER. John snatches the CPU
5030 and the metal hand out of the broken glass.
5031
5032 JOHN
5033 Got ol' Skynet by the ball now, Miles. Come
5034 on, let's book!
5035
5036 Clutching the steel hand and pocketing the chip like it's a Mars bar
5037 he just bought, John runs out. Dyson follows.
5038
5039159 INT. FIRST FLOOR CORRIDOR/STAIRWELL
5040
5041 We see the advance squad of SWATs make it to one of the stairwells.
5042 They start up, two at a time, covering each other ritualistically by
5043 the numbers.
5044
5045160 INT. LAB/HALL
5046
5047 John pelts into the lab with Dyson stumbling along behind him.
5048 Sarah is just finished wiring all the charges to the central
5049 detonator.
5050
5051 JOHN
5052 Ready to rock?
5053
5054 SARAH
5055 Ready.
5056
5057 John tosses her the metal hand. She catches it and bends to put the
5058 hand in her empty back-pack. Sarah zips the pack and starts to shuck
5059 into it.
5060
5061 Dyson's running out of steam. The bandages at his shoulder are soaked
5062 with seeping blood. He stands in the middle of the lab, saying
5063 goodbye in his mind, looking weak and empty.
5064 Terminator strides into the lab.
5065
5066 TERMINATOR
5067 Time to go. Right now.
5068
5069 He and John head back the way they came, through security.
5070 Sarah sees that in her work, she has set the detonator down twenty
5071 feet away, near where Dyson is standing.
5072
5073 SARAH
5074 Dyson, hand me the detonator. Let's go --
5075
5076 He gingerly picks up the detonator. Starts toward her. Then --
5077160A CRASH!! THE DOORS AT THE BACK END OF THE LAB ARE KICKED OPEN.
5078 SWAT LEADER and two others OPEN FIRE.
5079 Their M-16s rake the room. Sarah dives behind a computer cabinet.
5080 Dyson is HIT. He is slammed to the floor by the impacts.
5081
5082161 IN THE HALL, John hears the firing and spins to run back.
5083
5084 JOHN
5085 Mommm!!!
5086
5087 Terminator grabs him as bullets slam into his broad back. He makes
5088 it around the corner with John, out of the line of fire.
5089
5090162 IN THE LAB, bullets rake over Sarah's head, smacking all around her,
5091 clanging into the machine protecting her. She can see Dyson, slumped
5092 on the floor. Debris and flying glass rain on her as the SWATs pour
5093 on the fire. The detonator is clutched in his hand. He rolls to face
5094 her, his eyes bulging from the pain of his torn-up guts.
5095
5096 DYSON
5097 Go.
5098
5099162A Sarah hesitates a split second. Then she snap-rolls and fast-crawls
5100 through broken glass and debris into the hall where --
5101
5102 TERMINATOR grabs her by the jacket and hauls her roughly to her feet.
5103 Bullets rake the walls behind them as they sprint forward. They
5104 round the corner. John does a fast take that she's not hit and they
5105 run together through the security checkpoint.
5106
5107163 INT. SECURITY STATION/CORRIDOR
5108
5109 John reaches the first door, and tries it. Locked.
5110 Terminator unslings the M-79 blooper smoothly, opening the breach.
5111
5112 TERMINATOR
5113 Get back.
5114
5115 He pulls a grenade from the bandolier over his shoulder, and slides
5116 it into the bore. Flick his wrist. The breech snaps shut. Sarah
5117 and John have a split second to duck and cover.
5118
5119 TERMINATOR
5120 Cover you ears and open you mouth.
5121
5122163A They do. KABOOM!!! Twenty feet away the door, and half the wall
5123 around it, EXPLODES outward. The backblast hits Terminator full
5124 force, but he strides through the smoking hole before the debris has
5125 even hit the floor.
5126
5127164 OMITTED
5128
5129165 INT. LAB
5130
5131 SWAT LEADER moves cautiously through the lab. Cat-stepping, he
5132 circles around a desk which block Dyson's body from his view. His
5133 M-16 is leveled crisply. We look over his shoulder as he rounds the
5134 desk, revealing --
5135
5136 MILES DYSON is not dead. He will be very soon, but at this moment he
5137 is conscious. He has propped himself up against the desk, and holds a
5138 BOOK in one hand. A heavy technical manual.
5139
5140 Below the book is the detonator, upright on the tile floor.
5141 The message is clear. "Shoot me, the book drops on the plunger.
5142 Adios." Dyson wheezes, trying to draw enough breath to talk.
5143
5144 DYSON
5145 I don't know... how much longer... I can...
5146 hold this thing...
5147
5148 SWAT Leader seems to see the wires, the claymores, the gas cans all
5149 around him for the first time. His eyes, visible through his gas-
5150 mask, go very wide.
5151 He spins and motions his squad back.
5152
5153 LEADER
5154 Fall back!! Everybody out! Move it! OUT
5155 NOW!
5156
5157 They retreat so fast they crash into the next group coming up the
5158 stairs.
5159
5160166 INT. CORRIDOR
5161
5162 Terminator reaches the main elevators. Hits the button. Sarah and
5163 John are coughing and stumbling in the choking darkness, buddy-
5164 breathing with the single mask. The doors open. They get in the
5165 elevator and head down.
5166
5167167 INT. LAB
5168
5169 Dyson is lying amid the ruins of his dreams. Sprawled on the floor,
5170 he has his back propped up against the desk. He is bathed in his own
5171 blood, which runs out in long fingers across the tiles. His breathing
5172 is shallow and raspy. He still holds the book, trembling, above the
5173 switch.
5174
5175 In his lap is the picture from his desk. He has pulled it from the
5176 debris next to him. A tear trickles from his eye. His wife and
5177 children smile up at him through broken glass.
5178
5179168 OMITTED
5180
5181169 CUT TO THE PUPIL OF HIS EYE, at the moment of death, the instant the
5182 light fade from his eyes and he is gone --
5183 His arm drops and the book his the switch --
5184
5185170 EXT. BUILDING
5186
5187 As the face of the building EXPLODES in an eruption of glass and fire.
5188 Remains of the second-floor windows shower the parking lot and a huge
5189 fireball rolls out, leaping into the sky.
5190 The cops look up, stunned. The helicopter banks away from the heat.
5191 Burning debris falls among the cop cars and a number of officers
5192 break ranks, pulling back.
5193
5194171 ONLY ONE OF THEM seems to be moving with purpose. A BIKE COP who has
5195 just arrived drives through the disorganized crowd, directly toward
5196 the building.
5197
5198171A T-1000 guns the bike up a ramp to a pedestrian bridge which crosses
5199 from a parking structure to the Cyberdyne building. It enters on the
5200 second floor, which is now a burning maze.
5201
5202172 INT. SECOND FLOOR/OFFICE/CORRIDOR
5203
5204 T-1000 drives into the smoky wreckage. It draws a Hoechler and Koch
5205 MPK machine pistol and cruises slowly into the firelit offices,
5206 scanning.
5207
5208172A IN THE CORRIDOR the bike skirts flaming wreckage as it idles forward.
5209 T-1000 scans the leaping shadows for its prey.
5210
5211173 INT. GROUND FLOOR/ELEVATOR/LOBBY
5212
5213 The elevator doors part and Terminator eases a look out into the
5214 corridor. The walls on either side of him ERUPT WITH BULLET HITS.
5215 The SWATs have the lobby end of the corridor blocked off. They're
5216 totally trapped, cut off and screwed.
5217
5218 JOHN
5219 (to Sarah)
5220 Don't forget. It's always darkness right
5221 before... you're totally fucked.
5222
5223173A The SWATs fire a tear-gas grenade toward the elevators. It spews the
5224 vicious CS gas out in a swirling cloud which envelops Sarah and John,
5225 who are pressed against the back wall of the elevator.
5226
5227 TERMINATOR
5228 Keep your eyes closed. Don't move.
5229 (they nod, eyes squeezed shut)
5230 I'll be back.
5231
5232 He slings the grenade launcher over his shoulder and walks out into
5233 the corridor.
5234
5235173B BLAM. A tear-gas grenade ricochets from wall to wall as it flies down
5236 the corridor. It skids to rest in front of Terminator, throwing out
5237 a white cloud which quickly fills the corridor.
5238173C In the elevator, Sarah and John are choking, handing the breathing
5239 mask back and forth desperately. They're scarred. This looks like
5240 it.
5241173D ANGLE ON THE SWAT TEAM, gripping their weapons at the mouth of the
5242 corridor. They watch the boiling cloud, waiting.
5243
5244173E THEIR POV -- on the wall of boiling smoke. A FIGURE APPEARS. Walking
5245 Totally unaffected. Terminator emerges from the smoke. Not even
5246 misty-eyed. Not what they expected.
5247
5248 LEADER
5249 (through megaphone)
5250 Stop where you are. Lie down on the floor,
5251 face down. Down on floor, now!
5252
5253 He continues to stride toward them.
5254 The SWATs tense up. They've never seen anything like this. They're
5255 not sure what to do. Closer and closer.
5256
5257 LEADER
5258 Drop him.
5259
5260 They OPEN FIRE. The corridor is filled with CRACKING THUNDER. The
5261 rounds tear into Terminator's chest. Stomach. Face. Thighs. His
5262 leather jacket leaps and jerks as the rounds hit him. The SWATs
5263 think the guy's wearing body armor or something. They keep firing.
5264 The rounds tear into him, staggering him slightly, but he keeps
5265 moving.
5266
5267 LEADER
5268 You're not hitting him!
5269
5270 SWAT #1
5271 (getting scared)
5272 Yes I am!
5273
5274 Terminator draws his .45 smoothly. Unhurried. He shoots the nearest
5275 man in the left thigh. As he screams and drops, Terminator shoots
5276 him in the right thigh. Terminator bends down and picks up the
5277 shrieking man's weapon... the TEAR-GAS LAUNCHER.
5278
5279 It is one of those new rotary jobs that hold 12 rounds in a big drum.
5280 Terminator shoots the next SWAT in the chest with the tear-gas
5281 launcher. The gas canister hits the guy's body armor and doesn't
5282 penetrate. But it's like getting slugged in the stomach with a full-
5283 swing from a baseball bat. The SWAT fold double and hits the tiles,
5284 gasping.
5285
5286 Terminator is an image from Hell, a tall figure in shredded black
5287 leather, streaked with blood. One eye is a bloody socket, the metal
5288 eye-servo glistening. The flesh of one cheek hangs down in tatters,
5289 revealing the chrome cheekbone beneath. The whole front of his
5290 jacket is blown open, revealing his metal armor chest.
5291
5292 The remaining SWATs start to fall back. One turns to run and --
5293 KPOW! A gas canister nail him in the back, sending him sprawling.
5294
5295173F Terminator fires three gas canisters into the lobby. It fills
5296 rapidly with the white gas, cutting the visibility to a few feet. It
5297 is total pandemonium. SWAT LEADER crouches in the fog, white-
5298 knuckling the rifle. Terminator looms suddenly out of the mist right
5299 in front of him. POOM! Terminator drills him in the leg with the
5300 .45. As the guy screams and drops rifle to clutch his leg, Terminator
5301 rips his gas mask off. The SWAT leader drops writhing to the floor,
5302 choking and gagging, clutching his bleeding thigh.
5303
5304 Terminator walks up to two SWATs at the front doors. POW-POW. Leg
5305 and leg. He snatches their masks as they fall. The gunfire has
5306 stopped. Nobody an see anything. Screams and whimpers echo in the
5307 smoke.
5308
5309174 EXT. BUILDING
5310
5311 Smoke boils out of the front door as a figure emerges. Firing the
5312 tear-gas launcher with one hand, Terminator launches all remaining
5313 rounds among the cop vehicles. Unprotected officers run, choking
5314 and half-blind, slamming into cars and tripping over each other. It
5315 is a total rout.
5316
5317175 AT THE SWAT VAN on of the SWATs is rapidly handing out the remaining
5318 masks to unprotected cops. A FIGURE appears out of the smoke beside
5319 him. He looks up. His mask is ripped off and he is handed the empty
5320 launcher. Instinctively he catches it. Terminator grabs his flak
5321 vest with one hand and sails him out into the mist.
5322
5323175A INT. SWAT VAN
5324
5325 Terminator strides the length of the van and climbs into the driver's
5326 seat. No keys in the ignition. He flips down the sun visor. The
5327 keys fall into his hand. He starts the van and slams it into gear.
5328
5329176 INT./EXT. LOBBY
5330
5331 The tear gas has cleared to a thin haze. The uninjured SWATs are
5332 tending their wounded. They look up at the sound of shouts and a
5333 roaring engine.
5334
5335176A THE SWAT VAN CRASHES INTO THE LOBBY in an explosion of glass and
5336 debris. Cops scatter as the van screeches across the lobby in a
5337 smoking one-eighty, sliding to a stop across the corridor which leads
5338 to the bank of elevators. Terminator backs up until -- crunch -- he
5339 seals the corridor with the back of the van.
5340
5341176B Sarah and John stumble along the corridor, coughing.
5342 They leap into the back of the van and Terminator hits the throttle.
5343 The van roars across the lobby and exits through blown-out windows.
5344
5345 CUT TO:
5346
5347177 INT./EXT SECOND FLOOR
5348
5349 T-1000, astride the Kawasaki, looks down from a second-floor office
5350 and sees the van tearing across the parking lot with the remaining
5351 cops firing at it. It knows. It looks around. Analyzing options.
5352 It sees the helicopter hovering outside the building at the end of
5353 this corner office block...
5354 It twists full throttle on the powerful bike.
5355 Roars through the office, accelerating fast, straight at the
5356 windows --
5357
5358178 T-1000 BLASTS OUT THROUGH THE GLASS, airborne on the motorcycle. It
5359 rockets across the gap to the hovering chopper and --
5360178A SLAMS into the canopy. The impact of bike and rider pitches the
5361 chopper radically. The startled PILOT fights to regain control as the
5362 bike tumbles to the pavement below.
5363178B The T-1000 doesn't. It clings to the shattered canopy.
5364 Nightmarishly, the pilot watches as the T-1000 smashes its head
5365 through the plexiglass canopy and rapidly POURS ITSELF through the
5366 jagged hole. It reforms instantly into its previous self on the
5367 passenger seat.
5368
5369178C It hurls the pilot out of the chopper and slides into the driver's
5370 seat.
5371 The chopper is auto-rotating, spinning out of control. It drops
5372 toward the parking lot. T-1000 recovers control ten feet above the
5373 ground.
5374
5375178D Cops hits the deck as the tail-boom swings around, going over them by
5376 inches.
5377 The chopper lifts out in a power climb, roaring away across the
5378 parking lot toward the fleeing SWAT van.
5379
5380 OKAY, BUCKLE YOUR SEATBELTS, HERE IT COMES...
5381
5382179 INT./EXT. SWAT VAN/HIGHWAY - NIGHT
5383
5384 Terminator looks back at his two passengers as he turns the boxy van
5385 onto a divided highway. Sarah and John are catching their breath,
5386 still coughing from the CS gas. Terminator look to the rear-view
5387 mirror. He sees the xenon searchlight of the chopper behind them,
5388 gaining.
5389
5390 Sarah looks around the inside of the SWAT van. It is a rolling
5391 armory. There are rifles, ballistic vests, all manner of equipment.
5392
5393 SARAH
5394 John, get under these. Hurry!
5395
5396 He sits against the front bulkhead of the van and she pile bullet-
5397 proof vests on top of him, completely covering him. Then she grabs
5398 two M-16s from the wall-rack and loads them. She starts on a shotgun
5399 as --
5400
5401180 The SWAT van weaves through sparse traffic at high speed.
5402 Terminator slews the unstable van around cars and trucks which seem to
5403 be crawling. The van hits it top speed of eighty. They swerve to
5404 miss the back end of A WHITE 18-WHEEL TANKER.
5405180A The chopper swings in behind them, closing fast.
5406180B T-1000 reaches through the shattered canopy with the MPK machine
5407 pistol and FIRES. The back of the can CLANGS WITH HITS. The door
5408 windows are BLOWN IN.
5409
5410 Terminator weaves the van, trying to throw off the T-1000's aim.
5411 The unstable vehicle screeches and wobbles on the edge of control.
5412 One of the doors is kicked open. Sarah, wearing a ballistic vest,
5413 crouches in the doorway, whipping up the M-16. SHE OPENS FIRE.
5414
5415180C Bullets riddle what's left of the chopper's canopy as the T-1000
5416 returns fire.
5417 The van is stitched with hits.
5418
5419180D INSIDE THE VAN holes are punched through the thin sheet-metal walls,
5420 ripping up the interior. The vests covering John are hit repeatedly.
5421 We see that Sarah has hung two Kevlar vests on the inside of the back
5422 door and she ducks behind these as bullets hit around her. She pops
5423 back out and fires in controlled bursts. The M-16 empties and she
5424 grabs another.
5425
5426180E Terminator serves around a car which is changing lanes, hitting it
5427 and knocking it skidding.
5428
5429181 OMITTED
5430
5431181A Sarah reloads and keeps firing. The van swerves around a Toyota. A
5432 moment later the helicopter passes it, the rotor just clearing the top
5433 of the car.
5434
5435181B T-1000 FIRES the machine pistol.
5436181C Sarah has popped out to fire. She takes a HIT in the thigh, and
5437 several rounds hammer into her Kevlar vest. She is thrown back onto
5438 the floor of the van. She lies there, an exposed target...
5439
5440181D Terminator sees the T-1000 preparing to fire again.
5441 He locks up the van's brakes. Tires scream as the vehicle shimmies.
5442 Sarah is thrown forward, sliding up to the bulkhead next to John.
5443182 And the helicopter SLAMS RIGHT INTO THE BACK OF THE VAN.
5444 The rotor disintegrates. The back doors of the van are crushed in as
5445 the canopy, the whole front of the fuselage is HAMMERED INTO JUNK,
5446 trapping the T-1000 inside the twisted metal. The chopper hits the
5447 pavement, flips, sideways, and cartwheels... smashing itself into a
5448 shapeless mass of twisted metal.
5449 It falls away behind the van, tumbling end over end.
5450
5451182A Terminator fights to control the van, which is fishtailing violently
5452 from the impact. It smashes up against the center divider, screeching
5453 along the concrete, and then pulls away. Terminator puts the hammer
5454 down and the van accelerates. He swerves to avoid an UGLY PICKUP
5455 crawling like a snail ahead.
5456
5457 THE RIGHT FRONT FENDER of the van, crumpled by slamming the wall, is
5458 sawing into the tire. The tire blows and peels off the clean rim.
5459 The steel wheel grinds across the pavement, striking trails of sparks,
5460 and the van slides sideways and topples --
5461 STEEL SCREAMS on pavement as the van grinds to a stop on its side.
5462
5463182B INSIDE THE VAN, John crawls to Sarah, who is groaning and holding her
5464 bleeding leg. She is white and shocky. Terminator starts to
5465 extricate himself from the crumpled driver's seat.
5466
5467183 BACK DOWN THE ROAD, THE HELICOPTER wreckage is a crumpled ball of junk
5468 metal, unrecognizable. Behind it, the TANKER TRUCK brakes hard,
5469 shuddering and groaning, trying to stop. The big tires lock up in
5470 clouds of tire-smoke. The rig comes to a shuddering stop just short
5471 of the wrecked chopper.
5472
5473183A The shaken DRIVER jumps down.
5474 The behind the wreckage a cop emerges, walking toward him.
5475
5476 DRIVER
5477 Goddamn, are you alri --
5478
5479183B SSSHHCK! T-1000 drives a blade through the man's abdomen and walks
5480 on past without slowing, or even looking at him.
5481
5482183C It climbs into the open cab of the tanker. Releases the brake.
5483 As the truck bellows are rolls forward we see the large blue letters
5484 on the side which say "CRYOCO INC. LIQUID NITROGEN SUPPLY'.
5485
5486184 AT THE SWAT VAN John and Terminator are carrying Sarah out of the
5487 wreck. Terminator has the M-79 slung over his shoulder, the
5488 bandolier of grenades, and his .45 stuck in his waistband. John has
5489 borrowed a 12-GAUGE RIOT GUN from the SWATs.
5490
5491184A The pickup they passes seconds earlier pulls up to them. The DRIVER,
5492 A Hispanic guy in his 50's, is getting out to help them. Terminator
5493 and John hear a CRASH and look back as the
5494185 helicopter wreckage is knocked aside by the accelerating tanker truck.
5495
5496186 JOHN
5497 Holy shit. Come on, Mom... we gotta keep
5498 moving... come on --
5499
5500 TERMINATOR
5501 (to the pickup owner)
5502 We need your truck.
5503
5504 The guy seems to know better than to try and stop him as Terminator
5505 slides Sarah into the front seat and climbs in behind the wheel. John
5506 runs to the passenger side.
5507
5508187 THE TANKER ROARS, spewing smoke from its chrome stacks as it shifts
5509 up through the gears.
5510
5511188 Terminator slams the pickup in gear, checking the rear-view. The
5512 tanker is a hundred feet behind them now, and really moving.
5513 Terminator puts the throttle down, but the pickup is and old slug
5514 loaded down by a heavy home-made wooden camper-shell. It accelerates
5515 slowly.
5516
5517189 THE TANKER slams into one end of the SWAT van, spinning it out of the
5518 way with a roar and screech of twisting metal. The 18-wheeler shifts
5519 to a higher gear, still accelerating.
5520
5521190 INT./EXT. PICKUP TRUCK
5522
5523 With the tanker right behind them, Terminator cuts the wheel, swerving
5524 the pickup back and forth across the lanes.
5525 The big rig stays right on them, it tanker whiplashing violently.
5526
5527 JOHN
5528 Faster! He's right on us!
5529
5530 Terminator doesn't reply. He rapidly unslings the blooper, still
5531 around his neck, and reaches for a grenade.
5532
5533191 LOW ANGLE ON THE TRACTOR-TRAILER as it roars right up to the lens,
5534 filling frame with chrome and lights.
5535
5536191A K-WHAM!! It rams the backs of the pickup, sending it skidding.
5537
5538191B Then the T-1000 pulls the tractor trailer up alongside the pickup and
5539 crabs over, sandwiching it against the center divider. The spinning
5540 chrome hubs tear into the passenger side door and the guard rail
5541 screeches along the other side.
5542
5543 The pickup bucks and shakes insanely. It ricochets violently between
5544 the big-rig and the divider
5545 Horrible SCREECH of tortured steel.
5546 Sparks pour in sheets of fire from both sides.
5547 The windshield shatters as the door-posts buckle in.
5548 Metal and glass shower in through the side windows.
5549 The frame twists and buckles. John feels like the fillings are being
5550 shaken right out of his teeth.
5551 The wooden camper disintegrates, falling away as kindling behind
5552 them.
5553
5554191C INT. TANKER CAB
5555
5556 T-1000 holds the wheel hard over, mercilessly grinding the pickup.
5557 The whole rig jerks and shakes with the violence of the sustained
5558 hammering.
5559
5560191D INT./EXT. PICKUP
5561
5562 Terminator slides toward the passenger side. Keeping his foot on the
5563 gas he lifts John over him and puts him in the driver's seat.
5564
5565 TERMINATOR
5566 Drive for a minute.
5567
5568 JOHN
5569 Where you going?!
5570
5571 Terminator slams the shattered windshield with the palm of his hand.
5572 Held together by the plastic laminate, the windshield flops out of its
5573 frame. It flies over the top of the truck.
5574
5575191E Terminator pushes his upper body out over the dashboard and stands up.
5576 He turns and aims the M-79 one-handed.
5577191F POOM! The grenade misses the T-1000 by less than a foot. It EXPLODES
5578 against the front bulkhead of the tanker, almost at the top. Liquid
5579 nitrogen pours from the opening, swept back by the 60-mph windstream.
5580
5581191G The big-rig swerves as T-1000 regains control. The tanker swings like
5582 a pendulum behind the cab.
5583
5584191H The pickup accelerates, getting back out in front by a few yards.
5585 Behind it the big-rig is trailing a swirling comet-tail of nitrogen
5586 vapor. It is gaining again.
5587
5588 Terminator, still standing, opens the breech and starts to reload.
5589191I John cuts across the highway and takes an OFF RAMP.
5590
5591191J T-1000 swerves the smoking behemoth across the lanes and down the
5592 ramp after him, still accelerating. It is twenty feet behind them
5593 and closing when Terminator closes the breech and FIRES.
5594
5595191K The grenade hits the front grill and EXPLODES.
5596 The radiator is destroyed, along with half the hood. Steam blasts
5597 out, obscuring the whole front of the truck.
5598
5599191L The semi rams the back of the pickup again. Spewing smoke and vapor
5600 like some demon locomotive, the tractor-trailer pounds into the back
5601 of the pickup. Driving it right through the intersection at the
5602 bottom of the ramp, and straight toward --
5603
5604 EXT. STEEL MILL
5605
5606 The chase has led them to an area of heavy industry.
5607
5608192 THE GATES are blasted off their hinges as the semi rams the pickup
5609 right through them. Terminator struggles to reload amid the chaos
5610 and impacts. He has THREE GRENADES LEFT on the bandolier.
5611
5612 John isn't even steering. They are just being pushed. There's
5613 nothing he can do. They are rocketing down the broad thoroughfare
5614 which leads directly to the MAIN BUILDING of the plant.
5615
5616192A Terminator pulls himself onto the roof of the pickup.
5617 He leaps to the bed, takes two powerful strides and --
5618 Leaps onto the semi. He climbs rapidly onto the hood.
5619192B And FIRES POINT BLANK THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD.
5620 Right into T-1000's face.
5621 The EXPLOSION blows out all the glass and fills the cab with smoke
5622 and fire Terminator grabs onto the air-horn as the truck starts to
5623 SHUDDER AND
5624192C SCREAM. IT IS JACK-KNIFING.
5625 Almost dream-slow the cab begins to swing sideways, until its tires
5626 are shrieking over the pavement. The tractor is smashed back at
5627 right-angles to the tanker-trailer which begins to slide broadside.
5628
5629192D The juggernaut bucks and shudders as the tires and smoke sideways
5630 across the pavement.
5631 It begins to topple.
5632 Terminator hold on as the side of cab becomes the top.
5633 With an unholy scream, like the unoiled hubs of Hell, the whole rig
5634 slides on its side at 60 mph toward the steel mill. A sheet of sparks
5635 sixty feet wide trails behind it on the pavement.
5636
5637192E John sees what's behind him, then snaps around to see the building
5638 looming right in front. The huge rolling doors are partly open.
5639 No choice.
5640 He steers right through them into the mill, as --
5641
5642192F Terminator, with one second to go, leaps from the cab --
5643 He flies through the open doors as --
5644 The tanker hits the building and --
5645
5646193 INT. STEEL MILL/MAIN AISLE
5647
5648 Terminator slams to the floor of the mill and rolls, as --
5649 The tanker-trailer smashed into a massive concrete support at one side
5650 of the doors. Thunderous carnage of twisting metal. o
5651193A It splits wide open. A river of liquid nitrogen pours out at -230.
5652
5653193B John hits the brakes, sliding out of control. He slows almost to a
5654 stop but hits a steel support column head-on. He and Sarah are
5655 slammed forward, hard.
5656
5657193C Terminator, still clutching the M-79 blooper, rolls and slides across
5658 the floor.
5659 He smashes through a railing and slams up against the base of a
5660 massive machine.
5661
5662193D The semi cab swings about the trailer wreckage, into the building, and
5663 shudders to a stop. Liquid nitrogen sprays over the cab, flooding out
5664 around it in a HISSING WAVEFRONT OF ULTRACOLD.
5665 Freezing vapor swirls everywhere, obscuring the wreck.
5666
5667193E TERMINATOR lies still. A beat. Then he rolls weakly, rising on one
5668 elbow to survey the scene.
5669
5670193F IN THE WRECKED PICKUP, John stirs. He is stunned, and blood runs from
5671 his nose. Dazed, he realizes he is in a steel mill. There are
5672 sirens, and he can see men running... shouting. He turns and sees
5673 what they are running from...
5674
5675193G The wall of nitrogen vapor spreads from the demolished tanker. It is
5676 a strange vista of fire and ice. The huge SMELTERS pour out orange
5677 light and fire from the sides of the huge galley, while the freezing
5678 vapor rolls down the center.
5679
5680193H TIGHT ON THE WRECK. A billowing gray cloud. Deep inside, the shape
5681 of the cab in visible. A FIGURE emerges, pulling itself out. It
5682 drops to the floor. The hissing, boiling river of liquid nitrogen
5683 flows around its feet.
5684
5685194 The T-1000 staggers, moving slowly, painfully. It has finally been
5686 affected by something. Its feet are freezing to the ground as it
5687 walks...
5688
5689194A CLINK! One of its feet breaks off at a glassy angle. It stumbles
5690 forward, and --
5691194B Its other foot snaps off. As it catches its balance on the stump of
5692 its other ankle,
5693194C the whole lower leg shatters at the impact. It topples forward to its
5694 knees.
5695 Catches itself on one hand. Liquid nitrogen flows around the hand.
5696
5697 Now the hand is stuck to the pavement.
5698194D The T-1000 pulls and... CLINK! The hand snaps off at the wrist.
5699 It looks stupidly at the glassy stump of a wrist. For the first time
5700 we see an expression on its face we know to be a true one...
5701 The expression is pain. Agony. Its mouth opens in a soundless
5702 scream as the hoar-frost races up its legs, across its body.
5703194E And that's the position it freezes in.
5704 It has become a statue, kneeling in the frozen vapor, that surprised
5705 look of agony frozen on its face.
5706
5707 The liquid nitrogen stops flowing and begins to evaporate.
5708194F Terminator, just beyond the boundary of the cold, can see the T-1000
5709 clearly.
5710 He draws his .45 and aims.
5711
5712 TERMINATOR
5713 Hasta la vista, baby.
5714
5715194G K-POW! The single shot blows the T-1000 into a million diamonds
5716 spraying up into the air. They shimmer across the ground for twenty
5717 feet in all directions.
5718 Terminator lowers the gun, satisfied.
5719 He looks like he needs a vacation.
5720
5721195 JOHN AND SARAH have seen it from the pickup. She is in bad shape.
5722 Conscious but very weak. He tries the door. It's jammed. He kicks
5723 it open.
5724
5725 JOHN
5726 Okay, Mom, we gotta get out now, come on.
5727 That's it.
5728
5729 He helps her slide down from the seat of the truck. Her knees give
5730 way. John has to take a lot of her weight. He reaches in and picks
5731 up the riot gun off the seat. They hobble toward --
5732
5733195A TERMINATOR. On his knees, he looks into the dissipating cloud of
5734 vapor. The heat of the furnaces has evaporated all the liquid
5735 nitrogen.
5736
5737196 INSERT, TIGHT ON THE FLOOR - the T-1000 shards are melting,
5738 liquefying. Hundreds of drops of mercury, spattered across the floor.
5739 Orange light of the enormous black-furnaces dances on liquid metal.
5740
5741197 TERMINATOR struggles to rise. One arm is shattered, the hand smashed
5742 and useless. And some leg-servos are damaged. He can barely stand.
5743 John and Sarah arrive.
5744
5745 TERMINATOR
5746 We don't have much time.
5747
5748 JOHN
5749 What?
5750
5751 Terminator points. John and Sarah watch as --
5752
5753198 INSERT, T-1000 DROPLETS are creeping together. Fusing into larger
5754 blobs. These pools shiver and run together, soon forming a central
5755 mass.
5756
5757199 ON JOHN AND SARAH, realizing it's not over.
5758
5759 JOHN
5760 Come on! Let's go!
5761
5762 Terminator gets one of Sarah's arms over his shoulder and they go.
5763 BEHIND THEM, something is moving.
5764200 A HEAD is forming up out of a pool mercury. it rises, as shoulders
5765 form. hunching up from the liquid mass. Half-formed, it turns to
5766 look straight at them.
5767
5768 John looks back in new terror as --
5769
5770 The T-1000 rises to man-height. It is still in mercury form, but its
5771 features are forming rapidly. It takes its first step after them.
5772 Sarah stumbles and they pull her up.
5773201 Terminator himself has a pronounces limp, dragging one leg with a
5774 shattered ankle joint. John's the one pulling, straining, driving
5775 them forward. They round a corner into --
5776
5777202 INT. AISLE BETWEEN FURNACES
5778
5779 It is a maze of monstrous machinery. The heat is tremendous.
5780 The air shivers with a pounding roar.
5781 Sarah cries out in pain and stumbles again.
5782
5783 JOHN
5784 Come on, Mom, you can do it! Come on!!
5785
5786 They drag her up, and stagger on. Her leg is bathed in blood and she
5787 is deathly pale. He looks back.
5788
5789203 INT, MAIN GALLERY
5790
5791 The T-1000 steps INTO FRAME. Fully formed. The hell-fire light
5792 glints on its impassive cop face. It walks forward. At first it
5793 seems unaffected by its crystallization but --
5794
5795203A ANGLE ON ITS HAND as it touches a railing in passing. The railing is
5796 covered with O.S.H.A. yellow-and-black safety tape.
5797 The hand turns yellow and black, the color fading to normal by about
5798 the elbow. It rips the hand from the railing with difficulty. There
5799 is a sound like adhesive tape ripping off a surface.
5800
5801203B The T-1000 looks at its yellow-and-black striped hand. It wills the
5802 hand back to normal. We see ripples of "static" or system noise
5803 moving subtly over the surface of its body. It's starting to
5804 "glitch".
5805
5806203C TRACKING WITH THE T-1000'S FEET. With each step, the pattern on the
5807 tile floor "invades" its lower legs. Fades as the foot is lifted.
5808 Returns as it is set down. The foot is trying to meld with the floor.
5809 The chameleonic function is out of control.
5810 The T-1000 is losing it. It moves forward, searching. It rounds the
5811 corner, entering the aisle between the furnaces.
5812
5813204 INT. AISLE
5814
5815 Terminator sees the SILHOUETTE closing on them through the smoky
5816 gleam. The T-1000 breaks into loping run when it sees them,
5817 Terminator turns to Sarah over John.
5818
5819 TERMINATOR
5820 Keep going.
5821
5822 John shakes his head no. The T-1000 is almost on them.
5823
5824 TERMINATOR
5825 RUN!
5826
5827 John runs, dragging, half-carrying Sarah as best he can.
5828 She can barely stay conscious. Half-running, delirious, she stumbles
5829 and drops to her knees. John pulls but she can't rise.
5830
5831 JOHN
5832 (crying, shouting)
5833 Come on, you gotta try... please, Mom. Get up!
5834
5835 John looks back to see --
5836
5837204A TERMINATOR trying to load the M-79. With his shattered hand, he can
5838 barely maneuver is last grenade into the breech.
5839 T-1000 smacks the weapon out of his hands. It clatters to the floor.
5840
5841 The grenade spins across the floor, rolling under some machinery.
5842 Terminator lunges, slamming the T-1000 against a wall with all his
5843 weight. The battle is joined.
5844
5845204B JOHN AND SARAH have reached the back of the aisle. It is a cul-de-
5846 sac, blocked on the end by the base of an IMMENSE SMELTER CRUCIBLE.
5847 They turn to watch the titans battle in silhouette, backlit by the
5848 molten sparks falling from the furnaces above. The battle which will
5849 decide their fate.
5850
5851204C Terminator grabs the T-1000 and hurls it with awesome force against
5852 the opposite wall of the narrow alley. In less time than it would
5853 take to turn, the
5854204D T-1000 morphs trough itself, front to back... face emerging from the
5855 back of its head.
5856204E It comes off the wall straight at Terminator, who smashes his good
5857 fist into its face. The pile-driver blow buries Terminator's fist
5858 almost to the elbow.
5859
5860204F But the T-1000's head morphs in a split-second into a hand which grips
5861 Terminator's wrist, and the head "emerges" somewhere else, the
5862 geometry shifting faster than we can follow.
5863204G The T-1000 slams Terminator into a large machine, jamming his arm into
5864 the moving works. A massive sliding bar SCISSORS HIS ARM, smashing it
5865 into junk at the elbow, pinning him in the machine.
5866
5867 Terminator strains against the machine pinning him. We hear his
5868 servos whining with overload. The T-1000 turns and lopes toward Sarah
5869 and John.
5870
5871 Sarah screams and hurls John into a gap between the machines. He
5872 falls into a maze of pipes and girders.
5873
5874205 INT. MAZE OF MACHINES
5875
5876 JOHN turns to see her in the entrance of the narrow gap. She could
5877 follow him but she doesn't. SUDDENLY a dark mass moves toward him.
5878 John gasps as a huge steel counterweight, driven by a chain 6 inches
5879 thick, slides toward him. He rolls out of the way. When he looks
5880 back, he cannot see the opening.
5881
5882 JOHN
5883 Mom! MOMMM!!
5884
5885206 INT. AISLE BETWEEN FURNACES
5886
5887 TERMINATOR strains to reach a 6-foot steel bar lying near him. Steel
5888 workers use them to move the red-hot ingots around. He gets hold of
5889 the end and uses it as a lever. With titanic effort he spreads the
5890 massive components which are holding him, and withdraws him arm, which
5891 is severed at the elbow. Dangling junk hands from the crushed joint.
5892
5893207 SARAH has lost sight of John. It is much of a goodbye as they will
5894 have.
5895 She turns as the T-1000 closes on her. She is half-slumped against
5896 the sooty machines, looking barely conscious. She struggles to load
5897 a shell into the empty weapon. At the last instant she whips up the
5898 RIOT GUN and FIRES.
5899
5900A207 T-1000's face is blown open, but quickly reforms as it closes on her.
5901 She fumbles to get another shell into the magazine but --
5902A208 THUNK! A steel needle slams through her shoulder, pinning her.
5903 The polymorphic killer cocks back its other hand. The index finger
5904 extends as a gleaming needle, toward her eye --
5905
5906 T-1000
5907 Call to John. Now.
5908
5909207C WHAM!! SOMETHING whistles down on the T-1000 with such force that is
5910 cleaves it head and body in two down to the naval. The 6-foot steel
5911 bar is imbedded in its body. Terminator hurls the killer off Sarah.
5912
5913207D The T-1000 pulls the steel shaft out of itself and attacks him with
5914 fury.
5915 Swinging again and again. Hammering Terminator back. Terminator
5916 falls back against the wall.
5917
5918 Behind the T-1000 is an enormous I-beam, hanging from two chains. It
5919 is used to lift ingots into the smelters, and it runs on a linear
5920 track.
5921207E The T-1000 grabs the I-beam and rolls it down the track. Straight at
5922 Terminator. The two-ton girder smashes into his chest, crushing the
5923 armor.
5924 The T-1000 pulls the I-beam back, and then heaves it forward again.
5925 Terminator turns and takes the second blow on the shoulder. We hear
5926 metal crush and break inside him. He sags, turning to grip the
5927 wall...
5928 The third blow slams into his back, smashing his spine and pelvis. We
5929 hear servos ratcheting and failing. He drops to his knees, crucified
5930 on a wall of machinery.
5931 The fourth blow is centered between his shoulder blades. Sound of
5932 crushing metal. His skull is partially caved in.
5933 He slides to the floor.
5934
5935207F ON THE T-1000, emotionless as it walks forward.
5936
5937207G TERMINATOR is a pathetic shape on the floor. He is trying to crawl,
5938 feebly.
5939 Dragging his malfunctioning legs behind the crushed spine. His arm
5940 stump screeches on the tile floor as he inches himself forward. His
5941 exposed machine eye burns red with determination.
5942
5943 We see his prize. He has the M-79, with the breech still open,
5944 cradled in the crook of his ruined arm. He good hand, the exposed
5945 steel one, is reaching for the last grenade, which is visible under
5946 the skirt of the massive smelter base. His metal fingers reach out
5947 for it as --
5948
5949207H The T-1000 raises the heavy steel bar over his head and stabs it down
5950 with unbelievable force. It punches into Terminator's back, through a
5951 gap in the shattered armor. The T-1000 levers it back and forth,
5952 widening the hole. Then is raises the pointed bar again and slams it
5953 down.
5954 It punches right through. Emerging from Terminator's chest.
5955 And into the floor. He is pinioned. The cyborg sags face down and
5956 stop moving. The light goes out of his eye.
5957
5958 CUT TO:
5959
5960208 INT. MAZE OF MACHINERY
5961
5962 John scuttles like a rat through the gut of the smelter. Above him,
5963 vast machines churn untended. He hears a voice... SARAH'S
5964 Calling low and urgent to him.
5965
5966 SARAH
5967 John? John? Can you hear me? Where are you?
5968
5969208A He crawls out of the shadows.
5970 Onto a landing next to one of the SMELTER CRUCIBLES. Molten steel
5971 glows bright orange in the crucible of the furnace. Heat shimmers
5972 the air, giving everything a hallucinatory quality.
5973
5974 John sees Sarah nearby, limping toward him. She can barely move, her
5975 leg bathed in blood. He runs toward her.
5976
5977 SARAH
5978 (gasping)
5979 Help me, honey...
5980
5981 TIGHT ON SARAH, her stoic face, as she hobbles forward, reaching out
5982 to him. Something rises behind her, OUT OF FOCUS.
5983
5984209 ANOTHER, IDENTICAL, SARAH... but this one has a shotgun.
5985 Aimed right at us.
5986
5987209A JOHN freezes. Which is which? He looks down. The first Sarah's
5988 feet are melded with the floor, sucking and fusing with the tiles as
5989 she walks. They have the color and pattern of the tiles up to the
5990 knee.
5991
5992 SARAH
5993 John, get out of the way!!
5994
5995 JOHN
5996 (screaming)
5997 SHOOT!!!!
5998
5999209B John dives aside. The Sarah-form spins, changing into you-know-who.
6000 Sarah starts unloading the shotgun into it. BOOM! It staggers back.
6001 K-CHAK. She chambers another round. BOOM! It staggers again.
6002 K-CHAK. BOOM! And again. And again.
6003
6004209C The T-1000 is blown back a step and Sarah advances with each shot.
6005 The craters in the T-1000's body "heal" slowly. Its power is waning.
6006 She FIRES again. And again. Her eyes blazing with feral intensity.
6007 She walks it back, right to the edge of the pit of MOLTEN STEEL.
6008
6009 K-CHAK... CLICK. She's empty. The T-1000 is right at the edge. In a
6010 second it will recover its composure, as its crater hits close slowly.
6011 She has failed. Now it will kill them both,
6012 Except...
6013
6014210 CLOSEUP TERMINATOR, as the chain drive brings it into view.
6015 Half human flesh, half chrome steel.
6016 His red eye gazes right at us as he --
6017 FIRES.
6018
6019210A The T-1000 takes the round in the belly. The grenade EXPLODES inside
6020 its body. A huge hole is blown clean through it, and it is ripped
6021 open and peeled back, half inside-out. It topples into the molten
6022 steel and --
6023
6024211 The T-1000's head and upper body reappear above the molten steel.
6025 It is screaming. A terrifying, inhuman siren of a scream.
6026 It is changing, morphing, transforming into anything and everything
6027 it's ever been so rapidly the eye can barely follow it --
6028 We catch a glimpse of Janelle Voight checkered with the linoleum tile
6029 colors, Lewis the Guard with knives exploding from his face, other
6030 faces, switching at a stroboscopic rate now... a face every two frames
6031 until they merge into one face --
6032
6033 The T-1000 screams and slips beneath the surface of the molten steel.
6034 We see liquid silver running in dissipating whorls over the
6035 superheated surface... until it vanishes, swirling into nothing.
6036
6037212 JOHN runs to Sarah. She stands staring into the pit. The empty
6038 shotgun slips from her fingers. Clatters to the floor. He sees that
6039 she's okay and he runs to the fallen Terminator.
6040
6041212A The crippled cyborg is trying to rise. Its servos whine and stutter.
6042 It pathetically lifts itself to a kneeling position, collapses...
6043 tries again.
6044 John lifts for all he's worth. Sarah joins them, helping.
6045 The help the crippled machine get on its feet. It can barely stand.
6046
6047 TERMINATOR
6048 I need a vacation.
6049
6050 They walk to the edge of the pit. Terminator looks down and sees
6051 that it is over.
6052
6053 JOHN
6054 (to Terminator)
6055 Is it dead?
6056
6057 TERMINATOR
6058 Terminated.
6059
6060 John unzips Sarah's backpack and takes out the hand of the first
6061 terminator.
6062
6063 JOHN
6064 Will it melt in there?
6065
6066 TERMINATOR
6067 Yes. Throw it in.
6068
6069 He does. It sinks into the lava. Vanishes.
6070
6071 TERMINATOR
6072 And the chip.
6073
6074 John takes it out of his pocket. Looks at it. Tosses it into the
6075 smelter.
6076
6077 SARAH
6078 It's finally over.
6079
6080 TERMINATOR
6081 No. There is another chip.
6082
6083 He touches a metal finger to the side of his head.
6084
6085 TERMINATOR
6086 And it must be destroyed also.
6087
6088 John suddenly understands what he means.
6089 Terminator looks at Sarah. They both know what must be done.
6090 John shakes his head.
6091
6092 JOHN
6093 No!
6094
6095 TERMINATOR
6096 I'm sorry, John.
6097
6098 JOHN
6099 No, no no!! It'll be okay. Stay with us!
6100
6101 TERMINATOR
6102 I have to go away, John.
6103
6104 JOHN
6105 Don't do it. Please... don't go --
6106
6107 Tears are streaming down his face.
6108
6109 TIGHT CLOSEUP TERMINATOR, turning toward John.
6110 The human side of his face is in shadow, so we see mostly the chrome
6111 skull and the red eye.
6112
6113 TERMINATOR
6114 It must end here... or I am the future.
6115
6116 JOHN
6117 I order you not to!
6118
6119 Terminator puts his hand on John's shoulder. He moves slightly and
6120 the human side of his face comes into the light.
6121 He reaches toward John's face. His metal finger touches the tear
6122 trickling down his cheek.
6123
6124 TERMINATOR
6125 I know now why you cry. But it is something I
6126 can never do.
6127 (to both of them)
6128 Goodbye.
6129
6130 Sarah looks at Terminator. Reaches out her hand to shake it.
6131 They lock eyes. Warriors. Comrades.
6132
6133 SARAH
6134 Are you afraid?
6135
6136 TERMINATOR
6137 Yes.
6138
6139 He turns and steps off the edge.
6140213 They watch him sink into the lava.
6141 He disappears... the metal hand sinking last... at the last second it
6142 forms into a fist with the thumb extended... a final thumbs up.
6143 Then it is gone.
6144
6145214 HOLD ON JOHN AND SARAH, watching through the heat ripples as we --
6146
6147 DISSOLVE TO:
6148
6149215 THE SUN, PURE IN A CLOUDLESS SKY
6150 Tilting down reveal that we are in a park, very green. People are
6151 casually dressed, having fun. Cycling, reading... children are
6152 playing in a playground.
6153
6154 Beyond the line of tree we see the skyline of Washington, D.C., with
6155 the Capital Building and the Washington Monument. The skyline is
6156 subtly changed, with a lot of new buildings, advanced high-rises.
6157 A CARD APPEARS
6158
6159 July 11, 2029
6160
6161 WE BOOM DOWN AND TRACK LATERALLY through a playground in the
6162 foreground. Children swinging on swings. Sliding down slides.
6163 Timeless things that 4 decades of technical advancement will not
6164 change. As we track we hear:
6165
6166 SARAH (V.O.)
6167 August 29th 1997 came and went. Nothing much
6168 happened. Michael Jackson turned forty. There
6169 was no Judgment Day. People went to work as
6170 they always do, laughed, complained, watched
6171 TV, made love.
6172
6173 We pass a jungle gym, neither melted nor burned, but full of kids
6174 swinging and yelling raucously. Past it we drop down to see a boy
6175 pumping the pedals of a tricycle.
6176
6177 SARAH (V.O.)
6178 I wanted to run down the street yelling... to
6179 grab them all and say "Every day form this day
6180 is a gift. Use it well!" Instead I got drunk.
6181
6182 STILL TRACKING we come to rest on an elderly woman seated on a bench.
6183 It is SARAH, now 64 years old. The world has aged her, but she seems
6184 at peace in this moment. She speaks into a microcassette recorder.
6185
6186 SARAH (V.O.)
6187 That was thirty years ago. But the dark future
6188 which never came still exists for me, and it
6189 always will, like the traces of a dream lingering
6190 in the morning light. And the war against the
6191 machines goes on. Or, to be more precise, the
6192 war against those who build the wrong machines.
6193
6194 There is a man in is forties playing with two small children
6195 nearby. He turns. It is John Connor. Through he has the same stern
6196 features in adulthood, there is no eye-patch, no scarring. He is far
6197 from the haggard man on grim destiny we saw in the world that might
6198 have been. But there is still penetrating intelligence, even wisdom,
6199 in his eyes.
6200
6201 SARAH (V.O.)
6202 John fights the war differently than it was
6203 foretold. Here, on the battlefield of the
6204 Senate, the weapons are common sense... and
6205 hope.
6206
6207 A FOUR-YEAR-OLD GIRL runs to her to have her shoelace tied.
6208
6209 GIRL
6210 Tie me, grandma.
6211
6212 Grandma Sarah smiles. It is the only time we have seen her smile so
6213 far. She bends as the little girls puts her foot up on the bench.
6214 She ties as we hear:
6215
6216 SARAH (V.O.)
6217 The luxury of hope was given to me by the
6218 Terminator. Because if a machine can learn
6219 the value of human life... maybe we can too.
6220
6221 Sarah ruffles the kids's hair as she runs off to play with her dad.
6222
6223 FADE OUT