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If they can get this on the tube by eleven, she may just call us. How do I look?
Like shit, boss.
Go! Go! He's got her.
Suspect westbound on Olympic. Grey sedan. Has hostage, repeat...
That Silberman just crack me up. He had this guy in here last week who set his Afghan on fire. Screwed it first, then set it on
Shut up.
...look, Lieutenant...uh, Vukovich, don't put me on hold and don't transfer me to another department...
I won't. Now just relax. Where are you? Yeah, I know it...on Pico. Are you alright?
Yes, but I don't want to leave. I think this guy's following me.
Alright, Ms. Connor. Listen carefully. You're in a public place, you'll be safe 'til we get there. Stay visible. Don't go outside or in the restroom. I'll be there in a few minutes.
Here, drink some of this...
Lieutenant, are you sure it's them? Maybe I should see the ...bodies.
They've already been identi fied. There's no doubt.
Sarah. Sarah, this is Dr. Silber man. I'd like you to tell him everything Reese said to you. Do you feel up to it?
I guess so. You're a doctor?
Why don't you just stretch out here and get some sleep. It'll take your mom a good hour to get here from Redlands.
I can't sleep.
Go ahead. You're safe. There're thirty cops in this building.
Okay.
So. You're a soldier. Fighting for whom?
With the One Thirty Second under Perry, from '21 to '27
The year 2027?
And who was the enemy?
SKYNET. A computer defense system built for SACNORAD by Cyber Dynamics. A modified Series 4800.
I see. And this...computer, thinks it can win by killing the mother of its enemy, kill ing him, in effect, before he is even conceived? A sort of retroactive abortion?
Yes.
...it had no choice. The defensive grid was smashed. We'd taken the mainframes... We'd won. Taking out Connor then would make no difference. Skynet had to wipe out his entire exist ence. We captured the lab complex. Found the...what ever it was called...the timedisplacement equipment. The Terminator had already gone through. They sent two of us to intercept, then zeroed the whole place. Sumner didn't make it.
Then how are you supposed to get back?
Can't. Nobody goes home. Nobody else comes through. It's just him and me.
You go naked. Something about the field generated by a living organism. Nothing dead will go.
Why?
I didn't build the fucking thing.
Okay. Okay. But this... cyborg...if it's metal...
Surrounded by living tissue.
Of course.
Why were the other two women killed?
Most official records were lost in the war. The computer knew almost nothing about Connor's mother. Her name. Where she lived, just the city. No scanner pictures. The Terminator was just being systematic.
You've heard enough. Decide. Are you going to release me?
I'm afraid that's not up to me.
Then why am I talking to you? Get out.
I can help you...
Who is in authority here?
Do you understand?
Yes. Don't hurt me.
I'm here to help you. Reese, Sergeant/TechCom, DN38416...
This is a mistake. I haven't done anything.
No. But you will. It's very important that you live.
But outside, it's living human tissue. Flesh, skin, hair...blood. Grown for the cyborgs.
Look, Reese, I know you want to help, but...
Pay attention. The 600 series had rubber skin. We spotted them easy. But these are new. They look human. Sweat, bad breath, everything. Very hard to spot. I had to wait 'til he moved on you before I could zero him.
Hey, I'm not stupid, y'know. They can't build anything like that yet.
No. Not yet. Not for about forty years.
So, it's from the future, is that right?
One possible future. Four your point of view. I don't know the tech stuff.
And you're from the future too?
Right.
Just let me go.
Listen. Understand. That Terminator is out there. It can't be reasoned with, it can't be bargained with...it doesn't feel pity of remorse or fear... and it absolutely will not stop. Ever. Until you are dead.
There's so much...
Tell me. Just start at the beginning.
everythingis gone. Just gone. There were survivors. Here. There. Nobody knew who started it. It was the machines.
I don't understand...
Defense network computer. New. Powerful. Hooked into everything. Trusted to run it all. They say it got smart...a new order of intelli gence. Then it saw all people as a threat, not just the ones on the other side. Decided out fate in a microsecond...extermination.
Didn't see the war. I was born after, in the ruins. Grew up there. Starving. Hiding from the HK's.
The what?
Hunter Killers. Patrol machines. Build in automated factories. Most of us were rounded up, put in camps...for orderly disposal.
You cold?
Freezing.
Come here.
Reese...you got a first name?
Kyle.
Kyle, what's it like when you go through time?
White light. Pain. Like being ripped inside out... slowly. Like being born, maybe.
I caught one, back there.
Caught one? You mean you got shot?
We gotta get you to a doctor.
It's okay. Forget it.
Forget it? Are you crazy? Let me see it.
This is gonna make me puke. Talk about something.
What?
Just talk. Tell me about my son. Is he tall?
What's he like?
You trust him. He's got that strength. You'd die in a second for John.
Well, at least I know what to name him. I don't suppose you'd know who the father is? So I don't tell him to get lost when I meet him.
John never said much about him. He dies. Even before the war...
Stop! I don't want to know. Hold still. So...it was John that ordered you here?
I volunteered.
You volunteered?
It was an honor. A chance to meet the legend. Sarah Connor. Who taught her son to fight...organize, prepare. From when he was a kid. When you were in hiding, before the war.
I'm sure.
Come on, me? The mother of the future? Am I tough? Organized? I can't even balance my checkbook. I cry when I see a cat that's been run over... and I don't even like cats.
Ow! No, it's okay. It's better tight.
And anyway, what do I know about guerrilla warfare?
You'll learn.
Look, Reese, I didn't ask for this honor and I don't want it. Any of it.
John gave me a message for you. Made me memorize it. 'Sarah"...this is the message... 'Sarah, thank you. For your courage through the dark years. I can't help you with what you must soon face, except to tell you that the future is not set... there is no such thing as Fate, but what we make for ourselves by our own will. You must be stronger than you imagine you can be. You must survive, or I will never exist.' That's all.
Good fielddressing.
You like it? It's my first.
Sleep. It'll be light soon.
Okay. Talk some more.