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Where do you stand on all this?
On all what?
On Furtwngler.
I don't know.
You represent the United States now. We have a moral duty to be just and we have to be seen to be just.
Major Arnold believes he has a moral duty, too.
Our duty is to help Furtwngler with his defence, That's why I want you to look at this... These are part of the transcripts of the trial at Nuremberg. We can't get them translated fast enough. But I guess you understand German, right?
... it's... like a giant strobe light, burning right through my eyes... but somehow I can still see. Look, you know the dream's the same every night, why do I have to
Please continue...
It's not just a dream. It's real, you moron! I know the date is happens!!
I'm sure it feels very real to you
On August 29th 1997 it's going to feel pretty fucking real to you, too! Anybody not wearing number two million sunblock in gonna have a real bad day, get it?
Relax now, Sarah
You think you're alive and safe, but you're already dead. Everybody, you, him... everybody... you're all fucking dead!
This T1000... what happens when you shoot it?
Ballistic penetration shocks it, but only for a few seconds.
Can it be destroyed?
Unknown.
You look like handmade shit.
So do you.
I'll bet. Makes you a more efficient killer, right?
Correct.
My CPU is a neuralnet processor... a learning computer. But Skynet presets the switch to "readonly" when we are sent out alone.
Doesn't want you thinking too much, huh?
No.
The man most directly responsible is Miles Bennet Dyson, Director of Special Projects at Cyberdyne Systems Corporation.
Why him?
In a few months he creates a revolutionary type of mircoprocessor.
Then what?
In three years Cyberdyne will become the largest supplier of military computer systems. All stealth bombers are upgraded with Cyberdyne computers, becoming fully unmanned, Afterward, the fly with a perfect operational record.
Uh huh, great. Then those fat fucks in Washington figure, what the hell, let a computer run the whole show, right?
Basically. The Skynet funding bill is passed. The system goes online August 4th, 1997. Human decisions are removed from strategic defense. Skynet begins to learn, at a geometric rate. It becomes selfaware at 2:14 a.m. eastern time, August 29. In a panic, they try to pull the plug.
And Skynet fights back.
Yes. It launches its ICBMs against their targets in Russia.
Why attack Russia?
Because Skynet knows the Russian counterstrike will remove its enemies here.
Jesus. How much do you know about Dyson?
I have detailed files.
I want to know everything. What he looks like. Where he lives. Everything.
The CPU from the first terminator.
Son of a bitch, I knew it!
I must be destroyed.
Can you get us in there, past security?
Is it safe for them here?
Take your kids. Go to a hotel. Right now. Don't pack. Let's go.
It's finally over.
No. There is another chip.
Are you afraid?
Yes.
It has helped me a lot to have a goal, something to look forward to.
And what it that?
You said I could be transferred to the minimum security wing and have visitors if I showed improvement in six months. Well, it's been six months, and I was looking forward to seeing my son.
I see. Let's go back to what you were saying about these terminator machines. Now you think they don't exist?
But you've told me on many occasions about how you crushed one in a hydraulic press.
If I had, there would have been some evidence. They would have found something at the factory.
I see. So you don't believe anymore that the company covered it up?
So what do you think, Doctor? I've shown a lot of improvement, haven't I?
You see, Sarah... here's the problem. I know how smart you are, and I think you're just telling me what I want to hear. I don't think you really believe who you've been telling me today.
You broke my arm!
There's 215 bones in the human body, motherfucker. That's one. Now don't move!
You're already dead, Silberman. Everybody here dies. You know I believe that. So don't fuck with me!
Open the goddamn door!
I know. This is a dream, Sarah.
Oh. Yeah. They... make me take this stuff...
I love you. I always will.
Oh, God... Kyle. I need you so much.
They took him from me.
It's John who's the target now. You have to protect him. He's wide open.
I know!
Don't quit, Sarah. Our son need you.
I know, but I'm not as strong as I'm supposed to be. I can't do it. I'm screwing up the mission.
Remember the message... the future is not set. There is not fate but what we make for ourselves.
Kyle, don't go!
There's not much time left in the world, Sarah.
Out of the way, John!
No! Don't kill him!
It, John. Not him. It.
Alright, it! We need it!
We're better off by ourselves.
But it's the only proof we have to the future... about the war and all that.
I don't trust it! These things are hard to kill, John, believe me, I know. We may never have this opportunity again.
Look, Mom, if I'm supposed to ever be this great leader, you should start listening to my leadership ideas once in a while. 'Cause if you won't, nobody else will.
Yeah. Drag, huh?
I need to know how Skynet get built. Who's responsible?
Mom? You okay?
I couldn't... oh, God. You... came here... to stop me?
Uh huh.
It's okay. It'll by okay. We'll figure it out.
I love you, John. I always have.
I know, Mom. I know.
Yeah. Right. How were you supposed to know? Fucking men... all you know how to do is thrust into the world with your... fucking ideas and your weapons. Did you know that every gun in the world is named after a man? Colt, Browning, Smith, Thompson, Kalashnikov... all men. Men built the hydrogen bomb, not women... men like you thought it up. You're so creative. You don't know what it's like to really create something... to create a life. To feel it growing inside you. All you know how to create is death... you fucking bastards.
Mom, Mom, we need to be more constructive here. I don't see this as a genderrelated issue. She's still tense. We still have to figure out how to stop it all from happening. Right?
I got it. Piece of cake.
Go! I'll finish here.
Ready to rock?
Ready.
John, get out of the way!!
SHOOT!!!!
Your foster parents are kinda dicks, right?
Gimme that Phillips right there.