Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines

The future has not been written.

There is no fate but what we make for ourselves.

I wish I could believe that.

My name is John Connor.

They tried to murder me before I was born.

When I was 13, they tried again.

Machines from the future.

Terminators.

All my life, my mother told me the storm was coming.

-Judgement Day. -Connor!

The beginning of a war between man and machines.

Three billion lives would vanish in an instant.

And I would lead what was left of the human race to ultimate victory.

It hasn't happened.

No bombs fell.

Computers didn't take control.

We stopped Judgement Day.

I should feel safe...

... but I don't.

So I live off the grid.

No phone, no address.

No one and nothing can find me.

I've erased all connections to the past.

But as hard as I try...

... I can't erase my dreams...

... my nightmares.

I feel the weight of the future bearing down on me.

A future I don't want.

So I keep running...

... as fast as I can.

Anywhere.

Nowhere.

Oh, my God.

Are you okay?

Do you want me to call 911?

I like this car.

What are you--?

You, in the silver Lexus. Slow down.

Slow down and pull over immediately.

Lady, have you any idea how fast you were going?

Let me see your licence and registration.

I like your gun.

What?

This stupid thing's not working.

What's wrong with this thing?

I hate machines.

-Hello? -Kate, it's your father.

You're blowing me off again.

I'm so sorry. You know how much I wanted to see you this weekend.

-We're having computer problems-- -I know, you can't talk about it.

It's just...

... Scott was really looking forward to this.

Katie. I wish I had more time to get to know him. I really do.

That's okay. You're bound to run into him at the wedding.

Please. I'm still in a state of denial about that.

-You're not the only one. -Hey, kiddo.

You don't need me to pass judgement on this guy.

You've done the right thing your whole life.

You won't make a mistake. You never do.

I'm the luckiest father in the world, you know?

I've never had to be afraid for my daughter.

Listen, I hate this. I gotta run. Come see me. I promise I won't cancel.

We will.

-Bye, Dad, I love you. -Love you too.

-Okay, what have we got? -This new computer virus is tricky.

It's infected half the civilian Internet as well as secondary military apps.

-Payroll, inventory. -Primary defence nets are still clean?

So far the firewalls are holding up.

Sir, the Pentagon has proposed we use our AI to scan the infrastructure.

Search and destroy for any hint of the virus.

I know, Tony, but that's like going after a fly with a bazooka.

Once the connection's made, it should only be minutes.

During which we put everything under the control of one computer system.

The most intelligent system ever conceived.

I still prefer to keep humans in the loop.

I'm not sure Skynet's ready.

Yes, sir.

Thanks.

You're supposed to go around to the back.

Hey, I said you're supposed to go--

-Take off your clothes. -Patience, honey.

Bitch. Wait your turn.

-Your clothes. -Talk to the hand.

Now.

Welcome to Jim's Burgers. Can I take your order?

- Jose Barrera? - Yeah, that's me.

Growing concern over widespread outages in the global digital network...

... have prompted rumours of a new computer super-virus.

- Wall Street analysts are confident.... -Shit! My mom's home.

Here. Hide the beer. Hide the beer. Here. Take that.

Go, go, go.

Elizabeth and William Anderson?

I'm Bill. My sister's upstairs. Is there something wrong?

What's going on?

I have to go to the clinic. It's an emergency.

It's 4:30 in the morning.

Well, I'll be back before you get up.

Cool it, guys, it's just me.

We've got a sick cat coming in.

Great.

Junkies.

Please, don't do that.

I suppose it was you who ripped us off last week.

Put the phone down.

Sorry.

I just....

I needed some medicine.

There's an emergency clinic half a mile away.

Can't do that.

How much did you take?

-Enough. -Well...

... this is the stuff we use to chemically neuter dogs.

Take a look.

Hey!

Jesus! You didn't have to do that!

Next time bring a clue, not a paintball gun.

-No, this isn't what you think. -Yeah, right.

I think Hercules has got pneumonia. He started coughing and won't stop.

-Betsy, I've got a problem in the back. -A problem? This is an emergency!

-It sounds like a hairball. -I know what a hairball sounds like.

-Where's Dr. Monroe? -It's 5:30 in the morning.

I'm sure he's home sleeping. He'll come in if he has to.

Just wait in here with Hercules and I'll be a few minutes, all right?

Mike Kripke's basement.

What? What does that mean?

You're John Connor.

I'm Kate Brewster.

We went to West Hills Junior High together.

-Jesus. -What happened to you, John?

Middle of eighth grade, you just disappeared.

And there was that thing about your foster parents.

Yeah, they were murdered.

I didn't do it.

What the hell?

Is somebody with you?

Katherine Brewster?

No.

John Connor was here. Where did he go?

Tell me. Where did he go?

Katherine Brewster?

What are you doing? Let me down!

Let me down! Let me down!

Where is John Connor?

If I tell you, will you let me go?

Yes.

He's...

... in the kennel, in a cage.

You said that you'd let me go.

I lied.

Please, please, please. You have to let me go!

John Connor.

It is time.

You here to kill me?

No. You must live.

Why are you here?

-Where are we going? -Keep moving.

Get out of here.

Now!

-No pulse. -See if you can get him down.

I can't.

This guy weighs a ton.

-911. -Yes. Yes. I'm being kidnapped.

- Where are you now? -I don't know where. I'm in my truck.

It's a Toyota Tundra.

It says "Emery Animal Hospital" on the side. I'm locked inside the back.

Hello?

Hello?

Shit! Shit!

Get off.

Let me out!

What are you doing here?

You tell me. You got me into this.

-Stop the car. -I can't. Not yet.

-You bastard! Stop the car! -Shut up!

Son of a bitch.

Goddamn it.

Look what you did to my car.

This is my company car, asshole.

Get your ass out here.

Get your ass out of the car. Now!

What are you doing?

If you don't have insurance, I'm gonna rip your balls off.

-I don't want any problems, okay? -Shut up!

Help!

Who's talking back there? What's going on?

-Calm down. -Shut up!

-I'm being kidnapped! Call the police! -Well, I'll be goddamned.

-Call 911! -A cop when you need one.

Help, please! Please!

Let me out of here! Help!

Get back here, asshole!

That's the cops! You have to pull over!

Yeah, first chance I get.

Hold on!

Stop it!

I'll drive.

Get out.

Excuse me.

Move over.

No sign of brain trauma.