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'Three billion human lives ended
on August 29, 1997.
'The survivors of the nuclear fire called the war Judgment Day.
'They lived only to face a new nightmare:
'the war against the machines.'
'The computer which controlled the machines, Skynet,
'sent two Terminators back through time.
'Their mission, to destroy the leader of the human resistance,
'John Connor, my son.
'The first Terminator was programmed to strike at me in the year 1984,
'before John was born.
'It failed.
'The second was set to strike at John himself when he was still a child.
'As before, the resistance was able to send a lone warrior,
'a protector for John.
'It was just a question of which one of them would reach him first.'
I need your clothes, your boots and your motorcycle.
You forgot to say please.
Ooh!
Oh!
Aagh! Get him off me!
Agh!
Pull it out! Pull it out!
Agh! Pull it out!
Take it.
(♪ GEORGE THOROGOOD: "Bad To The Bone")
♪ Now, on the day I was born...
Can't let you take the man's wheels, son.
Now, get off before I put you down.
♪ She said, "Leave this one alone"
♪ She could tell right away
♪ That I was bad to the bone
♪ Bad to the bone...
That's it, goddamn it.
♪ B-b-b-b-bad
♪ B-b-b-b-bad
♪ B-b-b-b-bad
♪ Bad to the bone
♪ Broke a thousand hearts
♪ Before I met you
♪ I'll break a thousand more, baby
♪ Before I am through
♪ I wanna be yours, pretty baby
♪ Yours and yours alone
♪ I'm here to tell ya I'm bad
♪ Bad to the bone
♪ B-b-b-b-bad
♪ B-b-b-b-bad
♪ B-b-b-b-bad ♪
R-31 David, Sherman Code Six
at the Sixth Street Bridge and Santa Fe
on electrical disturbance.
'Ten-four, R-31 David.'
Ugh!
- (Engine revving) - John!
John, get in there and clean up that pigsty of yours.
- John! - (Revs engine)
Your foster parents are kind of dicks, huh?
I swear, I have had it with that goddamn kid.
- He won't even answer me anymore. - (Todd) Honey, move.
Would you get off your butt and help me?
- Todd! - What?
He hasn't cleaned that room of his in a month.
Well, it's an emergency. Hang on. I'll get right on it.
- Come on! - John!
C'mon! Get your ass inside. Do what your mother tells you.
She's not my mother, Todd.
This next patient is interesting.
I've been following the case for years.
A 29-year-old female,
diagnosed as acute schizo-affective disorder.
The usual indicators: depression, anxiety,
violent acting out, delusions of persecution.
The delusional architecture is fairly unique.
She believes that a machine called the Terminator,
which looked human, of course,
was sent back through time to kill her.
That's original.
And also, that the father of her child
was a soldier sent back to protect her.
- No? - He was from the future too.
The year 2029, if I remember correctly.
And here we are.
Morning, Sarah.
Good morning, Dr Silberman. How's the knee?
Fine, Sarah.
She, er... stabbed me in the kneecap with my pen a few weeks ago.
Repeated escape attempts...
Let's move on, shall we?
Lewis,
I don't like to see the patients disrupting their rooms like this.
- See she takes her Thorazine. - Sure. I'll take care of it.
Time to take you meds, Connor.
You take it.
You gotta be good. You're up for review this afternoon.
I'm not taking it.
- I don't want any trouble. - Ain't no trouble...
Yeah, zap her.
Last call, sugar.
Sweet dreams.
Are you the legal guardian of John Connor?
That's right, Officer. What's he done now?
- Could I speak with him, please? - You could if he were here.
He took off on his bike this morning so he could be anywhere.
- Do you have a photograph of John? - (Janelle) Yeah. Hold on.
You gonna tell me what this is about?
I just need to ask him a few questions.
He's a good-looking boy. Do you mind if I keep this picture?
No, go on. There was a guy here this morning looking for him, too.
Yeah, a big guy on a bike.
Has that got something to do with this?
No. I wouldn't worry about him.
Thanks for your cooperation.
Please insert your stolen card now.
PIN number.
Hurry up. This is taking too long.
Go, baby. Go, baby.
All right!
- PIN number 9003. - Where'd you learn this stuff from?
From my mom. My real mom, I mean.
Withdraw three-zero-zero bucks.
Come on, baby. Come on! Come on!
- Yes! - Hey, it worked.
All right. Easy money. Come on!
Yes! Piece of cake.
- Is that her? - Yes.
- She's pretty cool, huh? - No, she's a complete psycho.
That's why she's at Pescadero. It's a mental institute, OK?
She tried to blow up a computer factory,
but she got shot and arrested.
No shit.
She's a total loser.
Come on. Let's go spend some money.
Sarah.
Sarah, wake up.
Kyle?
You're dead.
Where's our son, Sarah?
They took him away from me.
- He's the target now. - I know!
He's alone. You have to protect him.
I know.
You tell me how I am supposed to do that.
He doesn't even believe me anymore.
I've lost him.
You're strong, Sarah.
- Stronger than you ever thought. - No.
On your feet, soldier!
I love you. I always will.
- I need you. - I'll always be with you.
Remember the message?
"The future is not set.
"There is no fate but what we make for ourselves."
Stay with me.
There's not much time left in the world, Sarah.
Kyle, don't go!
Kyle!
It's like a giant strobe light,
burning right to my eyes.
Somehow I can still see.
We know the dream's the same every night.
- Why do I have to... - Please continue.
Children look like burnt paper.
Black.
Not moving.
And then the blast wave hits them.
And they fly apart like leaves.
Dreams of cataclysm, the end of the world are very common.
It's not a dream, you moron. It's real.
- I know the date it happens. - I'm sure it feels very real to you.
On August 29 1997, it's gonna feel pretty fuckin' real to you, too!
Anybody not wearing two-million sunblock
is gonna have a real bad day. Get it?
God! You think you're safe and alive.
You're already dead. Everybody!
Him. You. You're dead already.
This whole place, everything you see is gone!
You're the one living in a fucking dream, Silberman!
'Cos I know it happened!
It happened!
I feel much better now.
Clearer.
Yes, your attitude has been much improved lately.
It's helped me to have a goal,
something to look forward to.
What is that?
Well, you said that if I showed improvement after six months,
you would transfer me to the minimum security wing
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