Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles

Previously on Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles...

You like me? The loner weirdo?

That's why I came up to you that day, John.

I thought, since you're a weirdo,

you might get me.

She's a security risk.

You understand that I'm gonna keep seeing Riley,

even if everyone thinks it's a bad idea.

You're all crazy.

It's all gonna burn,

and you're gonna be nothing but bleached skulls!

You wanted to talk?

I don't think I can do this anymore.

What if I want out?

There is no out.

We're developing a human interactive AI.

Hello, Mr. Ellison.

My name's John Henry.

The AI needs to be trained.

You taught it rules.

But it's got no ethics.

What does this mean to you?

I keep seeing it in my dreams, John.

It means something.

It's written in blood on my basement wall.

Mom, you're tired.

You've been sick.

Chasing killer robots will do that to you.

Tell me about the three dots.

In 1490, the Spanish explorer Cabeza de Vaca,

landed on the shore of this new world seeking power and fortune.

He was immediately attacked and captured.

Almost all of the travelling companions murdered.

Enslaved, de Vaca chose to embrace these capturer's beliefs

and learn their ways.

He became a healer.

Over time he was freed.

And de Vaca attracted his own following,

who believed he had the power of life and death.

The desert had transformed him.

He was not the first,and he would not be the last.

It's like the world's been pulled out from under my feet.

I don't know what's real and what's not.

Eileen, what you're describing

is common among experiencers such as yourself.

When a person lives through something beyond human understanding,

we experience fear.

A loss of control.

A sense of isolation.

And a deep, almost existential loneliness.

And you...

Miss fly on the wall.

What brings you here today?

I'm Sarah.

Hello, Sarah. Welcome.

I came here today because there have been reports

of people seeing UFOs with this mark.

I need to find out what it means.

It's important to you.

I've been dreaming about it.

I'm having nightmares.

Are they nightmares, or are they memories?

My son thinks them crazy.

May not crazy, maybe that's the wrong word.

But he doubts me.

He's never doubted me before.

If there's one thing we understand here,

it's doubt.

I have additional photos on my website.

It's an actual photo of California drones.

These alien's spacecraft has been spotted,

in various locations around the state.

Alien, not military?

Definitely not military.

The drone's loitering capability

is far beyond anything our military has in its fleet.

The Predator, the Reaper.

None of them has anywhere near the presence that the drones do.

And the symbol?

Some witnesses have reported seeing

the three dots on the hull of the spacecraft.

The mark is also referred to in the Abraham blogs.

Abraham, claimed to be a scientist

working on a top-secret alien-centered project

being covered up by the authorities.

The metal hyper-alloy that he was working with

exhibited a tensile strength far beyond our existing technology.

Fire, explosions, extreme pressure.

This metal could survive it all.

It was basically indestructible.

Abraham-- where do I find him?

Well, that's the million-dollar question.

I don't know.

No one knows.

Abraham blogged a few times,

then he disappeared six months ago.

Think someone killed him?

I know your type.

Come out, watch the kooks.

Have a good laugh at our expense.

I'm not laughing at anyone.

Enjoy the rest of the freak show.

Interested in Abraham?

Hello?

Hey, John?

Hey, you coming home?

No, I've got a lead. I'll be home late.

From the flying saucer convention.

The UFO experiencers, yes.

There's a blogger named Abraham.

He may have been working with endoskeleton metal.

Oh, well, we all know how reliable bloggers are.

Why do you have to be so sarcastic?

Mom...

Just be careful out there, okay?

And I thought my room was a disaster.

Your room is a disaster.

Berry Bonanza or Peachy Keen?

This is a work in progress, all right?

It sure is something.

You okay?

I'm peachy keen.

Why, do I not look peachy keen?

You're smiling with your mouth, but not your eyes.

You're doing it right now.

I flipped out at my foster mom.

What do you mean, "flipped out"?

Two of the kids were fighting.

And it kind of got to me.

So I went on this little rant.

About what?

They're just so naive, you know?

They have no idea how good they have it.

All they do is complain about every little thing,

and everyone at school's the exact same way.

It's like one big whine-athon.

You're so lucky your mom's homeschooling you.

Yeah, it's been awesome.

You didn't buy me a smoothie.

I'm sorry. I didn't know you were here.

I'm always here.

Cameron.

I'm not sure we're gonna have enough paint.

Would you do me a favor and go out and get some?

You have 420 square feet to paint.

What you have should be sufficient.

Two coats.

It's a bigger job than it looks.

I have a job too.

Well, could you do it in the other room?

Please?

Peachy keen is my favorite.

Come here.

You're a pretty girl.

What's your name?

Does Abraham know we're coming?

Abraham doesn't live here. I do.

But you said--

If you're interested in Abraham,

you'll wanna see this.

Abraham's a pseudonym.

Alan Park is his real name.

Has a masters from MIT.

Specialized in something called Lidar.

Light detection and ranging.

If you know what it stands for,

then you know that Lidar is an optical

remote sensing technology.

Like radar.

Except with light.

Its main application is...

Robots.

You say that like it's a bad thing.

All I can offer you is tea.

You seem more like a coffee type.

So I've been told.

Type "A."

Focused... goal-oriented.

And yet here I stand with a cup of chamomile tea.

Can I ask you a personal question?

Could I stop you?

What are you doing out here?

In the desert.

Looking for answers.

About Abraham?

Abraham, life.

Whether the government is hiding little green men

in fallout shelters.

How to make the perfect cup of tea.

You?

I haven't figured out all my questions yet.

Well, having a doubting Thomas in the house can't help.

How 'bout you? you got family?

Or is this a one-gal operation?

Just me, myself, and the Coyotes.

Solitude.

I remember it fondly.

Most of the time, I love it.

Most of the time.

These... are drone sightings.