Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles

There are those who believe...

...that a child in the womb shares his mother's dreams.

Her love for him, her hopes for his future.

Is it told to him in pictures while he sleeps inside her?

Is that why he reaches for her in that first moment and cries for her touch?

But what if you've known since he was inside you what his life held for him.

That he would be hunted, that his fate was tied to the fate of millions...

...that every moment of your life would be spent keeping him alive?

Would he understand why you were so hard?

Why you held on so tight? Would he still reach for you...

...if the only dream you've ever shared with him was a nightmare?

Would he know my love runs through him like blood?

John, now.

Now.

-The cops make you at the diner? -I don't know. Maybe.

Yes, definiteIy.

Sarah Connor, John Connor.

Drop what you're carrying.

Put your hands on your head and kneel on the ground.

Now!

Do me a favor, wilI you?

Fix it.

Ohhhh!

Drop your weapon!

Move. Move.

Get down.

You run! Run!

John!

John. John.

John.

John.

John.

No.

Do it!

Do it, kill me. Nothing matters anymore.

Kill me!

You're right.

Nothing matters anymore.

Only the boy.

The future's ours.

And it begins now.

Hey.

Did you scream or something?

Scream? No.

Go back to sleep.

No, I can't. l've got early shift.

Are you all right?

I'm good.

-Yeah? -I'm great.

Well, you damn welI better be.

You know the guy down at the store told me any woman would be lucky...

...to have this ring.

He doesn't know the giver like l do.

You wanna know a secret?

I don't know. I don't like secrets.

No? Ha, ha, this is a good one.

-Really? Oh. -Yeah.

All right.

John picked it out.

Yeah, well, sort of.

I'd been looking and looking and I kind of started freaking myself out...

...with the whole color and cut and clarity--

So you turned the job over to a 15-year-old boy?

You think I'm a jackass, don't you?

Thinking l love you.

Always remember that.

EarIy shift.

-Better get going. -Right.

EarIy shift. Uh-huh.

Bye.

Mom, how many times have I told you it's freaky when you do that?

I'm sorry.

Mmm.

What's going on?

We can't stay here, John.

What?

It's not safe.

Not safe from who?

No one knows us.

No one asks questions. It's been almost two years.

School starts in, like, three weeks.

-We need to go. -No, you need to go.

You're scared. He gave you a ring and now you freak out.

-I know you like him. -So do you, Mom.

So do you. You love him, I know you do.

Listen to me, the cops wilI never find us, we're safe.

Don't you think that, John. Don't you ever think that. Look at me.

No one is ever safe.

Half an hour.

One bag...

...plus the guns.

I'll make pancakes.

Every family has rules...

...and we had ours.

Keep your head down.

Keep your eyes up.

Resist the urge to be seen as important or special.

Know your exits.

l mean, she's not exactly missing, right?

-The way you explain it. -Right.

The way I explained it, she's not missing, she left.

-Happens more than you think. -You don't know her.

I could say the same to you, Mr. Dixon.

FBI?

Been together long?

Six months, maybe. Bit of a whirlwind.

Ha, ha, ha. You have no idea the whirlwind.

TelI me, does the Skynet defense system mean anything to you?

No.

How about this guy?

Miles Dyson. No. Never seen him before.

That's because he's dead.

Your fiancée freshly escaped from the Pescadero Mental Hospital...

...blew him apart two years ago.

LeveIed a four-story research lab along with him.

But since there's no lethal injection for the destruction of property...

...let's just stick with the murder of one of our brightest computer scientists...

...and a dedicated family man.

That's-- It's just not--

Why would she do that, huh?

Well, you know, Mr. Dixon.

It's the robots.

The ones from the future.

The ones Skynet sent to kill her son?

Which makes total sense, because in the future, John's not only her son but--

What does it say here?

"The leader of the resistance fighting artificiaIly intelligent machines...

...determined to annihilate the human race."

Did he strike you that way?

Leader of a scrappy band of rebels? Luke Skywalker type?

He's just a kid.

He's a great kid. He was like a son to me.

I came down here for help.

You can't really be asking me this.

No, I'm not.

This is just my patter, Mr. Dixon.

This is me impressing upon you that I'm not here because you lost your fiancée.

Love of your life and alI around good-time girI.

I'm here because my boss, the United States...

...thinks Sarah Connor is a deIuded, dangerous, Grade A whack-a-mole...

...who kiIled a man because she believes in the future he'll invent a computer...

...that decIares war on the world.

So let's begin with her name.

I understand it's not Connor.

I couldn't go, so l saved it all till the last minute.

How'd it turn out? Ah, I think all right.

You'll be responsible for three chapters a week.

You have a quiz each Friday.

You'll be allowed one makeup test with a parent's note.

-If you're late for cIass without a note.... -What's your name?

-John. -Cameron.

--cleaning beakers. And no talking while I'm taIking.

John?

-Hey. -I haven't seen you around here before.

-Did you just move here? -Yeah, I did.

-Ha, ha. Sucks for you. -Ha.

My dad sells tractors.

-What about yours? -Insurance.

Really? What kind?

-The boring kind. -Ha, ha, ha.

Those are the kind of tractors my dad sells.

What about your mom?

My mom stays home.

You know, I've really gotta get to the next class, so....

So maybe I'll see you later?

Sure, yeah.

Okay, well, bye.

This is a hick town, Mom.

We've been in worse places.

A lot worse.

Well, my clothes are all wrong.

I need, Iike, some different shirts.

You know, here everyone wears boots? Like cowboy boots.

I hate cowboy boots.

See what I can do.

Their computer's like from the frigging '50s or something.

-Their computers? l thought we agreed. -No, they switched my class.

-Last thing l need is you caught hacking. -I'm not hacking. God, I know the rules.

They're, like, written on the inside of my eyeballs, all right?

Hey.

You meet any pretty girls?

No. I'm telling you, it's a hick town.

Come on.

Agent EIlison.

Welcome to New Mexico.

The sheriff's detached me to hustle you around on your business here.

Whatever that is, he wouldn't say.

He doesn't know.

--between Nutrition and Second Period today.

Come and show your support. Show some pep.

I lied to you yesterday.

My dad doesn't sell insurance.

He's dead.

He was a soldier. He was killed on a mission.

-I'm sorry. -Oh, it's all right.

My mom was pregnant with me when it happened. I never even knew him.

So it's alI right.

My mom, she-- She's-- She's kind of uptight.

ActualIy, no. She's really uptight.

She likes me to come home after school...