Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles

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Previously on Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles...

You've got a nuclear sub?

Seawolf sub. The Jimmy Carter.

We've got a scrubbed trip eight for a captain.

Damn it, Cameron, you're supposed to burn the endos.

What's happening with you?

I've planted an explosive in my skull,

near my chin.

It's a small amount, but it's enough.

I saw the metal, and she knows that I saw it.

Master your fear.

Remember the mission.

I can't go back there.

You are here to keep John Connor away from her.

I can get her to tell me the truth.

Stay away from her.

Cameron was supposed to kill me!

You knew that was the only thing

that would turn John against her.

I rescued you from hell!

And I took you to paradise.

You don't need to be so dramatic about this.

It's a milk run.

A milk run across 8,000 miles of metal-infested ocean.

Are you gonna be like this every time I ship out?

Listen Jesse, I'm going on a mission, too.

Oh, I see.

One of those missions.

No.

It's something else.

It's different.

Different.

Derek, how's it different?

What does different mean?

Different means different.

Just listen to me.

You're stuck in a can under the ocean,

with one of those things...

Don't worry about Queeg, all right?

He's a good bloke.

He's not a bloke.

Jesse, he's not on our side.

Don't ever think that.

Aim for the chip.

Aim for the chip, they don't get up.

I love you too.

Derek...

Hoo-roo.

Means "I'll see you later."

Hoo-roo.

What're you doing?

Moving.

Yeah, well...

Seems about the right time for that.

Get your stuff sorted.

I'm nearly done with the living room,

I'm gonna start on the garage.

Uh, hey.

Why don't you let me take the garage?

I just got a lot of memory cards and flash drives out there

I need to sort through.

I don't want us to save our dakara records

and torch my old copy of space invaders.

It's all yours.

Thanks.

Great, it looks like a robot serial killer lives here.

Oh, I guess one does.

I'm doing inventory.

Well, don't do it here.

We need to clear all this stuff out

before mom comes in and finds it.

Dig a hole out back.

Down below the retaining wall.

We'll bury the parts and come back for them later.

We have to find a place to burn them.

And we will burn them.

What you drinking?

I don't know.

You don't know what you're drinking?

There's booze in it.

Some sugary crap to cut the hell outta the burning taste,

and some ice.

'course, this one's pretty much empty.

Can you get her another one of...

whatever she's drinking?

If you don't know what it's called, how do you order it?

Just like you did.

But it's gotta start somewhere, right?

I mean, you can just sit down and ask for that right off.

What happened to your face?

You ask a lot of questions

for a guy who wants to get in my pants.

Do I?

Yeah, see... there's another one.

That's a nice costume.

You thinking about a career in the military?

Actually, I fly P-3s.

For the navy.

Mm. Brown shoe.

Guilty as charged.

You?

Submarine.

Bubblehead.

A bubblehead!

They let women on subs in australia?

Yeah.

Reprogrammed killer robots too.

Yeah, we don't discriminate.

Well, there's a coincidence.

I hunt subs, you drive subs.

Sort of like the wolf and the sheep dog.

Not that I'm comparing you to a dog, or anything.

That's a good point, actually.

In fact, I just remembered something.

What's that?

Sheep dogs hate wolves.

And I hate brown shoes.

I can't believe you guys are just up and moving like this.

You could let me throw a party.

You know you never did come to dinner.

Tape.

It's okay.

It's not like you're moving to mars, right?

I mean, we can still totally keep in touch.

Absolutely.

Oh, here, let me help you with that.

No, no, no, I'm good. Sit down.

You know, I am fine.

People say it takes a while to get back to fighting trim,

but I snapped back like a rubber band.

Yeah, mostly like a rubber band.

You look great.

I'm thinking if I can breastfeed him till he's five,

maybe I can trick my body into letting me keep these boobs.

Kidding.

Sort of.

Who's got the baby?

Trevor.

He's...

he's not back, he's just visiting.

He said he needed some daddy-time.

I don't blame him.

Not after the call they got last night.

They found a girl in the river.

Shot through the chest.

Trevor had said that it looked like she'd been executed.

That's terrible.

Pretty little blonde thing.

Probably moved here from iowa or something to be an actress,

and fell in with the wrong people.

Dreams die hard.

Then Trevor said all they have to go on are some scars

from an attempted suicide and a tattoo on her wrist.

A pretty little star.

Right here.

Your mother's coming.

All right, quick. Hide this stuff.

I need to talk to John.

Alone.

Goodbye, bird.

There's a 51% chance i wouldn't have killed you.

Cameron. I know.

I heard you.

Riley's dead.

Was it you?

Did you kill her?

What if I did?

Don't play games with me.

I need the truth.

I didn't kill her.

I want to believe you.

Believe me.

Sometimes you lie to me.

Yes.

I do, but I'm not lying now.

I am sorry.

You're sorry?

For what?

For your loss.

I really wish i could believe that too.

So are you gonna say anything?

Jesse?

Thanks.

Thanks.

For bailing me out.

Thanks.

I know you don't like police stations.

Maybe that's because I'm a fugitive.

I know.

So thanks.

What happened?

I told you, I got in a fight.

With four naval aviators.

Really just three.

One of them went down pretty quick.

What's going on?

Nothing.

I don't believe you.

I need to know what the hell's going on.