"TERMINATOR 2: JUDGMENT DAY" (1991)

TERMINATOR 2: JUDGMENT DAY

by

James Cameron

and

William Wisher

Revised final shooting script

DowntownL.A.Noonon a hotsummerday. Onan EXTREMELONGLENSthe lunchtimecrowdstacksupintoawallof humanity.In SLOWMOTION theymovein herdsamongtheglitteringrowsofcarsjammedbumperto bumper.Heatripplesdistortthetorrentoffaces. Theimageis surreal,dreamy...andlikeadreamitbeginsveryslowlyto

Samespotas thelastshot,butnow itis alandscapeinHell. The carsarestoppedinrustedrows,stillbumperto bumper.The skylineofbuildingsbeyondhasbeenshatteredbysome unimaginableforcelikearowofkicked-downsandcastles. Windblowsthroughthedesolation,keeningwiththesoundoften milliondeadsouls.It scurriestheashesintodrifts,stark whiteinthe moonlightagainstthecharredrubble.

ATITLECARD FADESIN:

LOSANGELES,July11,2029

3 ANGLEONa heapof fire-blackenedhumanbones.Beyondthemoundisa vasttundraofskullsandshatteredconcrete.Therushhour crowd burneddownintheirtracks.

4 WEDISSOLVETOa playground...whereintenseheathashalf-meltedthe junglegym,theblasthaswarpedthe swingset,themerry-go-round hassaggedinthe firestorm.Smallskullslookaccusinglyfromthe ash-drifts.WEHEARthe distantechoofchildren'svoices...playing andlaughinginthesun. A silly,sing-songyrhymeasWETRACKS SLOWLYoversearedasphaltwherethefainthieroglyphsofhopscotch linesarestillvisible.

CAMERAcomestoreston aburntand rustedtricycle...nexttothe tinyskullofits owner.HOLD ONTHISIMAGEas afemaleVOICEspeaks:

VOICE 3 billionhumanlivesendedonAugust29th,1997. The survivorsofthenuclearfirecalledthewar JudgmentDay. Theylivedonlyto facea new nightmare,thewaragainsttheMachines...

Ametalfoot crushestheskulllikechina.

TILTUP,revealingahumanoidmachineholdingamassivebattlerifle. Itlookslikea CHROMESKELETON...ahigh-techDeathfigure.Itis

compassionlesslysweepthedeadterrain,hunting.

formationofflyingHK(Hunter-Killer)patrolmachinespasses overhead.PANWITHTHEM towardthejaggedhorizon,beyondwhichwe seeflashes,andhearthedistantthunderofa pitchedbattlein progress.

THEBATTLE. Humantroopsisdesperatecombatwiththemachinesfor possessionofthedeadEarth. Thehumansarea ragtagguerrilla army. Skynet'sweaponsconsistofGroundHKs(tank-likerobot gun-platforms),flyingAerialHKs,four-leggedgun-podscalled Centurions,andthehumanoidterminatorsinvariousforms.

SEQUENCEOFRAPIDCUTS: 5A Explosions!Beam-weaponsfiringlikesearingstrobe-light. 5B Agunneris anarmoredpersonnelcarrierfiresaLAWrocketata pursuingAerialHK,bringingitdownina fieryexplosion. 5C AnotherAPCiscrushedunderthetreadsof amassiveGroundHK.

5D ATEAM OFGUERRILLASinaintensefire-fightwithterminator 5E endoskeletonsintheruinsofabuilding. Threeterminator 5F endoskeletonsadvance,firingrapidly.Another(completecyborg), withfleshrippedopenandbackbroken,gropesfora rifleonthe ground.

5G ACenturionoverrunsahumanfiringposition.Soldiersarecut downasthey run. Fieryexplosionslighttheranksofadvancing machines.

6 INA BLASTEDGUNEMPLACEMENTattheedgeofbattle,a manwatches

guerrillageneral,andablackberet.He isstillamidrunning, shoutingtechsandofficers.

C.U.MAN,pushingslowlyinas thebattleragesO.S. Helowersthe binoculars.Heis forty-fiveyearsold.Featuressevere.Theleft sideofhis faceisheavilyscarred.A patchcoversthateye. An impressiveman,forgedinthefurnaceofa lifetimeofwar. Thename stitchedonthebandof hisberetis CONNOR.We pushinuntilhis eyesfillframe,then...

FIRE. SLOW,BOILING,ENORMOUS.FILLINGFRAME.

VOICE(SARAHCONNOR) Skynet,thecomputerwhichcontrolledthemachines, sent twoterminatorsbackthroughtime.Their mission:todestroytheleaderof thehuman Resistance...JohnConnor.Myson.

The firstterminatorwasprogrammedtostrikeat me, inthe year1984...beforeJohnwasborn. It failed.

The secondwassetto strikeatJohnhimself, when hewasstilla child. Asbefore,the Resistancewasableto sendalone warrior.A protectorforJohn. Itwas justa questionof whichone ofthemwouldreachhim first...

WildfingersofBLUE-WHITEELECTRICARCSdanceinasteelcanyon formedbytwoTRACTORTRAILERS,parkedsidebysidein thebacklot ofan all-nighttruckstop.Then...

Thestrangelightningformsacircularopeninginmid-air,andin thesuddenflareoflightwe seea FIGUREina SPHEREOFENERGY. ThentheFRAMEWHITESOUTwith anexplosiveTHUNDERCLAP!

Throughtheclearingvaporweseethefigureclearly...anakedman. TERMINATORhascomethrough.Physique:massive,perfect.Face:

surroundings.

Ona backrouteto northL.A. AhandfuloflocalTRUCKERShunchover chili-sizes,CAThatspushedbackontheirheads.ThreeBIKERSare playingagameof poolinthe back,theirMilleremptiesliningthe table'srail.The dive'sowner,LLOYD,afat,agingbiker-typeina soiledapron,standsbehindthebar.Nothingmuchgoingon...

Thenthefrontdooropensand abig nakedguystrollsin-- that doesn'thappeneverynight.Alleyessimultaneouslyswiveltoward

walkscalmlythroughtheroom.Everyonefrozen,notsurehowto react.

8A TERMINATORPOV.A digitizedelectronicscanoftheroom,overlaid withalphanumericreadoutswhichchangefasterthanthehumaneye canfollow. InPOVwe movepastthe staringtruckers,pastthe ownerandtheawestruckWAITRESS,andapproachalargenasty-looking bikerpuffingona cigar.His bodyisoutlined,or"selected",and

analyzedanddeemedsuitable...

8B TERMINATOR

I needyourclothes,yourboots,andyour motorcycle.

Thebigbiker'seyesnarrow. Hetakesa longdrawon thiscigar, thetipcherry-redhot.

Hegrindsthecigarout onTerminator'schest.Whichproducesnot theslightreactionofpain. Terminatorcalmly,andwithout expression,grabsCigarbyhismeatyupperarm... Cigarscreamsfromthehydraulicgrip.

Terminatordoesn'tseeCigar'sfriend,behindhim,holdinghispool cueby thenarrowendlikea LouisvilleSlugger.Theheavysend whistlesinapowerfulswingandCRACKSIN TWOacrossthebackof Terminator'shead.

Terminatorseemsnottonotice.Doesn'tevenblink. Without releasinghisgriponCigar,hesnapshis armstraightbackandgrabs PoolCueby thefrontof hisjacket.Suddenlytheheavysetbiker findshimselfflyingthroughthenearestwindow.CRAASSH!

TerminatorhurlsCigar,all230poundsofhim,clearoverthebar, throughtheservingwindowintothekitchen,wherehelandsonthe bigflatGRILL. Wehear aSOUNDlikeSIZZLINGBACONasCigar screams,floppingjerking.Herollsoffina smokingheap.

Thethirdbikerwhipsouta knifewitha eight-inchbladeandslashes atTerminator'sface.

Terminatorgrabsthearcingbladewithhisbarehand. Holdingitby therazor-sharpbladehejerksisfromthe guy'shand. Ultra-fasthere:Heflipsit. Grabsthehandlelikeyou'resupposed toholda knife. Grabsthebikerandslamshim face-downoverthe bar. Thenbringstheknifewhistlingdown,pinningthebiker's shouldertothebartop withhisown steel.

ThedoorsBANGSOPENand Terminatorstridesin. TheMexicancookdoesa fastfadeas TerminatorwalkstowardCigar, whois cursinginpainonthe floor.

Withhisdeep-friedfingershestrugglestogetoutthe.45 auto tuckedunderhisleatherjacket.Buthe can'tevenholdontoit. Terminatortakesitfromhim. Insteadofpointingitathim, Terminatorcarefullyexaminesweapon,analyzingitscaliberand operatingcondition.Terminatorneverthreatens...that'sahuman thing.He justtakes.

Cigarsenseswhathemustdo whentheemotionlesseyescomebackto him. Heslidesthekeys tohisbike acrossthefloortoTerminator's foot. Thenpainfullystartsgettingoutofhisjacket.

Terminatorstridesfromthekitchen,fullyclothednowinablack leatherjacket,leatherridingpants,andheavy,cleanboots.He movestowardthemoaningbikerpinnedtothepooltable. Without slowinghisstridehejerkstheknifeout. The guyslumpstothe floor,groaning,behindhim.

Terminatorcontinuestowardthefrontofthediner,passingLloyd, theowner. Atthe door,hecomesabreastoftwo truckerswhosit frozenlikeasnapshotinmid-bite. Oneofthe truckersfinally nods.

Terminatorimpassivelystaresback.Thenmovesonoutthedoor.

Terminatorwalksout,surveyingtheparkedHarleys.Sticksthe.45 inhis beltandswingsoneleg overamassiveCUSTOMELECTRO-GLIDE. Heslipsthe daggerinhisbootand thekeyin theignition.Kicks overtheengine. Itcatcheswitha roarandhe slamstheheavyiron intogearwitha KLUNK.

Lloydappearsatthediner'sdoorwitha sawed-off10-GAUGE

aroundroundinfast,aimingatTerminator'sback.

intoneutral.Rocksthe bikeontoitskickstand.Swingshimleg overandwalkscalmlytowardtheguy.

TerminatorstridesrightuptoLloyd,staringstraightintothe shotgun'smuzzle.Lloydstartssweating,tryingtodecideishe's goingtokilla manin coldblood. He'sstilltryingtodecidewhen Terminator'shandblursoutlikeastrikingcobraandissomehow suddenlyholdingtheshotgun.

Lloydgapes,knowinghe'sscrewed.Then... Terminatorreachestowardhim.Ohshit... AndslipsthesunglassesoutofLloyd'sshirtpocket. Putsthemon. StridesbacktotheHarleyand roarsoffina showerofgravel.

Terminatorroarsdownthefreeway,headingforL.A.Coldneonflares acrossthechromeofthe bigbike. The10-gaugeisjammedthrough theclutchandbrakecables,acrossthehandlebars.Thelightsflow overTerminator'swrap-aroundsunglasseslikethetracksoftracer rounds.

TheFirstStreetBridge.Rustingchain-linkfenceandgraffiti- coveredwalls.An L.A.P.D.BLACK-AND-WHITEcruisestheemptystreet.

ATREMENDOUSBLUE-WHITEGLAREsuddenlyspillsoutbetweenthecolumns ofthe overpass.TheyoungUNIFORMEDCOPinthe carwhipshishead aroundatthesourceof thelight. Hepullsoverquickly,intime tosee...

13A Thepowerfullyarcingelectricaldischargereachesitspeakbetween thecolumns.Lightningclimbsthechain-linkfenceandlight standards,lightingupthenight,andpapersswirlinablasting whirlwind.

13B Thecopclimbsfromhis cruiserastheglowfades. Heseesvapordissipatingasheapproachesthespotwherehe sawthe

strangelight.He drawshisrevolverandcautiouslymovesintothe shadowsbetweentherowsofpillars.

ANAKEDMAN glidesfromashadoweddoorwaybehindthecop. Nothing specialabouthim.Certainlynotbuiltlikea terminator.Theflash oflightand factthatheis nakedareprettygoodcluesthathe justarrivedfromthefuture. Hisfeaturesarehandsomebordering onsevere. Hiseyesare grayice. Penetrating.Intelligent.

THECOPspinsat a sound.Too late.Mr. Xis alreadyonhim. The blowislightingfastandthe copdropslikea bagof sand.

LOWANGLEas theunconsciouscophitsthedeck,hisBERETTA9mm AUTOMATICclatteringnexttohim.A handENTERSFRAMEandpicksup thispistol.

13C HIGHLYPOLISHEDBLACKSHOESroundingthereartireofthepolice cruiser.FOLLOWTHESHOESto thecruiser'sdoorthenMOVEUPas Mr.X, dressednowinLAPDblue,climbsbehindthewheel. He looksandactsexactlylikea cop. Cool,alert,confidentinhis power,hisexpressionemotionlessandjudgmental. Mr.X, nowOfficerX,putsthe caringear anddrivesintothenight.

TIGHTONYOUNGJOHNCONNOR,whoat hismomentis tenyearsoldand

rippedLevi'sandlongstringyhair.A sullenmouth. Eyeswhich revealanintelligenceassharpasa scalpel.TheRamones'"IWanna BeSedated"blastsfromaboom boxnextto him.

AWOMAN,JANELLAVOIGHT,standsinthedoorwayofthe garage, yellingoverthemusic.

John'sfriendTIM,athirteen-year-oldHispanickid,watchesasJohn repliesbyturningupthevolumeon theboombox. Janellegivesupwitha SLAMofthe house'sbackdoor.

Janellestormsintotheroom. TODVOIGHT,herhusband,watches sportsontheTV. They'rebothintheirthirties.Middle-class workingstiffs.

Hesighs. ThrowsdowntheTV'sremoteand headsforthegarage.

Johnhopson thebike. Kick-startsit.Timpicksup John'snylon bag,thenclimbsonthe back. ToddENTERSandshoutsoverthe engine,whichJohnrevslouderandlouder.

JohnpinsToddwitha defiantglare.

Herevsthe engineandpeelsoutof thegarage,withTimalmost fallingofftheback. Theytakeoff downthestreet.

Johncutsthroughavacantlot toa trailrunningbesideafenced-in drainagecanal.Heguns thebikethroughahole intheretaining fence.Tim'seyes gowideas theyroardownthe concreteembankment.

17A INTHE DRAINAGECANALJohnzig-zagsalong,throwingupa roostertailofmuddywater.Timshouts,pretendinghedidn'tjust seehislife flashbeforehiseyes. HeslapsJohnon theback.

It'shardto readJohn'sexpression.

Johntwiststhethrottleangrilyandthebikelungesforward.

ASIGN ona chainlinkfencetoppedwithconcertinawirereads:

squatsanimposingfour-storybuilding.Institutionalbrick. Barredwindows.AboutasinvitingasKGB headquarters.Security guardspatrolthemanicuredgrass.

Sunlightisabarredslashon thebareinstitutionalwall.Theroom isemptyof allfurnishingssavethebed,astainlesssteelsink, toilet,andadentedmetalmirror. WEHEARa rhythmicgrunting, smallexplosionsofbreathinperfectly-meteredtime.

PANTO abedframeleaneduprightagainstthewall,legsfacing outward.A pairofsweatyhandsgripone leg. Tendonsknotand releaseasSOMEONEdoespull-ups.A manoftangledhairhidesthe facethatcomesINTOFRAME,dipsout,comesback.

WIDER.A WOMANin atanktop andhospitalpantsinhangingfromthe toplegof theverticalbedframe.Herbodyis straightandtaut. Kneesbentsothe feetcleartheground. Thearmsare leanand muscular.Theinmate,facehidden,pullsup,dips,pullsup. Like amachine. Nochangein rhythm.

FIGURESMOVETOWARDUSdowna corridorofpolishedtileandtwo- tonewalls. DR.PETERSILBERMAN,asmugcriminalpsychologist, leadsagroupof youngINTERNS.Followinglaconically,areTHREE BURLYATTENDANTS.

Silbermanstopsatoneofthe SOUNDPROOFSTEELDOORS.Thereisa two- wayspeakerbeneathatinywindow. Silbermanflipstheintercom switch.

Silberman'sscrubbedandcheerfulfaceatcellwindow.HISVOICE comesoverthetinnyspeaker.

REVERSEANGLEassheturnsslowlyintoCLOSEUP. SARAHCONNORisnotthe samewomanwerememberfromlasttime. Her eyespeeroutthrougha wildtangleofhairlike thoseofa cornered animal.Defiantandintense,butskitteringaroundlookingfor escapeatthesame time.Fightor flight.Down onecheekisa long scar,fromjustbelowtheeye toher upperlip. HerVOICEis alow andchillingmonotone.

Silberman'ssmugcomposuredropsasecond.Thenreturns.

Sarahwatchesthemtalkingaboutherthroughtheglass,butcan't hearthem. Shefeelslikea labanimal. Theinternslookinat her throughtheglassasSilbermantalks.Withher facedrawn,eyes haggardandhairwild,shelookslikeshe belongswheresheis.

Asthe internswalkon,SilbermanstepsclosetoDOUGLAS,thehead attendant,andspeakslow.

DOUGLASis6'4",250poundsandwarm-heartedatarattlesnake.He nods,catchingSilberman'smeaning,andgesturesfortheother attendantstohangbackasSilbermanmovesonin hisrounds.

Sarahlooksupas thecelldooropens. Douglaswalksinslowly, idlytappinghisPOLICEBATONagainstthedoorina ominousrhythm. Theothertwoorderlieseaseinbehindhim. One ofthemcarriesa STUNBATON(likea sawed-offcattleprod).Theotherhasa traywith cupsofred liquid-thorazine.

Sarahfaceshim,weightcentered.Feraleyesdartingfromoneto the other.

Douglasgrins,casual--

Hewhipsthe batonina whistlingbackhand,which-- WHAP! Takeshersquareinthe stomach.Shedoublesoveranddrops toher knees,unabletobreathe.Douglastipsthebed anditslams downwitha crash,rightnewtoher. He takesherstunwand from theotherattendantandwalksforward.

TIGHTONSARAH,grimacingandstrugglingtobreathe.

Thestunwandhits herbetweenshoulderbladesasshetriestorise. Itdrivesherto thefloor,pinningherlikea bug. Little ELECTRICARCSCRACKLEasthebatonmakesherwrithein pain. Douglasgrabsherbythe hairandjerksherup toher knees.Holds thecupof thorazineinfrontofher lips.

Gasping,shechokesthezombiejuicedown.

JohnfurtivelyhunchesbeforeaReady-Tellermachineattherearof alocalbank whilehisfriendTimstandslookout.Johnslipsa stolenATMcardintothe machineslot.It issomethinghe'srigged up,becausetrailingfromthecardisribbon-wirewhichgoesto somekindof black-boxelectronicsunithe'sgotinhisever-present knapsack.Heholdsthe packbetweenhiskneesandpullsout a littlelap-topkeyboard,whichisalsoconnectedtotheblack-box.

Johnentersafew commandsandtheplasma-screendisplaysthePIN numberforthataccount.He quicklyentersthenumberontheReady- Teller'skeypadandasksitfor300 bucks.The machinewhirsthen

shoulderamazed.

Johncollectsthetwentiesasthemachinekicksthemout. A cooland professionalelectronic-agethiefattenyearsold.

Theysprintaroundthecornertoan --

TheyhuddlebehindthebuildingasJohncountsoutTim'sshare. Hefoldsfivetwentiesandpalmsthemto theotherkid. WhenJohn openshiswallettoput inhis money,Timnoticesapictureina plasticsleeve.

JohnreluctantlyshowshisfriendthePolaroid.Itis ashotof Sarah.Pregnant,ina jeepnearthe Mexicanborder.Johndoesn't knowitnow, buthewill carrythephotowithhimfor over30years, andgiveit toa youngmannamedKyleReese,who willtravelbackin timetobecomehis father.Yes,thatphoto.

Johnhastriedto soundcasual,butwesee inhiseyes thatisreally hurts.He slapsTimon theshoulderandtheyjumpontohis Honda. Johnfiresupand theywhineoffdownthe alley.

CLOSEONCOMPUTERTERMINAL,attachedtothedash.A Juvenile Divisionfile.Subject:JohnConnor.Belowhis ARRESTRECORDare hisvitalstats. Mother:SarahConnor.LegalGuardians:Toddand JanelleVoight.Andbelowtheirnames,an address:523S.Almond. Reseda,Ca.

OFFICERXstaresatthe screenfora moment.Thengetsout thecar.

TIGHTONFRONTDOORas ToddVoightopensit,revealingtheunsmiling faceofOfficerX beyondthescreendoor. Toddgreetshimwitha wearysigh.

OfficerXignoresthequestion.He casuallyscansthelivingroom.

Toddshrugs,showingthecophe'spasthis patiencewiththeboy.

JanelleappearsinthedoorwaybehindTodd,concerned.

bigguymust be. Hesmiles. Reassuringlyshakeshisheadno.

Toddstaresunhappilyatthecop. TurnstoJanelle.

ANGLETHROUGHANALLEYfromthemain street.We seeJohnandTim flashbyon theHondaa blockaway. Holdabeat. Then...

ABIG CHROMEWHEELENTERSFRAME.BOOMUP aleather-cladlegto Terminator'simplacableface.Itsurveystheareaslowlyasthe bikeidles,thenkicksitinto gearandmoveson,scanningina slowshark-likemanner,notawarethatitmisseditspreyby seconds.

CLOSEONSARAH. Sheis shackled,handsandfeet,tothebed. Sunlightfallsacrossherpaleface.A handenterframe,gently strokinghercheek.She wakesupto see--

KYLEREESE. Sittingontheedgeof herbed,lookingexactlythe sameaswe lastsawhim in1984. Scruffyblondehairanda long raincoat.

Hegivesher agentlesmile.

Heputsa fingertoher lips. Thensilentlyunfastensherrestraints. Theygazeintoeachother'seyes. Andin thelookthathis death andthehorrorshe hasbeenthroughsincehasn'ttouchedtheirlove atall.

ShemeltsintoReese'sarms. Pullshimto her.

Shekisseshimpassionately.Theyarelockedtogetherina timeless moment.PUSHIN TIGHTonSarahas sheburiesherface inhis shoulder.Sheshutsher eyestight.Stay onSarahas Reesespeaks. Hevoiceis strangelycold.

Sarahopenshereyesand heis nolongerinher arms. Heis standing acrosstheroom. Pinningherwithanaccusinggaze.

Heturnstowardthedoor.

Reesegoesoutthe door.Sarahjumpsfrom thebed,frantic.Yanks thedooropen. Followherout.

Sarahstaggersfromhercell. Reeseisalready,impossibly,a hundredfeetaway,stridingdownthedimcorridor.A silhouette ina longcoat,disappearingaroundacorner.

Sarahrunsafterhim,herbare feetslappingthecoldlinoleum. Herhospitalgownfloatsoutbehindheras shedream-runsalongthe seeminglyinfinitecorridor.Shereachesthecorner,slidesaround it,and...

30A Slamsrightintothearmsof Douglasandhisthreehelpers. They grabheras shestrugglesandscreams.TheSilbermanisthere, smilingsoothingly.Theyforceherdownandshe ispinnedto thefloor,screaming.A newfigureapproaches...oneevenmore menacing.

TERMINATORwalkstowardher,withheavymeasuredsteps.Backlit, eyesconcealedbythesunglasses,itstandsoverherliketheangel ofdeathitself. Itreachesdownand... Takesherhand. Liftsherup. Leadsher toa door. Theygothrough together.Emerginginto...

30B ABEAUTIFULSUNLIGHTMORNING.CHILDRENareplayingnearby...sliding downslides,clamberingthroughajunglegym.Sarahknowsthis dreamknow...it'sistheworstof allher nightmares.Shestarts toscreambutno soundcomesout.

30C THESKYEXPLODESintoWHITELIGHT. Everythingissearedbytheunholy glare,hotterthanathousandsuns. Thechildrenignitelike matchheads.Sarahis burning,screamingsilently,everythingsilent andoverexposed.Terminator'sfleshandclothingareburning, silently.Itgripsher hand,VirgiltoherDantein thistourof the nuclear-ageInferno.

30D THEBLASTWAVEHITS...a near-solidwallofcompressedairfollowed by250-mphwinds. Thechildren,charcoalstatuesfrozeninpositions ofplay,explodeintoblackleavesofash andswirlaway. SOUND hitnow,witha thunderousroar.Sarah'sscreammergeswiththe howlofthe windasthe blasthitsher,explodingthefleshfromher bones.Besideher,Terminatorisstrippedofitsburntflesh, becomingasmokingskeletonofsteel.

30E Thenshewakeup...in hercell,shackledtothe bed. Sunlighthurts hereyes. Shelooksdesperateanddefeated.Sheknowsthe waris coming.It visitshereverytimesheclosesher eyes.Lost and alone,Sarahfeelsallhoperecedeforherselfandfor humanity.

TIGHTONVIDEOSCREEN,playingapreviously-recordedsession. Sarahisin astrait-jacket,talkingsoftly.

31A TheREALSARAHdispassionatelywatchesherselfonthescreen.Her

ina brightly-litinterviewroom.TWOATTENDANTSstandsnearby.

31B VIDEOSARAH

The childrenlooklikeburntpaper...black, not moving.Thenthe blastwavehitsthemand they flyapartlikeleaves..."

VideoSarahcan'tgoon. Real Sarahwatchesherselfcryontape, herexpressioncold.We hearSilbermanspeakonthetape.

VideoSarahcutshimoff,her moodshiftingtosuddenrage.

Sheis raving,halfoutofher chair.The orderlymovestoinject herwithsomething.

31C Silbermanpausesthetape...freezingSarah'scontortedface. RealSarahturnsawayfromthe screen,heexpressionstony.

Silbermangivesacalculatedpaternalsmile.

Sarahlooksupat him. Hervoiceis hopeful.

Asshe answers,WEPULLBACK,revealingthatwehavebeenlooking

shadowsoftheobservationroomweseethatinternsfromthe earlierrounds,andacoupleofSTAFFPSYCHOLOGISTS.Theysmokeand maketheoccasionalnote.

they don'texist?

CLOSEONSARAH. Hervoicesoundshollow.

Silbermanleansback,studyingher.Toyingwithher.

Sarahshakesherheadno.

imposingcubistcastleofblackglass.

Theelevatordoorsslideopenwitha whisperandMILESDYSONstrides out. Black.In hisearlythirties.The starofthe Special ProjectsDivision.He'sbrilliant,aggressive,driven.Dysonwalks downthecorridor,swinginghisarms...amanin ahurry. A man withmuchto do.

Hereachesa solidsecuritydoorandzipshisELECTRONICKEY-CARD throughthescanner.Thedoor unlockswithaclunk. Thesignnextto thedoorreads:SPECIALPROJECTSDIVISION: AUTHORIZEDPERSONNELONLY.

Henodsto theguardsas hepassesthroughthesecuritycheckpoint. Theycansee allactivitiesonthefloorontheirbank ofmonitors. Heunlocksanotherservicedoorwithhiscardandenters--

Thelabis quitelarge,comprisingbanksofprocessors,diskdrives, testbays,prototypeassemblyareas.Extremelyhightech.

Heis jokinglysalutedbyfellowmembers.Nota labcoatin sight. Thisisstrictlyjeansandsneakerscrowd.All youngandbright. Theysitat theirconsolesdrinkingCokeandchangingtechnologyas weknowit. AyoungLAB ASSISTANTrushesovertoDyson.Nametag sayshe'sBRYANT.

Dysonproducesanunusual-lookingKEYfromhispocketastheystride throughthelab. Bryanthastohustleto keepup.

DysonenterswithBryant.Dysonand aGUARDstandtogetherbefore whatlookslikea high-techbankvault.Itrequirestwokeysto open,likethelaunchcontrolsina nuclearsilo.The guardand

entersapasscodeata consoleandthevaultunlocksitselfwitha sequenceofclunks.The doorswingsopenandDysonenters. Bryant staysoutsidewiththeguard,whonotesDyson'snameanditemon a clipboard.

Dysonwalkstoa stainlesssteelcabinetandopensit.Insideis a smallartifactinasealedcontainerofinertgas. IT --a ceramic rectangle,aboutthesizeofa domino,thecolorofliver. Ithas beenshattered,painstakinglyreconstructedandmountedonametal frame.

Dysonremovestheartifact,ititsinsert-gas,andsetsitona specially-designedcart.HehandlesitliketheTurinShroud. Dysonclosesthecabinet.Turnsto theonenext toit. Opensits door. Inthiscabinetisa largerobject...anintricateMETALHAND ANDFOREARM.

Atthe elbow,themetalistwistedandcrushed. Buttheforearmand handareintact. Itsmetalsurfacescorchedanddiscolored,it standsuprightinavacuumflask,as ifsaluting.Thisis allthat remainsoftheterminatorSarahdestroyed.Dysonstaresatit,lost inthought. Theheclosesthe cabinet,BLACKINGOUTFRAME.

Wecan seethroughtheone-waymirrorintotheinterviewroomwhere

stillwatchingthroughthemirror.ReviewingSarah'scondition.

Wego tightonSarah'sreaction.Andwe seethatSilbermanisright. Shewasplayinghimand itdidn'twork. Andshe knowsshe'sfucked. Hertonebecomesquitepleading.

Silbermanpinsherwithhissweetreptiliangaze.

Sarah'seyesturncoldandlethalin onesecond.She knowsshe's lost. Sheknowsthisguyis justplayingwithher,andshe -- LEAPSACROSSTHETABLEATHIM.

Silbermanjumpsbackandtheattendantsdiveonher. Sheis writhing andtwistinglikeabobcat. Silbermanwhipsopenadrawerandpulls outa syringe.He jabsitintoher andsheyells--

Silbermansignalsandtheattendantsdragherout. Helooksat thedoctorsbehindtheglass. Shrugs.

OfficerXhasstoppedtwoyounggirlsin frontofa 7-Eleven.He is leaningoutthecruiserwindowandshowingthemthepictureofJohn. Thefirstgirlnods.

Thesecondgirlpointstowardamassivecomplexvisibleaboutthe housesseveralblocksaway.OfficerXstaresat it.

Terminatorcruisesslowlyonthebike.Scanning.He crossesan overpassaboveadrainagecanalandwhipshisheadaroundat the soundofa dirt-bikeengine.

40A TERMINATORPOV--OFTWO KIDSONA BIKEDOWNIN THECANAL. THEIMAGESNAP-ZOOMSIN.FREEZESON THEDRIVER'SFACE. "IDENTPOS"FLASHESNEXTTOTHEBLURRYIMAGEOF JOHN.

40B TerminatorwheeltheHarleyaround,cuttingontoastreetwhichruns paralleltothecanal. TerminatorhaulsassatkeepJohnin sight. Hecatchesglimpsesofthekid throughtreesandhouses.Loseshim. Catchesonelastglimpseofhimheadingintothe parkinglotofa largeSHOPPINGMALL.

Johnworkshisway throughacrowdedvideoarcade.Seessomeguys he knows.Stopsto talk,strikingapose. Mallratsin theelement. Wedon'thearthe dialogue.

TERMINATOR'SidlingHarleyshakestheparkinggaragewalls.Hestops ata rowof bikesneartheescalators.John'slittleHondasits proudlywiththebigstreetbikes. Terminatorparks.

OFFICERXis movingthroughtheflowofshoppers.The placeisa zoo. Hestopssomekids andshowsthemthepicture. Theyshrug.

43A INA CROWDEDVIDEOARCADEJOHNislostin anintensebattle,goingfor anew highscoreat"MissileCommand".He parriesdeftlyattheenemy ICBMsdeploytheirMIRVs...thewarheadsstreamdown...it'smorethan hecan dealwith. Theworldgetsnuked. Gameover. Heslouches awayfromthegame,lookingforanother. Bored.

RACKFOCUStoOfficerX passingtheentranceofthestorebehindhim. Thecopmoveson, downtheconcourse,outofsight. Johngetsin an"Afterburner"simulatorgame.

43B ONTERMINATOR,walkingthroughthecrowdinslowmotion.Scanning. Hemoveswithmethodicalpurpose,knowingthetargetisclose.We seethathe is,incredibly,carryingaboxofLONG-STEMROSES.Like somehopefulguywitha hotdate.

43C THECOPis pointedtowardthearcadebycomekidshangingoutat the multi-cinema.Hewalksintothemazeof kidsengagedinsynthesized combat.Cheapelectroniceffectsblareabovethecrowdnoise.

43D JOHNisshootingdownMiGsat Mach2. His friendTimslidesupnext tohim. Tapshim onthe shoulder,tryingtoplayitcool.

Johnlooksaroundthecornerofthe "Afterburner"ride.Seesthecop showingapicturetosomeof thekids. Thekids pointhisway.

Johnducksjustas thecopglancesover. Heslinksoutthe otherside ofthe rideandheadsforthe backofthe store,instinctively retreating.Sarahhastaughthimthatcopsare badnews.

THECOPscansthe crowdedarcade.GlimpsesJohn,lookingbackashe movesaroundarow ofmachines.Startstowardhim.

JOHNseesthecop hominginandstartswalkingfast. Looksback. THECOPis shovingthroughclotsofkids. Oneofthem isslammedto thefloor. Aseddyof outragebehindthecopas hegainsspeed. Johnbreaksintorun. Sodoes thecop. Kidsscatterliketen-pinsasthecopchargesafterJohn. Johnsprintsthroughthearcade'sbackofficerandstore-rooms.

Johnemergesthroughafiredoorintoalongcorridorwithconnects tothe parkinggarage.He'srunningfullout,whenaroundthecorner aheadofhim comes...

braketoa stop. Terminatorreachesintotheboxofroses.

SLOWMOTION.The coldbacksteelof theSHOTGUNemergesatthebox fallsopen,therosesspillingtothefloor. TERMINATOR'SBOOT crushestheflowersasitmovesforward.

JOHN,transfixedbyterror,istrappedinthenarrowfeatureless shootinggalleryofthecorridor.THESHOTGUNCOMESUP. Terminator expressionlesslystridesforward.Jacksaroundintothechamber, slowandfluid.

Johnlooksbehindhimfora placeto run. Seesthecopcomingtoward him,pullinghisBerettapistol.Incredibly,Johnrealizesthecop isaiminghisgun athim! Johnlooksbackat Terminator.Heisstartingintotheblackmuzzle ofthe 10-gaugenow.Aimedrightat hishead. Herealizeshe's screwed.Thensomethingcrazyhappens...

Johninstinctivelyducks.Terminatorpullsthetrigger.KABOOM!

THECOPcatchestheSHOTGUN'SBLASTsquareinthechestjust ashe firesthepistol. Thepistol'sshotgoeswild.

TERMINATORpumpsanotherroundintohim.Theanother.And another. Advancingastepeachtimehe fires,heemptiestheshotgunintothe cop,blowinghisbackwarddownthecorridor.Thesoundis DEAFENING. Thensilence.

THECOPlies stillonhisback.

44A TerminatorisnowstandingrightoverJohn.Theyboth watchasthe cop,incredibly,sitsupunharmedandgetstohisfeet. Terminator grabsJohnroughlybyhisjacket. Clutchesthekidto hischest thenspinsaroundatthe copopensfirewiththe Beretta.

44B The"cop",whonot onlyisn'tacop, heclearlyisn'tevenhuman, pullsthetriggersofastit almostseemslikea machine-pistol.

ONTERMINATOR'SBACK,asthe9mmslugsslaminto it,punchingbloody holesinthe motorcyclejacket.

JOHNisbug-eyedwithfear,butcompletelyunscratched.Terminator's bodyhasblockedthebullets.

TheBerettaCLACKSempty.Terminatorturnsatthesound. ShovesJohnbehindaCokemachine. Dropstheemptyshotgun.Starts walkingtowardthe"cop". Theemptymagazineclatterstothefloor. Thecopinsertsanotherone. Snapsbacktheslide. Terminatorstillhastwentyfeettogo. Hedoesn'tbreakhispurposefulstride.

Thecopopensfire. BulletsrakeTerminator'schest.Hedoesn't evenflinch. Tenfeetto go. BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM! Neitherthecop norTerminator showtheslightestchangeinexpressionasthegunripsTerminator's wardrobetoshreds.

CLACK.The pistolemptiesagain.Terminatorstopstwofeetinfront ofthe cop. Theappraiseeachotherfora second.

Werealizenowthatthe copis aterminatortoo.We don'tknowthe detailsyet,butlet'scallhimthe T-1000(sincethat'swhatheis). Anewermodelthan theonewe'vecometo knowso well(the800 Series"Arnold").Thisguy'saprototype...andhe'sgotquitea fewsurprises.

T-1000ANDTERMINATORsizeeachotherup. Terminatormovesfirst. HegrabsT-1000in hismassivehandsbuttheT-1000snapsbackwitha counter-grip.Afterabouttwosecondsofintenseslamming,thewalls onbothsidesof thecorridorhaveallthe plastersmashedin,and thetwobattlingmachineshaveblastedthroughthewalland disappeared.

JOHN,totallystunnedbyallthis,rememberstomove. Hestaggersto hisfeet. Stumble-runstowardtheparkinggarage.

44C THIRDLEVELCONCOURSE.AplateglasswindowEXPLODESandTerminator crashesthroughtothetilefloorlikea sackof cementamidthe screamingcrowd.

44D T-1000turnswithoutawordandheadsback throughthestoreafter John,acceleratingslowlyintoaloping,predatoryrun.

44E Terminatoristotallystill.AJAPANESETOURISTcautiouslysteps forwardandtakesapictureof thebody. Suddenly,Terminator's eyessnapopen. Thestunnedtouristbacksaway.

Hesitsup andlooksaround. Getshisbearings.Risessmoothlyto hisfeet. Allservosseemto beworkingfine. Thetourist'scamera whirsasthe motor-driverunsonbyitself,takingshotaftershow. Theownerisn'tevenlookingthroughtheeyepiece,he'ssoshocked.

Johnisfranticallypumpingthekick-startofhisbike,scared shitlessandthedamnedthingwon'tstart.His handsareshakingso badlyhecan'tfindthe choke.He looksupto see-- TheT-1000runningdownthecorridortowardhim. Johnfumbleswiththechoke. Thebikecatches. Heslamsit ingear andspinsthebike outintothemain aisleofthegarage.

Johnlooksback...theT-1000isbehindhim,running. Hetwiststhe throttleandgunsthelittlebikeforward.Incredibly,theT-1000 isgaining. Thisnightmareisn'thappening.Johnracesouttheexit ramp,andchargesrightintothestreet.

Johnshootsintothebusytraffic. Cutsoffa BIG-RIGTOWTRUCK. TheDRIVERswears.Hits hisairhorn. Whatthe driverdoesn'tsee isthe cop,runningfasterthanO.J.Simpsonattheairport,who emergesontothestreetandrunsbackat histruck.

46A INTHE TRUCK.The driverhearsathumpas somethingslamsagainsthis door,thenfeelshimselfpulledrightout.T-1000slidesin and

takeshisplace. Thetruckis stillrollingalongabout25mph. T-1000acceleratesafterJohnwithoutmissingabeat.Itcansee him, upahead,weavingthroughtraffic.

46B Outof thegarageentrance,Terminatorroarsontothestreetonthe Harley. Heacceleratesaftertheothers.

Johnslideshisbikedownthe servicerampfasterthanhe'severdone itbefore. Heracesalongthe bottomofthecanal,turningintoa narrowertributarywhichhasverticalsides.

Helooksback. No signofpursuit. 47A Suddenlyheseesthesun blockedoutbya greatshadow. TheKenworthtow-truck...bigasahouse,allchromeandroaring dieselengine...crashesthroughthefenceandlaunchesitselfright intothecenterof thecanal.

Itcrashesdown,15feet totheground,goingabout60,hits atan angleandtearsintothe concretewallwithahideousgrindingof metal.It ricochetsbackandforthbetweenthewallsthen,bellowing likea gunshotstegosaurus,itjustkeeponplowingforward,gathering speed.

47B Johnlooksbackandsees thiswallofmetalalmostfillingthenarrow concretecanalandhemilkseverylastbit ofthrottlethelittlebike has. TheKenworthisallmuscle,tearingalongthecanallikea train ina tunnel.Its bigtiressendup hugesheetsofmuddyspray, backlitinthesettingsun. Itlookslike somekindofdemon. And... it'sgaining.

47C ABOVETHEM,onthe serviceroadrunningparallel,Terminatoris fightingtoovertakethem.He looksdownandseesJohnwith thetow- truckfromHellcatchingupto him. Itis onlyabouttwentyfeet behindhimandstillgaining.

47D ANGLEINTHE CANAL,lookingbackpastadesperateJohn,atthewall ofmetalfillingframebehindhim.

47E ABOVE,Terminatorcutsthebikesuddenlyhardtotheleft,leavingthe road. Hittinganearthembankmentjustright,hejumpsthebikeinto theairlike SteveMcQueenin"TheGreatEscape"andvaultsthefence borderingthecanal.It slamsdownatthe edgeofthe canalandtears along,inchesfromthedrop-offona dirtpath,acceleratingpastthe truckinthe canalbelow.

47F Johnhitssomewaterand slewsmomentarily,loosingspeed.The massivepush-plateonthefrontofthetruckslamsintohis back fender.Panicked,hepullsa littleahead.All thisishappeningat aboutsixtymilesandhour. Topspeedfor thelittledirtbike.

47G SLOWMOTIONasTerminatorjumpsthebikeagain. Thistimethe700- poundHarleysailsoutintospaceanddropsinto thecanal. Itarcs downbetweenthetruckandJohn,hittingonits wheels.It bottoms out,anexplosionofsparksundertheframe. Onlythe ultra-fast reflexesofamachinecouldkeepthe bikeupright.Terminatorfights forcontrol.

47H Hegunsthe throttleandthepowerfulbikeroarsupbesideJohn'stiny Honda. Terminatorsweepsthekidoffhismachinewithonearm andswingshim ontotheHarley,infrontof him. John'sHondaweavesandfalls, smashinginstantlyunderthunderingtires.

TheHarleyroarsahead. Ithitseighty. Aheadisan overpass,and supportingitisanabutmentwhichbisectsthecanalintotwo channels.TheHarleythundersintoonechannel,whichisessentially ashorttunnel.

47I Thetruckcan'tfiton eitherside. Neithercanitstop,at that speed.Tireslocked,it slidesonthemuddyconcreteandpilesinto theconcreteabutmentatseventy.

47J TerminatorandJohnemergefromthetunnel,lookingbacktoseea fireballblastingthroughbehindthemasthetruck'sside-tanks explode.

TerminatorstopstheHarley.Johnpeersaroundhisbodyto seethe destruction.Aburningwheelwobblesoutofthe tunnelandflopsin themud. Terminatorrevsthebikeandtheyroar away,downthecanal, disappearingaroundabend.

47K ANGLEONTHE FIRE,asa columnofblacksmokerisesfromthe overpass. Smokeboilsfromthetunnelas well,andinsideitis asolidwall of flame.A figureappearsinthefire. Justanoutline. Walkingslowly...calmly. Thefigureemergesfromtheflames.

Itis human-shapedbutfarfromhuman.A smoothchromeman.Not a servo-mechanismlikeTerminatorisunderneath,withitscomplex hydraulicsandcables...thisthingisafeatureless,liquidchrome surface,bendingseamlesslyatkneesandelbowsasitwalks.It remindsusofmercury. Amercuryman. Itsface issimple,unformed. Unruffledbythousand-degreeheat,itwalkstowardus.

Witheachstepdetailreturns. Firsttheshapeandlinesof itsclothingemergefromtheliquid chromesurface,thenfinerdetails...buttons,facialfeatures, ears...

47K Butit'sstillal chrome.Withits laststep,thecolorreturnsto everything.Itis thecopagain...handsomeyoungface,blondhair, mustache.Icyeyes. It stopsandlooksaround.

Itis aperfectchameleon.A liquidmetalrobot.A killingmachine withtheultimateskillsofmimicryforinfiltrationofhumansociety.

47L ANGLENEARBY,asseveralpolicecruisersandafiretruckpullup. T-1000climbsoutofthe canalbehindthem.Morecops arrive.T-1000

blendsinperfectly.Therearealwayscopsat diastersandscenesof violence.Wenow seewhyits choiceofprotectivemimicryisso perfect.

Itwalksamongthe othercopsunnoticed. Getsintooneof thesquadcars. Startsitand drivesaway.

Terminator,withJohninfrontofhimon theHarley,roarsdownthe emptystreet.Johncraneshis neckaroundtogeta lookat the person/thingheisridingwith.The imageisstrangelyreminiscent offather/son,outforaneveningride.

Johnisstillin shockfromtheexperienceofwhatjusthappenedand he'sjusta ten-yearkid,buthe'salsoJohnConnorwhowill someday risetogreatness,andwesee abit ofthatin himevenknow.

Terminatorimmediatelycomplies.Heleansthebikeintoaturn. Theyheadintoa nearbyalley.

TerminatorandJohnrollsintothealleyandcometo a stop.John slidesoffthegas tank.Terminatorimpassivelystaresathim.John checkshimout. Tentativelyspeaks.

JohntouchesTerminator'sskin.Thenthebloodonhis jacket. Hismindoverloadsastherealityof ithitshim.

Johngiveshiman amazedlook.

JohnandTerminatoronthebikeagain,weavingthroughtheside streets.Theyblendintothe eveningtraffic.Inthe darkness, Terminator'swoundsarenotreadilyvisible.Johncraneshisheadup andback.

Johnmullsthatover.

Johnisquicklygoingthroughhispocketsforchange. Hehasplenty ofbillsbut noquarters.

TerminatorreachespastJohnandsmashesthecoverplateoffthe phone'scashboxwiththeheel ofhishand. A showerofchange tumblesout.TerminatorhandsonetoJohn. Johndials.

JanelleVoightpicksupthekitchenphoneandcradlesitwithher shoulderwhichshecontinuestochopvegetableswithalargeknife. Sheanswerssweetly.

Inthe backyard,John'sGermanShepherdisgoingbonkers,barkingat something.

ATTHE PAYPHONE.Johnlistens,anoddlookon hisface. He covers thephone'smouthpieceandturnstoTerminator.

INTHE VOIGHTS'KITCHEN.Toddcomesthroughthekitchen'sbackdoor. Justhomefromwork. He ignoresJanelleandopensthefridge.Grabs acartonof milk. Takesasip. Frownsat thedog'sbarking.

TIGHTONJANELLEasTodd growlsaroundthekitchenbehindher.He passesOUTOFFRAMEnext toher. Janelleswitchesthephonetoher otherhandthen...THUNK!Her freehandseemstodo somethingoutof frame.Thereis a gurgling,andthesoundofliquiddribblingonto thefloor.(Don'tgoaway. We'llfindout whathappenedinamoment)

ATTHE PAYPHONE

TerminatortakesthephonefromJohn'shand.Janelle'svoiceis floatingthroughthereceiver.

TerminatorspeaksintothephoneinaperfectimitationofJohn's voice...

Terminatornods.Speaksintothephone.

Terminatorunceremoniouslyhangsupthephone.TurnstoJohn.

Terminatorheadsforthebike.John,shocked,staresafterhim.

Janellehangsupthephone. Herexpressionisneutral.Calm.

PANOVERalongher arm,whichisstretchedoutstraightfromthe shoulder.Partwayalongitslengthherarmhas turnedsmoothlyinto

somethingelse...ametalcylinderwhichtapersintoasword-like spike.Now wesee ToddVoightPINNEDTOA KITCHENCABINETbythe spikewhichhaspunchedthroughhismilkcarton,throughhismouth andexitstheback ofhishead intothecabinetdoor. Hiseyesare glassyandlifeless.

Thespikeis withdrawn--SWIISHHTT!--sorapidly,Toddisactually standingthereasecondbeforeheslumpsoutof sight.THUMP. 53A Janelledoesn'tbataneyeas thespikesmoothlychangesshapeand color,transformingbackintoahand,andthen...

53B JANELLECHANGESrapidlyintotheCOPwenowknow astheT-1000. The changehasliquidquality.T-1000opensthebackdoor.

T-1000approachesthebigGermanShepherd,whichslinksawayfromit, barkinginfear. T-1000walkrightintoCLOSEUP. Reachesdown,OUT OFFRAME. Wehear thatsickeningTHUNKfollowedbyashrillYELP. ThenT-1000'shandsnapsupINTOFRAMEholdinga bloodydogcollar. Thetagreads"MAX". T-1000nodsthoughtfully.Headsbacktothehouse.

Dark. Offa quietstreet.TerminatorstandsneartheHarley, watchingJohnpacebeforehim.John'sbrainis callingtime-out. Thisisall tooweird.

Johnthinksaboutthat,tryingtograsptheiropponent'sparameters.

John'sstillreelingfrommeetingoneterminator,whichnowseems downrightconventionalnexttotheexoticnewmodel.

T-1000walksdownthedarkhall. It passesthebathroomandwesee therealJanelle'slegsthroughthehalf-opendoor.Theshoweris running.Herbloodmixeswith wateronthewhitetile floor.

56A InJohn'sbedroomtheT-1000beginssearchingmethodicallyinthe dark. Calmlyanddispassionatelyrippingtheroomapartforanycluesthat couldleaditto itstarget. T-1000findsabox ofaudiocassettes marked"MessagesfromMom".Init aresomeletters,andenvelopes

photos...

SHOTOFJOHN ANDSARAHduringthemissingyears.Sarahin olive cammoswithanRPG 7grenadelauncher,teachingJohnhowtoaim. Sarahwitha groupofmilitary-cladGuatemalanmen,standingnextto casesofStingermissiles.Johnand Sarahina Contracamp,deepin themountains.

Johnisnow sittingonthecurb,lostin stunnedthought.Terminator standsabovehim,watchingthestreetlikeaDoberman.He glances downatJohn.

Terminator'sreplyismatter-of-fact.

Johnstridesaway.Terminatorgoesafterhimandgrabshim arm. Johnstrugglesagainstthegrip.Whichdoesn'tdohim muchgood.

StartsdraggingJohnbacktothebike. Johnspotsa coupleof collage-ageslab-o-meatJOCK-TYPESacrossthestreetandstarts yellingtothem.

TheTWOJOCKSstarttowardhim. Johnyellsin outragetoTerminator.

Tohis surprise,Terminator'shandopenssofastJohnfallsrighton hisbutt. Helooksup atthe openhand.

Johnstaresathim inamazementasherealizes...

Terminatorexpressionlesslyliftsoneleg. Johngrins. He'sthefirston hisblock...

Thetwoguys getthereandlookat Terminatorstandingtherecalmly withoneleg upin theair. Thisbigguy inblackleatheranddark glasses,standinglikeastatue.

Johnturnstohim. No longerneedingtoberescued.

Terminatorcompliesinstantly,hoistinghimone-handedbythecollar. theguy'slegsare pinwheeling.

Immediately,thingsgetoutofhand.The guy'sfriendjumpsbehind Terminatorandtriestograbhimin afull nelson-- Terminatorthrowsthefirstguyacrossthehoodofa car-- Grabsthesecondbythe hair,whipsouthis.45 ina quickblur,and aimsthemuzzleat theguy'sforehead. JohngrabsTerminator'sarmwithayellas hepullsthetrigger-- John'sweightisjustenoughtodeflectthegun afew inches.The guyflinches,stunnedbytheK-BOOMnexttohis ear. Hestares, shocked.Pissinghimself.Johnis freakingout,too. HescreamsatTerminator.

Terminatorsetsthe.45onthe sidewalk.Johnscoopsitup fastthen turnstothe shockedcivilians,whocan'tbelievewhatjusthappened.

Theydo. Fast. JohngrabsTerminatorbythearmand tugshimtoward thebike. Johnstillholdsthegun, reluctanttogiveitback.

Johnstaresathim. Havingyourown terminatorjustbecamealittle bitlessfun tohim.

Terminatordoesn'tgetit.Johnjuststaresat him. Frightenedat whatjustalmosthappened.He getsaglimpseof theresponsibility thatcomeswithpower. Finallyhehandsthe.45 backtoTerminator, whoputsit away.

T-1000findsanenvelope...aletterfromSarahtoJohnsent since she'sbeenatPescaderoStateHospital.Itreadsthe returnaddress onthe envelope.Ithas whatitneeds. Itpicksup a tapeplayer andthebatteredshoeboxfullofSarah'stapesandexits.

59 CLOSEONA BLACK& WHITEPHOTOGRAPH.Theimageisa nightmarefrom thepast. Itis a surveillancecamerastill-framefromtheL.A. policestationwherethefirstterminatormadesuchanimpressionin 1984. Weseethe blurryformsofthecop frozenintheemergency lightsofa burningcorridor.

Ablack-cladfigurestandsattheendof thecorridor.The guyhas short-croppedhairanddarkglasses.AnAR-80assaultrifleinone hand,anda 12-gaugeintheother-- holdingthembothliketoy pistols. ANOTHERPHOTOisslappedontopof thefirst. Anotherstill-frame blow-upisplacedoverthelast. TerminatorloomsinCLOSEUP.

WIDER.We'rein --

Thephotosarelyingon thetablein frontofSarah,placedthereby DETECTIVEWEATHERSBY.HispartnerDET.MOSSBERG,andDr.Silberman, sitat thetableaswell. Two uniformedcops,plusDouglas,standby thedoor. Sarahstareslistlesslyatthetopphoto. She's withdrawn,haggard...drugged-looking.

Weathersbyslapsanotherblack-and-whiteeight-by-tenonthetable. Acloseupof TerminatortakenbytheJapanesetouristatthemall. It'sthesameface.

Sarahdoesn'treact.It'shardto tellshe'sthinking.Whethershe's uphopeor isjust ina druggedstupor.

Sarahstaresupat him. Acoldand emptystare.He glancesat Silberman. Thenathis partner.

Oneof theuniformedcopsopensthedoorandMossbergstridesinto thehall. Weathersbyandthetwouniformsfollowhimout,with Silbermanrightbehind.

TIGHTONSARAH,slumpedunderthebrightlights.Totallyoutof it. Thenwesee herhand,creepingalongtheedgeof thetabletowardthe stackofphotos. Sheslipsoffthe paperclipbindingthestills together,andhidesitbetweenherfingers.Douglasjerksherup by thearmsand leadsherout.

Douglasinchesupthelastof Sarah'srestraints.Thenherleans overher...lookingdown.Evenwreckedas sheis,we seethebeauty inher face.He bendsdown. Wethinkhe'sgoingto kissher. Insteadherunshistongueacrossherface likeadog would.She seemsnotto evenseehim. Herdull eyespasthim. Hecan't provokeareaction.Evenhere,strappeddown,thetwo ofthemalone,

shegivehim nosuperiority.Hesmirksandleaves. Wehear the soundofhis night-sticktappingitswaydownthecorridor,growing fainter.

Sarah'seyessnapsuddenlyalert.Thereisintensityandresolvein them. Sheslipsthepaperclipout frombetweenherfingersand awkwardlyspreadsitopenintoastraightpieceofwire. Withslow, painfulconcentrationshemovesittowardthelockoftherestraints thatbindherwriststo thebedat hersides.

TerminatorandJohnchargethroughthenightontheHarley.

mission.Onea ten-yearoldkid,theothera half-man/half-machine cyborgfromthepost-Apocalypticfuture.

TIGHTONRESTRAINTLOCKasit unlatches...successfullypickedby Sarah'spaperclip.Thisis notan easythingtodo. ButSarah taughtherselfalotof thingsinheryearsof hiding.

SARAH,herhandsfree,sitsup andreleasestheVelcrostrapsonher feet. Sherollsoffthe bedandwe seeherin a wholenewlight. Sheis totallyalert,almostferalinhermovements.

GUARDSHACK.A boredsecurityguardglancesupasan LAPDblack-and- whitepullsup. Heraisesthe barricadeandnodsattheT-1000/cop asit passes.

THECRUISERpullsinnextto theotherpolicevehicles.The T-1000 walkstowardthemainentrance.

Sarahisusingthe papercliponthe doorlock. Shehearsanechoing tappingsound.It'sgettinglouder,comingherway. Shegoesback toworkon thelock.

65 INTHE CORRIDOR.Douglastheattendantistappinghisstickalong thewalllikehe doeseverynighton hisrounds.He shinesalittle mag-lightinthewindowsofthecellsas hepasses,barelyslowing.

65A Heroundsthecorner. Hisfootstepsechointhe darkhallway. Thetipof thestickhitsthe wall. Tap,tap,tap...gettingclosertoSarah'scell.He stopsatthe door. Heis abouttoshinehislightin whenhe noticesthata

utilityclosetacrossthehallisopen. Hegoes toshutit, absentlyflickinghislightintothedarkcloset.He notices

onthe floor,withitshandlesnappedoffabouthalfwayup. The otherhalfismissing.

Douglaspondersthisforhalfasecond,thenhearsa SOUNDbehindhim andspinsaround. Thesoundheheardwas Sarah'scelldoor. Themissingtwofeetof MOPHANDLEfillhisvisionas itCRACKS viciouslyacrossthebridgeofhisnose.

250poundsofdoughyattendanthitthefloorlikea sackof cement. Sarahslamsthemakeshiftbatondownexpertlyacrossthebackofhis head,bouncinghimoffthelinoleum.Lightsout,Douglas. Shedragshiminto hercellandlockshim inwithhis ownkeys. Then swapshermop-handleforhisniceheavynight-stick.

65B Sarahmovesdownthedarkcorridor,cat-steppinginherbarefeet. Sheholdsthebatonlike apro,laid backalongtheforearm,police- style.She looksdangerous.

Along corridorendsatareceptionarea,whichisclosed,anda NIGHTRECEIVINGDESK,whichisaglasswindowwheretheycan buzzyou inthrougha heavydoor.A NIGHTNURSEtypesat adesknearby. She looksupat thesoundof footstepsandseesayoungcop(T-1000) walkingtowardher.

Sheassumeshe'swiththeothercops. Smiles.

Sheturnsto theinnerdoorto buzzhimin andseesSilbermanandthe copscomingtowardthedoorfromthe otherside.

Whensheturnsbackto thewindow,T-1000'snolongerthere.She goestothe counterandleansoutto seeifhe's atthedrinking fountainorsomeplace.No. Receptionisempty.And sois thelong corridorbeyond.Shefrowns. Tooweird.

66A SilbermancomesthroughthesolenoiddoorwithMossbergand Weathersby,thetwouniformedcops,andthehospitalsecurityguard. Theguardretrieveshis9mmpistolfroma lock-outboxbehindthe nightdesk. Silbermanfaceshim.

Thesecurityguardnods.Silbermangoesbackintothe secureareaof thehospitalandthecopswalk downthelongcorridortothe main doors.No signof T-1000.Mossbergandtheothercopsexit,and theguardlocksthedoor behindthem.

66B Theguardwalksslowlybackalongthelong corridor.Thehallis dark,withthelightat thenightdeskfar aheadlikeasanctuary. Hisfootstepsringhollowlyonthetilefloor. Hiskeysjingle.

66C ANGLEONFLOORas theguard'sfeetpassthroughFRAME.An instant laterthefloorstartstomove. Itshiversandbulgesupwardlikea liquidmass,stillretainingthe

quiveringshadowinthedarknesspasttheguard.

66D Upaheadwe heartyping.The nightnursehasherback tous,working. Theguardstopsas thedrinkingfountain.Bendstotakea sip. Behindhimthefluidmassas reachessixfeetof heightandbeginsto resolverapidlyintoahumanfigure.It losesthecolorand texture ofthe tileandbecomes...THEGUARD.

T-1000'smasshasbeenspreadouta quarterofaninch thickover severalsquareyardsoffloor.The guardwalkedovertheT-1000,and hisstructurewassampledthatinstant.Nowwe seeit drawinginand pullinguptoform thefigureofthe guard.

TheT-1000/Guard'sfeetarethelasttoform,thelast ofthe"liquid floor"pullingintoformshinyblackguardshoes. Theshoesdetach witha faintsuckingsoundfromtherealfloorasthe T-1000/Guard takesitsfirststep.

66E Therealguardspinsat thesoundof footstepstosee...himself. Hehas onedeeplydisturbingmomenttoconsidertheramificationsof that. Thenheseeshis doublecalmlyraiseitshandand, inexplicably,pointshisrightindexfingerdirectlyatthereal guard'sface,aboutafootaway. In asplitsecond,thefinger spearsout,elongatingintoathinsteelrodwhichsnapsout likea stiletto,slammingintotheguard'seye. Itpunchesintothecornerof theeye,pastthe eyeballlikeatrans- orbitallobotomytool,andemergesfromthebackoftheguard'sskull.

Lifequietlyemptiesfromtheguard'sface.He isdeadweight, hangingfromtherod/fingerwithsuddenlyreacts--SSSNICK.Asthe guardslumps,theT-1000takeshisweighteasilywithonehandand walkshim,likeit'scarryingasuit ona hanger,backtowardthe nightdesk. Thewoundsareso tiny,noblooddripsontothe floor.

66F ONTHE NIGHTNURSE,glancingupastheT-1000/Guardwalkspast, draggingsomethingcasuallywhichshecan'tseebecauseit'sbelow thecountertop.

T-1000/GUARD Just sometrash.

Shenods,uninterested.Keepstyping.T-1000movespast,dragging theunseenguardtowardaclosetdownthe hallfromthenight receivingstation.T-1000/GuardremovestheBrowningHigh-Power pistolandthekeysfrom therealguard'sbelt,thenstuffsthebody intotheutilitycloset.

T-1000/Guardcomesbackoutandglancesatthenurse.

T-1000/GUARD All set.

Sheglancestowardit. SeestheBerettainits holster.

T-1000/GUARD Yeah,sorry.

T-1000opensthelockerandblocksitfrom herviewwithits bodyas itmimesputtingthegun in.

66H CLOSEANGLEONT-1000'SCHEST,frominsidethelocker.Insteadof settingthegunin thelocker,itinsertsthepistolintoit own chest,whereisdisappearsinsidelikeitwasdroppedintoa potof hotfudge. Itwithdrawsitshand. Thechestis onceagainasurface thatlookslikecloth,buttons,name-tagetc.You'deverguessit was reallyanintelligentliquidmetal.

T-1000slamsthelockerdoorandwaitsas thenursehitsthe button unlockingthedoorwithaBUZZ-CLACK.T-1000/Guardgoesthrough.

Asmallroom beforeashortSALLY-PORTcorridordesignedtoprevent violentinmatesfrommakingarunforit. Therearedoorsateach end. Thefirstoneis barredlikea jail-celldoor,andthesecond isa steelfiredoor. Theattendantshaveavideomonitorwithwhich theycansee thecorridorontheothersideof thedoors.

ThetwoboredattendantsbarelynoticetheT-1000/Guardasit approaches.Looksbrieflyatachartnext tothedoor,seeing SARAHCONNORisin #19.

67A INTHE ISOLATIONWARD,theT-1000passesanurses'stationwhichlooks acage,walledin byheavymetalmesh. Silberman,leaningintheopen doorway,istalkingtoanattendantinthe cage.He doesn'tglance twiceatLewisthe Guardpassingby.

68 SARAH,movinglikeaghostin thedarkenedcorridor,hearsfootsteps comingandquietlybutquicklyunlocksacellnextto herwith Douglas'masterkey.

68A Sheslipsintothe cellandwaitsas thefootstepspass. WeglimpsetheT-1000/Guardpassthewindow. Shewaitsas thefootstepsfadeaway.She looksover.A female inmate,strappedtoabed,watchesherwithbird-likeeyes. Sheputs afingerto herlips-- SSHHH.The inmatenods.Sarahexits.

68B POVMOVINGTOWARDnurse'sstation.WehearSilberman'svoice, reviewingmedicationwiththenightattendant.

ONSILBERMAN,yawning,lookingathiswatch. Heturnsto go...Sarahisthere. Sheslamsintohim,hurlinghimthroughthedoor intothecageand followshimin. Theorderlyjumpsup,goingfor hisstunner,butshe nailshimwithDouglas'baton.WHAP-WHAP-WHAP!Youcanbarelysee thethingshe'sswingingitso fast.The guysgoesdown.

Silbermanlungesforthealarmbuttonandshecracksdownhardon his arm. Hecriesout andgrabshiswrist. Shegrabshimby thehairand slamshimfacedownon thedesk, smackinghimbehindthekneesexpertlywiththebaton. Hislegsbuckleandhe dropstohis kneeswithhischinon thedesk. Shepinshim withonehand. Heface isfullof outrageddisbelief.

68B Movingrapidly,shewhipsopenamedicationdrawerandgrabsa syringe. Theykeepa fewof thesehandyfortrankingunrulypatients.She jamsitinto theorderly'sbuttandfiresthewholeshot. Still holdingtheemptysyringe,sheseeswhatsheneednext. Theykeepthetoxiccleaningsuppliesinhereto keeptheinmatesfrom drinkingDrano.Shegrabsa plasticjugofLIQUIDPLUM'Randslams itdownon thedeskinchesfromSilberman'seyes.

Shejamsthe emptysyringeintotheplasticjug. Drawsbacktheplunger. Thesyringefillswithblueliquid. Shewhipsit outofthe jugandjams theneedleintoSilberman'sneck. Hishorrifiedeyesracktowardit. 10cc'sof bluedeathfillthe cylinder. Herthumbhoversovertheplunger. Shejerkshimto hisfeetby thecollarandgets atightgripon him, thenhaulshimthroughthedoor.

69 INTHE CORRIDORoutsidecell#19theT-1000stopsandlooksinthe window.Douglas,hisfacea bloodymess,yellstobe heard.

ToDouglas'amazement,LewistheGuardturnsimpassivelyandwalks away,leavinghimshoutingsoundlesslyatthewindow.

TerminatorandJohnareapproachingtheguardgateontheHarley. Theycansee theguardinsidelooksupat thesoundof theengine.

Johnlooksathim. He's notconvinced.

Johnholdshishandup, likehe'sbeingswornin. Terminatorstares atJohna beat. Thenmimicsthegesture.

Terminatorstopsthebikeandgetsoff. Theguard,sensingtrouble,hashisgundrawnas hecomesoutof the shack.Terminatorwalkstowardhimdrawinghis.45smoothly.BLAM! Heshootstheguardaccuratelyinthethigh. Theguydrops,screamingandclutchinghisleg. Terminatorkickstheguard'sgunaway,thensmashesthephoneinthe shackwithhisfist. He pushesthebuttontoraisethegate andwalks backtothe bike.

Terminatorclimbsontothebike.Theydrivetowardthehospital, headingdownanambulanceramptoan undergroundreceivingarea.

Theattendantsatthesecuritycheckpointlookupatthemonitoras someoneentersthecorridor.TheyseeSarah,holdingSilbermanat syringe-point. Sarahspeakstothemthroughanintercomonthe wall. Hervoice comesthroughthespeaker.

Theattendants'adrenalinelevelsjustwentoffthescale.Thefirst attendantshakeshimheadno. Theamperagehereisreallyhigh. The secondattendantkeystheintercomswitch.

2NDATTENDANT There'sno way,Connor.Let himgo.

Silberman'sfaceisthecolorofsuet.

Hervoiceis adeadlycoldhiss.

Theattendantslooksatoneanother.One ofthemhits thesolenoid button.The fardoorunlocks.

71A INTHE LOCKOUTCORRIDOR.SarahpushesSilbermanaheadofher. Thenearer,barreddoormustbeunlockedmanually. Oneof theattendantscautiouslyapproaches.Nervouslyunlocksit.

Hedoes. Shefacesboth ofthem.

Theycomply.She comesthroughwithSilberman,givingthemawide berth.Startsbackingdownthehall awayfromthem,stillholding herhostage.She'sactuallypullingthisoff.

71B ANGLEFROMBEHINDHER. Whatwecan see,butshe can'tsee,ita thirdorderlywaitingjustaroundthecorner.He'spoised,readyto jumpherwhenshe comesabreastofhim.

ONSARAHbackingup. Shereachesthecorner. Thethirdattendantlunges,grabbinghersyringe-hand. Sarahspinsonthe orderlyandcatcheshimacrossthethroatwiththe nightstick.Helosesinterestfast,droppingtohiskneesand gagging.Silbermanpullsaway,screamingatthetopofhis lungs

TheyscrambleupasSarahtakesoff likea shotaroundthecorner. Oneof themhitsthepanicbuttonandALARMSbeginto sound.

72 INTHE ISOLATIONWARD,theT-1000islookinginata verystoned attendantinsidethenurses'stationwhenthealarmsshriekthrough thehalls. Itreachesintoitschestand pullsoutthe9mm pistol. Headsforthesecurityentrance.

73 INANOTHERCORRIDORinthemazeof thevasthospital,Sarahflies pastus,her barefeetslappingonthecoldtiles. Theorderlies chargeafterher. She'slikeananimalin amaze. She turnsthecorner,glancingoff thewall,andsprintson withoutslowing.Shereachesasteeldoor. Triesit. Locked. Footstepslikeadrumsolobehindher.

ShefumbleswithDouglas'keys,breathinghard.Jamsthemasterin. Theorderliesarebearingdownonherat fulltilt. Sarahgetsthedooropen. Divesthrough. Slamsit. Sheturnsa deadboltknobjustasthefirstorderlygrabsthelatch onthe otherside.He's toolate.

Sarahseesthembeyondthewindow,fumblingwiththeirkeys.

73A Sarahisin anothersally-portcorridor.Ajail-celltypebarred doorisbetweenherand thecorridorsofthewardbeyond. Shesprintstothe wallsofbars,jamsher keyintothedoor. Sheunlocksandpullsopenthisdoor justasshe hearsthelatchof theoneshe justcamethroughbeingunlocked.

Sheflingsherselffranticallythroughthebarreddoorasthefirst orderlycomesthroughbehindher. Sheslamsthebars shut.CLANG. Herkeysare danglingfromthelockonthe othersidefromher. Theorderlyisracingat her,white-lippedwithrage.

Shereachesbackthroughthebars,turnsthekey,and purposefully snapsitoff inthelock. An instantlaterthebigorderlyslams againstthedoor,grabbingthroughthebarsforheras shedances backjustoutof reach. Helungesagainstthesteelbars,unbelievablypissedoff.

Sarahtakesoffrunning,lookingbackatthefrustratedorderlies. They'reshoutingateachother,unabletofittheirkeysintothe lock-- Thebroken-offkeytipmakesitimpossibletogettheirkeys in. Silbermanshoutsatthem.

Theorderliesrunbacktheway theycame,andalonga cross-corridor toanothersetof doors.

73B ONSARAHas sheroundsa cornerandseestheelevatorsahead. Nowshe'shome-free.At afull-tiltsprint,she'snearlytherewhen theelevatordoorspart...

TERMINATORstepsout...hisheadswivelstofaceher. Sarahreacts,strickenbytheimagefromherworstnightmares. Hereyesgo wideasmomentumcarriesherforward.

Herbarefeetslip ontheslicktile. She slamstothefloor, staringupatthe leather-cladfigurewiththeshotgun.

Shelosesallsemblanceofcourageandsomeof hersanity. She'snotevenawarethatshe isscreaming,orwhatwouldbe screamingifshecouldgetthe breathtodoit. Inslowed-downdream-time,Sarahscramblesbackalongthefloorlikea crab,spinningandclawingherwaytoher feetalongthewall.

Sherunslikethe wind,likeinher nightmare.Ifshe lookedbackshe wouldhaveseenJohnstepwarilyout ofthecorridorbehind Terminator.John,however,catchesaglimpseofthefleeingSarahand figuresoutinstantlywhathappened.

Sarahdoesn'thear.She hasclickedfullyintoherownnightmare. TheytakeoffrunningafterSarah.

73C Sheis peltingdownthelongcorridor,backthewayshecame. As she reachesanintersectionwithacross-corridorawhite-cladfigure blursfromthatcorridor.The orderlyhitsherina flyingtackle. Sheskidsacrossthefloor,shriekingandstruggling.Theothertwo orderliesleapintothefray.

Sheis shouting,pleading,tryingtogetthemtounderstandwhatis coming.Theygrab herthrashingarmsandlegs. Theydon'tevenlook wheretheout-of-controlwomanispointing...backalongthecorridor.

Theyhavepinnedherto thecoldtiles,a ringoffacesaboveher. Silbermanleansdowntoher,holdingasyringewitha heavydoseof trank.Sarahcranesher neckandseesthe darksilhouetteof Terminatorcomingupbehindthem.Itis exactlyhernightmare. Shescreamsinutterhopelessness.

Terminator,holdingtheshotguninonehand,reachesdownandgrabs oneof theorderlieswithhisotherhand. Hehurlsthe200-pound guysagainstthefarwallof thecorridor.SMACK! He dropstothe floor. Theothertwoorderliesreactinstantly,leapingontotheintruder. Terminatorseemstodisappearforamomentunderthetwobig guys. Thenthereisan explosionofwhite-cladfigures,astheorderliesare flungoutwardliketheysteppedona landmine. Onecrashesthroughawindowofsafetyglassand iscaughtbeforea two-storyfallbytheoutersteelbars. Theothercrashesthroughan officedoor,splinteringitintokindling.

SilbermanhasjumpedtoholdSarah. Heis grabbedbyaroll ofskin atthe backofhis neckandliftedlikea cat. Thedoctorfeelhis feetpedalingabovetheground.He looksintotheexpressionless face. Andithit him. Sarahwasright...thisguyisn'thuman. Hefeelsthe fabricofrealitycrumbling. Thenhefeelshimselfflyingthroughtheair. Thewallsmackshim,

thenthefloorkickshim intheface. He decidestolietherea second.

Sarahblinks,staringupatthefigureloomingoverher. Johnkneelsnexttoher.

ShelooksfromTerminatortoJohn. BacktoTerminator. Isthisa nightmare?Or hasshefinallygonetrulybad?

Incredibly,Terminatorpolitelyreacheshishanddowntoher,offering tohelpher up. Thelastthingshe everexpectedtosee.

Theorderliesarestirring.

Sarah,isa daze,takesthehugehandin hershakingfingers. Terminatorliftshertoherfeet.

73D Johnseesa GUARDstandingthirtyfeetaway,ontheothersideof the wallsofbars. Johndoesn'tknowwhatwe know,buthe knows something'snotrightwiththisguy.Terminatorturnstofollow John'sgaze. TheT-1000hadits pistolinitshand,at itsside. TerminatorpushesJohnbehindhim.Theystartbackingup.

73E TheT-1000walksforward,reachingthebars.It doesn'tstop. Itsbodydivideslikejelloaroundthebars. As itsqueezesitself throughlikemetalplaydough,itssurfacereformsperfectlyonour side. Weseeit deformandsqueezethroughlikeaviscouspaste forcedpastanobstacle. Silbermanhasrecoveredenoughtobesittingupandwatchingthis. Thatfaintsnappingsoundishismind. Thereisa CLANKandwe seethatthe guard'sgunhascaughtagainst thebars...theonlysolidobject. TheT-1000turnsitswristand triesagain,slippingthegunendwisethroughthegap.

73F Sarahisagape. Notreacting.It's beenaheavyday forher. TerminatorgrabsJohnbytheseatof hispantsandhookshim uponto hisback. Johngrabshimaroundthe neck.Terminatorraisesthe shotgunandstartsbackingup.

Sarahdoesn'tneedtobe toldtwice. T-1000walkstowardthem,openingfirewiththeBrowningHi-Power. Terminatorstraight-armsthe12-guagelikeapistolandFIRES. Thestunnedorderliesflopfacedownontheflooras thecorridoris filledwithhigh-velocitylead.Oneofthem,stupidlyrunningforthe cross-corridor,getshitbytheT-1000.

Terminatorishammeredbyseveralslugs,andtheT-1000iscratered bytwo buckshotshits.Itstaggers,butcomeson. In thecraters wesee brightmercurybeforetheycloseandreseal,disappearingina second.

73G Terminatormakesitaroundthecornerandbreaksintoarun. Ahead, Sarahisalreadyatthe elevator.TerminatorandJohnpileinand Johnslapsthebuttonfor"GarageLevel".

Thedoorsstartto close.T-1000clearsthecorner. TerminatorslamsJohnandSarahbackagainstthesidewallsasthe T-1000chargesatthem,rapidfiringtheBrowning. Theroundshitthe steeldoorsastheyclose. T-1000keepspumpingthemattheclosinggap. 73H Inside,theyseethebacksideofthe doorsdentingwiththehitsthat arepunchingholesintheotherside.

73I TheBrowninglocksopen,empty.T-1000dropsit withoutaglance back. Thedoorsclose. K-WHAM!TheT-1000hitsthem asplitsecond later.The elevatorhasn'tmovedyet.SSWWIKK!

73J Asword-likebladeramsthroughinbetweenthedoors,forcingthem open. Terminatorjamstheshotgunthroughthewideninggap.Punches themuzzlerightINTOT-1000'sface--BOOM!! 73K Weget aglimpseofthe T-1000'sheadblownapartbytheblast. It ishurtledback. Thedoorsclose. Thecardescends.

73L ONTHE T-1000,outsidetheelevator.Itshead,whichisblownapart intotwodoughymasseslyingonthe shoulders,reformsquickly. Thereisno traceofthe injury.It seesthecloseddoorandjams its handsbetweenthem,itsfingertipsbecomingpry-bars.Itpullsthe doorsapartwithinhumanstrength 73M andLEAPSINTOTHE OPENSHAFT. Itfallstwo floorsand...

74 INTHE ELEVATOR.Outtriohearsa loudTHUMPon theroof. Terminator,reloadingtheshotgun,looksup. Sarahgrabsthe.45from hiswaistbandandaimsitat theceiling. BEAT... ThenCLANGG!!aswordlikeshaftpunchesthroughtheceilingandspears downfourfeetintothe elevatorcar. Itis inchesfromSarah'sface. Sheopensfire,BAM-BAM-BAM--rightthroughtheroof. Lighting-fastthelancewithdrawsandthrustsdownagain,slashing Terminator'sjacket,andmissingJohnbyinches. TerminatorchambersaroundandK-BOOM!the12-guageopensaholein theceiling. Terminatorrocksoutinafury offiring/cocking/firingasthemetal shaftsslashdownagainandagain. Sarahyellsinpainas oneof them slicesopenherupperarm.

75 Thedoorsopen. SarahpullsJohnoutas soonas thegapis wide enough. Theyemergeintothebasement.We seethe Harleyparkednearby.

Terminator,inarearguardaction,firesanotherblastthroughthe ceilingandrunsout. Hethrowshis legovertheHarley,kicksit to lifewithonepowerfulstrokeandthenwhipssomethingoutofthe innerpocketofhisjacket. Hethrowsit toJohn. A roadflare!?

76 Inthe elevator,theT-1000hasbashedaholein theceilingbig enoughto... Pouritselfthrough. Amassiveblobof mercuryextrudesfromtheopening.Themassdrops throughthehole,downoutof frame,thencomesbackupinto frame asOfficerX.

Itseemsto needjusta secondtogetits mentalacttogetherafter doingthiskingof taffy-pullwithitself.Itopensitseyesand sees--

77 TERMINATOR,theshotgunheldinhis teeth,astridetheroaring

clutch. Thebacktirescreamson theconcrete.Thefrontwheelliftsoff the groundandtheheavybikelaunchesina thunderingwheelie.

Terminatorgetsoffjustbeforethebikehurtlesintotheelevator. TheHarleyslamstheT-1000squareandsmashesitrightthroughthe backwallof theelevator. Terminatorrollstohisfeet. Johnsstrikestheflareonthe concrete.Tossesit. Terminatorcatchesthelifeflarewithonehand. Levelstheshotgunwiththeother. Withhislastroundhe blowsa bigholein thebike'sgastank. Gassplasheseverywhere,coveringthestrugglingT-1000. Terminatortossestheflare.KA-VOOOM!

TheexplosionknocksTerminatorbackwardoffhisfeet,envelopinghim inthe fireball.Hegetsup, smoking,andrunsafterJohnandSarah towardtheexitramp.

78 ATTHE EXITRAMP. Theyarepartwayupwhena blue-and-whitehospital securitycarcomesscreechingdowntheotherway. WithoutbreakingstrideSarahrunsrightatthecar. Itskidsto a shriekinghalt.She'sinthe guy'sfacewiththe.45 inbothhands.

Thepatrolguyis thinkingwhathecantry whenBLAM!sheputsa round throughtheglassnexttohis head.

Thedooropensand theguyis comingoutwithhishandsup as Terminatorarrives.Thecyborgflingstherent-a-copoutoftheway andslidesbehindthewheel. SarahgetsJohnintothe backseatand divesintothefrontpassengerseatas--

78A Terminatorslamsthecarintoreverseandpunchesit,lightingupthe tiresonthe slickramp.

TerminatorhandstheshotgunoverhisshouldertoJohnandtellshim toreload. Johnpullssomeshellsfromthepocketof hisarmyjacket andstartsfeedingthemin. Terminatorpowerbackwarduptheramp,scrapingalongonewall,barely incontrol. Because...

79 TheT-1000isrunningat themoutof theinfernobelow. Thisguywon'tquit. Shiftingfromchromemodetocop-formasit runs. Itsprintsupthe rampaftertheretreatingcar.T-1000is gaining.

80 TerminatorhandsSarahanothermagazineforthe.45.Shesnatches it,dropstheotherout, andslapsinthe newone. Cockstheslide. Thecarbacksalongthe servicedrivewaytowardthesecuritygate. Johnhandstheshotgun backtoTerminator. Heleansout thewindowandtakesaimat thepursuer. TheT-1000'sfaceisrightin theheadlights. 80A Terminatorfires,blowingaholeinitsshoulder.Shinyliquidmetal visibleinthehole,whichthencloses. 80B Sarah,halfoutthepassengerwindow,opensfire. Thecarcrashesbackwardthroughthesecuritybarricade.

Hecutsthe wheelhard. Thecarslewsintoa reverse180,swapping endswitha screech. T-1000isalmostonthem. Terminatorpunchesit.Thecaracceleratesforward.

80C T-1000leaps.Landson thetrunk. Itshandis ametalcrowbarslammeddownthroughthetrunklid. Feetdraggingonthepavement,itslamsitsotherhand down, punchinganothermetalhookintothetrunklid,pullingitselfup. TerminatorturnstoSarah.

Terminatorheaveshimselfhalfoutthedriver'swindow.Sarahslaps herfootdownon thethrottleandsteersfromthepassengerside.

80D T-1000,fullyonthecar now,holdsonwithone hook-handwhileit slamstheotherintothe backwindow,sweepingawaytheglassand missingJohnbyinchesashe ducks. Itdrawsbackfor anotherswing,lungingforwardas--

80E Terminatorwhipstheshotgunovertheroofofthecar. Firespoint-blank. HitstheT-1000'sarmjustabovethe "hand"whichanchorsittothe car. The12-guageblowsthearmapart,severingthehook-hand.

80F T-1000tumblesbackwardofftheacceleratingcar. Johnlooksoutthe backwindow,hiseyeswide. Heseesthe T-1000rolltohis feetandcontinuerunning. Buthe'sdroppingwaybehindnow. Sarahhasthe carflooredandthe liquid-metalkillerwon'tcatchthemonfoot.

80G Johnwatches,inawe,as the"crowbarhand",stuckintothetrunk rightinfrontof him,revertstotheneutralpolyalloy...akindof thinkmercury.Thegray metalslidesoffthetrunkof thecarand fallsontotheroadto lietherein aquiveringblob.

80H Thecarspeedsoff intothenight. REVERSEontheT-1000,walkingnow,comingrightupintocloseup, watchingthetaillightsrecede.It looksdown.

80I ANGLEONBLACKTOP,tightontheliquidmetalblob. Nextto itis the T-1000'sshinycopshoe.The mercuryblobcrawlsandrejoinsthe mainmass,disappearingintothe"shoe".

AGHOSTCAR blastsoutofthe darknessonalong stretchofmoonlight highway.Headlightsoff,thehospitalsecuritycarpunchesaholein thewind.

81A INSIDETHESPEEDINGCARtheenergyisstillhigh. The airisblowing inthe shatteredwindowsasTerminatordrivesthecareasilyby electronicnight-vision.Hiseyesglowfaintlyred.

81B TERMINATOR'SPOV.Amonochromeimageofthehighwaylitbrightas day.

81C Terminatorrepliesinamatter-of-facttone.

SarahlooksatTerminator,stillnotquitebelievingthisis happening.Butthisis adifferentSarahthanthewaitressof1984. Shespendsonlya secondortwodealingwiththe unbelievable. Thensheturnsto Johninthe backseat.

Henods. ShereachesforJohn andwethinkshe'sgoingto hughim. Shestartstorub herhandsoverhim andwerealizeshe'scheckingfor injuries,veryclinicallythewayavetchecksa dogforbrokenbones.

Hepullsawayfrom her. Hehatesheralwayscheckinghim,treating himlikehe mightbreak,likesomepieceofrare china.

Sarahlooksathim,exasperatedandstern.

Johnstaresather,surprised.

Wesee hischinquiver. He'satoughkid, butallhe reallywantsis forherto lovehim. He hasn'thadenoughyearsontheplanetyet to bethe manofsteelshe demands.

Hisfacecrumples.He startstocry. Sarahgiveshim acoldstare.

He'stryingtobe brave,hereallyis. Terminatorturnsandseesthe waterleakingfromhiseyes. Itdoesn'tmakeandsenseto him.

Johnturnsaway,ashamed.Sarahletsher breathout,realizinghow keyedupshe is. Sheturnsto Terminator,givinghimawaryonce- over.

Thecopshaveshownup, astheyalwaysdo. Thereare black-and-whites everywhere,andambulancesarearriving.Twocopsandanorderlyare requiredtosubduepoorDoctorSilberman,whoisravingatthetop of hislungs.

It'squitepathetic. Anurseshootshim upwitha sedative.Theyleadhim away.

82A T-1000walksunperturbedamongthemillingcops.Noonenoticeshim. Itslipsintoits cruiseranddrivesoffintothenight.

Terminatordrivessteadilyintotheblacknight.

Sarahthinksaboutthat.Then:

Theyridealongin silenceforafew seconds. Sarahseessomethingupahead,somelonelyneoninthe blackness.

Arundowngasstationwitha buzzingneonsignandno onearound. Theypullintothe driveandslowlycruisepasttheemptyoffice. A signinthe windowsaysCLOSEDSUNDAYS.Theycontinuearoundthe buildingtothegarage'sbackdoor.

ATTHE GARAGEDOOR.Terminatorbreaksthelockonthe roll-updoor andraisesit. Sarahpullsthesecuritycarin outof sight. Terminatorrollsthedoordownbehindthem.

Dark. Sarahswitchesonthesingledrop-light.SheandTerminator lookateach other.Terminatorisshot-upandbleeding,andSarah hasa viciousslashinherupperarm whichwassoakedhersleevewith blood.

86 TIGHTONFIRST-AIDKITfromtheoffice,plussomenot-so-oilyrags,a bottleofrubbingalcohol,afewsmalltools,andothermakeshift oddsandends. Terminator'shandcomesintoshot.Setsdowna bloody rag. Picksupa cleanone.

WIDER.Sarahsits onan emptycrate.Terminator'sisbesideher, suturingherwoundwithsomefinewirefromthe windingofan alternator.Usingapairof needlenosepliershedrawsthewire throughherpaleskinwitha delicatehand.

Sarahstaresintohisface,inchesaway,fightingthepain. She doesn'tlikehimbeingthiscloseto hertobeginwith,let alone carvingonher.

87 TIGHTONTERMINATOR'SBACK.Theleatherjacketisriddledwithbullet holes.Sarahand Johnhelppullit off,revealingTerminator's broad,muscularbackbeneath.

WIDER.John andSarahstareinamazement.Thereare atleasttwenty bulletholesinhim. Back. Arms. Legs. Fortunatelythey'reall 9mm. Theholesaresmalland thedamagecosmetic.

TIGHTONSARAHAND TERMINATOR.Sarahstartswashingthebulletholes inhis broadbackwithalcohol.

findsthecopper-jacketedbullets,flatteningagainstthearmored endoskeleton.Pullsthemout.They CLINKonebyone intoa glass.

Sheconcentratesonremovingtheslugs.CLINK. CLINK.

Sarahnods,pullingoutanotherslug.CLINK. Theglassnearlyfull offlattenedbullets.Shebeginsto sewtheholesclosedwitha few wiresutures.Johnwatchesin quietamazement,thetwowarriors calmlyfixingeachother.

Terminatorturnstowardshim.

88 E.C.U.OFAN X-ACTOKNIFEcuttingintoTerminator'sscalpatthebase ofhis skull.His voicecalmlydirectsSarahasshespreadsthebloody incisionandlocatesthemaintenanceportfortheCPUinthe chrome skullbeneath.

Shewipesawaythe bloodandusesthegarage-mechanic'sairtoolsto unscrewtheportcover.

88A TERMINATORPOV(DIGITIZED)ashewatchesherworkina mirrorthey've takenfromthewashroom.Sarahand Johnarestandingbehindhim. Herhandsarecoveredwithblood,likea surgeon's.

Followingtheinstructions,shereachesinwithapairoftweezersand PULLS--thereis aBURSTOF STATICandthescreengoesBLACK.

89 TIGHTONJOHNAND SARAHlookingatwhatshehas removed.A reddish- brownceramicrectanglewithaconnectorononeend. Aboutthesize andshapeof adomino. Oncloseinspectionitappearstobe madeup ofsmallcubesconnectedtogether.Itis identicaltotheshattered onein thevaultatCyberdyneSystems.Nowwe knowit isthatthat MilesDysonvaluessohighly. Thebrainofa terminator.

89A WIDER.John walksaroundTerminatorandlooksathisface. Eyesopen,heis completelyinert.Dead.

Johnliftshishugehand. The deadservoswhinesullenlyasheforces them. It'slikerigormortis.He releasesthehandandit staysin theliftedposition.SarahexaminestheCPUchip.

Sheignoreshim. Seelooksat Terminator. Thebackat thechip. Thenshesetsit onthe worktableandpicksup asmallsledgehammer. Johnrealizeswhatsheisaboutto do. Divesat herasthe sledgeis whistlingdown.

Heslapshis handdownoverthechip. Sarahbarelystopsthesledgebeforesmashinghisfingers.

Johnkeepshishandrightwhereit is.

Smartkid. He'sgother. She nods,reluctantly.Hepalmsthechip andstudiesitminutely.

89B Johntakesa pinandmovesthe almostinvisibleswitchtotheother position.

Itis nowin "write"mode.Thenhe grimacesasheinsertsthewafer backintotheslot inTerminator'sskull.

89C TERMINATORVISIONflaresbacktolifeina burstofstatic. Theimage forms.Sarahand Johnstandsbehindhiminthe mirror.

JohnglancessheepishlyatSarah,ThensmilesatTerminator.

90 JOHNSLEEPING,lyingonapile ofragsnextto a stackoftires. Thelightsareoff. Sarahsitsnearby,cross-legged,hebackagainst thewall.

The.45is cradlesinherlap. She looksweary,butshewon'tallow herselftosleepwithTerminatorpresent.

Bythe officewindows,inaslashof moonlight,isTerminator.He standssilentandstill,watchingthenight.Onlyhis eyesmove, trackingwiththeoccasionalcarpassingontheroad. Hefigure silhouettedandstill.

91 SAMEIMAGE. NowDAYLIGHTstreamsinthedustywindows. Terminatorhasnotmoved.Faithfulmachinesentinel.Heturnsat a sound.John stirs,wakingup.He squintsintothesunlight.Sarah isstillawake. Shegetsup, wincingatthepainin herarm.

JohnandTerminatorwalkstoanold Chevypickupparkedbehindthe garage.The dayisclearbut windy.Dust devilschasethemselves behindtheplace. ThepickupislockedbutTerminatorbreakstheside windowwithhisfistand opensthedoor. Heand Johnclimbin.

92A INTHE PICKUP.Terminatorhasthistrick(whichyoucoulddotoo if youhadservo-drivensteelfingers)wherehesmashesthecowlaround asteeringcolumnwithoneblowfrom thepalmof hishand. Whenit shattershestripsitawaywitha singlemove,andthenturnsthe stub ofthe lock-mechanismwithhisfingertips.Thisstartsthevehicle. Ittakesaboutthreeseconds.

Infact,he doesitso quickly,thetruckisrunningbythe timeJohn flipsdownthesun visor.A setof keysdropsoutand Johncatches them. DanglestheminfrontofTerminator'seyes.

92B Sarahcomesout. She'sfoundamechanic'scoverallinside,usedbut fairlyclean.It doesn'tfithertoowell,but it'sbetterthanthe stufffromthehospital.She'sstillbarefoot. Thesun,whichshe hasn'tseeninmonths,hurtshereyes, TerminatorandJohnpullupin thepickup.She getsin.

92C TERMINATOR

We needto getasfar fromthecityas possible.

THEOPENROAD. Thepickuproarsthroughlighttrafficdownalong stretchofhighway.Theyset threeabreastonthebenchseat,John inbetween,likesomeimprobablefamilyonacar trip. Sarahleansovertoget alook atthespeedometer.

Terminatorbacksoffthethrottleslightly.

Terminatornods,filingawaytheinformation.Sarahisignoringthe lesson,lostinthought.

94-95 OMITTED

There'sagaspump anda sleazyfast-foodstand.Picnictablesare setup attheside ofthefood stand.A familysitsatone, children playingandrunningabout. 96A Thepickuptruckpullsintothelot. Stopsat thegas pump. SarahturnstoJohn.

Johnpullswhat'sleftofhis Ready-Tellermoneyfromhispocket.

Sarahgrabsallof it. Peelsoffa twenty,handsittoJohn.

Sheopensthetruckdoor andstepsout. Johnturnsto Terminator.

97 THEORDERINGWINDOWasJohnandTerminatorapproach.

Goestothe orderwindow.

JohnpointsatTHREETEENAGEGUYSstandingata drinkingfountain nearby.One ofthemhas saidsomethingfunnyandtheothersare laughing,grinning.

Terminatortriesit.Theresultis dismal.A rictus-likecurlingof thelip. Terminator'snexteffortisamarginalimprovement.

SarahandJohnare eatingcheeseburgersandfries,sittinginthe truckandon thecurbrespectively.Theyareparkedawayfromthe otherfamilies,attheendof thegravelparkingarea.Terminator ispouringcoolantintotheradiator.Sarahis deepinthrough, turningandturningthewholethinginher brain.John,unableto dealwithhersilence,goesaroundtowhereTerminatorisworking.

98A Johnseestwokids playingwithmachine-gunwaterpistolsnearby, viciouslysquirtingeachother.

JohnandTerminatorwatchthemrollingonthegroundina fightto the death.Sarahroundsthe frontofthetruck,and seesthekids. John sighs,solemn.He looksupat thecyborg.

Johnnods,depressed.

98B Terminatorclosesthehoodandgetsintothetruckas hespeaks.

stealthbombersareupgradedwithCyberdyne computers,becomingfullyunmanned,Afterward, the flywitha perfectoperationalrecord.

Theyacceleratebackontothehighway.

MilesDysonsitsatthe hugedeskin hisstudy. Heis deepin thought,tappingawayatthekeyboardofhishomecomputerterminal. Nexttodesk areracksofsophisticatedgear.Ona Sundaymorning, whenmostmenare relaxing,spendingtimewiththeirfamilies,Dyson ishardat work.

INA PROFILECLOSEUPweseehimin deepconcentration,hismind prowlingthelabyrinthofhisnewmicroprocessor.

AWOMAN'SFACEENTERSFRAMEsoundlesslybehindhim.Hedoesn'thear her. Hiswife,TARISSA,extendshertongueandtracesitdownthe backofhis neck. Hesmilesandturnsto kisshergoodmorning. She'sstillinher bathrobe,holdingcoffee.He'sbeenupforhours. Heturnsand goesbacktowork,forgettinginstantlythatsheis standingthere.

Shewatcheshimwork,thearcanesymbolsmovingacrossthescreen. Wesee herfrustration,herinabilitytotrulyenterthemagicbox ofhis world.

Hepointsto ametalbox onhisdesk,abouttwo feetlong. As assemblyofsmallcubes.It lookslikea dinosaurversionof Terminator'sCPU.

Hetakesher hands.We seea childlikeexcitementinhisface.He wantssobadlyto sharethealmostorgasmicthrillofdiscovery, thesatisfactionofcreation.

Heholdsup histhumbandindexfinger...afractionofan inchapart. Shepicksup theprototype.Itdoesn'tlooklikemuch.

Hetakesthe anodizedboxfromherhandsandsetsit down. Thenhe putshishandson hershouldersandkisseshergently.She acquiesces tohis kiss.

Tarissaglancesoverhisshoulder.Shenodsher headtowardthe doorwaytothestudy. Dysonturnsandseestheirtwo kidsstanding there.Danny(6) andBlythe(4)lookrumpledandadorableintheir PJs. Dysonwiltsattheirhopefulexpressions.

Dysongrins.Theforcesofdarknesshavelostthisround. Heholds outhishandsand hiskidsrun tohim,cheering.

A100 EXT.DESERT/COMPOUND-DAY

hallucination.Heatshimmerstheimage,mirage-like. Terminatorturnsthepickupoffthepavedroadandbarrelsalonga roadbedasandand gravel,trailingahugeplumeofdust. Asign attheturnoffsays: CHARONMESA 2MI

CALEXICO 15MI

A101 AHEADisa patheticoasisofhumanityinthevastwasteland,acouple ofaginghouse-trailers,surroundedbyassortedjunkvehiclesand desert-styletrash.Thereisadirt airstripbehindthetrailers,and astrippedHueyhelicoptersittingonblocknearby.

Thetruckrollsto astopin a cloudofdust. Theplacelooks deserted.Thedoorto thenearesttrailerbangsinthewind.

A102 ANGLEFROMINSIDEANOTHERTRAILER,NEARBY. ADARK FIGUREintheF.G.has anAK-47trainedonthe pickupas Sarahgetsout.

ONSARAHpeeringthroughthebacklitdust. Thesoundof wind.She approachesthetrailer.

ShehearsKACHANK!behindherandspins,whippingouther.45in one motion.

ENRIQUESALCEDAstandsbehindarustingjeep,a12-gaugepumptrained onher. He ismid-forties,atoughGuatemalanwithaweatheredface andheavymustache.He wearscowboybootsanda flakvest,noshirt.

Hisfiercefacebreaksintoa broadgrin. Theshotgundropstohis sideashe walkstowardher. Whenhereachesherhe hugsher,then stepsback.

Hegrinsat Johnashe stepsfromthetruck,and thenclocks Terminatorgettingout.

Terminatorsmiles.Sortof. Salcedasquintsathim,

Athin GuatemalanKID,FRANCO,eighteenorso,comesoutofthe trailerwiththeAK-47,followedbySalceda'swife,YOLANDA.Shehas THREEyoungerchildrenwithher,fromafive-year-oldGIRL,JUANITA, toa year-and-half-oldBOY.ShewavesatJohn. Theyexchange greetingsinSpanish.Theyseemlikenice people. TerminatorlooksdownatJohn,nexttohim. He saysquietly...

Salcedaripsthecapoff thetequilabottle.Thetwo-year-oldtoddles toTerminatorandgrabshispants,slimingthemwithdrool. Terminatorlooksdownatthetinykid,fascinated.Whatis it? Hepicksup thechildwithone hugehand. Looksatit. Turnsit differentways.Studyingit. Thensetsitdown. The kidwaddles off,a littledizzy.

Shehandshimthe tequilaandtakesthechild. Salcedatakesalong pullfromtheCuervobottle.

Terminatorgestures"no"attheprofferedbottle,butSarahgrabsit andtakesa longpull. Shelowersitwithoutexpression.Hereyes don'tevenwater.

A103 EXT.COMPOUND/BEHINDTHETRAILERS

Thereisan agingandrustedCaterpillarsittingbehindoneofthe

oneendof a pieceofheavychainwhichdisappearsintothesand.

Terminatorhooksthechainontothetowhookonthebackof the tractor.Johnhitsthe throttleandtheCatchurnsitstreads, pullingsomemassiveload.A six-by-eightfootsheetofsteelplate movesslowlyundersixinchesofsand.

Johndragsitfar enoughtoreveal...arectangularholeinthe ground.Likethe mouthofa tomb. Thekiddropsdown fromthe tractorandwalkstothe hole.

A104 INT.WEAPONSCACHE

Frominsidethe"tomb". Sunlightslashesdownintoacinder-block room,lessthansixfeet widebutovertwentylong. Sandspillsdown thesteps. Thewallsarelinedwith guns.

JohnprecedesTerminatorintoSarah'sweaponscache.Rifles,pistols, rocketlaunchers,mortars,RPGs,radiogear.Atthefarend,boxes containingammo,grenades,etc.arestackedtotheceiling. Terminatorgetsrealalert.Scanning,wonderingwheretobegin.He picksupa MAC-10machinepistol.Racksthebolt.

A105 EXT.COMPOUND/NEARBY

Sarahemergesfromatrailer. Shehaschanged. Boots,blackfatigue pants,T-shirt.Shades.She lookshard. Salcedaisnearby,packingfoodandothersurvivalequipmentwith Yolanda.He looksupas Sarahapproaches,andslapsthesideofa BIGFOUR-BYBRONCOnexttohim,

Sheslapshimon theshoulder.

A106 INT.WEAPONSCACHE

selectingriflesfromalongrack.

JohngrabsanAK-47and rackstheboltwitha practicedaction. Inspectsthereceiverforwear.Doesn'tlikewhathe sees. Putsis back. Hismovementareefficient.Professional.Uninterested.

TerminatorhasfoundaVietnam-era"blooper"M-79grenadelauncher. Avery crudebuteffectiveweapon.Heopensthe breechandinspects thebore.

Terminatorpausesforasecond.The thoughtneveroccurredtohim. Hesearcheshimmindfor theanswer...

TerminatorslingstheM-79andstartslookingforthegrenades.

Johnisidly spinningaSigSaur9mm pistolonhisfinger...backwards andforwardslikeBatMasteron.

Terminatorpullsbackacanvastarp,revealingasquat,heavyweapon withsixbarrelsclusteredinabluntcylinder. Chain-ammoisfed froma canistersittingnexttoit. AG.E.MINI-GUN. Themost fearsomeanti-personnelweaponoftheVietnamera. Terminatorheftsit.Looksat Johnasif tosay "CanI? Please?"

A107 EXT.COMPOUND-DAY/LATER

SarahandJohnhavetheirweaponsandsupplyselectionslaidedouton twobatteredpicnictablesforcleaningandpacking.Maps,radios, documents,explosives,detonators...justthebasics.Sarahisfield- strippingandcleaningguns,verymethodical.Thereisnowasted motion.

Notfaraway,John andTerminatorareworkingontheBronco.They're greasyupto theirelbows,lyingontheirbacksundertheengine compartment,ratchetingboltsintoplacesonthenewwaterpump.

Johnthinkshe'sbeingcausal,buthislongingforsomekind of parentalconnectionisobvious.

Theycrawloutfromunderthe truckintothebrightsunlight.

TerminatorgetsintotheBroncoandturnstheignitionkeyandthe enginecatcheswitharoar.

Johngrinsanddoesa victoriousthumbsup. Terminatorimitatesthegestureawkwardly. Johnlaughsandmakeshimget outof thetruck,totry themoveagain.

A108 SARAH,acrossthecompound,pausesinherworktowatchJohn and Terminator.

A109 SARAH'SPOV...wedon'thearwhatJohnand Terminatoraresaying.It isa soundlesspantomimeasJohnistryingtoshowsomeothergestures tothe cyborg.Tryingtoget himto walkmorecasually.Johnwalks, thenTerminatortriesit,thenJohngestureswildly,talkingvery fast...explainingthefundamentalprinciplesofcool.Theytryit again.Continuedadlib aswe hear:

Sarahclenchesherjawandgoesgrimlybackto work...astrongwoman madehardandcold byyearsof hardchoices.

CUTTO;

A110 EXT.ROAD- DAY

Apolicecruiserisparkedoff thesideof aquiet,emptyroadon the outskirtsofLosAngeles.A ribbonoftrafficmovessteadilybyona

pump-jackssuckingtheearthonthehillbehindit.

A111 INTHE CRUISER.TheT-1000sitsinside. John'snotesandlettersare spreadoutonthe seatbesideit. Sarah'svoicespeaksfroma cassettedeck.John'stapes. Hervoicesmixeswiththestaticfilled chatteroftheradiothatT-1000monitorsforanysignsof its targets.

T-1000whipsaroundandrewindsthetape,replayingthelastsection. Itthensnapsup theenvelopeofphotoswe sawearlier.

ECUon envelope.Wesee thepostmark:"CharonMesa,Calif."

TIGHTONT-1000staringatthe postmarkontheenvelope.It glances upat thesoundof crunchinggravel.Intherear-viewitseesa BIKE COPpullingontotheshoulderbehindit. ThebigKAWASAKI1100idles upnextto theT-1000,stillseatedinthe cruiser.

A112 EXT.HIGHWAY-DAY/MINUTESLATER

TheT-1000thundersalongontheKawasaki1100,doingaboutahundred andtwenty. PANWITHIT untilitrecedestowardthehorizon.

A113 EXT.COMPOUND-DAY(LATEAFTERNOON)

Sarahsitsatthe picnictable.The weaponsarecleanedandherwork isdone. Shehasn'tsleptin twenty-fourhoursandsheseemstohave theweightofthe wholeworldonher shoulder. Shedrawsherknifefrom itsbeltsheath. Idlystartstocarvesomethingonthetabletop...the letter"N".

A114 NOTFARAWAY,John andTerminatorarepackingtheBroncoforthetrip.

A115 ONSARAH,AT THETABLEasshe looksupfromher carving,thinking. ShewatchesSalceda'skidsplayingnearby...wrestlingwithamutty dogandlovingit. SarahwatchesYolandawalkinghertoddlerbyher hands.Backlit,stylized.Shelooksover atJohn. Loadinggunsand supplies.

A116 ANGLEONkidsplaying.

A117 SARAH'SHEADdroops.Sheclosesher eyes.

A118 TIGHTONsmallchildrenplaying.Differentones. Widernow,toreveala playgroundinapark. Veryidyllic. Adream playground,crowdedwithlaughingchildrenplayingonswings,slides, anda junglegym. Itcouldbe theplaygroundwesawmeltedandfrozen inthe post-nucleardesolationof2029.Butherethegrassisvibrant greenandthesun isshining.

118A Sarah,short-haired,lookingdrabandparamilitary,standsoutsidethe playground.Anoutsider.Her fingersarehookedina chain-link fenceandsheis staringthroughthefenceattheyoungmothers playingwiththeirkids.A grim-facedharbinger.

118B Somegirlsplayskip-rope.Theirsing-songweavesthroughtherandom burblinglaughterofthekids.One ofthe youngmotherswalksher two-year-oldsonbythehands.She iswearinga pinkwaitress uniform.Sheturnsto us,laughing. Itis Sarah.Beautiful.Radiant. Sarahfromanotherlife, uncontaminatedbythedarkfuture.Sheglancesatthe strangewoman beyondthefence.

118C Grim-facedSarahpressesagainstthefence.Shestartsshoutingat theminSLOW MOTION.No soundcomesfromhermouth. Shegrabsthe fenceinfrustration,shakingit.Screamingsoundlessly. WaitressSarah'ssmilefalls.Thenreturnsasherlittleboythrows somesandat her. Shelaughs,turnsaway,asif thewomanatthe fencewerea shadow,atrickoflight.

118D-118FOMITTED

118G THESKYEXPLODES. Thechildrenignitelikematchheads.Sarahis burning,screamingsilently,everythingsilentandoverexposed.

118H THEBLASTWAVEHITS...devouringthecoweringmothersandchildren. Sarah'sscreammergeswiththehowlofthe windasthe shockwaverips intoher,blastingherapartandshe...

119 Wakesup. Allis quietandnormal.The childrenarestillplayingnearby.Less thanfifteenminuteshavegoneby.

Bathedinsweat,Sarahsitshunchedoverthetable. Everymuscleisshaking.She isgasping. Sarahstrugglestobreathe,runningherhandthroughherhairwhichis soakedwithsweat,She canescapefromthehospital,butshecan't escapefromthemadnesswhichhauntsher.

Shelooksdownat thewordsshehas carvedonthetable,amidthe scrawledheartsandbird-droppings.Theyare:"NOFATE." Somethingchangesinhereyes.She slamsherknifedownin thetable top,embeddingitdeeplyinthewords. Thengetsup suddenlyand we--

A120 LONGLENSon Sarahwalkingtowardus,stridingacrossthecompound withgrimpurpose.She carriesasmallnylonpackand aCAR-15 assaultrifle.Herface isan impassivemask.Shehasbecomea terminator.

A120A JOHNLOOKSUPfrom hisworkin timetosee Sarahthrowtherifle behindtheseatof theirstolenpickup,jumpinandstartit. She slamsitin gear. SalcedawalksuptoJohn.

ButJohnis moving,runningafterher.

A120B MOVINGWITHSARAHasshe leavesthecompound.Wesee Johnrunning afterher...yelling.Can'thearhiswords. Shelooksin therear- viewmirrorbutdoesn'tslowdown.

A121 EXT.COMPOUND-DUSK/MINUTESLATER

JohnandTerminatorpondersthemessagecarvedintothetopofthe picnictable.Sarah'sknifeisstillembeddedthere.

JohnmotionstoTerminatorandbreaksintoarun.

A122 INT./EXT.SARAH'SJEEP-DUSK

darkglasses,shelooksaspitilessasan insect.

A123 EXT.HIGHWAY-NIGHT

TRACKINGWITHTHEBRONCO,TerminatorandJohnheadingtowardL.A.

Terminatorisstillstumped.

PANNINGastheypass,revealingthelightsofthecity ahead.

A124 EXT,DYSON'SHOUSE-NIGHT

Thehouseis high-techandluxurious.Lotsofglass. Dyson'sstudy islit bluishwiththeglowof hiscomputermonitors.Heis atthe terminal,working.Whereelse?We seehimclearlyin alongshot fromanembankmentbehindthehouse.

ADARK FIGUREmovesintotheforeground.RackfocustoSarahas she turnsintoprofile.She raisestheCAR-15rifleandbeginsscrewing thelongheavycylinderofa sound-suppresserontotheendofthe barrel.

A125-A125KOMITTED

129 OMITTED

Dyson'skids,DannyandBlythe,areplayinginthehallswitha radio- controlledoff-roadtruck.DannydrivesandBlythescampersafterit, tryingtocatchit. Theystop inthehall outsideDyson'sstudyand seeshimworkingathis terminal.Dannyputsa fingertohislips, shushingBlythe.Hisexpressionismischievous.

129B Withthesilencerinplace,Saraheasesbackthe boltandthenslips itforward,chamberinga.223round.Then sheliesdownon the embankment. Hecheekpressedagainstthecoolrifle-stock,sheslidesonehand slowlyforwardtobracetheweapon,takingtheweightonher elbow. Herotherhandslipsknowinglytothetrigger.

Herexpressioniscold,impassive.Shelooksthroughthescopeat the manin thehouse. Shefeelsnothingassheraisesthe rifle.

130 OMITTED

DYSON,indeepthought. Therhythmicsoundsofkeysashe works. Symbolsonthescreenshift.

ONHIS BACKwesee theglowingreddotappear. Itis thetargetdot ofSarah'slaserdesignator.Itmovessilentlyuphis backtoward hishead.

INEXTREMECLOSEUPweseeSarah'seyeat thenight-scope. TIGHTINSERTonherfingeras ittightensonthe trigger,takingout theslack. Shetakesa deepbreathandholdsit. Adjustsher positionminutely.

Thelaserdotjiggleson thebackof Dyson'sneckandthenrises, centeringonthebackof hisskull.

132A LOWANGLEas Danny'sBigfoottruckroarstowardus--FILLINGFRAME. Thump.It hitsDyson'sfoot. Hejerks,startled,andlooksdown as-- POP!!

132B HismonitorscreenisBLOWNOUTsprayinghiswithglass. He jerks back,utterlyshocked...andspinstoseethehugeholeblownthrough thewindowbehindhim. Thissaveshimas K-THUMP!--thesecondshot blowsthetopof hishigh-backedchainintoanexplosionofstuffing aninchfrom hishead. Instinctivelyhedivestothecarpetas--

BLAMBLAMBLAM-- roundsblastthroughthewindow,tearingintohis deskandcomputer,blowinghiskeyboardintoshrapnel.

132C Withthemonitorscreenblownout,theroomis indarkness. Sarah can'tseeDysonnow,downbehindhis desk.She putsroundafterround intotheheavydesk,blastingonesideof itintokindling.

132D Dyson,scaredoutofhis mind,hashisfacejammedagainstthecarpet, terrifiedtomove.He seeshiskids inthehall.

132E INTHE HALL,TARISSAroundsthecorneratadead run. Sheseesthe kidsrunningtowardherandgrabsthemin herarms. Downthehall, inthe darkstudy,sheseesDysonon theflooramidthesplintersand shrapnelofthecontinuingfusillade.

132F ONTHE FLOOR,Dysonflinchesaschucksofwoodandshatteredcomputer componentsshowerdownonhim.He looksdesperatelytowardthedoor, butknowshe'dbe totallyexposed.He'dnevermakeit.

133 SARAH'srifleemptieswithafinalCLACK! Shethrowsitdown anddrawsher.45 smoothlyfromashoulderbase. Shestartstowardthehouse,snappingbacktheslideonthe pistol, chamberingaround.She isin afast,purposefulwalk,keepingher eyesfixedonthe target.She isutterlydeterminedtokillthisman.

134 FROMUNDERTHEDESKDysoncan seea sliverinthebackyard. Hesees Sarah'sfeetasshestridestowardhim. Hetensesto makea breakfor thedoor.

Sarahraisesthepistol,eyesrivetedahead,controllingher breathing.Dysonspringsupina full-tiltsprint.Shetrackshim. Hehooksa footon thecordof atoppleddiskdrive. BOOM! Hershotblowsaparta lampwherehisheadwas. Hehitsthe floorhard,butkeepsmoving,scramblingforward.

Crunchofglassbehindhisas Sarah'sdarkformisframedin the blown-outfloor-to-ceilingwindow.Dysonleapstowardthehall.

BOOM! Hersecondshotspinshim. Hehits thefloorinthe hallway. Tarissaisscreaming.Dysonstrugglesforward,stunned.Thereisa

withbloodashe staggersup. Lookingback,heseestheimplacable figurebehindhim,comingon.

Hetopplesthroughadoorwayas-- BOOM! BOOM!Shotsblowingawaythe moldingwherehejustwas.

TerminatorandJohnleapfromthejeep,sprintingtowardthehouse. Theshotssoundmufflesfromoutside.

AdvancingwithSarahweenterthelivingarea. TarissahasBlytheand she'sscreamingatDanny,whohasrunback tohiscollapsedfather.

DannyispullingatDyson,cryingandscreaming,ashisfathertries tostaggerforward.TarissadropsBlytheandrunsbackfor Dyson, grabbinghim.Sarahloomsbehindthemwiththe pistolaimed.

Sarahiscrazy-eyednow,shakingwiththeintensityofthemoment. Thekillhas gonebad,withscreamingkidsandthewifeinvolved... thingssheneverfiguredon. Tarissadropstotheknees,terrified asshe looksintothemuzzleofthe gun. BlytherunstoDysonand hugshim,wailing.

Dysonlooksup,throughhispainand incomprehension.Whyisthis nightmarehappening?Theblackgunmuzzleisa footfromhisface.

Wesee herpsychingherselftopullthetrigger...needingnowtohate thismanshe doesn'tknow.It'sa lotharderface-to-face.Sheis bathedinsweat,andit runsintohereyes. Blinking,shewipesit fastwithonehand,then getsitbackon thegun. The .45is trembling.

TIGHTONSARAHas wesee theforcesatwar behindhereyes. Shelooksintothe facesofDyson,Tarissa,Blythe,Danny. Sarahtakesasharpbreathand allthemusclesinher armscontract asshe tensestofire. Butherfingerwon'tdo it. Shelowersthegun veryslowly.It dropstoher sideinone hand.

Allthebreathand energyseemstogoout ofher. Sheweaklyraisesherotherhandin astrangegesture,like"Stay whereyouare,don'tmove". Asif, shouldtheymove,thefragile balancemighttipbacktheotherway. Shebacksawayfromthem slowly,panting.It'sasif she'sbacking awayinterrorfromwhat shealmostdid. Shereachesawall and slumpsagainstit.Slidesdownto herknees. Thegun fallslimply fromherfingers. Sherestshercheekagainstthewall.

136A Thefrontdooris kickedin. Terminatorstepsinside.Johngrabshissleeveandpushespasthim. Hescopesoutthe situationintwoseconds...Sarah,thegun,the sobbingfamily.Johnmovesto SarahwhileTerminatorchecksDyson.

Johnkneelsinfrontof hismother. Sheraisesherheadto lookat him. Heseesthe tearsspillingdownhercheeks,

Shereachesoutandtakeshis shouldersuddenly,surprisinghim... drawinghimtoher. She hugshimanda greatsobwellsup deepinside her,froma springshehadthoughtlongdry. Shehugs himfiercely asthe sobswrackher.

Johnclutcheshershoulders.Itis allhe everwanted.

wordlesslyrippedopenDyson'sshirtandexaminedthewound.

HetakesTarissa'shandsandpressesthemfirmlyovertheentranceand exitwounds.

Dannynodsandrunsdown thehall. JohndisengagesfromSarah.Shewipesher tears,theinstinctto toughenuptakingoveragain. Butthehealingmomenthashadits effect,nevertheless.

JohnwalkstowardDysonandTerminator.

JohndrawstheBiker'sknifefromTerminator'sboot.Handsitto him.

Terminatortakesoffhisjackettorevealbarearms. JohntakesBlythebythe handsandleadsherdownthe hall,away fromwhatis abouttohappen.

136B TIGHTONTERMINATOR'Sleftforearmastheknifemakesadeep cutjust belowtheelbow. Inone smoothmotion,Terminatorcutsalltheway aroundhisarm. Witha secondcut,hesplitstheskin oftheforearm fromelbowtowrist.

TERMINATORgraspstheskinandstripsisoffhis forearmlikea surgeonripsoffa rubberglove.It comesoffwitha suckingrip, leavingabloodyskeleton.

Buttheskeletonismade ofbrightmetal,andis lacedwithhydraulic actuators.Thefingersareas finelycraftedaswatchparts...they flexintoa fistandextend. Terminatorholdsitup,palmout,in almosttheexactpositionoftheone inthevaultat Cyberdyne,

HOLDONDYSONreactingtothe servo-handinfrontofhim. He'sseenoneof thesebefore.

Tarissaisscreamingnow,buthedoesn'thearher.

Sarahputsouther fifthcigarette.She'ssittingonthecounter. John,Terminator,Dyson,andTarissaareatthekitchentable,under asingleoverheadlight.

Dysonlookslikethatguyon theSistineChapelwall,thedamned soul...eyesfixedandstaringwithterrifyingknowledge.His shoulderisbandaged.Terminator'sarmiswrappedwithablood-soaked bandagebelowtheelbow.

Thesteelforearmandhandgleamin theharshkitchenlight. TRACKINGAROUNDTHETABLEasTerminatorspeaks...wedon'thear thewords.

Terminatorfinishesspeaking.

Helooksaroundat them,clutchingthetablelikehe'sabouttoblow away. Hisface,hisposture,hisraggedvoiceexpresssoul-wrenching terror.Thisis a manrippedoutof normallifeintotheirgrim world.His voiceispleading.

Sarahspeaksfromtheshadowsbehindthem.Dysonturnsto findher lookingrightathim.

Dyson'svoiceispitiful.

138 FIREROARINGINA METALTRASHBARREL. Stacksoffilesaredumpedontoit. WIDERrevealswearein --

Terminatordumpslighterfluidliberallyoverthefire,whichflares up,lightinghisfacedemonically.Sarah,Dyson,Tarissa,andJohn returnfromhisofficewithmorestuff-- files,notes,opticaldisks. Evenhiskidsare carryingstuff.Itall goesintothefire. Dyson dropstheprototypeontothefire...hiseyeshollowanddistant.

Hestaresintothe fire,watchinghisworldburning.Thehasa suddenthought.

Dysonlooksather,Terminator,thenJohn.Sees hisanswer.

Heturnsto hiswife. Herfaceis streakedwithtears,buthereyes arestrongandclear. Tarissaputsherhandson hisarm. Sheis stunnedbywhatshe'sheard,butdealingwithit. She believethem.

Henods. She'sright.

Pavementrushingatus,litby headlights.Beyond,darkness.

TILTUPto revealarectangleoflightahead. TheCyberdyne Building...

TIGHTONA CARD-KEYSCANNERasDyson'shandzipshissecuritycard throughaslotin onemotion. Thereisthesoundof a servo-lock, and--

139A DYSONenterthespaciouslobby,followedbySarah,John,and Terminatorlastofall. Ina frontalangle,theothersblock Terminatorfromview.

THEGUARDat thefrontdesk,GIBBONS,looksupasDysonmovestoward him. Dysonispaleand sweaty,butsmileswarmlyattheguard, speakingwellbeforehereachesthedesk.

K-CHAK!Gibbonsisstaringdownthe barrelsofSarah's.45and Terminator'sMAC-10.

Theguardis toostunnedtomove. Wesee thatTerminatoriswearing hisjacketandone blackglove. Gibbon'seyesgotothe silentalarmbuttonontheconsole.

Gibbonsnods.He staysfrozen.Terminatorcirclesquicklyandgets theguardoutof thechair. Johnpullsa rollofduct-tapefromhis knapsackandtearsoffa piece.

ELEVATORDOORSOPENandTerminatorleadsthegroupwarilyintothe corridor.Theyhavea cartpiledhighwithgear innylonbags. Dysonmotionsdownthecorridortotheright. Asthey walk,he continuestofillthemin--

Theystandinfrontof a widesecuritydoor.A signabovereads SPECIALPROJECTSDIVISION:AUTHORIZEDPERSONNELONLY.Dysonzips hiskey-cardthroughthescannerandthedoorunlatches.

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AROVINGGUARD,MOSHIER,strollsdownthelongcorridorfromthe first-floorofficeblock.Apunchclockswingsathis hip,andhe's justcompletedhiscircuitofthebuilding.He passesthebackof elevatorsandroundsthecornertothefrontdesk,callingout--

Heseesthe deskisdesertedandfrowns. FiguresGibbonsmustbein thecan,so checksthatfirstbeforegettingalarmed.

TRACKINGWITHHIMtothe restroomaroundthecorner,

142A OVERHISSHOULDERwesee pastthedooras hepushesit open,revealing Gibbonshandcuffedtotheurinal.Moshierspinsona dimeandsprints tothe deskwhereheslamsdownon thesilentalarmbutton.

Thesecuritystationisapass-throughareawithacounter,behind whicharedesksanda bankof monitors,showingboringmoviesabout

monitorarea.He swishedhiscardrepeatedlythroughthescanneron thelocker. Nothinghappens.Thelightonthe lockerisblinking red. SarahnoticesDyson'salarmedexpression.

Dysonwhipsaround,staringatalightflashingonthe consolebehind him.

Wesee hisnervesnapping.

She'srightinhis face.Somehow,itworksfor him. Henods,getting someresolvefromsomewhere.

Moshier'sgottenGibbonsloose.He'sonthephoneto thecops.

Johnjumpsupon thedesknext tothewall-mountedlocker.Dyson staresinamazementasJohnstartspullinghiscounter-electronics gearoutof hisknapsack.It'sjust anotherReady-Tellertohim.

145A DysonleadsTerminatorandSarahtothemainlab doors.Another servo-lock. Hetrieshis card.Nothing.

HeunslingstheM-79,pullingitoverhis shoulderinonemotion. SarahgrabsDysonanddragshimback downthehall. Terminatoropensthebreachandslideinoneof thefat40mm H.E. grenades.Heflipsthe thingclosedwithasnap ofthewrist.

Johndropswhathe isdoing,andcovershisears. Terminatorfiresatinhumanelycloserange. 145B ThedoorEXPLODESintokindling.Theconcussionblowhisjacket open,andflyingshrapnelwhizzesallaroundhim.Beforethe thunderclaphasfadedTerminatorwalksintothefireandsmoke. Johngoesbackto workwithoutmissingabeat. Sarahanda stunnedDysonwalkthroughtheburningdoorframeintothe ArtificialIntelligenceLab.

ASIRENis sounding.TheHALONFIRE-CONTROLSYSTEMhasbeen triggered.Theinvisiblegasroarsin,puttingouttheflames.

Dysonrunstoa wallcabinetandpullsout someBREATHINGMASKS.He handsoneto Sarahanddonstheother. Thenhe reachesouttohand oneto Terminator.

Terminatordoesn'tneedamask,sinceisoxygenrequirementsareso low. HeignoresDysonashe removeshismassivebackpackandopens it. Dysonshrugsandtossesthemaskon a desk.He turnstoSarah.

Terminatorpullstwofive-gallonjerry-cansofgasolinefromhis pack.

Sarahstartspullingoutbook-sized,olive-grabCLAYMOREMINES, stackingthemnexttothegasoline. Dysonstares.Partof himcan't believethey'rereallydoingthis.

TheT-1000movesslowlythoughtheravagedoffice,analyzingwhathas happenedhere.It walksdownthedarkhallway. Theplaceis deserted.Thepolice-walkieclippedonitsbelt(real,notsimulated) blarestolife.

TheT-1000sprintsupandthrowsits legoverthebig C.H.P.Kawasaki. Firesitup. It smokesanarcingscorch-markonthepavementasit spinsaroundandroarsaway.

TIGHTONA LARGEDISKDRIVE. State-of-the-art.Veryexpensive.A FIREAXEsmashesdownthroughthehousing,shatteringthedisk.

148A WIDER,revealingasceneofhigh-techpillage.Terminatorbeatsthe diskdriveintojunkand stepstoanother.WHAM. Sameroutine. He's alreadydemolishedhalfadozen. Sarahtopplesafilecabinet,scatteringfiles. Dysonstaggersupwithanarmloadof heavyM-O(magnetic-optical) disksanddropsthemon agrowingstackin themiddleofthe floor. Heand Sarahhavetheirbreathingmaskshangingdownaroundtheir necks,sincethehalongashas dissipated.

148B SarahgoesintoDyson'sofficeandstartshurlingeverythingoutthe doorontothecentraljunkpile...books,files,everythingonthe desk.

AFRAMEDPHOTOof Dyson'swifeandkidslandson topofthe heap. Tarissa,huggingDannyandBlythe,allgrinning.Theglassis shattered.

148C Terminatorcutsaswath,underDyson'sdirection,explodingequipment intofragmentswithhisinhumanswings. SMASH!It's carnage.Millionsinhardware,andallirreplaceable fruitsoftheiryearsof research...shattered,broken,dumpedina heapforthe bigbonfireofdestiny. Dysonstopsasecond,panting.

Terminatorhandshimtheaxe. Dysonheftsitone-handed.Heturnsto alab table...onitis anotherprototypeprocessor.

Swingingawkwardlybutwithgreatforcehesmashestheaxedownonto theprocessorprototype,explodingitintofragments.Hisshoulderis agony,buthelookssatisfied.

Johntapsawayat hislittlelap-top,whichisrunningcode combinationsintothecard-keylock.Suddenly,thegreenlighton thelockgoeson andit unlockswithaclunk.

Hewhipsit open,revealingarackofkeys. But theVAULT-KEYis distinctive,alongsteelrectangleonaneck-chain.Johngrabsit andrunstowardthelab.

SarahandTerminatorareworkinglikeacrackteam,riggingthe explosives.Sheistapingthe claymorestothegascanswithduct

claymoresandblocksofC-4plasticexplosivetothelargeMAINFRAME

detonatorwithhasaRADIO-CONTROLRELAYswitch.

TerminatorshowshimaREMOTEDETONATOR,asmalltransmitterwitha redplunger.

Hemakesa plunger-pushingmotionwithhisthumbandanaccompanying "click"sound.Dysonnods. JustthenJohncomesrunningin,holdingupthe key.

Theyrunout astheSOUNDOF SIRENSgrowlouderoutside.

ThesecurityduoofMoshierandGibbonscowersbehindcarsinthe parkinglotinfrontof thebuilding.Theyturnsas L.A.P.D.BLACK- AND-WHITESpourintothelot,turntheareainto adiscoof whirling blueandred lights.

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Thecopsare jumpingfromtheircarsandduckingbehindthem. Emphasisonsmallarmshere. BehindthemanuglyBLACKSWAT VAN screechesintothelot.

153A Wehearthe THUMPOFROTORSas aPOLICECHOPPERarrivesandswingsin closetothe building.Itrakesits XENONSPOTLIGHTthroughthe secondflooroffices.

Terminatorcrossestheofficetowardthefloor-to-ceilingwindows. Heis outlinesstarklybythespotlightasitrakesthroughthedark

thewindow. 154A Glassexplodesoutwardandthedesktopples,fallingtothesidewalk below.

154B Terminator,standingattheedge,FIRESALONGBURSTwithstrafesthe policecarslinesupbelow. Copsduckas glassflies.Terminator, withhissuperbaim,hitsno one. Butnoticedisserved.

154C Thecops(surprise)FIREBACK.Terminatorturnsandiswalking calmlyfromthewindowasglass,officefurniture,drapesetc.are riddledbyreturnfire. Afew roundshithisback,buthe doesn't notice.He reloadsashewalks.

TIGHTONA KEYinsertedintooneof thevaultlocks.

WIDERasJohnand Dysonstandpoised,handsonkeys.

Dysonnodsandtheyturnsthe keystogether.Thevaultgrumblesto itself,withdrawingitlockingboltswithafinalKLONK! TogetherDysonandJohnswingthedooropen.

Thevarsitytakesthefieldas theSWATTROOPERSsprintforwardby squads.Theyflankthe lobbyandworktheirway inside,deploying rapidly.Theymoveand freeze,behindcover,quiveringwith adrenaline.TheyhaveallthatgreatSWAT equipment:bodyarmor, gas-masks,M-16s,tear-gaslaunchers,ropes.Theworks.Theymake alot ofhandsignalsandkeep theirmouthsshut.They'rewell- trainedanddeadly.

157 OUTSIDEweseecopsfiringTEARGAS grenadesthroughthebroken windowsintosecond-flooroffices.

JohnandDysonare isolatedfromtheworldinthissilentsteelwomb. Dysonopensthecabinetcontainingtheterminatorrelics.It'sJohn turntostarewith uneasydeja-vuasheseesthe terminatorhandand CPU.

Theninone viciousmovehesweepshisarm behindtheinert-gasflasks andhurlsthemto thefloor. TheySHATTER.JohnsnatchestheCPU andthemetalhand outofthe brokenglass.

Clutchingthesteelhandandpocketingthechiplikeit'sa Marsbar hejustbought,Johnrunsout. Dysonfollows.

Wesee theadvancesquadofSWATsmakeit toone ofthestairwells. Theystartup,two ata time,coveringeachotherritualisticallyby thenumbers.

Johnpeltsintothelab withDysonstumblingalongbehindhim. Sarahisjustfinishedwiringallthechargesto thecentral detonator.

Johntossesherthemetalhand. She catchesitandbendsto putthe handinher emptyback-pack.Sarahzipsthepackand startstoshuck intoit.

Dyson'srunningoutofsteam. Thebandagesathisshoulderaresoaked withseepingblood.He standsinthemiddleof thelab,saying goodbyeinhismind,lookingweakandempty. Terminatorstridesintothelab.

Heand Johnheadbacktheway theycame,throughsecurity. Sarahseesthatin herwork,shehas setthedetonatordowntwenty feetaway,nearwhereDysonis standing.

Hegingerlypicksupthe detonator.Startstowardher.Then-- 160A CRASH!!THE DOORSATTHEBACK ENDOFTHE LABAREKICKEDOPEN. SWATLEADER andtwoothersOPENFIRE. TheirM-16sraketheroom. Sarahdivesbehinda computercabinet. DysonisHIT. He isslammedtothe floorbythe impacts.

161 INTHE HALL,Johnhearsthefiringandspinsto runback.

Terminatorgrabshimasbulletsslamintohisbroadback. Hemakes itaroundthecornerwithJohn,out ofthe lineoffire.

162 INTHE LAB,bulletsrakeoverSarah'shead,smackingallaroundher, clangingintothemachineprotectingher.Shecansee Dyson,slumped onthe floor.Debrisandflyingglassrainon heras theSWATspour onthe fire.The detonatorisclutchedinhishand. Herollsto face her,hiseyesbulgingfromthe painofhis torn-upguts.

162A Sarahhesitatesasplitsecond.Thenshe snap-rollsandfast-crawls throughbrokenglassanddebrisintothehallwhere--

TERMINATORgrabsherbythejacketandhaulsher roughlytoherfeet. Bulletsrakethewallsbehindthemasthey sprintforward.They roundthecorner. Johndoesa fasttakethatshe'snothit andthey runtogetherthroughthesecuritycheckpoint.

Johnreachesthefirstdoor,andtriesit. Locked. TerminatorunslingstheM-79bloopersmoothly,openingthebreach.

Hepullsa grenadefromthebandolieroverhisshoulder,andslides itintothe bore. Flickhiswrist. Thebreechsnapsshut. Sarah andJohnhavea splitsecondtoduck andcover.

163A Theydo. KABOOM!!!Twentyfeetawaythedoor,andhalfthe wall aroundit,EXPLODESoutward.ThebackblasthitsTerminatorfull force,buthestridesthroughthesmokingholebeforethedebrishas evenhitthe floor.

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SWATLEADERmovescautiouslythroughthelab.Cat-stepping,he circlesaroundadeskwhichblockDyson'sbodyfromhisview. His M-16isleveledcrisply.We lookoverhis shoulderasheroundsthe desk,revealing--

MILESDYSONisnot dead.He willbe verysoon,butat thismomenthe isconscious.He hasproppedhimselfupagainstthedesk,andholdsa BOOKinone hand. Aheavytechnicalmanual.

Belowthebookis thedetonator,uprightonthetilefloor. Themessageisclear. "Shootme,thebook dropsontheplunger. Adios."Dysonwheezes,tryingtodrawenoughbreathtotalk.

SWATLeaderseemstosee thewires,theclaymores,thegascansall aroundhimforthe firsttime.His eyes,visiblethroughhisgas- mask,goverywide. Hespinsand motionshissquadback.

Theyretreatsofasttheycrashinto thenextgroupcomingupthe stairs.

Johnarecoughingandstumblinginthechokingdarkness,buddy- breathingwiththesinglemask.The doorsopen.They getinthe elevatorandheaddown.

Dysonislyingamidthe ruinsofhis dreams.Sprawledonthefloor, hehas hisbackproppedupagainstthedesk. He isbathedinhis own

blood,whichrunsoutin longfingersacrossthetiles.His breathing isshallowandraspy. Hestillholdsthe book,trembling,abovethe switch.

Inhis lapisthe picturefromhisdesk. Hehas pulleditfromthe debrisnexttohim. A teartricklesfromhiseye. Hiswife and childrensmileupathim throughbrokenglass.

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169 CUTTO THEPUPILOFHIS EYE,atthe momentofdeath,theinstantthe lightfadefromhiseyes andheis gone-- Hisarmdropsand thebookhis theswitch--

Asthe faceofthe buildingEXPLODESinaneruptionofglassandfire. Remainsofthesecond-floorwindowsshowertheparkinglotandahuge fireballrollsout,leapingintothesky. Thecopslookup, stunned.Thehelicopterbanksawayfromtheheat. Burningdebrisfallsamongthecopcarsanda numberofofficers breakranks,pullingback.

171 ONLYONEOF THEMseemstobe movingwithpurpose.A BIKECOPwho has justarriveddrivesthroughthedisorganizedcrowd,directlytoward thebuilding.

171A T-1000gunsthebikeup aramp toa pedestrianbridgewhichcrosses froma parkingstructuretotheCyberdynebuilding.Itentersonthe secondfloor,whichisnowa burningmaze.

T-1000drivesintothesmokywreckage.It drawsaHoechlerandKoch MPKmachinepistolandcruisesslowlyintothefirelitoffices, scanning.

172A INTHE CORRIDORthebikeskirtsflamingwreckageasitidlesforward. T-1000scanstheleapingshadowsforitsprey.

TheelevatordoorspartandTerminatoreasesalookoutinto the corridor.Thewallson eithersideofhim ERUPTWITHBULLETHITS. TheSWATshavethe lobbyendofthe corridorblockedoff.They're totallytrapped,cutoffandscrewed.

173A TheSWATsfirea tear-gasgrenadetowardtheelevators.Itspewsthe viciousCSgasout ina swirlingcloudwhichenvelopsSarahandJohn, whoarepressedagainstthebackwallof theelevator.

Heslingsthegrenadelauncheroverhisshoulderandwalksoutinto thecorridor.

173B BLAM. Atear-gasgrenadericochetsfromwalltowallasit fliesdown thecorridor.It skidstorestin frontofTerminator,throwingout awhitecloudwhichquicklyfillsthecorridor. 173C Inthe elevator,SarahandJohnarechoking,handingthebreathing maskbackandforthdesperately.They'rescarred.Thislookslike it. 173D ANGLEONTHE SWATTEAM,grippingtheirweaponsatthemouthofthe corridor.Theywatchtheboilingcloud,waiting.

173E THEIRPOV-- onthewall ofboilingsmoke.A FIGUREAPPEARS.Walking

misty-eyed.Notwhattheyexpected.

Hecontinuestostridetowardthem. TheSWATstenseup. They'veneverseenanythinglikethis. They're notsurewhatto do. Closerandcloser.

TheyOPENFIRE. ThecorridorisfilledwithCRACKINGTHUNDER.The roundstearintoTerminator'schest.Stomach.Face. Thighs.His leatherjacketleapsandjerksastheroundshit him. TheSWATs thinktheguy'swearingbodyarmororsomething.They keepfiring. Theroundstearintohim,staggeringhimslightly,buthekeeps moving.

SWAT#1 (gettingscared) Yes Iam!

Terminatordrawshis.45smoothly.Unhurried.Heshootsthenearest manin theleftthigh. Ashe screamsanddrops,Terminatorshoots himin therightthigh. Terminatorbendsdownandpicksupthe shriekingman'sweapon...theTEAR-GASLAUNCHER.

Itis oneof thosenewrotaryjobsthathold12 roundsina bigdrum. TerminatorshootsthenextSWATinthechestwiththe tear-gas launcher.Thegas canisterhitstheguy'sbodyarmoranddoesn't penetrate.Butit'slikegettingsluggedinthe stomachwithafull- swingfroma baseballbat.TheSWAT folddoubleandhitsthetiles, gasping.

TerminatorisanimagefromHell,a tallfigureinshreddedblack leather,streakedwithblood.Oneeyeis abloodysocket,themetal eye-servoglistening.Thefleshofonecheekhangsdownin tatters,

jacketisblownopen,revealinghismetalarmorchest.

TheremainingSWATsstarttofallback. Oneturnsto runand-- KPOW! Agas canisternailhimintheback,sendinghimsprawling.

173F Terminatorfiresthreegascanistersintothelobby.Itfills rapidlywiththewhitegas,cuttingthevisibilitytoafew feet. It istotalpandemonium.SWATLEADERcrouchesinthefog,white-

infrontof him. POOM! Terminatordrillshiminthelegwiththe

ripshisgas maskoff. TheSWATleaderdropswrithingtothefloor, chokingandgagging,clutchinghisbleedingthigh.

TerminatorwalksuptotwoSWATsat thefrontdoors. POW-POW.Leg andleg. He snatchestheirmasksastheyfall. Thegunfirehas stopped.Nobodyansee anything.Screamsandwhimpersechointhe smoke.

Smokeboilsoutof thefrontdooras afigureemerges.Firingthe tear-gaslauncherwithonehand,Terminatorlaunchesallremaining roundsamongthecopvehicles.Unprotectedofficersrun,choking andhalf-blind,slammingintocarsandtrippingovereachother.It isa totalrout.

175 ATTHE SWATVANon oftheSWATsis rapidlyhandingouttheremaining maskstounprotectedcops.A FIGUREappearsoutofthesmokebeside him. Helooksup. His maskisrippedoff andheis handedtheempty

vestwithonehand andsailshimout intothemist.

Terminatorstridesthelengthofthevanandclimbsintothe driver's seat. Nokeysin theignition.He flipsdownthesun visor.The keysfallintohis hand.He startsthevanand slamsitintogear.

Theteargas hasclearedtoa thinhaze. TheuninjuredSWATsare tendingtheirwounded.Theylookup atthesoundof shoutsanda roaringengine.

176A THESWATVAN CRASHESINTOTHELOBBYinan explosionofglassand debris.Copsscatteras thevanscreechesacrossthelobbyina smokingone-eighty,slidingtoastopacrossthecorridorwhichleads tothe bankofelevators.Terminatorbacksupuntil--crunch-- he sealsthecorridorwiththebackof thevan.

176B SarahandJohnstumblealongthecorridor,coughing. Theyleapintothe backofthe vanandTerminatorhitsthethrottle. Thevanroarsacrossthe lobbyandexitsthroughblown-outwindows.

T-1000,astridetheKawasaki,looksdownfromasecond-flooroffice andseesthe vantearingacrosstheparkinglotwiththeremaining copsfiringatit. It knows. Itlooksaround. Analyzingoptions. Itseesthe helicopterhoveringoutsidethebuildingattheendof thiscornerofficeblock... Ittwistsfullthrottleonthe powerfulbike. Roarsthroughtheoffice,acceleratingfast,straightatthe windows--

178 T-1000BLASTSOUTTHROUGHTHEGLASS,airborneonthemotorcycle.It rocketsacrossthegaptothe hoveringchopperand-- 178A SLAMSintothecanopy. Theimpactofbike andriderpitchesthe

biketumblestothepavementbelow. 178B TheT-1000doesn't.It clingstotheshatteredcanopy. Nightmarishly,thepilotwatchesastheT-1000smashesitshead throughtheplexiglasscanopyandrapidlyPOURSITSELFthroughthe jaggedhole.It reformsinstantlyintoitspreviousselfonthe passengerseat.

178C Ithurlsthe pilotoutofthe chopperandslidesintothedriver's seat. Thechopperisauto-rotating,spinningoutofcontrol.Itdrops towardtheparkinglot. T-1000recoverscontroltenfeetabovethe ground.

178D Copshitsthedeck asthetail-boomswingsaround,goingoverthemby inches. Thechopperliftsoutin apowerclimb,roaringawayacrossthe parkinglottowardthefleeingSWATvan.

OKAY,BUCKLEYOURSEATBELTS,HEREITCOMES...

Terminatorlooksbackathistwopassengersasheturnsthe boxyvan ontoa dividedhighway.SarahandJohnarecatchingtheirbreath, stillcoughingfromtheCSgas. Terminatorlooktotherear-view mirror.He seesthexenonsearchlightofthechopperbehindthem, gaining.

Sarahlooksaroundtheinsideofthe SWATvan. Itis arolling armory.Thereare rifles,ballisticvests,allmannerofequipment.

Hesitsagainstthefrontbulkheadofthe vanandshe pilebullet- proofvestsontop ofhim,completelycoveringhim.Thenshegrabs twoM-16sfromthe wall-rackandloadsthem.Shestartson ashotgun as--

180 TheSWATvan weavesthroughsparsetrafficathighspeed. Terminatorslewstheunstablevanaroundcarsandtruckswhichseemto

becrawling.The vanhitsit topspeedof eighty.Theyswerveto missthebackend ofA WHITE18-WHEELTANKER.

180A Thechopperswingsinbehindthem,closingfast.

180B T-1000reachesthroughtheshatteredcanopywiththeMPKmachine pistolandFIRES. Thebackof thecanCLANGSWITHHITS. Thedoor windowsareBLOWNIN.

Terminatorweavesthevan,tryingtothrowofftheT-1000'saim. Theunstablevehiclescreechesandwobblesontheedgeofcontrol. Oneof thedoorsiskickedopen. Sarah,wearingaballisticvest, crouchesinthedoorway,whippinguptheM-16. SHEOPENSFIRE.

180C Bulletsriddlewhat'sleftofthechopper'scanopyastheT-1000 returnsfire. Thevanis stitchedwithhits.

180D INSIDETHEVANholesare punchedthroughthethinsheet-metalwalls, rippinguptheinterior.The vestscoveringJohnarehitrepeatedly. Wesee thatSarahhashungtwo Kevlarvestsontheinsideof theback doorandshe ducksbehindtheseasbulletshitaroundher. Shepops backoutand firesincontrolledbursts.TheM-16emptiesandshe grabsanother.

180E Terminatorservesaroundacarwhichischanginglanes,hittingit andknockingitskidding.

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181A Sarahreloadsandkeepsfiring.The vanswervesaroundaToyota. A momentlaterthehelicopterpassesit,therotorjustclearingthetop ofthe car.

181B T-1000FIRESthemachinepistol. 181C Sarahhaspoppedoutto fire. Shetakesa HITinthe thigh,and severalroundshammerintoherKevlarvest.She isthrownbackonto thefloorof thevan. Sheliesthere,an exposedtarget...

181D TerminatorseestheT-1000preparingtofireagain. Helocksup thevan'sbrakes. Tiresscreamasthevehicleshimmies. Sarahisthrownforward,slidinguptothe bulkheadnexttoJohn. 182 AndthehelicopterSLAMSRIGHTINTOTHEBACKOF THEVAN. Therotordisintegrates.Thebackdoorsofthe vanarecrushedin as thecanopy,thewholefrontof thefuselageisHAMMEREDINTOJUNK,

pavement,flips,sideways,andcartwheels...smashingitselfintoa shapelessmassoftwistedmetal. Itfallsawaybehindthe van,tumblingendoverend.

182A Terminatorfightstocontrolthevan,whichisfishtailingviolently fromtheimpact. Itsmashesupagainstthecenterdivider,screeching alongtheconcrete,andthenpullsaway. Terminatorputsthehammer downandthe vanaccelerates.Heswervestoavoidan UGLYPICKUP crawlinglikeasnailahead.

THERIGHTFRONTFENDERofthe van,crumpledbyslammingthewall,is sawingintothetire. Thetireblowsand peelsoffthecleanrim.

Thesteelwheelgrindsacrossthepavement,strikingtrailsofsparks, andthevan slidessidewaysandtopples-- STEELSCREAMSonpavementasthevan grindstoa stoponits side.

182B INSIDETHEVAN,Johncrawlsto Sarah,whoisgroaningandholdingher bleedingleg.She iswhiteandshocky. Terminatorstartsto extricatehimselffromthecrumpleddriver'sseat.

183 BACKDOWNTHEROAD,THE HELICOPTERwreckageisacrumpledballofjunk metal,unrecognizable.Behindit,theTANKERTRUCKbrakeshard, shudderingandgroaning,tryingtostop.Thebigtireslock upin cloudsoftire-smoke.Therig comestoa shudderingstopjustshort ofthe wreckedchopper.

183A TheshakenDRIVERjumpsdown. Thebehindthewreckageacop emerges,walkingtowardhim.

183B SSSHHCK!T-1000drivesabladethroughtheman'sabdomenandwalks onpastwithoutslowing,orevenlookingathim.

183C Itclimbsintothe opencabof thetanker.Releasesthebrake. Asthe truckbellowsarerollsforwardweseethelargeblue letters onthe sidewhichsay"CRYOCOINC. LIQUIDNITROGENSUPPLY'.

184 ATTHE SWATVANJohnand TerminatorarecarryingSarahoutofthe wreck.TerminatorhastheM-79slungover hisshoulder,the bandolierofgrenades,andhis.45stuckinhis waistband.Johnhas borroweda12-GAUGERIOTGUNfromtheSWATs.

184A Thepickuptheypassessecondsearlierpullsuptothem. TheDRIVER, AHispanicguyin his50's,is gettingouttohelpthem. Terminator andJohnheara CRASHandlook backasthe 185 helicopterwreckageisknockedasidebytheacceleratingtankertruck.

186 JOHN

Holy shit.Come on,Mom...wegottakeep moving...comeon--

Theguyseemsto knowbetterthanto tryandstophim asTerminator slidesSarahintothefrontseatand climbsinbehindthewheel. John runstothe passengerside.

187 THETANKERROARS,spewingsmokefromitschromestacksasit shifts upthroughthegears.

188 Terminatorslamsthepickupingear,checkingtherear-view.The tankerisa hundredfeetbehindthemnow,andreallymoving. Terminatorputsthethrottledown,butthepickupisandold slug loadeddownbya heavyhome-madewoodencamper-shell.Itaccelerates slowly.

189 THETANKERslamsintooneend ofthe SWATvan,spinningitoutof the waywitha roarandscreechof twistingmetal.The18-wheelershifts toa highergear,stillaccelerating.

Withthetankerrightbehindthem,Terminatorcutsthewheel,swerving thepickupbackandforthacrossthe lanes. Thebigrig staysrightonthem,it tankerwhiplashingviolently.

Terminatordoesn'treply.Herapidlyunslingstheblooper,still aroundhisneck,andreachesfora grenade.

191 LOWANGLEON THETRACTOR-TRAILERasitroarsrightuptothe lens, fillingframewithchromeandlights.

191A K-WHAM!!It ramsthebacksof thepickup,sendingitskidding.

191B ThentheT-1000pullsthetractortrailerupalongsidethepickupand crabsover,sandwichingitagainstthecenterdivider.Thespinning chromehubstearintothepassengersidedoorandthe guardrail screechesalongtheotherside.

Thepickupbucksandshakesinsanely.It ricochetsviolentlybetween thebig-rigandthedivider HorribleSCREECHoftorturedsteel. Sparkspourinsheetsof firefrombothsides. Thewindshieldshattersasthedoor-postsbucklein. Metalandglassshowerinthroughtheside windows. Theframetwistsandbuckles. Johnfeelslikethefillingsarebeing shakenrightoutofhis teeth. Thewoodencamperdisintegrates,fallingawayaskindlingbehind them.

T-1000holdsthewheelhardover,mercilesslygrindingthepickup. Thewholerigjerksand shakeswiththeviolenceofthesustained hammering.

gashe liftsJohnoverhimand putshimin thedriver'sseat.

Terminatorslamstheshatteredwindshieldwiththepalmofhishand. Heldtogetherbytheplasticlaminate,thewindshieldflopsoutofits frame.It fliesoverthetop ofthe truck.

191E Terminatorpusheshisupperbodyoutoverthedashboardandstandsup. Heturnsand aimstheM-79one-handed. 191F POOM! ThegrenademissestheT-1000bylessthana foot. ItEXPLODES againstthefrontbulkheadofthetanker,almostatthetop. Liquid nitrogenpoursfromtheopening,sweptbackbythe60-mphwindstream.

191G Thebig-rigswervesasT-1000regainscontrol.Thetankerswingslike apendulumbehindthecab.

191H Thepickupaccelerates,gettingbackoutinfrontbya fewyards. Behinditthebig-rigis trailingaswirlingcomet-tailofnitrogen vapor.It isgainingagain.

Terminator,stillstanding,opensthebreechandstartstoreload. 191I Johncutsacrossthehighwayandtakesan OFFRAMP.

191J T-1000swervesthesmokingbehemothacrossthelanesanddownthe rampafterhim,stillaccelerating.Itis twentyfeetbehindthem andclosingwhenTerminatorclosesthebreechandFIRES.

191K Thegrenadehitsthefrontgrilland EXPLODES. Theradiatorisdestroyed,alongwithhalfthehood. Steamblasts out,obscuringthewholefrontofthetruck.

191L Thesemiramsthe backofthe pickupagain.Spewingsmokeandvapor likesomedemonlocomotive,thetractor-trailerpoundsintotheback ofthe pickup.Drivingitrightthroughtheintersectionatthe bottomoftheramp,and straighttoward--

Thechasehasled themtoan areaof heavyindustry.

192 THEGATESareblastedofftheirhingesas thesemiramsthe pickup

andimpacts.He hasTHREEGRENADESLEFTonthe bandolier.

Johnisn'tevensteering.Theyare justbeingpushed.There's nothinghecando. They arerocketingdownthebroadthoroughfare whichleadsdirectlytotheMAINBUILDINGofthe plant.

192A Terminatorpullshimselfontotheroofofthepickup. Heleapsto thebed,takestwo powerfulstridesand-- Leapsontothesemi. He climbsrapidlyontothehood. 192B AndFIRESPOINTBLANKTHROUGHTHEWINDSHIELD. RightintoT-1000'sface. TheEXPLOSIONblowsoutalltheglassand fillsthecabwith smoke andfire Terminatorgrabsontotheair-hornasthetruckstartsto SHUDDERAND 192C SCREAM.IT ISJACK-KNIFING. Almostdream-slowthecabbeginstoswingsideways,untilitstires areshriekingoverthepavement.Thetractoris smashedbackat right-anglestothetanker-trailerwhichbeginstoslidebroadside.

192D Thejuggernautbucksandshuddersasthetiresandsmokesideways acrossthepavement. Itbeginsto topple. Terminatorholdonastheside ofcabbecomesthetop.

Withanunholyscream,liketheunoiledhubsof Hell,thewholerig slidesonitsside at60 mphtowardthesteelmill. A sheetofsparks sixtyfeetwidetrailsbehinditon thepavement.

192E Johnseeswhat'sbehindhim,thensnapsaroundtosee thebuilding loomingrightinfront. Thehugerollingdoorsarepartlyopen. Nochoice. Hesteersrightthroughthemintothemill,as --

192F Terminator,withonesecondtogo,leapsfromthecab -- Hefliesthroughtheopendoorsas -- Thetankerhitsthebuildingand--

Terminatorslamstothefloorofthe millandrolls,as-- Thetanker-trailersmashedintoamassiveconcretesupportatoneside ofthe doors.Thunderouscarnageoftwistingmetal. o 193A Itsplitswideopen. A riverofliquidnitrogenpoursoutat-230.

193B Johnhitsthebrakes,slidingoutof control.Heslowsalmostto a stopbuthitsa steelsupportcolumnhead-on.Heand Sarahare slammedforward,hard.

193C Terminator,stillclutchingtheM-79blooper,rollsandslidesacross thefloor. Hesmashesthrougharailingandslamsup againstthebaseofa massivemachine.

193D Thesemicab swingsaboutthetrailerwreckage,intothebuilding,and shudderstoastop. Liquidnitrogenspraysoverthecab,floodingout arounditin aHISSINGWAVEFRONTOFULTRACOLD. Freezingvaporswirlseverywhere,obscuringthewreck.

193E TERMINATORliesstill.Abeat. Thenhe rollsweakly,risingonone elbowtosurveythescene.

193F INTHE WRECKEDPICKUP,Johnstirs.Heis stunned,andbloodrunsfrom hisnose. Dazed,herealizesheis ina steelmill. Thereare sirens,andhecan seemenrunning...shouting.Heturnsandsees whattheyarerunningfrom...

193G Thewallof nitrogenvaporspreadsfromthedemolishedtanker.Itis astrangevistaof fireandice. Thehuge SMELTERSpouroutorange lightandfirefromthe sidesofthe hugegalley,whilethefreezing vaporrollsdownthecenter.

193H TIGHTONTHE WRECK.A billowinggraycloud.Deepinside,theshape ofthe cabinvisible. AFIGUREemerges,pullingitselfout.It dropstothe floor.The hissing,boilingriverofliquidnitrogen flowsarounditsfeet.

194 TheT-1000staggers,movingslowly,painfully.Ithasfinallybeen affectedbysomething.Itsfeetare freezingtothegroundasit walks...

194A CLINK!One ofits feetbreaksoffata glassyangle. Itstumbles forward,and--

194B Itsotherfootsnapsoff. As itcatchesitsbalanceonthe stumpof itsotherankle, 194C thewholelowerlegshattersatthe impact.It topplesforwardtoits knees. Catchesitselfononehand. Liquidnitrogenflowsaroundthehand.

Nowthehand isstuckto thepavement. 194D TheT-1000pullsand...CLINK!The handsnapsoffat thewrist. Itlooksstupidlyatthe glassystumpofa wrist.For thefirsttime wesee anexpressiononitsfacewe knowtobe a trueone... Theexpressionispain. Agony.Its mouthopensina soundless screamasthehoar-frostracesupitslegs,acrossits body. 194E Andthat'sthepositionitfreezesin. Ithas becomeastatue,kneelinginthefrozenvapor,thatsurprised lookofagonyfrozenon itsface.

Theliquidnitrogenstopsflowingandbeginstoevaporate. 194F Terminator,justbeyondtheboundaryofthecold,canseetheT-1000 clearly. Hedrawshis .45andaims.

194G K-POW!The singleshotblowstheT-1000intoa milliondiamonds sprayingupintotheair. Theyshimmeracrossthegroundfortwenty feetinall directions. Terminatorlowersthegun,satisfied. Helookslikehe needsa vacation.

195 JOHNANDSARAHhaveseen itfromthe pickup.Sheis inbad shape. Consciousbutveryweak.He triesthedoor. It'sjammed. Hekicks itopen.

Hehelpsher slidedownfromtheseatof thetruck. Herkneesgive way. Johnhasto takea lotofher weight.He reachesinandpicks upthe riotgunoffthe seat. Theyhobbletoward--

195A TERMINATOR.Onhisknees,he looksintothedissipatingcloudof vapor.The heatofthe furnaceshasevaporatedalltheliquid nitrogen.

196 INSERT,TIGHTONTHEFLOOR- theT-1000shardsaremelting, liquefying.Hundredsofdropsofmercury,spatteredacrossthefloor. Orangelightoftheenormousblack-furnacesdancesonliquidmetal.

197 TERMINATORstrugglestorise.Onearmis shattered,thehandsmashed anduseless.And someleg-servosaredamaged.Hecan barelystand. JohnandSaraharrive.

Terminatorpoints.JohnandSarahwatchas--

198 INSERT,T-1000DROPLETSarecreepingtogether.Fusingintolarger blobs.Thesepoolsshiverand runtogether,soonformingacentral mass.

199 ONJOHNAND SARAH,realizingit'snotover.

TerminatorgetsoneofSarah'sarmsoverhisshoulderandtheygo. BEHINDTHEM,somethingismoving. 200 AHEAD isformingupout ofa poolmercury.it rises,asshoulders form. hunchingupfromtheliquidmass. Half-formed,itturnsto lookstraightatthem.

Johnlooksbackin newterroras--

TheT-1000risestoman-height.It isstillin mercuryform,butits featuresareformingrapidly.Ittakesitsfirststep afterthem. Sarahstumblesandtheypullherup. 201 Terminatorhimselfhasapronounceslimp,draggingonelegwitha shatteredanklejoint.John'stheonepulling,straining,driving themforward.Theyrounda cornerinto--

Itis amaze ofmonstrousmachinery.Theheatistremendous. Theairshiverswitha poundingroar. Sarahcriesoutin painandstumblesagain.

Theydragherup, andstaggeron. Herleg isbathedinbloodand she isdeathlypale. Helooksback.

203 INT,MAINGALLERY

TheT-1000stepsINTOFRAME. Fullyformed.The hell-firelight glintsonitsimpassivecopface. Itwalksforward. Atfirstit seemsunaffectedbyitscrystallizationbut--

203A ANGLEONITS HANDasit touchesarailinginpassing. Therailingis coveredwithO.S.H.A.yellow-and-blacksafetytape. Thehandturnsyellowandblack,the colorfadingtonormalbyabout theelbow. Itripsthe handfromtherailingwithdifficulty.There isa soundlikeadhesivetaperippingoffasurface.

203B TheT-1000looksatits yellow-and-blackstripedhand.Itwillsthe handbackto normal.We seeripplesof"static"orsystemnoise movingsubtlyoverthesurfaceofitsbody. It'sstartingto "glitch".

203C TRACKINGWITHTHET-1000'SFEET.Witheachstep,the patternonthe tilefloor"invades"itslowerlegs.Fadesas thefootis lifted. Returnsasitis setdown. Thefoot istryingtomeld withthefloor. Thechameleonicfunctionisoutofcontrol. TheT-1000islosingit. It movesforward,searching.Itroundsthe corner,enteringtheaislebetweenthefurnaces.

TerminatorseestheSILHOUETTEclosingonthemthroughthesmoky gleam.The T-1000breaksintolopingrunwhenitsees them, TerminatorturnstoSarahoverJohn.

Johnshakeshisheadno. The T-1000isalmostonthem.

Johnruns,dragging,half-carryingSarahasbesthecan. Shecanbarelystayconscious.Half-running,delirious,shestumbles anddropsto herknees. Johnpullsbutshecan'trise.

Johnlooksbackto see--

204A TERMINATORtryingtoloadtheM-79. Withhisshatteredhand,hecan barelymaneuverislastgrenadeintothebreech. T-1000smackstheweaponoutofhis hands.It clatterstothefloor.

Thegrenadespinsacrossthefloor,rollingundersomemachinery. Terminatorlunges,slammingtheT-1000againstawallwithallhis weight.The battleisjoined.

204B JOHNANDSARAHhavereachedtheback oftheaisle. It isa cul-de- sac,blockedontheend bythe baseofan IMMENSESMELTERCRUCIBLE. Theyturnto watchthetitansbattleinsilhouette,backlitbythe

decidetheirfate.

204C TerminatorgrabstheT-1000andhurlsitwithawesomeforceagainst theoppositewallofthe narrowalley.In lesstimethanit would taketoturn,the 204D T-1000morphstroughitself,fronttoback...faceemergingfromthe backofits head. 204E Itcomesoff thewallstraightatTerminator,whosmasheshisgood fistintoitsface. The pile-driverblowburiesTerminator'sfist almosttotheelbow.

204F ButtheT-1000'sheadmorphsina split-secondintoahandwhichgrips Terminator'swrist,andthehead"emerges"somewhereelse,the geometryshiftingfasterthanwecanfollow. 204G TheT-1000slamsTerminatorintoalargemachine,jamminghisarminto

themovingworks. AmassiveslidingbarSCISSORSHISARM,smashingit intojunkat theelbow,pinninghiminthe machine.

servoswhiningwithoverload.TheT-1000turnsandlopestowardSarah andJohn.

SarahscreamsandhurlsJohnintoa gapbetweenthemachines.He fallsintoa mazeofpipesand girders.

JOHNturnstosee herin theentranceofthenarrowgap. Shecould followhimbutshe doesn't.SUDDENLYadarkmassmovestowardhim. Johngaspsasa hugesteelcounterweight,drivenbyachain6inches thick,slidestowardhim.He rollsoutof theway. Whenhe looks back,hecannotseethe opening.

TERMINATORstrainstoreacha6-footsteelbarlyingnearhim. Steel workersusethemtomove thered-hotingotsaround.Hegets holdof theendand usesitas a lever.Withtitanicefforthespreadsthe massivecomponentswhichareholdinghim,andwithdrawshimarm,which isseveredatthe elbow.Danglingjunkhandsfromthe crushedjoint.

207 SARAHhaslostsightof John. Itis muchofa goodbyeastheywill have. Sheturnsas theT-1000closesonher. Sheis half-slumpedagainst thesootymachines,lookingbarelyconscious.Shestrugglestoload ashellinto theemptyweapon.At thelastinstantshewhipsup the RIOTGUNand FIRES.

A207 T-1000'sfaceisblownopen,butquicklyreformsasit closesonher. Shefumblestoget anothershellintothemagazinebut-- A208 THUNK!A steelneedleslamsthroughhershoulder,pinningher. Thepolymorphickillercocksbackitsotherhand.The indexfinger extendsasa gleamingneedle,towardhereye--

207C WHAM!!SOMETHINGwhistlesdownontheT-1000withsuchforcethat is cleavesitheadandbody intwodown tothenaval. The6-footsteel baris imbeddedinitsbody. TerminatorhurlsthekilleroffSarah.

207D TheT-1000pullsthesteelshaftout ofitselfandattackshimwith fury.

fallsbackagainstthewall.

BehindtheT-1000isan enormousI-beam,hangingfromtwochains.It isusedto liftingotsintothesmelters,andit runsona linear track.

207E TheT-1000grabstheI-beamandrollsit downthetrack. Straightat Terminator.Thetwo-tongirdersmashesintohischest,crushingthe armor. TheT-1000pullstheI-beamback,andthen heavesitforwardagain. Terminatorturnsandtakesthesecondblowontheshoulder. Wehear metalcrushandbreakinsidehim. Hesags,turningto gripthe wall... Thethirdblowslamsintohis back,smashinghisspineandpelvis.We hearservosratchetingandfailing.Hedropsto hisknees,crucified ona wallof machinery. Thefourthblowis centeredbetweenhisshoulderblades.Soundof crushingmetal.Hisskullis partiallycavedin. Heslidesto thefloor.

207F ONTHE T-1000,emotionlessasitwalksforward.

207G TERMINATORisapatheticshapeonthefloor. He istryingtocrawl, feebly.

stumpscreechesonthetileflooras heincheshimselfforward.His exposedmachineeyeburnsredwithdetermination.

Wesee hisprize. Hehasthe M-79,withthebreechstillopen, cradledinthecrookof hisruinedarm. Hegood hand,theexposed steelone,isreachingforthe lastgrenade,whichisvisibleunder theskirtof themassivesmelterbase.Hismetalfingersreachout forit as--

207H TheT-1000raisestheheavysteelbarover hisheadandstabsit down withunbelievableforce.ItpunchesintoTerminator'sback,througha gapin theshatteredarmor.TheT-1000leversitback andforth, wideningthehole.Then israisesthepointedbaragainand slamsit down. Itpunchesrightthrough.EmergingfromTerminator'schest. Andintothe floor.He ispinioned.The cyborgsagsfacedownand stopmoving.The lightgoesoutof hiseye.

Johnscuttleslikearat throughthegutofthe smelter.Abovehim, vastmachineschurnuntended.Hehearsa voice...SARAH'S Callinglowandurgenttohim.

208A Hecrawlsoutof theshadows. Ontoa landingnexttooneof theSMELTERCRUCIBLES.Moltensteel glowsbrightorangeinthecrucibleofthe furnace.Heatshimmers theair,givingeverythingahallucinatoryquality.

JohnseesSarahnearby,limpingtowardhim.She canbarelymove,her legbathedinblood. He runstowardher.

TIGHTONSARAH,herstoicface,as shehobblesforward,reachingout tohim. Somethingrisesbehindher,OUTOFFOCUS.

209 ANOTHER,IDENTICAL,SARAH...butthisonehasashotgun. Aimedrightatus.

209A JOHNfreezes.Whichis which?He looksdown. ThefirstSarah's feetaremeldedwiththe floor,suckingandfusingwiththetilesas shewalks. Theyhavethecolorand patternofthetilesup tothe knee.

209B Johndivesaside. TheSarah-formspins,changingintoyou-know-who. Sarahstartsunloadingtheshotgunintoit.BOOM! It staggersback. K-CHAK.She chambersanotherround.BOOM!It staggersagain. K-CHAK.BOOM! Andagain. Andagain.

209C TheT-1000isblownback astepand Sarahadvanceswitheachshot. Thecratersinthe T-1000'sbody"heal"slowly.Itspoweriswaning. SheFIRESagain. Andagain. Hereyesblazingwithferalintensity. Shewalksit back,righttotheedge ofthepit ofMOLTENSTEEL.

K-CHAK...CLICK.She'sempty.The T-1000isrightat theedge. Ina seconditwillrecoveritscomposure,asitscraterhitscloseslowly. Shehasfailed. Nowit willkillthemboth, Except...

210 CLOSEUPTERMINATOR,asthechaindrivebringsitintoview. Halfhumanflesh,halfchromesteel. Hisredeye gazesrightatus ashe -- FIRES.

210A TheT-1000takestheroundin thebelly. ThegrenadeEXPLODESinside itsbody. A hugeholeisblowncleanthroughit,and itis ripped openandpeeledback,halfinside-out.It topplesintothemolten steeland--

211 TheT-1000'sheadandupperbodyreappearabovethemoltensteel. Itis screaming.Aterrifying,inhumansirenofascream. Itis changing,morphing,transformingintoanythingandeverything it'severbeenso rapidlytheeyecanbarelyfollowit -- Wecatcha glimpseofJanelleVoightcheckeredwiththelinoleumtile colors,LewistheGuardwithknivesexplodingfromhisface,other faces,switchingatastroboscopicratenow...afaceeverytwoframes untiltheymergeintooneface --

TheT-1000screamsandslipsbeneaththesurfaceofthemoltensteel. Wesee liquidsilverrunningindissipatingwhorlsoverthe superheatedsurface...untilitvanishes,swirlingintonothing.

212 JOHNrunsto Sarah.She standsstaringintothepit. Theempty shotgunslipsfromherfingers.Clatterstothe floor.He seesthat she'sokayandhe runstothe fallenTerminator.

212A Thecrippledcyborgistryingtorise. Itsservoswhineand stutter. Itpatheticallyliftsitselftoakneelingposition,collapses... triesagain. Johnliftsforall he'sworth.Sarahjoinsthem,helping. Thehelpthe crippledmachinegetonitsfeet. Itcan barelystand.

Theywalkto theedgeof thepit. Terminatorlooksdownandsees thatitis over.

JohnunzipsSarah'sbackpackandtakesoutthehandof thefirst terminator.

Hedoes. It sinksintothelava. Vanishes.

Johntakesitout ofhis pocket.Looksat it. Tossesitintothe smelter.

Hetouchesa metalfingertothesideof hishead.

Johnsuddenlyunderstandswhathemeans. TerminatorlooksatSarah.Theybothknow whatmustbedone. Johnshakeshishead.

Tearsarestreamingdownhisface.

TIGHTCLOSEUPTERMINATOR,turningtowardJohn. Thehumansideof hisfaceis inshadow,sowe seemostlythechrome skullandthered eye.

TerminatorputshishandonJohn'sshoulder.He movesslightlyand thehumansideof hisfacecomesintothe light. HereachestowardJohn'sface.His metalfingertouchesthetear tricklingdownhischeek.

SarahlooksatTerminator.Reachesoutherhand toshakeit. Theylockeyes. Warriors.Comrades.

Heturnsand stepsofftheedge. 213 Theywatchhimsinkinto thelava. Hedisappears...themetalhandsinkinglast...atthelastsecondit formsintoa fistwiththethumbextended...afinalthumbsup. Thenitis gone.

214 HOLDONJOHN ANDSARAH,watchingthroughtheheatripplesaswe--

215 THESUN,PUREIN A CLOUDLESSSKY

Tiltingdownrevealthatwearein a park,verygreen.Peopleare casuallydressed,havingfun.Cycling,reading...childrenare playingina playground.

Beyondthelineof treewesee theskylineofWashington,D.C.,with

subtlychanged,withalotof newbuildings,advancedhigh-rises. ACARD APPEARS

July11,2029

WEBOOMDOWN ANDTRACKLATERALLYthroughaplaygroundinthe foreground.Childrenswingingonswings.Slidingdownslides. Timelessthingsthat4decadesoftechnicaladvancementwillnot change.As wetrackwe hear:

Wepassa junglegym,neithermeltednorburned,butfullof kids swingingandyellingraucously.Pastitwedrop downtosee aboy pumpingthepedalsofa tricycle.

STILLTRACKINGwecometorest onan elderlywomanseatedonabench. Itis SARAH,now64yearsold. The worldhasagedher,but sheseems atpeacein thismoment.She speaksintoamicrocassetterecorder.

Thereisa manin isfortiesplayingwithtwosmallchildren nearby.He turns.It isJohn Connor.Throughhehas thesamestern featuresinadulthood,thereisnoeye-patch,noscarring.Heis far fromthehaggardmanon grimdestinywesawin theworldthatmight havebeen. Butthereis stillpenetratingintelligence,evenwisdom, inhis eyes.

AFOUR-YEAR-OLDGIRLrunstoherto havehershoelacetied.

GrandmaSarahsmiles.Itis theonlytime wehaveseenher smileso far. Shebendsas thelittlegirlsputsherfootup onthe bench. Shetiesas wehear:

Sarahrufflesthekids'shairasshe runsoffto playwithherdad.

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