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DYSON
They told us not to ask where they got it. I
thought... Japan... hell, I don't know. I didn't want to know.
SARAH
Those lying motherfuckers!
DYSON
I was scary stuff, radically advanced. It was shattered...
didn't work. But it gave us ideas, It took us in new directions... things we
would never have thought of. All this work is based on it.
TERMINATOR
I must be destroyed.
SARAH
(to Dyson)
Can you get us in there, past security?
DYSON
I think so, yeah. When?
Dyson looks at her, Terminator, then John. Sees his answer.
DYSON
Now?
(he takes a breath)
Yeah, right.
He turns to his wife. Her face is streaked with tears, but her eyes are strong and clear. Tarissa puts her hands on his arm. She is stunned by what she's heard, but dealing with it. She believe them.
TARISSA
Miles, I'm scared. Okay. But the only thing that
scares me more than you going... is you not going.
He nods. She's right.
SARAH
(to Terminator)
Is it safe for them here?
TERMINATOR
(to Tarissa)
Take your kids. Go to a hotel. Right now. Don't pack.
(to the others)
Let's go.
CUT TO:
EXT. HIGHWAY – NIGHT
Pavement rushing at us, lit by headlights. Beyond, darkness.
SARAH (V.O.)
The future, always so clear to me, has become like a
black highway at night. We were in uncharted territory now... making up history
as we went along.
TILT UP to reveal a rectangle of light ahead. The Cyberdyne Building...
INT. CYBERDYNE SYSTEMS BUILDING / LOBBY – NIGHT
TIGHT ON A CARD-KEY SCANNER as Dyson's hand zips his security card through a slot
in one motion. There is the sound of a servo-lock, and –
DYSON enters the spacious lobby, followed by
Sarah, John, and Terminator last of all. In a frontal angle, the others block
Terminator from view.
THE GUARD at the front desk, GIBBONS, looks up as Dyson moves toward him. Dyson
is pale and sweaty, but smiles warmly at the guard, speaking well before he
reaches the desk.
DYSON
Evening, Paul. These are friends of mine from out of
town, I just thought I'd take them up and show them around.
GIBBONS
I'm sorry, Mr. Dyson. You know the rules about
visitors in the lab. I need written authoriz –
K-CHAK! Gibbons is staring down the barrels of Sarah's .45 and Terminator's MAC-10.
TERMINATOR
I insist.
The guard is too stunned to move. We see that Terminator is wearing his jacket and one black glove. Gibbon's eyes go to the silent alarm button on the console.
SARAH
Don't even think about it.
Gibbons nods. He stays frozen. Terminator circles quickly and gets the guard out of the chair. John pulls a roll of duct-tape from his knapsack and tears off a piece.
INT. SECOND FLOOR CORRIDOR
ELEVATOR DOORS OPEN and Terminator leads the group warily into
the corridor. They have a cart piled high with gear in nylon bags. Dyson
motions down the corridor to the right. As they walk, he continues to fill them
in –
DYSON
The vault needs two keys to open. Mine...
(holds up key)
... and one from the security station. It's in a
locker but my card should access it. Here we go.
They stand in front of a wide security door. A sign above reads "SPECIAL PROJECTS DIVISION: AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY". Dyson zips his key-card through the scanner and the door unlatches.
INT. FIRST FLOOR CORRIDOR / LOBBY
A ROVING GUARD, MOSHIER, strolls down the long corridor from the
first-floor office block. A punch clock swings at his hip, and he's just
completed his circuit of the building. He passes the back of elevators and
rounds the corner to the front desk, calling out –
MOSHIER
Honey, I'm home...
He sees the desk is deserted and frowns. Figures Gibbons must be in the can, so checks that first before getting alarmed.
TRACKING WITH HIM to the restroom around the corner,
MOSHIER
Hey, man, you shouldn't leave the –
OVER HIS SHOULDER
We see past the door as he pushes it open, revealing Gibbons handcuffed to the urinal. Moshier spins on a dime and sprints to the desk where he slams down on the silent alarm button.
INT. SECURITY STATION
The security station is a pass-through area with a counter, behind which are desks and a bank of monitors, showing boring movies about empty corridors. Dyson crosses quickly to a locker behind the monitor area. He swished his card repeatedly through the scanner on the locker. Nothing happens. The light on the locker is blinking red. Sarah notices Dyson's alarmed expression.
DYSON
What? WHAT IS IT?
Dyson whips around, staring at a light flashing on the console behind him.
DYSON
Silent alarm's been tripped. It neutralizes the codes
throughout the building. Nothing'll open now.
We see his nerve snapping.
DYSON
We should abort.
SARAH
NO!! We're going all the way! You got that, Dyson?
She's right in his face. Somehow, it works for him. He nods, getting some resolve from somewhere.
INT. LOBBY
Moshier's gotten Gibbons loose. He's on the phone to the cops.
GIBBONS
... multiple armed subjects. Look, I think it's the
guy from that mall shootout, and the woman... yeah, her. Pretty sure. Just send
everything you've got in the area –
INT. SECURITY STATION / LAB
John jumps up on the desk next to the wall-mounted locker. Dyson stares in amazement as John starts pulling his counter-electronics gear out of his knapsack. It's just another Ready-Teller to him.
JOHN
You guys get started on the lab... I can open this.
Dyson leads Terminator and Sarah to the main lab doors. Another servo-lock. He tries his card. Nothing.
DYSON
No good.
TERMINATOR
Let me try mine.
He unslings the M-79, pulling it over his shoulder in one motion. Sarah grabs Dyson and drags him back down the hall. Terminator opens the breach and slide in one of the fat 40mm H.E. grenades. He flips the thing closed with a snap of the wrist.
SARAH
(yelling as she runs)
John! Fire-in-the-hole!
John drops what he is doing, and covers his ears. Terminator fires
at inhumanely close range. The door EXPLODES into kindling. The concussion blow his
jacket open, and flying shrapnel whizzes all around him. Before the thunderclap
has faded Terminator walks into the fire and smoke. John goes back to work
without missing a beat. Sarah and a stunned Dyson walk through the burning
doorframe into the Artificial Intelligence Lab.
A SIREN is sounding. The HALON FIRE-CONTROL SYSTEM has been triggered. The invisible gas roars in, putting out the
flames.
DYSON
Fire's set off the halo system! Here... hurry!
Dyson runs to a wall cabinet and pulls out some BREATHING MASKS. He hands one to Sarah and dons the other. Then he reaches out to hand one to Terminator.
DYSON
Here!
Terminator doesn't need a mask, since is oxygen requirements are so low. He ignores Dyson as he removes his massive backpack and opens it. Dyson shrugs and tosses the mask on a desk. He turns to Sarah.
DYSON
(yelling through the mask)
We'll have to keep these on a couple minutes, till the
gas clears.
Terminator pulls two five-gallon jerry-cans of gasoline from his
pack. Sarah starts pulling out book-sized, olive-grab CLAYMORE MINES, stacking them
next to the gasoline. Dyson stares. Part of him can't believe they're really
doing this.
CUT TO:
INT. DYSON HOUSE – NIGHT
The T-1000 moves slowly though the ravaged office, analyzing what has happened here. It walks down the dark hallway. The place is deserted. The police-walkie clipped on its belt (real, not simulated) blares to life.
DISPATCHER (V.O.)
All units, all units. 211 in progress at 2144 Kramer
Street, the Cyberdyne building. Multiple suspects, armed with automatic weapons
and explosives. SWAT unit is en route...
EXT. HOUSE / STREET
The T-1000 sprints up and throws its leg over the big C.H.P. Kawasaki. Fires it up. It smokes an arcing scorch-mark on the pavement as it spins around and roars away.
CUT TO:
INT. CYBERDYNE BUILDING / LAB
TIGHT ON A LARGE DISK DRIVE. State-of-the-art. Very expensive. A FIRE AXE smashes down through
the housing, shattering the disk.
WIDER
Revealing a scene of high-tech pillage. Terminator beats the disk drive into junk and steps to another. WHAM. Same routine. He's already demolished half a dozen. Sarah topples a file cabinet, scattering files. Dyson staggers up with an armload of heavy M-O (magnetic-optical) disks and drops them on a growing stack in the middle of the floor. He and Sarah have their breathing masks hanging down around their necks, since the halon gas has dissipated.
DYSON
(to Sarah, panting)
Yeah, all that stuff! And all the disks in those
offices. Especially my office... everything in my office!
(to Terminator)
These, too! This is important.
(SMASH!)
And all this here... that's it.
Sarah goes into Dyson's office and starts hurling everything out the door onto the central junkpile... books, files, everything on the desk.
A FRAMED PHOTO
Of Dyson's wife and kids lands on top of the heap. Tarissa, hugging
Danny and Blythe, all grinning. The glass is shattered.
Terminator cuts a swath, under Dyson's direction, exploding equipment into fragments with his inhuman swings. SMASH! It's carnage. Millions in hardware, and all irreplaceable fruits of their years of research... shattered, broken, dumped in a heap for the big bonfire of destiny. Dyson stops a second, panting.
DYSON
Give me that thing a second.
Terminator hands him the axe. Dyson hefts it one-handed. He turns to a lab table... on it is another prototype processor.
DYSON
I've worked for years on this thing.
Swinging awkwardly but with great force he smashes the axe down onto the processor prototype, exploding it into fragments. His shoulder is agony, but he looks satisfied.
INT. SECOND FLOOR SECURITY STATION
John taps away at his little lap-top, which is running code combinations into the card-key lock. Suddenly, the green light on the lock goes on and it unlocks with a clunk.
JOHN
Easy money.
He whips it open, revealing a rack of keys. But the VAULT-KEY is distinctive, a
long steel rectangle on a neck-chain. John grabs it and runs toward the lab.
INT. LAB
Sarah and Terminator are working like a crack team, rigging the
explosives. She is taping the claymores to the gas cans with duct tape to
create powerful incendiary bombs. Terminator is attaching claymores and blocks
of C-4 plastic explosive to the large MAINFRAME
COMPUTER cabinets nearby. All the
claymores are wired back to one detonator with has a RADIO-CONTROL RELAY switch.
DYSON
How do you set them off?
Terminator shows him a REMOTE DETONATOR, a small transmitter with a red plunger.
TERMINATOR
Radio remote.
He makes a plunger-pushing motion with his thumb and an accompanying "click" sound. Dyson nods. Just then John comes running in, holding up the key.
JOHN
I got it. Piece of cake.
SARAH
(to Dyson and Terminator)
Go! I'll finish here.
They run out as the SOUND OF SIRENS grow louder outside.
TERMINATOR
I'll deal with the police.
JOHN
Remember what I said, you can't...
TERMINATOR
Trust me.
EXT. CYBERDYNE BUILDING
The security duo of Moshier and Gibbons cowers behind cars in the parking
lot in front of the building. They turns as L.A.P.D. BLACK-AND-WHITES pour into the
lot, turn the area into a disco of whirling blue and red lights.
EXT. CYBERDYNE BUILDING
The cops are jumping from their cars and ducking behind them.
Emphasis on small arms here. Behind them an ugly BLACK
SWAT VAN screeches into the lot.
We hear the THUMP OF ROTORS as a POLICE CHOPPER arrives and swings in close to the building. It rakes its XENON
SPOTLIGHT through the second floor
offices.
INT. / EXT. SECOND FLOOR OFFICE
Terminator crosses the office toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.
He is outlines starkly by the spotlight as it rakes through the dark offices.
Without breaking stride he kicks an executive desk toward the window.
Glass explodes outward and the desk topples, falling to the sidewalk
below.
Terminator, standing at the edge, FIRES
A LONG BURST with strafes the police cars
lines up below. Cops duck as glass flies. Terminator, with his superb aim, hits
no one. But noticed is served.
The cops (surprise) FIRE BACK. Terminator turns and is walking calmly
from the window as glass, office furniture, drapes etc. are riddled by return
fire. A few rounds hit his back, but he doesn't notice. He reloads as he walks.
INT. VAULT ANTECHAMBER
TIGHT ON A KEY
Inserted into one of the vault locks.
WIDER
As John and Dyson stand poised, hands on keys.
JOHN
And let's see what's behind door number one.
Dyson nods and they turns the keys together. The vault grumbles to itself, withdrawing it locking bolts with a final KLONK! Together Dyson and John swing the door open.
EXT. / INT. LOBBY
The varsity takes the field as the SWAT TROOPERS sprint forward by squads. They flank the lobby and work their way inside, deploying rapidly. They move and freeze, behind cover, quivering with adrenaline. They have all that great SWAT equipment: body armor, gas-masks, M-16s, tear-gas launchers, ropes. The works. They make a lot of hand signals and keep their mouths shut. They're well-trained and deadly.
OUTSIDE
We see cops firing TEAR GAS grenades through the broken windows into second-floor offices.
INT. VAULT
John and Dyson are isolated from the world in this silent steel
womb. Dyson opens the cabinet containing the terminator relics. It's John turn
to stare with uneasy deja-vu as he sees the terminator hand and CPU.
Then in one vicious move he sweeps his arm behind the inert-gas
flasks and hurls them to the floor. They SHATTER. John snatches the CPU and the metal hand
out of the broken glass.
Got ol' Skynet by the ball now, Miles. Come on, let's
book!
Clutching the steel hand and pocketing the chip like it's a Mars bar he just bought, John runs out. Dyson follows.
INT. FIRST FLOOR CORRIDOR / STAIRWELL
We see the advance squad of SWATs make it to one of the stairwells. They start up, two at a time, covering each other ritualistically by the numbers.
INT. LAB / HALL
John pelts into the lab with Dyson stumbling along behind him. Sarah is just finished wiring all the charges to the central detonator.
JOHN
Ready to rock?
SARAH
Ready.
John tosses her the metal hand. She catches it and bends to put the
hand in her empty back-pack. Sarah zips the pack and starts to shuck into it.
Dyson's running out of steam. The bandages at his shoulder are soaked
with seeping blood. He stands in the middle of the lab, saying goodbye in his
mind, looking weak and empty. Terminator strides into the lab.
