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John and Terminator ponders the message carved into the top of the picnic table. Sarah's knife is still embedded there.
JOHN
"No fate." No fate but what we make. My
father told her this... I mean I made him memorize it, up in the future, as a
message to her – Never mind. Okay, the whole thing goes "The future is not
set. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves."
TERMINATOR
She intends to change the future somehow.
JOHN
I guess, yeah –
(snaps his fingers as it hit him)
Oh shit!!
TERMINATOR
Dyson.
JOHN
Yeah, gotta be! Miles Dyson! She's gonna blow him
away!
John motions to Terminator and breaks into a run.
JOHN
Come on. Let's go. LET'S GO!!
CUT TO:
INT. / EXT. SARAH'S JEEP – DUSK
Sarah speeds through the darkening desert. Expressionless. In her dark glasses, she looks as pitiless as an insect.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. HIGHWAY – NIGHT
TRACKING WITH THE BRONCO
Terminator and John heading toward L.A.
TERMINATOR
This is tactically dangerous.
JOHN
Drive faster.
TERMINATOR
The T-1000 has the same files that I do. It could
anticipate this move and reacquire you at Dyson's house.
JOHN
I don't care. We've gotta stop her.
TERMINATOR
Killing Dyson might actually prevent the war.
JOHN
I don't care!! There's gotta be another way. Haven't
you learned anything?! Haven't you figured out why you can't kill people?
Terminator is still stumped.
JOHN
Look, maybe you don't care if you live or die. But
everybody's not like that! Okay?! We have feelings. We hurt. We're afraid. You
gotta learn this stuff, man, I'm not kidding. It's important.
PANNING as they pass, revealing the lights of the city ahead.
CUT TO:
EXT. DYSON'S HOUSE – NIGHT
The house is high-tech and luxurious. Lots of glass. Dyson's study
is lit bluish with the glow of his computer monitors. He is at the terminal,
working. Where else? We see him clearly in a long shot from an embankment
behind the house.
A DARK FIGURE moves into the foreground. Rack focus to Sarah as she turns into
profile. She raises the CAR-15 rifle and begins screwing the long heavy
cylinder of a sound-suppresser onto the end of the barrel.
CUT TO:
INT. DYSON HOUSE
Dyson's kids, Danny and Blythe, are playing in the halls with a radio-controlled off-road truck. Danny drives and Blythe scampers after it, trying to catch it. They stop in the hall outside Dyson's study and sees him working at his terminal. Danny puts a finger to his lips, shushing Blythe. His expression is mischievous.
With the silencer in place, Sarah eases back the bolt and then slips
it forward, chambering a .223 round. Then she lies down on the embankment. He
cheek pressed against the cool rifle-stock, she slides one hand slowly forward
to brace the weapon, taking the weight on her elbow. Her other hand slips
knowingly to the trigger.
INT. DYSON'S HOUSE
DYSON, in deep thought. The rhythmic sounds of
keys as he works. Symbols on the screen shift.
ON HIS BACK
We see the glowing red dot appear. It is the target dot of Sarah's laser designator. It moves silently up his back toward his head.
EXT. DYSON HOUSE / EMBANKMENT
IN EXTREME CLOSEUP we see Sarah's eye at the night-scope.
TIGHT INSERT on her finger as it tightens on the trigger, taking out the slack.
She takes a deep breath and holds it. Adjusts her position minutely.
INT. DYSON HOUSE
The laser dot jiggles on the back of Dyson's neck and then rises, centering on the back of his skull.
LOW ANGLE
As Danny's Bigfoot truck roars toward us – FILLING FRAME. Thump. It
hits Dyson's foot. He jerks, startled, and looks down as – POP!!
His monitor screen is BLOWN OUT spraying his with glass. He jerks back,
utterly shocked... and spins to see the huge hole blown through the window
behind him. This saves him as K-THUMP! – the second shot blows the top of his
high-backed chain into an explosion of stuffing an inch from his head.
Instinctively he dives to the carpet as –
BLAM BLAM BLAM – rounds blast through the window, tearing into his
desk and computer, blowing his keyboard into shrapnel.
With the monitor screen blown out, the room is in darkness. Sarah
can't see Dyson now, down behind his desk. She puts round after round into the
heavy desk, blasting one side of it into kindling.
Dyson, scared out of his mind, has his face jammed against the carpet, terrified to move. He sees his kids in the hall.
DYSON
Run, kids! Go! Run!
IN THE HALL, TARISSA
... rounds the corner at a dead run. She sees the kids running toward her and grabs them in her arms. Down the hall, in the dark study, she sees Dyson on the floor amid the splinters and shrapnel of the continuing fusillade.
TARISSA
Miles! Oh my God!!
MILES
Stay back!!
ON THE FLOOR
Dyson flinches as chucks of wood and shattered computer components
shower down on him. He looks desperately toward the door, but knows he'd be
totally exposed. He'd never make it.
Sarah's rifle empties with a final CLACK! She throws it down and
draws her .45 smoothly from a shoulder base. She starts toward the house,
snapping back the slide on the pistol, chambering a round. She is in a fast,
purposeful walk, keeping her eyes fixed on the target. She is utterly
determined to kill this man.
FROM UNDER THE DESK
Dyson can see a sliver in the backyard. He sees Sarah's feet as she strides toward him. He tenses to make a break for the door.
Sarah raises the pistol, eyes riveted ahead, controlling her breathing.
Dyson springs up in a full-tilt sprint. She tracks him. He hooks a foot on the
cord of a toppled disk drive. BOOM! Her shot blows apart a lamp where his head
was. He hits the floor hard, but keeps moving, scrambling forward.
Crunch of glass behind his as Sarah's dark form is framed in the
blown-out floor-to-ceiling window. Dyson leaps toward the hall. BOOM! Her
second shot spins him. He hits the floor in the hallway. Tarissa is screaming.
Dyson struggles forward, stunned. There is a .45-caliber hole clean through his
left shoulder. He smears the wall with blood as he staggers up. Looking back,
he sees the implacable figure behind him, coming on.
He topples through a doorway as – BOOM! BOOM! Shots blowing away the
molding where he just was.
Terminator and John leap from the jeep, sprinting toward the house. The shots sound muffles from outside.
JOHN
Shit, we're too late!
INT. HOUSE
Advancing with Sarah we enter the living area. Tarissa has Blythe and she's screaming at Danny, who has run back to his collapsed father.
TARISSA
Danny! DANNY!
DANNY
Daaaaddddeeee!
Danny is pulling at Dyson, crying and screaming, as his father tries to stagger forward. Tarissa drops Blythe and runs back for Dyson, grabbing him. Sarah looms behind them with the pistol aimed.
SARAH
Don't fucking move! Don't FUCKING MOVE!!
(she swings the gun on Tarissa)
Get on the floor, bitch! Now!! Fucking down! NOW!!
Sarah is crazy-eyed now, shaking with the intensity of the moment. The kill has gone bad, with screaming kids and the wife involved... things she never figured on. Tarissa drops to the knees, terrified as she looks into the muzzle of the gun. Blythe runs to Dyson and hugs him, wailing.
BLYTHE
Don't hurt my father!
SARAH
(screaming)
Shut up, kid! Get out of the way!!
Dyson looks up, through his pain and incomprehension. Why is this nightmare happening? The black gun muzzle is a foot from his face.
DYSON
(gasping)
Please... let... the kids... go...
SARAH
Shut up! SHUT UP!! Motherfucker! It's all your fault!
IT'S YOUR FAULT!!
We see her psyching herself to pull the trigger... needing now to hate this man she doesn't know. It's a lot harder face-to-face. She is bathed in sweat, and it runs into her eyes. Blinking, she wipes it fast with one hand, then gets it back on the gun. The .45 is trembling.
TIGHT ON SARAH
As we see the forces at war behind her eyes. She looks into the
faces of Dyson, Tarissa, Blythe, Danny. Sarah takes a sharp breath and all the
muscles in her arms contract as she tenses to fire. But her finger won't do it.
She lowers the gun very slowly. It drops to her side in one hand.
All the breath and energy seems to go out of her. She weakly raises her other hand in a strange gesture, like "Stay where you are, don't move". As if, should they move, the fragile balance might tip back the other way. She backs away from them slowly, panting. It's as if she's backing away in terror from what she almost did. She reaches a wall and slumps against it. Slides down to her knees. The gun falls limply from her fingers. She rests her cheek against the wall.
The front door is kicked in. Terminator steps inside. John grabs his
sleeve and pushes past him. He scopes out the situation in two seconds...
Sarah, the gun, the sobbing family. John moves to Sarah while Terminator checks
Dyson.
JOHN
Mom? You okay?
SARAH
I couldn't... oh, God.
(she seems to she him for the first time)
You... came here... to stop me?
JOHN
Uh huh.
She reaches out and takes his shoulder suddenly, surprising him...
drawing him to her. She hugs him and a great sob wells up deep inside her, from
a spring she had thought long dry. She hugs him fiercely as the sobs wrack her.
John clutches her shoulders. It is all he ever wanted.
It's okay. It'll by okay. We'll figure it out.
SARAH
I love you, John. I always have.
JOHN
I know, Mom. I know.
TARISSA looks around at the bizarre tableau. Terminator has wordlessly ripped open Dyson's shirt and examined the wound.
TERMINATOR
Clean penetration. No shattered bone. Compression
should control the loss of blood.
He takes Tarissa's hands and presses them firmly over the entrance and exit wounds.
TERMINATOR
Do you have bandages?
DYSON
In the bathroom. Danny, can you get them for us?
Danny nods and runs down the hall. John disengages from Sarah. She wipes her tears, the instinct to toughen up taking over again. But the healing moment has had it effect, nevertheless.
John walks toward Dyson and Terminator.
Who are you people?
John draws the Biker's knife from Terminator's boot. Hands it to him.
JOHN
Show him.
Terminator takes off his jacket to reveal bare arms. John takes Blythe by the hands and leads her down the hall, away from what is about to happen.
TIGHT ON TERMINATOR'S left
forearm
As the knife makes a deep cut just below the elbow. In one smooth motion, Terminator cuts all the way around his arm. With a second cut, he splits the skin of the forearm from elbow to wrist.
TERMINATOR grasps the skin and strips is off his
forearm like a surgeon rips off a rubber glove. It comes off with a sucking
rip, leaving a bloody skeleton.
But the skeleton is made of bright metal, and is laced with hydraulic
actuators. The fingers are as finely crafted as watch parts... they flex into a
fist and extend. Terminator holds it up, palm out, in almost the exact position
of the one in the vault at Cyberdyne,
HOLD ON DYSON
DYSON
My God.
TERMINATOR
Now listen to me very carefully.
INT. HOUSE / KITCHEN – LATER
Sarah puts out her fifth cigarette. She's sitting on the counter.
John, Terminator, Dyson, and Tarissa are at the kitchen table, under a single
overhead light.
Dyson looks like that guy on the Sistine Chapel wall, the damned
soul... eyes fixed and staring with terrifying knowledge. His shoulder is
bandaged. Terminator's arm is wrapped with a blood-soaked bandage below the
elbow. The steel forearm and hand gleam in the harsh kitchen light. TRACKING AROUND THE TABLE as
Terminator speaks... we don't hear the words.
SARAH (V.O.)
Dyson listened while the Terminator laid it all down.
Skynet. Judgment Day... the history of things to come. It's not every day you
find out you're responsible for 3 billion deaths. He took it pretty well,
considering...
Terminator finishes speaking.
DYSON
I feel like I'M gonna throw up.
He looks around at them, clutching the table like he's about to blow away. His face, his posture, his ragged voice express soul-wrenching terror. This is a man ripped out of normal life into their grim world. His voice is pleading.
DYSON
You're judging me on thing's I haven't even done yet.
Jesus. How were we supposed to know?
Sarah speaks from the shadows behind them. Dyson turns to find her looking right at him.
SARAH
Yeah. Right. How were you supposed to know? Fucking
men... all you know how to do is thrust into the world with your... fucking
ideas and your weapons. Did you know that every gun in the world is named after
a man? Colt, Browning, Smith, Thompson, Kalashnikov... all men. Men built the
hydrogen bomb, not women... men like you thought it up. You're so creative. You
don't know what it's like to really create something... to create a life. To
feel it growing inside you. All you know how to create is death... you fucking
bastards.
JOHN
Mom, Mom, we need to be more constructive here. I
don't see this as a gender-related issue.
(to the Dysons)
She's still tense.
(to Sarah)
We still have to figure out how to stop it all from
happening. Right?
TARISSA
But I thought... aren't we changing things? I mean...
right now? Changing the way it goes?
DYSON
(seizing on that)
That's right! There's no way I'm going to finish the
new processor now. Forget it. I'm out of it. I'm quitting Cyberdyne tomorrow...
I'll sell real estate, I don't care,,,
SARAH
(coldly)
That's not good enough.
Dyson's voice is pitiful.
DYSON
Look, whatever you want me to do, I'll do. I just want
my kids to have a chance to grow up, okay?
TERMINATOR
No one must follow your work.
DYSON
(thoughts racing)
Alright, yeah. You're right. We have to destroy the
stuff at the lab, the files, disk drive... and everything I have here.
Everything! I don't care.
CUT TO:
FIRE ROARING IN A METAL TRASH BARREL
Stacks of files are dumped onto it.
... Reveals we are in...
EXT. DYSON'S BACKYARD – NIGHT
Terminator dumps lighter fluid liberally over the fire, which flares
up, lighting his face demonically. Sarah, Dyson, Tarissa, and John return from
his office with more stuff – files, notes, optical disks. Even his kids are
carrying stuff. It all goes into the fire. Dyson drops the prototype onto the
fire... his eyes hollow and distant.
He stares into the fire, watching his world burning. The has a
sudden thought.
Do you know about the chip?
SARAH
What chip?
DYSON
They have it in a vault at Cyberdyne...
(to Terminator)
It's gotta be from the other one like you.
TERMINATOR
(to Sarah)
The CPU from the first terminator.
SARAH
Son-of-a-bitch, I knew it!
