Resistance.
John Connor.
We gotta find this guy.
Ow.
So you get it working?
Almost.
Good. Look,
I figure we head east, right?
We go through the desert, then we can
connect with the Resistance there.
- I'm heading north.
- No, no, no.
The machines control the whole
northern sector, up to San Francisco.
- That's Skynet Central.
- I have to find someone.
There's a lot you don't understand
about Skynet, okay?
It's just too dangerous for us
to go there.
What about the L.A. branch?
Come on, man.
We need to get out of L.A.
What is that?
Something my brother
used to listen to.
Star, get out.
Don't look at me like that, Star.
Out. Get out!
You're leaving?
You're gonna leave us?
Oh, I get it.
You wanna know the difference
between us and the machines?
We bury our dead.
But no one is coming to bury you.
Aerostat!
- It's a scout for the Terminators.
- Go, drive!
The Aerostats heard the music!
- Keep it steady!
- I've never driven before.
Hold the wheel!
This thing's pissing me off!
Kid!
Hold on!
If the idea is to stay alive,
I'm driving.
We're seeing a lot
of enemy movement in L.A.
Any of our people in the area?
No one on the ground. Two A-10s
in the air. Williams and Mihradi.
Send the birds in.
Guide them to a safe area.
Roger, Coyote 67 copies all.
Inbound to grid Lima-Alpha...
...125793. Over.
Copy that.
Roger, Wild Eagle. Solid copy.
Hey, there's someone here.
Get off him, get down!
Get down. Down!
Drop your weapon!
Let me see your hands!
Don't move.
: That's it, drop it.
Put it down!
What?
- Is there a problem?
- Hey, we saw your Resistance sign.
The old lady put it there, not me.
- What do you want?
- We're looking for fuel.
The dark season's coming.
We only got enough for ourselves.
You point that gun at somebody,
you better be ready to pull the trigger.
Put your guns down, everyone.
Look, we just came
to find the Resistance, that's all.
The Resistance?
What a joke.
Fighting those machines is impossible.
We keep our heads down,
they ignore us.
They'll come for you eventually.
We help you, maybe they will.
These people aren't going to help you.
Let's go.
You're not going anywhere.
Not until this one
gets something to eat.
Bring me a basket.
Here you go.
Come on.
Help yourself. Eat up.
Are you all right, son?
It's our food.
Our fuel.
It's not your choice to make!
- Are you okay?
- What?
Are you okay?!
Star. Star.
Star! Star!
You! You brought them here!
Hey!
Stop! Stop!
Come on, quick!
Hey.
Go! Go! Forget them! Go! Go!
Go!
Tunnels! Head for the tunnels!
Truck!
Marcus. Marcus.
We can't just run for it!
Run!
Shoot it!
Go, go, go!
It didn't work!
Shit!
Hell, yeah!
Moto-Terminators!
Shoot that son of a bitch!
Marcus, turn right up here.
Hold on!
Where's the other one?
Get up here!
Come on.
Star, give me the gun.
I got it.
Yeah!
Hang on!
- Drop the ball!
- All right.
Star, hold on!
Star! Star!
No!
Kyle!
Marcus.
Get back.
Marcus! Marcus!
Got eyes on two targets.
We've got two bogeys at 270 degrees.
They've never come this deep before.
They're looking for something.
H.K. is down.
We've got an H.K. pushing our six.
Abort run.
Breaking off.
Evasive maneuvers, now!
Taking fire. I'm hit. Port-side damage.
It's got a lock on you: Break off.
- Eject, Williams, eject!
- Punching out.
Prisoner transport
headed northwest...
...bearing 289 toward San Francisco.
Let's test the signal...
...and pray it works.
You okay?
Get my knife. It's in my left boot.
What's your name?
Blair Williams.
What's yours?
Name's Marcus.
You can let me down now, Marcus.
- That thing, where'd it go?
- The transport? Skynet.
- Where the hell are you going?
- After it.
I hate to break it to you,
but if you have friends on that thing...
...they're as good as dead. And same
as you, if you walk in that direction.
Yeah, I've been dead a while
and I'm getting used to it.
Why don't you come with me
to my base?