tried to fix it, but
he could never get it to work.
Hold that.
Where is everybody?
They're gone.
So why are you still here?
Because we're the
Resistance, L.A. branch.
Welcome to the headquarters.
Resisting what?
Machines. Skynet.
- Just the two of you?
- Yeah.
How come you're not
wearing one of these?
Because I haven't earned mine yet.
I hope he's listening to this.
We've been fighting a long time...
and we have all lost so very
much, so many loved ones gone.
But you are not alone.
There are pockets of Resistance
all around the planet.
We are at the brink.
Do you wanna see a magic
trick? Hold that up.
Press the button.
Effective range of their main
weapon is less than 100 meters.
They pack a lot of firepower,
but the T-600s are heavy and slow.
They are a primitive design.
- Who is that?
- If you can't outrun them...
- I don't know.
- then you have one option.
Their motor cortex is partially
exposed at the back of their neck.
A knife to this area will disorient
their tracking device, but not for long.
Above all, stay alive.
You have no idea...
how important you are, and
how important you will become.
The machines are advancing even
faster than I told you they would.
I've seen it with my own eyes.
They're inventing new, Terminators,
new ways of killing us.
Skynet is planning something big.
But the Resistance is
planning something bigger.
This is John Connor.
If you're listening to
this, you are the 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? Ha.
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!