Three billion human lives ended
on August 29, 1997.
The survivors of the nuclear fire...
called the war "Judgment Day."
They lived only to face
a new nightmare...
the war against the machines.
The computer which controlled
the machines, Skynet...
sent two Terminators
back through time.
Their mission: To destroy the leader
of the human resistance.
John Connor, my son.
The first Terminator was programmed
to strike at me...
in the year 1984...
before John was born.
It failed.
The second was set to strike
at John himself...
when he was still a child.
As before, the resistance was able
to send a lone warrior...
a protector for John.
It was just a question of which one
of them would reach him first.
I need your clothes, your boots
and your motorcycle.
You forgot to say please.
Get him off me!
Pull it out!
Take it.
Can't let you take
the man's wheels, son.
Now, get off
before I put you down.
That's it, goddamn it.
R-31 David, Sherman Code 6...
at the Sixth Street Bridge and Santa Fe
on electrical disturbance.
Ten-four, R-31 David.
John, get in there and clean up
that pigsty of yours.
Your foster parents
are kind of dicks, huh?
I swear, I have had it
with that goddamn kid.
- He won't even answer me anymore.
- Honey, move.
Would you get off your butt
and help me?
- Todd!
- What?
He hasn't cleaned that room of his
in a month.
Oh, it's an emergency.
Hang on. I'll get right on it.
Come on.
Get your ass inside.
Do what your mother tells you.
She's not my mother, Todd.
This next patient is interesting.
I've been following the case
for years.
A 29-year-old female...
diagnosed as acute
schizo-affective disorder.
The usual indicators: Depression,
anxiety, violent acting out...
delusions of persecution.
The delusional architecture
is fairly unique.
The delusional architecture
is fairly unique.
She believes that a machine
called the Terminator...
which looks human,
was sent back through time...
- to kill her.
- That's original.
And also that the father
of her child...
was a soldier sent back
to protect her.
He was from the future too.
The year 2029,
if I remember correctly.
And here we are.
Morning, Sarah.
Good morning, Dr. Silberman.
How's the knee?
Fine, Sarah.
She stabbed me in the kneecap...
with my pen a few weeks ago.
Repeated escape attempts.
Let's move on, shall we?
I don't like to see the patients
disrupting their rooms like this.
- See she takes her Thorazine.
- Sure. I'll take care of it.
It's time to take your meds, Connor.
You take it.
Now you know you gotta be good...
because you're up for review
this afternoon.
I'm not taking it, Dougie.
I don't want any trouble.
Ain't no trouble.
Yeah, zap her.
Last call, sugar.
Sweet dreams.
Are you the legal guardian
of John Connor?
That's right, Officer.
What's he done now?
- Could I speak with him, please?
- You could if he were here.
He took off on his bike this morning.
He could be anywhere.
Do you have a photograph of John?
Yeah. Hold on.
Gonna tell me what this is about?
I just need to ask him
a few questions.
He's a good-looking boy.
Do you mind if I keep this picture?
No, go on. There was a guy here
this morning looking for him too.
Yeah, a big guy on a bike.
Has that got something
to do with this?
I wouldn't worry about him.
Thanks for your cooperation.
Please insert your stolen card now.
PIN number.
Hurry up. This is taking too long.
Go, baby.
All right.
- PIN number 9003.
- Where'd you learn this stuff from?
From my mom.
My real mom, I mean.
Withdraw 300 bucks.
Come on, baby. Come on!
- Yes!
- Hey, it worked.
All right. Easy money.
Come on!
All right. Easy money.
Come on!
Yes! Piece of cake.
- Is that her?
- Yes.
She's pretty cool, huh?
No, she's a complete psycho.
That's why she's at