Also that the father of her child
was a soldier sent to protect her.
He was from the future, too.
2029, if I remember correctly.
Here we are.
Good 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.
Patients can't disrupt their rooms.
See that she takes her Thorazine.
- Are you John Connor's guardian?
- What's he done now?
- Could I speak with him, please?
- You could if he were here.
- Do you have a photograph of John?
- Sure, hold on.
- What is this about?
- I need to ask him a few questions.
He's a good-looking boy.
May I keep this picture?
- There was a guy here this morning.
- Big guy on a bike.
Has that got something
to do with this?
No, 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...
- PIN number 9003.
- Who did you learn this stuff from?
From my mom. My real mom.
Withdraw 300 bucks.
Come on, baby.
- Hey, it worked.
- All right, easy money.
Piece of cake!
- Is that her?
- Yes.
- Is she pretty cool?
- No, she's a complete psycho.
That's why she's up
at Pescadero Mental Institute.
She tried to blow up
the computer factory.
She's a total loser.
Let's go and spend some money.
It's like a strobe light
burning right through my eyes.
Somehow I can still see.
- The dream's always the same...
- Please, continue.
Children look like burnt paper.
Black. Not moving.
And then the blast wave hits them.
They fly apart like leaves.
Dreams of cataclysm and the end
of the world are very common.
It's not a dream, it's real.
I know the date it happens.
I'm sure it feels real.
Well on August 29th, 1997, it will
feel pretty fucking real to you.
Anybody not wearing a two million
sunblock is going to have a bad day.
You think you're safe and alive.
You're already dead.
Him, you, you're dead.
This whole place is gone.
You're living in a fucking dream,
because I know what happens!
I'm much better now. Clearer.
Yes, your attitude
has been much improved lately.
- It's helped me to have a goal.
- And what is that?
You said that if I showed
improvement after six months -
- You would transfer me
to minimum security.
And I could have visitors.
It has been six months, and I was
looking forward to seeing my son.
I see.
Go back to what you were saying
about those terminator machines.
- Do they exist?
- They don't exist. I know that now.
But you've told me many times
about how you crushed one.
If I had, there would have been
some evidence at the factory.
So you don't believe anymore
that the company covered it up?
No, why would they?
Mr. Dyson...
Mr. Dyson, the materials team
is running another...
We're running another series,
you have to sign the..."it" out.
Come on, I'll get it.
I haven't been here very long, but
could you tell me if you know...
- Know what?
- Do you know where "it" came from?
I asked them once
and you know what they told me?
"Don't ask."
Good morning, Mr. Dyson.
Insert key.
Left on three, two, one, turn.
- How are the wife and kids?
- Great, thanks.
What do you think, Doctor?
- Haven't I shown improvement?
- Sarah, here's the problem.
I think you're just telling me
what I want to hear.
You don't believe
what you're telling me.
If I put you in minimum security,
you'd just try to escape again.
You have to let me see my son.
Please.
Please.
He's in great danger.
He's naked without me.
- If I could just make a phone call.
- I'm afraid not. Not for a while.
I'm recommending that you
stay here for another six months.
I'll kill you, you son of a bitch.
Ten cc's of sodium pentothal.
- You don't know what you're doing.
- Get some restraints in here.
You don't know what you're doing.
Model citizen.
You've just missed him. He said
he was going to the Galleria.
I'll go get some