you're on weapons detail.
Let's go.
One thing about my mom...
she always plans ahead.
Excellent.
This is my best truck,
but the starter motor's gone.
You got time to change it out?
Yeah. I'm gonna wait 'til dark
to cross the border.
I grew up in places like this...
so I thought
that's how people lived...
riding around in helicopters,
learning how to blow shit up.
That's definitely you.
Most of the guys my mom
hung around with were geeks...
but there was this one guy,
he was kinda cool.
He taught me engines.
Hold here.
Mom screwed it up, of course.
She'd always tell 'em
about Judgment Day...
and me being this world leader.
That'd be all she wrote.
Torque wrench, please.
Here.
I wish I could've met
my real dad.
You will.
Yeah, I guess.
When I'm, like 45, I think.
They sent him back through time
to 1984.
Man.
He hasn't even been born yet.
It messes with your head.
- The other bolt.
- Oh. Here.
Mom and him were only together
for one night.
She still loves him, I guess.
I see her crying sometimes.
She denies it totally, of course,
like she got something stuck in her eye.
Why do you cry?
- You mean people?
- Yeah.
I don't know.
We just cry...
you know, when it hurts.
Pain causes it?
No. It's different.
It's when there's nothing wrong
with you, but you hurt anyway.
- You get it?
- No.
All right, my man!
Give me five.
Just put out your hand
like this.
All right! Now hit me.
Give me five. Do the same thing.
Okay, that's good.
Up high.
Five low.
Too slow.
I'm just kidding.
One more time.
Good. Now try it.
Now do me.
Give me five.
Watching John with the machine,
it was suddenly so clear.
The Terminator would never stop.
It would never leave him,
never hurt him...
never shout at him
or get drunk and hit him...
or be too busy
to spend time with him.
It would always be there...
and it would die
to protect him.
Of all the would-be fathers
who came and went over the years...
this thing, this machine...
was the only one
who measured up.
In an insane world...
it was the sanest choice.
Hey, let's try this one.
There we go.
She said go south with him
like you planned.
- She'll meet you tomorrow.
- Mom!
Mom, wait!
"No fate".
No fate but what we make.
My father told her this.
I made him memorize it in the future
as a message to her.
Never mind.
Okay, the whole thing goes...
The future's not set.
There's no fate but what
we make for ourselves.
She intends to change the future.
Yeah, I guess.
Oh, shit!
- Dyson.
- Yeah.
Gotta be. Miles Dyson.
She's gonna blow him away.
Come on! Let's go!
This is tactically dangerous.
Drive faster.
The T-1000 has the same files
that I do.
It knows what I know.
It might anticipate this move.
I don't care.
We gotta stop her.
Killing Dyson
might prevent the war.
I don't care!
Haven't you learned anything yet?
Haven't you figured out
why you can't kill people?
Danny, I told you to go to bed.
I'm not kidding.
Just a couple of minutes, Mom!
Danny, your time is up!
Come brush your teeth
and get to bed.
Danny!
Daddy!
Danny, go! Go!
Miles?
- Tortsia, run!
- Oh, my God!
Just take Danny and run!
Run!
Oh, Jesus! Miles!
Daddy!
Nobody fucking move!
Don't hurt my daddy!
On the floor, bitch.
Get down now!
Move!
Don't hurt him!
Get on the floor now!
Just let the boy go.
Shut up. Shut up.
Shut up!
It's all your fault, motherfucker.
- It's all your fault!
- What?
I'm not gonna let you do it.
Shit! We're too late!
Check them.
Look at me, Mom.
Are you hurt?
I almost...
It'll be okay.
We'll figure something out.
Okay?
I promise.
You came here to stop me.
Yeah, I did.
I love you, John.
I always have.
I know.
Deep penetration.
No shattered bone.
Hold here.
The pressure should stop the bleeding.
Who are you people?
Show him.
Danny, I want you to come with me
right now. Show me your room.
Oh, my God.
Now listen to me
very carefully.
Dyson listened while the