Terminator laid it all down. Skynet. Judgment Day. The history of things to come. It's not every day that you find out you're responsible... for three billion deaths. He took it pretty well. I feel like I'm gonna throw up. You're judging me... on things I haven't even done yet. How were we supposed to know? Yeah. Right. How were you supposed to know? Fucking men like you... built the hydrogen bomb. Men like you... thought it up. You think you're so creative. You don't know what it's like to really create something... to create a life... to feel it growing inside you. All you know how to create is death and destruction. Mom! We need to be a little more constructive here. Okay? We still have to stop this from happening. But I thought... Aren't we changing things right now, changing the way it goes? That's right. There's no way I'm going to finish the new processor. Not now. Forget it. I'm out of it. I'll quit Cyberdyne tomorrow. That's not good enough. No one must follow your work. Right. All right, then we have to destroy all the stuff at the lab... the files, the disk drives... everything here. Everything. I don't care. The chip. - Do you know about the chip? - What chip? It's at Cyberdyne. It's from the other one like you. The CPU from the first Terminator. Son of a bitch! I knew it! They told us not to ask where they got it. Those lying motherfuckers. It's scary stuff. Radically advanced. It was smashed. It didn't work, but it gave us ideas, took us in new directions. Things we would've never... All my work was based on it. It must be destroyed. Can you get us in? Past security? I think so, yeah. When? Now? The future, always so clear to me... had become like a black highway at night. We were in uncharted territory now... making up history as we went along. Carl, right? Friends from out of town. I just thought I'd... take 'em upstairs and show 'em around. Mr. Dyson, you know the rules concerning visitors in the lab. I need written authorization... I insist. Don't even think about it. It's okay. It takes two keys, turned simultaneously, to open the vault. The other one is in a locker at the security station. Gibbons? Gibbons! Come on, man! You can't leave the desk like that! Oh, shit. My card should access this. - What is it? - Damn it. The silent alarm's been tripped. It's neutralized all the codes in the entire building. Nothing will open anywhere now. We have to abort. We go all the way. Okay? You guys get started on the lab. I can open this. - I think it's that guy from the mall. - It is. It's him and the woman. Just send everything you got in the area right now. I have a personal entry code for the lab. It may still work. It's no good. Let me try mine. John, fire in the hole! Wait! You can't go in there. The fire set off the Halon system. You have to wait until the gas clears. Put this on. All right, let's get to work. All units in the vicinity and all units able to respond... a 211 in progress, 2144 Kramer Street, the Cyberdyne building. Suspect one is white female... identified as last name Connor, first name Sarah. Escaped last night from Pescadero State Hospital. Suspect two: White male fitting description of the individual... wanted for the murder of police officers in 1984. Suspects are armed and considered extremely... All right. 7-2-5-6. Easy money. Uh-oh. Oh, shit. Not good. How we doing? Primer cord is set. One more barrel, two more minutes. - How do we set them off? - Remote control. Piece of cake. - We got company. - Police? - How many? - All of 'em, I think. Go. I'll finish here. Come on. I'll take care of the police. Wait! You swore! Trust me. You at the window! Drop your weapon and place your hands on top of your head! Holy shit! That's a mini-gun! - Come on! - Oh, shit! Go! Go! Go! Fire! Same time, to the left. One, two, three, go. In ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Флетч жив на английском - текст 300 Спартанцев на английском - текст Хоттабыч на английском - текст Джуниор на английском - текст Дюна на английском |