Terminator's
an infiltration unit...
part man, part machine.
Underneath, it's a hyperalloy
combat chassis...
microprocessor controlled,
fully armored... very tough.
But outside,
it's living human tissue...
flesh, skin, hair, blood...
grown for the cyborgs.
- Look, I don't know what...
- Pay attention!
I got to ditch this car.
The 600 series had rubber skin.
We spotted them easy,
but these are new.
They look human...
sweat, bad breath, everything.
Very hard to spot.
I had to wait till he moved
on you before I could zero him.
Look...
I am not stupid, you know.
They cannot make things
like that yet.
Not yet.
Not for about forty years.
Are you saying
it's from the future?
One possible future.
From your point of view...
I don't know tech stuff.
Then you're from the future,
too, is that right?
- Right.
- Right.
Cyborgs don't feel pain.
I do. Don't do that again.
- Just let me go.
- Listen and understand!
That Terminator is out there.
It can't be bargained with.
It can't be reasoned with.
It doesn't feel
pity or remorse or fear.
And it absolutely
will not stop ever!
Until you are dead.
Can you stop it?
I don't know.
With these weapons,
I don't know.
All units. Gray Ford suspect
vehicle has been found...
in a parking structure
at Fourth and Beaudry.
Why me?
Why does it want me?
There was a nuclear war...
a few years from now.
All this...
this whole place, everything...
it's gone.
Just gone.
There were survivors.
Here, there.
Nobody even knew who started it.
It was the machines, Sarah.
I don't understand.
Defense network computers...
New... powerful
Hooked into everything.
Trusted to run it all.
They say it got smart...
a new order of intelligence.
Then it saw all people
as a threat...
not just the ones
on the other side.
Decided our fate
in a microsecond...
extermination.
Did you see this war?
I grew up after it
in the ruins...
starving, hiding from HKs.
- HKs?
- Hunter-Killers...
patrol machines
built in automated factories.
Most of us were rounded up...
put in camps
for orderly disposal.
This was burned in
by laser scanner.
Some of us were kept alive...
to work...
loading bodies.
The disposal units
ran night and day.
We were that close
to going out forever.
But there was one man
who taught us to fight...
to storm the wire
of the camps...
to smash those
metal motherfuckers into junk.
He turned it around.
He brought us back
from the brink.
His name is Connor...
John Connor.
Your son, Sarah.
Your unborn son.
Drive!
- They'll kill you.
- You in the Cadillac!
Let me see your hands now!
Get out of the car!
Drop to your knees!
Out of the car.
Drop to the ground.
Sarah,
try to drink some of this.
Listen, are you sure it's them?
Maybe I should look
at the bodies.
No. They've been identified.
There's no doubt.
Oh, God.
Sarah, this is Dr. Silberman.
Hi, Sarah.
I want you to tell him
everything Reese told you.
Do you feel up to that?
I guess so.
You're a doctor?
Criminal psychologist.
Is Reese crazy?
That's what
we're gonna find out.
So, you're a soldier,
fighting for whom?So, you're a soldier,
fighting for whom?
With the 132nd, under Perry.
From 21 to 27.
That's the year 2027?
That's right.
And I was assigned...
This is fucking great.
...the last two years
under John Connor.
Who was the enemy again?
A computer defense system
built for...
Damn. Sorry.
Built for SAC-NORAD
by Cyberdyne Systems.
I see.
And this computer
thinks it can win...
by killing
the mother of its enemy.
Killing him, in effect,
before he's even conceived...
a sort of retroactive abortion?
That guy Silberman
cracks me up.
Last week, he had this guy
in here that burned his Afghan.
Screwed it first,
then he set it on fire.
Shut up.
Why didn't the computer
just kill Connor then?
Why this elaborate scheme
with the Terminator?
It had no choice.
Their defense grid was smashed.
We'd won.
Taking out Connor then