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. L'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.
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.
Are you the legal guardian
ofJohn 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 ofJohn?
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!
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 Pescadero.
It's a mental institute.
She tried to blow up a computer factory
but got shot and arrested.
No shit.
She's a total loser.
Come on.
Let's go spend some money.
It's like a giant strobe light...
burning right through my eyes.
Somehow I can still see.
Oh, God.
We know the dream's the same
every night.
- Why do I have to...
- Please continue.
Children look like burnt paper.
Black.
Not moving.
And then the blast wave hits them.
And they fly apart like leaves.
Dreams...
of cataclysm,
the end of the world...
are very common.
It's not a dream, you moron.
It's real.
- I know the date it happens.
- I'm sure it feels real to you.
On August 29, 1997...
it's gonna feel
pretty fuckin'real to you too!
Anybody not wearing two-million sunblock
is gonna have a real bad day. Get it?
God, you think
you're safe and alive.
You're already dead. Everybody!
Him. You. You're dead already.
This whole place,
everything you see is gone!
You're the one living in the dream,
'cause I know it happened!
It happened!
I feel much better now.
Clearer.
Yes, your attitude has been...
much improved lately.
It's helped me to have a goal...
something to look forward to.
What is that?
Well, you said...
that if I showed improvement
after six months...
you would transfer me
to the minimum security wing...
and I could have visitors.
Well, it's been six months...
and...
I was looking forward
to seeing my son.
I see.
Let's go back to what you were saying
about those Terminator machines.
Now you think they don't exist?
They don't exist.
I know that now.
But you've told me on many occasions
about how you crushed one...
in a