1984.
He killed 17 police officers
that night.
Men with families.
Children.
These were taken
at a mall in Reseda. Today.
Ms Connor, we know
you know who this guy is.
Look, I just sat here
and told you your son is missing,
that the foster-parents
have been murdered.
We know this guy's involved.
Doesn't that mean anything to you?
Don't you care?
We're wasting our time.
Let's go.
Sorry, guys. She's just grown
more and more disconnected
from reality as time goes on.
I'm afraid she can't help us now.
If she clears at all and can give us
anything, I'll call you. - Sure.
Douglas, take her
back to her room, please. - Yes, sir.
Come on, let's go.
We spent a lot of time
in Nicaragua and places like that.
For a while she was
with this crazy ex-Green Beret guy,
running guns.
Then there were some other guys.
She'd shack up with anybody
she could learn from,
so she could teach me
how to be this great military leader.
Then she gets busted and it's like:
"Sorry kid, your mom's a psycho.
Didn't you know?"
Everything I've been brought up
to believe is all bullshit.
I hated her for that.
But everything she said was true.
She knew.
And nobody believed her.
Not even me.
We gotta get her out of there.
- Negative.
The T-1000's highest
probability for success will be
to copy her and wait
for you to make contact.
Great. What happens to her?
The subject being copied
is terminated.
Why didn't you tell me?
We gotta go now!
Negative.
It's not a priority.
Fuck you,
she's a priority to me!
Goddammit!
What's your problem?
Help!
- This does not help our mission!
Help me! Get this psycho off of me.
Let me go!
Why did you do that?
Because you told me to.
What?
You have to do what I say?
One of my mission parameters.
Prove it.
Stand on one foot.
Cool! My own terminator.
You okay, kid?
Take a hike, bozo.
Let's get out of here.
- What?
Fuck you, little dipshit.
Dipshit?
Put your leg down.
Did you call moi a dipshit?
Just trying to help this punk.
Grab this guy.
Now who's the dipshit,
you jock douchebag?
Put the gun down! Now!
Get out of here!
Come on, let's split!
You were gonna kill that guy!
Of course. I'm a terminator.
Listen to me carefully, okay?
You're not
a terminator anymore. Alright?
You got that?
You just can't go round
killing people! - Why?
What do you mean "why"?
'Cause you can't!
Why?
- Because you just can't, okay?
Trust me on this.
Look, I'm gonna go get my mom.
And I order you to help me.
You have a Sarah Connor here?
- You're running kind of late.
They've been in there for an hour.
Hold on a second, I'll buzz you in.
Oh, here come your friends now.
Hey Gwen, you want some coffee?
- No, thanks.
How about a beer?
- Yeah, right.
I got a Full House.
- That's good.
Must be my lucky day.
Yeah, I think you're right
about number 24.
Increase the medication
to 250 milligrams.
Same time?
- Yeah.
You broke my arm!
There's 215 bones
in the human body. That's one.
Now don't move!
What are you gonna do?
Why do we stop now?
You gotta promise
you're not gonna kill anyone, right?
Right.
- Swear.
What?
Just put up your hand and say
"I swear I won't kill anyone."
I swear I will not kill anyone.
- Alright, let's go.
Visiting hours is 10 to 4.
Monday through Friday.
What are you doing?
You son of a bitch! You shot me!
He'll live.
Son of a bitch!
Let's all try to remain calm.
- Open it or he'll be dead!
There's no way, Connor. Let him go.
Open the door!
- It ain't gonna happen.
Take it easy, Sarah.
It won't work, Sarah.
You're no killer.
You're already dead, Silberman.
Everybody here dies.
So don't fuck with me!
Open the door.
Back off!
Get back or I'll pump him
full of this shit, I swear!
Don't move!
Drop the shit!
Do it! Do it!
Get in the office!
On the floor! Face down! Not you!
Open the door!
On the floor! Hold it open!
Face the wall!
Get her!
Come on, open it!
Come on!
She just broke it