need to know
how Skynet gets built.
Who's responsible?
The man responsible
is Miles Bennett Dyson.
Who is that?
The director of special projects at
Cyberdyne Systems Corporation.
Why him?
In a few months he creates a
revolutionary microprocessor.
Go on. Then what?
In three years Cyberdyne
will become the largest supplier
of military computer systems.
Stealth bombers are upgraded
with Cyberdyne computers.
Becoming unmanned,
they fly
with a perfect operational record.
The Skynet funding bill is passed.
The system goes on-line
on August 4th, 1997.
Human decisions are removed
from strategic defense.
Skynet begins to learn
at a geometric rate.
It becomes self-aware at 2: 14 a.m.
Eastern time, August 29.
In a panic,
they try to pull the plug.
Skynet fights back.
Yes. It launches its missiles
against targets in Russia.
Why Russia?
They're our friends now.
Because Skynet knows
that the Russian counterattack
will eliminate its enemies here.
- Jesus.
How much do you know
about Dyson?
I have detailed files.
I want to know everything.
What he looks like.
Where he lives. Everything.
Miles!
You going to work all day?
- I'm sorry, baby.
This thing
is kicking my ass.
It's Sunday. You promised to take
the kids to Raging Waters today.
I can't. I'm on a roll.
This is gonna blow 'em away.
It's a neural-net processor.
I know. You told me.
It thinks and learns like we do.
It's superconducting
at room temperature.
Other computers are just
pocket calculators by comparison.
Why is that so important?
I need to know,
'cause sometimes I feel like
I'm going crazy here.
Baby, I am this close.
Come here.
Imagine a jet airliner
with a pilot that never gets tired,
never makes mistakes,
never shows up with a hangover.
Meet the pilot.
Why did we get married?
Have children? You don't need us.
Your heart and your mind
are in here.
But it doesn't love you like we do.
I'm sorry. Really.
How about spending some time
with your other babies?
Raging Waters?
- Yeah!
Wait in the car.
Enrique?
You here?
Pretty jumpy, Connor.
What about you?
Always on the lurk.
Good to see you, Connor.
- I promised to make it back.
Man, I knew it.
Good to see you.
Yolanda. Get out here, we got
company. And bring some tequila!
Oye, Big John?
Que pasa?
- What's up?
Who's your friend?
- He's cool.
He's with me. He is Uncle Bob.
Uncle Bob, this is Enrique.
Uncle Bob, huh?
Okay.
How are you?
How are you? You've gotten big.
Drink?
Uncle Bob?
Sarahlita, you pretty famous.
All over the TV. Pictures of
you, John, your big friend here.
Cops are going nuts looking for you.
Take the kid, honey, will you?
I just came for my stuff.
I need clothes, food,
and one of your trucks.
How about the fillings out of
my fucking teeth? - Now.
You two, you're on weapons detail.
- Come on, let's go.
One thing about my mom,
she always plans ahead.
Excellent.
Nothing down here.
This is the best truck I got,
but the starter is gone.
You got the time to change it out?
- Yeah.
I'm gonna wait till dark
to cross the border.
Enrique, it's dangerous for you here.
You get out tonight too, okay?
- Sure.
Just drop by any time
and totally fuck up my life.
See, 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.
But then, when my mom got busted,
I got put in a regular school.
The other kids were into Nintendo.
Are you ever afraid?
No.
Not even of dying?
No.
You don't feel any emotion about it
one way or another?
No.
I have to stay functional
until the mission is complete.
Then it doesn't matter.
Yeah. I have to stay functional too.
I'm "too important".
That's definitely you.
Most of the guys my mom
hung round 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
them about Judgment Day
and me being this