Meet the pilot.
Why did we get married, Miles?
Why did we have these 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!
Wait in the car.
You're pretty jumpy, Connor.
Hey, big John.
What's up?
He's cool, Enrique.
He's with me.
He's... Uncle Bob.
Uncle Bob, this is Enrique.
Uncle Bob, huh?
Okay.
Drink?
"Uncle Bob"?
You're pretty famous,
all over the goddamn TV.
Pictures of you, John,
your big friend here.
Cops are going nuts
looking for you.
I just came for my stuff.
I need clothes, food and a truck.
How about the fillings in my teeth?
Now, Enrique.
You two,
you're on weapons detail.
Let's go.
One thing about my mom--
she always plans ahead.
Excellent.
This is my best truck,
but the starter motor's gone.
You got time to change it out?
Yeah. I'm gonna wait 'til dark
to cross the border.
Enrique.
It's dangerous for you here.
You get out tonight too, okay?
Sure.
Just drop by anytime
and totally fuck up my life, all right?
See, I grew up in places like this...
so I just thought
that's how people lived--
riding around in helicopters...
Iearning how to blow shit up.
But then when my mom got busted...
I got put into a regular school.
All 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 my mission is complete.
Then it doesn't matter.
I have to stay functional too.
"I'm too important."
That's definitely you.
Most of the guys my mom
hung around 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 'em
about Judgment Day...
and me being this world leader.
That'd be all she wrote.
Torque wrench, please.
Here.
I wish I could've met
my real dad.
You will.
Yeah, I guess.
When I'm, like, 45, I think.
They sent him back through time
to 1984.
Man.
He hasn't even been born yet.
It messes with your head.
-The other bolt.
-Oh. Here.
Mom and him were only together
for one night.
She still loves him, I guess.
I see her crying sometimes.
She denies it totally, of course,
like she got something stuck in her eye.
Why do you cry?
-You mean people?
-Yeah.
I don't know.
We just cry...
you know, when it hurts.
Pain causes it?
No. It's different.
It's when there's nothing wrong
with you, but you hurt anyway.
-You get it?
-No.
All right, my man!
No problemo.
Give me five.
Just put out your hand
like this.
All right! Now hit me.
Give me five. Do the same thing.
Okay, that's good.
Up high.
Five low.
Too slow.
I'm just kidding.
One more time.
Good. Now try it.
Now do me.
Give me five.
Watching John with the machine,
it was suddenly so clear.
The Terminator would never stop.
lt would never leave him,
never hurt him...
never shout at him
or get drunk and hit him...
or be too busy
to spend time with him.
lt would always be there...
and it would die
to protect him.
Of all the would-be fathers
who came and went over the years...
this thing, this machine...
was the only one
who measured up.
ln an insane world...
it was the sanest choice.
Hey, let's try this one.
There we go.
She said go south with him
like you planned.
-She'll meet you tomorrow.
-Mom!
Mom, wait!
"No fate."
No fate but what we make.
My father told her this.
I made him memorize it in the future
as a message to her.
Never mind.
Okay, the whole thing goes--
The future's not set.
There's no fate but what
we make for ourselves.
She intends to change the future.
Yeah, I guess.
Oh, shit!
-Dyson.
-Yeah.
Gotta be. Miles Dyson.
She's gonna blow him away.
Come on! Let's go!
This is tactically