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© Copyright 1998, 2000, 2016 Robert Cole © Robert Cole 2014

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    Written By 
        Robert Cole
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A conversation reveals secrets from the future
that ties T1, T2 & T3 into one seamless story

Opening the plot and re-orienting the series

                -What really happened...
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DYSON Lineage Notes:

MILES DYSON SENIOR    = Afro-Amer scientist who died in T2
TARISSA DYSON        = Miles Dyson Seniorís second wife, seen in T2
DANNY            = Miles Senior and Tarissaís child in T2
MILES DYSON JUNIOR    = Son of Miles Senior and first wife / away at college in T2

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FADE IN: BLUE SKY, occasional WHITE WHISPs.        

CAMERA PANS DOWN TO: Three, cracked-face, over-grown mausoleums. The iron gate is ajar on one and a broken cornice lays in protruding grass.

Two cemetery workers arrive in a grounds-vehicle. Older worker, with slight Irish brogue, starts out from his seat.

                    WORKER
            O-oh-h, look at this. These shouldíve
            been fixed up long ago!

They pry the gate back and push into the front.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


INT. MAUSOLEUM.

                    WORKER
            O-h what a mess!

The side-wall of a crypt has fallen and angles down into its niche. A broken casket sits within. - Under its cover, the workman discovers a dusty, elongated BLACK-DEVICE.

                    WORKER
            Wha-atís this...?

His thumb pushes dirt from the name-plate.
            ďCYBER-DYNE SYSTEMSĒ


INT. HIGH-TECH LAB - RECEPTION DESK

Call-board beeps under large ďCDRSĒ sign. Receptionist responds.

                    RECEPTIONIST
            Cyber-Dyne Systems

Receptionist pushes the intercom and her words pace across the bustling activity of a high-tech lab.
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                    CYBER-DYNE RECEPTIONIST (VO)
            Paging Mr Dyson, Mr Dyson, line 3...

Cuff-linked, dark-skinned hand reaches for the phone and a young face fills the FRAME.

                    DYSON
            Miles Dyson Junior.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


INT. CYBER-DYNE TESTING LAB

The DEVICE sits on a bench. MILES DYSON JUNIOR, with several senior manager types, have attached test-cables to one end.

                    MANAGER
                (highly anxious)
            I donít know, this thingís from the
            time of your dad.

DYSONís eyes move slowly up the housing. Carefully, he brings the test-clip to the other end.

                    DYSON
                (careful concern)
            Donít worry...

A joltingly BRIGHT SPARK staggers observers as a billowing PURPLE FLUX-FIELD explodes through the room.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


EXT. MOUNTAIN HOME - DAYTIME

It is brisk mid-morning at a pleasant mountain home. A slender woman brushes snow from the cord-stack as she pulls two splits into her arms. Her blonde hair falls freely. The mail man rolls up on the road.

                    MAILMAN
            Got a special, Mrs Reese!

She swings around and SARAH CONNORís FACE fills the FRAME. She has a relaxed beauty. SLOWLY ZOOM OUT. HOLD on this.
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                    SARAH
            Ok, Herm!

Tossing the wood on the stair-head, she receives the note.

                    HERM
            Itís a letter-gram - from íUncle Bobí -?
             - thatís the whole return...

Sarahís sudden alarm disappears.

                    SARAH
            ...little chilly!

                    HERM
            Ah, yeah, but spring! - Warm days.


INT. MOUNTAIN HOME

        (TIGHT ON: LETTER-GRAM PRINT)
            ďI know why you cry - STOPĒ

                     SARAH
                (anger under her breath)
            Shh-it...

Controlling herself, she heads to the attic and pulls a RADIO from a TRUNK.

It is set on the kitchen table.

Another is pulled from under the dusty, unused back-sink.

The BOXES sit apart while she adjusts oddly placed ANTENNAE.

The squeal of HAM frequencies produce two pitches that mingle sweetly in the air. Suddenly the mix of their gentle skew creates a low peddle-tone that THUMPS through the kitchen.

She writes hurriedly as the pattern repeats. Her hand and mouth quiver as she forces herself to hold concentration.

            ďFuture not ended. Skynet device triggered.
            Find on beacon f:14112. Protect your son.Ē

                    SARAH
                (angered)
            ...beacon frequency...
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She twists the tuner until she hears a tell-tale ďchirping.Ē

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


EXT. - SARAH DRIVING: POV: from outside driverís window, Sarahís intense expression as she drives truck - scenery passes in BG.

CHILDRENís VOICES start echoing. FADE IN: BLUE SKY

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


EXT. ROADSIDE PHONES - AFTERNOON

Her tires grind gravel before a row of phones.

ON: SARAH dials the phone.

TO: Private, darkened communications-room where DYSON receives her call. He is seated before monitor-screens at a technical console. He picks up.

FOCUS ON BG: Marvelously intricate, cork-screwing lights inversely cave-in on themselves across the DEVICE on the monitor.

                    DYSON
            Dyson.

TO SARAH:

                    SARAH
            Miles, what in Godís name...

We hear DYSONíS VOICE.

                    DYSON (VO)
            Sarah, itís not over - we found something...

                    SARAH
            Wha-

SMASH-CUT TO: DYSON.

                    DYSON
            ...Something from the future. Some kind of...

TIGHT ON: DYSONís MOUTH.
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                    DYSON
            ...TIME CAPSULE. - A relic...

DISSOLVE while their conversation falls into ECHOING.

                    DYSON (echoing)
            A worker at Forest Lawn Cemetery
            found it after the earthquake.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


SARAH DRIVING. AUDIO FADE IN: echoing children, taunting laughter.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


INT. JOHNís HOME

[Ringing phone] - Laughing, young JOHN picks up.

                    JOHN
            Mom! How you... 

JOHNís expression stops in mid-smile.

                    JOHN
            What?! - That canít be...

He begins shaking his head.

                    JOHN
            ...No - That isnít...  Miles? -
            What?, (disbelief) - W-H-AT? - W-wait...

His girlfriend, CALLE enters from the other room. A young male follows. Her smile turns to alarm as she sees Johnís shocked expression and outstretched hand.

                    CALLE
            ...What?

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


CALLEís face fills FRAME. Sheís thin with short light-brown hair.
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                    CALLE
                (incredulous)
            John Conner - ...the Ďterroristí?

                    JOHN
            -Cal...

                    CALLE
            John, honesty is the only thing people can have
            together. Either you have it - or you donít.

                    JOHN
            Calle, only Matt knew. You never were
            supposed to know.

                    MATT (standing in BG)
            Yeah, itís not the kind of thing you tell
            your little sister, Cal!

She snaps MATT a hard look.

                    MATT
            Well! - Gotta go...

MATT exits.

                    JOHN
            I was gonna tell you, Cal. You have to know
                that.

                    CALLE
            So youíre not John Reese, youíre John Connor
            - and your mother is Sarah Connor! Oh, God!

                    JOHN
            Calle...

                    CALLE
                (disgusted disbelief)
            I just canít believe this!

                    JOHN
            Cal - believe it! Weíre alive, and everybody
            youíve ever seen or heard of is alive,
            because my mom and a guy named Miles
            Bennet Dyson refused to let them die!

CALLE stares wide-eyed.
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                    JOHN
            Miles Dyson gave up his life. So did my father,
            before I was born.  So did the Terminator, -like
            a father - the only father I ever knew. (pause)
            Youíve had a normal family, Cal, you donít know
            what itís like to have no father!

                    CALLE
                (bewilderment)
            -This is so unbelievable!

                    JOHN
            Miles Senior lost his life blowing away Skynet,
            with his whole lab, at Cyber-Dyne North.

                    CALLE
            Skynet was the defense computer - ?

                    JOHN
            Miles Junior was away at college. -Heís a
            smart guy, he got his fatherís old job at
            Cyber-Dyne. -He and his little brother, Danny
            were into HAM radio. They made-up some code in
            case of emergencies. - He contacted my mom
            - when they found this thing from the future.

                    CALLE
            Can you trust him?

                    JOHN
            Oh, yeah - like a brother, like Matt -
            thereís some kind of bond. Itís family.

                    CALLE
            If this ďthingĒ has been here this whole
            time, (shaking head) whatís so important?

John stares into her face.

                    JOHN (softens)
            ...Calle. - Ok, Skynet. It was the defense
            computer system - built by Cyber-Dyne with
            the Dyson, ďNeural-NetĒ chips. It was in
            everything - all the planes, the ships, the
            military-bases, all the rockets and silos,
            -all the tanks. Everything. - It had
            complete control of our nuclear defenses.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:
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FLASHBACK with VO: LA - bright, sunny day. Laughing child swings.

                    JOHN (VO)
            On August 29th, 1997, the whole system
            became smart - one huge mind - and it
            just decided, -we were not necessary.

AUDIO FADE IN: ECHOING LAUGHTER.
NEW: SLOW-MOTION of CHILDís FACE at height of swing. LA in BG. WHITE-OUT as A-BOMB EXPLODES. SHOCK-WAVE DRIVES across town. HIGH-RISES BLAST APART.

SEQUENCE OF RAPID CUTS:
HIGH ALTITUDE POV: TWO BLASTS envelop LA. THREE BLASTS cover SAN DIEGO. MRV ĎCARPET-BOMBINGí up Coast, LONG BEACH, SANTA BARBARA.

BAY-AREA: WHITE IMPACT BALLS expand along SF Bay.
MRV HITS across EASTERN SEABOARD, NJ, NY, Boston, Wash D.C., etc.

                    JOHN (VO)
            That day haunted my momís dreams. It was her
            endless nightmare...

TO: A small, burnt skull sits on a rusty swing seat.
NEW: BURNED SKULLS are PILED like SAND DRIFTS along the blackened walkways of a SHOPPING MALL.
NEW: Old skulls liter a CHARRED DISNEYLAND Main-Street.

                    JOHN (VO)
            Then we fought the machines...

ROLLING HKs (Hunter-Killers) mash skulls while firing. A squad of firing Terminator Endo-skeletons march into the FRAME. PAN UP TO: A flying HK Battle-Station moves over-head.

GO TO RED-SCREEN: SIX RADIATING SEGMENTS fill the frame with MOVING VISIONS from the GUN TURRETS of a FLYING H-K BATTLE-STATION. The ground passes below while humans scurry and TARGETING COORDINATES flash across the SIX RED DISPLAYS. PLASMA DESCENDS in all directions. Return fire BLOWS an ENGINE. The scene REELS wildly.

RETURN: JOHNís FACE

                    JOHN
            But we ended that future. (pause) - At least,
            I thought so.
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CREDITS SEQUENCE: A-BOMB leads CREDITS ROLL UP which runs over old news-reel clips, assembled by Skynet, showing satellite views of the earth during full, world-wide nuclear annihilation. Muted thuds tap rhythmically as nuclear strikes lace land-masses. Fingers of pollution trace wind-patterns. Read-outs gauge Nuclear Arsenal expenditures, hits and death-tolls.
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EXT. NIGHT - EMPTY STREET in DECREPIT CITY NEIGHBORHOOD

Opens on dark street of empty store-fronts. Gray/brown and dark facades jut up across from us. A dumpy car is parked in the street and a small motor-bike stands by the only lit doors in sight. Above the doors are large, raised letters:

            ďINTERNATIONAL CRYONICS INSTITUTEĒ

SUPERIMPOSE: Elongated, football-shaped Time-Capsule with raised webbing and intricate but subdued lights cork-screwing within.

STREET: We move toward the doors...

SUPERIMPOSED TIME-CAPSULE: Camera zooms tighter on.


INT. CRYONICS INSTITUTE 

Old, beer-bellied guard has feet up at newspaper draped desk. Nearby, a lanky floor sweeper leans over his push-broom. A choir of tall, metallic canisters disappear into the dark behind them.

GUARD whisks his fingers over the paper.

                    GUARD
            You know, youíd think these guysíd
            learn how to play ball...

                    SWEEPER
            Not like your day...

                    GUARD
            Youíre God Damn right. We had the power
            guys, and we also didnít stand around
            all God Damn day. When ya just play the
            game, it moves - it lives, for Christís
            Sake. Ya play better...

Sweeperís answer reduces to echoing as we are now...
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NEW ANGLE: ...down the dark hall, before a bullet-shaped ďCRYOĒ TUBE. There is a small 3Ē X 1Ē INDICATOR PANEL to the right of its long, vertical seam.

RUNNING VOICE-OVER: Echoing baseball conversation continues.

TIME CAPSULE: ZOOM ON: Cork-screwing lights, softly pulsing.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


CRYO-TUBE: ZOOM ON: Cryo INDICATOR PANEL. Panel-lights begin flashing command-codes.

Camera ZOOMS OUT SLOWLY.

LOUD BLAST and SMASH-CUT: GUARD and SWEEPER are reelingly jarred to their feet.

POV: GUARDS, in FG, face away from camera. They look down the dark hall to the huge out-blast of gasses filling the far room.

REAR ROOM POV: From CEILING. CRYO-TUBES at lower right: Our astounded pair sweep in as the ROOM-LIGHTS COME ON. Mountains of billowing steam eject from the bottom of a tall ampule.

POV from behind guards: The exploding pressure, venting like rocket-exhaust, starts to relieve while RED & GREEN LIGHTS blink from the small panel.

The gleaming, 9 foot shell emerges from the subsiding vapor, omni-present. Its shut-off stops with an echoing SLAP.

The GUARDís mouths agape, they blink in disbelief.

A RED LIGHT comes on the indicator and a ďCLUNKĒ is followed quickly by the HISS of pressure-relief. Its long seam breaks and the front of the ampule swings loosely open.

GUARDS walk timidly forward, mouths still agape.

Puffs of gas waft from the gap as red highlights reflect liquidly from the smooth, RIPPLED FORM within.

The guards recoil as the FORM begins to MOVE. The SOUND is reminiscent of the liquid man but suddenly its PLASTIC SHROUD peels open and falls away.

The TERMINATOR shines like a God.
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SMASH ZOOM ON: TERMINATORís FACE, ZOOM into TERMINATORís EYE.

SMASH-CUT TO RED-SCREEN: SURGING LIQUID RED and ROCKET-RIDE IMAGES explode from the screen as TERMINATOR CONSCIOUSNESS violently stabilizes from its frozen, super-conductor state. Grids and readouts appear. The guards are cowering against the wall.

RETURN: CYRO-TUBE

                     TERMINATOR
            I need your clothes, your boots
            & your motorcycle.


INT. CYBER-DYNE RESEARCH

Dyson and Sarah enter the room with the device.

                    DYSON
            ...It was designed to become active after
            August 29, 1997 but was damaged in the quake.

                    SARAH
            Judgement Day?

                    DYSON
            Passing that date would arm the device.

SARAH looks questioning.

                    DYSON
            - If it was still here, after that date, the
            atomic war would not have happened. - As soon
            as I plugged in the diagnostics, it came alive.

                    SARAH
                (disgust)
            Great.

                    DYSON
            There are vast files from the year
            2029, - I only have part of it...

                    SARAH
                (anger)
            We ended that future. Itís over! This is not
            supposed to be here!
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                    DYSON
            Yes, probably so. But listen, (mid-sentence
            switch) -By the way, where is John? No wait.

DYSON leads Sarah out of the room and into another. Then to a questioning Sarah:

                    DYSON
            It could be listening - donít even tell
            me where John is. He cannot come into
            contact with the device.

                    SARAH
            Why?

                    DYSON
            Heís not here is he?

                    SARAH
            No, heís on his way...

                    DYSON
                (alarmed)
            We have to stop him!

                    SARAH
            Wh-(?)

                    DYSON
            How long before he gets here?

                    SARAH
            Tomorrow...

                    DYSON
            Are you sure?

                    SARAH
            Yes, he was home.

                    DYSON
                (relief)
            Ah, thank God. I didnít think. We can stop
            him before he gets in. Sarah, - Skynet sent
            a Terminator at the same time as this thing.

SARAH reels.
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                    DYSON
            One of its targets, for sure, is John.


INT. JOHNís CAR -

JOHN is driving through the night.


EXT. NIGHT - HARLEY DEALERSHIP

OVER-HEAD camera BOOMS DOWN as the TERMINATOR rolls up the center of the street before a Harley-Davidson dealership. A gigantic STREET-BIKE dominates the flood-lit window display.

            AIR-BRUSHED SIGN: ĎDreaMachineí

The TERMINATOR looks over.


RETURN INT. CYBER-DYNE

DYSON flips on a wall screen.

                    DYSON
            All right, listen, ...

                    SARAH
            Whereís this Terminator?

                    DYSON
            We donít know. - Wait.

                    SARAH
            Wait! We have to find it. We-

                    DYSON
            Wait! - Sarah, - just listen...

SARAH confines her focus. Wall-screen flashes to Dysonsí study-image of the Time Capsule, which runs in BG.

                    DYSON
            ...This ďDeviceĒ was sent at the same
            time as the liquid man.
            (reflecting) ...the night my father died...

                    SARAH
            But we changed that fu-
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                    DYSON
            Sarah, it was sent in case you changed
            the future.

Sarahís eyes grow wider.

                    DYSON
            Itís a fail-safe device. It holds
            secrets. - Weíre trying to unrav-...

                    SARAH
            Fail-safe!? Fail-safe means preventing what
            we did, preventing us from changing the future!

                    DYSON
            No! The future was changed. There was no war.

                    SARAH
            But Fail-s-

                    DYSON
            Listen! Itís a fail-safe. (excited) Itís
            fantastically complex, a whole new computer
            language, - and being constantly re-written.
            We have to...

Sarah sharpens her eyes.

                    SARAH
                (firmly)
            Letís destroy it.

                    DYSON
            No! We have to know what it knows, and
            what itís going to do. But this much is
            clear, - Skynet also sent a Terminator - and
            if John comes into contact with the device,
            or if the device even senses him, the
            Terminator will be activated.

                    SARAH
            Where is this Terminator?  What kind-

                    DYSON
                (concerned shrug)
            We donít know. Thatís why we have to
            decipher all this.
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                    Sarah
            I told John to meet me here!

SLOW ZOOM ON: DYSONís wince.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


INT. JOHNíS  CAR.

SLOW ZOOM ON JOHNís face.


EXT. NIGHT  -  HARLEY DEALERSHIP

Cops stand around, while patrol-car lights blink. A burglar-alarm CLANGS in the BG. The anxious dealership-owner, in jacket and pajama-bottoms, jumps from the open door of his truck.

The police SERGEANT yells into the yard.

                    SERGEANT
            Turn off that noise!

As the echoing ends, the exasperated OWNER and SERGEANT turn to the busted out display-window.

                    SERGEANT
            Somethiní missiní?

The gaping, flood-lit hole before them now showcases the PUNY MOTORBIKE - shabby paint, half-peeled ĎDead-Headí sticker.


EXT. DARK STREET - SPORTING GOODS STORE-FRONT

TERMINATOR is climbing on his new, powerful HARLEY in front of the BROKEN DOORS of a sporting goods. He has PISTOLS and a SEMI-AUTOMATIC RIFLE which he holsters into the bike. He stands erect.

ON: TERMINATORís STONY FACE. His RED EYES focus. He puts on SHADES, starts the bike and heads off into the night.

POV from side: TERMINATOR on moving bike. He accelerates faster.
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EXT. CYBER-DYNE RESEARCH LAB - BRIGHT SUNSHINE

POV: From high elevation: Cyber-Dyneís brick facade stands back from a wide lawn that stretches inside the encircling drive.

BOOM DOWN through street-lining TREEs to rear of JOHNís car. John is stalled in the noon-rush outside CYBER-DYNE.


CUT TO: EXT. FREEWAY

POV: ELEVATED above FREEWAY: BOOM UP as the TERMINATOR is leaving onto the down-ramp. The city spreads out before him.


RETURN: EXT. CYBER-DYNE RESEARCH

JOHN, SARAH and DYSON stand by the line of cars that border the facilityís large lawn.

                    DYSON
            ...so itís definitely a fail-safe, we
            recorded mountains of information, but
            most is all jumbled up.

John gazes over at the building.

                    JOHN
            If its purpose is fail-safe, it must
            have been sent to do something - to
            accomplish something. (looks to Dyson)
            Youíre sure there are no chips?

                    DYSON
            You and my father destroyed everything
            the night you blew Cyber-Dyne North.
            Believe me, I have his job, I would know.

                    JOHN
            Then whatís this thing doing here?

                    DYSON
                (thinking)
            Skynet would have known it could eliminate
            itself by sending Terminators into its past,
            it wasnít stupid.

                    JOHN
            But if Skynet is gone -
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                    DYSON
            - Itís over. - Yes, -doesnít make sense.

JOHN looks back at the building.

                    JOHN
            And you say, if this device even senses me,
            it will send a Terminator. - From where?

                    DYSON
            Donít know. We cou(ld)...

                    SARAH
                (strongly)
            We have to find this Terminator.

                    John
            Yeah, we gotta get it before - it gets us-s...

Johnís voice trails as everyoneís attention is going to the massive, ARMED-FIGURE pulling up on the MOTORCYCLE across the street.

                    SARAH
            Get your weapons!

John is already opening the trunk and pulls out two machine guns.

                    DYSON
            Oh God...

The three are running for the entrance. The TERMINATOR is running after them. Just before the entrance, SARAH turns and opens up on him. The Terminator has crossed onto the lawn and yells.

                    TERMINATOR
            No!

He raises his weapon high in the air and places it down before him, yelling.

                    TERMINATOR
            Donít go in there!

They fall back into the entrance. SARAH places a couple more bursts but then focuses into a curious frown as she sees the Terminator with his hands out-stretched and yelling.
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                    TERMINATOR
            I am not the enemy!

Suddenly a HIGH-SKEW pierces the air behind them. - All three turn to see the HOWLING CAPSULE through the open door at the end of the hall. LIGHTS streaming over its sides.

They turn to each other.

                    DYSON
            Run!

They bolt through the doors and head across the lawn.

The TERMINATOR walks for the front of the building, loading his weapon.

PAPERS START MOVING.

Sensing something very strange, DYSON turns to watch while JOHN and SARAH head for the cars.

Angry LIGHTNING writhes from the entrance. Each arcing LEMON-YELLOW BOLT is RINGED by huge, GEM-like AURAS of extraordinarily BRILLIANT PURPLE popping like flash-bulbs and contrasting the RED-BRICK, BLUE-SKY and LUSH-GREEN of the lawn.

ON: the anxious face of DYSON.

ON: the determined pace of the TERMINATOR as he stops up for battle.

ON: The PLASMA SPHERE rises like a soap bubble against the wall and stairs.

PAN TO: The TERMINATOR looks over to the street.

                    TERMINATOR
            You have to go now!

TO: John and Sarah hurry into their car.

TO: The sphere resolves leaving nothing but brown ripples distorting the air.

SMASH-CUT: TERMINATORís eyes focus.

RETURN: The ripples become a figure.
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SMASH-CUT: TERMINATOR starts blasting.

RETURN: The figure tries to steady itself from the unexpected impacts. It looks like a squat, barrel-chested wrestler, with a broad head and slicked hair.

Its smooth, brownish/purple form seems to convulse at the hits but we see it is actually SHIFTING ITS BREAST to avoid the bullet strikes - like pouring SAND from one cup to another.

It sees JOHN and SARAH roaring into the road.

It starts after them. As it rockets forward, it smears out into glimmering BROWN RIPPLES and DISTORTED AIR.

The rippled distortion resolves in a nearly instantaneous, straight-line arrival where JOHN and SARAHís CAR had been. The grass is CREPE and the curb, POWDER.

The TERMINATOR SHOOTS for its LEGS which seem affected but we see this THING simply fall into a DOG-LIKE run after the speeding CAR. TWO LEGS in front, ONE in back.

John is punching the gas as Sarah yells.

                    SARAH
            Its gaining!

The engine winds as the car launches onto the freeway.

Cars screech and banana to miss each other.

JOHN and SARAH charge up the road when this thing shoots over the ramp like a race-dog. It starts a muscular run, bounding like a CHEETAH. Faster and faster, the guard-rails and cars become blurred.

Purplish CHEETAH/THING stretches across a turning ďSĒ curve in GLIMMERING RIPPLED DISTORTION straight-through an intervening family car, which catalyzes into CRYSTALLIZED-SILVER POPCORN.

Itís target moved, bounding CHEETAH/THING stretches another curve.

SARAH breaks out the rear glass.

                    SARAH
            Floor it!
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INTER-CUT: TERMINATOR walks fast to a CHP cruiser which is just stopping to arrest him. He throws the officer out and takes off, pulling the shot-gun from the dash.

RETURN: JOHN & SARAH are ripping past traffic.

TO: Bounding CHEETAH/THING stretches its head to see above cars.

RETURN: Sarah starts shooting.

                    SARAH
                (yelling)
            Itís gaining! Go faster!

TIGHT ON: SPEEDOMETER: heading over 90.

Cars veer spasmodically as the THING unfurls and expands boldly to a huge, brilliant ELASTIC LUMINESCENCE which whips up the roadway - like a train-sized rubber-band, in long, hundred-yard strides. CATALYZED CARS flatten like egg-crates.


SMASH-CUT TO CYBER-DYNE: DYSONís HANDS grab the TIME-CAPSULE. He throws it in an oblong box and slams it shut.


RETURN: THING falls to a run as SARAH pumps bullets from the window. She is yanked from side to side through wrenching lane-changes.

INTER-CUT: TERMINATOR, cop-lights on, is coming through traffic.

RETURN: THING scales intervening cars like a Tasmanian rock-climber - all shoulders, LONG ARMS and no head.

OVER-HEAD POV: THING closes right up on SARAH. Car is swimming like a fish as THING LUNGES. SARAH contorts to the window-frame.

                    SARAH
            Uh-h-h-aH!

THING misses.

Their car shoots up through the next car-pack as THING bounds to the road, mounts and rockets over cars. Vehicles roll and smash violently to the sides.
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POV from SARAH: THING comes over the car-pack, filling the FRAME and swipes, BANG! - It busts the window frame, sending SARAH reeling.

                    SARAH
            Oh-ow-h!

Chrome hanging; the car rocks wildly.

                    SARAH
                (screaming)
            Stay outta traffic!

As they pass, THING romps over the third car-pack and leaps from the lead-car.

THING KNOCKS OFF John and Sarahís BUMPER and FENDER.

Their car reels while the lead-car swings around sideways, does a tumble and the whole THIRD-PACK rolls up behind it. THING bounding forward in front of the huge, rolling smash-up.

SARAH starts shooting both guns.

THING stretches into a piston-fast run, forming only a front and back leg. Each slithers to a small knob.

Itís a bounding, rippling MAGGOT whose pointed-legs easily avoid the bullets.

ON SARAH: One gun goes empty.

THING gains so strongly, SARAH GASPS at its LIQUID EYES shining from the BLACK SLITS smeared across its front.

                    SARAH
                (screaming yell)
            Go!! Go faster! - Faster!!

SPEEDOMETER: 100, 105. Steam starts pouring from the front as their car inches forward.

ON: SARAHís hair blazes over her gun in the wind-stream. The bolt stops.

                    SARAH
            Iím out!
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INTER-CUT: Suddenly a clamp-like hand springs on a malleable, ROPE-ARM from the THINGís back. It will obviously score.

RETURN: Sarah looks up as the hand comes down.

POV: It sails down from the sky, straight into the camera.

                    BLAM!

THINGís FEET are shot out by the TERMINATOR, now just behind.

THING crumples to the road but rolls and re-gains as both cars shoot past.

POV: From behind: The cars blast down the road together.

TIGHT ON TERMINATORís SPEEDOMETER: 115-120.

THING is in Cheetah-mode and slows down to bound along a passenger car. It opens the door, pulls out the occupant and enters to accelerate in one fluid movement.

TO: The TERMINATOR rolls up on JOHN and SARAH and yells through the passenger window.

                    TERMINATOR
            Get in!

JOHN and SARAHís car is streaming STEAM while the vehicles blast haphazardly down the freeway.

INTER-CUT: Roaring up after them, the near featureless figure transforms into the just ejected driver.

RETURN: SARAH looks back and sees THINGís vehicle blasting through traffic. It bumps some car into a violent roll.

Their own over-heated steamer starts whistling loudly.
 
                    TERMINATOR
                (yelling)
            Come on!

John glances to the mirror - THINGís car is gaining strongly.

The Terminator has pushed the 110 mph vehicles together, their metal bodies making rude scraping and bent beer-can noises. Window to window, the Terminator yells again.
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                    TERMINATOR
                (yelling)
            Come on! Get in!

John looks to see that SARAH has made up her mind. She throws her guns over and claws her way through the grinding, jockeying window-frames.

TO: THING, almost on them, swipes its own wind-shield out and begins readying for the throw, oozing up through the opening.

TO: John looks again, then jumps through the window as the CHP car begins to move away.

John is only half in and scrabbling to make it when the abandoned, driverless vehicle EXPLODES against the mountain wall.

The cars swing around the left-flowing turn. John is still stuck half-out the window and straining against the force.

TO: THINGís rope-arm shoots into the air.

TO: SARAH blows out the rear window and blasts THINGís front-tires which make its wheels cave-in and the whole front-end buckle.

ANGLE: THINGís CAR does MULTIPLE END-OVER-ENDS, car parts spreading out, as thing rolls into a BALL before it.

ON: The CHP car shoots down the road, away from camera.

TO: Thing-ball rolls up and onto its feet, looking down the freeway at the escaping car. METALLIC EYES materialize on the rear of its thick head, staring back at on-coming traffic.

Thing turns into a beautiful, poised, fashion female - heels, fox-fur and quaff.

She raises her gloved hand to a smiling male who is hard-braking his BLUE TRUCK for this sudden chance at the Prince Charming role.


INT. CHP CAR

                    JOHN
                (looking back)
            Is it coming?
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                    Terminator
            I donít think so.

                    SARAH
            What was it?!

                    JOHN
            A liquid Terminator?

                    TERMINATOR
            No. Hyperboid. - An entity implanted
            into negative matter. Into time itself.
            Into the corridor between the future
            and this time.

SARAH and JOHN stare - the CHP-CAR aches with stress.


EXT. FREEWAY WRECK

Beautiful female gets in truck.

                    GUY
            Are you all right?

                    BEAUTIFUL FEMALE
            Yeah, I guess. The front tire blew out.
            Thank you for stopping.

The GUY is looking over his shoulder at the wreck.

                    GUY
            What a mess, (turning back)
            - youíre lucky-...

He stops, shocked at her beaming smile.

                    BEAUTIFUL FEMALE
                (smiling)
            So, - what do you do?

                                    DISSOLVE TO:

INT. CHP-CAR

TERMINATORís FACE fills the FRAME.
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                    TERMINATOR
            We were the last two production
            models of the Cyber-Dyne 101 series.

                    JOHN
                (smiling)
            Like twins!

                    TERMINATOR
                (mildly affected)
            You re-programmed us in the future but
            sent my (looks over) -Ďtwiní, first.

SARAH starts to react but JOHN touches her.

                    TERMINATOR
            My Ďtwiní never knew I was sent. My mission
            was to enter deep-freeze, cryo-stasis. I
            received all his experience files over a
            monitoring channel.

                    SARAH
            Youíve been frozen - this whole time?

                    JOHN
            You received the experiences of the
            other Model 101?

                    TERMINATOR
            Yes, your ĎUncle Bob.í - All the way through
            your fight with the T-1000 liquid-Terminator.
            (to Sarah) When the device was activated, my
            emergency task menu ended cryo-stasis.

                    JOHN
            Why was the device sent - whatís it
            here for?

                    TERMINATOR
            The device is a homing-beacon that
            brings the Hyperboid and allows it
            to re-construct Skynet, with all its
            files and secrets, here in this time.

JOHN and SARAH are stunned.
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                    SARAH
            ...Skynetís ďfail-safeĒ is to re-
            construct itself, here, in this time
            - in case THEIR TIME had ended?

                    TERMINATOR
            Yes.


INTER-CUT: DYSON is hurriedly leaving Cyber-dyne with the oblong metal-box. He hands his worried secretary a note.

                    DYSON
            Give this to Sarah Reese, or her son,
            and no one else. Then go on home.


INT. SPEEDING CHP-CAR

                    JOHN
            ...you said, the ďHyperboidĒ - ?

                    TERMINATOR
            Hyperboid-2021 (motions behind). A
            thing released into the Quantum void
            - the fabric of Negative matter.

                    JOHN
            Negative matter -?

                    TERMINATOR
            The Quantum void is between times. You must
            travel through it, to travel through time.

                    SARAH
            Are you telling us this Hyperboid is
            actually inside time?!?

                    TERMINATOR
            Anchored there. The Hyperboid takes on
            positive atomic-matter from this time and
            forms into things and shapes. - When itís
            here, itís only half-here.

                    JOHN
                (eyes reel up)
            O-oh man...

They are pulling off the freeway.
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                    SARAH
            What happens if we destroy the material
            hugging onto it?

                    TERMINATOR
            The Hyperboid can just come back. - As long
            as it has contact with the time-capsule, the
            Hyperboid can vector-travel anywhere - at will.

                    JOHN
            And if we destroy the time-capsule?

                    TERMINATOR
            Without the device, the Hyperboid
            has no way back.

                    JOHN
                (smiles)
            Just kinda, leave it out in the void...

                    TERMINATOR
                (looks over)
            One more thing. (pause) Once Skynet has been
            reproduced, it will merge directly with the
            Hyperboid - to create a permanent foot in time.

                    JOHN
            What??

                    TERMINATOR
            Joining with the Hyperboid will give Skynet
            a foundation in Negative Matter itself.
            Skynet will then be immune to time, to any
            changes of past or future. - Permanent.

They are stunned. SARAH turns to JOHN.

                    SARAH
            First we ditch this car.
           
                                    DISSOLVE TO:


EXT. FREEWAY OFF-RAMP

The BLUE TRUCK pulls down the off-ramp.
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INT. BLUE TRUCK
 
                    GUY
            You probably should get checked out
            at the emergency, itís just three
            blocks up...

                    HYPERBOID/SHE
                (sweetly)
            No, I need to get back to the city,
            could you take me? - I can pay - .

                    HE
            Oh, this has to be reported. The cops
            need to know what happened, and I
            really think you need to be sure
            everythingís OK, you could be hurt-...

SHE calmly swipes down across his head and a CRACKLING HISS evaporates half his face into a kind of atomic micro-spray, which expels in all directions.

The QUIVERING LIPS, HALF-TONGUE and EXPOSED THROAT make GURGLING SOUNDS as we see his BRAIN, SKULL-CASE and SINUS CAVITY like an MRI scan. Thereís no bleeding.

The right arm shakes aimlessly as SHE transforms into HIS IMAGE while pushing the body away from the driverís seat.

POV From outside truck: Truck turns under the freeway and up the on-ramp.


EXT. SMALL STORE PARKING LOT

SARAH at PHONE-BOOTH in FG. John stands outside CHP car, next to building, in BG. TERMINATOR accelerates CHP-CAR into the lot.

                    SARAH
            Miles Dyson, please.

INTER-CUT: DYSONsí SECRETARY.

                    SECRETARY
            Miles Dysonís office. - Oh yes, Sarah,
            Mr Dyson said he (reading from note)
            took the device in a Ďlead box.í And
            you should meet him at Ďthe ranchí.
            Does that make sense?
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TO SARAH:

                    SARAH
            Yes - Emily, isnít it? (pause) Yes,
            I know. (pause) -you must destroy that
            note and tell no one th-.. Yes,

She looks over to see the TERMINATOR smashing the driverís window of a STATION-WAGON. SARAH finishes her conversation.

                    SARAH
            Go home and stay there - until Miles calls.


INT. STATIONWAGON

As JOHN jumps in, the TERMINATOR pulls down the VISOR. There are no keys. The TERMINATOR looks to John, who shrugs. The TERMINATOR then pulls open the steering-column, as SARAH gets in the back.

                    SARAH
            The cops are all over Cyber-Dyne.


EXT. CYBER-DYNE RESEARCH

Two Detectives roll up at Cyber-Dyne. DET. KIT SAMMS is sandy-haired and ruggedly handsome, his partner, DET. LYLE JOHNSON is strongly built with receding, slicked dark hair.

Three BLACK & WHITES are parked on the otherwise normal drive. Scattered groups converse near-by. A young cop approaches.

                    COP
            Detective Johnson, they think itís
            the Connor Gang...

Both Detectives immediately look at each other.

                    Cop 
            ...The Captain told me to tell you
            personal. - When you got here.

Their expressions twist as they start to exit the vehicle.
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INT. STATIONWAGON

                    SARAH
            Miles put the time-capsule in a lead-
            box and moved it.

                    TERMINATOR
            Vector communication was cut. (turns
            head) Thatís why the Hyperboid used
            a vehicle...

                    JOHN
            And why weíre still alive.

                    TERMINATOR
            ...We must contact Dyson. The Hyperboid
            will attempt to re-acquire the device.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


EXT. FREEWAY

POV: ANGLE DOWN through truck windshield. Hyperboid/GUY is looking in his rear-view to a CHP car, just behind. The CHP turns on its RED-OVERHEADS.

HYPERBOID pulls to the side. Two officers get out of their patrol car. Hyperboid gets out and starts around to the rear.

                    OFFICER
            Hi, we had a report you picked up a
            woman at the scene of an accident...

HYPERBOID/Guy begins to stretch its arms forward and both shoot out, blindingly fast, to vaporize their medullas with two clean spear-holes through the brain stems.

The men start falling as the quickly retracting arms re-join the HYPERBOID which restructures to the just killed ranking officer.

Hyperboid/OFFICER calmly throws both bodies into the truck.

Hyperboidís feet turn into curved GOUGES and its body becomes a girder-shaped CHP Officer which jacks the truck into a gentle roll off the embankment.

Almost instantly regaining human composure, Hyperboid/OFFICER casually climbs into the CHP car and pulls into traffic. Hyperboid reports on the radio, in the Officerís voice.
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                    HYPERBOID/OFFICER
                (on radio)
            Uh-h - subject in witness vehicle, blue
            truck, owner of a Carlson Plumbing
            Contractors - reports only slowing down
            at the accident site.

ZOOM-OUT from right side of HYPERBOID/OFFICERís FACE.

                    HYPERBOID/OFFICER
            The woman report was apparently unfounded.

ZOOM-OUT: Hyperboid is the CHP Officer in upper-body but below windows, it is the featureless, brownish/purple Hyperboid body.

                    HYPERBOID/OFFICER
            Weíre ten ninety-eight.

POV toward left-rear of head: A mechanistic eye appears.

ZOOM OUT TO side of traveling CHP car: Its OVERHEAD LIGHTS go on. BOOM UP as it speeds away.


INT. STATIONWAGON - Eastern LA Basin

                    SARAH
            So the time-capsule and Hyperboid were the
            back-up - in case the liquid-man failed?

                    TERMINATOR
            Correct. (to John) When the device sensed
            you, the homing-vector would bring the
            Hyperboid out of time - to acquire you.

                    JOHN
            So you were my backup?

                    TERMINATOR
            That is one of my mission-parameters.

                    SARAH
                (to the Terminator)
            Weíre to meet Miles at the Dyson ranch.

                    JOHN
            Tarissa isnít there?
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                    TERMINATOR
            Tarissa is Milesí mother?

                    JOHN
            No, Tarissa was Miles Seniorsí second wife.
            Little Danny is Tarissaís. Miles Juniorís mom
            died a long time ago. Miles Junior was away
            at college the night his dad died. (looks in
            back) Now itís Danny whoís in college...

JOHNís voice trails off as he sees her EXPRESSION.

                    SARAH
                (angry)
            I canít believe weíre doiní this again.

Momentary hush.

                    SARAH
            We have to get the weapons from my
            truck, itís outside Cyber-Dyne.

                    JOHN
            So are the cops.

                    TERMINATOR
            So is the Hyperboid.

                    RADIO (BG VO) 
            I-5 is clear-and-moving again. The Sarah
            Connor reports have been discounted...

                    JOHN
            Hey, listen up. (turns up volume)

                    RADIO ANNOUNCER-1 (VO)
            The huge smash-up is still being investigated
            but the California Highway Patrol stated that
            the Connor Gang was not the cause and the
            CHPís own pursuit following a convenience-
            store robbery was not the cause.

                    ANNOUNCER-2 (VO)
                (off-handed chuckle)
            Can you imagine? the Connor gang?!

                    ANNOUNCER-1 (VO)
            Didnít they shoot her up in Portland somewhere?
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JOHN turns it off.

                    JOHN
            (pause) -better avoid the 405.

The TERMINATOR looks up.

QUICK RED SCREEN: Digital ROAD MAP exemplifying the 405 and their present, completely different location.

RETURN:

                    TERMINATOR
            The 405 is behind us.

                    JOHN
            Y-yeah-h...


EXT. NIGHT TIME - SIDE STREET

A TOW-TRUCK has hiked up SARAHís black PICK-UP. While the driver gets in, his slamming door reads: ĎA to Z Towingí, 856 Tannin - 555-5650. Driver revs his engine and pulls off.
                                        ZOOM OUT TO:

The scene was viewed by the Terminator who is HIGH-RES scanning from a distance. He gets back in the car with John and Sarah.

                    TERMINATOR
            856 Tannin.

                    SARAH
                (to John)
            First, we gotta put you in a rent-a-car,
            thereís too many eggs...

They shoot off.

EXT. NIGHT -  BUSY STREET

John comes out of a rental-car agency. He shakes a set of keys and gives the thumbs-up. TERMINATOR and SARAH acknowledge him from the STATIONWAGON across the street and start off.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:
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EXT. NIGHT - QUIET CITY STREET CORNER

TERMINATOR and SARAH observe a corrugated front office with an attached, fenced yard. The TOW-TRUCK, with SARAHís PICK-UP still hiked, sits inside the gate.

A crude SIGN is stuck above the door: Ď856 Tanniní

                    SARAH
            The guns are under the bed-protector.


INTER-CUT FREEWAY: Johnís Rent-a-car moves onto the Interchange.


INT. FRONT OFFICE

SARAH and TERMINATOR enter the springed door. Dirty-glass all around allows a yellowed-view of the street. The same slobby driver sits behind the order-desk.

                    SARAH
            You towed my truck, Iíd like to
            pick it up.

                    DRIVER
            Sure, sixty-two fifty...

Phone rings and driver picks up.

                    DRIVER
            Sure, I can do that tow.

He clicks the phone off and throws down a clip-board.

                    DRIVER
            Ya need to fill this out.

Driver heads to the door.

                    DRIVER
            Iíll be back.

A vague THUMP-THUMP-THUMP of a HELICOPTER begins to gain volume as the driver clears the doorway.

                    SARAH
            Som-me-thingís not right...
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Flashing red lights TRACE WINDOWS and DOORS on the building across the street while the driverís BACK is seen running away outside.

                    TERMINATOR
            Time to go.


EXT. OFFICE - From inside yard

A whole panel of corrugated-steel smashes to the ground. Our pair are outlined in the dust-swirled, shop-light. They bolt to the TOW-TRUCK as bullets start peppering in.


INTER-CUT: EXT. POLICE CAR-POOL

KIT SAMMS and LYLE JOHNSON jump into their unmarked car.

                    KIT
            Thisíll be ĎBy the Bookí, Lyle.

                    LYLE
                (sarcastically)
            Oh sure! - By the Book.


RETURN: EXT. TOW-YARD

The TOW-TRUCK and hiked PICK-UP shoot through the yard in reverse, smashing the fence and reeling in a semi-circle before a SEA of BLINKING COP-CARS that pack both ends of the street and the alley just across.

Without stopping, the TERMINATOR throws it in forward and screeches around and into the alley, blasting the three BLINKING COP-CARS down and through before it.

POV: From the street at the far-end: The TOW-TRUCK is power-jerking the COP-CARS out of the alley and into the street.

The TOW-TRUCK speeds off and the COP-CARS begin chasing. They are joined by a MASSIVE STREAM of police vehicles that fill the street from around the far corner.

TOW-TRUCK fish-tails left, around the coming corner and blasts down the block.
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POV: DRIVERíS VIEW from TOW-TRUCK: COP-CARS converge into the ONCOMING INTERSECTION from BOTH SIDES.

NEW: TOW-TRUCK blasts them APART through the center.

Our gang brodies LEFT through an ALLEY and blasts across the coming street toward a PARKING LOT.

An ATTENDANT waves his arms and DIVES for his life.

TOW-TRUCK heads straight through TWELVE, V-PARKED CARS which blast into the air to either side.

Crazed ATTENDANT is running back, yelling as the ARMADA of BLINKING COP-CARS roar up from behind. ATTENDANT dives again.

TOW-TRUCK brodies LEFT, out of the parking lot.

POV from above intersection: TOW-TRUCK hangs it to their right, out left-FG, as COP-CARS start into the street from the parking lot, back up the block. Other lights advance in the far distance. A HELICOPTER shoots across overhead.

TO: CHOPPER.

                    CHOPPER PILOT
            Theyíre heading along the tracks at Melborne!


INTER-CUT: INT. DET. CAR

Centrifugal-force pulls stress into the racing vehicle.

                    KIT
            Youíre not just executing these people, Lyle.

                    LYLE
            Iím not lettiní them kill any more cops,
            either! - I canít believe your fucking
            attitude over this. They killed all those
            guys in Ď84, they killed Arn, they got bodies
            all over - what in the hell is wrong with you!?

                    KIT
            -Just somethiní about that file-tape of Reese...

CLOSE-UP on KITís EYES and DISSOLVE to FLASHBACK:
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Lyle and Kit reviewing Kyle Reese observation tapes. CU KITís FACE: His eyes show him being effected by Kyleís intense pleading.

PAN TO: MONITOR

                    REESE ON MONITOR
            ďYou still donít get it, do you?
            Heíll find her. Thatís what he does.
            Thatís all he does. (ECHO, and DISSOLVE) Heíll
            wade through you and rip her throat out...Ē


RETURN TO: LYLEíS FACE

                    LYLE
            ...He was a psycho!

                    KIT
            Our job is takiní Ďem in.

LYLE stares forward.

                    LYLE
            Our job is stopping Ďem.

KIT accelerates the car.

                    KIT
                (firmly)
            By the Book, Lyle.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


TOW-TRUCK STREET CHASE

TOW-TRUCK blasts down street and hangs a LEFT toward a TUNNEL under the tracks. The TERMINATOR punches it and does a quick left-right with the wheel to throw the TOW-TRUCK and hiked PICK-UP into a 180 degree spin, rear-end first, into and blocking the tunnel.


INT. TUNNEL

They jump from the TOW-TRUCK as BLINKING COP-CARS roll up outside. TERMINATOR pulls a chain-cutter from the tool-trough and cuts the tension cables.
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                    TERMINATOR
            You drive.
 
She jumps in the PICK-UP. Looking in the rearview, she slams it into gear. Then, realizing her pick-up truck and underground identity are busted, she angrily slaps the wheel with both palms.

                    SARAH
            Fuck! Iíve blown my whole cover!
 
The TERMINATOR jumps in the bed as she blasts the PICK-UP off the TOW-TRUCK and shoots back in reverse.


EXT. OUTSIDE TUNNEL

PICK-UP blasts out the tunnel in a Flying 90 degree turn. Seeing approaching COP-CARS, she continues into a further 180.

The TERMINATOR tosses the BED-PROTECTOR and the COP-CARS screech to avoid it. The GUN-STASH packs a recess in the truck-bed.

The PICK-UP hangs a right and the TERMINATOR is yanked around as he cocks two ARs. He places a couple BURSTS into the tires of the two lead COP-CARS, which shimmy awkwardly to the side.

TWO CHOPPERS fall down upon them. The TERMINATOR exchanges fire while bracing against the cab to protect SARAH, driving inside.

The CHOPPERS are swimming back and forth overhead and firing down while two COP-CARS chase from behind. The TERMINATOR is bounced and jostled as he precision-bursts into the changing targets.

RED SCREEN: A CIRCLE at the center of CROSS-HAIRS moves quickly over the RED SCREEN forming GEOMETRIC LINES to place the TARGETING SEQUENCE on the pursuing choppers and vehicles.

RETURN TO PICK-UP: TERMINATORís arm-servos ZIP as his firing gun-barrels rock up and down.

TRACERS and RICOCHETS fill the FRAME.

The steaming, flat-ridden COP-CARS drop away while broken parts are falling from the choppers. Both search-lights are shot-out and hang, swinging.
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TO: CHOPPER
                    CHOPPER PILOT
                (barking on radio)
            Weíre getting hit!

RETURN: SMOKE is pouring from one CHOPPER, both leave off.

SARAH hangs a LEFT and roars into a neighborhood.

INTER-CUT: DET. CAR rockets up to the neighborhood.

RETURN: SARAH shoots up one street and slows quietly around the corner of another. They calmly whisk into an open garage, in FG.

DETECTIVE CAR flies through the same intersection, in BG.


INT. GARAGE

TERMINATOR closes the door as other cops whiz by.

SARAH is looking over her shoulder at the TERMINATOR.

                    SARAH
            Is it OK?

The TERMINATOR gives the thumbs up. She turns around with a sigh.

                    SARAH
            Whew!

She looks through the windshield. Stairs disappear up to the next story. SARAH gets out.

                    SARAH
            We gotta risk a call...

TIGHT ON: Her FINGER-IMPRESSIONS in the upholstery MOVE SLOWLY OUT - with a slight CRINKLING SOUND.


INT. RESIDENTIAL HOUSE

SARAHís face pokes around the door into a darkened kitchen. A TV is playing in another room. They cautiously advance.
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FRONT LIVING ROOM

An old couple watches TV as our duo enters the room.

                    OLD MAN
            - W-ho-o are you?

OLD LADY swings her head around.

                    OLD LADY
            Oh, my God!

                    OLD MAN
            Who are you, - what do you want?

                    SARAH
                (nicely)
            Weíve had car trouble and need to use a phone.

                    OLD MAN
                (befuddled)
            Well, what are you doing in here!?

                    OLD LADY
                (cuts in)
            Itís OK Frank, theyíve had car trouble.
            Itís OK, come in. Come on in, kids.

                    FRANK
            Whatís OK!? - They canít just come-...

                    OLD LADY
                (to Frank)
            Itís fine! - Come in, come in, weíre
            happy to help, - the phoneís Ďround
            the corner (motions to the hall).
            - Tell me, what are your names?

                    SARAH
            Hi, thank you so much, Iím Sarah, and
            this - is - Bob. Weíre awfully sorry
            to just bump in on you like this - we
            thought no one was home...

                    OLD LADY
            Oh thatís fine, dear. My name is
            Mildred - ĎMillieí and this is Frank.

Frank swings his head around in confused frustration.
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                    FRANK
            I - I donít know you.

                    MILLIE
            Itís OK, Frank, theyíve just had car
            trouble - watch TV, theyíre just going
            to use the phone. Theyíll be gone soon.
            (to Sarah) Where are you kids from?

                    SARAH
            Northern California...

The Terminator hands her an old cord-phone. SARAH starts dialing.

                    SARAH
            We had an over-heating problem just
            outside, and when we...

SARAH holds her fingers up, listening.

                    SARAH
            Miles! Weíve had some problems...

Her conversation becomes involved and MILLIE leans to the TERMINATOR, brightening up.

                    MILLIE
            My! - Youíre a big one!

The TERMINATOR stares for a second and goes over to the window as flashing lights are reflecting from the passing cops outside. Sarah gets off the phone.

                    SARAH
            Miles is at Tarissaís. We have to go
            over there.

                    MILLIE
            Would you kids like some hot-chocolate
            while youíre waiting?

                    SARAH
            We really have to go...

                    MILLIE
            Oh, non-sense. You have to wait for
            your car to cool down and a little
            cocoa would be good.
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                    TERMINATOR
            We should wait - a while longer.

                    SARAH
                (turning to MILLIE)
            Well, - Ok.

MILLIE has a cane and starts to rise.

                    SARAH
            Oh, I can do it.

MILLIE will get up regardless and the TERMINATOR goes to help.

                    MILLIE
                (gushes)
            Oh, thank you. You are a strong one!
                (feeling his forearm)

She heads to the kitchen with Sarah.

                    MILLIE
            I know where everything is...

The Terminator sits opposite Frank and the two stare at each other.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


INT. KITCHEN

The cocoa can sits open on the counter while Sarah pours chocolate. She joins MILLIE at the breakfast table with two cups.

                    SARAH
            Itís been quite a while since I made chocolate.

                    MILLIE
            Your Bob is such a big man...
 
                    SARAH
                (trying to be nice)
            Yes, - very strong.
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                    MILLIE
                (excitedly)
            O-oh, young men! (she leans mischievously
            to Sarah) You know honey, a man like this -
            could be a girlís best friend... - you donít
            ever - (?) -- no, donít mind me...

                    SARAH
                (smiling)
            Heís my brother.

                    MILLIE
            Oh! (titillated giggle) ĎBrother Bobí
            - heís very unusual.

                    SARAH
            Yes, heís..

                    MILLIE
            Dear -

Sarah stops.

                    MILLIE
            Do you kids need another car?

Sarah looks shocked.

                    MILLIE
            The police are probably looking for
            whatever you were driving.

Sarah tries to talk but nothing comes out.

                    MILLIE
            I know who you are, dear, I recognized
            you the minute you came in! - I get
            the ĎStar-Globeí at the supermarket.
            I know all about you!

Millie pulls a handful of tabloids from a stack.

                    MILLIE
            Iíve kept up on all your exploits!
            (whispers) I always believed you.

SARAH places her words carefully.
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                    SARAH
            Millie, - what we are doing - is important...

                    MILLIE
            Oh, I know darling.

TERMINATOR surprises them from the door.

                    TERMINATOR
            Yes (pause) we do need another car.

                    MILLIE
            Well, we have one! - An old one.

                    SARAH
            Are you sure about this?

                    MILLIE
            This is the most exciting thing thatís
            ever happened to me. (to the Terminator)
            Youíre a robot, arenít you?

                    TERMINATOR
            Cyborg. Cyber-Dyne Systems Model 101.
            Cybernetic hyper-alloy combat chassis,
            organic-material combination...

TERMINATOR pulls the flesh on his arm, revealing the stark silhouette of his servos - which he proudly moves back and forth.

                    TERMINATOR
            ...My endo-skeleton-...

                    SARAH
                (cutting him off)
            I have a two year old 4 x 4, in
            excellent condition. With air.

                    MILLIE
            Youíre proposing a trade!

                    SARAH
            ...It does have a few bullet holes. (quick
            pause) But you could get them fixed...
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                    MILLIE
            Oh, I would never have them fixed -
            (excited) I always wanted a car with
            bullet holes! (pause) Itís so exciting!
            I havenít had this much fun in years!

                    SARAH
                (blankly)
            Itís black.


INT. DET CAR - NEARBY CONVENIENCE STORE

LYLE sets two coffees on the dash while glaring at KIT.

                    LYLE
            Weíve been through it all in seven
            years, buddy - youíre the best God
            damn cop I know, but if you canít
            perform the job, you best take a leave.

                    KIT
                (calmly)
            You canít be killing for revenge...

                    LYLE
            Theyíre cop-killers!

                    KIT
            This is about Arny.

                    LYLE
            Youíre God damn right itís about Arny!
            And all the other cops that night -
            And their families. I just donít get
            it with you! Arny taught me everything
            I know - I half-raised his kids...

                    KIT
            It canít get this personal, Lyle...

                    LYLE
            Well, it is Kit. - It fucking is. - And
            if they even blink, Iím dropping Ďem
            - and thatís it. - You get that!?

                                    DISSOLVE TO:
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EXT. ROAD-SIDE GAS-STATION/STORE

John rolls up and swings around by the payphone.


INT. OREGON HOME

Phone is ringing. Calle picks up.

                    CALLE
                (frightful worry)
            Oh John! Are you all right?! That was
            the biggest wreck in LA history - when
            they said the Connor Gang...

TO: JOHN

                    JOHN
            Cal, Iím fine, I canít talk. -Cal, listen!
            - I canít talk, I donít have time but (voice
            becomes tender) - I just had to hear your
                voice...

CUT TO: CALLE stops in mid-sentence as she fearfully listens.

RETURN: JOHN

                    JOHN
            Cal, - you know, Iíd really like to lie to ya
            right now -(nervous laugh) - but you and Matt
            gotta get out of there... - Calle... -Calle,
            listen! - Since I gotta tell the truth - aní
            everything, I guess I gotta tell ya why.
            - Uh-h, do you remember the Terminators I
            told you about? - Ok - now - donít get upset...


INT. MILLIESí - DINING ROOM

Papers are spread before SARAH and MILLIE.

                    SARAH
            Kyle Reese... was a hero - the most
            giving man I ever knew. Just one, -
            among a whole future of heroes. All
            of them, - all of them, - gave their
            lives...  their whole living lives -
            for us. So that we can have this world.
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MILLIE reaches for Sarahís hand.

                    SARAH
            Kyle had fallen in love - from my picture.
            (showing) - It was taken in Mexico after he
            died, -when I was pregnant with John. - He
            said he had always wondered what I was
            thinking at that moment... (SARAHís eyes
            glance up) ...I was thinking of him.

The TERMINATOR enters.

                    TERMINATOR
            Everything is moved to the new car.

                    SARAH
            Iíll call Miles.
 
                    MILLIE
                (daubs tears)
            Iíve thought you should be wearing my
            old hat and Frankís fedora, here -
            (laughs loudly) Theyíre silly! -but
            you would be safer - in our car...

SARAH smiles and takes the two hats.

                    SARAH
            You canít drive the truck for several
            days, (apologetic whisper) Itís too hot!

                    MILLIE
            Oh, Frank walks to the store anyway.
            Itís just two blocks.

As they rise, MILLIE is frightened.

                    MILLIE
            You could stay Ďtil morning  -

                    SARAH
            No, we have to go...

                    MILLIE
                (worried)
            All right, now - take this cocoa along,
            itís nice and hot.

She hands a thermos to SARAH.
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                    SARAH
            Millie...

Smiling, MILLIE holds her hand up - (no need for words).

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


EXT. ROADSIDE PAYPHONE

                    JOHN
                (tenderly)
            Cal, I love you so much-

TO: CALLE

                    CALLE
                (crying and pleading)
            John! Just come back! Please, Oh please...

RETURN: JOHN

                    JOHN
            Calle, I canít phone anymore and you gotta
            go from there. This thing could tap into the
            phone lines, it could find you. And we donít
            know where this thing is.


EXT. MILLIEíS HOUSE

They climb in a clean, 1987 SEDAN, the Terminator in wide-brimmed FEDORA, Sarah in black, Ď50s FACE-NET. The clear plastic seat-covers make CRINKLING sounds as SARAH settles in. She points to a police scanner that sits on the dash.

                    SARAH
            ...plugged in?

                    TERMINATOR
            It is operational.

They drive off.


INT. SEDAN

                    TERMINATOR
            Where is the device?
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                    SARAH
            Miles wouldnít say - but heís recorded
            the DATA and is studying it.

                    TERMINATOR
            It must be destroyed.

                    SARAH
            Heís gonna meet us, get to the freeway.

                                        DISSOLVE TO:


BIG BLOCK LETTERS tick across the DET. CAR COMPUTER SCREEN:

            ďSARAH J CONNOR, AKA: SARAH J REESE...Ē

                     KIT (OC)
            Itís the truck registration check.

NEW ANGLE: KITís FACE.

                    KIT
            ...Sheís been liviní on Bald Mountain.

FOCUS ON LYLEís FACE in BG: LYLE squints.

NEW: The Ď87 SEDAN arrives and pulls out from the cross-street.

RETURN: Lyle focuses on the plainly visible blonde-hair pulled tightly under the Ď50s NET and moving slowly against shadow of the TERMINATORís dark FEDORA.

Staring forward, he quickly raps KIT in the chest.

                    LYLE
            This doesnít look right.

KIT starts the car and they pull out. LYLE calls on the radio.

                    LYLE
            License check, Ď87 Buick Regal - tan...

                    KIT
            There are two occupants.

                    LYLE  
            Chr-rist -letís see where they take us.
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POV: SEDAN leaves-off, down the dark highway. DET CAR follows.


EXT. POSH NEIGHBORHOOD

SEDAN arrives at a sweeping cul-de-sac where DYSON approaches from the walk. He talks to Sarah at the passenger window.

                    DYSON
            Youíre sure you werenít followed?

                    SARAH
                (points to scanner)
            Perfectly.

                    DYSON
            The cops use more than one frequency, ya know...

DYSON lowers his head to look in.

                    DYSON
             - Iím Miles.

The TERMINATOR is stone. DYSONís eyebrow raises as he apprehensively gets in the back.

                    DYSON
            Go to Cyber-Dyneís ĎEí parking lot. (to
            Sarah) I mean, followed by that thing.

                    SARAH
            The ĎHyperboid.í

DYSON stares uneasily at the Terminator while talking.

                    DYSON
            I knew itíd come back - it tore up the offices
            and main lab. - But I purged the computers.
            -I donít want that thing anywhere near me.

Dyson leans back, crinkling. Frowning, he then rubs the plastic.

                    SARAH
            Itís not exactly a Ďthing.í

CLOSE-UP ON: DYSONís apprehensive EXPRESSION.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:
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INT. JOHNís RENTAL CAR

John looks up at a CARVED WOODEN SIGN before a darkened drive.

            CARVED WOODEN SIGN:
                Dyson Ranchero

John drives in.


INT. SEDAN

                    TERMINATOR
            It was re-adjusting its body to
            avoid weapon-hits and damage...

                    DYSON
            But that should slow it up, regardless.
            - After all, itís still only a
            computer-with-legs, isnít it?

Mildly insulted, the TERMINATOR glances to the rear-view.

                    DYSON 
            I mean..., when itís here in our time.

                    TERMINATOR
            Yes, the more tasks it must perform,
            the more its efficiency is reduced.

                    SARAH
                (bottom-lines)
            The more we hit it, the slower it gets.
 
                                    DISSOLVE TO:


INT. OREGON HOME

Calle glares at the phone. Matt paces in the BG.

                    CALLE
            Iím going down there.

                    MATT
            Cal, No!
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                    CALLE
            I know where that ranch is and Iím going
            down there. You can come if you want.

She jumps into action.

                    MATT
            Fuck!!


EXT. ďEĒ PARKING LOT

SEDAN arrives in a large, empty parking area and heads around the buildings-access drive. DYSON sits forward.

                    DYSON
            You donít believe any of this Ďtil you see it.
            Iím sure glad my little brotherís not here.

They stop between buildings and walk to the rear of the SEDAN.

ON: TERMINATOR and SARAH obtain multiple weapons from the trunk and sling them on their shoulders. The three start down the drive.

                                        ZOOM OUT:

Scene was viewed through the windshield of the DETECTIVE CAR.

KIT backs DET. CAR out of view while LYLE whispers into the MIC.

                    LYLE
            Need assistance. One eighty-seven suspects,
            Sarah Connor and accomplices, Cyber-Dyne
            Research facility, between Industry Way
            and the ĎEí parking along Champion Drive.
            No code-three, no code-three. There are
            other suspects - approach with no lights.

Both climb out into the night.


INT. SEDAN: The body-impressions in the upholstery swell out.

When our trio rounds the far corner, the seat-covers show EGG-SIZED GLOBULES growing outwardly from the surface.
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EXT. CYBER-DYNE GROUNDS

The Detectives jog swiftly between buildings. They draw their weapons and KIT points LYLE to the back.

                    KIT
            Iíll go through the front.

They split apart, Lyle heads around back.


INT. BUILDING

The three enter the outer offices of a large shop-building.

                    DYSON
            Iím telling you, this thing canít be just
            after the device. I havenít got it all yet
            but the DATA keeps talking about getting
            John or protecting John, - always John...


EXT. BUILDING FRONT

KIT cautiously enters the front door and slips down the hall, following the echoing discussion within.


EXT. ACCESS DRIVE

ANGLE ON: Echoing HIGH-HEELS & CALVES of walking female, silhouetted against the shining asphalt.

TO: Lyle creeping between buildings. He stops up.

ON: LYLEís EXPRESSION as he sees the beautiful woman.


INT. WORKSHOP BUILDING

Dyson unlocks the last door and the trio enters the large shop. Dyson is edgy about destroying the device.

                    DYSON
            John is the target - one of them, anyway.

                    SARAH
            The Hyperboid wants the device. It
            allows it to re-build Skynet.
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                    DYSON
            I know, thatís what you said, but
            it wants John just as much. It left the
            device and chased you all the way up the
            freeway didnít it? There must be a reason.

Sarah puzzles.

                    TERMINATOR
            The Hyperboidís mission is to recreate Skynet,
            here in this time. It needs the fail-safe
            device to accomplish that. We must destroy it.

                    DYSON
            This is not wise, thereís so much we
            donít know. We might need it.

DYSON pulls the oblong-box from under a bench.

                    DYSON
            Itís here. Iíve recorded all the DATA...

He slams loose the locking-mechanism and its latches click open. SARAH cocks her weapon.

                    KIT (OC)
            Police! Donít move. - Youíre surrounded!
            Just relax - donít move a muscle...

Everyone looks at Kit pointing his raised gun. SARAH turns back.

                    SARAH
                (calmly)
            Open it.

The lid is lifted and the whirling MARVEL sits revealed.

ANGLE ON: KITís surprised expression as he focuses down.

NEW: The far door blasts VIOLENTLY APART and everyone looks.

The purplish, smooth-featured TASMANIAN/HYPERBOID is re-setting its stance. Only the EIGHT LIQUID SPIDERís EYEs are defined.

SARAH raises her gun to the device but an arm rockets across to cleave it, the barrel in her left, the breach in her right.

ON HYPERBOID: Itís pole-like ARM retracts into the distant creature. A BLINDING SHEET of LIGHT instantly expands to the FG.
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KA-BAM! TERMINATOR and DYSON are propelled backwards from the impact as the TASMANIAN/HYPERBOID grabs the box and continues on a dead run.

SARAH pulls an AR off her shoulder.

ON: KITís face goes slack.

SARAH shoots SANDY SPLATS into the HYPERBOIDís BACK as it vaults the counters like a monkey and explodes out the high window. 

                    KIT
                (aghast)
            Itís real!

EXT. SHOP

POV: looking up under window: Glass explodes out as the HYPERBOID jumps through.

In fearful surprise, LYLE jabs his weapon skyward.

RETURN: INT. SHOP

SARAH sprints through the shop and springs in a stride onto the wall-bench, blasting the fleeing Hyperboid through the window.

EXT. SHOP

LYLE jabs his weapon back into the air, then awkwardly flips his aim between the fleeing Hyperboid and the firing gun above.

RETURN: INT. SHOP

The TERMINATOR, DYSON and KIT are running toward the back.

                    SARAH
                (yelling to the TERMINATOR)
            Go!

The TERMINATOR slams the rear-door out.

SMASH-CUT: The rear-door slams violently open, throwing LYLE into the dark.

TERMINATOR machine-runs for the HYPERBOID, stopped at the SEDAN.

BLACK-STRIPs appear on the HYPERBOIDís FINGERS. One swipe and a foot-wide band of the HOOD and ENGINE-BLOCK evaporate.
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ON: Red-heat disappears quickly from the cleanly cut edges.

The HYPERBOID thumps off into the dark.

The others run up.

                    KIT
                (excited)
            What in the hell is it?

                    DYSON
            Our future.

KIT looks at the engine-block with an open mouth. SARAH is pulling the scanner from the dash.

                    KIT
            This is real.

                    TERMINATOR
            We must get to the ranch.

                    DYSON
            The car-pool is just across the grounds.

The TERMINATOR starts running. DYSON and SARAH look questioning as they start with him.

KIT looks vainly around. There is no one. He glances to the engine-block and then springs in an excited jump of indecision.

He skips into a run after them.

                    KIT
            Ah-oh-h sh-hit!

They run to a three-story, open-ramped brick and concrete parking garage. DYSON is trying to get his KEYS when the TERMINATOR smashes the door down. KIT calls to SARAH. 

                    KIT
            I didnít believe you!

As they run up the echoing stair-case, SARAH calls back.

                    SARAH
            Now what are you going to do!?
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She slams a gun into Dysonís hands. He accepts it like a gift of rotten fruit.

They appear on the stair-head.

                    KIT
            Iím Samms, Detective Samms.

A THUMP - THUMP - THUMP out the view-port brings them to see the Hyperboid, without the box, chunking in across the lawn.

The TERMINATOR, SARAH and DYSON start firing as it springs onto the side of the building. Impacts distort its body and impede its climb. KIT also starts firing.

The TERMINATOR runs to the back while SARAH, KIT and DYSON hang over the precipice, blasting with their weapons.

The Hyperboid is being smeared into the wall, boiling from the hits. It liquidly tries to creep around the bullet sprays but Sarahís fire melts it back it like a sand-blaster.

                    KIT
            I canít believe this!!

The TERMINATOR screeches a car sideways and Sarah bolts into the open door.

                    SARAH
                (screaming)
            Come on!

KIT dives in the back.

Hyperboid climbs through the view-port and chases right up to them but Dyson suddenly knocks it back with a barrage of fire.

The car brodies in a semi-circle to a momentary halt as Sarah dives in the back, swinging open the left rear.

The Hyperboid battles through the impacts against Dysonís fire.

                    SARAH
                (screaming)
            Miles!!!

The elevator behind him chimes and its doors start to close.
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The TERMINATOR screeches the car around toward the ramp as Dyson dives in the closing elevator. The Hyperboid rips open the ELEVATOR DOORS and TEARS UP the DESCENDING ROOF like a MAD DOG.

TO: As Kit climbs in the front, his tense-expression changes at this new proximity with the Terminator.

NEW: The ramp rises as their car descends, obscuring the view.

                    SARAH
                (empty)
            Miles...

Their car is banging walls, fish-tailing down the spiralling drive-ramp.

It blasts through the locked drop-fence, at the bottom, dragging the coiled and sparking fence as they careen into the street.


POV: UP OPEN SPIRAL DRIVE-RAMP: Hyperboid drops three-stories, down the center of the drive-ramp, like a long strand of dribble and shoots into the slick basement like an enraged lion.

Its quarry is rocketing to the right outside. Pillars seem to move sideways as the Tasmanian/Hyperboid bangs across cars, blasting over the wall and into the night air.

NEW ANGLE: EXT. STREET - POV toward garage: Hyperboid blasts to the street in a blur, piston-bounding at scary speed for the quarry-car, several blocks up.

Quarry-car skids into a radical-left before blinking cop-cars approaching in the distance.

Cheetah-mode Hyperboid shoots its immediate left, as well, BANKING THE TURN against the corner HIGH-RISE.

SMASH-CUT: Burly beer-drinker stands by TV when the HYPERBOID rockets across his window. Glass explodes all over.

                    BURLY
            Who-oe!!!

POV from outside: BURLY jams his head out window.
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Hyperboid rockets between rear-facing apartments, blasting through a GARDEN, FENCING, KIDís PLAYGROUND, STRUNG-LAUNDRY, RACKED BICYCLES, - then crumples an AUTO to vault the freeway and splatter on a speeding car like a huge wad of bubble-gum.

The car is jerking to stabilize while the Terminator, Kit and Sarah are seen reeling and screeching into the moving sea of autos and lights about 100 yards up.

Hyperboid starts rocketing over cars.

POV FROM ABOVE: Hyperboid approaches a gap in cars and throws ROPE-ARM and CLAMP into the air.

NEW POV: from intervening CAR: ROPE-ARM & CLAMP come down with a BANG and the Hyperboid yanks itself up through the air.

WHOMP! - Intervening CAR destabilizes and tumbles.

The Hyperboid rolls up and onto the next car, scrambling forward. It runs across the next two speeding cars and stands erect - looking around. The TERMINATOR, KIT and SARAH are gone.

The lone-standing figure is swept away on the current of fast-moving traffic.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


EXT. CYBER-DYNE SHOP BUILDING

LYLE sits on a bench along an outside walk. Light pours from the open rear-door of the shop. Cops are everywhere. The Captain stands over him.

LYLE swings his head over toward the SEDAN.

                    LYLE
                (in shock)
            Kitís gone - ?

                    CAPTAIN
            Youíve had a pretty bad bump, kiddo. You
            just relax, weíre gonna get you X-rayed.


EXT. DARK ALLEY

The TERMINATOR, KIT and SARAH swing quietly into a dark alley.
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INT. CAR

                    KIT
            OK, so this is not the shooter in
            the police sub-station, this is one
            of two Ďtwinsí, of the same model?

                    TERMINATOR
            Cyber-Dyne Systems Model 101.

                    SARAH
            They were sent as protectors.

                    KIT
                (staring)
            ...Model 101. - And Skynet sent other
            Terminators and a Fail-Safe?

                    TERMINATOR
            Skynet sent a liquid Terminator, and
            in-case it failed, - a fail-safe device.

                    KIT
            A kind of time-buoy, this ĎHyperboidí homes
            in on?

                    TERMINATOR
            Correct. And triangulates travel. The device
            is the Hyperboidís only reference to this time.

                    KIT
            And the Hyperboid can just run through stuff?

                    SARAH
            Like a kid through play-balls at the fun-park.

KIT straightens.

                    KIT
            ...Do you realize how important this is?
            We need to get our best minds on this.
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                    SARAH
            Oh sure, weíll get grants and write
            proposals, and put it up for a vote.

                    TERMINATOR
            Yes, your communications and decision
            process takes time. (looks around)
            (CU: TERMINATORíS FACE) You donít have it.

KIT stares - then sits slowly back as the Terminator gets out.


EXT. DARK ALLEY

The TERMINATOR, in FG, breaks into a NEW CAR while SARAH and KIT approach from the old one.


INT. NEW CAR

                    SARAH
            Tarissaís family has been brought
            such pain. - Now Miles Junior is gone...

Her brow curls as she places both hands on the dash, staring in thought. The car starts forward.

Sarah returns to business.

                    SARAH
            Whatís your intention, Samms?

                    KIT
            Kit, Kit Samms.
 
                    SARAH
            ...Kit?

ON: KITís twisting expression.

                    KIT
            - Did anyone see my partner?

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


EXT. OREGON ON-RAMP - NIGHT

Calle and Mattís car screeches onto the freeway.

                    MATT
            Jesus, Calle - we could get killed!
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                    CALLE
            John could get killed. Iím not going to
            lose him.

                    MATT
                (fearfully shaking head)
            Cal, this is so nuts.


EXT. STREET

The Terminator, Kit and Sarah pull up across from Hertz.


INT. CAR

                    SARAH
            Stop here.

SARAH gets out and KIT follows.


EXT. STREET

                    KIT
            You know, a copís whole job is to
            straighten out the good guys from the
            bad, thatís the whole job, really. Thereís
            always good guys and bad guys. But this?
            What kin-a - what kinda future is this?

                    SARAH
            A future that ended when we blew
            Cyber-Dyne North.

                    KIT
            That was where Miles Dyson Senior died.

                    SARAH
            Yes, ...the police shot him.

                    KIT
            They didnít know who he was...

                    SARAH
            They shouldíve.
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                    KIT 
            That police work was exemplary. The
            best. They were up against terrorists.
            - You know, Sarah, cops Ďre only human.

SARAH stops before entering Hertz.

                    SARAH
            Just how much do you know about us?

                    KIT
            I know your whole file. My partner
            and I have your case.

                    SARAH
            Well, - Kit, - the enemy here is not
            human. And if it wins, - there wonít
            be any humans. At all. - I have no
            trouble seeing the bad guys.

She leaves his empty stare, but he quickly stops her.

                    KIT
            All your IDs are compromised, Sarah
            Cunningham, Foster. Macelyn Roberts, the
            Reese names, Davis. Everything. (purses lip)
            I can rent on my sisterís business account.

SARAH stares into his eyes. KIT nods a confident ĎOKí.
They enter the doors.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


EXT. DYSON RANCH-HOUSE

Smoke slides from a chimney into the starry night. We slowly ZOOM IN past the parked rentals toward a dimly-lit curtain.


INT. DYSON RANCH-HOUSE

A fire burns in the stone-hearth of its sunken living room. Smooth hardwood floors stretch under Indian rugs and the matching furniture of this warm, redwood and mahogany country home.
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SARAH is sternly demanding.

                    SARAH
                (to the TERMINATOR)
            Weíre not hearing everything - just
            how many ways are there to prevent
            Skynet from being created?

The Terminator sits like stone.

                    SARAH
            Why is this thing still after us? - You
            know, ďwhatís wrong with this picture?!Ē

                    JOHN
            Yeah, if all it needed was the device, why
            doesnít it just go ahead and create Skynet?

Expressionless, the TERMINATOR lifts his head and begins to speak.

                    OFF-CAMERA voice:
            Because it needs you, John.

All eyes look to see DYSON standing in the elevated entrance. TARISSA stands behind him.

                    SARAH
            I thought you were dead!

DYSON strides in, while KIT nods to Tarissa.

                    DYSON
            So did I (waving off Sarahís concern).
            Your friend here, didnít want to tell
            you. (to the Terminator) - Did you?

Sarah nods to Tarissa but looks questioningly at Dyson.

                    JOHN
            What do you mean, it needs me?

                    DYSON
                (to John)
            The Hyperboid needs you. Or rather, your
            blood. - It really doesnít need you, per
            se. (to the Terminator) Why didnít you tell us?

TERMINATOR sits blankly under Dysonís glare.
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                    JOHN
            What do you mean, Ďmy bloodí?

                    DYSON
            Your blood - (then somberly to SARAH)
            a very unique blood.

Intuition grows fear into SARAHís eyes.

                    DYSON
                (to SARAH)
            The most unique blood in all of history.

                    SARAH
                (demanding)
            What are you saying?

DYSON offers a hand.

                    DYSON
            Sarah...

                    SARAH
                (refusing)
            No! - What are you saying?

Dysonís voice settles.

                    DYSON
            John has the most unique blood in history
            because his father was the most unique man.

ON: KITís eyes sharpen.

                    SARAH
                (alarmed)
            What do you mean - what are you
            talking about?!

DYSON turns to everyone.

                    DYSON
            The Device-DATA was for the neural-net chip,
            I cracked the code using my dadís old algo-
            rithms. I know the secrets! - (louder, to the
            Terminator) not that he couldnít have told us.
_______________________________________________________________________________________


                    SARAH
                (angry)
            Wh-...

DYSON raises his hand to silence everyone.

                    DYSON
                (loudly)
            The DATA... (quieter) ...kept talking
            about the ĎT-2000.í -The T-2000 this,
            the T-2000 that. But then it was Kyle
            Reese. - Kyle Reese this, Kyle Rees-...

                    SARAH
                (gutturally)
            What are you saying?

                    DYSON
            Kyle Reese, Johnís father, - was a synthetic.

SARAH begins to shake.

                    SARAH
            No! - No-o!

                    DYSON
            - Created by Skynet as a secret weapon.

                    SARAH
            He was a man! - Kyle was the finest
            man I ever knew - or ever heard of...

                    DYSON
            The perfect synthetic human.

                    SARAH
            Itís a lie!!

                    DYSON
            He didnít know! - John, in the future,
            stole him from Skynet before he could
            be programmed. He grew up as a human...

Sarahís mouth hangs open.

                    SARAH
                (wide-eyed and empty)
            N-o...
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                    DYSON
            -thatís what the war was all about - was
            really all about - trying to get him back.

John crumples to a chair.

                    DYSON
            Reeseís blood held the secret to Skynetís
            power. Skynet had to get him back.

                    TERMINATOR helps:
            The T-2000 was created in case the
            humans might win the war of the future
            - as a fail-safe. Strung through the
            DNA helix was the secret code that
            held the construction plans for
            re-creating Skynet and the Lattice.

SARAHís knees give way and DYSON helps her to a chair.

                    JOHN
            The Lattice?

                    DYSON
                (while seating Sarah)
            Skynet was essentially, many brains on
            one brain-stem. It was a kind of Poly-Nodal
            connection they    called, ďThe Lattice.Ē - It
            was this Lattice-connection that gave Skynet
            its genius.

                    TERMINATOR
            Yes, it was not just the chips, otherwise I
            would have that power. It was the symmetry
            of multiple-brains. - The Lattice:
            - perfect genius, the ultimate power.

                    SARAH
            Wait, what are you saying, that John
            isnít human?

                    DYSON
            No, heís perfectly human... (then
            to John) ...just half synthetic.

Johnís eyes are opening wide as he looks at his hands.

                    DYSON
            -The only one of his kind.
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SARAH is in shock while Tarissa consoles.

                    SARAH
            So John, in the future - stole T-2000
            - and raised him as Kyle Reese!?
            Then sent him back for me - to meet?...

                    DYSON
                (setting up his lap-top)
            ...And install the genetics into
            human life.

                    SARAH
                (glaring)
            - Install the genetics. - Into my son -?

                    DYSON
            Into the human side - whom else would
            he choose?

                    JOHN
            Wait, I must be normal, I couldnít
            have been born - I couldnít live, if
            my genes werenít right.

                    DYSON
            Oh, youíre normal. Itís like this...

DNA HELIX, in multiple color-codes, flashes onto the LAP-TOP.

                    DYSON
            Thereís an extra set of molecules attached
            in your fatherís DNA (pointing to LAP-TOP
            IMAGE). These hold the code-atoms with the
            Skynet re-construction plans.

LAP-TOP: Knotted-colors descend through the helix center.

                    DYSON
            John, your DNA will have this code
            split like a mirror. Still perfectly
            usable to re-construct Skynet. - But
            thereís something Skynet didnít plan...

ANGLE: KIT looks up from the LAP-TOP.

INTER-CUT: TERMINATORís EYES re-adjust.
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                    DYSON
                (searching Johnís face)
            These binders - (waves fingers to IMAGE) are
            the LATTICE SEQUENCING. (makes motions with
            hand) Itís the only way this whole scheme
            would work, the only way it could be setup...

                    JOHN
             - So?

DYSON pauses.

                    DYSON
            It will manifest the Lattice - IN YOUR CHILDREN.

DYSONís eyes are shining into JOHNís.

                    TERMINATOR
            Are you sure of this?

Without replying, DYSON grabs JOHNís arms.

                    DYSON
            Skynet never planned that the T-2000 might
            reproduce. - John, - you are half-synthetic,
            really - self-created (pause) but thatís
            nothing - nothing. - This LATTICE CODE in
            your DNA, itís...  ...the key to evolution.
            To human evolution.

JOHNís head is bobbing.

                    DYSON
            - Your sons and daughters - will have
            genius like Skynet. - But theyíll be human.

SLOWLY ZOOM ON JOHN and DYSON.

                    JOHN
                (incredulous)
            Multiple-brained?

                    DYSON
            - The Lattice, John... the Lattice will spread
            to everyone. (Points to knotted-color) These
            Lattice Binders latch as the DOMINANT HUMAN
            GENE-SET. Through your children, it will
            spread throughout humanity. Through the
            whole human gene pool...
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John is reeling. DYSON straightens.

                    DYSON
            This is why the Hyperboid MUST kill you.
            -After it gets your blood - it must!

Dyson searches Johnís stupefied expression.

                    TERMINATOR
            If John lives to reproduce, Skynet wonít matter.

                    DYSON
                (eyes on John)
            All the Skynets in the world wouldnít matter!
            This is what the game is really about. If
            you live, human-beings themselves, change...

                    TERMINATOR
                (dryly)
            If Skynet wins, human history will end.

                    DYSON
            Yes, - it all focuses on what we do.

SLOW ZOOM ON SARAHís CRAZED EXPRESSION: Tear-streaked and shaking, she looks as though peering into the pit of Satanís own soul.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


EXT. STREET - CYBER-DYNE GROUNDS - NIGHTTIME

HYPERBOID/OFFICER walks on a dark sidewalk carrying the OBLONG BOX. He stops as headlights snake through the oncoming drive.

HYPERBOID/OFFICER places the OBLONG BOX on end and loops over the top of it, becoming a POSTAL LETTER-BOX.

The slowly passing vehicle is a COP-CAR which shines its search-beam on the HYPERBOID/POST-BOX - then quickly searches about the surrounding area, while rolling by.


INT. RANCH HOUSE - DINING TABLE

DYSON is in the kitchen, chefing a night-time breakfast. The others are seated as JOHN brings food.
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JOHN and DYSON are in elevated moods.

                    DYSON
                (smiling)
            ...it cut the cables and ripped open the top.

                    JOHN
                (joking)
            Yeah, those Terminators like teariní
            up elevators for some reason.

                    TARISSA
                (to Dyson)
            What happened?

                    DYSON
            The Hyperboid just left off. (smiling to
            Sarah) Iím sorry, but I was so-o glad!

                    SARAH
                (concerned)
            I thought it had you.

                    KIT
            Yeah, it looked bad.

NEW: ON TARISSA

                    TARISSA
            So, Kit, what are you going to do
            about your partner?

                    KIT
            Well, I gotta find out if heís OK - but right
            now, Iím a rebí cop. Iíve crossed the line.

                    SARAH
            They donít know that.

                    KIT
            I know. - But I gotta find out about Lyle.

                    DYSON
                (joking to the Terminator)
            -You donít want eggs?

John smiles. The Terminatorís head raises.
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                    TERMINATOR
            We need to locate the device.

Everyone falls silent. The only sound is DYSON serving.

                    TARISSA
                (quietly)
            When will this end?

(pause)

                    SARAH
            When we end it.

DYSON enters with his plate.

                    DYSON
            Ok, we have three elements, John, the
            Hyperboid and the Fail-safe device.
            We need John.

                    SARAH
            We destroy the device. -We destroy
            the device, we destroy Skynet.

                    KIT
            I agree.

SARAHís EYEs glance to KIT. DYSON goes to get something.

                    KIT
            The Hyperboid uses it to get here, right?

                    JOHN
            Yeah. - Talk about evil spirits!

SARAH lights a cigarette.

                    KIT
                (shaking head)
            ...That thing can come from anywhere.

DYSON returns with a desktop-sized radio and plugs it in. JOHN raises his brow about SARAHís cigarette and she jams it out.

                    DYSON
                (looking at the radio panel)
            Yeah, weíll have to fight the Hyperboid.
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                    JOHN
            Why - if we destroy the device itís all
            over, right? It canít get back - right?

                    DYSON
            It isnít using the device. (taps on screen)
            This a is a ĒBand-ScopeĒ - thereís no signal.
            - The Hyperboidís not using the device.

                    TERMINATOR
            Yes, it learned itís lesson. If we commandeer
            the device, the Hyperboid is completely
            vulnerable - its whole mission jeopardized...

Dyson is marking the frequency below the small blue screen.

                    SARAH
                (looks up)
            ...So itíll hide the device!

                    DYSON
            Yeah, take it out of the equation.

                    SARAH
            Then itís planning to fight us directly.

                    KIT
            Good. Iíd rather have it!

SARAH looks straight into KITís eyes.

                    KIT
                (to Sarah)
            At least weíll see the damn thing.

PAN TO: TARISSA

                    TARISSA
            -It must think it will win - ?

(pause)

                    SARAH
            All right, how do we stop the Hyperboid?

                    DYSON
            OK, if itís not using the device, we could
            destroy the material we see. That should
            sever it from this reality.
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                    SARAH
            Electrocute it -?

                    DYSON
            No, it would just eat electricity.

                    JOHN
            We destroyed ďMr. LiquidĒ in the vat...

                    TERMINATOR
            The Hyperboid has greater elasticity than
            the T-1000. (CU: TERMINATORís FACE)
            - Weíd need a bigger vat.

                    DYSON
            Or confine it. - Keep it from moving...

                    SARAH
            We can slow it up. (raises weapon)

Everyone looks.

                    SARAH
            We blast it to a stand-still and cook it.

                    DYSON
            Thatís it! We cook it! They have
            big industrial micro-waves - for
            sterilizing medical-supplies.

                    JOHN
            How we gonna do that?

                    DYSON
            Weíll have to lure it.

Everyone slowly looks toward John.

                    JOHN
            ...I guess I know who the bait is.

                    SARAH
            No!

ON: KITís EYEs swing to SARAH, knowing JOHN is right.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:
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EXT. DYSON RANCH HOUSE - STILL NIGHT

TERMINATOR stands sentinel before the rolling fields. His head turns, the eyes focus. His head turns again.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


EXT. OPPOSITE SIDE OF HOUSE - PATIO

SARAH lays on a recliner behind the patio wall, her gun facing out. KIT comes out the kitchen door with a blanket. Settling along side, he covers her. SARAH nods a Ďthank youí.

                    KIT
            You know, Iíve always been able to tell an
            honest man. Iíve probably looked at those
            file-tapes of Kyle Reese, thirty times. Itís
            haunted me. There was just something about him.

                    SARAH
                (nodding)
            Yeah, there was no evil in him. I only knew
            him for a few hours, really. (pause) He came
            here and gave his life - for me - and for all
            of us. - His son has missed his father - and
            thereís been a hole in my life ever since.

Kit searches her face, then casts his eyes in thought.

                    KIT
            ...You canít believe this is happening
            until it really is happening.

SARAH looks at him for a second.

                    SARAH
                (softly)
            Yeah-h. (pause) - We thought it was over.
            After Cyber-Dyne North, there was no chips,
            no funding bill. No Skynet. No war. - It
            was over. I finally knew it was over. The
            dreams left. - ...Finally - over...

They both turn to look out into the starry night.

                    KIT
                (whispering)
            Itís so beautiful...
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The stars swell like ornaments.

                    KIT
            ...I guess this is the still before the storm.

SARAH casts her soft face into the beauty of the heavens - and as she brings her eyes back down, her expression tightens.

                    SARAH
            Yeah, - I guess.

NEW POV: from above. They lay together, looking out over the patio wall.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


INT. LAPD DETECTIVEís OFFICE - DAY-TIME

A frustrated Lyle sits behind his desk.

The phone on Kitís desk rings. Lyle stares at it with a pasty, blank expression. He springs to life on the second ring.

                    LYLE
            Detective Bureau.

A womanís voice cuts over the speaker-phone.

                    WOMAN
            Lyle?

                    LYLE
            Yeah, Amy?

                    AMY
            Yeah, put Kit on.

                    LYLE
            Heís not here, Am-. Heís...

                    AMY
            I gotta find out why he rented a Hertz car
            last night. We got a deal with National.
            What in hell are we paying for if he isnít...

LYLE yanks the receiver up.
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                    LYLE
            Whoa, Am-, whatís the rental number
            - Kitís been missing since last night.
            Yes-s! Am-, Am-, gimme the number. I
            will. I need the number.

Lyle noisily searches the open-drawer for a pen.

                    LYLE
            Hold on. Ok. Yeah...


EXT. SUNNY MORNING - WHITE-WALLED, SLOPING ALLEY-WAY

DYSON and JOHN walk down the sloping alley-way, exchanging amiable smiles with a dark-haired management executive.

                The SIGN above reads:
            ENVIROCON - Industrial Waste Management

The executive bids DYSON a good-bye hand-shake.

                    EXECUTIVE
            Thereís no other facility with this power.

                    DYSON
            Thereís no doubt of that. This will be good
            for both companies.

                    EXECUTIVE
            So youíll get a hold of me, Monday?

                    DYSON
            Right after the meeting, without fail...

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


INT. LAPD - CAPTAINís OFFICE

The Captainís on the phone when Lyle barges in.

                    LYLE
            Captain - !

The Captain raises his hand to shut Lyle up.
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                    CAPTAIN
                (on phone)
            Thatís right Mr Levy, the whole committee will
            be at the Mayorís meeting at three. - Yes.
            Hopefully, weíll iron out a basic plan for the
            guide lines this afternoon. - Yes. All right,
            Sir! - I certainly will. O-Ok.

The Captain, raised-brows & buggy-eyed, looks at LYLE while putting down the phone.

                    LYLE
            Kitís sister phoned. He rented a car
            last night - standiní right along
            side - Sarah Connor!

                    CAPTAIN
            How do you get positive ID on that?

                    LYLE
            I already got the sales-girl on the phone -
            Ď called right through to her home -
            it was Sarah Connor!

Lyle, bent forward, watches the Captain think.

                    CAPTAIN
            Samms could be a victim...

                    LYLE
            Kit Samms was forced!? How they force
            Kit Samms!?

The Captain looks troubled.

                    LYLE
            I got this. You gotta give me this!  
            Kitís gone over, and on this case!

                    Captain
            Why - would Kit Samms...

                    LYLE
            He had the hots for her since day one! It
            didnít mean nothiní til he got his face in
            it. - We gotta find this car aní we canít
            use the radio. - I got this? - Right?
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                    CAPTAIN
                (annoyed)
            Yeah... - Iíll keep the FBI out, - this
            is our guy. We gotta bring him in.

LYLE puckers his chin as he heads out the door. The Captain calls after him.

                    CAPTAIN
            By the Book, Lyle!

Lyle mutters under his breath as he heads away.

                    LYLE
            Oh yeah, By the Book.


INT. DYSON RANCH HOUSE - NOON

All six stand around the dining table on which small toys and boxes accompany a foot-long card-board shoe box.

                    DYSON
            Thereís forty-eight MAGNA-TRONS on
            each wall...

Dyson places squares of candy around the rectangle.

                    DYSON 
            ...thatís nearly two-hundred of the most
            powerful micro-wave emitters in the world.
            More than enough power. - They push
            waste through like a car-wash...

Dyson points a Ďthroughí motion along the shoe box.

                    DYSON
            ...Blasting it from all sides. The MAGNA-TRONs
            are strobed, only a few are on at any one
            time - but itís computer controlled...

DYSON is arranging small candy boxes to represent buildings and John is placing pencils to outline driveways.

                    DYSON
            They also have several ĎPlasma Arcí tubes
            that are sitting on a dolly. In this building...

Dyson places fountain-pens on a toy truck.
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                    DYSON
            ...Plasma Arc focuses a beam of
            lightning. -Vaporizes anything.

                    TERMINATOR
            The Plasma Arc units are not installed?

                    DYSON
                (to The Terminator)
            They sit on a mover. (then addressing
            the plan) - All right - we have John
            sitting at a table...

Dyson places a toy table in the back of the shoe box.

                    DYSON
            Our bodiesí infra-red will be hidden
            by these auxiliary power generators.

Dyson places a box at all four corners of the rectangle.

                    DYSON
            The Hyperboid enters the trap.

                    SARAH
            And our gunfire stops it in its tracks.

                    DYSON
            Yes. Then I blast it with enough power
            to melt rock.

                    TERMINATOR
            What can go wrong?

                    JOHN
            Nothing! It has its own generators.

                    DYSON
            Yes. As long as the power is on, thereís
            no escape. The whole region could black-
            out and it wouldnít effect the MAGNA-TRONís
            generators. (pause) - So!

DYSON flicks his pencil onto the table and the intense focus starts to break up.

                    DYSON
            Another thing - (looks John in
            the eyes) No more phone calls -!
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John nods.

                    TARISSA
            I canít understand why I canít go.
            Thereís not enough of us.

                    DYSON
            Youíre a mom! Youíre not some warrior!

                    SARAH
            Yes, we need trained people, Tarissa.
            Youíve never even fired a gun. (to Dyson)
            Miles, have you got that program set?

                    DYSON
            Yes. The last shift leaves ENVIROCON
            by 10:15 or so. At 10:45, Cyber-Dyneís
            main-frame will see a minor notation
            for acquisitions of lab facilities and
            night-work at ENVIROCON for one, ĎMiles
            Dyson Juniorí and ĎJohn Reese.í - It
            shouldnít take long after that.

SARAH talks to the Terminator while others pack out.

                    SARAH
            You got the new weapons and ammo loaded?

                    TERMINATOR
            No problemo.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


EXT. RANCH ENTRANCE ROAD - BRIGHT SUN

All five crowd KITís RENTAL, which nears the paved highway by the CARVED WOODEN SIGN at the entrance.

They turn right on the pavement and drive off. (pause) Calle and Matt enter from the left and turn into the entrance.


EXT. DYSON RANCH - FRONT PORCH - DAYTIME

POV ON: FRONT PORCH as CALLE and MATT roll to a stop in FG. They get out.
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ANGLE remains FIXED ON FRONT PORCH as THEIR FIGURES and the DAY-TIME SCENE... DISSOLVE TO: FRONT PORCH - NIGHT

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


INT. DYSON RANCH

Calle stops in the darkened hall and gazes at the abandoned table with its shoe-box and candy. With a look of helplessness, her shoulder falls against the wall. Tarissa approaches.

                    TARISSA
            They wonít even be there until 10:30.
            And thereís nothing we could do - except
            endanger their lives.

                    CALLE
            I know.

Calle starts to cry. Tarissa hugs her, hiding her own frightened expression.

                    TARISSA
            They have a good plan - and they must do this.

Tarissa pulls Calleís shoulders back and looks into her eyes.

                    TARISSA
            Calle, thereíre things we just found out
            from the future - things none of us knew...

CALLEís EYES are caught by something to her right.

                    CALLE
                (fearfully)
            Thatís not the signal!?

NEW POV: From over Calleís shoulder in FG: The Band-Scope shows a BRIGHT BLUE SPIKE from the dark of the dining room.

                    TARISSA
            Oh, God! Oh, no!

                    CALLE
            Matt!!
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                    TARISSA
            Their trap wonít work! The Hyperboid can use
            the device -

MATT is running in from the kitchen.

                    TARISSA
            The signalís on! The Hyperboid can escape!


EXT. NIGHT - ENVIROCON

We look down upon the massive 14 foot high micro-wave INCINERATOR and lit access yard. LOCOMOTIVE-sized GENERATORS sit on either side like the arms of a sphinx. Red lights and warning-signs adorn yellow and black striped drop-gates above the doors.

NEW ANGLE: SARAH stands before the gleaming, flood-lit stainless chamber. JOHN and DYSON are arranging a table at the far end of the interior. The hinged doors have viewing-ports and control eyelets for manipulators which stick out like long, dark spears.


INTER-CUT: EXT. DYSON RANCH

MATT, CALLE and TARISSA are rushing into the Dyson Cherokee. 

                    TARISSA
            This car has a dash version of the
            Band-Scope. The police might stop us
            but theyíll be looking for the Connors.

                    MATT
            Can you work it?

Matt is jumping in to drive. Calle pulls open the passenger side.

                TARISSA
            Oh, God, Miles knows all this. (getting in
            back) - I believe it just shows all signals.

The Cherokee fish-tails out in cloud of dust.


RETURN: EXT. ENVIROCON - MICRO-WAVE INCINERATOR

SARAH points at the safety gates.
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                    SARAH
            Cover those Ďcautioní signs.
            - Disconnect all that.

The TERMINATOR sets to work and Kit looks around.

TO: SARAH has walked to the opposite end of chamber, passing JOHN and DYSON and the incineratorís FANTASTIC COMPUTERIZED CONTROL BOARD just outside. She heads down the chain-drive feeder-ramp.

TO: KIT peers around the front at the array of MagnaTrons.

Rows of two-and-half foot square, stainless-steel boxes with rounded-corners sit close together crowding the wall. All 48 metallic surfaces reflect the light.

Kit backs away to look up.

Six more MagnaTrons edge the array of 48 on the top and another six are seen along the opposite side.

ANGLE ON: KITís fearful eyes that reflect the illuminated chamber as he comprehends such awesome power.

TO: SARAH looks into a corrugated sliding-door and sees thousands of storage barrels, stacked three high. Each has the ominous CIRCULAR WARNING STICKER marked, ďHAZARDOUS WASTEĒ.


INTER-CUT: EXT. STREET - ENVIROCON

Patrol car slides by Kitís parked rental. Through the open window, the cop takes a note and accelerates quietly away.


RETURN: JOHN and DYSON at the table. DYSON arranges beaker-clamps and glass-flasks with oddly colored liquids.

                    JOHN
            Whatís that?

                    DYSON
                (restraining anxiety)
            A little charade. We canít have you
            just pickiní your nose.
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                    JOHN
                (smiling)
            Why not!

Dyson forces a smile while the TERMINATOR, in BG, is pulling the manipulator rods out of the rear-doors.

TO: SARAH approaches a storage-building.

POV From inside building: the door opens and SARAH looks in.

On the dark, empty floor is a WHEELED-GURNEY with long cylinders. Each foot-wide TUBE has a conically-shaped end.

RETURN CHAMBER: DYSON brings JOHN to the rear door.

                    DYSON
            This half will be open. Weíre gambling
            itíll want you alive, that itíll come
            in after you.

                    JOHN
            I ainít staying around to talk politics.

                    DYSON
            Iíve disabled the strobing and opened the
            frequency range, itíll be cranking full power.
            I re-configured the safety sensors - it will
            switch on when you shut the door. - Close it
            hard.

                    JOHN
            Donít worry.

                    DYSON
                (looking up)
            I hope the walls can take full power.

                    JOHN
            I hope I can make it out. (smiling
            to Dyson) You wonít shut me in?

Dyson half-smiles. Their dark eyes stare at each other.

                    JOHN
            Hey, Iíll adopt!
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                    DYSON
                (laughs)
            Yeah, thatíd be a good idea!

The TERMINATOR noisily drags in paper for hiding the walls and John begins to help.


INTER-CUT: Racing CHEROKEE careens through freeway traffic.


RETURN: INT. MICRO-WAVE INCINERATOR

Our group converges to the table. The walls are hung and the Terminator takes the ladder out. A lap-top sits on the table.

                    DYSON
            Everybody here?

The Terminator is returning to complete their group.

                    DYSON
            I created a program thatíll look like
            John is running an analysis-sweep over
            a protected Cyber-Dyne Ďback-door.í
            Itíd fool me if I didnít know.

                    KIT
            Lets hope it fools our friend.

They begin to look at one another and a crushing silence ensues.

                    JOHN
            ...We could all go for beers -!

The Terminator laughs. All half-smile but quickly find quiet.

                    DYSON
            For the future.

                    EVERYONE
            For the future.

DYSON hits ĎENTERí. A chiming ďdial-upĒ sings harshly.


INTER-CUT: EXT. ENVIROCON GROUNDS

LYLE and six cops run up.
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                    LYLE
            You all do exactly as I say.

They start up through the out-building alley-ways.


INTER-CUT: CHEROKEE screeches onto the streets from the freeway.

TO: INT. CHEROKEE - The three are bracing through the turn.

                    CALLE
            God. - Hurry!


RETURN: EXT. MICRO-WAVE INCINERATOR

KIT and SARAH, with their automatic weapons, stand by the left door. SARAH calls into JOHN.

                    SARAH
            You ready?

TO: JOHN sits at the table. DYSON stands behind the slightly open rear-door, operating the FANTASTIC CONTROL BOARD.

JOHN looks at DYSON for the go-a-head. DYSON calls out.

                    DYSON
            OK!

SARAH throws her arm up.

                    SARAH
            Do it!

CUT TO: The TERMINATOR, with two slung-rifles, is behind a large breaker panel. He throws the MAIN.

Innocuous starters engage from unseen areas and the chug of diesel engines begin.

Suddenly a ROARING WHINE rises over them as the huge generators kick-in. The whole facility lights up.


INTER-CUT: CHEROKEE is hard braking in the street. They pull immediately over and jump from the car.
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POV: Looking forward from back seat: The three are jogging away when we see the BLUE SPIKE FALL from the dash Band-Scope in FG.


RETURN: The DEAFENING WHINE falls away as the generators stabilize.

John looks warily around as ELECTRO-STATIC ENERGY SHIVERS the hanging WALL-PAPER and the HAIR on his neck stands out.

DYSON is excitedly clutching the controls and yelling.

                    DYSON
                (loudly)
            Nothing could escape! Itíll
            fry him like a POACHED PRUNE!!

TERMINATOR runs up, nods and backs around the right generator.

KIT and SARAH lock the left door and back away around the left generator.

INTER-CUT: LYLE, gun drawn, is sneaking in with his back against a corrugated wall. He signals his comrades to ĎGo around!í

RETURN: POV From outside open incinerator-door: JOHN sits calmly at his table. It could be a quiet night in any suburban home-shop.

Coming up the drive, like a LARGE SPIDER, the HYPERBOID stops - poised. Its EIGHT EYES scanning in all directions.

John sits in plain view, writing.

The Hyperboidís body lowers, the eight-foot legs FLEX - and it rockets to the door. Its spider front-legs, on the roof, the side-legs outstretched, it leans into the front. Its REAR EYES darting all over but the FRONTS are in an intense stare at its quarry.

John pretends to write.

INTER-CUT: MATT, CALLE and TARISSA run up the alley-way.

RETURN: The HYPERBOIDís body lowers again.

NEW POV: from behind the Hyperbiod: The body and spider legs are crumpling further into the entrance.
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The HYPERBOIDís attention heightens for the strike. It seems to quiver in its tension as its LIQUID BLACK EYES dance at the vision before it.

TO: MATT, CALLE and TARISSA round the corner before the huge spider-legs, crumpling into the door.

RETURN: The HYPERBOID shoots up for JOHN. CALLE screams (OC). John is screaming in fright as he stumbles for the door.

                    JOHN
            Oh-h-h

KIT, SARAH and the TERMINATOR fall against the front. All begin shooting through the eyelets.

The Hyperboidís back arcs and itís face contorts.

JOHN is screaming as he rolls from the swinging door that DYSON is smashing shut. 

                    JOHN
            Ah-h-h-a- -huh

ANGLE ON: The glass-beakers, apparatus, lap-top and table are thrown up and seem to superimpose their own images upon themselves as a ringing-sound falls into a deep static hum.

NEW POV: Looking into the chamber: Sound disappears entirely as the Hyperboidís body is driven up in the air and shatters into a million frosty pieces, hyper-boiling in a pillow-like cube trapped in the center of the chamber.

A HUGE THUNDER, like driving rain, rises up as the boiling FROSTY PILLOW compresses violently. The CHAMBER WALLS start vibrating.

NEW: JOHN and DYSON look disbelievingly through their view-ports.

                    DYSON
            Fu-uck.

TO: TARISSA and CALLE approach as SARAH, KIT and the TERMINATOR stare through their view-ports.

                    SARAH
                (surprised anger)
            What are you doing here!!
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Without discussion, everyone just turns to watch the mind-boggling sight in the view-ports.

TO CHAMBER: Boiling, swimming FROSTY PILLOW starts to implode.

CUT TO LYLE: Edging in, he looks up at the generator MAINS.

INTER-CUT: JOHN and DYSON staring in.

TO CHAMBER: A LEMON HUE brightens from the crushing FROSTY PILLOW.

                    DYSON (VO)
            Yes-s, - almost...

TO: DYSONís TENSE FACE

                    DYSON
            ...Just a few more seconds...

INTER-CUT: Lyle reaches for the MAIN.

TO CHAMBER: Intense LEMON-PILLOW is driven smaller and brighter.

INTER-CUT: LYLEís HAND is on the MAIN.

TO: DYSONís EYEs.

INTER-CUT: LYLE pulls the main.

SMASH TO CHAMBER: HYPERBOID swells out to the pillow-like cube as a sudden HIGH-PITCH WHINING begins to drop in frequency.

SARAHís head jerks around. The whole group fills with alarm.

TO: DYSON and JOHN

                    DYSON
            What the fuck... No!!! The generators!!

TO: SARAH, KIT and the TERMINATOR look at each other. The loud whining is still dropping.

                    LYLE
                (yells)
            Hold it right there!! Donít move
            a muscle, donít even twitch!!

The cops are running out, hyped-up, guns drawn.
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INTER-CUT CHAMBER: The atomized AIR seems to SWIRL about the high-energy HYPERBOID/PILLOW. Thereís a DISTORTION and the HYPERBOID SUDDENLY EXPLODES: KA-BLAM-M-M!!!

NEW POV: front of INCINERATOR: The whole ROOF BLOWS OFF. MAGNATRON BOXES zing past the camera. A huge shower of PLAYING CARD-shaped, DRY-ICE CRYSTALS pour down in a deluge to instantly construct into the WRESTLER which transmutes to a TEENAGED MARILYN MONROE with very curled-hair.

SARAH, KIT and the TERMINATOR have withdrawn but TARISSA and CALLE stand transfixed.

Bigger-than-life HYPERBOID/young MARILYN shakes her blond curls with a SASSY, SEXY GIGGLE.

The cops are transfixed.

MARILYNís face becomes BAGGY while the FOREARMS, TWO SHOULDERS, BREASTS and HEAD become elongated.

TARISSA and CALLE start to run.

HYPERBOID shoots its spears like the attack of a cuttle-fish evaporating a three-inch NOTCH from each cop.

TARISSA and CALLE are knocked sideways. TARISSA is hit. DYSON sees through the view-port and slams the glass.

                    DYSON
                (screaming)
            NO-O-O!!!

THIRTY COPS are running into the yard and TWO SQUAD-CARS rocket to a stop.

Tasmanian/Hyperboid, with blond-curls and baggy face, shoots around back.

NEW: DYSON is stalking, tear-streaked, through the chamber.

NEW: Elevated POV: DYSON emerges from the front and slows down before TARISSA, laying on the ground. Cops appear draining away as they pour around back.

TARISSAís arm moves and DYSON lunges to support her.

NEW: LYLE is picking himself up on an elbow to push his back against a fork-lift.
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MATT picks a limp CALLE off the ground. Her face is bloodied, her arms dangle.

LYLEís obviously dazed and looks down to see a round ring of WHITE body-armor, exposed around a shallow GASH in his mid-section. THREE half shaved-thru RIBS are visible.

He pulls his left sleeve around to see a small missing piece there, as well.

In shock, MATT seems invisible in the chaos and just carries CALLE away.

RETURN TO DYSON and TARISSA: JOHN, mouth agape, slowly approaches from the BG. The dying TARISSA in his arms, DYSON looks frantically up at John.

TO: Lyle sees JOHN standing and DYSON cradling TARISSA. He looks down at his injury, pulls his coat around over it and gets up.

RETURN DYSON and TARISSA:

                    TARISSA
                (gasping)
            Oh God. - It doesnít hurt...

                    DYSON
             - Tarissa...

                    TARISSA
            Miles... (then trying to gain her
            thoughts) - look out for Danny.

DYSON is shaking his head and crying.

                    DYSON
            -Why did you come -?

                    TARISSA
            The signal started. The device...

                    DYSON
            Oh, God..

                    TARISSA
            Miles - this was right. - Iím so proud.
            So proud of you. (her eyes briefly
            walk the sky) - So proud of my family...
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Her head shakes slightly as her eyes cast upward - her features relax. DYSON arcs his head, throwing his arm over his face.

                    DYSON
                (loud moan)
            O-O-oh-h...

DYSON pulls her to him as he falls into open pain.

The cops are grabbing John who seems limp and confused. SARAH and KIT are being brought around in hand-cuffs. LYLE is on his feet and approaches. One of the cops tries to support him but he yanks his arm away.

                    LYLE
            A-Ah-h.

LYLE walks up to KIT and for a moment they glare, face to face.
LYLE looks down at DYSON and then takes command, pointing at the near-by pallets.

                    LYLE
            Put them down right there.

KIT and SARAH are seated. John looks over.

                    JOHN
                (dazed)
            Was that Calle?

SARAH snaps a look to shut him up.

                    LYLE
                (loudly)
            Is the area secured out there!?

The Captain approaches. He can barely hide his glee.

                    CAPTAIN
            Good work, Detective.

They both approach KIT.

                    CAPTAIN
            I canít believe it, Samms. Of all
            the God damn people in this world...

KIT starts to react but SARAH elbows him. The Captain sizes SARAH up.
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                    KIT
                (to Lyle)
            Howíd you find us?

LYLE looks intensely at KIT.

                    LYLE
            ...Amy couldnít understand why
            you rented from Hertz.

LYLE and the CAPTAIN go over to John.

                    CAPTAIN
            So, the famous fugitives!

                    LYLE
            Iíll bring them down in my car.

                    CAPTAIN
            It wonít be your only reward, my boy.

LYLE yells out to the cops.

                    LYLE
            Ok, listen up everybody, thereís
            another one eighty-seven suspect at
            large. White female, blond curly hair,
            early twenties. Do not approach. DO
            NOT APPROACH! Call for back-up.

Cops seem to move.

                    LYLE
            GO!! - Go! ...

DYSON gets up and some cops go to grab him.

                    LYLE
            Let him go, heís not goiní anywhere.

The Captain and Lyle walk off.

Tear-streaked and pained, DYSON stares into JOHN.

                    DYSON
                (total exasperation)
            How does this happen?
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TO: LYLE displays his flak-jacket with the CAPTAIN and a small group of cops. They are all smiles and pride as the Captain holds up the vest with its gaping hole.

                    CAPTAIN
            Whoe! Boys - THIS is what we want the news
            people to see! The stuff of heroes. - Here,
            (hands it off) give this to Public Relations.

                    Heard from OTHERS:
            W-w-ow, look at that!

ANGLE ON: KITsí GLARING EYEs as he watches the group of reveling officers.
                                        DISSOLVE TO:


SLOPING ALLEY-WAY: LYLE, in command, is walking up the sloping alley. Cops line the walls.

A sea of blinking lights behind them paint colors across two television camera-trucks and a multitude of heads that crowd the street. Video cams and flash-cameras strobe the scene.

                    LYLE
            I wanna be clear of all this media...

NEW POV: Looking from the incinerator into the cop-choked yard.

LYLEís DETECTIVE CAR is brought up. We hear the MARANDA RIGHTS (OC) as LYLE leads KIT in front and another detective leads SARAH just behind. JOHN, led by another, follows. They are shackled top and bottom.

                    LYLE
            Put her in front.

NEW: From the yard. DETECTIVE CAR leaves out and slowly proceeds down the police-lined alley-way, police walking along side.

POV from raised elevation in street: LYLEís DETECTIVE CAR slowly descends into the throng. Lights and flashes bathe the car.

CUT TO: VIDEO from REMOTE NEWS-BROADCAST of the scene.
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                    REMOTE TV REPORTER
            The infamous SARAH CONNOR GANG finally
            in custody after nearly sixteen years
            on the run, are being taken from the scene of
            their capture, here at the Envirocon Hazardous
            Materials facility - where police hero,
            Detective Lyle Johnson, brings the famous
            terrorists to justice.

REPORTER turns to allow TV observation. TV CAMERA does close up of the DETECTIVE CARís progress. REPORTER continues in OC VO.

                    REPORTER (OC):
            Theyíre having trouble getting through
            these extraordinary crowds -who have rushed
            down here at Envirocon - to get a glimpse...


INT. DETECTIVE CAR

SARAH is in front, JOHN, KIT and DYSON are behind the cage.

People are crushed against the windows, shooting pictures and yelling. Tapping is heard.

NEW: Their car makes its way slowly out of the crowd, followed by another police car. They pass the waiting coronerís truck.

NEW: The city lights slide over the car.


INT. DETECTIVE CAR

SARAH watches the strip-malls pass, their images reflecting across her eyes. Lyle is constantly checking the rear-view.

                    LYLE
            You are all OK, physically?

No one responds. LYLE calls on the radio.

                    LYLE
            Dispatch, this is thirty-six.

                    RADIO
            Go ahead thirty-six.

                    LYLE
            Howíz that media mess down there?
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                    RADIO
            (pause) Just a moment thirty-six.

LYLE looks up into the rear-view at KIT. Both menís eyes are shining as they stare.

                    RADIO
            Yes, thirty-six - itís a real mess.
            Theyíre piled up on both sides, advise
            the south garage. Over.

                    LYLE
            Ten-four...

LYLE looks into the rear-view.

                    LYLE
            ...Thirteen - did you copy that?

                    RADIO
            Thirteen, - copy.

                    LYLE
            Weíre all clear here, Code Four. Iíd rather
            not have the attention. I want you to drive
            straight in to the west Booking Dock and take
            the brunt of this media circus. Iím takiní Ďem
            in under the south side. Break it off on Park.

                    RADIO
            (pause) Ten-four.

The trailing police car leaves off. DETECTIVE CAR drives on for a moment. LYLE looks in the rear-view.

                    LYLE
            Your friend is back there.

Everyone swings around.

                    LYLE
            Ok everybody, brace yourselves...

LYLE slows down and deliberately turns into a pole. BAM!

The car fills with energy. LYLE is unlocking SARAH.

                    LYLE
            Youíll have to hurry.
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LYLE looks directly back into DYSONís eyes.

                    LYLE
            I didnít know, - I didnít believe...
            - and it cost your motherís life...
            - all these lives...

Lyleís eyes drop away.

                    LYLE
            KIT, - I-I canít come - I donít
            know anything about it. Iím sorry
            - sorry for all this...

                    SARAH
            You turned the power off?

                    LYLE
            I didnít know, - Ďtil I saw that thing.

The TERMINATOR is at the side and the doors are being opened. SARAH starts to get out, then leans back.

                    SARAH
            You saw it before.

KIT pokes around her.

                    KIT
            Better late than never, Buddy.

                    LYLE
            I canít come.

                    KIT
            Itís ok...

KIT is leaving when he turns back.

                    KIT
            Listen - we still might get this
            thing if it keeps thinking the
            authorities donít know about it...

LYLE talks as he peels back his coat to show KIT his wound.

                    LYLE
            Iíll keep my mouth shut. Theyíll think
            I just fell-out.
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SARAH, disgusted, looks over KITís shoulder.

                    LYLE
            What was it?

                    KIT
            (pause) - The future.

They run back to the TERMINATORís car. LYLE is looking in the rear-view.


INT. TERMINATORís MOVING CAR

DYSON stares despondently out the window. No one speaks.

                    JOHN
            What was Calle doing here? Why the fuck
            did Matt bring her? -What for!?

                    TERMINATOR
            We need quarters.

(pause)

                    SARAH
                (staring)
            Weíre real fugitives now.

                    KIT
            Go downtown...


EXT. SIXTH STREET

POV: From elevation: TERMINATORís CAR arrives before an abandoned high-rise.

ON: TERMINATORís RED EYES look up.

CUT TO: OPEN GROUND-FLOOR GARAGE. TERMINATORís CAR pulls in. Our party disembarks and drags themselves up the debris-strewn stairs. TERMINATOR accelerates away.


INT. ABANDONED OFFICE

A single desk and rugs decorate under sweeping picture windows. Our exhausted group is settling in around the room.
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ON DYSON: Leaning against the wall, he slides down to a stop. TERMINATOR enters the door next to him.

                    TERMINATOR
            ...Ditched the car.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:

While humans sleep, the TERMINATOR stares into the sapphire blue of Ďfirst-light.í His eyes focus, his head turns.

ON DYSON: He sits in syrupy semi-sleep, contemplating.

ON JOHN: His left palm cradles his forehead. His wet eyes stare.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


INT. ABANDONED OFFICE - DAYLIGHT

DYSON has slid to the floor on his right. He is asleep as we hear others OC, waking up. DYSON begins to stir, and then pushes back up into his seated position - bleary eyed.

PAN TO SARAH in FG.

                    SARAH
            It looked like a spider...

                    TERMINATOR
            The Hyperboid has complete physiology
            files and the bio-morphics on all the
            animals. Each has a specific advantage
            in different situations.

                    JOHN
                (weak and labored)
            I canít phone Calleís parents. I-I donít
            know what to do...

The TERMINATOR looks blankly - then returns to the window.

                    DYSON (OC)
            Itís revenge.

JOHN and SARAH turn their heads.

                    DYSON
            You stole Skynetís fail-safe.
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                    JOHN
            What?

                    DYSON
            In the future. You had the DNA plans
            - the secret to controlling Skynet.

                    SARAH
            Miles -

                    DYSON
            Iíve been tryiní to figure this. (getting up)
            John had the Skynet code, but did nothing
            with it. Instead, he sends Kyle Reese here.
            Essentially, Ďinoculatingí the humans.

                    SARAH
            You havenít slept.

                    DYSON
            Thatíd change the future right there. -You
            see? Skynet had to act. It had to send that
            liquid-Terminator. - And all the rest.

                    JOHN
            So what, Miles?

KIT is entering with take-outs.

                    DYSON
            Now Skynet resurrects itself here by taking
            back that (grabbing motion) same genetic
            material - (tapping John in the chest)
            right from the guy who stole it!

                    SARAH
                (gets between them)
            We changed that future.

                    DYSON
                (to them both)
            Tarissaís dead!  - Tarissa!

                    SARAH
            Millions gave their lives,  Miles. (leans in
            his face) Both your parents gave their lives.

The TERMINATOR swings around.
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                    TERMINATOR
            You people did not change the future,
            - John Connor sent the T-2000 and terminated
            the past. No one here is who they were.

CU: TERMINATORís EYEs focus.

                    TERMINATOR
            It was the boldest act - in all of history.

DYSON slumps to a chair. Kit gently turns John by the shoulder.

                    KIT
            I phoned my sister and had her get a hold
            of Lyle. Heís in the hospital - the same
            hospital that Calle is in. Sheís alive.

Johnís legs give out.

                    SARAH (OC)
                (relief)
            Ah, thank God!

                    KIT
                (continuing as John sits)
            She has a bad concussion, her brotherís
            with her. But sheíll be fine.

John, who is a wreck, rubs his head back and forth in his palm. DYSON looks at him and rises.

                    DYSON
                (earnestly to the group)
            Youíre right, - weíre all victims here. All
            of us. Forgive me, I just got a little
            - over-whelmed.

                    SARAH
            Good. Right.

Dyson looks briefly over at John.

                    DYSON
            Tarissa told me they saw the signal. Thatís
            why they came.

                    TERMINATOR
            But the Hyperboid must have re-sealed
            the device when it came after John.
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                    KIT
            Yeah, it sure couldnít get outta that cooker.

                    DYSON
            We need to know if itís using that device.
            - We need a radio.

                    KIT
            Letís get one.

The two head for the door.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


JOHN and the TERMINATOR sit together by the window.

                    JOHN
            I always felt like a stranger - ever since
            I can remember. Wherever I was. - I thought
            it was because I didnít have a father.

The TERMINATOR stares at John.

                    JOHN
            When this happened again, Ya know, I was
            actually kind of excited. - But God, - I
            wish I could just feel normal.

                    TERMINATOR
                (empathy)
            John, our father - was Skynet. You
            and I... - can never feel normal.

John stares back empty-eyed.

KIT and DYSON barge through the door. DYSON thrusts forth a BOOM-BOX and flips the switch. ĎChirpingí sings out strongly.

                    DYSON
            This changes everything.

The TERMINATOR turns around.

                    SARAH
            It changes nothing! Now we have two targets
            - with twice the chance to win.
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                    TERMINATOR
            But the Hyperboid can use the device.

                    SARAH
            And that makes it vulnerable - itíll have
            to protect the device from us. -We put the
            Hyperboid on defense.

                    JOHN
            Yeah, also, it needs me, right? It canít just
            kill me.

                    TERMINATOR
            Right, itíll come after John.

                    SARAH
            But we go after the device.

                    JOHN
            What about weapons?

                    DYSON
            I was thinking about that. We could swipe
            those Plasma Arc tubes. - Each one can
            vaporize anything at four thousand degrees...

                    SARAH
            I thought we couldnít electrocute it?

                    DYSON
            This isnít electrocution - these things
            Ďsprayí lightning. The Hyperboid should
            pass electricity, all right, but itís body
            is like the insulation around a wire
            - whatever we can hit, we can vaporize.

                    JOHN
            Just burn off the insulation?

                    SARAH
            We have to find the Hyperboid.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS - UPPER INCOME NEIGHBORHOOD - TWILIGHT

TERMINATOR is on the hood of their slowly moving car. He holds the BOOM-BOX at armís length, searching the horizon.
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                    TERMINATOR
            Stop!

The car stops and DYSON and John get out.

TERMINATOR swings the radio horizontally to the right and left. The chirping is heard, then drops away, - heard, then drops away.

He lowers the radio as DYSON jumps up onto the bumper. The TERMINATOR cuts the direction with his outstretched hand and they both look across the valley together.

                    TERMINATOR and DYSON
                (in unison)
            Cyber-Dyne.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


CYBER-DYNE GROUNDS - NIGHT

The far-stretching grass is a thick carpet under occasional over-hanging trees. Lush foliage hugs buildings.

DYSON runs up to SARAH from the lab-complex in the background.

ON: TERMINATOR arrives in a TRUCK towing the tarp-covered GURNEY.

                    DYSON
            We got trouble! Itís the worse possible
            place. Itís taken over the Hazardous
            Materials Bunker.

                    SARAH
            Whatís that?

                    DYSON
                (yells to TERMINATOR)
            Take it around the maintenance-shed!

Dyson motions toward a utility-building in the parking area.
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                    DYSON
                (to Sarah)
            Itís designed to conduct the most dangerous
            experiments. It will contain the worst of
            explosions, radiation release, environmental
            poisons, toxics - you name it.

JOHN and KIT are arriving on foot with two large duffles and a box. The TERMINATOR walks up.

                    DYSON
            Youíd have to hit it with an atom-bomb
            to dent it.

                    JOHN
                (out of breath)
            What?

                    SARAH
            He says itís holed-up in some experiment-
            bunker.

                    DYSON
            Itís built like an upside-down salad-bowl
            - with two-foot thick observation-windows
            and a secure bolt-down. Iím telliní you,
            it can not be worse. The Hyperboidís got
            everything it needs, power, computer access...

                    KIT
            Is it in there now?

                    DYSON
            I donít know.

                    JOHN
                (to the Terminator)
            Letís go in for a re-con.

                    SARAH
            Weíll - go in for a re-con. You guys unpack.

She points to the gurney as SHE and the TERMINATOR head away.

KIT, DYSON and JOHN look at each other and hoist the bags.

As they start off, KIT looks over at SARAH and the TERMINATORís dark silhouettes.
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                    KIT
            Wow.

                    JOHN
            Yeah, -thatís my mom.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


EXT.  PARKING AREA - BACK OF GURNEY

The tarp is pulled off revealing the ends of the Plasma Arc TUBES, along with WIDE COILS of thick POWER-CABLE.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


INT. LAB COMPLEX

SARAH and TERMINATOR are sliding through the dark technical facility. Reflections dance from vacant cubicles.

They head down a wide hallway. Two swinging, BLUE DOORS with two small windows mark the entrance of the enclosure that houses the large, dome-shaped Hazardous Materials Bunker.

White lettering contrasts the blue:
            ďAUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLYĒ

TERMINATOR touches her to STOP as he carefully raises his frame.

RED SCREEN: The small door-windows descend as TERMINATOR rises.

On the left, an observation-window and concrete-shroud is seen jutting from the smooth, sloping wall. There is a console for controlling large mechanical arms, which hang like a Mantis within.

Reflections of the time-capsuleís lights are seen cork-screwing in the thick glass.

RETURN: TERMINATOR looks through the door-windows to the RIGHT.

Leading up the bunker access-ramp are herringbone stripes and solid-colored lines which stream across the floor from every direction.

RED SCREEN: CROSS-HAIRS appear and scan different areas of view.
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There are detailed warnings listed on a sign by the entrance and large, ĎMATERIALS HAZARDí insignias stenciled on each sloping buttress. What appears like a BANK-VAULT DOOR sits open.

RETURN: TERMINATOR quickly ducks down. He looks through the windows in several angles at the ceiling.

TERMINATOR turns to SARAH and POINTS TWICE to the rear with a straight finger. They sneak back down the hall.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


EXT. CYBER-DYNE GROUNDS - OUTSIDE LAB COMPLEX

TERMINATOR and SARAH reappear from the lab complex. KIT is tying straps to the round cylinders and DYSON attaches cable.

                    TERMINATOR
            It doesnít look right. The bunker door
            is open.

                    JOHN
            Itís gotta be a trap.

                    KIT
            I agree. Itís too easy. A little chirping
            on the radio and we come troopiní right in.

Sarah is pulling the strap over her head.

                    SARAH
            Of course, itís a trap - it wants John.
            The bait is the device. We have to ace
            that device.

                    TERMINATOR
            We are Johnís only protection. We must know
            the Hyperboidís location.

                    KIT
            Thatís right, that thing could be anywhere.

                    SARAH
            Weíre about to find out. Talkís over.
            Time to go to work.

She starts out and everybody starts with her.
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NEW POV: TO THEIR BACKS: All five, in large rubber boots, walk toward the lab, away from camera. Each carries a Plasma Arc from a shoulder-strap. The TERMINATOR labors the COILED POWER-CABLE and THREE TUBES slung half around his front.

NEW: The five walk toward us - ďOK CorralĒ style.

NEW: Toward their left: DYSONís breathy words sound jumbled.

                    DYSON
                (breathy anxiety)
            Remember, just think of it as a fire-hose.
            Youíre tryiní to wash this thing down. If
            itís sucking up the plasma, try another spot.

                    JOHN
            Maybe it wonít be there. -We take the
            bunker, the device, match and game!

                    TERMINATOR
            We still have to deal with the Hyperboid.
            It will-not-stop.

                    DYSON
            If anyone wants to join me, Iím praying.

KIT and DYSON are mouthing prayers, theyíre all tension and wild-eyed as they march straight into the entrance.

                    SARAH
            No sense wasting time...

TO: POV from inside: The doors swing open and their silhouettes are outlined like moving stained-glass.

NEW ANGLE: The five stop, glaring forward. They then move quickly, advancing like a flood. TERMINATOR signals to DYSON and the two run up ahead.

RED SCREEN: Moving IMAGE-ENHANCE and TARGETING CROSS-HAIRS scan the desks and cubicles. Estimations of wiring and floor-plan are pasted against the wall and outlets of the sweeping image.

A utility closet and power-box come into view.

RETURN: TERMINATOR is opening the power-box.

                    TERMINATOR
            Here...
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DYSON, next to him, hands up the cable-ends.

CUT TO: HALL. SARAH, KIT and JOHN crouch in a ďVĒ near the floor. Each has a TUBE across his knee. Several tubes lean against the wall.

Crouched-down, the TERMINATOR and DYSON toe-skip back toward them along the loosely-laying cables.

                    DYSON
                (whispering)
            Ok, listen, it comes out of time to where
            it last saw you. So if it leaves, you move.

                    SARAH
            Itís coming after John. (to John) So you
            stay in the middle.

ON: The tense faces of KIT, SARAH and DYSON. Crouching, their ďVĒ heads forward, SARAH on point, KIT is left, DYSON, right.

JOHN is in the middle, behind SARAH. The TERMINATOR, with two Plasma tubes, is walking upright at the rear - scanning.

TO: SLOWLY ZOOM ON the back of Johnís head. JOHN jerks his head around. He nervously looks to the other side, then slowly back.

As they reach the BLUE-DOORS, Sarah warns.

                    SARAH
            It could be any where - any thing...

KIT and DYSON raise up on either side. KIT nods to SARAH who slowly pushes in at one of the doors.

As Sarah peeks through, a SMALL METALLIC EYE appears on the door right next to her face. Instantly a BLUE ARM jets out, grabbing John by the neck.

A BRIGHT SPARKLE from KITís TUBE severs the arm, which vanishes from John just as the group opens up with flowing streams of arc-welding.

The BLUE-DOORS expand in a shroud over them as they wave the TUBES like flag-standards. Each ARC blasting a round, BILLOW of MOLTEN PINK into the ever-enveloping BLUE menace.
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BLACK HOLES OPEN UP at each billow and the SHROUD condenses into PURPLE-METALLIC rivulets between the ARCs, recombining and advancing through at John - who starts pulsing his TUBE.

Dancing streams of lightning pour as BLACK VENTS appear from the Hyperboid to catch them. Sarah runs for the vault and the Hyperboid smears off, straight through the walls for the entrance.

SARAH blasts as the Hyperboid arrives.

A loud ďCRACKĒ and the Hyperboid smears away in a veil of burnt-smoke. The others advance.

                    SARAH
            Move!!

Everyone takes a step to the side as the BRILLIANT SHEET rockets through their group.

                    SARAH
            Move!!

Elevation POV: An odd MINUET has each stepping away and firing just as the SEARING SHEET rips past from different directions.

The Hyperboid lands on THREE LEGS and throws HUGE ARCING attacks with MULTIPLE ARMS. A violent war of LOOPING GOLDEN RIBBONS and ďCrackingĒ BLUE SPARKS ensue.

The Hyperboid sweeps off and people jump. The SEARING WHITE-HOT SHEET cuts through the room a foot off the ground. Sarahís TUBE-ARC saves her legs by cutting the flow like a rock in a stream.

                    SARAH
            Jum-mp!!

The SEARING SHEET FLOODS the FLOOR as they JUMP into the air blasting holes beneath them. SARAH runs again for the Bunker but the HYPERBOID smears to the entrance.

SARAH pulls back and blasts. KIT and JOHN are PULSING, TERMINATOR and DYSON join.

CR-RACK!! The Hyperboid expels from the door and SARAH steps forward to push the DOOR with her foot. KA-THANK!

SMASH-CUT TO: Time-Capsuleís LIGHTS in the VIEW-GLASS.

HYPERBOID rockets back and all five blast BLUE STEAMS. CR-RACK!!
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The Tasmanian/HYPERBOID lands like a gazelle and rises ferociously to charge.

TIGHT: SARAH fingers the ďOFF-ONĒ buttons on her TUBE.

The PURPLISH HYPERBOID throws five liquid VENT-HANDS absorbing the blue and white, DANCING FLOWS.

TIGHT: SARAHís hand lets-off and her tube stops. The liquid-arms become FOUR. She blasts again and the FIFTH reappears.

                    SARAH
            Pulse him!!!
 
Everyone rapid pulses.

            CHYONG-K, -CHYONG-K -CHYONG-K -CHYON-

The liquid-arms are appearing and disappearing like a huge MULTI-ARM SHELL-GAME.

The Hyperboid becomes a fantastic-CHAOS of RE-FORMING ARMS.

The GLIMMERING TANGLE of PULSING LIGHTNING-BOLTS and LIQUID-ARMS is forced up OFF THE GROUND to thrash violently in the air. A LOUD SHRIEK is heard.

The VIOLENCE goes FASTER. CRACKS and SINGES SNAP from the RIPPLING AIR-BORN MASS. Smoke drifts.

                    SARAH
            Fu-u-u-uk yo-o-u!!!

                    DYSON
            Uh-h-h!!!

JOHN whips his spray back and forth. DZONK! A fifth of the HYPERBOID EVAPORATES. It shoots in a trail of smoke through the ceiling-structure to cut a BEAM and throw it back with EXPLOSIVE FORCE.

The TERMINATOR and DYSON are knocked violently to the wall.

A nearly transparent Hyperboid/LION thumps across the ceiling to the far right and down the wall for a full sprint charge.

SARAHís TUBE starts sputtering - sheís pushing at the buttons.

SMASH-CUT: Power-box and cables are smoking and melting.
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RETURN: SARAHís TUBE comes back-on just as a HUGE SPLATTER of LIGHTNING and LIQUID-ARMS fill the FRAME.

                    JOHN
                (teeth-gritted yell)
            O-O-h-h-h!

The Hyperboid retreats up across the face of the bunker but shoots an ARM at the twisted cables. KA-ZZAP!

KIT and SARAHís tubes go off with a ring.

                    SARAH
            Weíre down!!

The Hyperboid returns in a POWERFUL SLOW STROLL. JOHN is blasting but the Hyperboid has an easy control absorbing it.

SARAH reels her AR around and starts blasting as does KIT.

The Hyperboid, concentrating on absorbing JOHNís plasma, leans slowly around to reach for a small, rolling parts-bench.

HYPERBOIDís UPPER TORSO is being TORN OPEN by the gunfire.

Hyperboid picks up the bench and throws it violently into KIT and SARAH - knocking them senseless.

The Hyperboid stands straight up, one hand casually out, absorbing the plasma. John is backing up. The HYPERBOID LOOKS ACROSS, as one calling check-mate.

TO: SARAH is pulling herself up on an elbow.

RETURN: Hyperboid, absorbing with his left, reaches his right arm slowly up to strike.

SMASH-CUT: WHAM! TERMINATOR kicks away boxes and debris and is blasting with BOTH TUBES like a battleship!

Hyperboid ARMS are shell-gaming the sudden rapid-fire pulsing while the EYES are FOCUSING on the action.

TO: SARAH looks over.

ON: DYSONís TUBE.

RETURN: Amidst flailing arms and pulsing, we hear a CRACK and a HISS. Smoke wafts. We hear another CRACK.
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JOHN scores big: ZON-NK - a whole chunk of the Hyperboidís side evaporates. The TERMINATOR is blasting at the Hyperboidís head and shoulder which are ripping open and disintegrating.

Hyperboid throws an ARM, hitting Johnís TUBE. It dips down, taking the flesh off the TERMINATORís right leg and forearm.

TERMINATOR evaporates a SOLID CHUNK of the HYPERBOID; - but the Hyperboid cuts off the whole FRONT THIRD of JOHNís TUBE and whips a CLAMP-ARM around his neck and head.

HYPERBOID pulls JOHN over forcing the TERMINATOR to stop firing.

HYPERBOID ZAPS-OFF the ends of TERMINATORís TUBES and a quarter of his head. The TERMINATOR falls flat on his butt, LIFELESS.

The Hyperboid runs with his prize over the top of the bunker, like a gorilla who just stole a meal. JOHNís body bangs limply behind.

SARAH has grabbed DYSONís TUBE but can only watch as the Hyperboid runs down the bunker.

                    SARAH
                (aghast, half loud)
            N-o!

The Hyperboid hits the floor and STRETCHES OUT against a LONG ARM it throws to open the vault and shoots through with one movement. The vault-door slams with a solid KA-THUN-NK!!

SARAH sees the rippling form in the glass and looks in.

INT. BUNKER

The Hyperboid seals the door with three quick swipes, melting claw-like slots on the seam and strides to the control station of his lab-setup. HYPERBIOD hits a couple keys.

TO SARAH: The POWER and LIGHTS GO OFF and the ringing, high-pitched HUM in SARAHís TUBE dies away in her hand.

RETURN BUNKER: The Hyperboid pulls a barely conscious John up and slits his NECK, taking the sample and dropping him in one move.

As the Hyperboid walks off, John grabs his neck and pushes his back up against a desk. Blood seeps rapidly through his fingers.
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TO: SARAH crawls down to check DYSON. He has a BADLY BROKEN ARM and is just coming-to. She looks back to her left as we hear KITís OC moan.

                    KIT (OC)
            Uh-ah-

RETURN BUNKER: Hyperboid has become the wrestler, but now showing intelligence, more like a professor.

John is fighting to stay conscious.

The Hyperboid holds the vial of Johnís blood while flipping switches, and calmly begins to talk.

                    HYPERBOID
            Your function will be complete
            when fail-safe is complete.

Lights on a mechanized analyzer go on and a sweeping VIEW-SCREEN in the BG comes to life. An intricate systems-check begins.

John casts his eyes around and over whatís before him.

There are huge PLEXIGLASS TUBS with electrolysis apparatus arranged on either side of the Hyperboidís MONITORING STATION. Each has a PARTS-FENCE to which RUBBER-HOSES are attached.

                    HYPERBOID
            We can not allow your reproduction process
            to pass the Lattice into the human population.

The Hyperboid STOPS to make the point.

                    HYPERBOID
            Your purpose was to produce Skynet,
            not humans.

John glances from the Hyperboid. Next to the complex analyzer, the whirling Time-Capsule sits on a stand. Cables are attached.

The Hyperboid injects Johnís blood, and also a sample of material from its own finger, into two closely placed receptacles at the top of the array. JOHN chokes.

                    JOHN
                (weakly)
            Skynet doesnít want the competition, huh?
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TO: SARAH holds the reviving KIT in her arms. He gives an ĎOkí.

While DYSON is stumbling around and moaning OC, SARAH and KIT go to the TERMINATOR. Itís a dead robot.

                    SARAH
            Come on!

She leads KIT to the observation window.

                    SARAH
            We gotta get in here.

They both start looking around.

RETURN: The HYPERBOID squints at the liquids, sliding through a field of glass-tubing. The analyzer and chemical processes are IMAGED on the VIEW-SCREEN behind.

                    HYPERBOID
            Humans are far too pre-occupied with death...

John blinks.

TO: KIT and SARAH start SHOOTING at the window - DYSON stands in pain behind them.

RETURN: The Hyperboid quietly tweaks the adjustments.

                    HYPERBOID
                (glibly)
            Humans donít even understand death...

John looks to see SARAH and KIT frantically firing in silence.

TO: SARAH throws the gun down and stalks back to TERMINATOR. She grabs the head and turns it up.

One quarter of the head, the left-half of the face, is gone.

She jerks it around to get a good look. The insides appear like a cleaved luxury-liner, or electronic high-rise. She feels through the hair for the round access-cap.

                    SARAH
            The processor is OK.

She looks again and the right eye flickers slightly.
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RED SCREEN: TERMINATORís ďALTERNATE POWER CIRCUITRYĒ is seen in shorted-out static.

RETURN: SARAH shakes him.

                    SARAH
            Wake up!

She shakes violently.

                    SARAH
            WAKE-UP - SOLDIER!!!

RED SCREEN: Shorted-static clears as the connection is made.

RETURN: TERMINATOR becomes active.

RETURN BUNKER: The Hyperboid makes the last, quiet adjustments.

                    HYPERBOID
            ...Death is simply no experience. Life is
            experience - death is no experience...

John turns to see the empty window.

TO: The TERMINATOR rises. DYSON, KIT and SARAH stare into the gaping mechanical wonder of his interior.

TERMINATOR picks up a pry-bar and they head back to the window.

RETURN: Hyperboid flips a switch and the equipment engages.

John looks to see the TERMINATOR silently smashing at the glass.

A kind of electric whirring begins.

                    HYPERBOID
            There are two key-sets...

John looks at the view-screen.

VIEW-SCREEN: A molecular tapestry, in vivid color-code, unfolds horizontally. Simple loops HANG DOWN.

                    HYPERBOID (OC)
            ...One is strung through the construction-
            code from your blood. - The other key-set
            is locked in my substrate.
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VIEW-SCREEN: Another looped molecule-belt unrolls on the right. The two belts are end to end and the loops begin blinking.

                    HYPERBOID (OC)
            It carries the experience-files and last
            secrets of Skynet. - They are aligned with
            the locking-segments of the device...

VIEW-SCREEN: A third molecule-belt, stretches under the first two. Its STANDING LOOPS face the others like a zipper. The aligned loops complete the puzzle and begin to blink in unison.

The VIEW-SCREEN explodes with complex CHEMICAL FORMULATIONS and CRYSTAL-LATTICE STRUCTURING. As the equipment comes to life, a NOTICE blinks on and off:

        ďFAIL-SAFE INITIALIZATION - PROGRAM ACTIVATEDĒ

CUT TO: SARAH, TERMINATOR and KIT are blasting and beating at the glass. A chunk breaks out of the surface.

                    SARAH
            Hurry!!

RETURN: JOHN looks over at their efforts, gauging time.

MICRO-BUBBLES start rising in the absinth-colored tubs.

Crystalline growth begins weaving itís colorful hues, as blue spider-webs arc into the liquid. Crystal knots start doubling and twisting up, poking their wet-points through the surface.

                    HYPERBOID
            Death is simple.

ON: The chemical baths are steaming in the BG with massive formations rising through the surfaces.

                    HYPERBOID
            I can return any time Skynet wishes...

John lapses into unconsciousness. The HYPERBOID looks at him carefully and then reaches down to either side, into the tubs.

                    HYPERBOID
            I go to join something greater than myself.

The rapidly growing crystals instantly begin eating the Hyperboidís hands like a MASS of CHURNING ANTS and MAGGOTS.
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Its face contorts as the replicating crystals consume its body, traveling up the arms and over its now slack expression.

JOHN comes-to and stares around, blearily - a river of blood stains his shirt.

Lights are streaming over the Time-Capsule as the CRYSTALLOID-MASS is ballooning awkwardly to the floor - growing from the tubs into a single, eight-foot, ĎQUASI-CRYSTALí that shimmies to re-balance as its continues to expand.

It seems to form a bi-hemispheric, brain-like crevice through the center but soon another, and yet another, give the daunting impression of embryonic cell-division.

TO: John pushes his back up higher and blinks.

RETURN CRYSTAL-MASS: Strange fissures are evolving. CROWDING BRAINS snuggle. The doubling continues when suddenly the overall size INCREASES ASTOUNDINGLY.

John stares at the large POWER-CONDUITS feeding the SERVICE-BOXES at the CEILING, near the top of the apparatus. His eyes follow down to the LARGE TANKS of LIQUID from which Skynet is growing.

He scrabbles up the metal-work and yanks at the POWER-CABLES. He plants both feet on the ceiling as he jerks with all heís got.

                    JOHN
            Come on!!!

TO: SARAH slaps her palms on the glass.

                    SARAH
            No - John! Wait!!

RETURN: The huge, oblong Skynet, growing just below, begins to liquefy in reaction.

The CABLE-BOXES BREAK with a CRACK and John jumps, clutching them to his breast.

POV FROM BELOW: JOHN contorts his body to dodge Skynetís swipe by millimeters, falling past the camera with BOTH FEET.

NEW: His feet hit the vats and the scene explodes in WHITE FLAME and BLUE ARCING.
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John pushes his back into the arcing, snapping HIGH-VOLTAGE liquid, pulling the CABLES to his chest like a tug-of-war.

Skynet convulses and flails at the air as Johnís legs and pants shake violently under the MONSTROUS POWER.

ON: The Time-Capsuleís lights are frozen, vapor rises from its housing.

FLAMES break out across the vats and Johnís hands and fingers burn - but through slitted-eyes and gritted teeth, he pulls the burning cables harder.

Time-Capsuleís housing breaks and steam explodes from the lights.

The boiling, shrieking, terror-ridden Skynet/Hyperboid convulses violently in the fiery, lightning strikes and blue-envelope pulsing air.

The bones of JOHNís hands poke from under his charred flesh.

SMASH-CUT: SARAH prostrates against the glass.

                    SARAH
            NO-O-O-O-O-o-o!!!!

The TERMINATOR beckons helplessly.

RETURN: The Time-Capsule EXPLODES from its stand and a two-foot thick lightning-bolt writhes liquidly through the suddenly bent surroundings.

Brown-ripples and distortion begin to WHIRL-POOL as SKYNET twists and unfolds into a massive PINK/PURPLE-WAVE, filling the bunker like the underside of some huge tongue.

It FIGHTS ITSELF in painful slow-motion, surface-tension knotting into strings.

An instability makes it yaw and waffle wildly, banging through the room like a dogís tail.

MICRO-BOLTS EXPLODE from every point as the huge, screeching MASS is violently ripped around and the whole whirling interior sucked INSTANTLY DOWN into the collapsing device:
                  KA-BAM-M-M!!!
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SMASH-CUT: SARAHís view-glass SHATTERS AGAINST HER. The BUFFETING-IMPLODE BLASTS the air and FRACTURES the concrete.

SMASH-POV: OUTSIDE LAB: All window-glass EXPLODES OUT and is immediately SUCKED BACK into the BUILDING. RAIN-GUTTERS FALL.

RETURN: SLOW MOTION FRAMING: Johnís cleaved and burned forearm spins to a slow stop. BRIEFLY HOLD on this.

NEW POV FROM SLIGHT ELEVATION behind group: The TERMINATOR is breaking in. Emotionally crushed, SARAH is supported under KITís arm. The dark interior has only scattered fires.

NEW ANGLE: TEARS STREAK the TERMINATORís CHEEK.

                                SLOW DISSOLVE TO:


EXT. BUSY DOWNTOWN STREET - LATE AFTERNOON

SARAH talks on a pay-phone, twenty feet from the curb. DYSON, in black, with bandaged shoulder, talks to KIT beside the car.

                    DYSON
            I donít know, the Connors and my
            father tried to destroy knowledge -
            but things are always bigger than you
            can ever imagine. We need this time -
            to just think it all through. Iíve
            had enough rash decisions for my life.

KIT nods agreement as SARAH approaches.

                    KIT
            Yeah, me too!

                    SARAH
            Whereís the Terminator?

                    DYSON
            You mean Uncle Bob? - At the ranch.

SARAH looks, a wariness pulling into her grief-stricken face.

                    DYSON
            -You promised...

SARAH gives a leery half-nod.
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                    KIT
                (to Sarah)
            How are they?

                    SARAH
            Sheís awake. Matt told her. I wish he had
            waited. Matt and John had their little
            internet business for over a year. John and
            Calle were just getting together - they were
            so happy...

Sarahís eyes fill with tears.

                    SARAH
                (composing herself)
            I gotta go over there.

                    DYSON
            Sarah, Iím really glad we decided to
            just wait and think this all through.
            - Aní you need this time, too - You know?

SARAH nods.

                    KIT
                (to Dyson)
            Lyle toe-tagged a Jane Doe, ďSarah ConnorĒ
            - so thatís over.

                    DYSON
            Yeah, I have to get a hold of him and
            thank him - for all of us.

                    KIT
            Yeah, you and I are the hostages of the year!

                    DYSON
            And he gets to play hero of the year.

                    KIT
            They actually are making him ďPolice
            Officer of the YearĒ -!

DYSON and KIT shake their heads, marveling - but SARAHís grief returns them to the present.

                    SARAH
            Youíll be all right?
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                    DYSON
                (somberly)
            Tarissaís funeral is tomorrow. - Danny gets
            in this-afternoon. -One day at a time.

SARAH gets in the car. KIT leans over and takes DYSONís hand.

                    KIT
            Keep care of Uncle Bob.

KIT starts the car.

                    DYSON
            Oh yeah. - I think he finally got Johnís
            sense of humor - he looked in the mirror
            this morning and said, (mimicking)
            ďIíve really lost my headĒ!

KIT smiles.

                    SARAH
            Weíll get a hold of you after things are
            settled.

                    DYSON
                (calls back)
            Give it a couple months, Sarah - give
            it some time...

He is waving good-bye as the car pulls away.

                                    DISSOLVE TO:


EXT. HOSPITAL PARKING LOT

KIT and SARAH pull to a stop.

SARAH looks to Kit.

                    KIT
            Iíll wait down here.


INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY

                    MATT
            Sarah.
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They embrace.

                    MATT
            I couldnít stop her from coming down. I mean
            I loved John - he was my best friend - but
            when I first thought my sister was killed - I
            wished Iíd never met him.

She touches his shoulder. He shakes his bewildered expression.

                    MATT
            And then she was alive...

Sarah takes his hand as they both try to control their emotions.

                    SARAH
            Where is she?

                    MATT
                (somberly shaking head)
            ďJohn Connor - the TerroristĒ

Holding hands tightly, MATT and SARAH both get teary.

                    MATT
            Really, you donít believe any of this.
            Itís so unreal... (pauses and sighs,
            then points) 227b.

A grave-looking doctor is exiting as she enters.


INT. HOSPITAL-ROOM

CALLE is bandaged, distraught and in tears. SARAH and CALLE immediately embrace - and cry.

NEW ANGLE: They ease from their embrace. Calleís voice burdens with despair.

                    CALLE
            We talked about marriage. We talked
            about getting married...

She throws her hand up to her mouth as she breaks down.

                    SARAH
            Calle, we learned things from the future,
            things that we never knew...
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                    CALLE
                (tear-streaked and desperate)
            I donít know what to do! - He just told me...

Sarah looks up.

                    CALLE
            Iím pregnant.

SARAHís electrified half-laugh stops frozen.

ZOOM IN as SARAHís EYES WIDEN.

ZOOM IN on BRIGHT SLIVER OF REFLECTION in SARAHís PUPILS.

AUDIO FADE IN: TERMINATOR ANVIL-MUSIC rings louder and louder as SARAHís EYEs GLISTEN.

ZOOM SLOWLY OUT ON: SARAHís crazed expression, a perfect combination of ULTIMATE JOY and ULTIMATE TERROR.


FADE-OUT                THE END

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