Wait in the car.
-You're pretty jumpy, Connor. -So are you.
-Hey, big John. -What's up?
-Who's this guy? -He's cool, Enrique. He's with me. He's... Uncle Bob.
-Uncle Bob, this is Enrique. -Uncle Bob, huh?
Drink?
You're pretty famous, all over the goddamn TV. Pictures of you,John, your big friend here. Cops are going nuts looking for you.
I just came for my stuff. I need clothes, food and a truck.
-How about the fillings in my teeth? -Now, Enrique.
-You two, you're on weapons detail. -Let's go.
One thing about my mom... she always plans ahead.
Excellent.
This is my best truck, but the starter motor's gone.
You got time to change it out?
Yeah. I'm gonna wait till dark to cross the border.
Enrique. It's dangerous for you here.
-You get out tonight too, okay? -Sure.
Just drop by anytime and totally fuck up my life, all right?
See, I grew up in places like this...
so I just thought that's how people lived. Riding around in helicopters...
learning how to blow shit up.
But then when my mom got busted. I got put into a regular school.
All the other kids were into Nintendo.
-Are you ever afraid? -No.
-Not even of dying? -No.
-You don't feel any emotion about it, one way or another? -No.
I have to stay functional until my mission is complete.
-Then it doesn't matter. -I have to stay functional too. "I'm too important."
That's definitely you.
Most of the guys my mom hung around with were geeks... but there was this one guy, he was kinda cool.
-He taught me engines. -Hold here.
Mom screwed it up, of course.
She'd always tell 'em about Judgment Day... and me being this world leader.
-That'd be all she wrote. -Torque wrench, please.
-I wish I could've met my real dad. -You will.
Yeah, I guess. When I'm, like, 45, I think.
They sent him back through time to 1984.
Man. He hasn't even been born yet.
-It messes with your head. -The other bolt.
Mom and him were only together for one night.
She still loves him, I guess. I see her crying sometimes.
She denies it totally, of course, like she got something stuck in her eye.
-Why do you cry? -You mean people? -Yeah.
I don't know. We just cry... you know, when it hurts.
-Pain causes it? -No. It's different.
-It's when there's nothing wrong with you, but you hurt anyway. You get it? -No.
All right, my man! Give me five.
Just put out your hand like this.
All right! Now hit me. Give me five. Do the same thing.
Okay, that's good. Up high.
Five low. Too slow.
I'm just kidding. One more time.
Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly so clear.
The Terminator would never stop.
It would never leave him, never hurt him... never shout at him or get drunk and hit him...
or be too busy to spend time with him.
It would always be there... and it would die to protect him.
Of all the would-be fathers who came and went over the years... this thing, this machine... was the only one who measured up.
In an insane world... it was the sanest choice.