Dyson listened while the Terminator laid it all down.
Skynet. Judgment Day. The history of things to come.
It's not every day that you find outyou're responsible for three billion deaths.
He took it pretty well.
I feel like I'm gonna throw up.
You're judging me... on things I haven't even done yet.
-How were we supposed to know? -Yeah. Right.
How were you supposed to know?
Fucking men like you built the hydrogen bomb.
Men like you... thought it up.
You think you're so creative.
You don't know what it's like to really create something...
-to create a life... to feel it growing inside you. All you know how to create is death and destruction. -Mom!
We need to be a little more constructive here. Okay?
-We still have to stop this from happening, don't we? -But I thought...
-Aren't we changing things right now, changing the way it goes? -That's right.
There's no way I'm going to finish the new processor. Not now. Forget it.
-I'll quit Cyberdyne tomorrow. -That's not good enough.
-No one must follow your work. -Right.
All right, then we have to destroy all the stuff at the lab-- the files, the disk drives... everything here.
I don't care. The chip.
-Do you know about the chip? -What chip?
It's at Cyberdyne. It's from the other one like you.
-The CPU from the first Terminator. -Son of a bitch! I knew it!
-They told us not to ask where they got it. -Those lying motherfuckers.
It's scary stuff. Radically advanced. It was smashed. It didn't work...
but it gave us ideas, took us in new directions.
-All my work was based on it. -It must be destroyed.
-Can you get us in? Past security? -I think so, yeah. When?
Now?
The future, always so clear to me... had become like a black highway at night.
We were in uncharted territory now... making up history as we went along.
Hi. Ummm... Carl, right?
Friends from out of town.
I just thought I'd... take 'em upstairs and show 'em around.
-Mr. Dyson, you know the rules concerning visitors in the lab. -Yeah, I need written authorization...
I insist.
Don't even think about it.
It's okay.
It takes two keys, turned simultaneously, to open the vault.
The other one is in a locker at the security station.
Gibbons! Come on, man! You can't leave the door open like that!
My card should access this.
-What is it? -Damn it.
The silent alarm's been tripped.
It's neutralized all the codes in the entire building. Nothing will open anywhere now. We have to abort.
No. We go all the way. Okay?
You guys get started on the lab. I can open this.
-I think it's that guy from the mall. -It is. -It's him and the woman.
Just send everything you got in the area right now.
I have a personal entry code for the lab. It may still work.
-It's no good. -Let me try mine.
John, fire in the hole!
Wait! You can't go in there. The fire set off the Halon system.
You have to wait until the gas clears.
Put this on.
All right, let's get to work.
All the disks in my office... all the disks in that office over there...
-everything behind my desk... and all the processors on my left. -We'll blow those with the CP4.
Excuse me. Can I borrow that thing?
I worked a lot of years on this thing.
-One-Mary-23, give me that location again. - 2 1 1 1 Kramer.
Suspects are armed and considered extremely dangerous.
All right. 7-2-5-6.
Easy money.
Oh, shit. Not good.