Previously on Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles:
Sarah: Kaliba was building something.
Weaver: John Henry was infiltrated.
Murch: Someone out there wants to kill him.
John: Who's John Henry?
Savannah: He's my friend.
Weaver: Savannah's survival may someday depend upon John Henry.
Ellison: What were you doing at the Weaver's house? Why'd you take the girl?
Sarah: To protect her. Girl's in danger. When we jumped, you told me I died of cancer.
Cameron: She's lost weight.
Sarah: Let me talk to Weaver.
Weaver: I'll meet with Connor. Make it happen.
Crayton: Put your hands behind your head. Kneel on the ground.
Auldridge: I know you've been told this already but as I am a "measure
twice, cut once" kind of carpenter I do wanna reiterate that you have
the right to an attorney if you are so inclined, and if you are not so
inclined anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of
law. Not inclined. Fair enough and noted. So here's where we come down
on all this. Ten years ago, you murdered one Miles Dyson employee of
Cyberdyne. Long time gone, but the man's still dead, so we've got that.
Eight years ago, you and your son and a high school friend of his blow
up a bank vault and die in the explosion. Now, of course, you're still
alive, which is inconvenient for many but the bank's still blown so
we've got that. More recently, and by that I mean Monday you
participated in a firefight, leaving five dead and kidnapping one
Savannah Weaver daughter of Catherine Weaver and citizen of Scotland
making this an incident both federal and international. Two of the dead
were off-duty law-enforcement officers and that usually gets you the
needle, but in that I do digress.
Sarah: Agent Aldridge?
Sarah: You're a funny boy.
Auldridge: That's what Mom says.
Sarah: I never liked funny boys.
I doubt they like you either, Ms. Connor. So, there's two ways I can
bring your son into custody: with your help or dead. Which do you think
it should be?
Sarah: My son?
Auldridge: Your son. John Connor.
Sarah: John is dead.
Auldridge: I don't think so.
Sarah: He died in the bank.
Auldridge: Oh, I don't think so. I don't think anyone died in the bank.
Sarah: Well, you're wrong.
Auldridge: Sometimes, but not today. Not yet. Think about it.
She was arrested and is now in local custody facing a series of new
charges, as well as a host of old ones. Authorities are also on the
lookout for Connor's son John as well as an identified female
accomplice. What you see here are photos dating back eight years. Both
fugitives would now be in their mid-'20s. The FBI..
John: We should move.
Cameron: This motel is out of the way.
John: The desk clerk could have clocked us last night.
Relocating within 24 hours of the incident has high risk factors. This
room provides excellent sight lines down the highway.
John: This is not an incident. This is my mother. I need a computer. I need to do research.
Cameron: You want the blueprints for the Los Angeles County Jail.
John: Do I?
Cameron: So you can plan how to get your mother out. But I'm not going to let you. You should know that by now.
John: I do know that by now.
Cameron: Then what is there to research?
John: Power sources. Shielded nuclear-power sources.
Cameron: Like mine?
John: Just like yours.
John: I wanna know if being around them all the time can give you cancer.
And breaking local news: authorities have arrested Sarah Connor, a
known domestic terrorist. She seen here being escorted to...
Murch: Okay, it's a large room, it's dark, it's quiet, it's impossible to see. You may wanna roll a scan.
John Henry: I'll roll a scan. I rolled a one.
One. Oh, okay. Tough luck. You don't see the umber hulk as it crawls
from its nest in the stone and attacks you. You take three hit points of
damage from a bite to the shoulder.
John Henry: I attack the umber hulk. Twenty.
Murch: Wow. Okay, that's a crit with the vorpal longsword to the umber hulk. Unbelievable. Lucky roll.
John Henry: Hello, Ms. Weaver. I just delivered a crit hit to the umber hulk.
Weaver: Congratulations. Mr. Murch? Who's winning, Mr. Murch?
Murch: Oh, it's not really that kind of game. But I'm a little bummed that he killed the umber hulk so fast.
I'm sure you've considered the possibility he can roll whatever number
he desires? Mr. Murch how Iong will it take to disassemble everything
and prepare for transport?
Murch: Uh, everything? You mean, like, everything? Is that something you're planning on doing?
Weaver: No. But John Henry's been attacked once. We should be prepared.
John Henry was hacked. And we fixed that. Besides, I think we're past
the point where moving the hardware's a good idea. And in fact, I think
it's potentially a really bad idea.
Weaver: Oh? How's that so?
For example the other day, one of the fan wires on a server was
glitchy. So we switched it out. Same wire. Same length. Identical. Like,
uh, changing a spark plug.
Murch: Sort of tweaked him.
Weaver: I'm not sure what you're getting at.
What I'm getting at is I think what we know to be John Henry only
exists as this specific collection of hardware and software. Body and
Weaver: We change a wire, we change John Henry.
John Henry: Mr. Murch? I'm ready to confront the mind flayer now. Twenty.
They followed me to the movie theater. I didn't know. I swear. I just
spent the last four hours convincing them we weren't in this together.
Sarah: Maybe I should tell them we were. Maybe we were in this together.
Ellison: I just wanted the girl to be safe.
Sarah: So did I.
Ellison: From whom?
Sarah: I don't know.
Ellison: You don't know or you can't say?
Sarah: I don't know, but if I did I probably couldn't say.
Ellison: They wanna know what you've been doing for 10 years.
Sarah: What did you tell them?
I told them I have no idea what you've been doing. What else could I
tell them? You could tell them. You could tell them everything you've
been doing. You could draw them a picture of everything they know and
everything you know. If you're innocent, you could do that.
Sarah: The last time I drew a picture I ended up in a psych ward.
Ellison: Maybe things would be different now. Maybe you got nothing to lose.
Sarah: There's always something to lose.
Ellison: I am sorry for this.
Sarah: Yeah, sure you are. Where's the girl?
Ellison: Back with her mother. Where else would a child be?
Sarah: She's not safe. She's not safe. She not safe.
Mr. Ellison, come in. It's open. This is where they stick us now.
Pretty sure I know what the subtext is, but I refuse to read that deep.
She's not budging on the son.
Ellison: Maybe she's telling the truth.
Auldridge: Maybe she's a liar lacking the proper motivation to tell the truth. But she's got a guilty conscience.
Ellison: What makes you think that?
Auldridge: Well... for starters she's requested a priest.
Auldridge: Yep. A man of the cloth in the flesh. Black and white and God all over. Father Armando Bonilla ring a bell?
Auldridge: Can't imagine what the connection is.
Ellison: It ever occur to you she just might wanna pray?
Not for a second. It occurs to me that other than a lawyer, a priest is
the only other person she could ask to speak with that we can't listen
Sarah: Buenos dias, Father.
Father Bonilla: Buenos dias.
Sarah: Do you remember me?
Father Bonilla: You and your son hid in my church. There was a problem with your daughter. At least that is what you told me.
Sarah: Yeah. She's better now.
Father Bonilla: Where is she?
Sarah: She's in hiding. With my son. I don't know where.
Father Bonilla: And they are wanted? You have included them in your crimes.
Sarah: Do you believe in the devil, Father?
Father Bonilla: The devil?
Sarah: Do you believe in the actual devil?
Father Bonilla: Something opposes God. Something tempts man into sin.
I don't know about God or heaven. But I do believe that someone or
something wants this world to burn. The devil. Demons. I believe. And
that day in the church? My daughter? You saw things, didn't you?
Father Bonilla: I pray every day to understand what happened that day.
I can explain it to you. I don't know if you'll believe me, but I can
explain it to you. And after I'm done, I'm gonna ask you to do something
for me. Will you do something for me?
Weaver: Mr. Ellison. Welcome back. How are your friends in law enforcement?
John Henry: How are your friends in law enforcement, Mr. Ellison?
Ellison: Very determined. What is this?
Weaver: Sarah Connor is talking with a priest. Father Armando Bonilla.
Ellison: I can see that. Why is it here? Why are you watching it?
Weaver: John Henry monitors all law-enforcement channels. It seems prudent.
Ellison: It seems illegal.
Weaver: So is lying to the FBI. I don't think now is the time to be parsing which laws we'll obey. And which we will not.
John Henry: Now's not the time.
Ellison: I heard it when she said it. Those cameras should be off.
Weaver: I want to meet him.
Ellison: The priest?
Weaver: No. The boy.
Ellison: You wanna meet John Connor?
Someone's attacked my family. They may attack again. I think he knows
something. And besides, he saved my daughter. And I want to thank him.
John Henry: Thank you.
Ellison: Can we talk outside? It's a bad idea. I don't know what you think John knows.
I know he was at my house when the attacker showed up. I want to know
why. His mother thinks he's the messiah. I want to know why. And despite
your reluctance to tell me I surmise that he and his cyborg companion
are connected to the John Henry body. And I want to know why. Yes, she's
a cyborg. Don't pretend you didn't know.
Ellison: She's dangerous.
Weaver: And you think I need protecting. That's sweet. But don't ever lie to me again. Now, about John Connor...
Ellison: I don't know how to find him.
Weaver: Well, I do.
John Henry: Twenty.
Salesman: Can I help you?
Salesman: How? Ammo?
Salesman: You know we can't sell that kind of stuff. Ask to speak to Manny.
T-888: I want to speak to Manny.
Salesman: Call the number first. Then ask. You know, I always thought the best thing about those guns was the sound.
T-888: No, it's not.
John: How much weight has she lost? You think she has cancer because she's lost weight. How much weight has she lost?
Cameron: Eleven percent of her mass in the last six weeks.
John: She was healthy before you showed up. That's all I know. She was healthy.
Cameron: If my power source was leaking radiation, I would know. I have sensors for that.
John: Where are they?
Cameron: You can't see them.
Of course not. I just have to trust you on it. But stuff does go wrong
with you, doesn't it? Stuff breaks. You kill birds, you twitch. You try
to murder me. You're not perfect. You're a machine. Mom? Uh, yes, I
remember you. Buenos dais to you too, Father.
Underneath the bench there is an envelope. I hope it is enough. It's all
I could find. I have a message for you as well.
Cameron: What's wrong? The IDs are flawless. They're flawless.
There's nothing else there. There's nothing hidden there. No secret
message there for her escape. I am to tell you this from your mother:
leave this place. As soon as it is safe leave this place. Do not think
of her. Do not come for her. Leave. You are to make sure that he does.
We lose everybody we love.
John: She said that?
Cameron: Hasta luego. That's interesting.
Let me repeat, I had nothing to do with your mother's arrest. If I had,
there'd be a SWAT team outside your door right now.
John: Same thing would happen to this SWAT team as happened to your last one.
Ellison: Catherine Weaver would like to meet you.
Ellison: She wants to thank you for saving Savannah.
John: Well, she just did.
Ellison: Your mother wanted to meet her.
John: Well, when my mother gets out, trust me, she will.
Ellison: I told Miss Weaver you'd never come without your mom.
She said if that was the case, I'm supposed to ask one question. She
says I'm supposed to ask you: "Will you join us?" She says she hopes
you'll know what that means.
John: Do you know what that means?
Cameron: No, I don't. Please leave now, Mr. Ellison. I think you've said enough.
Cameron: You've said enough, Mr. Ellison. I won't ask you again. He upset you.
John: Me? I think he upset you.
Cameron: You know that's impossible.
John: Is it?
Cameron: You said it yourself, John. I'm just a machine.
Auldridge: I believe you.
Sarah: You believe me what?
I believe there are machines. I believe they've come back from the
future to first kill you and then your son. I believe in time travel. I
believe in cyborgs. I believe there's a world that I've not yet seen but
you have, and John. In the last eight hours, I've received 37 calls
from people who have met a young man named John Baum or his sister
Cameron or Sarah Baum, the mother. They now know her to be Sarah Connor.
By all accounts your son looks 16 and not 24 just as you look 35 and
not 43. I believe you have participated in the miraculous and the
terrible and through it all, you have maintained a moral and good soul. I
want to help you. I wanna help your son. Help me do that.
Sarah: My son is dead.
Auldridge: Do you know who Danny Dyson is?
Sarah: Danny? Miles Dyson's son.
Auldridge: Do you know where he is?
Sarah: No. Why?
Auldridge: He's been missing three months.
Guard: Hey. You the guy who smashed through my gate?
Weaver: Hey. I liked that gate.
T-888: Catherine Weaver?
John Henry: The chip has been treated with a phosphorus compound. When exposed to oxygen...
Weaver: It burns up. I know what happened. I saw it happen. Can any data be recovered?
John Henry: I can try, but it's highly doubtful.
Weaver: We need to know what it knows. Who sent it?
John Henry: It is safe to assume my brother sent it.
Weaver: Mr. Ellison, where have you been?
Ellison: Where have I been? It's 7 in the morning. I've been asleep. Didn't you get my message?
Weaver: It was very disappointing. Did you give the message exactly as I said it?
Ellison: Of course. Look, I told you before... she'll never leave his side and he'll never leave his mother's.
Weaver and John Henry: We'll see.
John: Don't do that. My mom used to do that. I really hate that. What's going on?
Cameron: You need to understand how it works.
This chip. This body. The software is designed to terminate humans. The
hardware is designed to terminate humans. That's our sole function.
John: Not you.
Cameron: No. Not anymore. But what was there is still there. It'll always be there.
John: So down deep... you wanna kill me.
Cameron: Yes. I do.
John: Then why don't you?
I might some day. I need to show you something. This body. Get on top
of me. Put your knee here. Right here. If I'm damaged, we should know.
Reach down under the breastplate. There. What does it feel like?
John: Cold. That's good, right?
Cameron: That's good. That's perfect. John. It's time to go. Buenos dias, Father Bonilla.
Father Bonilla: Buenos dias.
Auldridge: It's okay.
Sarah: You did what I asked?
Father Bonilla: I did.
Sarah: And? Why are you here?
Father Bonilla: They have a message for you. She's coming. I don't know what to do.
Sarah: You're a priest. Pray. What's that Bible story? The one where the locks fall off?
Father Bonilla: Peter.
Sarah: Yeah. That's a good one. Gird thyself.
Inmate: Go, go, go!
Weaver: There's been a bit of an incident. At the jail?
John Henry: Yes.
Weaver: Any idea how it started?
John Henry: Yes. Look there. And there.
Sarah: You look like hell. Can you keep up? I sent you a message. I told you...
John: Yeah, bad John Connor. Ground me. Are you okay?
Cameron: I'm not 100 percent.
Sarah: How far from 100 percent are you?
Sarah: Because I need to meet Catherine Weaver. And she needs to destroy whatever's in that basement.
John: God, I really wish we weren't here right now.
Sarah: Savannah could tell them we know about Cromartie.
John: John Henry now.
Sarah: Metal. If she tells them, they'll move it. Maybe they already have.
John: Well, we'll know soon enough. Mom, are you sick? Cameron thinks you're sick.
Sarah: She does?
John: You've lost weight. I love you.
Ellison: Where's Cameron?
Sarah: In the car.
Ellison: Expecting trouble?
Sarah: No change for the meter.
Ellison: You're not armed, are you?
Sarah: Expecting trouble?
Ellison: No reason for that.
Sarah: No reason at all.
John Henry: Hello.
John Henry: I know you.
Cameron: And I know you.
John Henry: Will you join us?
Weaver: So. Why are we here?
Sarah: We need...
Let me restate. We are here, first and foremost, so that I can thank
you for your heroism regarding my daughter Savannah. She's the light of
my life, and I'd be lost without her.
Sarah: And where is she?
Weaver: Let's assume school. We have a common enemy. One we cannot fight with conventional weapons or by conventional means.
Sarah: Kaliba? Don't presume to know Kaliba.
I'm sorry, I wasn't speaking to you. I was speaking to you. About
Skynet. Savannah's told you about John Henry, I assume? Which is why
your cyborg is skulking around my basement.
Ellison: What the hell?
Weaver: Get down. Run. The basement. Mr. Ellison. John Henry.
Sarah: We need to get out. They're trying to kill my son.
Weaver: No, they're trying to kill my son. Just like you are.
Sarah: I'm sure she's done it.
Weaver: You better hope not. Your John may save the world, but he can't do it without mine.
John: Her chip, it's gone. Well, where is he? The... John Henry? He took her chip. Where did he go?
Weaver: He didn't take the chip. She gave it to him.
John: Where is he?
Weaver: Not where. When.
Ellison: What? What do you mean, when?
Sarah: I know that. I've seen it before.
John: Is that the Turk? That's Andy Goode's Turk.
Sarah: Three dots. You lying Terminator b*tch. You're building Skynet.
Weaver: No. I was building something to fight it. And I'd watch who's calling who a b*tch. Coming, James?
Weaver: After John Henry. Our boy.
Ellison: He's not my boy. And you, you...
Weaver: Do you mind picking up Savannah, then? Gymnastics ends at 5:30.
Sarah: John, we can't.
John: He's got her chip. He's got her. Mom.
Sarah: I'll stop it.
John: Where's Cameron? Where's her body?
Weaver: It doesn't go through.
Fuller: Got one. Got one.
John: One what? What? Please, I'm not metal.
Fuller: Don't move. Don't move.
John: I swear I haven't got anything. I'm... I'm human.
Fuller: Because I will blast you.
Derek: Stand down. Look in his eyes. He's got about as much metal in him as you do.
John: John. John Connor.
I know a lot of people, kid. I don't know you. Anybody heard the name
John Connor? Well, you know what? I think you're gonna be famous. My
brother's back, and you're wearing his coat.
Sarah: I love you too.