The Making of 'Terminator 2: Judgment Day' Page #4

Then there were some other guys.

She'd shack up with anybody

she could learn from...

so she could teach me how to be

this great military leader.

Then she gets busted.

It's like, "Sorry, kid, your mom's

a psycho. Didn't you know?"

Like everything I've been brought up

to believe is all made-up bullshit.

I hated her for that.

But everything she said was true.

She knew...

and nobody believed her...

not even me.

Listen. We gotta get her

out of there.

Negative. The T-1000's highest

probability for success now...

will be to copy Sarah Connor and wait

for you to make contact with her.

Great. What happens to her?

Typically, the subject being copied

is terminated.

Sh*t! Why didn't you tell me?

We gotta go right now!

Negative.

It's not a mission priority.

F*** you!

She's a priority to me!

Goddamn it!

What's your problem? Help!

This does not help our mission.

Get this psycho off of me!

Help!

I'm being kidnapped!

Get this psycho off of me!

Let me go!

Why did you do that?

Because you told me to.

What?

You have to do what I say?

That's one of my mission parameters.

Prove it.

Stand on one foot.

Yes!

Cool. My own Terminator. Wow.

You okay, kid?

Take a hike, bozo.

Let's get outta here, man.

F*** you, you little dipshit!

Dipshit?

Put your leg down.

- Did you call moi a dipshit?

- Just trying to help this punk.

Grab this guy.

Get him off of me!

Now who's the dipshit...

you jock douche bag?

Put the gun down now!

- Get outta here!

- Come on. Let's split!

You were gonna kill that guy!

Of course. I'm a Terminator.

Listen to me very carefully, okay?

You're not a Terminator anymore,

all right?

You got that?

You just can't go around

killing people.

Why?

What do you mean, why?

'Cause you can't.

Because you just can't.

Trust me on this.

Look. I'm gonna go get my mom.

I order you to help me.

You have a Sarah Connor here?

You're runnin' kind of late.

They've been in there for an hour.

Hold on a second.

l'll buzz you in.

Oh, here come your friends now.

- Gwen, you want some coffee?

- No, thanks.

- How 'bout a beer?

- Yeah, right.

- Hey, I got a full house.

- That's good, Louis.

Must be my lucky day.

You're right about number 24.

Increase the medication

to 250 milligrams.

- Same kind?

- Mm-hmm.

You!

You broke my arm.

There are 215 bones

in the human body.

That's one. Now, don't move.

What are you going to do?

Why do we stop now?

You gotta promise me

you're not gonna kill anyone, right?

- Right.

- Swear?

What?

Just put up your hand and say,

"I swear I won't kill anyone."

I swear I will not kill anyone.

All right. Let's go.

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