Okay, time-out. Stop the bike.
Time-out. Come on, stop the bike.
Holy shit. Now, don't take this the wrong way.
-You are a Terminator, right? -Yes. Cyberdyne Systems, Model 101.
Holy shit. You're really real.
I mean... You're like a machine underneath, right? But alive outside?
I'm a cybernetic organism. Living tissue over metal endoskeleton.
This is intense. Get a grip, John.
Okay. You're not here to kill me.
I figured that part out for myself.
-So what's the deal? -My mission is to protect you.
-Yeah? Who sent you? -You did.
Thirty-five years from now... you reprogrammed me to be your protector here in this time.
Oh, this is deep.
-So this other guy, he's a Terminator like you, right? -Not like me.
A T-1000, advanced prototype.
-More advanced than you are? -Yes. A mimetic poly-alloy.
-What the hell does that mean? -Liquid metal.
-Where are we going? -We have to get out of the city immediately and avoid the authorities.
-I gotta stop by my house. I wanna pick up some stuff. -Negative.
The T-1000 would definitely try to reacquire you there.
-You sure? -I would.
Look, Todd and Janelle are dicks... but I gotta warn 'em.
Shit. You got a quarter?
-Hello. -Janelle, it's me. -John?
-Is everything all right? Are you guys okay? -Sure, honey, everything's okay.
-Are you all right? -Yeah, I'm fine.
John, it's late. I was beginning to worry about you.
If you hurry home, we can sit down and have dinner together. I'm making beef stew.
-Something's wrong. She's never this nice. -Where are you?
What the hell is the goddamn dog barking at?
Hey, shut up, you worthless piece of shit!
The dog's really barking.
You were gonna tell the kid to get rid of that mutt.
-John, it's late. Please don't make me worry. -Could he already be there?
-Are you okay? -I'm right here. I'm fine. -Are you sure you're all right?
-What's the dog's name? -Max.
Hey,Janelle. What's wrong with Wolfie?
-I can hear him barking. Is he okay? -Wolfie's fine, honey. Wolfie's just fine.
-Where are you? -Your foster parents are dead.
I need a minute here.
You're telling me that this thing can imitate anything it touches?
Anything it samples by physical contact.
It could disguise itself as a pack of cigarettes?
No, only an object of equal size.
Why not just become a bomb or something to get me?
It can't form complex machines. Guns and explosives have chemicals, moving parts.
It doesn't work that way. But it can form solid metal shapes.
-Like what? -Knives and stabbing weapons.