Terminator 3 Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Terminator 3 Script

             The future has not been written.

             There is no fate but what  we make for ourselves.

             I wish I could believe that.

             My name is John Connor.

             They tried to murder me  before I was born.

             When I was    they tried again.

             Machines from the future.


             All my life, my mother told me  the storm was coming.

             - Judgment Day. - Connor!

             The beginning of a war  between man and machines.

             Three billion lives  would vanish in an instant.

             And I would lead what was left  of the human race to ultimate victory.

             It hasn't happened.

             No bombs fell.

             Computers didn't take control.

             We stopped Judgment Day.

             I should feel safe...

             ... but I don't.

             So I live off the grid.

             No phone, no address.

             No one and nothing can find me.

             I've erased all connections  to the past.

             But as hard as I try...

             ... I can't erase my dreams...

             ... my nightmares.

             I feel the weight of the future  bearing down on me.

             A future I don't want.

             So I keep running...

             ... as fast as I can.



            Oh, my God.

            Are you okay?

            Do you want me to call    ?

             I like this car.

              What are you...?


               You, in the silver Lexus. Slow down.

               Slow down and pull over immediately.

              Lady, have you any idea how fast you were going?

              Let me see your license and registration.

              I like your gun.


              This stupid thing's not working.

              What's wrong with this thing?

              I hate machines.

              - Hello?  - Kate, it's your father.

              You're blowing me off again.

              I'm so sorry. You know how much I wanted to see you this weekend.

               - We're having computer problems... - I know, you can't talk about it.

              It's just...

              ...Scott was really looking forward to this.

               Katie. I wish I had more time  to get to know him. I really do.

              That's okay. You're bound to run into him at the wedding.

              Please. I'm still in a state of denial about that.

              - You're not the only one.  - Hey, kiddo.

              You don't need me to pass judgment on this guy.

              You've done the right thing your whole life.

               You won't make a mistake.  You never do.

               I'm the luckiest father  in the world, you know?

              I've never had to be afraid for my daughter.

               Listen, I hate this. I gotta run. Come  see me. I promise I won't cancel.

              We will.

               - Bye, Dad, I love you. - Love you too.

              - Okay, what have we got? - This new computer virus is tricky.

              It's infected half the civilian Internet as well as secondary military apps.

              - Payroll, inventory. - Primary defence nets are still clean?

              So far the firewalls are holding up.

              Sir, the Pentagon has proposed we use our Al to scan the infrastructure.

              Search and destroy for any hint of the virus.

              I know, Tony, but that's like going after a fly with a bazooka.

              Once the connection's made, it should only be a few minutes.

              During which we put everything under the control of one computer system.

              The most intelligent system ever conceived.

              I still prefer to keep humans in the loop.

              I'm not sure Skynet's ready.

              Yes, sir.


              You're supposed to go around to the back.

              Hey, I said you're supposed to go...

              - Take off your clothes. - Patience, honey.

              Bitch. Wait your turn.

              - Your clothes. - Talk to the hand.


               Welcome to Jim's Burgers.  Can I take your order?

              - Jose Barrera?  - Yeah, that's me.

               Growing concern over widespread  outages in the global digital network...

               ... have prompted rumours  of a new computer super-virus.

               - Wall Street analysts are confident... - Shit! My mom's home.

              Here. Hide the beer. Hide the beer. Here. Take that.

              Go, go, go.

              Elizabeth and William Anderson?

              I'm Bill. My sister's upstairs. Is there something wrong?

              What's going on?

              I have to go to the clinic. It's an emergency.

              It's  :   in the morning.

              Well, I'll be back before you get up.

              Cool it, guys, it's just me.

              We've got a sick cat coming in.



              Please, don't do that.

              I suppose it was you who ripped us off last week.

              Put the phone down.


              I just...

              I needed some medicine.

              There's an emergency clinic half a mile away.

              Can't do that.

              How much did you take?

              - Enough. - Well...

              ...this is the stuff we use to chemically neuter dogs.

              Take a look.


              Jesus! You didn't have to do that!

              Next time bring a clue, not a paintball gun.

              - No, this isn't what you think. - Yeah, right.

              I think Hercules has got pneumonia. He started coughing and won't stop.

              - Betsy, I've got a problem in the back. - A problem? This is an emergency!

              - It sounds like a hairball. - I know what a hairball sounds like.

              - Where's Dr. Monroe? - It's  :   in the morning.

              I'm sure he's home sleeping. He'll come in if he has to.

              Just wait in here with Hercules and I'll be a few minutes, all right?

              Mike Kripke's basement.

              What? What does that mean?

              You're John Connor.

              I'm Kate Brewster.

              We went to West Hills Junior High together.

              - Jesus. - What happened to you, John?

              Middle of eighth grade, you just disappeared.

              And there was that thing about your foster parents.

              Yeah, they were murdered.

              I didn't do it.

              What the hell?

              Is somebody with you?

              Katherine Brewster?


              John Connor was here. Where did he go?

              Tell me. Where did he go?

              Katherine Brewster?

              What are you doing? Let me down!

              Let me down! Let me down!

              Where is John Connor?

              If I tell you, will you let me go?



              ...in the kennel, in a cage.

              You said that you'd let me go.

              I lied.

              Please, please, please. You have to let me go!

              John Connor.

              It is time.

              You here to kill me?

              No. You must live.

              Why are you here?

              - Where are we going? - Keep moving.

              Get out of here.


              - No pulse. - See if you can get him down.

              I can't.

              This guy weighs a ton.

               -    . - Yes. Yes. I'm being kidnapped.

               - Where are you now? - I don't know where. I'm in my truck.

              It's a Toyota Tundra.

              It says "Emery Animal Hospital" on the side. I'm locked inside the back.



              Shit! Shit!

              Get off.

              Let me out!

              What are you doing here?

              You tell me. You got me into this.

              - Stop the car. - I can't. Not yet.

              - You bastard! Stop the car! - Shut up!

              Son of a bitch.

              Goddamn it.

              Look what you did to my car.

              This is my company car, asshole.

              Get your ass out here.

              Get your ass out of the car. Now!

              What are you doing?

              If you don't have insurance, I'm gonna rip your balls off.

              - I don't want any problems, okay? - Shut up!


              Who's talking back there? What's going on?

              - Calm down. - Shut up!

              - I'm being kidnapped! Call the police! - Well, I'll be goddamned.

              - Call    ! - A cop when you need one.

              Help, please! Please!

              Let me out of here! Help!

              Get back here, asshole!

              That's the cops! You have to pull over!

              Yeah, first chance I get.

              Hold on!

              Stop it!

              I'll drive.

              Get out.

              Excuse me.

              Move over.

              No sign of brain trauma.

              Yeah, I'm fine, thanks.

              Do you even remember me?

              Sarah Connor? Blowing up Cyberdyne?

              "Hasta la vista, baby." Ring any bells?

              That was a different T-   .

              What, do you come off an assembly line or something?


              Oh, man. I'm gonna have to teach you everything all over again.

              Katherine Brewster, have you sustained injury?

              Drop dead, you asshole!

              I'm unable to comply.

              Where are you taking me?

              To a safe location.

              All right, get off at the next exit. Let her out.

              Negative. Katherine Brewster must be protected.

              - I thought they were after me. - You could not be located.

              So a T-X was sent back through time to eliminate your lieutenants.

              So she's gonna be in the Resistance?

              No, no. No, you shouldn't even exist.

              I mean, we took out Cyberdyne over    years ago.

              - We stopped Judgment Day. - You only postponed it.

              Judgment Day is inevitable.

              I require a cutting tool.

              Here, take the wheel.

              - What are you doing? - I am powered by hydrogen fuel cells.

              My primary cell was damaged by a plasma attack.

              T-X is designed for extreme combat, driven by a plasma reactor...

              ...and equipped with onboard weapons.

              Its arsenal includes...

              ...nanotechnological transjectors.

              - Meaning? - It can control other machines.

              Its body chassis is heavily armoured and hardened to withstand attack.

              - You'll find a way to destroy her. - Unlikely.

              I'm an obsolete design.

              T-X is faster, more powerful and more intelligent.

              It's a far more effective killing machine.

              Oh, great.

              That's great.

              My presence in this timeline has been anticipated.

              T-X is designed to terminate other cybernetic organisms.

              So she's an anti-Terminator Terminator?

              You've gotta be shitting me.

              No, I am not shitting you.

              When ruptured, the fuel cells become unstable.


              - Let me out of here! - Relax!

              Man, this is wack.

              It's been like this for hours. Every goddamn station.


              Hey! Are you gonna pay for that?

              Talk to the hand.

              Help! Help me!


              I think we better go.


              You're kidnapping me.

              - Look... - God, you were always a delinquent.

              And look at you now, sitting there like the bad-boy thing still works.

              What are you, some kind of gang member?

              How do you live with yourself?


              Tell her who I am.

              John Connor is leader of the Worldwide Resistance...

              ...and last hope of humankind.

              Right. And him?

              He's a robot from the future.

              Living tissue over a metal skeleton, sent back in time to protect me.

              Go to hell.

              He doesn't mean you any harm.

              I have a fiancé.

              He's gonna be looking for me.

              What is it that you want?



              ...if you knew you were gonna do something important with your life.

              Something amazing.

              Maybe the most important thing anyone has ever done.

              But there's a catch.

              Something terrible has to happen.

              You couldn't...

              ...live with yourself if you didn't try to stop it, but...

              What are you talking about?

              It's just... The life you know...

              ...all the stuff that you take for granted...

              ...it's not gonna last.

              Mike Kripke.

              Back there, why did you say "Kripke's basement"?

              Because Mike Kripke's house...

              ...that's where the kids used to go make out, right?

              So you and me... Wait, did we...?

              Holy shit, we did.

              We made out in Kripke's basement. I cannot believe you remembered that.

              I must have made some kind of impression.

              Give me a break.

              I only remembered because the next day you were in the news.

              Wait a second. You and me hooked up the day before I first met him.

              And now again,    years later.

              We were supposed to meet.



              Hon? Did you just get in?

              Hi, I'm Detective Edwards, L.A.P.D. This is Detective Bell.

              We're looking for Katherine Brewster. Is she here?


              - You're her fiancé, Scott Mason? - Yes.

              There was an incident at the veterinary hospital where she works.

              We're concerned something may have happened to her.

              Where is she?

              We got a report from a gas station attendant near Victorville...

              ...about a possible kidnapping and it might be related.

              I'll help you find her.

              Come with me.


              Your mother?

              I never even knew where she was buried.

              I hit the road the day she died.

              Why did you bring me here?

              No! What are you doing?

              Hey, stop!

              Get away from it! Stop!

              Sarah Connor was cremated in Mexico.

              Her friends scattered her ashes in the sea.

              They stored these weapons in accordance with her will.

              What happened to her?


              I'm sorry.

              We were living in Baja when she was diagnosed.

              They only gave her six months.

              But she fought for three years.

              Long enough to make sure.

              To make sure?

              That the world didn't end.

              "Every day after this one is a gift."

              She told me, "We made it. We're free."

              But I never really believed that.

              I guess she didn't either.

              You know you were about the closest thing to a father I ever had?

              How pathetic is that?

              Out of my way!

              My mission is to protect you.

              That's enough.

              Move or I'll do it! I swear I will! I'll shoot you!

              Go ahead. See what happens.

              Don't do that.

              Oh, my God.

               This is the police.  We have the building surrounded.

               Release your hostage!

              Just leave me here. I'm not the one you want. You're wasting your time.

              Incorrect. John Connor leads the Resistance to victory.


              Why? Why me?

              You are John Connor.

              Christ, my mom fed me that bullshit since the cradle.

              Look at me. I'm no leader, I never was!

              I'm never gonna...

              Let go.

              You're right. You're not the one I want.

              I'm wasting my time.

              Fuck you, you fucking machine!


              Oh, you were just dicking with me?

              Anger is more useful than despair.


              Basic psychology is among my subroutines.

              Perps still holed up?


              Good news. Your fiancée's okay.

              Where is she?

              Greenlawn Cemetery, up off the   freeway.

              It's right by the desert. But they're gonna bring her back to the...

              Oh, my God! Oh, my dear Jesus! God!

              You're safe now. They can't hurt you.

              Kate, my name is Dr. Silberman.

              I'm a post-trauma counsellor for the sheriff's department.

              How are you feeling?

              He's not human.

              He's really not human.

              I know what it's like to be in a hostage situation.

              I've been there myself.

              The fear, the adrenaline.

              You find yourself imagining things.

              Impossible things.

              Crazy things.

              Insane things.

              Take years to get over it.

              - Go, go, go! - Move it!

              Drop your weapon!

              And the coffin!

              Take him down! Take him down!

               Resume fire!

              We must reacquire Katherine Brewster.

              Why? What makes her so goddamn important?

              Through her, you contact remnants of the military...

              ...and learn how to fight Skynet, forming the core of the Resistance.

              Later, your children will become important.

              - What? - She's your wife.

              Get in!

              Do you want to live? Come on!

              - It was Scott! How could it be Scott? - Your fiancé?

              The T-X is polymimetic, able to take the form of anything it touches.

              Your fiancé is dead.

              Oh, my God!

              Do something!

              Get down.

              We need a new vehicle.

              Hey, come on.

              We gotta keep moving.

              She killed Scott because of me.

              Look, I know this won't help...

              ...but sometimes things happen that we just can't change.

              It's not your fault.

              Are you sure about this?

              About her and me, I mean.

              Your confusion is not rational. She's a healthy female of breeding age.

              There's more to it than that.

              My database does not encompass the dynamics of human pair bonding.

              So this Terminatrix, how many others does she have on her hit list?

              Twenty-two. Anderson, Elizabeth. Anderson, William.

              Barrera, Jose. Brewster, Robert.

              My father?

              Having failed to acquire its primary target...

              ...T-X will resume its default program.

              - She's gonna kill my father too? - There's a high probability.

              - No. - Who is he? What does he do?

              He's in the Air Force. Weapon design, secret stuff. I don't know, exactly.

              General Robert Brewster is program director of CRS...

              ...Cyber Research Systems, autonomous weapons division.

              Skynet. You're talking about Skynet.

              Skynet is one of the digital defence systems developed under Brewster.

              Oh, God.

              Oh, my God. Of course.

              It all makes sense now.

              If you hadn't come back when I was a kid, changed everything...

              ...we would have gotten together then. I would have met her father.

              - Don't you see? - I don't understand.

              Your father. This is all about your father.

              He's the key. He always was.

              Your father is the one who can shut Skynet down.

              He's the only one who ever could.

              We have to get to him before the T-X does.

              Negative. I cannot jeopardize my mission.

              This is your mission, to save people!

              My mission is to ensure the survival of John Connor and Katherine Brewster.

              I am giving you an order.

              I am not programmed to follow your orders.

              - After the nuclear war, you both... - Nuclear war?!

              There doesn't have to be a war! We can stop it!

              There is insufficient time.

              The first launch sequences will be initiated at  :   p.m.

              - What, today? - Affirmative.

              John, what is he saying?

              Judgment Day.

              The end of the world.

              It's today, three hours from now.

              Two hours and    minutes.

              We must continue south into Mexico to escape the primary blast zones.

              No, we have to get to her dad.

              The Mojave area will sustain significant nuclear fallout.

              You will not survive.

              You mean we go hide somewhere in a hole while the bombs fall?

              It is your destiny.

              - Fuck my destiny. - John.

              You cannot self-terminate.

              No, you can't. I can do whatever I want.

              I'm a human being. I'm not some goddamn robot.

              - Cybernetic organism. - Whatever!

              Either we get her father to shut Skynet down...

              ...stop this shit from ever happening, or so much for the great John Connor.

              Because your future, my destiny, I don't want any part of it. I never did.

              Based on your pupil dilation, skin temperature and motor functions...

              ...I calculate an   % probability that you will not pull the trigger.

              Please do what he says. You have to save my father!

              We can reach CRS in approximately one hour...

              ...depending on traffic conditions.

              I can't get a line.

              The whole cell network is down.

              Skynet is assuming control over global communications...

              ...in preparation for its attack.

              So if this war is between people and machines...

              ...why are you on our side?

              The Resistance captured me and reprogrammed my CPU.

              I was originally designed for assassination missions.


              ...you don't really care if this mission succeeds or not.

              If we get killed, does that mean anything to you?

              If you were to die, I will become useless.

              There will be no reason for me to exist.

              Thank you for doing this.

              Your gratitude is not required.

              I am programmed to follow your commands.

              Her commands?

              Katherine Brewster had me reactivated...

              ...and sent through the time displacement field.

              What exactly am I in this future of yours?

              You're John Connor's spouse and second-in-command.

              No, I...


              You're a mess.

              Hey, you're not exactly my type, either.

              Why didn't I send you back?

              I am not authorized to answer your question.

              - Why didn't he send you back? - He was dead.

              Well, that sucks.

              - Humans inevitably die. - Yeah, I know.

              So how does it...? No.

              Maybe I don't want to know.

              How does he die?

              John Connor was terminated on July  th,     .

              I was selected for the emotional attachment he had for my model...

              ...due to his boyhood experiences. This aided in my infiltration.

              What are you saying?

              I killed you.

              This has to be a mistake. As of      all military systems were secure.

              They were. Only the civilian sector was affected. Internet, air traffic.

              Minutes ago, guidance computers at Vandenberg crashed.

              We thought it was an error. It looks like the virus.

              - Early warning in Alaska is down. - Satellite signals are scrambled.

              What about the missile silos, the subs?

              We've lost contact.

              You're saying this country is completely open to attack.

              Theoretically, we could be under attack already.

              Who's doing this? A foreign power or some computer hacker in his garage?

              We can't trace the virus or pin it down.

              It keeps growing and changing, like it has a mind of its own.

              This can't be happening.

              The Pentagon's on the secure line. It's the chairman.

              All right.


                ...none of this is gonna happen.

                We get to your dad, get him to pull the plug on Skynet. The bombs won't fall.

                He won't have to kill me someday.

                He'll never even exist.

                You and I, we can just go our separate ways.

                You know, Mike Kripke's basement...

                That was the first time I ever kissed a guy.


                Your levity is good.

                It relieves tension and the fear of death.

                 We're hoping you have  a solution for us.

                I know, sir, but Skynet is not ready for a system-wide connection.

                 That's not what your civilian  counterparts there told me.

                 They say we can stop  this damn virus.

                 I understand there's a certain amount  of performance anxiety...

                 ... but your boys say if we plug Skynet  into all of our systems...

                 ... it'll squash this thing and give me  back control of my military.

                Mr. Chairman, I need to make myself very clear.

                If we uplink now, Skynet will be in control of your military.

                 But you'll be in control  of Skynet, right?

                That is correct, sir.

                 Then do it.

                 And, Brewster, if this thing works...

                 ... you'll get all the funding  you'll ever need.

                Yes, sir.


                Shall I?


                It's my job now.

                 - Skynet Defence System activated. - We're in.

                We're past the firewalls, local defence nets, Minutemen, subs.

                Skynet's fully operational, processing at    teraflops a second.

                It should take less than a minute to find the virus and kill it.

                Let's pray to God this works.

                Power failure?

                No. I don't know what it is.

                What the hell is going on?


                What are you doing here?

                Daddy! Get away from it!

                Watch out!

                Daddy, don't move.

                She'll be back.

                We have to shut down Skynet.

                Where's the system core? In this building?

                Skynet. The virus has infected Skynet.

                Skynet is the virus! It's why everything's falling apart!

                Skynet has become self-aware.

                In one hour it will initiate a massive nuclear attack on its enemy.

                What enemy?



                Oh, God! It's the machines. They're starting to take over.

                My office, on this floor, we have to get there.

                The access codes are in my safe.

                - Why are they killing everyone? - To destroy any threat to Skynet.

                Which ones are the codes?

                Red envelope.

                Crystal Peak. You have to get to Crystal Peak.

                - What is he saying? - Crystal Peak.

                A hardened facility in the Sierra Nevada mountains.

                Fifty-two miles northeast, bearing  .  degrees.

                That's the system core?

                It's your only chance.

                You'll need a plane. The particle accelerator leads to the runway.

                Take care of my daughter.

                Oh, Katie, I am sorry.

                I opened Pandora's box.

                Get down!

                There's nothing you can do. Come on.

                We must go. It is not safe here.

                Kate, we have to go.

                Kate! He wanted you to come with me.

                He wanted us to shut Skynet down. Come on.

                Come on.


                Let's go.

                That's it. We can follow it out to the runway.

                Come on.



                You remind me of my mother.

                Oh, God. She's coming.

                What are you doing?

                Powering up.

                Come on.

                It's working.

                Just die, you bitch!

                Come on.

                There's my father's plane. I trained on it.

                Yes! He made it.

                Get away from me.



                Let's go!

                - The master's on. Throttle's set. - Come on. Let's go.

                Oh, please. You can't do this.

                I have no choice.

                The T-X...

                ...has corrupted my system.

                You can't kill a human being. You said so yourself.

                Let him go!

                You're fighting it right now.

                My CPU is intact.

                But I cannot control my other functions.

                You don't have to do this. You don't want to do this!

                Desire is irrelevant.

                I am a machine.

                What is your mission?

                To ensure the survival of John Connor...

                ...and Katherine Brewster.

                You are about to fail that mission!

                I can... I cannot.

                You know what you have to do.

                You know my destiny.

                I have to live.

                - Are you okay? - What happened?

                He couldn't do it. He shut himself down.

                - Can you fly? - Yeah.

                Okay.     degrees...

                ...   miles, our max air speed is about    .

                We've got    minutes.

                It's just you and me now.

                What if we can't stop it?

                There's enough C-  here to take out    supercomputers.

                We're gonna make it, Kate.

                The future is up to us.

                That's gotta be it.

                Skynet. There may be more of them.

                Come on.

                I think this is some kind of blast door.

                There's no way we can blow through this thing.

                John, look.

                Now what?

                It's a code prompt.

                Type in "Dakota    ".

                "Red    ".

                Come on! We gotta get this thing open.

                Here. It's "Avalon    ".

                Put it in!

                Come on!

                I'm back.

                Go! Now!

                Come on!

                - Thank you. - We'll meet again.


                Come on!

                You are terminated.

                The elevator.

                I'll set the detonator for five minutes.

                That should give us enough time to get back up.

                What is this place?

                These computers are    years old.

                This isn't Skynet.

                There's nothing here.

                This is a fallout shelter for VIPs.

                Only they never got the warning.

                Goddamn it!

                There's nothing here!

                Why didn't he tell us?

                Why did he lead us down here?

                To live.

                That was his mission.

                There was never any stopping it.


                ...we could just...

                ...let it go.


                 Hello? Can somebody hear me?

                This is Montana Civil Defence.

                 Somebody please come in.

                 Is there anybody there?

                 Anyone reading me? Over.

                 Rumours about a launch sequence.

                 Command and control  have broken down.

                 Is anyone receiving me?  Somebody?

                 Somebody please come in.

                 Anybody out there?

                 - SAC Nellis. We're under attack.  - CQ? CQ?

                 Is anybody there?

                This is John Connor at Crystal Peak.

                 Connor? What the hell is happening?  Who's in charge there?

                I am.

                 Connor, can you help us?

                 This is Montana Civil Defence.  Where did you say you were again?

                 By the time Skynet  became self-aware...

                 ... it had spread into millions of  computer servers across the planet.

                 Ordinary computers in office  buildings, dorm rooms, everywhere.

                 It was software in cyberspace.

                 There was no system core.  It could not be shut down.

                 The attack began at  :   p.m.,  just as he said it would.

                 Judgment Day.

                 The day the human race  was nearly destroyed...

                 ... by weapons they'd built  to protect themselves.

                 I should have realized our destiny  was never to stop Judgment Day.

                 It was merely to survive it...

                 ... together.

                 The Terminator knew.

                 He tried to tell us...

                 ... but I didn't want to hear it.

                 Maybe the future has been written.  I don't know.

                 All I know is what  the Terminator taught me:

                 Never stop fighting.

                 And I never will.

                 The battle has just begun.

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