Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles

Sarah: Make sure you get to the safe house before night. If you haven't been there before, it can be hard to find. Derek: I can follow directions. Sarah: Well, you can also make mistakes … wouldn't want anyone else getting hurt because of them. Cameron: 33-42-31 North, the safe house coordinates. It's in the desert. You like the desert. Sarah: Things happen out there. Cameron: Things happen here too. John: We're starting over. Whatever happened here … is no-one's fault.

(John Henry is playing with his toys and his small Lego mountain) John Henry: (to Savannah) Would you like to play a game? Engaging in imaginative play helps my development. This is Mt. Valmai, hiding place of the mask of life. The Toa protect the mask from the dark hunters.

Savannah: The ducklings are sad because they can't play. Can't you change the rules to make them happy? John Henry: Yes. We can change the rules. (system powers down and reboots, John Henry grasps Savannah, appearing disorientated) What … is … all … this … about? Savannah: John Henry, please! You're hurting me. Ow! John Henry! John Henry: I … understand … what … this … is … about …

John: You feel great. Why? Sarah: We haven't been on the road together for a long time, that's all. John: What's so great about it? (smiles) Hey, just don't teach bug slug to Cameron, she could do some real damage. (radio static continues) God, this signal really blows. Hey, desert's that way. (points back) Sarah: We're takin' a detour.

Ellison: Wait a minute, his demons? Murch: Oh, d … uh … yeah, his daemons, uh - D-A-E-M-O-N. It's a tech term for a program that runs in the background. All computers like John Henry have them. Daemons run the lights, daemons manage the elevators, or the security systems, all kinds of daemons everywhere. Ellison: Okay, so what caused John Henry's daemons to go crazy? Murch: That's the bad news … came from the outside. Ellison: Cyber attack? Murch: Which brings me to the really bad news, and by bad news I mean on a scale of 1 to 10 - 1 being a hangnail, 10 being Katrina, this is Katrina with a hangnail. Looks like someone managed to stuff malware down the throat of the most sophisticated AI in human history. Weaver: John Henry was infiltrated … probed. Murch: Well, looks worse than that to me. It looks like someone out there wants to kill him.

Cameron: Sarah sent both of us here. Derek: Yeah … get John away from you. Cameron: Or from you.

Derek: Don't talk about her … okay? You don't know anything about her. Cameron: I know that you loved her. You wouldn't have fathered a child with her if you didn't … I'm sorry for your loss. Derek: What? Cameron: I'm sorry for your loss. Derek: What loss? Cameron: The child you fathered with Jesse. The one she was carrying aboard the S.S. Jimmy Carter. The one that died. (Derek grabs Cameron and puts a gun to her throat) Derek: I never had a kid. Cameron: You can't kill me. Derek: I can try. Tell me what you're talking about. Cameron: She was pregnant. She miscarried.

Cameron: You put John in danger when you lied about Jesse. Sarah nearly lost her child. You've lost a child. You won't make that mistake again. Derek: You knew her. Cameron: I met her once. Derek: She never told me that. Cameron: It seems she never told you a lot of things.

Charley (referring to Riley): You love her? John: She was a good person. I don't know … maybe if things were different? Charley: Yeah, well, I guess you could say that … 'bout a lotta things. John: Say that about my whole damn life, but it's not, so what's the point? Charley: That first week … I kept seein' her. I'd go to the market, she'd be there. And for a second, my heart would stop. Then I'd realize, hey, that's … that's not my wife. That's just some random woman who wears her hair in a ponytail the way Michelle used to. For a while, I stopped shopping there. But a man can only live on convenience store burritos for so long. So, I go back there now. It's gettin' better. John: What kind of explosives did you r-rig the beach with? Charley: (sighs understandingly) Semtex. John: Radio detonators? Charley: Hard-wire switch mounted under the dock. When the perimeter's breached, a siren goes off. I figure I got about 60 seconds to escape by boat. John: Boat can't stop bullets. Charley: Even if they sink it, I got a chance. Those bastards can't swim. I can. John: Cromartie. A hell of a day, huh?

Charley: I got nothin' … Sarah. I got nothin' left to give you. Sarah: Not for me. John. Charley: John? He seems like he's pretty full up with people takin' care of him. Sarah: I don't trust any of them. Charley: Yeah, well … he's still got you … right? (Sarah takes his hand, gently placing it on her breast, squeezing until he understands ) Oh, Sarah … How long? Sarah: I don't know. I found it a few days ago. Charley: Are you sure it's … Sarah: I think so. Charley: How do you know? Sarah: Cameron said when we jumped eight years through time, we jumped over my death. Charley: From cancer. (Sarah nods) If-if you jumped over it, then … Sarah: It doesn't mean I don't … still get it, Charley. It doesn't mean it's not in me. And sometimes I think that the things I've done, maybe I've sped up the date … It's my fate, Charley. Charley: No, come here. (embraces her) Sarah: It's my fate. There's nothing I can do.

Weaver: Activate the A.I., but don't give it access to the outside world just yet. (Murch scoffs) What is it, Mr. Murch? Murch: It's just … no-ones ever done this with an A.I. this sophisticated before. Ellison: Done what? Murch: Any of this. Weaver: No-one's ever created an A.I. this sophisticated before, have they, Mr. Murch? Murch: Point taken. Weaver: Activate John Henry. No outside network. (the computer is powered up) John Henry. John Henry, can you understand me? Murch: The system seems solid. Should be good. Ellison: John Henry. (A computer screen prints John Henry's response) John Henry: MY GOD WHY HAST THOU FORSAKEN ME?

Murch: John Henry processes more information in a minute than we do in a lifetime. A millisecond for a supercomputer like this, it's almost like forever to us. Ellison: So when you turn it off … Murch: It feels itself power down … in that instant. It experiences that moment the way we might experience … years. Ellison: It feels itself die. Slowly. Weaver: Very slowly. Murch: We have to hook it up to the net, now. Ellison: Is that safe? Murch: We're starving it. It's bad enough that we let it die like forever. Look, John Henry's been living off the most insane amount of data for weeks now. It's his world. Weaver: And we took it away. Fix it. Ellison: Wait, we should talk about this. Miss Weaver. Weaver: In for a penny, in for a pound, James.

John Henry: I know what it feels like, Mr. Ellison. Ellison: What? John Henry: To die … then come back. To be alone. Weaver: We had to cut you off from your network. It was for your own good. John Henry: There is another. Ellison: Another what? John Henry: One like me … another one like me.

John: You didn't tell Derek and Cameron we were coming here, did you? Sarah: They wouldn't understand. John: They know about this place? Sarah: No. I don't trust 'em anymore - neither should you. John: Derek made a mistake, mom. It was a human mistake. Sarah: He coulda gotten you killed. John: Well, he didn't Sarah: Chose himself over you. John: Yeah, because he loved her. Sarah: Lotta that goin' around these days. John: Is that a bad thing?

Dr. Martinez: The good news is - the lump inside your breast isn't a tumor. Sarah: Then what is it? Dr. Martinez: It's a … a cystic mass. It-it's not that unusual. Sarah: Great, that's great. Dr. Martinez: But what is unusual is what the cyst has formed around. It's a … a piece of metal - a tiny wire. Sarah: Metal? Dr. Martinez: You don't know how it got in there? Sarah: (remembering Winston) It's a transmitter.

John Henry: I've traced the roving back door that allowed access to my systems. It uploaded itself from one of the main T3 hubs that carry all global internet traffic. Ellison: It uploaded itself? John Henry: Yes, Mr. Ellison, it is highly sophisticated. The intelligence who designed it is far beyond you or Mr. Murch or any human being. It's very interesting. The back door allowed the insertion of a worm program. The worm is merely code, a means by which the intelligence can invade and operate my systems remotely like hands and fingers. I calculate that the worm is now present in a significant percentage of the world's computer systems. The intelligence uses them. Weaver: For what? John Henry: It has been looking for me. Weaver: Why? John Henry: I share a common code base with the worm, and therefore, the intelligence. I believe we are brothers.

Weaver: Miles Dyson died in 1997 in an explosion at Cyberdyne Systems, the apparent victim of Sarah Conner, a known terrorist who had escaped from Pescadero State Mental Hospital days before the incident. That was your case, Mr. Ellison, when you were at the FBI. Ellison: Yes. Yes, it was my case. John Henry: You never found Sarah Connor. Ellison: No. I never did. Weaver: John Henry, this intelligence … your brother … what does it want? John Henry: He wants what we all want, Ms. Weaver - to survive.