- I never even knew where she was buried.

I—I hit the road the day she died.

Why did you bring me here?

No! What are you doing!

Hey, wait! Stop!

Get away from it! Stop!

- Sarah Connor was creamated in Mexico.

Her friends scattered her ashes in the sea.

They stored these weapons in accordance to her will.

Katherine: What happened to her?

- Leukemia.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- We were living in Baja when she was diagnosed.

And they only gave her six months.

Well, she fought for three years.

Long enough to make sure...

- To make sure...?

- The world didn't end.

[John sighs]

"Every day after this one is a gift," she told me.

"We made it, we're free."

But I never really believed that.

Guess she didn't either.

Now, you were about the closest thing to a father I ever had.

How pathetic is that?

[Katherine cocks gun] Out of my way!

- My mission is to protect you.

- That's enough.

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

John: Go ahead, see what happens.

[spits]

- Don't do that.

[whispers] Oh my God.

[object tumbles loudly]

- It is the police!

We have the building surrounded!

Release your hostages!

[police radio]

John: [coughs] Just leave me here.

I'm not the one you want. You're wasting your time.

- Incorrect.

John Connor leads the Resistance to victory.

- How?

Why? Why me?

- You are John Connor.

- Christ! My mum fed me that bullshit since the cradle.

Look at me, I'm not—

I'm no leader, I never was! I'm—I'm never going to—

[John gags]

—et go!

- You're right.

You're not the one I want.

I'm wasting my time.

[chokes]

- Fuck you!

—fucking machine!

- Better.

- Oh, you were just dicking with me?

- Anger is more useful than dispair.

- What?

- Basic psychology is among my subroutines.