Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles s02e13 Episode Script

Previously on Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles You like me? The loner weirdo? That's why I came up to you that day.
I thought, since you're a weirdo, - you might get me.
- She's a security risk.
I'm gonna keep seeing Riley, even if everyone thinks it's a bad idea.
It's all gonna burn, and you're gonna be nothing but bleached skulls! You wanted to talk? I don't think I can do this anymore.
- What if I want out? - There is no out.
We're developing a human interactive AI.
Hello, Mr.
Ellison.
- My name's John Henry.
- The AI needs to be trained.
You taught it rules.
But it's got no ethics.
What does this mean to you? I keep seeing it in my dreams, John.
It's written in blood.
Mom, you're tired.
You've been sick.
Chasing killer robots will do that to you.
Tell me about the three dots.
In 1490, the Spanish explorer Cabeza de Vaca landed on the shores of the New World, seeking power and fortune.
He was immediately attacked and captured, almost all of his traveling companions murdered.
Enslaved, De Vaca chose to embrace his captors' beliefs and learn their ways.
He became a healer.
Over time, he was freed, and De Vaca attracted his own following, who believed he had the power over life and death.
The desert had transformed him.
He was not the first, and he would not be the last.
It's like the world's been pulled out from under my feet.
I don't know what's real and what's not.
Eileen, what you're describing is common among experiencers such as yourself.
When a person lives through something beyond human understanding, we experience fear.
A loss of control.
A sense of isolation.
And a deep, almost existential loneliness.
And you Miss fly on the wall.
What brings you here today? I'm Sarah.
Hello, Sarah.
Welcome.
I came here today because there have been reports of people seeing UFOs with this mark.
I need to find out what it means.
It's important to you.
I've been dreaming about it.
I'm having nightmares.
Are they nightmares, or memories? My son thinks I'm crazy.
Maybe not crazy.
Maybe that's the wrong word.
But he doubts me.
He's never doubted me before.
If there's one thing we understand here, it's doubt.
These are actual photos of the California drones.
These alien spacecraft have been spotted in various locations around the state.
Alien? Not military? Definitely not military.
The drone's loitering capability is far beyond anything our military has in its fleet.
The Predator, the Reaper None of them has anywhere near the presence that the drones do.
And the symbol? Some witnesses have reported seeing the three dots on the hull of the spacecraft.
The mark is also referred to in the Abraham blogs.
Abraham claims to be a scientist working on a top-secret alien-centered project being covered up by the authorities.
The metal hyper-alloy that he was working with exhibited a tensile strength far beyond our existing technology.
Fire, explosions, extreme pressure.
This metal could survive it all.
It was basically indestructible.
Abraham, where do I find him? Well, that's the million-dollar question.
I don't know.
No one knows.
Abraham blogged a few times, then he disappeared six months ago.
Think someone killed him? I know your type.
Come out, watch the kooks.
Have a good laugh at our expense.
- I'm not laughing at anyone.
- Enjoy the rest of the freak show.
Interested in Abraham? You coming home? No, I've got a lead.
I'll be home late.
From the Flying Saucer Convention.
The UFO experiencers, yes.
There's a blogger named Abraham.
He may have been working with endoskeleton metal.
Well, we all know how reliable bloggers are.
- Why do you have to be so sarcastic? - Mom Just be careful out there, okay? - And I thought my room was a disaster.
- Your room is a disaster.
Berry bonanza or peachy keen? - This is a work in progress, all right? - It sure is something.
You okay? I'm peachy keen.
Why, do I not look peachy keen? You're smiling with your mouth, but not your eyes.
You're doing it right now.
I flipped out at my foster mom.
- What do you mean, "flipped out"? - Two of the kids were fighting.
And it kind of got to me.
So I went on this little rant.
About what? They're just so naive, you know? They have no idea how good they have it.
All they do is complain about every little thing, and everyone at school's the exact same way.
It's like one big whine-athon.
You're so lucky your mom's homeschooling you.
Yeah, it's been awesome.
You didn't buy me a smoothie.
I'm sorry.
I didn't know you were here.
I'm always here.
You know what? I'm not sure we're gonna have enough paint.
Would you do me a favor and go out and get some? You have 420 square feet to paint.
What you have should be sufficient.
Two coats.
It's a bigger job than it looks.
I have a job too.
Well, could you do it in the other room? Please? Peachy keen is my favorite.
Come here.
You're a pretty girl.
What's your name? - Does Abraham know we're coming? - Abraham doesn't live here.
I do.
- But you said - You'll wanna see this.
Episode 2x12 V 1.
00 Abraham's a pseudonym.
Alan Park is his real name.
Has a masters from MIT.
Specialized in something called LIDAR.
- Light Detection And Ranging.
- If you know about it, then you know that lidar is an optical remote sensing technology.
Like radar.
Except with light.
Its main application is Robots.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
All I can offer you is tea.
- You seem more like a coffee type.
- So I've been told.
Type A.
Focused Goal-oriented.
And yet here I stand with a cup of chamomile tea.
- Can I ask you a personal question? - Could I stop you? What are you doing out here? In the desert.
Looking for answers.
About Abraham? Abraham, life.
Whether the government is hiding little green men in fallout shelters.
How to make the perfect cup of tea.
You? I haven't figured out all my questions yet.
Well, having a doubting Thomas in the house can't help.
How 'bout you? You got family? Or is this a one-gal operation? Just me, myself, and the coyotes.
Solitude.
I remember it fondly.
Most of the time, I love it.
Most of the time.
These are drone sightings.
And these are sightings of Abraham.
This one's the most recent.
Then that's where we'll start.
This room is so adorable.
How could you not like it? Because I'm not eight.
Plus, it's my mom's subconscious way of trying to keep me a kid.
The minute she took off, out came the paint brush.
- Where'd she go? - You don't wanna know.
- Yeah, I do, actually.
- Why? Because she's your mom, and I care about you.
Hey, you got somethin'.
- What happened to you? - Nothing.
- That's a bruise.
- John, it's nothing.
Who did that to you? John, please.
- Is that your foster dad? - No, it was no one, okay? - I'll kick his ass.
- John, it wasn't him, okay? I swear.
Just drop it, please.
The answer's still no.
I can't do what you're asking.
Shame.
I thought a night's sleep would change your mind.
I didn't sleep.
John Henry needs someone to talk to, now that Dr.
Sherman is gone.
Dr.
Sherman is gone because he it killed him.
It wasn't murder, Mr.
Ellison.
You said so yourself.
You also said I was remiss in creating John Henry without teaching him right from wrong.
This is our opportunity to correct that oversight.
"Our" opportunity? Your religious faith and paternal instinct make you the ideal candidate to foster his moral development.
That thing killed 20 FBI agents.
It needs a whole lot more than just a talking to.
The program responsible for those murders is gone.
The John Henry program is no more responsible for the deaths of those FBI agents than you or I.
Many believe tactile experience is integral to AI development.
His body is merely a puppet.
An interface.
We control him.
You control him.
And when John Henry completes his development when he realizes what his puppet is capable of do you know how powerful he'll be? Cows are more powerful than man, Mr.
Ellison.
But I'd still rather be the farmer with the rifle.
Talk to John Henry.
Teach him right from wrong.
You know, Abraham was spotted here a week ago.
- By who? - I don't know.
It was an anonymous posting in a UFO chat room.
Do you belong to many of the news groups? I'm not much for computers.
Usually, they go hand in hand.
Computers, technology, visitations.
Not for me.
I'm only interested in the drones.
In the markings.
The ones that Abraham saw.
- Everything comes back to Abraham.
- I guess so.
What are we doing here? Well Right now, I'm gonna go pee.
Abraham.
Where is he? If you know, tell me now.
I'm Abraham.
I'm the one you're looking for.
My real name is Alan Park.
What else is real? All of it.
All of it? The research, the blogs.
It's all true.
Except the woman part.
My life was in danger.
- I needed to hide.
- From who? - I don't know.
- Not good enough.
A few years after MIT, I went to work for an aerospace firm.
There, I was approached by a company that needed my expertise with lidar.
The money was good.
More than good.
It was incredible.
They gave us cars, company housing.
- What was the project? - Well, that's the thing.
I never knew.
No one knew.
We all signed NDAs.
Everybody worked in isolation.
But we had access to technology and materials I'd never seen.
Was it military? I started blogging.
Asking if anyone recognized what I was working with.
Strange things started to happen.
My apartment was broken into, and then one day I was driving home from work and my brakes went out.
The next morning, I went to the bank and withdrew all my savings.
- Went into hiding.
- Some disguise.
- I couldn't take any risks.
- Took a risk with me.
You know something about all of this that I don't.
I can tell.
You have proof? Can you prove anything you just told me? I have a piece.
The metal I was working with.
I stole a piece before I left.
- Where is it? - In the storage facility.
I rented it the day I disappeared.
I'll drive.
It's not safe.
It never is.
You all right? It's okay, if you're not.
I want you to tell me if you're not.
I'm all right.
Maybe this color red is too bright.
Maybe the brown was better.
The red's perfect.
You're just not used to it.
The lady in the store said I was an autumn.
I've never even seen autumn.
Why did you pick me? I always wanted to ask.
But you never have.
I thought you would tell me when the time was right.
I think the time is right.
No, sweetie.
The time's past.
- What happened to your face? - Nothing.
How did you get hurt? It was nothing.
I smacked into a door.
- What part? - What? Of the door.
I don't know.
Just the door.
I like your star.
Excuse me? Your tattoo.
It's tight.
Thank you.
I'm thinking of getting one.
Can I look at yours? - Did it hurt? - Not too much.
You stuck needles into your skin.
Needles can be painful.
What's going on? I'm looking at her star.
She's thinking about getting one.
A tattoo? Of what? A tiger or a wolf.
I haven't decided yet.
We need to talk.
I'm cool.
Really.
Talk.
Missed you at choir practice.
Don't think my wife doesn't notice when her best baritone is gone.
I'm sorry.
Things have been crazy.
Been going through a difficult time.
We need to see more of you, not less.
Do you remember I come from a big family? Seven kids.
Before Lila and I got married, we used to talk long about how many kids we were gonna have.
Family's a blessing.
Yeah, she wanted three, maybe four.
I was more in the four to five range.
Sounds like there was room for compromise.
Guess she wanted to wait until she made it through Quantico.
I agreed.
She graduated september 1, 2001.
We started trying in earnest that very night.
- Ten days later.
- September 11th.
She decided she didn't wanna get pregnant anymore.
Understandable reaction.
But she already was.
I didn't find out until after she had terminated it.
Always wondered what happened between you two.
Yeah, that's what happened.
When you called today, you said you wanted guidance.
Yeah, that's true.
This have something to do with Lila? Does it have something to do with the child? The child? Does this have something to do with the child? I don't know.
I don't know.
It's gone.
I swear, it was here.
Sarah, they must have broken in.
Who are you? - What do you want from me? - The truth.
I don't know.
My paychecks led to a shell corporation.
It's all a dead end.
You're lying.
- You're a liar and a fake.
- You're the fake! You're a mother.
You're a seeker.
You're a soldier.
You're everything.
But you're nothing.
You don't know anything about me.
Oh, really? I'm a man who lives as a woman, and you're a woman who lives as a Stop.
What made you so hard? - Who are you working for? - You almost got me killed.
Tell me.
Tell me about the metal.
About the symbols.
The bullets.
I could feel them.
They were close.
So close.
We nearly died.
You don't feel it.
Why don't you feel it? I don't hate them, you know.
They tried to kill you.
Twice.
They did kill me.
They killed Alan Park.
And I thank them for it.
They gave me a gift.
The life I was scared to lead.
Before this happened, I was a cog in the machine.
Ordinary, repressed.
How many people dare to live the life they dream of? Face their real fears about who they really are? Not their houses, or their jobs, or their habits, but their deepest, truest selves.
Do you have any idea what I'm talking about? I used to be a waitress.
They killed her too.
Tell me about your lab.
Where is it? They made sure we never knew.
The company came and picked us up every morning.
Drove us in a van with blacked-out windows to the facility.
What is it? There may be a way to help you remember.
What are you doing here? I'm sorry, Jesse.
No one's following me.
I double backed, like you taught me.
Jesse, I'm really sorry.
Don't get mad at me.
Phones.
That's why we have phones.
I just didn't know where else to go.
Not here, sweetie.
Any place but here.
I got kicked out of my foster home.
- You did what? - I got kicked out.
They threw me out, 'cause I hit Kay, my foster mom.
I was just freaking out.
You know, I started thinking about everything.
What's coming for all of us.
For them.
I need someone to talk to.
I need you.
I was thinking, instead of just getting another foster home, that maybe we could find someplace close together.
Like an apartment or something.
I'll just tell John that I quit school, and we can be together.
I'm not here to babysit.
And you're not here to feel sorry for yourself.
I'm not your friend.
I am not your mother.
And you are here to keep John Connor away from her.
Go finish your job.
Go.
She's lying.
About what? I don't know, but her pulse was elevated and her hand was perspiring.
She's lying.
Yeah, her pulse was elevated because you were freaking her out.
As usual.
- What happened to her face? - I don't know.
She didn't say.
I can get her to tell me the truth.
Stay away from her.
Riley, answer me.
Open it.
Now.
New memories can be confusing.
The question Sally poses is very important.
How soon do we tell a new person in our lives that we've experienced an abduction? Dr.
Morris? Sarah.
We met at the ufo convention.
I'm busy at the moment, but if you'd like to make an appointment.
No appointment.
It's an emergency.
No matter what happens, I'm never going back to what I was.
Good luck.
Have a seat, please.
Who taught you how to play chess? I did.
Did you play with Dr.
Sherman? We played other games.
Talking games.
Do you miss Dr.
Sherman? I'm designed to learn.
He helped me learn.
His absence slows my growth.
His absence is more important than that.
His value was more than just his function for you.
Human beings aren't like chess pieces.
It matters if we live or die.
Why does it matter? All humans die eventually.
Yes, that's true.
But our lives are sacred.
Do you know what sacred means? Holy.
Worthy of respect.
Venerable.
Do you know why human life is sacred? Because so few humans are alive compared to the number that are dead? Because we're God's creation.
God made everything.
The stars, the Earth, everything on this planet.
We are all God's children.
Am I God's child? That's one of the things we're here to talk about.
Checkmate.
I win.
Would you like to play again? Your body is completely relaxed.
Your mind is clear and open.
I'm gonna count down from five, and when I reach one, you will be in the park waiting for your ride to work.
You ready? I'm ready.
Where are you? What do you see? I'm waiting at the bench There are five other people.
We all live in town.
We all climb inside the van.
After a few miles, we come to a stop.
There's a sound.
At the end of the dirt road is a warehouse.
There's an office in front.
No windows.
No way to see in or out.
Does that bother you? No, I like not being seen.
The van parks outside.
The driver unlocks the door.
We head inside.
Can I help you? I said can I help you? Your body is completely relaxed, your mind clear and open.
I'm gonna count down from five.
When I reach one, you'll be in the park, waiting for your ride to work.
Are you ready? I'm ready.
Where are you? What do you see? I'm waiting at the bench There are five other people.
We all live in town.
Here it comes now.
The van? It approaches from the left.
We climb inside the van.
It heads north out of town.
It's dim inside.
I can barely see.
Does the darkness disturb you? Secrecy doesn't bother me.
Because I have a secret too.
And what's your secret? I'm not who they think I am.
After a few miles, we come to a stop.
There's a sound.
What is it? Eileen? I don't know.
The sound, it doesn't Trust yourself.
The truth is inside you.
What do you hear? It's rain.
Every day.
But the heat We're in the desert.
It doesn't make sense.
Nothing makes sense.
We're on a dirt road.
Now a bump.
A clacking under the tires.
At the end of the dirt road is a warehouse.
There's an office in front.
No windows, no way to see in or out.
Does that bother you? No, I like not being seen.
I don't know who they are.
But that's okay, because they don't know who I really am either.
And who are you? I'm a waitress.
Will do.
First thing in the morning.
- I'm sorry, ma'am.
We're closed.
- Where's the metal? Please don't shoot.
Please don't shoot.
- The metal! Where is it? - What are you talking about? Who are you? My name's Winston.
I install air conditioning, all right? Please don't hurt me.
I have a wife.
I have a son.
I'm his coach.
I'm his little league coach.
Put your hands on your head.
What's in the warehouse? My boss rents it out to another company.
Look, I'm just an installer.
I know where you live.
Don't call the police.