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Terminator 4: Bleak Future --Part3--
By Carnotaur3
INT. H-K CAGE – NIGHT
The harsh wind rushed against the people’s faces as the flying Hunter Killer soared above the sky. The survivors were in a honey-carbon, aluminum bared CAGE, which was hooked to the underside of the H-K unit. JOHN CONNOR looked at the clouds up in the sky, which covered the moon. Normal life seemed so far away.
He turned to KATE, her expression was sad, but she changed her tone once she saw JOHN looking in her direction. She smiled.
CONNOR (V.O.)
She had a stronger strength in her than my mother did. She faced the truth and dealt with it firmly and she turned to me. She knew my fate. She knew my future. She had hope in me. But did I have hope in myself?
The H-K flies faster and disappears over the mountains.
FADE TO:
EXT. DISPOSAL CAMPS – NIGHT
CARLOS throws the body of a young woman, burnt and bloodied, into the blazing fire. Her body comes up in flames, dancing around her flesh.
He wipes the sweet off his brow with the side of his hand. The T-400 behind him makes a BEEPING sound. He knew what that meant. “Do your fucking job.”
JAMESON and GEORGIA TOWNSY, one of the females that was working for JAMESON at the medical camp, pick up huge debris and throw it into the fire.
CONNOR (V.O.)
For months we were working at the disposal camps for the terminators. Our job was to dispose of the victims they killed and to clean up the battlefields… which was hardly the word to call them. The terminators could speak to us, only limited to what they had to tell us to do. Responding back or any form of disobeying meant death and, of course, they didn’t hesitate to take the actions. During those months, Carlos taught the basic procedures to war-fare. They weren’t hard to understand. But to perform them meant more bravery than I have mustered yet.
Now we get a better look at the layout of the land. It looks like a dumb. Parts of houses, cars, anything possible are laying around and sticking out of the ground. Four T-400s guard the perimeter of the area, making sure that there is no escape for their human prisoners… or should it be SLAVES.
GEORGIA
When’s the dinner break?
JAMESON
Who knows, it changes every night.
JAMESON throws a body of a child into the fire.
Behind them, JOHN CONNOR, KATE BREWSTER, and others are trying to move a two ton vehicle to the fire.
The T-400s pay close attention to them.
CONNOR (V.O.)
They fed us of course, but only the nutrients we needed to stay alive for the amount of time they wanted. We were growing tired and weary. And our bodies barely kept up with the work.
KATE turns to one of the T-400s and sees it’s looking straight at her.
T-400’s P.O.V.:
The red screen breaks up a bit.
IDENTIFICATION ON SUBJECT:
KATHARINE BREWSTER
HEIGHT: 5’7”
AGE: 23
WEIGHT: 122 Pounds
It turns to JOHN CONNOR now, its red eyes dilating in an inhuman way.
IDENTIFICATION ON SUBJECT:
SUBJECT UNKNOWN
CONNOR (V.O.)
I guess ‘living off the grid’ finally paid off.
KATE turns around to hear footsteps running past her. She sees a young boy, around 17 to 19 years of age racing away from the camp.
Everyone around the camp screams, CONNOR isn’t sure if they are screaming for the boy to keep running or to stop running.
He’s hit in the back with the plasma rifle, by a nearby T-400. The boy didn’t have a chance. The force of the plasma ray easily punctured out from his heart. The T-400s were pretty accurate terminators.
CONNOR (V.O.)
Nothing anymore surprised me. Nothing.
CUT TO:
INT. CELL – DARK
Cold, dirty, and especially grim and gritty, the CELL, enclosed with a perimeter of ten feet in length and width, was dark. What little light that was given was from a small window with bars attached to it. A VERY LONG humming sounds rang through the slaves’ ears.
It was a confirmation that the doors were locking. A single click is heard.
GEORGIA falls to the ground, breathless almost.
JAMESON coughs loudly.
JAMESON
He was the fifth today that was killed. You’d think they knew the smart way to do this.
CARLOS throws his fists in the air.
CARLOS
We’re all rushing into things, Jameson. We’re hanging by a thread; I don’t blame them for not acting rationally.
JAMESON
(He sighs)
You have to plan. And I’ve been planning an escape for three weeks.
KATE looks up from the dark corner.
KATE
And what would that be.
JAMESON
Connor…
JOHN quickly turns his head, facing JAMESON.
CONNOR
Huh?
JAMESON
Yeah, I’ve been planning an escape which involves you.
CONNOR
I’m not the sacrifice, am I?
It was a little too dry of humor for JAMESON’S liking.
JAMESON
Fuck you, Connor, it involved you escaping.
JOHN looks to the floor.
JAMESON (cont’d)
... And we’re all going to be risking our lives too.
CONNOR
No, I will not leave you guys.
CARLOS
You have a life to live, a team to lead, Connor.
CONNOR
(Turning to Kate)
I can’t leave you!
KATE shakes her head.
KATE
You have to, John. You belong out there.
CONNOR
I will not loose you.
KATE
You won’t. I’ll be here when you get back.
CONNOR
No!
KATE’S eyes water.
KATE
YES!
JOHN squints his eyes and rages with anger.
CONNOR
I will be back for you.
KATE
And I know you will.
JAMESON checks his watch.
JAMESON
If we’re going to do this, we do it tomorrow night at O’ 1900 hours. That’s exactly when the machines let us loose to work at the camp. Carlos, I’m going to need you to gather up your people and create a riot, throwing stuff at them. H-Ks won’t be around, as you know.
Georgia, help people to riot also, run, and hide behind stuff to avoid any retaliation. I’ll go with CONNOR and lead him the way to freedom.
KATE
No.
JAMESON looks back.
KATE (cont’d)
I’ll go with John.
JAMESON
(convinced)
Ok.
FADE TO:
EXT. DISPOSAL CAMP – NIGHT
JOHN stares at the small metal structure in his hands. He can see his reflection in the element. It’s not of his face at the present time, but his face of the future, battle scares running down his cheek.
He blinks and instantly, his original, youthful face is back, though it has changed some how. It is a little more sure of its future.
Tossing the metal into the fire, JOHN walks back to grab some more garbage to throw in the blaze.
GEORGIA walks passed him.
GEORGIA
I’m ready to go on your signal, Connor.
He nods and gazes over his shoulder at one of the T-400, a GD-RSB-80 weapon in hand, ready for action.
He looks to his side, CARLOS throws a thumb up. Now to his left, JAMESON nods continuously.
CONNOR YELLS.
The T-400s accurately turn to him. The PEOPLE charge forward in front of JOHN. The T-400s aren’t retaliating. They know that they are useful and they think they can sort the situation out very easily. They step off their positions and move forward.
T-400
Work.
The PEOPLE run off to different sides. JOHN CONNOR has disappeared.
CUT TO:
EXT. RUBBLE HILL – NIGHT
JOHN and KATE reach behind the rubble hill. The T-400s are paying more attention to the others, forgetting about JOHN and KATE.
KATE
There it is!
She points at the dark landscape.
KATE (cont’d)
There’s your chance.
CONNOR
I’m afraid, Kate. You’re part of my strength.
KATE
As long as I’m still alive, it will stay with you.
She kisses him.
KATE (cont’d)
(pointing up above the hill)
Go! Make a believer out of them.
JOHN runs in only the one way he can, still with the cast on his leg.
CUT TO:
EXT. OPEN FIELD – NIGHT
As JOHN limps in the dark, he turns to hear the sounds of screaming and to see the purplish laser blasts over the hill.
CONNOR (V.O.)
I still had a chance. Carlos had confirmed that over at the mountains of where I was heading to was the base he was referring to months ago, the one where they kept the prototype weapons.
I was to head there and come back with them. That would not have been an easy task.
FADE TO:
EXT. DESSERT – NIGHT
A hard wind blows through, with sleet pounding against JOHN’S body as he cuddles up against a rock.
CUT TO:
EXT. DESSERT – DAY
Something else is beating down on JOHN CONNOR now: The SUN!
His skin looks burnt to a crisp as he limps across the sand. His breathing is rapid and harsh. He falls down.
With eyelids fluttering, he slowly opens them to see a TENT, a few cars, and a neighborhood. They were intact.
CONNOR (V.O.)
Two nuclear blasts hit inside and outside Los Angeles. Parts were not destroyed at all, left standing. They were left for the machines to wreck havoc on.
CUT TO:
EXT. SMALL CAMP – DAY
JOHN gazes around the camp. The tent is blowing in the wind. His eyes try to adjust to the conditions.
He looks to the ground and lifts his foot up to see a candy bar wrapper. It flies away in the air.
Then, he notices the recent footprints. Excitement rushes over him and he fast walks to, what looked like, an underground bunker.
Behind the rusted old Chevy, a Doberman Pincher leaps in the air, only to get caught by its chain, which was hooked onto its collar. The mouth misses JOHN’S face by inches.
It barks and shows off its top teeth.
JOHN’S too tired to be frightened by the mutt. He proceeds to the bunker.
CUT TO:
INT. BUNKER – DARK
It’s silent, but we know someone’s got to be in there. JOHN steps down each step. His silhouette is in front of the sunlight through the threshold.
He grabs on to the wall so he won’t fall.
Suddenly, he notices that there is another source of light in the corridor. It’s a cracked door. He can hear sizzling in there. He slowly proceeds to the door.
CUT TO:
INT. ROOM – DIM
There’s very little light, which casts a red tent in the room. A Television Set is hooked up and static all over the screen. He starts to hobble to a chair when he hears the clicking of guns.
VOICE
Don’t fucking move!
JOHN suddenly witnesses lights coming at him, blinding him. How did they have power?
John sees the man, who he could only describe as a half Mexican man with dark features, a mustache and a ripped cowboy hat.
MEXICAN
What brings you here, loco?
JOHN CONNOR stares around and sees about four other people standing with him, all carrying AK-47s. But, the MEXICAN, he was carrying something JOHN didn’t recognized. It looked new.
MEXICAN (cont’d)
Usually, the dog upstairs tells us what’s a machine and what’s not.
The MEXICAN examines him.
MEXICAN
Are you a machine?
CONNOR
No.
MEXICAN
What’s your business?
CONNOR
I came from one of the disposal camps. My friends are dying and I ran for help.
MEXICAN
Friends, huh?
(He scratches his head)
I’m not so certain about leaving perimeters, especially mine.
The MEXICAN takes a swig of some Tequila.
MEXICAN (cont’d)
Drink?
CONNOR
No thanks.
MEXICAN
If you want some, I have plenty.
CONNOR nods.
MEXICAN (cont’d)
Now, what is it you want me to do, loco? I’ve got people to feed, and a life to keep. I can’t just take some men out there against HELL to save some others. These are difficult times.
CONNOR
What if I told you that there is a chance to stop them. That by using that chance you will most likely regain your freedom back and this whole world.
MEXICAN
I would you fucking nuts.
He chuckles with the tequila still in his mouth.
MEXICAN (cont’d)
Listen, you can stay with us, but we are not going back there. No way.
JOHN puts his face into his hands and begins to sob. The MEXICAN looks at him like he recognizes him.
MEXICAN (cont’d)
Put your face up.
JOHN does it, thinking maybe he had changed his mind.
MEXICAN (cont’d)
Connor. Big John!
JOHN looks at him, not understanding.
SALCEDA
It’s me, Enrique. Enrique Salceda.
He smiles. JOHN CONNOR wipes away the tears.
CONNOR
No fucking way!
ENRIQUE embraces JOHN enthusiastically.
SALCEDA
Big John, how you been?
The members of ENRIQUE disarm their guns.
CONNOR
Like shit.
JOHN CONNOR takes the tequila into his hands and sips it.
SALCEDA
I’m sorry, John. I’m sorry about your mom.
CONNOR
Don’t worry about it, it happened many years ago. What about your family? They still roaming around?
ENRIQUE looks to the floor.
SALCEDA
Yolanda and little Pacolito died a week ago. Machines got ‘em. Fucking mother fuckers!
CONNOR
I’m sorry.
ENRIQUE changes the subject really fast.
SALCEDA
Where have you been all this time, Big John?
CONNOR
I don’t know. But I’m here now.
Looking down at JOHN’S leg cast, ENRIQUE lowers his hand to touch it.
SALCEDA
What is that?
CONNOR
My ankle broke.
SALCEDA
How long has it been on?
CONNOR
Since the war started.
SALCEDA
Let’s get that off you!
ENRIQUE puts an arm around JOHN’S shoulders.
CUT TO:
INT. ENRIQUE’S QUARTERS – DIM
With a quick snap, the cast is off and JOHN CONNOR’S leg is free to the open air.
He sighs with relief, wiggles his toes and rotates his ankle.
SALCEDA
Looks alright to me.
JOHN looks around the room. It’s filthy, littered with paper all over the place. Bits of food lay on the ground.
SALCEDA (cont’d)
Don’t mind the housekeeping.
He slurps down some more tequila.
SALCEDA (cont’d)
But it’s better than out there.
JOHN concurs.
SALCEDA (cont’d)
Listen, I’m sorry with what I said out there. You being future leader and all, it’s not in place to say fuck.
CONNOR
It’s ok. Let’s look at the future, Enrique.
(Pointing at his gun)
What’s that?
SALCEDA
Ha that, my friend, is something you don’t want to mess with, if one of those things comes at you with it. On the other hand, if you have it, prepare to do some fucking destruction. And let me tell you, it does what it’s expected and even more.
CONNOR
You found the facility, didn’t you?
SALCEDA
Oy, John, that place was chock full of ammunition and these plasma type weapons. We stumbled upon it five weeks ago when the machines were chasing us through the mountains, north from here.
CONNOR
(With a smile)
You son of a bitch!
SALCEDA
Ha, those things are going to be asking for it. What’s the plan, John?
CONNOR
Your people, fight! We gather the weapons and head out to the location. I know where it is, it’s straight South.
SALCEDA
You’re going to like this: I’ve got vehicles too, and a Auto Carrier truck. Plenty of gasoline was found in the facility.
CONNOR
So, we just ride them down there?
SALCEDA
Right, in three hours we leave, I don’t want to waist time. Oh, and to make this safer, I think you should let my people go before us. Then, you and I head out with the Auto Carrier.
CONNOR
I suppose so.
SALCEDA
I’m setting my watch right now.
He fiddles with his wrist watch.
CONNOR
Enrique?
SALCEDA
Yes, Big John?
CONNOR
Call me Connor!
10/24/2003 11:48:34 PM
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