THE NAVAJO PEAK INSERT-- stick this between when DYSON takes over the T.I.M. PROJECT and KATE'S ESCAPE...
DYSON
Excellent! It’s settled then!
Let’s make—or remake—history!
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EXT. WASTELANDS, FOOTHILLS OF NAVAJO PEAK- PANORAMIC SHOT
The massive peak of Navajo Mountain rises ominously in the doom-
and-gloom filled distance. The 4 SHRIEKER DRONES streak toward
the peak, followed at some distance by the T-20
There appear to be 3 separate sections to the containment camp
a holding facility
an execution arena/facility
and bunkers for machine patrols/maintenance
At the rear of the camp, MASSIVE BLAST DOORS link the camp to the
MOUNTAIN COMPLEX
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INT. NAVAJO PEAK CAMP, EXECUTION ARENA
SERGEANT KENT, KYLE REESE and SEVERAL OTHER PRISONERS corralled
and contained in a cage at one end of the ARENA
3 PRISONERS, including KYLE REESE, are separated from the
GROUP, forced to cross the ARENA at GATLING GUNPOINT by
3 T-70 UNITS
The GROUP is halted on the FAR SIDE of the ARENA
From the BUNKERS near by, A DOZEN SILVERFISH H/K UNITS
slither and skim across the surface of the sand, into the
ARENA
The SILVERFISH plunge under the sand and ‘swim’ around
A T-70 pulls a LEVER, and the WALLS of the DETENTION CAGE
begin to slowly compress, shrinking the CAGE, squeezing the
PRISONERS
KENT
Unbelievable!
They’re testing us!
Our intelligence,
determination, will..
Killing us, watching us
watch ourselves be killed!
Son of a *****!
PRISONERS scream from the CAGE, begging to be freed
One of the 3 PRISONERS steps from behind 2-FOOT TALL
PROTECTIVE BLAST WALL into the SILVERFISH ARENA
He takes 2 cautious steps..
Smiles, and steps again..
Sees that the T-70s are not targeting him, smiles wide..
Steps again.. -CLICK!-
SOUNDS OF MECHANICAL HUM OF ENERGY INCREASING
NOTE PANIC suddenly etched on the face of the PRISONER
but, only for a moment, before..
SILVERFISH EXPLODES, fire and shrapnel shreds PRISONER
CLOSE ON T-20 TRANSPORT
INT. T-20 TRANSPORT
JOHN, T-850A, 5 TROOPERS ready weapons and equipment for raid on
Navajo Peak containment compounds. All the TROOPS look beat, and
beaten, sad, scared and uncertain. All is quiet.
JOHN appraises his troops and speaks
JOHN
This is it, men! No turning back now!
These are our Brothers from the 132nd we’re
fighting for!
These are refugee slaves, prisoners of the
machines! These are families, friends and
guardians, and children all held against their will by machines who haven’t yet figured out
that all life is precious, that all things on this planet deserve equal chance to survive and to thrive! If we don’t try, what is it that we’re fighting for any way?
TX-850A
We are on approach to the first encampment.
ETA: 3 minutes.
The TROOPERS seem bolstered, ready weapons and secure body
armor
JOHN nods silently to himself, hiding his own mounting fears and doubts, clutching up his PLASMA PULSE RIFLE and stepping up to the ESCAPE PANEL
The TX-850A also rises, stepping up to JOHN
TX-850A
Wait.. These odds suck big time.
It is too dangerous.
JOHN, TROOPERS stare at the TERMINATOR, in uncertainty
once more
The TERMINATOR shrugs and looks at JOHN
TX-850A
Trust me.
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INT. NAVAJO PEAK CAMP, EXECUTION ARENA
KYLE, ANOTHER PRISONER still survive SILVERFISH MINEFIELD
CAGE WALLS COMPACTED to ONE-QUARTER ORIGINAL WIDTH
CAGED PRISONERS panic, screaming for help
SECOND PRISONER loses it, charges from ARENA,
toward closest T-70
T-70 raises GATLING GUN, locks on TARGET
KYLE gasps, and also stumbles from ARENA, toward T-70
T-70 falters, confused over TARGETING
T-70 finally LOCKS ON TARGET, and FIRES
PRISONER shredded by GATLING GUN FIRE
KYLE latches on to T-70 LOWER EXTREMITY
T-70 stumbles, tries to aim at KYLE
T-70 stalks awkwardly forward, toward ARENA AREA
KYLE glances around, noting proximity to MINEFIELD
KYLE gulps!
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EXT. NAVAJO PEAK APPROACH
The TRANSPORT thunders toward the GATES, the DRONES streaking
overhead. 2 T-70 UNITS defend the FRONT GATES to the CONTAINMENT
COMPOUND. 2 T-1 TRACKED H/Ks PATROL the PERIMETER, one outside the
other inside the GATES
As the TRANSPORT approaches, it suddenly veers off-road sharply,
A FIGURE tumbles from the rear
The TRANSPORT trails the EXTERIOR T-1 ROVING PATROL, while the
ejected FIGURE rolls and is lost in the DUST CLOUD of the EVADING
TRANSPORT
When the dust clears, the TX-850A stands before the T-70 GUARDS,
holding BOTH of their GATLING GUNS, ripped from their grips in the
few moments of blindness
TX-850A
I’m back!
TX-850A unleashes a relentless volley of GATLING GUN FIRE at
point-blank range against the unarmed T-70s
Both T-70s spark and quake, then fall apart, destroyed
INT. NAVAJO PEAK, EXECUTION ARENA
2 T-70 UNITS TARGET KYLE, still latched onto T-70 LEG
GATLING GUNFIRE pelts T-70
T-70 TARGETS other T-70s
KYLE flips away, shuffles back behind BLAST WALL
T-70 stalks toward ‘enemy’ T-70s
T-70 collapses under dual GATLING GUN barrage from across
EXECUTION ARENA
2 SILVERFISH ARM and EXPLODE under FALLEN T-70
INT. NAVAJO PEAK CAMP AREA
The TRANSPORT races around the perimeter, before finally crashing
through the CONTAINMENT FENCE at a corner, just ahead of the approaching SHRIEKER DRONES
The FLYING H/K DRONES overhead fire PLASMA PULSES down on the T-1
T-1 EXPLODES
TRANSPORT STOPS abruptly inside the DEATH CAMP GROUND
A MALE VOICE (JOHN’S) BOOMS, apparently from within the TRANSPORT
VOICE
Prisoners of Navajo Peak,
my name is John Connor, and I am here
to rescue you! But, I can’t do it alone!
You must resist, you must rise up and fight
back against your captors!
We are coming in! It’s time to FIGHT!
INT. NAVAJO PEAK, EXECUTION ARENA
KYLE cowers behind 2-FOOT HIGH BLAST WALL
CAGE COMPRESSED TO ONE-HALF ORIGINAL SIZE
SOUNDS OF JOHN’S RALLY CRY
2 T-70 UNITS ON GUARD TURN from ARENA, stalk toward JOHN’S
VOICE at FRONT GATE OF CAMP COMPLEX
KYLE scampers from BLAST WALL, around SILVERFISH MINEFIELD
KYLE PULLS LEVER on CAGE, CAGE WALLS STOP COMPRESSING
CAGE DOOR CLICKS OPEN
SGT. KENT, SURVIVING PRISONERS FREED!
INT. NAVAJO PEAK CAMP AREA
REMAINING T-1 PATROL UNIT approaches the stalled TRANSPORT
TX-850A rushes up and leaps onto the distracted T-1
T-1 shakes and sways, attempting to dislodge the TX-850A
TX-850A tumbles away from the T-1, toward the BLAST DOOR to the NAVAJO PEAK COMPOUND
BLAST DOOR begins to rise slowly
DUST and SAND stir beneath the BLAST DOOR, strangely,
in waves
T-1 turns, facing TX-850A and the BLAST DOOR
A squad of T-70s stand in line behind the BLAST DOOR
TX-850A steps aside, turning toward BLAST DOOR
TX-850A and T-1 FIRE upon T-70 squad
SGT. KENT, KYLE, PRISONERS rush from EXECUTION ARENA
T-20 TRANSPORT REAR HATCH lowers
TROOPERS charge from TRANSPORT toward HOLDING FACILITY
TROOPERS race to BLAST DOOR
KENT/KYLE
(in stereo)
NOOOOOOOOO!! STOP!!
TROOPERS cross under BLAST DOOR
SILVERFISH buried under BLAST DOOR ARM and EXPLODE!!!
KENT, KYLE and PRISONERS converge on TX-850A
TX-850A turns toward PRISONERS
JOHN CONNOR stumbles from T-20 TRANSPORT
JOHN watches TX-850A lower GATLING GUNS
JOHN
THIS WAY! FALL IN!
RALLY ON ME!
KENT, KYLE, PRISONERS swarm TX-850A, continue past,
toward JOHN
PRISONERS board TRANSPORT
KENT, KYLE face JOHN
KENT
Sergeant Kent, 132nd TAC-COM!
Get the refugees outta here!
JOHN
Captain Perry? Where’s Captain Perry?
KENT motions across the CAMP, to the HOLDING AREA
KENT
There! Under heavy guard!
TX-850A steps up
KENT gapes at the TERMINATOR
JOHN
Get on-board, Sergeant!
We’re moving out!
KENT
Not without the Captain!
He wouldn’t leave the refugees
be slaughtered! I won’t leave him behind!
JOHN looks to the TERMINATOR
TERMINATOR NODS
T-1, FLYING H/K DRONES move out, to assault and invade the HOLDING FACILITY
TX-850 follows MACHINES in assault on HOLDING FACILITY
KENT, KYLE board TRANSPORT
JOHN watches TX-850A and MACHINES assault HOLDING FACILITY
SWARMS of T-70s SILVERFISH, ASSORTED TERMINATOR UNITS move
from BUNKER facility
TRANSPORT REVS
TRANSPORT shudders in REVERSE, toward HOLDING AREA
TX-850A exits FACILITY, carrying CAPTAIN PERRY!
TX-850, PERRY board TRANSPORT
TRANSPORT thunders FORWARD, rumbles from NAVAJO PEAK
COMPOUND
T-1, H/K DRONES EXPLODE, destroyed, make diversion while
TRANSPORT evades and escapes DEATH CAMP
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FADE FROM BLACK
INT. CRYSTAL PEAK COMPOUND, STORAGE CLOSET
KATE is screaming and moaning loudly, still strapped securely on the cot, struggling to curl up and hold her stomach, in obvious pain as from labor
KATE
(screaming)
PLEASE! Somebody!
Help me! PLEASE!
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KATE escapes, makes way to the T.I.M VAULT, flees the TX-850B and DYSON, scrambles to the LOADING BAY...
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