终结者2:审判日 Terminator 2: Judgment Day(1991)【完整台词】
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Three billion human lives ended
on August 29, 1997.
The survivors of the nuclear fire...
called the war "Judgment Day. "
They lived only to face
a new nightmare...
the war against the machines.
The computer which controlled
the machines, Skynet...
sent two Terminators
back through time.
Their mission: to destroy the leader
of the human resistance.
John Connor, my son.
The first Terminator was programmed
to strike at me...
in the year 1984...
beforeJohn was born.
It failed.
The second was set to strike
atJohn himself...
when he was still a child.
As before, the resistance was able
to send a lone warrior...
a protector forJohn.
It was just a question of which one
of them would reach him first.
I need your clothes, your boots
and your motorcycle.
You forgot to say please.
Get him off me!
Pull it out!
Take it.
Can't let you take
the man's wheels, son.
Now, get off
before I put you down.
That's it, goddamn it.
R-31 David, Sherman Code 6...
at the Sixth Street Bridge and Santa Fe
on electrical disturbance.
Ten-four, R-31 David.
John, get in there and clean up
that pigsty of yours.
Your foster parents
are kind of dicks, huh?
I swear, I have had it
with that goddamn kid.
- He won't even answer me anymore.
- Honey, move.
Would you get off your butt
and help me?
- Todd!
- What?
He hasn't cleaned that room of his
in a month.
Oh, it's an emergency.
Hang on. L'll get right on it.
Come on.
Get your ass inside.
Do what your mother tells you.
She's not my mother, Todd.
This next patient is interesting.
I've been following the case
for years.
A 29-year-old female...
diagnosed as acute
schizo-affective disorder.
The usual indicators: depression,
anxiety, violent acting out...
delusions of persecution.
The delusional architecture
is fairly unique.
She believes that a machine
called the Terminator...
which looks human,
was sent back through time...
- To kill her.
- That's original.
And also that the father
of her child...
was a soldier sent back
to protect her.
He was from the future too.
The year 2029,
if I remember correctly.
And here we are.
Morning, Sarah.
Good morning, Dr. Silberman.
How's the knee?
Fine, Sarah.
She stabbed me in the kneecap...
with my pen a few weeks ago.
Repeated escape attempts.
Let's move on, shall we?
I don't like to see the patients
disrupting their rooms like this.
- See she takes her Thorazine.
- Sure. L'll take care of it.
Are you the legal guardian
ofJohn Connor?
That's right, Officer.
What's he done now?
- Could I speak with him, please?
- You could if he were here.
He took off on his bike this morning.
He could be anywhere.
Do you have a photograph ofJohn?
Yeah. Hold on.
Gonna tell me what this is about?
I just need to ask him
a few questions.
He's a good-looking boy.
Do you mind if I keep this picture?
No, go on. There was a guy here
this morning looking for him too.
Yeah, a big guy on a bike.
Has that got something
to do with this?
I wouldn't worry about him.
Thanks for your cooperation.
Please insert your stolen card now.
PI N number.
Hurry up. This is taking too long.
Go, baby.
All right.
- PI N number 9003.
- Where'd you learn this stuff from?
From my mom.
My real mom, I mean.
Withdraw 300 bucks.
Come on, baby. Come on!
- Yes!
- Hey, it worked.
All right. Easy money.
Come on!
Yes! Piece of cake.
- Is that her?
- Yes.
She's pretty cool, huh?
No, she's a complete psycho.
That's why she's at Pescadero.
It's a mental institute.
She tried to blow up a computer factory
but got shot and arrested.
No shit.
She's a total loser.
Come on.
Let's go spend some money.
It's like a giant strobe light...
burning right through my eyes.
Somehow I can still see.
Oh, God.
We know the dream's the same
every night.
- Why do I have to...
- Please continue.
Children look like burnt paper.
Black.
Not moving.
And then the blast wave hits them.
And they fly apart like leaves.
Dreams...
of cataclysm,
the end of the world...
are very common.
It's not a dream, you moron.
It's real.
- I know the date it happens.
- I'm sure it feels real to you.
On August 29, 1997...
it's gonna feel
pretty fuckin'real to you too!
Anybody not wearing two-million sunblock
is gonna have a real bad day. Get it?
God, you think
you're safe and alive.
You're already dead. Everybody!
Him. You. You're dead already.
This whole place,
on August 29, 1997.
The survivors of the nuclear fire...
called the war "Judgment Day. "
They lived only to face
a new nightmare...
the war against the machines.
The computer which controlled
the machines, Skynet...
sent two Terminators
back through time.
Their mission: to destroy the leader
of the human resistance.
John Connor, my son.
The first Terminator was programmed
to strike at me...
in the year 1984...
beforeJohn was born.
It failed.
The second was set to strike
atJohn himself...
when he was still a child.
As before, the resistance was able
to send a lone warrior...
a protector forJohn.
It was just a question of which one
of them would reach him first.
I need your clothes, your boots
and your motorcycle.
You forgot to say please.
Get him off me!
Pull it out!
Take it.
Can't let you take
the man's wheels, son.
Now, get off
before I put you down.
That's it, goddamn it.
R-31 David, Sherman Code 6...
at the Sixth Street Bridge and Santa Fe
on electrical disturbance.
Ten-four, R-31 David.
John, get in there and clean up
that pigsty of yours.
Your foster parents
are kind of dicks, huh?
I swear, I have had it
with that goddamn kid.
- He won't even answer me anymore.
- Honey, move.
Would you get off your butt
and help me?
- Todd!
- What?
He hasn't cleaned that room of his
in a month.
Oh, it's an emergency.
Hang on. L'll get right on it.
Come on.
Get your ass inside.
Do what your mother tells you.
She's not my mother, Todd.
This next patient is interesting.
I've been following the case
for years.
A 29-year-old female...
diagnosed as acute
schizo-affective disorder.
The usual indicators: depression,
anxiety, violent acting out...
delusions of persecution.
The delusional architecture
is fairly unique.
She believes that a machine
called the Terminator...
which looks human,
was sent back through time...
- To kill her.
- That's original.
And also that the father
of her child...
was a soldier sent back
to protect her.
He was from the future too.
The year 2029,
if I remember correctly.
And here we are.
Morning, Sarah.
Good morning, Dr. Silberman.
How's the knee?
Fine, Sarah.
She stabbed me in the kneecap...
with my pen a few weeks ago.
Repeated escape attempts.
Let's move on, shall we?
I don't like to see the patients
disrupting their rooms like this.
- See she takes her Thorazine.
- Sure. L'll take care of it.
Are you the legal guardian
ofJohn Connor?
That's right, Officer.
What's he done now?
- Could I speak with him, please?
- You could if he were here.
He took off on his bike this morning.
He could be anywhere.
Do you have a photograph ofJohn?
Yeah. Hold on.
Gonna tell me what this is about?
I just need to ask him
a few questions.
He's a good-looking boy.
Do you mind if I keep this picture?
No, go on. There was a guy here
this morning looking for him too.
Yeah, a big guy on a bike.
Has that got something
to do with this?
I wouldn't worry about him.
Thanks for your cooperation.
Please insert your stolen card now.
PI N number.
Hurry up. This is taking too long.
Go, baby.
All right.
- PI N number 9003.
- Where'd you learn this stuff from?
From my mom.
My real mom, I mean.
Withdraw 300 bucks.
Come on, baby. Come on!
- Yes!
- Hey, it worked.
All right. Easy money.
Come on!
Yes! Piece of cake.
- Is that her?
- Yes.
She's pretty cool, huh?
No, she's a complete psycho.
That's why she's at Pescadero.
It's a mental institute.
She tried to blow up a computer factory
but got shot and arrested.
No shit.
She's a total loser.
Come on.
Let's go spend some money.
It's like a giant strobe light...
burning right through my eyes.
Somehow I can still see.
Oh, God.
We know the dream's the same
every night.
- Why do I have to...
- Please continue.
Children look like burnt paper.
Black.
Not moving.
And then the blast wave hits them.
And they fly apart like leaves.
Dreams...
of cataclysm,
the end of the world...
are very common.
It's not a dream, you moron.
It's real.
- I know the date it happens.
- I'm sure it feels real to you.
On August 29, 1997...
it's gonna feel
pretty fuckin'real to you too!
Anybody not wearing two-million sunblock
is gonna have a real bad day. Get it?
God, you think
you're safe and alive.
You're already dead. Everybody!
Him. You. You're dead already.
This whole place,
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