Cyberdyne's 2nd floor security
T2 omitted scene
More action at Cyberdyne.
Van Ling (Creative Supervisor), in T2, the Book of the Film, An Illustrated Screenplay:
In all but the final revision, the second-floor security station is manned by three guards, one of whom has the second vault key on a chain around his neck. Dyson, Sarah, John and Terminator enter the lab and strong-arm the guards into surrendering the key by having Terminator pick up one of the guards by the throat, with John pretending to try to pull him off while telling the guard "I can't reason with this guy when he get like this. I've seen him do things made the coroner puke." They then tie up and gag the guards, and in the omitted Scene 152 they chase them down the stairwell, Terminator firing a machine gun over their heads and saying 'Later, dickwads,' to get them out before our heroes set off the explosive charges to blow the lab. During production, the security guards were omitted to simplify both the narrative and the shooting schedule.
Terminator 2 script (5/10/90):
140 int. second floor corridor 140 ELEVATOR DOORS OPEN and Terminator leads the group warily into the corridor. They have a cart piled high with gear in nylon bags. Dyson motions down the corridor to the right. As they walk, he continues to fill them in-- DYSON The vault needs two keys to open. Mine... (holds up key) ...and one from the security station. One of the guards has it on a chain around his neck. Here we go. They stand in front of a wide security door. A sign above reads SPECIAL PROJECTS DIVISION: AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. Sara grabs Dyson in a headlock from behind and jams the muzzle of the .45 up against his temple. He doesn't flinch. They've talked about this. TERMINATOR Go. Dyson zips his key-card through the scanner and the door unlatches. 141 int. security station 141 The security station is a pass-through area with a counter, behind which are desks and a bank of monitors, showing boring movies about empty corridors. It's lunch-time for the graveyard shift. THREE GUARDS choke on their egg salad sandwiches as the door bangs open and Terminator charges into the security station with the MAC 10 leveled. Sara drags Dyson in like a hostage, causing them to hesitate that fateful moment. SARA FREEZE!! Don't make me say it twice. Terminator backhands the nearest guard into a file cabinet. The guy loses some teeth and slumps. John snatches the pistol from his holster and pockets it. Sara releases Dyson and spins the other two around... slamming them face-down over a desk. She kicks their legs apart, cop style. They are disarmed in seconds. John uses heavy-duty tie-wraps, cinched very tight, to bind their wrists. Terminator pushes them down to their knees. Sara notices Dyson's alarmed expression. SARA What? DYSON He's not here. (to the nearest guard) Where's the other guy? The fat guy? GUARD #1 Elkins? He went home sick. DYSON Shit. Did he leave the key? GUARD #1 What key? SARA The key to the vault, fuckface!! Where is it? GUARD #1 I don't know... I swear -- John nods almost imperceptibly to Terminator. The guard is slammed against the wall and lifted by his throat. Terminator's gloved hand tightens. The guy's face bulges, going red. John pulls at Terminator's arm, pretending to try pulling him away. He speaks earnestly to the choking guard. JOHN Open it, man. I'm not kidding around. I can't reason with this guy when he gets like this. I've seen him do things made the coroner puke. GUARD #1 (barely intelligible) Okay... okay... Terminator releases him. The guy coughs and looks defiantly at the other guards. GUARD #1 I ain't dyin' for a goddamn key. (to Sara et al) In there. He locked it in there. The guard nods toward a safe-like LOCKER on the wall. There is a key-card slot with a green light next to it. GUARD #1 Key-card's in my shirt pocket. John winks at Terminator and shoots him a THUMBS UP. The cyborg winks back, like he's been doing it all his life. 142 int. first floor corridor/ lobby 142 A ROVING GUARD, MOSHIER, strolls down the long corridor from the first-floor office block. A punch clock swings at his hip, and he's just completed his circuit of the building. He passes the bank of elevators and rounds the corner to the front desk, calling out -- MOSHIER Honey, I'm home... He sees the desk is deserted and frowns. Figures Gibbons must be in the can, so check that first before getting alarmed. TRACKING WITH HIM to the restroom around the corner. MOSHIER Hey, man, you shouldn't leave the -- OVER HIS SHOULDER we see past the door as he pushes it open, revealing Gibbons handcuffed to the urinal. Moshier spins on a dime and sprints to the desk where he slaps his hand down on the silent alarm button. 143 int. security station 143 Terminator's hand swishes the card repeatedly through the scanner slot on the locker. Nothing happens. The light on the locker is blinking red. SARA What? WHAT IS IT? Guard #2 motions toward a light flashing on the console. GUARD #2 Silent alarm's been tripped. It neutralizes the codes throughout the building. Nothing'll open now. Dyson takes that in, and we see his nerve snap. DYSON We should abort. SARA NO!! We're going all the way! You got that, Dyson? She's right in his face. Somehow, it works for him. He nods, getting some resolve from somewhere. 144 int. lobby 144 Moshier's gotten Gibbons loose. He's on the phone to the cops. GIBBONS ...multiple armed suspects. Look, I think it's the guy from that mall shootout, and the woman... yeah, her. Pretty sure. Just send everything you've got in the area -- 145 int. security station/ lab 145 John jumps up on a desk next to the wall-mounted locker. Dyson stares in amazement as John starts pulling his counter-electronics gear out of his knapsack. It's just another Insta-Teller to him. JOHN You guys get started on the lab... I can open this. Dyson leads Terminator and Sara to the main lab doors. Another servo lock. He tries his card. Nothing. TERMINATOR Let me try mine. He unslings the M-79, pulling it over his shoulder in one motion. Sara grabs Dyson and drags him back down the hall. Terminator opens the breech and slides in one of the fat 40mm H.E. grenades. He flips the thing closed with a snap of the wrist. SARA (yelling as she runs) John! Fire-in-the-hole! John drops what he's doing, and covers his ears. Terminator fires at inhumanly close range. The door EXPLODES into kindling. The concussion blows his jacket open, and flying shrapnel whizzes all around him. Before the thunderclap has faded Terminator walks into the fire and smoke. John goes back to work without missing a beat. Sara and a stunned Dyson walk through the burning doorframe into the Artificial Intelligence lab. A SIREN is sounding. The HALON FIRE-CONTROL SYSTEM has been triggered. The invisible gas roars in, putting out the flames. DYSON Fire's set off the halon system! Here... hurry! Dyson runs to a wall cabinet and pulls out some BREATHING MASKS. He hands one to Sara and dons the other. Then he reaches out to hand one to Terminator. DYSON Here! Terminator doesn't need a mask, since his oxygen requirements are so low. He ignores Dyson as he removes his massive back-pack and opens it. Dyson shrugs and tosses the mask on a desk. He turns to Sara. DYSON (yelling through the mask) We'll have to keep these on a couple minutes, till the gas clears. Terminator pulls two five gallon jerry-cans of gasoline from his pack. Sara starts pulling out book-sized, olive-drab CLAYMORE MINES, stacking them next to the gasoline. Dyson stares. Part of him can't believe they're really doing this. Cut to: 146 int. dyson house - night 146 The T-1000 moves slowly through the ravaged office, analyzing what has happened here. He walks down the dark hallway. The place is deserted. The police-walkie clipped on his belt (real, not simulated) blares to life. DISPATCHER (V.O.) All units, all units. 211 in progress at 2144 Kramer Street, the Cyberdyne building. Multiple suspects, armed with automatic weapons and explosives. SWAT unit is en route... 147 ext. house/ street 147 The T-1000 sprints up and throws his leg over the big C.H.P. Kawasaki. Fires it up. It smokes an arcing scorch-mark on the pavement as it spins around and roars away. Cut to: 148 int. cyberdyne building/ lab 148 TIGHT ON A LARGE DISK-DRIVE. State-of-the-art. Very expensive. A FIRE AXE smashes down through the housing, shattering the disk. WIDER, revealing a scene of high-tech pillage. Terminator beats the disk drive into junk and steps to another. WHAM. Same routine. He's already demolished half a dozen. Sara topples a files cabinet, scattering the files. Dyson staggers up with an armload of heavy M-O (magnetic-optical) disks and drops them on a growing stack in the middle of the floor. He and Sara have their breathing masks hanging down around their necks, since the halon gas has dissipated. DYSON (to Sara, panting) Yeah, all that stuff! And all the disks in those offices. Especially my office... everything in my office! (to Terminator) These, too! This is important. (SMASH!) And all this here... that's it. Sara goes into Dysons office and starts hurling everything out the door onto the central junkpile... books, files, everything on the desk. A FRAMED PHOTO of Dyson's wife and kids lands on top of the heap. Tarissa, hugging Danny and Blythe, all grinning. The glass is shattered. Terminator cuts a swath, under Dyson's direction, exploding equipment into fragments with his inhuman swings. SMASH! It's carnage. Millions in hardware, and all the irreplaceable fruits of their years of research... shattered, broken, dumped in a heap for the big bonfire of destiny. Dyson stops a second, panting. DYSON Give me that thing a second. Terminator hands him the axe. Dyson hefts it one-handed. He turns to a lab table... on it is another prototype processor. DYSON I've worked for years on this stuff. Swinging awkwardly but with great force he smashes the axe down onto the processor prototype, exploding it into fragments. His shoulder is agony, but he looks satisfied. 149 int. second floor security station 149 John taps away at his little lap-top, which is running code-combinations into the card-key lock. Suddenly, the green light on the locker goes on and it unlocks with a clunk. JOHN Easy money. He whips it open, revealing a rack of keys. But the VAULT-KEY is distinctive, a long steel rectangle on a neck-chain. John grabs it and runs toward the lab. 150 int. lab 150 Sara and Terminator are working like a crack team, rigging the explosives. She is taping the claymores to the gas-cans with duct-tape to create powerful incendiary bombs. Terminator is attaching claymores and blocks of C-4 plastic explosive to the large MAINFRAME COMPUTER cabinets nearby. All the claymores are wired back to one detonator which has a RADIO CONTROL RELAY switch. DYSON How do you set them off? Terminator shows him a REMOTE DETONATOR, a small transmitter with a red plunger. TERMINATOR Radio remote. He makes a plunger-pushing motion with his thumb and an accompanying "click" sound. Dyson nods. Just then John comes running in, holding up the key. JOHN I got it. Piece a cake. SARA (to Dyson and Terminator) Go! I'll finish here. They run out as the SOUND OF SIRENS grows louder outside. 151 ext. cyberdyne building 151 The security duo of Moshier and Gibbons cowers behind cars in the parking lot in front of the building. They turn as L.A.P.D. BLACK-AND-WHITES pour into the lot, turning the area into a disco of whirling blue and red lights. 152 int. second floor security station/ stairs 152 John and Dyson sprint through the security station, heading for the vault. Terminator herds the three guards to the stairwell, pushing them through the door. With their wrists bound, they stumble down the stairs. Terminator FIRES A BURST from the MAC 10 over their heads, showering them with plaster dust. Their feet fly as they clatter down the steps. TERMINATOR Later, dickwads. 153 ext. cyberdyne building 153 The cops are jumping from their cars and ducking behind them. Emphasis on small arms here. They react to the sound of automatic weapon fire inside the building. Behind them an ugly BLACK S.W.A.T. VAN screeches into the lot. We hear the THUMP OF ROTORS as a POLICE CHOPPER arrives and swings in close to the building. It rakes its XENON SPOTLIGHT through the second floor offices. 154 int./ext. second floor office 154 Terminator crosses the office toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. He is outlined starkly by the spotlight as it rakes through the dark offices. Without breaking stride he kicks an executive desk toward the window. Glass explodes outward and the desk topples, falling to the sidewalk below. Terminator, standing at the edge, FIRES A LONG BURST which strafes the police cars lined up below. Cops duck as glass flies. Terminator, with his superb aim, hits no one. But notice is served. The cops (surprise) FIRE BACK. Terminator turns and is walking calmly from the windows as glass, office furniture, drapes etc. are riddled by return fire. A few rounds hit his back, but he doesn't notice. He reloads as he walks.
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