T2 omitted scene
A more poethic death scene of Miles Dyson.
Van Ling (Creative Supervisor), in T2, the Book of the Film, An Illustrated Screenplay:
Dyson's dying vision in the 9/10/90 draft was originally a much more stylized and lyrical death scene that emphasized the man's character making peace with himself and with his family at his sacrifice for the good of mankind. Although a powerful scene, it was ultimately never filmed as the exploration of Dyson's character and his relationship with his family became secondary to the main thrust of the narrative.
In all but final revision of the script, Dyson's death consists of a more lyrical, stylized vision that reconciles him with his family and his conviction that his sacrifice is worthwhile. In shooting the scene, it was decided to play the cold reality of his death, his hyperventilating slowing to a gasp and then stopping completely as the camera pushes in on his face to his wide, unseeing eyes. The family picture motif was thus omitted as well in order not to bring up the issue of his family's future without resolving his feelings toward it.
Terminator 2 script (9/10/90):
INT. LAB Dyson is lying amid the ruins of his dream. Sprawled on the floor, he has his back propped up against the desk. He is bathed in his own blood, which runs out in long fingers across the tiles. His breathing is shallow and raspy. He still holds the book, trembling, above the switch. In his lap is the picture from his desk. He has pulled it from the debris next to him. A tear trickles from his eye. His wife and children smile up at him through broken glass. DYSON'S POV-- He sees only the picture. WE PUSH IN SLOWLY. The sounds from outside are fading... megaphones, the helicopter, distant sirens, all become fainter... replaced by a ROARING SOUND which swells as the image of the picture grows dark. Darker and darker, the blackness rushing at us now with the sound of thunder. It gets louder and LOUDER. Like a black train pounding at us, only it is a rolling cloud of red and black... blood-red fire boiling up through a cloud-mass black as iron. It is the cloud-column of a hydrogen bomb, FILLING FRAME, shaking our senses with its power. And then... It begins to recede. The thunder rolls away, dying into a wind which is like the last winds of a great storm, ebbing into a smooth breeze as the iron clouds swirl away, giving way to an image of gauzy light. As if behind a soft veil we see-- Danny and Blythe running toward us, laughing, in slow motion. Tarissa is behind them, smiling. They are in bright sunlight, an image of motion and life, a slice of memory so vivid and precious a man needs only this to face eternity. We see their hair blown by the wind, the wind which blows through history now, changing it... We tilt up into a pure blue sky until the sun comes into frame, spearing straight into the lens with pure light and we... CUT TO THE PUPIL OF HIS EYE, the sun becoming a glint of light in that pupil, as we do a SNAP-PULLBACK to see Miles Dyson at the moment of death. His face is almost blank, his gaze fixed, seeing what we cannot see, seeing a future which has changed... there is the faintest hint of a smile, the instant the light fades from his eyes and he is gone-- His arm drops and the book hits the switch...
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