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That's right, this is stuff that never made it to the
shooting script! :) Read and see that there was a little more to our Liquid
Boy then what we seen in the movie....
SALCEDA'S DEATH
9/10/90
Salceda's Death scene from 9/10/90 draft was scheduled
but never filmed due to both scheduling and cost
considerations; scheduled for the first week of principal
photography, the scene would have involved a great number
of mechanical makeup and pyrotechnic effects, not to
mention a fair number of complicated visual effects plates
for computer graphics shots. Since its only narrative
purpose was to show how the T-1000 follows them to Dyson's
house and a number of the T-1000 gags in the scene were
reprised more effectively elsewhere, it was deemed
redundant to the plot and unnecessarily complicated for
the first week of shooting.
EXT. SALCEDA'S CAMP - NIGHT
SALCEDA'S DOG, teeth bared, barks a furious warning. The
SOUND of machine gun fire erupts drowning him out.
YOLANDA, clutching a .45 Officer's Colt, sweeps Paco and
Juanita up in her arms and races away.
SALCEDA is firing an MP5K on full auto, its strobing
barrel flash lighting up the camp. CAMERA PUSHING IN ON
HIM AS...
THE T-1000 calmly walks toward him, unbothered by the
stream of bullets. Unhurried. Salceda, amazed, is
backing toward his truck, and the stacks of crated
grenades and ammo boxes beside it.
The T-1000 keeps coming. Steps right up to Salceda,
knocks the weapon away and slams him to the ground.
Salceda sprawls against one of the open wooden crates.
T-1000 kneels before him. Points its finger. THUNK.
Salceda screams, pinned to the crate by a two-foot long
steel needle through his left lung.
T-1000
Where is John Connor?
SALCEDA
John who?
THUNK!! Another needle slams through him. Salceda
struggles to breath against the excruciating pain.
T-1000
(almost soothingly)
I know this hurts. Where is John
Connor?
Salceda's hand gropes in the open crate of grenades behind
him. He clutches one. Then apparently ready to cooperate
he clutches T-1000's shoulder and struggles to pull
himself closer, up along the impaling spikes.
Behind the T-1000's neck, Salceda pulls the grenade's pin
with his free hand. The spoon flies off... CLINK.
SALCEDA
FUCK YOU!!
The truck, Salceda, and the T-1000 vanish in a MASSIVE
EXPLOSION as the grenade sets off the other munitions. A
huge ball of fire ascends into the night.
YOLANDA, huddled with her children, the .45 held before
her in a combat grip, screams as--
A CHROME HEAD rolls out of the inferno and comes to rest
in the dirt, the liquid metal mouth gulping like a gaffed
fish.
A figure appears, silhouetted by the fire... or most of a
figure.
We TRACK WITH the polished black cop shoes toward the head
lying in the dirt. A hand enters the frame. The head
dissolves and fuses with the hand, like two blobs of
solder running together.
She stares in shock at the thing approaching. She slowly
lowers the useless pistol. The T-1000 walks right up to
her. It reaches down and picks up little Juanita. Gives
her a friendly smile.
T-1000
Do you know where John Connor is?
The child mutely shakes her head no. T-1000 nods,
unperturbed. Points toward the road. Juanita follows
with her eyes.
T-1000
When they reached the main road, did
they go north...
(indicating)
... or south?
She points north. T-1000 smiles. Sets her down,
unharmed.
T-1000
Thank you for your cooperation.
With that, the T-1000 turns and strides to its motorcycle
parked a few yards away. Yolanda and her children
silently watch as the Cop from Hell climbs onto the bike
and roars off into the night.
CUT TO:
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The reabsorption of T-1000's gulping head was one of the
favorite moments that was reluctantly lost when the scene
was cut; it served no narrative purpose and was merely a
variation on the reabsorption of the chrome hook hand,
just as the skewering of Salceda is a less involving take
on the skewering of Sarah at the steel mill later on. In
a very telling moment at the end of this scene, T-1000
demonstrates the subtlety with which it goes about its
mission, shifting gears from the brutal interrogation of
Salceda to the gentle questioning of Yolanda and the kids.
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By the way, the comment above wasn't made by me.(Like
I could right like that)
I found that scene rather, um, intersting, as the way it
shows the T-1000 characters. He smiles in the scene john
doggett! I like seeing him('it') smile.
Next two go with the Gant Ranch sequence in T2
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CUT TO:
INT. T-1000'S POLICE CRUISER - DAY
The T-1000 sits as before. Monitoring the police radio.
Listening to Sarah's tapes. Scanning John's letters and
papers.
SARAH (V.O.)
... if we're ever separated, go
directly to Gant's ranch. Travis
will take care of you until I get
there...
T-1000 stops scanning the letter in its hand. It zeros in
on the sentence it just heard. Stops the cassette
recorder. Reaches to the computer terminal on the dash.
Types "Travis Gant" with a KNOWN ACQUAINTANCES cross-
reference to "Sarah Connor".
TIGHT ON THE COMPUTER SCREEN. Gant's vital statistics
come up. Date of Birth. License. Number of arrests.
And an address out in Imperial Valley, near the Mexican
border.
TIGHT ON T-1000 staring at the screen.
Suddenly, the barrel of a REVOLVER appears through the
open window beside it. It's aiming right at its head.
The owner is a helmeted C.H.P. OFFICER.
CHP
Freeze! Police!
The T-1000 calmly complies.
ANGLE ON CRUISER from a few yards away. The motorcycle
cop stands outside the cruiser's window, aiming his
revolver. We see his motorcycle parked off to the side of
the empty road.
A SECOND MOTORCYCLE COP pulls into shot, rolling into
CLOSEUP.
He's wearing a headset/microphone under his helmet. We
hear him calling in the report.
2ND CHP
Roger, that's a positive I.D. on
the vehicle. Suspect is in custody.
CUT TO:
EXT. HIGHWAY - MINUTES LATER - DAY
The T-1000 thunders along on a CHP Kawasaki 1100, doing
about a hundred and twenty. PAN WITH IT until it recedes
toward the horizon.
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Aa, this shows the T-1000 get in trouble with the law.
Hee-Hee.
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CUT TO:
EXT. GANT'S RANCH
Gant, deep in thought, approaches the back entrance to the
main house. He sees Enrique asleep in a chair on the back
porch, rifle across his knees. Gant works up to him like
a cat, and surprises him by swiping his cap.
Only Enrique doesn't surprise so well. His head lolls
over and Gant sees the dilated pupils, the trickle of
blood from the corner of one eye.
Gant gets a shot of adrenalin that revs him into hyper-
alertness in two seconds. He drops into the shadows next
to the chair and scans the surroundings rapidly. In the
bushes, twenty feet away, another one of his men lies
crumpled and motionless. Gant pulls his Detonics .45 and
thumbs the safety off, then slips his walkie off his belt.
He cups his hand over it and whispers.
GANT
Main gate? Miguel? Don't talk,
just key your walkie if you copy,
over.
(there is no answer)
Salceda? You copy? Franco? Come
back.
His answer is static.
Not good. Gant takes a couple grenades from Enrique's
harness and slips them in a vest pocket. He cat-steps to
the house.
INT. GANT'S HOUSE
Gant enters the dark house. His radar is turned up all
the way. He hasn't felt his heart pounding like this
since Khe San. He crosses the living room. Pauses in the
corridor. Silhouetted in the kitchen is a motionless
figure... Yolanda.
He puts his finger to his lips and motions her to him.
As she comes toward him Gant wonders at the last second
why she doesn't look particularly afraid... an instant
before Yolanda's hand snaps out into a two-foot steel
needle which punches through his abdomen and pins him to a
solid oak door with a THUNK!
He whips up the ,45 but THUNK! His forearm is skewered,
pinned to the door at his side.
The pistol clatters to the floor.
He stares, face to face, into the eyes of the T-1000 as it
morphs into the cop-form.
Maybe this is an acid flashback, except it hurts too
goddamn much. He knows suddenly that very special fear,
not just death, but of an incomprehensible death in a
deranged universe.
T-1000
Where is John Connor?
Gant squirms on the skewers like a bug, gasping with the
pain.
GANT
John who?
THUNK! Another needle slams through him, sprouting
directly from the cop's chest. It pins him through the
left lung.
T-1000
Where is John Connor?
Gant struggles to breathe against excruciating pain.
GANT
Don't know... gone.
(THUNK. Another
needle)
Aaaarrgh!
THUNK. Another. Gant screams now, feeling rapier thrusts
through shoulder and groin. He can't believe the pain.
His hand fumbles into the pocket of his vest. Sweaty
fingers find a grenade there. He pulls the pin. The
spoon flies out and clinks on the floor. T-1000 looks
down and looks up, into Gant's eyes.
GANT
FUCK YOU!!
EXT. GANT'S HOUSE
The front of the house EXPLODES in Ingram's face. He was
running toward the front door with his MPK machine-pistol
at ready. The blast knocks him on his ass. He sits up,
slashed by flying glass, to see the inside of the house
engulfed in flame. Then he sees something on the ground,
just outside the shattered front door...
A chrome head. Ingram's expression goes bugshit. The
chrome mouth is moving, gulping like a gaffed fish.
A figure appears in the doorway... or most of a figure.
We TRACK WITH the polished black cop shoes toward the head
lying in the dirt.
A hand enters frame. The head dissolves and fuses with
the hand, like two blobs of solder running together.
IN CLOSE-UP, the T-1000 rises into frame, whole again.
INGRAM snaps out of his stupor and crawls in a frenzy for
his machine pistol. He starts screaming and firing,
screaming and firing as we TRACK IN ON HIM.
The MPK clicks empty. It is swatted out of his hands and
s steel needle pins him to the dirt.
T-1000
Where is John Connor?
INGRAM
I don't know, man... aaaargh... they
were talking about some guy... Dyson
or something like that...
INGRAM'S POV as the impassive cop face hovers above him.
T-1000
Thank you for your cooperation.
The cop's hand comes into frame, the index finger pointing
straight at us.
RACK FOCUS to the tip of the finger as--
SSSNICK! A flash of steel FILLS FRAME, then blackness.
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Ain't he just a sweet heart!=) He still is a little kinky
torture, ain't he. |
