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Who the hell are you?

Maybe this will jog your memory.

I've waited a long time for this.

Am I supposed to know who you are?

I scavenge the high seas. You're the Aquaman. We were bound to meet at some point.

Let's not make it a habit.

Trust me, buddy, you wanna take this call.

This better be good.

Now, ya gotta speak up, she's kinda old.

Great.

[picks up phone]

This is Brock Lovett. How can I help you, Mrs...?

[turns to Bobby]

Calvert. Rose Calvert.

...Mrs. Calvert?

I was just wondering if you had found the 'Heart of the Ocean' yet, Mr. Lovett.

[turns to Bobby, completely shocked]

Told ya ya wanted to take the call.

All right, you have my attention, Rose. Can you tell us who the woman in the picture is?

Oh yes, the woman in the picture is me!

Who thought of the name Titanic? Was it you, Bruce?

Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size, and size means stability, luxury, and above all, strength.

Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you.

What's gotten into you?

Excuse me.

[She rises and leaves]

I do apologize.

She's a pistol, Cal! Hope you can handle her.

Well, I may have to start minding what she reads from now on, won't I, Mrs. Brown?

Freud? Who is he? Is he a passenger?

Hiya, fellas.

It's him.

The anomaly.

Do we proceed?

Yes...

...he is still...

...only human.

The great Morpheus. We meet at last.

And you are?

A Smith. Agent Smith.

You all look the same to me.

It seems that you've been living two lives. One life, you're Thomas A. Anderson, program writer for a respectable software company. You have a social security number, pay your taxes, and you... help your landlady carry out her garbage. The other life is lived in computers, where you go by the hacker alias 'Neo' and are guilty of virtually every computer crime we have a law for. One of these lives has a future, and one of them does not.

Pops! Are you... You?

As a T-800, I lack the mimetic skills to appear as anyone else.

It's him. Let's go!

How'd you know which one was him?

Well, I didn't know exactly.

You could have shot me!

Well, I was pretty sure it wasn't you.

Pretty sure?

What are you?

I don't know.

Marcus, what else could you be... if not machine?

A man.

The human condition no longer applies to you. Accept what you already know. That you were made to serve a purpose. To achieve what no other machine has been able to do. To infiltrate, find a target and then bring that target back home to us.

Welcome home, Marcus. We knew you'd be back. After all, it was programmed in you. Oh, and you executed that programming beautifully.

What am I?

You are an infiltration prototype. The only one of your kind. We resurrected you, advanced Cyberdyne's work, amended it.

Tell her who I am.

John Connor is the leader of the worldwide resistance and last hope for mankind.

The 600 series had rubber skin. We spotted them easy, but these are new. They look human... sweat, bad breath, everything. Very hard to spot. I had to wait till he moved on you before I could zero him.

Look, I am not stupid, you know. They cannot make things like that yet.

Not yet, not for about 40 years.

Are you saying it's from the future?

One possible future. From your point of view. I don't know tech stuff.

Then you're from the future, too. Is that right?

Right.

Right.

You're prettier than your picture.

Picture?

Yeah, that's actually how I clocked you. My brother carried your snap for luck.

Who's your brother?

What does it matter? You don't know the Reese boys and you never will.

Reese boys?

Derek Reese. Brother's Kyle.