John Henry checks out water delivery terminator's chip, which is burned beyond use, having been treated with phosphorous so it would burn up on contact with oxygen. Weaver asks him if any data can be retrieved, and he's doubtful, but he'll try. She wants to know who sent it. He says it's obvious the metal was sent by his brother. Maybe it was a birthday gift! A delayed birthday gift! Ellison strolls in with his coffee, and Weaver wants to know where he's been. "It's 7 in the morning! I've been asleep!" he whines. That kind of "humans need periodic stretches of sleep" attitude won't get you very far at Zeira Corp, mister. He asks if Weaver got his message, and she says it was very disappointing. She asks if he relayed the message exactly as she gave it to him, and he says he did, but neither of them will leave each other's side. "We'll see," say Weaver and John Henry simultaneously, and Ellison totally falls down on his teaching duties by not explaining that one of them needs to yell "Jinx!" and the other can't speak until his or her name is spoken by the victor.
Over at the motel, Cameron yanks the covers off John, waking him just the way his mother did, which bugs him. But what comes next isn't something his mother ever did, I imagine. She tells him it's important that he knows just how her body works, because her hardware and software were designed solely to terminate humans. "Not you. Not anymore," he says. "But what was there is still there. And will always be there," she tells him. "So down deep, you want to kill me," he says. Yes, she says. He asks why she doesn't. "I might, someday," she says. She says she needs to show him something: "This body." She takes off her shirt. John's like, so far, so good. Then she sits on the bed next to him, unhooks her bra. Eyes front, soldier! And then she lies down on the bed. And then she tells him to get on top of her. No argument from John. She tells him to put his knee there ("Uh, John? I said 'your knee.' And I said 'there'"), and then gives him a knife and shows him where to cut. He does so. "Reach down, under the breastplate." He does so. She asks him what it feels like. Cold, he says. "That's good, right?" he says. She says it's perfect. Jesus, John can barely breathe. Not that I can blame him. But let me get this straight: the way to check to see if a terminator is leaking radiation is to take her top off, lay her down on a bed and get on top of her? Give me a break. "John, it's time to go," says Cameron. Yeah, he's gonna need a minute, Cam.