Whoa! Flashy new credit sequence! Sarah narrates the basics of the fight to stop Skynet from ever being created, over shiny menacing chrome! There are our heroes, decked out and ready for war, or some crappy music video.

And now, the "previously on" scenes, which I mention only because of a slight cheat: supposedly, last time, when Sarah shot Chrome Artie with the not-really-nuclear gun and popped his head off, that head came flying through the time-travel bubble with them, bounced off the hood of a car and flew RIGHT AT US. Which didn't happen last week. Maybe it got cut for time. Or cut for HADN'T THOUGHT OF IT YET.

The skull lies in some garbage on the side of the road, waiting for some virgin to make it the centerpiece of his doll collection. While Sarah voice-overs something about a wise man once saying something like "know thyself" and struggles to apply that to her lifestyle as a fugitive (due to her speaking the truth), a roadside garbage-collecting crew picks up the trash. We get it, Sarah. You need to protect your son. Is a convoluted monologue going to run with a contrived theme that dovetails with the action in every episode? Is this Terminator and the City?

Inside the Connor Compound, John complains that his mom picked up the wrong needle-nose pliers for whatever electronics project he's currently hacking or whatever, and chalks it up to what he calls "time-lag." He suggest that some fresh air would help with the time-lag, since he's been cooped up in the house for three days. She says he can go outside once they get their new IDs, and talks about it like it's this momentous occasion, even though he points out they've been through this before. "This is different," she says. Cameron comes in to pester Sarah for the new IDs as well. "I want my new name. I want my whole new me," says John, somewhat sarcastically. He asks if Sarah's found Enrique yet. "Ten years ago he was the best fake-paper guy around," Sarah explains to Cameron. "John sent back better ones," says Cameron, who is like that new employee who keeps talking about how everything was so much better where they used to work.

But her comment has twigged with Sarah, who bitches Cameron out, while the Terminator hotwires a car, for not telling her earlier that there are other people here from the future. "Resistance fighters," says Cameron. "Are they manning some kind of apocalyptic paramilitary convenience store, filled with fake IDs and guns and money?" snaps Sarah. Cameron doesn't say anything, but I hope the answer is yes. I really, really hope the answer is yes. Sarah's cell phone rings, and it's John, who called because he can't find any turkey in the fridge. Sarah suggests he try moving some stuff around, and then voila! Turkey! Mankind's hope for survival, ladies and gentlemen. Smoke 'em if you got 'em, because we're going down.