Outside, Chrome Artie is striding up the driveway with an automatic weapon at his side. He looks at the Crew's truck, decides it's "clean," and turns his attention to the house, pulling up a blueprint.

Inside, Sarah asks for Tarissa's help: "For my son." That must have worked, because just as Chrome Artie is about to head up the steps of the Dysons' palatial house, the sound of an engine revving from inside a nearby garage catches his attention. He stops, and an SUV suddenly breaks down the garage door. Rather than, you know, GETTING OUT OF THE WAY, the Terminator does that confused head-cock thing, and gets bounced off the rear door, cracking the rear window with his head. The SUV peels off, with Chrome shooting at them, blowing out the back window, before he breaks into a run. As he passes the Crew's old truck, Cameron pushes a button on her key fob. Locking it so no one steals the stereo? Close: the truck blows up, catching Artie in the explosion and sending him hurtling through the air. I guess when he scanned the truck, he missed the explosives Cameron planted.

In the Dyson-mobile, the trio discover that Sarah's been hit. And back at the Dyson place, an increasingly banged-up Artie stands up, ever more robotically. If he fails in his mission to kill John Connor, he can probably enter some break-dancing competitions for kicks.

After the commercial break, Sarah drops John off at a drugstore and orders him to get bandages and rubbing alcohol, while she and Cameron find cover around back, in yet another abandoned warehouse/garage/factory/whatever. Sarah readies herself for impromptu surgery from Cameron, which she wants done before John gets back. Her sensitive boy won't be able to handle this? He'll be a big help on the battlefield of the future. Cameron helps Sarah up onto a table and rips her sleeve, while Sarah starts blubbering about how she'll lose her mind if they keep running. "He'll leave me. He'll leave me," she says. Cameron looks on blankly. Sometimes at work I wish I were programmed not to give a shit.