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Dyson - Meet the pilot
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Scene description The scene shows workaholic Dyson's obsession with the neural net processor. Dyson wants to make a better world with the processor. His wife Tarissa tells him that he has to spend more time with his son and daughter. Reason cut Van Ling (Creative Supervisor), in T2, the Book of the Film, An Illustrated Screenplay: Another major lift from the film, the Dyson house introduction scene not only to developed the family aspect of Dyson's life but also fleshed out his character as an obsessed scientist caught blindly in the obsessive thril of discovery without acknowledging the dangerous ramifications of his works. The omission of this scene for time simplified the character but actually made more potent the later disruption of the family by Sarah, in that we infer that Dyson's relationship with his family as being close and idyllic rather than somewhat neglectful, as this scene portrays; fortunately, the essence of Dyson's character remains intact in Joe Morton's performance in Scene 137. Comments This scene is re-inserted back into the special edition version of T2. Status - Source Terminator 2 script, revised final shooting script: 99 INT. DYSON HOUSE - DAY
Miles Dyson sits at the huge desk in his study. He is deep in
thought, tapping away at the keyboard of his home computer terminal.
Next to desk are racks of sophisticated gear. On a Sunday morning,
when most men are relaxing, spending time with their families, Dyson
is hard at work.
IN A PROFILE CLOSEUP we see him in deep concentration, his mind
prowling the labyrinth of his new microprocessor.
A WOMAN'S FACE ENTERS FRAME soundlessly behind him. He doesn't hear
her. His wife, TARISSA, extends her tongue and traces it down the
back of his neck. He smiles and turns to kiss her good morning.
She's still in her bathrobe, holding coffee. He's been up for hours.
He turns and goes back to work, forgetting instantly that she is
standing there.
She watches him work, the arcane symbols moving across the screen.
We see her frustration, her inability to truly enter the magic box
of his world.
TARISSA
You going to work all day?
DYSON
I'm sorry, baby. This thing is just kicking my
ass. I thought we had it with this one...
He points to a metal box on his desk, about two feet long. As
assembly of small cubes. It looks like a dinosaur version of
Terminator's CPU.
DYSON
... but the output went to shit after three
seconds. I'm thinking now it's the way I'm
matrixing the command hierarchies...
TARISSA
You need a break. You'll see it clear when you
come back.
DYSON
I can't
TARISSA
Miles, it's Sunday. You promised to take the
kids to Raging Waters today.
DYSON
Oh. I can't, honey. I'm on a roll here.
He takes her hands. We see a childlike excitement in his face. He
wants so badly to share the almost orgasmic thrill of discovery,
the satisfaction of creation.
DYSON
Baby, this thing is going to blow 'em all away.
It's a neural-net process --
TARISSA
I know. You told me. It's a neural-net
processor. It thinks and learns like we do.
It's superconducting at room temperature.
Other computer are pocket calculators by
comparison.
(she pulls away from him)
But why is that so goddamn important, Miles?
I really need to know, 'cause I feel like I'm
going crazy here, sometimes.
DYSON
I'm sorry, honey, it's just that I'm thiiis
close.
He holds up his thumb and index finger... a fraction of an inch apart.
She picks up the prototype. It doesn't look like much.
DYSON
Imagine a jetline with a pilot that never makes
a mistake, never gets tired, never shows up to
work with a hangover.
(he taps the prototype)
Meet the pilot.
TARISSA
Why did you marry me, Miles? Why did we have
these two children? You don't need us. Your
heart and your mind are in here.
(she stares at the metal box
in her hands)
But it doesn't love you like we do.
He takes the anodized box from her hands and sets it down. Then he
puts his hands on her shoulders and kisses her gently. She acquiesces
to his kiss.
DYSON
I'm sorry.
Tarissa glances over his shoulder. She nods her head toward the
doorway to the study. Dyson turns and sees their two kids standing
there. Danny (6) and Blythe (4) look rumpled and adorable in their
PJs. Dyson wilts at their hopeful expressions.
TARISSA
How about spending some time with your other
babies?
Dyson grins. The forces of darkness have lost this round. He holds
out his hands and his kids run to him, cheering.
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