Salceda's death
T2 omitted scene Scene description A great death scene of Enrique Salceda. Reason cut Van Ling (Creative Supervisor), in T2, the Book of the Film, An Illustrated Screenplay: Salceda's Death scene from 9/10/90 draft was scheduled but never filmed due to both scheduling and cost considerations; scheduled for the first week of principal photography, the scene would have involved a great number of mechanical makeup and pyrotechnic effects, not to mention a fair number of complicated visual effects plates for computer graphics shots. Since its only narrative purpose was to show how the T-1000 follows them to Dyson's house and a number of the T-1000 gags in the scene were reprised more effectively elsewhere, it was deemed redundant to the plot and unnecessarily complicated for the first week of shooting. The reabsorption of T-1000's gulping head was one of the favorite moments that was reluctantly lost when the scene was cut; it served no narrative purpose and was merely a variation on the reabsorption of the chrome hook hand in Scene 80I, just as the skewering of Salceda is a less involving take on the skewering of Sarah at the steel mill later on. In a very telling moment at the end of this scene, T-1000 demonstrates the subtlety with which it goes about its mission, shifting gears from the brutal interrogation of Salceda to the gentle questioning of Yolanda and the kids. Comments - Status - Source Terminator 2 script (9/10/90): EXT. SALCEDA'S CAMP - NIGHT SALCEDA'S DOG, teeth bared, barks a furious warning. The SOUND of machine gun fire erupts drowning him out. YOLANDA, clutching a .45 Officer's Colt, sweeps Paco and Juanita up in her arms and races away. SALCEDA is firing an MP5K on full auto, its strobing barrel flash lighting up the camp. CAMERA PUSHING IN ON HIM AS... THE T-1000 calmly walks toward him, unbothered by the stream of bullets. Unhurried. Salceda, amazed, is backing toward his truck, and the stacks of crated grenades and ammo boxes beside it. The T-1000 keeps coming. Steps right up to Salceda, knocks the weapon away and slams him to the ground. Salceda sprawls against one of the open wooden crates. T-1000 kneels before him. Points its finger. THUNK. Salceda screams, pinned to the crate by a two-foot long steel needle through his left lung. T-1000 Where is John Connor? SALCEDA John who? THUNK!! Another needle slams through him. Salceda struggles to breath against the excruciating pain. T-1000 (almost soothingly) I know this hurts. Where is John Connor? Salceda's hand gropes in the open crate of grenades behind him. He clutches one. Then apparently ready to cooperate he clutches T-1000's shoulder and struggles to pull himself closer, up along the impaling spikes. Behind the T-1000's neck, Salceda pulls the grenade's pin with his free hand. The spoon flies off... CLINK. SALCEDA FUCK YOU!! The truck, Salceda, and the T-1000 vanish in a MASSIVE EXPLOSION as the grenade sets off the other munitions. A huge ball of fire ascends into the night. YOLANDA, huddled with her children, the .45 held before her in a combat grip, screams as-- A CHROME HEAD rolls out of the inferno and comes to rest in the dirt, the liquid metal mouth gulping like a gaffed fish. A figure appears, silhouetted by the fire... or most of a figure. We TRACK WITH the polished black cop shoes toward the head lying in the dirt. A hand enters the frame. The head dissolves and fuses with the hand, like two blobs of solder running together. She stares in shock at the thing approaching. She slowly lowers the useless pistol. The T-1000 walks right up to her. It reaches down and picks up little Juanita. Gives her a friendly smile. T-1000 Do you know where John Connor is? The child mutely shakes her head no. T-1000 nods, unperturbed. Points toward the road. Juanita follows with her eyes. T-1000 When they reached the main road, did they go north... (indicating) ... or south? She points north. T-1000 smiles. Sets her down, unharmed. T-1000 Thank you for your cooperation. With that, the T-1000 turns and strides to its motorcycle parked a few yards away. Yolanda and her children silently watch as the Cop from Hell climbs onto the bike and roars off into the night. |
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