EXPLOSION RAPID GUNFIRE What the hell?! Goddamned son of a bitch! STATIC HISS What the hell...? Hey! My turn! Neat. Come on. Hey! What's wrong with this picture? (LAUGHS) Nice night for a walk. Nice night for a walk. Wash day tomorrow. Nothing clean. Right? Nothing clean... right. This guy's not all there. Your clothes. Give them to me. Now. Fuck you, asshole! SIREN BLARES MAN: I don't have to put up with that bullshit! She's always after me! STATIC CRACKLE Uhh... uhhhhh! UHHHHHHHH! Hey, buddy, did you just see a bright light? Is he the guy? HOLD IT RIGHT THERE! HEY! HOLD IT! SIREN BLARES That son of a bitch took my pants! GUN FIRES What's the date? The 12th... May... ..Thursday... WHAT YEAR?! What? He's got my gun! Guard it, Big Buns! God! I'm late! So am I. I'm in it! So am I! Can I have my coffee? Sure. You ordered Burly Beef? No, barbecued beef. I didn't order fries. Mine's chilli beef. Who ordered this? We're ready. Yes, ma'am. Watch out! Oh! I'm so sorry! This isn't real leather, is it? I should give you the tip, kid. In 100 years, who's gonna care? The 12-gauge auto-loader. That's Italian. You can go pump or auto. The .45 with laser sighting. That's brand-new. A good gun. Just put the red dot where you're aiming. You can't miss. Anything else? Plasma rifle in 40 watt range. Don't have it. The Uzi 9 millimetre. You know your weapons. They're ideal for home defence. So... which will it be? All. I may close early today. There's a 15-day wait on the hand guns. You can't do that. Wrong. Hi, baby. Yeah, it's me. Come and pick me up. My bike broke down. I don't care! Come and... Hey, man! You've got a serious attitude problem! DOG YAPS Sarah Connor? Yes. I'm on my break. Sarah, come here! It's about you! Come on, sit down. You're going to love this! Shhhh! What? The suspect's description has been compiled. Sarah Connor, 35, mother of two, was shot dead today. You're dead, honey. In other late-breaking news... ENGINE SPLUTTERS ENGINE STARTS RADIO PLAYS EXPLOSION ARRRRRRRRRR! RADIO: For great sound come to Marr's Stereo at 2/5000 Sepulveda Boulevard. We have the latest digital and audio compact discs. We've got graphic equalisers and sound balancers... LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYS Sorry. PHONE RINGS Hello? First I'll rip the buttons off your blouse. Then I'll slide my tongue down to your breasts. Then I'll slowly pull your jeans off, inch by inch... Ginger, it's Matt. ..I'll lick your belly, further and further down. Then I'll pull your panties off. Who IS this? Oh God! Sarah? Oh, Jesus! I'm sorry! Can I talk to Ginger? Sure, Matt. It's the creep. Hello? First I'll rip your buttons off... GRRRRRRRRRR! You fuckin' pigs! Wait till I get you! Ed. What's up? Dead girl. I know that. Sarah Ann Connor - secretary, 35, shot six times. Large calibre weapon. You know, these work. What's this? Dead girl two. Sent over from the valley division. Is there a point to this? The name. Sarah Louise... Connor. Is this right? You're kidding?! The press will love this. A pattern killer. I hate the weird ones. So! Better than mortal man deserves. Ginger, have you seen Pugsley? No. Did you check messages? I thought you did. TAPE: Sarah, this is your mom... There you are, Pugsley! You mind your mother! ..'bye. Hi, Sarah, it's Stan Morsky. Something's come up. I can't make it tonight. I'm really sorry. I'll make it up to you. Call you soon. 'Bye. Sh... That bum! He can't treat you like this! Christ, it's Friday night! I'll live. I'll break his kneecaps! Well, Pugsley still loves me. Don't you, baby? God! That's disgusting! I'm going to the movies. OK. Have fun with Matt. OK. Enjoy yourself. OK. Ohh! Dammit, Matt! Oh my God! SHOUTS: Yeah! Yeah, all good, love. # Na, na, na, na. PHONE CHIMES Hey, the others wanna hang out. Um... GIRLS LAUGH ALL SING: # It's time to cut and run. This time I'm really done. # GIRL SQUEALS Oh my God! SHOUTS: Yeah! TECHNO MUSIC PLAYS, GIRLS CHATTER HORN BLARES, GIRLS SHRIEK, LAUGH (SIGHS) Oh, shit! Lieutenant, are you aware the two killings occurred in the same order as listings in the phone book? No comment. We've got two murders... That coffee's cold. Mmm-hmm. I put a cigarette out in it. Did you reach the next girl? She's not home. Send a unit. I did. No one's home. Call her again. I just called her! Give me a cigarette. PHONE RINGS ANSWERING MACHINE: Hi, there! Ha ha ha! I fooled you. You're talking to a machine... ROCK MUSIC PLAYS LOUDLY Same shit. The press will call him the goddamn 'phone book killer'. I hate these press cases. Especially the weird press cases. Where are you going? To make a statement. If I can get on TV by 11pm, maybe she'll call us. Well, how do I look? Like shit, boss. Your mama. Lieutenant! Police have announced the name of the victim in the second of two execution-style murders. Incredibly, the victims' names are virtually identical. Two hours ago, Sarah Ann Connor was pronounced dead at her flat. Can we change this? Sure. Don't touch it! Police refuse to speculate on the similarity between the shooting deaths. It seems there's no other connection between the victims. We'll keep you up to date on the situation. A spectacular fire fuelled by solvents, oils... ROCK MUSIC PLAYS Where's the phone? Out back! Hey! $4.50. OPERATOR: You've reached the police emergency number. All our lines are busy. Please hold the line. POLICE RECEIVE RADIO CALL (TURNS ON WALKMAN) Ahh! Pugsley! Shoo! Go! I'll make a belt out of you. Whoa! Don't make me bust you up, man! Arghh! (SCREAMS) (BREATHES PAINFULLY) PHONE RINGS ANSWERING MACHINE: Hi! I fooled you! You're talking to a machine. Don't worry - machines need love too. Leave a message and we'll return your call. Ginger, it's Sarah. Answer if you're there. I'm at this place called Tech-Noir. I'm really scared. I think somebody's after me. I hope you play this back soon. Can you pick me up? I'm going to give the police another try. The number here is 555-9175. I need your help. It's her. Sarah Connor? It's Lieutenant Traxler. Don't put me on hold! I won't. Where are you? A bar called Tech-Noir. I know it. Are you all right? Yes, but someone's following me. Listen carefully, Miss Connor. Stay put till we get there. Don't even go to the toilet. We'll be there soon. OK. That guy didn't pay! Arrghhh! GUNSHOT PEOPLE SCREAM MACHINE-GUN FIRE Come with me if you want to live. COME ON! ARGGHHHH! This is 1L-19. I've got a hit-and-run. Suspect vehicle - late model grey Ford - headed westbound on 7th. He's really moving! I'll need an ambulance on 7th at Broadway. Hey, hold it! (SCREAMS) RADIO: All units to Broadway. All units watch for a late-model grey Ford. Hold on! Are you injured? Are you shot?! FRANTICALLY: No! Do exactly what I say! EXACTLY! Don't move or talk unless I say. Do you understand? DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! Yes! Please don't hurt me! HORN BEEPS I'm here to help you! I'm Reese. Sergeant Tetcom - DN38416 - assigned to protect you. You've been targeted for termination. RADIO: Come in 1L-19. OFFICER'S VOICE: This is 1L-19 - westbound on Olympic, approaching overland. This is a mistake. I didn't do anything. You will. It's important that you live. How could that man...? It's not a man. It's a machine - terminator. Cybernised Systems model 101. A machine? Like a robot? Not a robot. A cyborg - cybernetic organism. No! He was bleeding. Just a second. SIREN WAILS GET YOUR HEAD DOWN! Listen. The terminator's an infiltration unit - part man, part machine. It's a hyper-alloy combat chassis, microprocessor controlled. Fully armoured, very tough. But on the outside it's living tissue - flesh, skin, hair, blood - grown for the cyborgs. Look... Pay attention! I've got to ditch this car. The 600 series had rubber skin - we spotted them easy. But these look human - sweat, bad breath, everything! They're hard to spot. I'm lucky I zeroed him. Look, I am not stupid! They cannot make things like that. Not yet. Not for about 40 years. Are you saying it's from the future? One possible future... ..from your viewpoint - I don't know tech stuff. Then, you're from the future too? Right. Right. Cyborgs don't feel pain... I do. Don't do that again. Let me go. LISTEN AND UNDERSTAND! That terminator is out there. It can't be bargained with, it can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity... or remorse, or fear. It absolutely will not stop! Ever! Until you are dead. Can you stop it? (SIGHS) I don't know. With these weapons, I don't know. RADIO: All units, suspect vehicle has been found in a parking structure at... The suspect is described as a six-foot white male wearing a grey overcoat... Reese. Why me? Why does it want me? There was a nuclear war. A few years from now... ..all this... ..this whole place, everything... ..it's gone. Just gone. There were survivors. Here... there... Nobody knew who started it. It was the machines. I don't understand. Defence network computers. New. Powerful. Hooked into everything - trusted to run it all. They say it got smart. A new order of intelligence. It saw everyone as a threat, not just the other side. It decided our fate in a micro-second. Extermination. Did you see this ruin? No. I grew up after - in the ruins. Starving - hiding from HKs. HKs? Hunter-killers. Patrol machines built in automated factories. Most of us were rounded up - put in camps for orderly disposal. Branded by laser-scan. Some were kept alive. To work... ..loading bodies. The disposal units ran night and day. We were that close to extinction. But there was one man who taught us to fight, to smash those metal motherfuckers into junk! He turned it around. He brought us back from the brink. His name was Connor. John Connor. Your son, Sarah. Your unborn son. ENGINE STARTS SHOTGUN BLAST (GASPS) SHOTGUN BLAST Drive! Reese! Reese! No, Reese! No! They'll kill you. You there! Raise your hands, now! Get out of there! Drop to your knees! Get out. Drop to the ground. Sarah. Try to drink this. Are you sure it's them? I should look at them. No. They've been identified. Ginger... Sarah... Sarah, this is Dr Silverman. Hi, Sarah. Could you tell him everything Reese said. I guess so. You're a doctor? (YAWNS) Criminal psychologist. Is Reese crazy? Well, we'll find out. So, you're a soldier. Fighting for whom? With the 132nd under Perry. From '21 to '27. That's the year 2027? That's right. I was... This is fucking great. ...under John Connor. Who was the enemy? A computer... BEEPER Oh, damn. Sorry. Built for Sac-norad by Cyberdyne Systems. I see. This computer thinks it can win by killing its enemy's mother. Killing him before he's even conceived. A sort of retro-active abortion. (LAUGHS) Silverman cracks me up. Last week he had... Ed, shut up. Why wasn't Connor killed then? Why use the terminator? It had to. Their defence grid was smashed. We'd won. Killing Connor then was useless. Yes. Skynet had to erase him. Is that when you found - what's it called... ..the time displacement equipment? That's right. The terminator had already gone through. Connor sent me to intercept. They destroyed everything. How will you get back? I can't. Nobody goes home. Nobody else comes through. It's just him - and me! It's just him - and me! Why didn't you bring any weapons? Something more advanced. Don't you have ray guns? Ray guns?! You go naked. Something about an organism's field. Nothing dead will go. Why? I didn't build the fucking thing! OK. But this cyborg, if it's metal... Surrounded by living tissue! This is great stuff. You see how his part doesn't require proof? It's such a brilliant paranoid delusion. Why were the other two women killed? Skynet knew nothing about Connor's mother. Just the city where she lived. The terminator was just being systematic. Well, let's... You have heard enough! I have to see Sarah Connor! I'm not allowed... Who is in authority here?! Reese... SHUT UP! You still don't get it. He'll find her! That's what he does!! You can't stop him! He'll pull her fucking heart out!! Doc. Let go of me!! Sorry. Reese is crazy? In technical terminology - he's a loon. Sarah, this is called body armour. Our TACT guys wear these - stops almost anything. The other individual must have one. Feel that. He smashed the windshield. He was probably on PCP. He wouldn't feel any pain. See this scar... Here. Thank you. There's a couch here. Try to get some sleep until your mother gets here. I can't sleep. Try. It doesn't look it, but it's very comfortable. You'll be perfectly safe. I got 30 cops here. Thank you. Goodnight. Goodnight. (RELEASES DOOR) BEEPER I'm Sarah Connor's friend. Can I see her? No, she's making a statement. Can I see her? No, she's making a statement. Where is she? You can wait over there. I'll be back. (SCREAMS) PEOPLE SCREAM POLICEMAN: Gunshots! Is it terrorists? Stay here. BULLETS RICOCHET Watch him! Ow. GUNSHOTS PEOPLE SCREAM BULLET RICOCHETS Ed... Hey! Sarah! Reese! This way. RADIO: KFLB News. Time, 4.36. The largest single law enforcement mobilisation in California history is under way. Police are engaged in a massive manhunt... Take this. Let's move the car. You cold? Freezing. Reese... You got a first name? Kyle. Kyle, what's it like to go through time? White light... Pain. Like being born. Oh my God. I caught one. You got shot? It's not bad. You'll need a doctor. Forget it. Forget it? Are you crazy?! Take this off. Oh, Jesus. It passed right through the meat. This is gonna make me puke. Would you just talk, please? About what? Anything, just talk. Tell me about my son. He's about my height. He has your eyes. What's he like? You trust him. He's got a strength. I'd die for John Connor. I can name him now. Do you know who the father is? John never said much about him. I know he dies before the war... Wait! I'd rather not know. So, did John send you here? I volunteered. Why? It was a chance to meet the legend - Sarah Connor. Taught her son to fight, organise and prepare from when he was a kid. Before the war. You're talking in the past tense! It's driving me crazy! Are you sure I'm the right person? I'm sure. I'm the mother of the future?! Am I tough? Organised? I can't even balance my chequebook! Reese, I didn't ask for this and I don't want it. Your son gave me a message for you. 'Thank you, Sarah, for your courage. 'You must be stronger than you imagine you can be. 'You must survive, or I will never exist.' That's all. It's a good field dressing. You like it? It's my first. Get some sleep. OK. Talk to me. About what? Tell me about your time. All right. You stay down by day, and move by night. Carefully, because the HKs use infra-red. But they're not too bright. John taught us ways to dust them. That's when the infiltrators started to appear. The terminators were the newest - the worst. SOLDIER: ..in search mode, 7.5 metres north of you. Let's go. It's Reese. Right, let him in. Pow! Pow! Pow! WOMAN COUGHS WOMAN CRIES DOGS BARK FRANTICALLY Terminator! Terminator! I was dreaming about dogs. We use them to spot terminators. Your world is terrifying. FLIES BUZZ KNOCK AT DOOR Buddy, is that a dead cat in there? KNOCK AT DOOR Fuck you, asshole. Goddamn! Thank you! Is this enough? Yeah. I won't ask where you got it. MAN: I'm coming. We need a room. With a kitchen. With a kitchen. I'm dying for a shower. We should check your bandage. Later. I'm getting supplies. Keep this. I can't tell you where I am, Mom. Honey, I need to know. You've made me hide in the cabin like a fugitive. I am worried sick. OK. Here's the number. Go ahead. It's 408-555-1439. Uh-huh. Room 9. Got it? Yes. I'm sorry I can't tell you more. I love you, Mom. I love you, too, sweetheart. MAN: Tiki Motel. What's your address? What have we got? Moth balls. Corn syrup, ammonia. What's for dinner? Plastique. That sounds good. What is it? Nitroglycerine, but more stable. I learned to make it as a kid. Don't get any on the threads. Like this. Screw the cap on. Very gently. What a fun childhood. That's good. Six more, then we'll make the fuses. He'll find us. Probably. It'll never be over. Look at me, I'm shaking. Some legend. You must be disappointed. No. I'm not. Kyle... ..what were the women in your time like? Good fighters. That's not what I meant. Was there someone special? Someone...? A girl, you know. No. Never. Never? I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. So much pain. Pain can be controlled. You just disconnect it. So you feel nothing? John Connor gave me a picture of you. I didn't know why then. It was very old... ..torn... ..faded. You were young, like now. You seemed just a little sad. I wondered what you were thinking then. I memorised every line... ..every curve. I came across time for you. I love you. I always have. I shouldn't have said that. Think fast! DOG BARKS MACHINE-GUNFIRE Trade places! Faster! Drive faster! Ow! KYLE! Oh my God! Aaahhhh! (GASPS) Kyle! Son of a bitch! You stay here. Let's get going! Get out. Kyle, come on! Get up! He's coming, Kyle! He's coming! Come on! Help me! Kyle, get out! Get out! Faster! Don't stop! Run! Sarah! Kyle! Kyle! Kyle! We did it. We got it! No! NOOOOO! Wait! What are you doing? Cover, so he can't track us. He's coming! Come on! Kyle! Come on! Kyle! Leave me. Get up! Move it, Reese! On your feet, soldier! On your feet! Quick! Back! Go back! Run, Sarah. No. RUN!! RUN!! Come on, motherfucker! (SCREAMS) Oh, no! AHH!... AHH! You're terminated, fucker! POLICE SIREN WAILS Kyle. Tape seven, November 10. Where was I? What's most difficult for me is deciding what to tell you. It'll be a while before you can understand these tapes. They're more for me at this point just so I can get it straight. Ah... gasolina, por favor. Cuanto? Llena el tanque. Fill her up? Si. Should I talk about your father? Boy, that's a tough one. Will it affect your decision to send him here knowing he's your father? If you don't send Kyle, you could never be. A person could go crazy thinking about this. I suppose I will tell you. I owe him that. Maybe it'll help if you know that in a few hours that we had together... ..we loved a lifetime's worth. Usted es muy hermosa, senora. Tengo pena de pedir que me des $5. Si no, mi padre me va a pegar. What did he say? He says you're beautiful. He's ashamed to ask $5 for this picture. If he doesn't, he'll be beaten. Pretty good hustle, kid. Cuatro. Si. Si. Gracias. Miren! Miren! Alla! Viene una tormenta! What did he say? He said, there's a storm coming. I know.