The Terminator

What the hell? Goddamn son of a bitch...

Goddamn son of a...

What the hell?

Hey, my turn!

Me.

Come on.

Hey, what's wrong with this picture?

Nice night for a walk, eh?

Nice night for a walk.

Washday tomorrow. Nothing clean, right?

Nothing clean. Right.

I think this guy's a couple cans short of a six-pack.

Your clothes.

Give them to me. Now.

Fuck you, asshole!

Hey, sugar, how about it?

(SLURRED) I don't have to put up with that bullshit, man.

She's always after me.

I don't... I don't...

Hey, buddy. Did you just see a real bright light?

See that guy?

- Hold it right there! - He's rabbiting.

- Hey! I said hold it! - Go!

That son of a bitch took my pants!

- What day is it? The date! - 12th... May. Thursday.

- What year?! - What?

He's got my gun! Let's go!

3831, they lost the suspect.

Guard it for me, big buns.

- Hi. - Hi. I'm late.

So am I.

- I'm in it. - So am I.

Honey, could I have that coffee now, please?

Yes, sir.

- OK, who gets the burly beef? - Uh, I ordered barbecued beef.

- I think that's mine, but I didn't order fries. He gets the barbecued beef.

- Mine's the chili beef deluxe. - OK, who gets the burly beef?

Miss, we're ready to order now. - Yes, ma'am.

- (DRINK SPILLS) - Aah!

Oh, I'm so sorry. Oh, lord.

This isn't real leather, is it?

This special sucks.

Nice going, kid. Ought to give you the tip.

Look at it this way... in a hundred years, who's going to care?

The twelve-gauge auto-loader.

That's Italian. You can go pump or auto.

The .45 long slide, with laser sighting.

These are brand-new. We just got them in. That's a good gun.

Just touch the trigger, the beam comes on, and you put the red dot

where you want the bullet to go. You can't miss.

Anything else?

A phased plasma rifle in the 40-watt range.

Just what you see, pal.

The Uzi 9mm.

You know your weapons, buddy. Any one of these is ideal for home defense.

So, uh... which will it be?

All.

I may close early today.

There's a 15-day wait on the handguns, but the rifles you can take right now.

You can't do that.

Wrong.

Hi, baby. Yeah, yeah, it's me.

Listen, I need you to come pick me up. My bike just broke down.

I don't care what you're doing. Come and get me. What the...

Hey, man, you got a serious attitude problem.

- Sarah Connor? - Yes?

I'm on my break, Chuck. Carla's got my station.

Sarah, come here! It's about you. I mean, sort of.

It's so incredible. You're not gonna believe this.

Sit down. You are going to love this.

- Shh! - What?

Has been compiled from several witnesses.

Once again, Sarah Connor, thirty-five, mother of two,

brutally shot to death in her home this afternoon.

- You're dead, honey. - In other late-breaking news,

teamster representatives have issued a statement...

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We've got graphic equalizers and sound balancers that adjust the sound to fit...

Sorry.

Hello.

First, I'm gonna rip the buttons off your blouse, one by one,

and then run my tongue down your neck to your bare, gleaming breasts,

and then slowly, slowly pull your jeans off... inch by inch.

Ginger, it's Matt!

And lick your belly in circles further and further down,

and then pull your panties off with my teeth.

Who is this?

I... I, uh... Sarah?

Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry. I thought you were...

- Can I talk to Ginger, please? - Sure, Bunky.

It's the creep.

Hello.

First, I'm gonna rip the buttons off your blouse, one by one...

You fuckin' pigs! Wait till I get my hands on you!

- Get off of me! Sit down, fella.

Ed.

- What do you got? - Dead girl.

- I can see that. - Sarah Ann Connor, secretary, 35,

shot six times at less than ten feet. Large caliber weapon.

You know, these work.

What's this?

Dead girl 2, sent over from Valley Division this afternoon.

- I'm sure there's a point to all of this. - Look at the name, Ed.

Sarah Louise... Connor. Is this right?

You're kidding me.

The press is going to be short-stroking it all over the place.

A one-day pattern killer.

I hate the weird ones.

So...

Better than mortal man deserves.

- Ginger, have you seen Pugsley? - No, not lately. Did you check messages?

Uh-uh. I thought you did.

Hi, Sarah, this is your mom...

There you are, young man.

- You mind your mother. - So call me back, will you, dear? Uh, bye.

Hi, Sarah. Dan Moorski. Uh, something's come up,

and it looks like I won't be able to make it tonight.

Just can't get out of it. Look, I'm really sorry. I'll make it up to you.

Call you in a day or so, OK? Sorry. Bye.

That bum. So what if he has a Porsche?

He can't treat you like this. It's Friday night, for Christ's sake!

I'll live.

I'll break his kneecaps.

Well... Pugsley still loves me, don't you, baby?

God. It's disgusting.

- I'm gonna go to a movie, kiddo. - OK.

- You and Matt have a good time. - We will. You, too.

OK.

Damn it, Matt!

Oh, shit.

Lieutenant, are you aware that these two killings

occurred in the same order as their listings in the phone book?

Now, what can I tell you guys? No comment.

But, lieutenant, we've got two murders...

- That coffee's two hours cold. - Mm-hmm.

I put a cigarette out in it.

- Did you reach the next girl yet? - No. I keep getting an answering machine.

- Send a unit. - I sent a unit.

There's no answer at the door, and the apartment manager's not home.

Call her.

- I just called her. - Call her again.

Give me a cigarette.

Hi there.

Ha ha ha. Fooled you. You're talking to a machine, but don't be shy, it's OK.

Same shit.

I can hear it now. He's gonna be called the goddamn "Phone Book killer."

I hate these press cases, especially the weird press cases.

- Where you going? - To make a statement.

Maybe make these jackals work for us for a change.

If I can get on the tube by eleven o'clock, maybe she'll call us.

Well...

- How do I look? - Like shit, boss.

Your mama.

Lieutenant!

This just in. Police have announced the name of the victim

in the second of two execution-style murders which took place today.

Incredibly, the names of the two victims are virtually identical.

Two hours ago, 35-year-old Sarah Ann Connor was pronounced dead at the scene

- in her Santa Monica apartment... - Can we change this?

- Sure. - Sarah Louise Connor was slain by an...

Don't touch it! - Unknown gunman earlier today in her home.

Now, police are refusing to speculate on the apparent similarity

between these shooting deaths, and no other connection between the two victims

has been established as of yet.

Of course, we'll have more on this late-breaking story as it comes in.

A spectacular fire fueled by solvents, oils, and other flammable liquids

swept through an oil company on North Spring Street

just northeast of Chinatown Wednesday night...

- Hey, you got a phone? - It's in the back! Hey! 4.50.

You have reached the Los Angeles Police Department emergency number.

All our lines are busy. If you need a police car sent out to you,

please stay on the line.

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