The Terminator

What the hell...?

Hey, my turn.

Hey, what's wrong with this picture?

Nice night for a walk?

Nice night for a walk.

Wash day tomorrow. Nothing clean, right?

Nothing clean. Right.

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

Your clothes, give them to me. Now.

Fuck you, asshole.

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?

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

Guard it for me, Big Buns.

Hi. I'm late.

So am I.

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

- Honey, can I have that coffee now? - Yes, sir.

- OK. Who gets the burly-beef? - I ordered barbecued.

I think that's mine, but I didn't order fries.

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

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

I'm so sorry.

This isn't real leather, is it?

Nice going, kid. I ought to give you the tip.

Look at it this way. In 100 years, who's gonna care?

The 12-gauge auto-loader.

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

The.45 long slide with laser sighting.

These are 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? - Plasma rifle in the 40-watt range.

Hey, just what you see, pal.

The Uzi nine millimeter.

You know your weapons, buddy.

Any one of these is ideal for home defense.

So which will it be?

- All. - I may close early today.

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

So incredible. You're not gonna believe this. Sit, you're going to love this.

- What? -... compiled from several witnesses.

Once again, Sarah Connor, 35, mother of two,

brutally shot to death in her home this afternoon.

You're dead, honey.

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Sorry.

Hello?

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

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?

God. Sarah?

Jesus. I'm sorry.

I thought you were... Can I talk to Ginger, please?

Sure.

It's the creep.

Hello?

First I'll rip the buttons off your blouse one by one...

You fucking pigs! Wait till I get my hands on you. Get off me!

Ed.

- What have 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 two.

Sent over from the Valley division this afternoon.

Are you 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 gonna be short-stroking it.

- A one-day pattern killer. - I hate the weird ones.

So...

Better than mortal man deserves.

- Ginger, have you seen Pugsley? - Not lately. Did you check messages?

I thought you did.

- Hi, Sarah, this is your mom... - There you are, young man.

You mind your mother.

Hi, Sarah. Stan Morsky. Something's come up.

Looks like I won't be able to make it tonight. Just can't get out of it.

I'm really sorry. I'll make it up to you. Call you in a day or so. 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. Have a good time.

- We will. You, too. - OK.

Damn it, Matt.

- Oh, shit. - Lieutenant!

These killings occurred in the order of their listings in the phone book.

- What can I tell you? No comment. - But, Lieutenant...

That coffee's two hours cold.

I put a cigarette out in it.

- Did you reach the next girl yet? - No. I got her answering machine.

- Send a unit. - I sent a unit. There's no answer.

- The apartment manager's not in. - Call her.

- I just called her. - Call her again.

Give me a cigarette.

Hi, there. Fooled you. You're talking to a machine.

But don't be shy. It's OK. Machines need love, too, so talk to it...

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 are you going? - To make a statement.

Maybe make these jackals work for us for a change.

If I can get on the tube by 11:00, maybe she'll call us.

Well, how do I look?

- Like shit, boss. - Your mama.

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...

- Can we change this? - Sarah Louise Connor...

Don't touch it!

Police are refusing to speculate on the similarity between the shooting deaths

and no other connection between the two victims has been established yet.

We'll have more on this late-breaking story as it comes in.

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

Hey, $4.50.

You have reached the Los Angeles Police Department emergency number.

All lines are busy. If you need a police car sent out to you, stay on the line.

Pugsley! Shoo!

Go on. I'm gonna make a belt out of you.

Don't make me bust you up, man.

Hi, there. Fooled you. You're talking to a machine.

But don't be shy. It's OK. Machines need love, too.

So talk to it and Ginger, that's me, or Sarah will get back to you.

Wait for the beep.

Ginger, this is Sarah. Pick up if you're there.

I'm at this place on Pico Boulevard called Tech Noir. I'm really scared.

I think that there's somebody after me. I hope that you play this back soon.

I need you and Matt to come and pick me up as soon as possible.

The police keep transferring me around. I'm gonna give 'em another try.

The number here is 555-9175.

Call me, kiddo. I need your help.

It's her.

Sarah Connor? It's Lieutenant Traxler.

Lieutenant, don't put me on hold and don't transfer me to another department.

Don't worry, I won't. Just relax. Can you tell me where you are?

- I'm in this bar called Tech Noir. - Yeah, I know it. It's on Pico.

- Are you all right? - Yeah, but I don't wanna leave.

- I think there's a guy following me. - Now, listen carefully.

You're in a public place so you'll be safe till we get there.

But stay visible. Don't go outside or even to the restroom.

- I'll have a car there in a minute. - OK.

Hey, that guy didn't pay.

Come with me if you wanna live.

Come on!

This is one-L-19. I got a hit-and-run felony.

Suspect vehicle: late model gray Ford headed westbound on Seventh.

He's really moving, punching lights all the way.

I'm gonna need an ambulance at Seventh and Broadway right now.

Hold it!

Hold on.

Are you injured? Are you shot?

Do exactly what I say. Exactly.

Don't move unless I say. Don't make a sound unless I say.

Do you understand?

- Do you understand? - Yes! Please don't hurt me.

I'm here to help you.

I'm Reese. Sergeant Tech-Com. DN38416. Assigned to protect you.

You've been targeted for termination.

This is 1-L-19. Westbound on Olympic, approaching Overland.

This is a mistake. I didn't do anything.

No, but you will. It's very important that you live.

This isn't true. How could that man just get up after you...

It's not a man. A machine.

A Terminator. Cyberdyne Systems model 101.

A machine? Like a robot?

Not a robot. A cyborg. Cybernetic organism.

- No. He was bleeding. - Just a second.

Get your head down!

All right, listen.

The Terminator's an infiltration unit. Part man, part machine.

Underneath it's a hyper-alloy combat chassis. Microprocessor controlled.

Fully armored, very tough. But outside it's living human tissue.