Terminator, The (1984)

[bunniefuu]

What the hell?

g*dd*mn son of a bitch.

What the hell?

Hey, my turn!

Me.

Come on.

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.

f*ck you, assh*le!

Hey, sugar, how about it?

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?

He the 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!

The 12th of May. Thursday.

- What year?

- What?

He's got my g*n! Let's go!

Guard it for me, big buns.

I'm late.

So am I.

- I'm in it.

- So am I.

Honey, could I have

that coffee now, please?

Yes, sir.

Who gets the burly beef?

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.

Who gets the burly beef?

Miss, we're ready to order now.

Yes, ma'am.

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, in a hundred years,

who's going to care?

The 12-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 g*n.

Just touch the trigger,

the beam comes on...

and you put the red dot

where you want the b*llet to go.

You can't miss.

Anything else?

A phased plasma r*fle

in the 40-watt range.

Just what you see, pal.

The U*i 9mm.

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.

There's a fifteen-day wait

on the handguns...

but the r*fles

you can take right now.

- You can't do that.

- Wrong.

Hi, baby. 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?

I'm on my break, Chuck.

Carla's got my station.

Sarah, come here!

It's about you. 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.

Sorry.

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?

Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry.

I thought you were...

Can I talk to Ginger, please?

Sure, Bunky.

It's the creep.

First, I'm gonna rip the buttons

off your blouse one by one...

You f*cking 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, thirty-five...

shot six times

at less than ten feet.

Large caliber w*apon.

You know, these work.

What's this?

Dead girl two, 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.

A one-day pattern k*ller.

I hate the weird ones.

So?

Better than mortal man deserves.

Ginger, have you seen Pugsley?

No, 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. Dan Moorski.

Something's come up.

I can't 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.

You and Matt have a good time

We will. You, too.

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 we've got two murders...

That coffee's two hours cold.

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 manager's not home.

- 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 going to be called

the g*dd*mn "Phone Book k*ller."

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.

The names of the two victims

are virtually identical.

Two hours ago,

was pronounced dead at the scene

in her Santa Monica apartment...

Can we change this?

Sarah Louise Connor was slain...

Don't touch it!

...earlier today in her home.

Now, police

are refusing to speculate...

on the apparent similarity

between these sh**ting deaths...

and no other connection

between the two victims...

has been established as of yet.

We'll have more on this 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! Four fifty.

This is the Los Angeles Police

Department emergency number.

Emergency number.

All our lines are busy.

If you need a police car sent,

please stay on the line.

Two-eleven in progress...

corner of Third and Cameron.

Pugsley, shoo! Go on.

I'm going to make a belt

out of you.

Don't make me bust you up, man!

Hi there. Fooled you.

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 Technoir.

I'm really scared.

I think that

there's somebody's 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 them another try.

The number here is 555-9175.

Call me, kiddo.

I need your help.

It's her.

It's her.

Sarah Connor?

It's Lieutenant Traxler.

Lieutenant, don't put me

on hold or transfer me!

I won't. Just relax.

Where are you?

In this bar called Technoir.

I know. It's on Pico.

Are you all right?

Yeah, but I don't want to leave.

I think there's a guy

following me.

All right, now listen,

Miss Connor.

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 rest room.

I'll have a car there

in a hot minute.

Hey, that guy didn't pay.

Come with me

if you want to live.

Come on!

This is 1-L19.

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 going to need

an ambulance...

at Seventh and Broadway

right now.

Hold it!

All units watch

for a late-model gray Ford...

last seen westbound

on Seventh and Broadway.

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! Yes!

Please, don't hurt me.

I'm here to help you.

I'm Reese, Sergeant Techcom,

BN38416...

assigned to protect you.

You've been targeted

for termination.

Attempt to intercept, 1-L19.

This is 1-L19.

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...

He's not a man... a machine.

A Terminator.

A Cyberdyne Systems Model 101.

A machine?

Like a robot?

Not a robot. A cyborg.

A 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 hyperalloy

combat chassis...

microprocessor controlled,

fully armored... very tough.

But outside,

it's living human tissue...

flesh, skin, hair, blood...

grown for the cyborgs.

- Look, I don't know what...

- Pay attention!

I got to ditch this car.

The 600 series had rubber skin.

We spotted them easy,

but these are new.

They look human...

sweat, bad breath, everything.

Very hard to spot.

I had to wait till he moved

on you before I could zero him.

Look...

I am not stupid, you know.

They cannot make things

like that yet.

Not yet.

Not for about forty years.

Are you saying

it's from the future?

One possible future.

From your point of view...

I don't know tech stuff.

Then you're from the future,

too, is that right?

- Right.

- Right.

Cyborgs don't feel pain.

I do. Don't do that again.

- Just 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.

And it absolutely

will not stop ever!

Until you are dead.

Can you stop it?

I don't know.

With these weapons,

I don't know.

All units. Gray Ford suspect

vehicle has been found...

in a parking structure

at Fourth and Beaudry.

Why me?

Why does it want me?

There was a nuclear w*r...

a few years from now.

All this...

this whole place, everything...

it's gone.

Just gone.

There were survivors.

Here, there.

Nobody even knew who started it.

It was the machines, Sarah.

I don't understand.

Defense network computers...

New... powerful

Hooked into everything.

Trusted to run it all.

They say it got smart...

a new order of intelligence.

Then it saw all people

as a threat...

not just the ones

on the other side.

Decided our fate

in a microsecond...

extermination.

Did you see this w*r?

I grew up after it

in the ruins...

starving, hiding from HKs.

- HKs?

- Hunter-K*llers...

patrol machines

built in automated factories.

Most of us were rounded up...

put in camps

for orderly disposal.

This was burned in

by laser scanner.

Some of us were kept alive...

to work...

loading bodies.

The disposal units

ran night and day.

We were that close

to going out forever.

But there was one man

who taught us to fight...

to storm the wire

of the camps...

to smash those

metal m*therf*ckers into junk.

He turned it around.

He brought us back

from the brink.

His name is Connor...

John Connor.

Your son, Sarah.

Your unborn son.

Drive!

- They'll k*ll you.

- You in the Cadillac!

Let me see your hands now!

Get out of the car!

Drop to your knees!

Out of the car.

Drop to the ground.

Sarah,

try to drink some of this.

Listen, are you sure it's them?

Maybe I should look

at the bodies.

No. They've been identified.

There's no doubt.

Oh, God.

Sarah, this is Dr. Silberman.

Hi, Sarah.

I want you to tell him

everything Reese told you.

Do you feel up to that?

I guess so.

You're a doctor?

Criminal psychologist.

Is Reese crazy?

That's what

we're gonna 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.

And I was assigned...

This is f*cking great.

...the last two years

under John Connor.

Who was the enemy again?

A computer defense system

built for...

Damn. Sorry.

Built for SAC-NORAD

by Cyberdyne Systems.

I see.

And this computer

thinks it can win...

by k*lling

the mother of its enemy.

k*lling him, in effect,

before he's even conceived...

a sort of retroactive abortion?

That guy Silberman

cracks me up.

Last week, he had this guy

in here that burned his Afghan.

Screwed it first,

then he set it on fire.

Shut up.

Why didn't the computer

just k*ll Connor then?

Why this elaborate scheme

with the Terminator?

It had no choice.

Their defense grid was smashed.

We'd won.

Taking out Connor then

would make no difference.

Skynet had to wipe out

his entire existence.

Is that when you

captured the lab complex...

and found that...

What is it called?

The time displacement equipment?

That's right. The Terminator

had already gone through.

Connor sent me to intercept,

and they blew the whole place.

How are you supposed 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 g*ns?

Ray g*ns.

Show me a piece

of future technology.

You go naked.

Something about the field

generated by a living organism.

- Nothing dead will go.

- Why?

I didn't build

the f*cking thing!

OK. But this cyborg,

if it's metal...

Surrounded by living tissue!

Right.

This is great stuff.

I could make a career

out of this guy.

You see how clever

this part is?

How it doesn't require

a shred of proof?

Most paranoid delusions

are intricate...

but this is brilliant.

Why were the other

two women k*lled?

Most of the records

were lost in the w*r.

Skynet knew almost nothing

about Connor's mother.

Her full name, where she lived.

They just knew the city.

The Terminator was

just being systematic.

Well, let's go back to...

Look, you have heard enough!

I have answered your questions!

Now I have to see Sarah Connor!

I'm afraid that's not up to me.

Then why am I talking to you?

Because I can help you.

Who is in authority here?

Shut up!

You still don't get it, do you?

He'll find her.

That's what he does!

That's all he does!

You can't stop him!

He'll wade through you,

reach down her throat...

and pull her f*cking heart out!

Doc.

Let go of me...

Sorry.

So, Reese is crazy?

In technical terminology...

he's a loon.

Sarah, this is what

they call body armor.

Our TAC guys wear these.

It'll stop a 12-gauge round.

This other individual must have

worn one under his coat.

Feel that. Go ahead.

What about when he punched

through the windshield?

He was probably on PCP.

Broke every bone in his hand

and wouldn't feel it for hours.

There was this guy once...

See this scar?

- Here.

- Thank you.

There's a couch

in this other room.

Why don't you stretch out

and try to get some sleep?

It'll be an hour before your

mother gets here from Big Bear.

- I can't sleep.

- Try.

It may not look it, but

that couch is very comfortable.

You'll be perfectly safe.

We got 30 cops in this building.

Thank you.

Good night.

I'm a friend of Sarah Connor.

I was told that she's here.

Could I see her, please?

No. You can't see her.

She's making a statement.

Where is she?

Look, it may take a while.

If you want to wait,

there's a bench over there.

I'll be back.

What the hell was that?

g*nsh*t!

What is it, t*rrorists?

Let's go! Let's go!

Stay here.

Let's get out of here!

Come on!

He's got an a*t*matic w*apon!

Move it, move it!

What the hell

happened to the lights?

Watch him.

a*t*matic weapons!

Lock and load! Let's go!

Fire! Fire!

This way.

KFLB Newstime 4:36.

In the top story of the hour...

the largest single

law enforcement mobilization...

in California history

is currently underway.

Police in

five southern counties...

are engaged in a massive manhunt

for an unident...

Take this.

All right,

let's get this off the road.

- You cold?

- Freezing.

You got a first name?

Kyle.

Kyle...

what's it like

when you go through time?

White light.

Pain.

It's like being born maybe.

Oh, my God.

I caught one back there.

You mean you got shot?

It's not bad.

We got to get you to a doctor.

It's OK. Forget it.

What do you mean, forget it?

Are you crazy?

Take this off.

Jesus.

See, it passed

right through the meat.

This is going to make me puke.

Would you talk about something?

What?

I don't know.

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.

Well... at least now

I know what to name him.

I don't suppose

you know who the father is...

so I won't tell him

to get lost when I meet him.

John never said much about him.

I know he dies before the w*r...

Wait!

I don't want to know.

So, was it John

that sent you here?

I volunteered.

Why?

It was a chance

to meet the legend...

Sarah Connor.

Taught her son to fight,

organize...

prepare from when he was a kid.

When you were in hiding

before the w*r...

You're talking about things

I haven't done yet...

in the past tense.

It's driving me crazy.

Are you sure

you have the right person?

I'm sure.

Come on.

Do I look like

the mother of the future?

Am I tough, organized?

I can't even

balance my checkbook.

Look, Reese,

I didn't ask for this honor...

and I don't want it!

Any of it!

Your son gave me a message

to give to you.

Made me memorize it.

Thank you, Sarah, for your

courage through the dark years.

I can't help you with

what you must soon face...

except to say that

the future is not set.

You must be stronger

than you imagine you can be.

You must survive,

or I will never exist.

That's all.

That's a good field dressing.

You like it?

It's my first.

Get some sleep.

It will be light soon.

Talk to me some more.

About what?

Tell me about where you're from.

All right.

You stay down by day...

but at night

you can move around.

You still have to be careful

because the HKs use infrared.

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.

Traversing your sector

in search mode.

of your position.

Understand. 750 meters north.

Let's go.

Intercept. Over.

Take it easy.

Finish your sweep.

They are scavenger teams

in that quadrant.

Avoid contact.

Repeat, avoid contact.

We'll get them later.

Roger, Echo Leader.

Sector niner,

what's your status?

Situation normal.

We're coming in.

Roger.

Firebase,

what's your status? Over.

Reese. BN384.

Right. Let him in.

Any infiltrators

at the shopping mall?

No problem.

They were clean.

We're cutting short

the patrol. Over.

Roger, Yankee-1-7.

You are clear to return.

Terminator!

I was dreaming about dogs.

We use them

to spot Terminators.

Your world is pretty terrifying.

Buddy, you got a dead cat

in there, or what?

f*ck you, assh*le.

God damn!

Thank you.

Is this enough?

Yeah, it's enough.

I don't want to ask

where you got it.

- I'm coming.

- We need a room.

- All right.

- With a kitchen.

Do you have one

with a kitchen?

I am dying for a shower.

We should check

your bandage, too.

Later. I'm going out

for supplies.

Keep this.

No, I can't tell you

where I am, Mom.

I was told not to say.

Honey, I need to know

where I can reach you.

You tell me to hide up at

the cabin like some fugitive...

and you won't tell me

what's going on?

I am worried sick, dear.

Here's the number. Ready?

Here's the number. Ready?

Yes. Go ahead.

It's 408-555-1439.

Room nine. Got it?

I've got it.

I've got to go.

I'm sorry I can't

tell you more right now.

I love you, Mom.

I love you, too, sweetheart.

- Tiki Motel.

- Give me your address.

What have we got?

Mothballs.

Corn syrup.

Ammonia.

What's for dinner?

Plastique.

That sounds good.

What is it?

Nitroglycerin, basically.

It's a bit more stable.

I learned to make it

when I was a kid.

Make sure there's none

on the threads.

Like this.

Screw the end cap on.

Very gently.

You must have had

a fun childhood.

That's good.

All right.

Six more like that...

and I'll get started

on the fuses.

He'll find us, won't he?

Probably.

It'll never be over, will it?

Look at me. I'm shaking.

Some legend, huh?

You must be

pretty disappointed.

No. I'm not.

The women in your time...

what are they like?

Good fighters.

That's not what I meant.

Was there someone special?

Someone?

A girl. You know.

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 once.

I didn't know why at the time.

It was very old...

torn...

faded.

You were young like you are now.

You seemed just a little sad.

I always wondered what you

were thinking at that moment.

I memorized every line...

every curve.

I came across time

for you, Sarah.

I love you.

I always have.

I shouldn't have said that.

Think fast!

Trade places!

Faster! Drive faster!

Oh, my God!

- Whoa!

- Son of a bitch!

You stay here.

Let's get out of here.

Get out.

Kyle! Come on! Get up!

He's coming! Kyle!

Come on!

Help me! Get out!

Get out!

Come on!

Faster!

Don't stop! Run!

We did it, Kyle.

We got it.

Wait!

What are you doing?

Cover... so he can't track us.

Come on!

No, Kyle!

Come on!

Leave me here.

Get up!

Move it, Reese!

On your feet, soldier!

On your feet! Move it!

Back. Go back.

Run, Sarah.

Run!

Come on, m*therf*cker.

You're terminated, fucker.

Tape 7, November 10.

Where was I?

What's most difficult for me

is trying to decide...

what to tell you

and what not to.

But I guess

I have a while yet...

before you're old enough

to even understand these tapes.

They're more for me

at this point...

just so that

I can get it straight.

Fill her up.

Should I tell you

about your father?

Boy, that's a tough one.

Will it affect your decision

to send him here...

knowing that he is your father?

If you don't send Kyle,

you can never be.

God, 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 the few hours

that we had together...

we loved a lifetime's worth.

What did he just say?

He says

you're very beautiful...

and he's ashamed to ask you...

for five American dollars

for his picture...

but if he doesn't,

his father will beat him.

Pretty good hustle, kid.

What did he just say?

He said

there's a storm coming in.

I know.