The Terminator Page #13
He pauses as they slide around another corner.
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Reese's sedan glides out onto a main drag, very subdued.
He turns the lights on and blends with traffic.
The helicopter crosses laterally in the distance.
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128 INT. GREY SEDAN - NIGHT 128
REESE:
(continuing)
But outside, it's living
human tissue. Flesh, skin,
hair...blood. Grown for the
cyborgs.
SARAH:
Look, Reese, I know you want
to help, but...
REESE:
(cutting her off)
Pay attention. 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 'til
could zero him.
SARAH:
Hey, I'm not stupid, y'know.
They can't build anything like
that yet.
REESE:
No. Not yet. Not for about
forty years.
Reese is driving sedately for a low profile, but his eyes
rove constantly, searching for a place to ditch the car.
Sarah's eyes are alert as well, and her tone becomes a bit
too cool.
SARAH:
So, it's from the future, is
that right?
REESE:
One possible future. Four your
point of view. I don't know the
tech stuff.
SARAH:
And you're from the future too?
REESE:
Right.
They come to a red light and Reese stops.
SARAH:
(patronizingly)
Right...
Like a shot she unlatches the seatbelt, pulls the door lock
and has the door half open before Reese can react. He catches
her arm and hauls her struggling back into the car.
Sarah sinks her teeth into his hand with all her strength.
His grip doesn't slacken.
Slowly, without releasing her, he reaches across with his
other hand and shuts the door. His face shows no reaction.
Sarah draws back and stares at the blood running down his
arm from the bite, that at his grim, scarred face. The
light turns green and Reese drives on.
Sarah tastes blood and wipes her mouth.
REESE:
(coldly)
Cyborgs don't feel pain. I
do. Don't...do that...again.
He wipes his hand on his pants.
SARAH:
(weakly, plead-
ing)
Just let me go.
REESE:
(slow, but intense)
Listen. Understand. That
Terminator is out there. It
can't be reasoned with, it can't
be bargained with...it doesn't
feel pity of remorse or fear...
and it absolutely will not stop.
Ever. Until you are dead.
Sarah slump in utter resignation.
SARAH:
(quietly)
Can you stop it?
Reese doesn't look at her.
REESE:
Maybe. With these weapons...
I don't know.
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129 EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT 129
Reese's car turns into the parking lot of a large hospital,
acres of pavement dotted with sporadic parked cars.
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130 EXT./INT. TERMINATOR'S CRUISER - NIGHT 130
ANGLE THROUGH WINDSHIELD, ON TERMINATOR, as he searches.
Streetlights flare across rhythmically.
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131 EXT. POLICE HELICOPTER - NIGHT 131
It moves between two buildings, searchlight sweeping back
and forth. DOWN ANGLE, past the chopper, as the circle of
light moves across a row of parked cars.
It passes a grey sedan with a shattered windshield.
Flicks back. Holds.
TIGHTER ON CAR, GROUND LEVEL, in the glare and propwash.
It looks empty.
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132 EXT. PARKING LOT/NEARBY - NIGHT 132
LOW ANGLE DOLLY, MOVING WITH REESE AND SARAH as they crawl
behind a row of parked cars.
He has firm hold of her arm but she seems to be cooperating.
In the B.G., the chopper hovers, on the far side of the lot.
Reese approaches the door of a late model brown Buick which
has been left with its window partway down.
He unlocks it and they slip inside.
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133 EXT./INT. TERMINATOR'S CRUISER - NIGHT 133
TIGHT ON TERMINATOR, through the windshield of the black-
and-white.
DISPATCHER (V.O.)
(filtered)
Suspect vehicle located at
parking lot, Cedar and Glen-
haven...
FULL SHOT as Terminator's cruiser slews in a radical turn
and roars off in the opposite direction.
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134 INT./EXT. BROWN BUICK/PARKING LOT - NIGHT 134
Reese uses the butt of the shotgun to smash loose the
ignition assembly. He begins working on the wires. A
police cruiser appears, moving slowly between the rows of
cars.
Reese grabs Sarah and pulls her down to huddle below dash
level. A moment later a spotlight flashes across the seats
above them. They hear the helicopter circling closer.
SARAH:
Reese...why me? Why does
it want me?
They are lying very close, a forced intimacy. Reese's voice
is an urgent whisper, almost in her ear. A cruiser passes
so close they can hear its radio clearly.
REESE:
There's so much...
SARAH:
Tell me. Just start at the
beginning.
Reese musters his thoughts. And starts.
REESE:
There was a war. A few years
from now. Nuclear war. The
whole thing. All this--
His gesture includes the car, the city, the world.
REESE:
(continuing)
--everythingis gone. Just
gone. There were survivors.
Here. There. Nobody knew who
started it.
(pause)
It was the machines.
SARAH:
I don't understand...
REESE:
Defense network computer. New.
Powerful. Hooked into everything.
Trusted to run it all. They say it
got smart...a new order of intelli-
gence. Then it saw all people as
a threat, not just the ones on the
other side. Decided out fate in a
microsecond...extermination.
Reese pauses, and when he continues it's less like a military
briefing, quieter.
REESE:
(continuing)
Didn't see the war. I was born
after, in the ruins. Grew up
there. Starving. Hiding from
the H-K's.
SARAH:
The what?
REESE:
Hunter Killers. Patrol machines.
Build in automated factories.
Most of us were rounded up, put in
camps...for orderly disposal.
He pushes up the sleeve of his jacket and shows
her a ten digit number etches on the skin of his forearm.
Beneath the numbers is a pattern of lines like the auto-
matic-pricing marks on product packages.
REESE:
(continuing)
Burned in by laser scan.
(pause)
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...
The helicopter moves overhead. Its searchlight illum-
inates the car interior, moves on. Before the rotor
sound fads, Reese starts the car.
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135 EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT 135
Several black-and-whites are moving among the parked
cars, slowly.
ANGLE ON TERMINATOR'S CRUISER rolling along just above
idle. He peers into the row of cars, listening and
seeing on level we can't.
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136 INT. BROWN BUICK - NIGHT 136
Reese is holding onto Sarah's shoulder tightly.
REESE:
(continuing)
...but there was one man...who
taught us to fight. To storm
the wire of the camps. To
smash those metal mother-
f***ers into junk. He turned
it around...he brought us back
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