The Terminator Page #17
believe she has awakened into the same nightmare.
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173 INT. OFFICE NEARBY173
ANGLE ON DOOR as it splinters open and Terminator stands,
guns raised. A COP fires from behind a desk.
Terminator sprays the room.
Starts to reload.
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174 INT. CORRIDOR
Vukovich edges open a door and fires half a clip into
Terminator's back. His eyes bulge as the intruder turns,
slamming a clip into his rifle and calmly fires two rounds.
Traxler drags Vukovich's body back inside the room.
TRAXLER:
Ed! Ed...?
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175 INT. CORRIDOR 175
TIGHT ON TERMINATOR, moving forward, intent
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176 INT. VUKOVICH'S OFFICE 176
MEDIUM ON SARAH, her teeth are chattering with fear as
SHOTS echo nearby. There is the RHYTHMIC THUNDER of the
shotgun, rattling AUTOMATIC FIRE, SCREAMING, and the sound
of RUNNING FEET. Getting closer.
SLOW DOLLY IN ON SARAH begins, ending in TIGHT C.U. as the
sounds get louder. More SHOTS.
Smoke begins to seep under the door.
DETAIL - DOORKNOB rattling as it is tried from outside.
E.C.U. - SARAH stifling a cry. She flinches as if slapped
as SHOTS sound.
DETAIL - DOOR KNOB, a series of SHOTS shatter the lock.
FULL ON DOORWAY - The door bangs open and a figure stands
silhouetted in the smoky hallway, holding a pistol.
E.C.U. - SARAH, as she closes her eyes. Holds her breath.
REESE (V.O.)
Sarah?
FULL SHOT - She scrambles out from beneath the desk and runs
to him in the thickening smoke.
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177 CONNECTING OFFICES177
PANAGLIDE FOLLOWING REESE AND SARAH as they cross the
corridor and move through a series of offices, doubling back
toward the main entrance.
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178 INT. OFFICE 178
Sarah and Reese move rapidly through the smoke.
Gunfire sounds nearby. They pass bodies.
VUKOVICH (V.O.)
(weakly)
Reese!
They find the Lieutenant propped in a corner, dying.
Vukovich holds out his custom Colt Python .357.
VUKOVICH:
(continuing)
You just keep her alive. Do
what you have to.
Reese snatches the gun and the keys and runs on.
C.U. - VUKOVICH watching them go.
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179 INT./EXT. OFFICES/SIDE ENTRANCE - NIGHT 179
FAST PANAGLIDE PRECEDING TERMINATOR as he runs through
the smoky rooms. A fire is burning, lighting everything
a flickering orange.
He emerges onto a landing through a side entrance. PAN
to follow his line of sight as he snaps the AR-180 to
his shoulder. B.G. a BLUE VOLKSWAGEN RABBIT is roaring
TIGHT ON TERMINATOR aiming carefully. He pulls the trigger.
It clicks...empty. Slowly he lowers the scope-sight from
his eye and watches them go.
Terminator limps down the steps from the landing and walks
away as the fire spreads behind the windows of Division
Headquarters.
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DETAIL - GAS GAUGE, it reads EMPTY.
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The Rabbit is stopped on the shoulder of a two lane
secondary road winding through the hills north of L.A.
Reese is fishing objects out of the car's trunk and
handing them to Sarah, who holds a flashlight.
He hands her a blanket, some road flares, and a first
aid kit. Then he slams the trunk. Reaching through the
side window, he turns the wheel and pushes the car off
the shoulder, over the embankment.
DOWN ANGLE INTO RAVINE, past Sarah and Reese, as the car
trundles down crashing through the underbrush to dis-
appear among the trees.
Reese looks out across the valley and the lights of L.A.
A helicopter circles in the distance, searchlight on.
REESE:
Let's get off the road.
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182 INT./EXT. DRAINAGE CULVERT - NIGHT 182
ANGLE LOOKING OUT from the mouth of an enclosed concrete
storm drain that passes under the road. Reese, followed
by Sarah, trudges down the slope and ducks inside.
The floor is wet but he doesn't seem to mind.
They both hunker down with their backs to the concrete,
facing each other.
They look beaten, grimy, exhausted.
She huddles under the blanket, waif-like.
REESE:
You cold?
SARAH:
Freezing.
REESE:
Come here.
She sits beside him and they wrap their arms around each
other with the blanket covering both of them.
SARAH:
Reese...you got a first name?
REESE:
Kyle.
SARAH:
Kyle, what's it like when you
go through time?
REESE:
White light. Pain. Like
slowly. Like being born,
maybe.
Sarah scowls and draws her hand out from under his jacket.
SARAH:
You're wet. Oh my god.
In the beam of the flashlight her hand is glistening
with blood.
REESE:
I caught one, back there.
SARAH:
(incredulous)
Caught one? You mean you
got shot?
Reese shrugs.
REESE:
It's not bad.
Sarah sits up and turns toward him.
SARAH:
We gotta get you to a doctor.
REESE:
It's okay. Forget it.
SARAH:
Forget it? Are you crazy?
Let me see it.
Sarah opens his jacket and the flashlight beam shows his
shirt bloodsoaked at the shoulder.
SARAH:
(continuing)
Jeez. You idiot. Take
this off.
She cradles the flashlight between her knees and opens
the first aid kit as he removes his jacket.
REESE:
(looking at the
wound)
See. Missed everything.
Passed through the meat.
Sarah starts swabbing the flesh wound.
SARAH:
This is gonna make me puke.
Talk about something.
REESE:
What?
SARAH:
Just talk. Tell me about
my son. Is he tall?
She places a gauze pad in place and starts to wrap it.
REESE:
About my height. He
has your--
(winces)
...damn...he has your
eyes.
Sarah glances at his face for a second and then goes back
to work.
SARAH:
What's he like?
REESE:
(thoughtful)
You trust him. He's got that
strength. You'd die in a
second for John.
SARAH:
Well, at least I know what
to name him. I don't suppose
you'd know who the father is?
So I don't tell him to get
lost when I meet him.
REESE:
John never said much about
him. He dies. Even before
the war...
SARAH:
(interrupting)
Stop! I don't want to know.
Hold still. So...it was John
that ordered you here?
REESE:
I volunteered.
SARAH:
You volunteered?
REESE:
It was an honor. A chance
to meet the legend. Sarah
Connor. Who taught her son
to fight...organize, prepare.
From when he was a kid. When
you were in hiding, before
the war.
She stops taping. She seems lost, her bravado dissipated.
SARAH:
You talk about things I haven't
done yet in the past tense. It's
making me crazy. I can't think.
(pause)
Are you sure you've got the
right person?
Reese appraises her coldly.
REESE:
I'm sure.
SARAH:
Come on, me? The mother
of the future? Am I tough?
Organized? I can't even balance
my checkbook. I cry when I see
a cat that's been run over...
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