The Terminator Page #24

He ducks as it rolls on.

Sarah is stumbling in the glare of the truck's lights.

E.C.U. - PIPE BOMB, the fuse burning.

M.C.U. - TERMINATOR, through the windshield, his eye glowing.

C.U. - REESE huddles in the dumpster.

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247/FX LOW WIDE ANGLE ON SARAH AND TRAILER (PROCESS SHOT) 247/FX

The REAR TRAILER EXPLODES. An unbelievable FIREBALL ERUPTS

SKYWARD, silhouetting Sarah's running figure F.G.

The dumpster is enveloped by fire and hurled, rolling, down

the alley.

Sarah makes it around a corner as the FORWARD TRAILER

EXPLODES and an OCEAN OF FLAME rolls forward, blasting by her.

The dumpster topples and Kyle rolls out, surrounded by fire.

248/FX SEQUENCE - TERMINATOR 248/FX

In the center of the inferno Terminator struggles violently.

His FLESH FIRES AND SIZZLES. He tears loose from the

TWISTED WRECKAGE and collapses to the ground. Sinks into

a CHARRED MASS. STOPS MOVING.

C.U. - TERMINATOR, mouth open, skull-like, motionless

in the flames.

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249 EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT249

Sarah crawls away from the intense heat and lies watching

the motionless figure in the blaze.

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250 EXT. ALLEY/FAR END - NIGHT 250

Sarah rounds the corner, staggering, searching.

She sees Kyle crumpled face-down near the dumpster, sheltered

from the heat by its mass.

She drags his away. Rolls him over.

C.U. - REESE, his head lolls. He opens his eyes

REESE:

(weakly)

Sarah.

SARAH:

We did it, Kyle. We got it.

She hugs him.

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250/FX FULL SHOT (PROCESS) 250/FX

They hold the embrace, silhouetted by the diminishing flames.

It would be a wonderful final image.

Except...TERMINATOR STAGGERS OUT OF THE BLAZE BEHIND THEM.

M.C.U. - TERMINATOR, the last flakes of flesh are falling

from him like burning leaves. His gleaming structure is

revealed in all its intricacy. No longer a 'He', but an 'It'.

It looks like Death rendered in steel.

A CHROME SKELETON with HYDRAULIC MUSCLES and TENDONS OF

FLEXIBLE CABLE. In the sockets of the metal skull, the

eyeball swivels with a WHIR of tiny servos, both glowing

red now.

It turns slowly and fixes its gaze directly INTO CAMERA.

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251 EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT251

C.U. - SARAH - She chokes on a scream, crams knuckles in

her mouth.

FULL SHOT (FX), as the machine takes a step toward them,

dragging one MALFUNCTIONING LEG.

PANAGLIDE WITH KYLE AND SARAH as they stagger to their feet

and run to the nearest building. They come to a glass door.

Kyle kicks it in. Unlatches it. They enter dark OFFICES

to the sound of ALARMS and DISTANT SIRENS.

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252 INT. CORRIDORS - NIGHT 252

Sarah and Kyle run down a corridor.

Through a door, which they close and lock.

They move off down a cross-corridor.

The Terminator BLASTS THE DOOR OFF ITS HINGES, F.G., and

staggers through. It starts after their receding figures

as they round the corner at the end of the hall.

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253 INT. OPEN OFFICES - NIGHT 253

Wracked, exhausted, they stumble through a maze of PARTI-

TIONED OFFICE CUBICLES.

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254 INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT 254

The Terminator catches sight of them through a floor-to-

ceiling window. It makes an unhesitating right turn through

the glass.

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255 INT. OPEN OFFICES - NIGHT 255

Sarah and Kyle look back at the sound of SHATTERING GLASS.

PANAGLIDE PRECEDING THE TERMINATOR as it crashes forward,

line-of-sight, through the maze. It splinters partitions.

Flings desks out of the way.

FOLLOWING SARAH AND KYLE as they reach a heavy FIREDOOR and

go through.

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256 INT. MANUFACTURING AREA - NIGHT256

Kyle slides the bolts on the metal firedoor. Behind them

are acres of machinery in darkness. Silence.

CRASH! The Terminator hits the door from the far side.

Hinges SQUEAL.

Kyle goes to a LARGE BREAKER PANEL and opens it. Starts

throwing switches. Behind them, machines START UP ONE BY ONE.

SARAH:

(panting)

What are you doing?

REESE:

(weakly)

Cover...our footsteps...

He sags, sliding down the wall. She pulls him up.

Half-carries him into the maze of machines.

The dark gallery is filled with WHIRRING, CLANKING SHAPES,

SHATTERING CONVEYER BELTS and improbable mechanisms lashing

mindlessly.

Reese slips to the floor and Sarah is no longer able to

support him.

REESE:

(faintly)

Leave me here.

Sarah crouches beside him.

Grabs his shirt front.

Yells over the machines.

SARAH:

I'm not leaving you anywhere

you jerk. Haven't you figured

it out? Kyle, John is our

son.

Reese's eyes refocus.

SARAH:

(continuing)

There isn't going to be

anybody else...I don't want

anybody else. Listen to

me!

She pauses, then resumes in a commanding, military shout.

SARAH:

(continuing)

Move! Reese! Let's go.

Move you ass!

She drags him to his feet and he staggers on.

Hinges SHATTER and the firedoor is hurled inward.

The Terminator scans the darkness.

ANGLE - PANNING WITH SARAH AND KYLE as they move through

the machines.

The cyborg steps forward, scanning methodically.

Sarah and Kyle move in a crouch through the treacherous

tangle of pipes and machinery. Kyle picks up a length of

pipe to use as a weapon. As they climb out onto a cat-

walk between the two huge mechanisms, Sarah clambers over

an innocuous CONTROL PANEL.

Her knee inadvertently hits a RED PUSH BUTTON.

With a ROAR the stamping-plate of a HYDRAULIC PRESS slams

down an inch from her hand.

Startled, she tumbles to the catwalk.

The Terminator's eyes swivel as he hears the single non-

rhythmic sound.

Kyle and Sarah run to the end of the catwalk, but find the

door there locked.

SARAH:

Come on!

They double back to escape the cul-de-sac. The Terminator

steps in front of them, cutting them off.

REESE:

(shouting)

Run!

He pushes Sarah roughly and she stumbles away.

Kyle raises the pipe with his good arm as the Terminator

advances.

REESE:

(over his

shoulder)

Run, damn it!

She hesitates, backing away.

The cyborg swings at Reese

STEEL CLANGS ON STEEL.

Kyle strikes and parries but is sledgehammered back.

ANGLE ON CATWALK as Kyle lands in a heap, smashed against

a stanchion of the railing which prevented him falling to

the factory floor twenty feet below.

Sarah turns and runs.

LOW ANGLE PAST REESE, F.G., as the cyborg approaches him.

E.C.U. - A FUSE BURNING.

C.U. - KYLE'S FACE streaked with blood, pressed to the

floor as a metal foot CLANGS DOWN, F.G. His eyes snap open.

Sarah falls, gets up, runs on.

The Terminator draws back for a death blow.

And Kyle rolls with the last of his strength, raising

the pipe bomb he has been cradling. He jams it between two

hydraulic cylinders just beneath the cyborg's armored rib-

cage. Then rolls off the catwalk. Terminator has an instant

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