The Terminator Page #26

picture, but if he does not,

his father will beat him.

SARAH:

That's a pretty good hustle,

kid. Four. Quatro.

The boy takes her four dollars and she watches the

snapshot develop. It is a good photograph of her,

the wind lightly ruffling her hair, expression thought-

ful, slightly sad.

We recognize it as the one Reese carried in 2029.

She slips it into her short pocket.

ATTENDANT:

Mil trescientos...fifteen dollars

American.

As she pays him, distant thunder rolls.

The boy yells something in Spanish as he runs off.

SARAH:

What did he say?

ATTENDANT:

(accented)

There is a storm coming in.

Sarah gazes at the thunderheads building up out over the

desert. Heat lightning pulses in their depths.

SARAH:

(quietly)

I know.

CAMERA CRANES UP as she pulls away, driving across the

flat desert on a ribbon of highway. A brilliant flash

crescendos from horizon to horizon out at the rim of the

world.

FADE OUT:

THE END:

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