The Terminator Page #8
in the phone book?
VUKOVICH:
No comment.
He and Traxler enter their office and shut the door.
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63 VUKOVICH'S OFFICE63
Vukovich drops his gun in the wastebasket, picks up a cup
of coffee from his desk and uses it to wash down a handful
of aspirins. Traxler grimaces.
TRAXLER:
That stuff's two hours cold.
VUKOVICH:
(nodding ab-
sently)
I know.
TRAXLER:
(eyeing him)
I put a cigarette out in it.
Vukovich, lost in thought, turns on him suddenly.
VUKOVICH:
Did you reach the next girl
yet?
TRAXLER:
No. Keep getting an answer-
ing machine.
VUKOVICH:
Send a unit.
TRAXLER:
the door and the apartment
manager's out. I'm keeping
them there.
VUKOVICH:
Call her.
TRAXLER:
I just called.
VUKOVICH:
Call her again.
Traxler picks up the phone and begins to dial her number
as Vukovich sets down his coffee cup, unwraps a stick of
gum and pops it in his mouth.
VUKOVICH:
(continuing)
Got a cigarette?
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64 INT. SARAH'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 64
CLOSE ON PHONE, connected to the answering machine. The
outgoing message trigger after the second ring.
GINGER'S VOICE
(machine V.O.)
Hi there.
(long pause)
Ha ha ha, fooled you. You're
talking to a machine, but don't
by shy, it's okay. Machines need
love too, so talk to it and Ginger,
that's me, or Sarah will get back
to you. Wait for the beep.
As the message plays, CAMERA DOLLIES OFF the phone machine
and down the corridor of the dark apartment. As the bedroom
door draws near, Ginger's recorded voice fades and is super-
ceded by CRIES and MOANS.
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65 INT. BEDROOM 65
FULL SHOT, framed against the streetlit curtains, Ginger and
Matt from a beautiful tableau of lovemaking in silhouette.
Their perfect bodies glisten with backlight as they strain
in passion.
CLOSER - TIGHT TWO, revealing that Ginger is wearing her
earphones. Matt, without breaking rhythm, reaches out to
the night table and thumbs the volume higher.
Ginger cries out louder, apparently enjoying his sure touch
on her volume control.
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66 INT. DIVISION HEADQUARTERS - NIGHT 66
Traxler hangs up the phone.
TRAXLER:
Same sh*t.
VUKOVICH:
I can hear it now, it's gonna
be the goddamned 'Phone Book
Killer'.
TRAXLER:
I hate the press cases.
Especially the weird press
cases. Where you going?
VUKOVICH:
(heading for
the door)
To make a statement. I'm gonna
give them the name. Maybe the
jackals can help us out for
once.
He looks at his watch, then straightens his tie.
VUKOVICH:
(continuing)
If they can get this on the
tube by eleven, she may just
call us.
(pause)
How do I look?
TRAXLER:
Like sh*t, boss.
Vukovich goes out and the Minicam light hits him as the
door closes.
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67 INT. PIZZA PARLOR - NIGHT 67
TIGHT ON A TV SCREEN, a news cast in progress.
ANCHORMAN (V.O.)
...police had no further comment
on the apparent similarity between
the shooting death of an Encino
woman earlier today...
CUT WIDE to show Sarah watching the TV which is suspended
over the bar. The place is a crowded, post-movie hangout,
raucous with laughter and videogames. The newscast
continues, ignored by all except Sarah.
ANCHORMAN (V.O.)
(continuing)
...and this almost identical
killing two hours ago of a
Venice resident with virtually
the same name. Sarah Ann Connor,
a 24 year old legal secretary, was
pronounced dead at the scene in
her beachfront apartment...
A customer gestures for the bartender's attention.
CUSTOMER:
Hey, can we change this and
catch the ball scores.
BARTENDER:
(reaching for the
knob)
Sure.
Sarah leaps half over the bar, startling everyone.
SARAH:
(shouting)
Leave it where it is!
ANCHORMAN (V.O.)
...no other connections between
the two victims has been estab-
lished.
(pause)
On a lighter note, these was
cause for celebration at the
L.A. Zoo today, as...
Sarah leaves her half-finished pizza and beer, getting up
in a daze. Followed by puzzles glances, she makes her way
through the crowd.
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68 INT. PIZZA PARLOR HALLWAY 68
In the crowded hallway by the restrooms, Sarah goes to the
single payphone and seizes the directory. She flips rapidly
through it, then stops, looking down.
She sees that her name is next on the list.
The book slips out of her fingers.
Sarah turns and scans the crowd.
She's getting looks, covert and otherwise, like any unaccom-
panied girl on a Friday night. But is that all they mean?
Sarah back into the women's restroom.
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69 INT. RESTROOM 69
Sarah stumbles numbly to the sink.
She splashes her face with cold water. In the mirror
her terrified reflection looks back. Why me?
She hears a loud clatter and spins around.
It's just a drunken woman fumbling with a toilet stall door.
Sarah edges back out into the corridor.
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70 INT. HALLWAY 70
Sarah walks stiffly to the pay phone.
It's OUT OF ORDER.
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71 EXT. STREET/SIDEWALK - NIGHT 71
Sarah exits the pizza place into the sparse crowd on the
sidewalk. As she passes a figure leaning against the wall
just outside, the man turns his head to watch her.
It is Reese, his gaze impassive.
Streetlight catches the burn scar on his cheek.
He is motionless, sinister in his long coat.
Sarah shudders.
She walks on.
POV - SARAH, ON CROWD, moving toward and through approaching
groups of pedestrians. They seem to be glancing at her.
Was it always like that and she just never noticed?
C.U. - SARAH as she look over her shoulder.
POV - SARAH, ON PIZZA PARLOR DOORWAY. Reese is gone.
She resists the urge to run.
On the opposite side of the street an LAPD cruiser glides
slowly by. Sarah is about to call out but a bus blocks
her view and when it had passed, the car is turning away
down a side street.
She passes a large window with STOKER'S written on it, and
ducks quickly through the door.
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72 INT. STOKER'S - NIGHT 72
ANGLE THROUGH WINDOW, SARAH F.G., as Reese approaches.
Her knuckles clench white as he reaches the entrance and
walks by, unhurriedly, without a glance inside.
She turns and scan the gloomy interior, which reveals itself
to be less than savory. Pool tables and upper-middle lowlife
in submarine depths of smoky haze.
Sarah draws stares, menacing in their own right, as she
weaves between the pool tables to the back of the bar.
her hands are trembling as she drops a dime in the pay
phone and dials.
VOICE (V.O./RECORDED)
You have reached the Los Angeles
Police Department Emergency Number.
All lines are busy. If you need
a police car sent out to you, please
stay on the line...
Sarah holds the receiver pressed to her ear, glancing
around, fear feeding on frustration.
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