The Terminator

This programme contains very strong language

EERIE WIND

APPROACHING AIR VEHICLE

What the hell...?

Goddamn sonofabitch!

What the hell...?

Hey! My turn!

-Come on.

-Hey! What's wrong with this picture?

THEY LAUGH

Nice night for a walk, eh?

Nice night for a walk.

Wash-day? Nothing clean, right?

-Nothing clean. Right.

-He's a few cans short of a 6-pack!

Your clothes. Give them to me.

-Now.

-Fuck you, asshole!

SIREN WAILS

I don't have to put up with that bu-u-ullshit, man! She's always after me!

I don't...(?)

Aaaaah!

Hey, buddy, did you just see a real bright light?

See that guy? Hold it right there!

Hey! I said hold it! Go!

That sonofabitch took my pants!

SIREN WAILS

-What day is it?

-12th May. Thursday.

-What year?

-What?

He's got my gun!

SIREN WAILS

Guard it for me, big buns!

-Hi.

-Hi. I'm late.

-So am I.

ENGINE STARTS

-I'm in it!

-So am I.

-Can I have that coffee?

-Yes, sir!

-Burly beef?

-I said barbecued beef!

-Mine's the chilli beef de luxe. >

-So who gets the burly beef?

-< We're ready to order.

-Yes, ma'am.

Oh! I'm so sorry.

This isn't real leather, is it?

Nice going, kid! I ought to give YOU the tip! >

In 100 years, who's gonna care?

-A 12-gauge auto-loader.

-That's Italian. You can go pump or auto.

-The .45 long-slide with laser sighting.

-These are brand new. A good gun.

Just put the red dot where you want the bullet to go. You can't miss.

-Anything else?

-A phased plasma rifle.

-Hey, just what you see!

-The Uzi 9mm.

-You know your weapons, buddy. These are ideal for home defence.

So...which will it be?

-All.

-I may close early today!

There's a 15-day wait.

-Hey, you can't do that!

-Wrong.

< Hi, baby. Yeah, yeah. It's me.

< You'll need to come pick me up. My bike broke down.

What the...? Hey, man! You have a serious attitude problem!

YELPING

-Sarah Connor?

-Yes.

-I'm on my break!

-Sarah, come here! It's about you! Well, sort of.

-It's so incredible! You're not gonna believe this! You'll love this.

-What?

'..Sarah Connor, 35, mother of two,

-'brutally shot to death in her home.'

-You're dead, honey!

ENGINE STARTS AND RADIO PLAYS

EXPLOSIONS ALL AROUND

Aaaaaargh!

'..For the greatest sound try Bob's Stereo at 25000 Sepulveda Boulevard.

'We've got woofers, tweeters and the newest in digital audio and compact laser discs...'

ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

Sorry.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Hello?

First, I'm going to rip the buttons off your blouse, one by one,

and then slowly, slowly, pull your jeans off... inch by inch!

Ginger! It's Matt!

..further down. And then pull your pants off with my teeth!

-Who IS this?

-Eh...Sarah!?

Oh, Jesus! I...eh, I'm sorry.

-Can I talk to Ginger, please?

-Sure.

It's the creep.

Hello?

I'm going to rip the buttons...

Aaargh! You fucking pig! Wait till I get my hands on you!

Ed!

-What have you got?

-Dead girl.

-I can see that.

-Sarah Ann Connor, shot 6 times at less than 10 feet, large calibre weapon.

You know, these work(!)

-What's this?

-Dead girl two. Sent over from the Valley Division.

-Are you sure there's a point to all of this?

-Look at the name, Ed.

Sarah Louise...Connor(!)

Is this right? You're kidding me!

-The press will be all over it.

-A one-day pattern killer!

-I hate the weird ones.

So...!

Better than mortal man deserves!

-Ginger, have you seen Pugsley?

-No. Did you check messages?

Uh-uh. I thought you did.

ANSWERING MACHINE: 'Hi, Sarah. This is your mom...'

There you are! You mind your mother.

'Hi, Sarah! Stan Morsky.

'Something's come up. I can't make it tonight.

'I'm really sorry. I'll make it up to you.'

Sssh...bum!

So what if he has a Porsche? He can't treat you like this!

-I'll live.

-I'll break his knee-caps!

Well, Pugsley still loves me. Don't you, baby?

God! It's disgusting!

-I'm gonna go to a movie.

-Okay.

-Have a good time.

-We will. You too.

-Okay.

Aaah! Damn it, Matt!

CAR STARTS UP

Oh, shit!

-Are you aware that these killings occurred in the order of their phone book listings?

-No comment.

That coffee's two hours cold.

I put a cigarette out in it!

-Got the next girl yet?

-No answer.

-Send a unit.

-I did.

-There's no answer at the door.

-Call her.

-I just called her.

-Call her again!

Give me a cigarette.

TELEPHONE RINGS

GINGER: 'Hi there!

'Ha ha! Fooled you! This is a machine.'

TURNS UP MUSIC VOLUME

Same shit.

I can hear it now. He'll be called the goddamn "Phone Book Killer"(!)

I hate these press cases. Especially the weird press cases.

-Where are you going?

-To make a statement.

If I can get on the tube, maybe she'll call us.

-Well, how do I look?

-Like shit, boss.

-Your mama!

'Police have announced the name of the victim in the second murder to take place today.

'Incredibly, the names are virtually identical. Two hours ago, Sarah Ann Connor was pronounced dead...'

Can we change this?

-Don't touch it!

-'..Sarah Louise Connor.

'Police are refusing to speculate on the apparent similarity

'and no other connection has been established. More on this as it comes in.'

VERY LOUD ROCK MUSIC

-You got a phone?

-It's in the back.

Hey! Four-fifty.

'This is the Los Angeles Police Department emergency number.

'If you need help, stay on the line.'

POLICE RADIO: 'Two-eleven in progress at Bob's Liquor, corner of Third...'

MUSIC ON PERSONAL STEREO

AAAAAH! Shoo! Go on! I'm gonna make a belt out of you.

Whoa!

Don't make me bust you up, man!

AAAH!

TELEPHONE RINGS 'Ha ha! Fooled you! This is a machine.

'Talk to it and Ginger, that's me, or Sarah will get back to you. Wait for the beep.'

Ginger, this is Sarah. I'm at this place on Pico Boulevard called Tech Noir.

I'm really scared. I think that there's somebody after me.

I need you and Matt to come and pick me up.

The police keep transferring me. I'll give them another try. The number here is 555-9175.

Call me, kiddo. I need your help.

-It's her.

-Sarah Connor? It's Lt Traxler.

Don't put me on hold!

-Don't worry. Where are you?

-A bar called Tech Noir.

-On Pico. Are you all right?

I think there's a guy following me.

Okay. You're in a public place, so you're safe, but stay visible.

-Don't go outside. I'll have a car there in a half minute.

-Okay.

# I'm taking it I'm your never-ending goal,

# I'm your prisoner,

# I feel the heat of your desire, Don't set me on fire,

# You've got me burning! You've got me burning... #

< That guy didn't pay!

# You've got me burning! You've got me burning!

# You've got me burning in the third degree! #

Come with me if you want to live.

COME ON!

Aaaah!

I got a hit-and-run felony! Suspect vehicle, late model grey Ford, westbound on Seventh.

I'm going to need an ambulance at Seventh and Broadway right now!

Hey! Hold it!

Hold on!

Are you injured?

Are you shot?

Do exactly what I say - exactly! Don't move unless I say!

Don't make a sound! Do you understand? DO YOU?

YES! Please, don't hurt me!

I'm here to help you.

I'm Reese. Sergeant, Tech Com, assigned to protect you. You are targeted for termination!

RADIO: 'One-L-Nineteen?'

This is One-L-Nineteen, westbound on Olympic.

-It's a mistake. I've done nothing!

-No, but you will. You must live.

-How could that man just get up...?

-It's not a man!

A machine. A Terminator. Cyberdyne Systems model 101.

A machine? Like a robot?

Not a robot. A cyborg. Cybernetic Organism.

-He was bleeding!

-Just a second.

-SIREN WAILS

-Get your head down!

Listen. It's an infiltration unit, part-man, part-machine.

Underneath, it's a hyper-alloy combat chassis,

fully-armoured, very tough. But outside is living human tissue.

-Flesh, skin, hair, blood.

-What do you want?

-Pay attention!

I'm gonna ditch this car.

The 600 series had rubber skin. Easy to spot.

But these look human - sweat, bad breath. Very hard to spot.

-I had to wait till he moved on you.

-Look, I am NOT stupid, you know. They can't make things like that.

Not yet. Not for about forty years.

-Are you saying it's from the future?

-One possible future.

-I don't know tech stuff.

-And you're from the future too, is that right?

-Right.

-Right(!)

Cyborgs don't feel pain. I do.

-Don't do that again.

-Just let me go.

-Listen! And understand.

That Terminator is out there.

It can't be bargained or reasoned with.

It doesn't feel pity or remorse or fear and it absolutely will not stop!

Ever...until you are dead.

Can you stop it?

I don't know.

With these weapons... I don't know.

'All units! Grey Ford suspect vehicle is in a parking structure at Fourth and Broadway.'

Reese... Why me?

Why does it want me?

There was a nuclear war... a few years from now.

All this, this whole place, everything...

..it's gone. Just gone.

There were survivors.

Here, there. Nobody even knew who started it.

-It was the machines, Sarah.

-I don't understand.

Defence network computers.

New...powerful...

Hooked into everything, trusted to run it all.

They say it got smart. A new order of intelligence.

It saw all people as a threat, not just those on the other side.

It decided our fate in a microsecond.

Extermination.

Did you see this war?

SCREECH OF TYRES

No. I grew up after. In the ruins.

-Starving, hiding from H-Ks.

-H-Ks?

-Hunter-Killers.

Patrol machines built in automated factories.

Most of us were rounded up, put in camps for orderly disposal.

This was burned in by laser scan.

Some of us were kept alive...

..to work.

Loading bodies.

Disposal units ran night and day. We were that close to going out forever.

But there was one man who taught us to fight,

to storm the wire and smash those metal mothers into junk!

He turned it around, brought us back from the brink.

His name was Connor, John Connor. Your son, Sarah.

Your unborn son.

ENGINE STARTS

GUNFIRE

Drive!

Reese! REESE!

SIRENS WAIL

No, Reese! No! No! They'll kill you.

Let me see your hands now!

Get out of the car!

Drop to your knees! Out of the car!

Drop to the ground!

Sarah? Sarah, try to drink some of this.

Are you sure it's them? I mean, maybe I should look at the bodies.

No, they've been identified. There's no doubt.

Ginger!

-Sarah... This is Dr Silberman.

-Hi, Sarah.

-Tell him everything Reese told you. Feel up to that?

-I guess so.

You're a doctor?

Criminal psychologist.

-Is Reese crazy?

-Well, that's what we're gonna find out.

SIRENS WAIL >

So, you're a soldier. Fighting for whom?

With the 132nd under Perry, from '21 to '27.

-That's the year 2027?

-That's right...

-This is fucking great!

-..under John Connor.

-Who was the enemy again?

-A computer defence system...

-BEEPER SOUNDS

-..built for SAC-NORAD by Cyberdyne Systems.

-I see.

And this computer thinks it can win by killing its enemy's mother before he's conceived?

A sort of retroactive abortion?

-He cracks me up! Last week he had this guy who burned his Afghan. He screwed it first...

-Shut up!

-Why not kill Connor then? Why an elaborate Terminator scheme?

-Their defence grid was smashed.

We'd won. Taking out Connor then would make no difference. They had to wipe out his existence.

Is that when you captured the lab and found... What is it? ..the time displacement equipment?

Yes. The Terminator was through. I came, then they blew the place.

-How are you supposed to get back?

-I can't!

Nobody goes home.

And nobody else comes through.

It's just him...and me.

'It's just him...and me.

'Why didn't you bring any weapons? Something more advanced.

'Don't you have...ray guns?'

Ray guns!

'You go naked. It's the field generated by a living organism. Nothing dead will go.

-'I didn't build the fucking thing!

-Okay. But if this cyborg is metal...

-Surrounded by living tissue!'

This is great stuff! I could make a career out of him!

See how clever it is? Most paranoid delusions are intricate, but this is brilliant!

-'Why were the other 2 women killed?

-Most records were lost in the war.

'They knew almost nothing about Connor's mother. Just the city.

'The Terminator was just being systematic.

-'Now...

-I answered your questions! I have to see Sarah Connor!

-'Unfortunately, it's not up to me.

-Who is in authority here?

-'Please...

-SHUT UP! You still don't get it, do you?

'He'll find her! That's what he does! That's all he does! He won't stop!'

-He'll wait for you!

-HE SHOUTS AND SWEARS

-Doc!

-'Let go of me!'

Sorry.

-So, Reese is crazy?

-In technical terms, he's a loon!

Sarah, this is called body armour. Our TAC guys wear these. It'll stop a 12-gauge round.

The other guy must have worn one. Feel that.

-He punched through the windshield.

-Probably on PCP. Break his hand and wouldn't feel it.

-There was this guy once...

-Here.

Why don't you try to sleep?

-It'll be at least an hour before your mother gets here.

-I can't sleep.

-Try.

Well, it may not look it, but that couch is very comfortable.

You'll be perfectly safe. We've got 30 cops in this building.

Thank you.

Good night. Good night.

BEEPER SOUNDS

I'm a friend of Sarah Connor.

-Can I see her?

-No, you can't.

-Where is she?

-If you wanna wait, there's a bench.

I'll be back.

Agh!

What's happening? Is it terrorists?

Stay here.

SHOUTING

BULLETS HIT THE TERMINATOR

Watch him!

MORE GUNFIRE

Automatic weapons! Let's go!

DYING MEN CRY OUT

Ed?

Hey!

Sarah?

Reese!

This way!

RADIO: 'KFLB Newstime.

'The largest single law enforcement mobilisation in Californian history is underway...'

'Police in five counties are engaged in a manhunt...'

Take this.

All right. Let's get this off the road.

-Cold?

-Freezing!

TRAFFIC PASSES OVERHEAD

-Reese? You got a first name?

-Kyle.

Kyle. What's it like when you go through time?

White light.

Pain.

It's like being born, maybe.

Oh, my God!

I caught one back there.

You mean you got shot?

-It's not bad.

-You need a doctor!

-It's okay. Forget it.

What do you mean? Are you crazy? Take this off.

-Jesus!

-It passed right through the meat.

-This is gonna make me puke!

-Talk about something.

-What?

Anything. Tell me about my son.

He's about my height.

He has your eyes.

-What's he like?

-You trust him. He's got a strength.

I'd die for John Connor.

At least now I know what to name him!

I don't suppose you know who the father is?

-John never said much about him. I know he dies before...

-Wait!

I don't wanna know.

-Was it John that sent you here?

-I volunteered.

Why?

It was a chance to meet the legend...Sarah Connor,

who taught her son how to fight, organise, prepared from when he was a kid.

When you were in hiding before the war.

You talk about things I haven't done yet in the past tense!

-It's driving me crazy!

-Aaah!

-Are you sure you have the right person?

-I'm sure.

Come on! Do I look like the mother of the future?

I mean, am I tough?

Organised? I can't balance my cheque-book!

Look, Reese. I didn't ask for this honour and I don't want it. Any of it!

Your son gave me a message for you. He made me memorise it.

"Thank you, Sarah, for your courage.

"I can only help by saying the future is not set.

"You must be strong. You must survive or I will never exist."

That's all.

That's a good field dressing.

You like it?

It's my first(!)

-A CAR PASSES

-Do you want some sleep? It'll be light soon.

Okay.

Talk to me some more.

About what?

Tell me about where you're from.

All right.

You stay down by day, but at night you can move around.

You still have to be careful, because the H-Ks use infra-red.

But they're not too bright.

John taught us ways to dust them.

It's when the infiltrators started to appear... The Terminators were the newest. And the worst.

RADIO: 'Traversing your sector in search mode, 750 metres north.'

Let's go.

-Reese. E-N, three-eight-four.

-Right. Let him in.

MAKES SHOOTING NOISES

COUGHING

WOMEN WEEPING

DOGS BARKING

< Terminator! Terminator!

I was dreaming about dogs.

We use them to spot Terminators.

Your world is pretty terrifying.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Hey, buddy? Got a dead cat in there or what?

Fuck you, asshole.

Damn!

Thank you!

HORN TOOTS

Eh...is this enough?

Yeah, it's enough! I don't want to ask where you got it.

-Yeah?

-We need a room.

-With a kitchen.

-With a kitchen.

I am dying for a shower!

We should check your bandage, too.

Later. I'm going out for supplies.

Keep this.

I can't tell you where I am, Mom. I was told not to say.

But, honey, you tell me to hide out like some fugitive and you won't tell me what's going on?

I am worried sick here!

Okay.

-Okay, here's the number.

-Yes. Go ahead.

-It's 408-555-1439.

-Uh-huh.

-Room Nine. Got it?

-I got it.

-I've gotta go. I'm sorry I can't tell you more now. I love you, Mom.

I love you too, sweetheart.

-Tiki Motel.

-Give me your address.

What have we got?

Moth balls, corn syrup... ammonia(!)

-What's for dinner?

-Plastique.

Mm, that sounds good. What is it?

It's a nitroglycerine base. It's more stable. I learned to make it when I was a kid.

Make sure there's none on the threads.

Like this.

Screw the end-cap on.

Very gently!

You must have had a fun childhood(!)

That's good. Six more like that and we'll get started on the fuses.

He'll find us, won't he?

Probably.

It'll never be over, will it?

Look at me - I'm shaking!

Some legend, huh?

You must be pretty disappointed.

No...I'm not.

Kyle...the women in your time, what are they like?

Good fighters.

That's not what I meant.

Was there someone special?

-Someone?

-A girl. You know.

No.

Never.

Never?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

So much pain.

Pain can be controlled. You just disconnect it.

So you feel nothing?

John Connor gave me a picture of you once.

I didn't know why at the time. It was very old.

Torn. Faded.

You were young, like you are now.

You seemed just...a little sad.

I used to wonder what you were thinking at that moment. I memorised every line.

Every curve.

I came across time for YOU, Sarah.

I love you.

I always have.

I shouldn't have said that.

Think fast!

DOG BARKS

Trade places!

Faster! Drive faster!

KYLE! Oh, my God!

AAAAAAAH!

Kyle...!

ENGINE ROARS

Sonofabitch!

You stay here.

Let's get outta here!

Get out.

Kyle! Come on! Get up!

Help me!

Kyle!

Come on! HELP ME!

Get out!

Don't stop! RUN!

-Sarah!

-Kyle!

We did it, Kyle!

We got it!

No-o-o!

Wait!

-What are you doing?

-Cover...so he can't track us.

Come on! Come on...

No, Kyle! Come on!

-Leave me here.

-Get up!

Move it, Reese! On your feet, soldier!

On your feet! Move it!

MACHINE STARTS UP

Back! Go back!

-Run, Sarah.

-No!

RUN!

RUN!

Come on, you mother!

Aaaah!

Aaaa...aaargh!

No, no...!

Aaaah!

You're terminated, fucker!

SIRENS WAIL

Kyle...

Tape Seven, November tenth.

What's most difficult for me is deciding what to tell you and what not to.

But it'll be a while before you understand these tapes.

They're more for me at this point, so I can get it straight.

-Gasolina, por favor.

-Cuanta?

-Llene el tanque.

-Ah, fill her up! Si.

Should I talk about your father?

Boy, that's a tough one.

Will it affect your decision to send him here, knowing that he is your father?

If you don't send Kyle, you could never be. God! A person could go crazy thinking about this!

I suppose I will tell you. I owe him that.

Maybe it will help if you know that in the few hours that we had together,

we loved a lifetime's worth.

Usted es muy hermosa y tengo que pedirle 5 dolares americanos.

-Si no, mi padre me pegara.

-What did he just say?

You are very beautiful and he is ashamed to ask 5 for this picture,

-but if he doesn't, his father will beat him.

-Pretty good hustle, kid. Quatro.

Si! Si! Gracias.

Miren! Miren! >

Alla! Viene la tormenta!

-What did he just say?

-He said there's a storm coming.

I know.

DISTANT THUNDER

Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd