Original subtitles

(ENGINE DIES)

What the hell? Goddamnson of a bitch...

Goddamn son of a...

What the hell?

Hey, my turn!

Me.

Come on.

Hey, what's wrongwith this picture?

Nice night for a walk, eh?

Nice night for a walk.

Washday tomorrow.Nothing clean, right?

Nothing clean. Right.

I think this guy's a couplecans short of a six-pack.

Your clothes.

Give them to me. Now.

Fuck you, asshole!

(SIREN)

MAN: Hey, sugar, how about it?

MAN 2: (SLURRED) I don't have toput up with that bullshit, man.

She's always after me.

I don't... I don't...

Hey, buddy. Did you justsee a real bright light?

POLICEMAN: See that guy?

- Hold it right there!- He's rabbiting.

- Hey! I said hold it!- Go!

That son of a bitch took my pants!

(SIREN)

- What day is it? The date!- 12th... May. Thursday.

- What year?!- What?

(SIREN)

He's got my gun! Let's go!

(SIREN)

(POLICE RADIO TRANSMITTING)

POLICE RADIO:3831, they lost the suspect.

(SIREN)

(TURNING PAGES)

(SIREN)

Guard it for me, big buns.

- Hi.- Hi. I'm late.

So am I.

(PUNCH)

(ENGINE STARTS)

- I'm in it.- So am I.

Honey, could I havethat coffee now, please?

Yes, sir.

- OK, who gets the burly beef?- Uh, I ordered barbecued beef.

- I think that's mine, but I didn't order fries.- WOMAN: He gets the barbecued beef.

- Mine's the chili beef deluxe.- OK, who gets the burly beef?

- WOMAN: Miss, we're ready to order now.- Yes, ma'am.

- (DRINK SPILLS)- Aah!

Oh, I'm so sorry. Oh, lord.

This isn't real leather, is it?

MAN 1: This special sucks.

MAN 2: Nice going, kid.Ought to give you the tip.

Look at it this way... in a hundredyears, who's going to care?

The twelve-gauge auto-loader.

That's Italian. Youcan go pump or auto.

The .45 long slide,with laser sighting.

These are brand-new. We justgot them in. That's a good gun.

Just touch the trigger, the beamcomes on, and you put the red dot

where you want the bulletto go. You can't miss.

Anything else?

A phased plasma riflein the 40-watt range.

Just what you see, pal.

The Uzi 9mm.

You know your weapons, buddy. Any oneof these is ideal for home defense.

So, uh... which will it be?

All.

I may close early today.

There's a 15-day wait on the handguns,but the rifles you can take right now.

You can't do that.

Wrong.

(COCKS RIFLE)

MAN: Hi, baby. Yeah, yeah, it's me.

Listen, I need you to come pickme up. My bike just broke down.

I don't care what you're doing.Come and get me. What the...

Hey, man, you got aserious attitude problem.

(DOG BARKING)

- Sarah Connor?- Yes?

I'm on my break, Chuck.Carla's got my station.

Sarah, come here!It's about you. I mean, sort of.

It's so incredible. You'renot gonna believe this.

Sit down. You aregoing to love this.

- Shh!- What?

Has been compiledfrom several witnesses.

Once again, Sarah Connor,thirty-five, mother of two,

brutally shot to deathin her home this afternoon.

- You're dead, honey.- In other late-breaking news,

teamster representativeshave issued a statement...

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(RADIO PLAYS)

(GUNFIRE)

RADIO: Yes, friends, if you'reinto stereo and you're into sound,

for the greatest sound around you, come toBob's Stereo at 25000 Sepulveda Boulevard.

Yes, we've got woofers, tweeters, the newestin digital audio and compact laser discs.

We've got graphic equalizers and soundbalancers that adjust the sound to fit...

♪ In love again ♪

♪ Drivin' on the inside shoulder ♪

Sorry.

♪ ...for you to smooth things over ♪

♪ Hang on ♪

♪ Don't stand up... ♪

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

(RING)

Hello.

MAN: First, I'm gonna rip the buttonsoff your blouse, one by one,

and then run my tongue down yourneck to your bare, gleaming breasts,

and then slowly, slowly pullyour jeans off... inch by inch.

Ginger, it's Matt!

And lick your belly in circlesfurther and further down,

and then pull your pantiesoff with my teeth.

Who is this?

I... I, uh... Sarah?

Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry.I thought you were...

- Can I talk to Ginger, please?- Sure, Bunky.

♪ Ow, o-oo-ooh ♪

It's the creep.

Hello.

First, I'm gonna rip the buttonsoff your blouse, one by one...

You fuckin' pigs! Wait tillI get my hands on you!

- Get off of me!- POLICEMAN: Sit down, fella.

Ed.

- What do you got?- Dead girl.

- I can see that.- Sarah Ann Connor, secretary, 35,

shot six times at less than tenfeet. Large caliber weapon.

You know, these work.

What's this?

Dead girl 2, sent over fromValley Division this afternoon.

- I'm 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 is going to beshort-stroking it all over the place.

A one-day pattern killer.

I hate the weird ones.

So...

Better than mortal man deserves.

- Ginger, have you seen Pugsley?- No, not lately. Did you check messages?

Uh-uh. I thought you did.

(ANSWERING MACHINE REWINDS)

(BEEP)Hi, Sarah, this is your mom...

There you are, young man.

- You mind your mother.- So call me back, will you, dear? Uh, bye.

(BEEP)

Hi, Sarah. Dan Moorski.Uh, something's come up,

and it looks like I won'tbe able to make it tonight.

Just can't get out of it. Look, I'mreally sorry. I'll make it up to you.

Call you in a day or so,OK? Sorry. Bye.

That bum. So what ifhe has a Porsche?

He can't treat you like this. It'sFriday night, for Christ's sake!

I'll live.

I'll break his kneecaps.

Well... Pugsley still lovesme, don't you, baby?

God. It's disgusting.

- I'm gonna go to a movie, kiddo.- OK.

- You and Matt have a good time.- We will. You, too.

OK.

(GASPS)

Damn it, Matt!

(ENGINE STARTS)

Oh, shit.

Lieutenant, are you awarethat these two killings

occurred in the same order astheir listings in the phone book?

Now, what can I tell youguys? No comment.

But, lieutenant, we'vegot two murders...

- That coffee's two hours cold.- Mm-hmm.

I put a cigarette out in it.

- Did you reach the next girl yet?- No. I keep getting an answering machine.

- Send a unit.- I sent a unit.

There's no answer at the door, andthe apartment manager's not home.

Call her.

- I just called her.- Call her again.

Give me a cigarette.

(DIALING)

(RING)

(RING)

GINGER: Hi there.

Ha ha ha. Fooled you. You're talking toa machine, but don't be shy, it's OK.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(TURNS UP VOLUME)

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

Same shit.

I can hear it now. He's gonna be calledthe goddamn "Phone Book killer."

I hate these press cases,especially the weird press cases.

- Where you going?- To make a statement.

Maybe make these jackalswork for us for a change.

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

Well...

- How do I look?- Like shit, boss.

Your mama.

MAN: Lieutenant!

This just in. Police haveannounced the name of the victim

in the second of two execution-stylemurders which took place today.

Incredibly, the names of the twovictims are virtually identical.

Two hours ago, 35-year-old Sarah AnnConnor was pronounced dead at the scene

- in her Santa Monica apartment...- Can we change this?

- Sure.- Sarah Louise Connor was slain by an...

- SARAH: Don't touch it!- unknown gunman earlier today in her home.

Now, police are refusing to speculateon the apparent similarity

between these shooting deaths, and noother connection between the two victims

has been established as of yet.

Of course, we'll have more on thislate-breaking story as it comes in.

A spectacular fire fueled by solvents,oils, and other flammable liquids

swept through an oil companyon North Spring Street

just northeast of ChinatownWednesday night...

(LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)

♪ On the run, I'm a moving target ♪

♪ On the town, it's hit-and-run... ♪

♪ Caught in a photoplay ♪

- Hey, you got a phone?- It's in the back! Hey! 4.50.

♪ Photoplay ♪

(SINGING CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

WOMAN: You have reached the Los AngelesPolice Department emergency number.

All our lines are busy. If youneed a police car sent out to you,

please stay on the line.

POLICE RADIO: 2-11 in progress at Bob'sLiquor, corner of third and Cameron.

(TURNS MUSIC ON)

♪ Intimacy ♪

♪ Intimacy ♪

♪ Ya ya ya ya ♪

♪ Intimacy ♪

♪ Intimacy ♪

♪ Ya ya ya ya... ♪

♪ I've got to... ♪

Pugsley, shoo! Go on. I'm goingto make a belt out of you.

Whoa!

Don't make me bust you up, man!

♪ Intimacy ♪

♪ Ah yah ♪

♪ ...is some intimacy ♪

♪ Ya ya ya ya ♪

(CRYING)

(RING)

GINGER:Hi there. Ha ha ha. Fooled you.

You're talking to a machine,but don't be shy, it's OK.

Machines need lovetoo, so talk to it,

and Ginger, that's me, orSarah will get back to you.

Wait for the beep.

(BEEP)

Ginger, this is Sarah!Pick up if you're there!

I'm at this place on Pico Boulevardcalled Technoir. I'm really scared.

I think that there'ssomebody's after me.

Uh, I hope that youplay this back soon.

I need you and Matt to come andpick me up as soon as possible.

The police keep transferring me around.I'm gonna give them another try.

The number here is 555-9175.

Call me, kiddo. I need your help.

DETECTIVE: It's her.

- Sarah Connor? It's Lieutenant Traxler.- Look, Lieutenant, don't put me on hold

- and don't transfer me to another department!- Don't worry. I won't. Now, just relax.

- Can you tell me where you are?- I'm in this bar called Technoir.

Yeah, I know. It's on Pico.Are you all right?

Yeah, but I don't want to leave.I think there's a guy following me.

All right, now, listen, MissConnor, now, listen carefully,

you're in a public place, soyou'll be safe till we get there,

but stay visible. Don't go outsideor even to the rest room.

- I'll have a car there in a hot minute.- OK.

♪ Ohh ♪

♪ I'm taken, and you'll never let me go ♪

♪ I'm your prisoner ♪

♪ I feel the heat of your desire ♪

♪ Touch that pistol fire ♪

♪ You've got me burnin' ♪

♪ You've got me burnin' ♪

- Hey, that guy didn't pay.- ♪ You've got me burnin' ♪

- (CRACK)- ♪ In the third degree ♪

♪ You've got me burnin' ♪

♪ You've got me burnin' ♪

♪ You've got me burnin' ♪

♪ In the third degree ♪

(CLATTERING ON FLOOR)

♪ Can't stop my body's achin' ♪

(SINGING CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

♪ You've got me burnin' ♪

♪ You've got me burnin' ♪

♪ You've got me burnin' ♪

♪ In the third degree ♪

♪ You've got me burnin' ♪

♪ You've got me burnin'... ♪

(CROWD SCREAMING)

(CROWD SCREAMING)

Come with me if you want to live.

Come on!

This is 1-L19. I got ahit-and-run felony.

Suspect vehicle... late model grayFord, headed westbound on 7th.

He's really moving, punchinglights all the way.

I'm going to need an ambulanceat 7th and Broadway right now.

Hold it!

DISPATCHER: All units watchfor a late-model gray Ford,

last seen westboundon 7th and Broadway.

Hold on.

Are you injured? Are you shot?

No!

Do exactly what I say. Exactly.

Don't move unless I say. Don'tmake a sound unless I say.

Do you understand?

- Do you understand?!- Yes! Yes! Please, don't hurt me.

(HONKS HORN)

I'm here to help you. I'mReese, Sergeant Techcom,

DN38416, assigned to protect you.You've been targeted for termination.

POLICE DISPATCHER:Attempt to intercept, 1-L19.

(IMITATING POLICEMAN) This is 1-L19.Westbound on Olympic approaching Overland.

This is a mistake.I didn't do anything.

No, but you will. It's veryimportant that you live.

This isn't true. How could thatman just get up after you...

He's not a man. A machine.

A Terminator. A Cyberdinesystems model 101.

A machine?

- Like a robot?- Not a robot. A cyborg.

A cybernetic organism.

- No. He was bleeding.- Just a second.

Get your head down!

All right, listen. The Terminator'san infiltration unit...

part man, part machine. Underneath,it's a hyperalloy combat chassis...

microprocessor controlled,fully armored, very tough.

But outside, it'sliving human tissue.

Flesh, skin, hair, blood...grown for the cyborgs.

Look, Reese, I don't knowwhat you want from...

Pay attention! I gotto ditch this car.

The 600 series had rubberskin. We spotted them easy.

But these are new.They look human...

Sweat, bad breath, everything.Very hard to spot.

I had to wait till he moved onyou before I could zero him.

Look... I am not stupid, you know.They cannot make things like that yet.

Not yet. Not for about forty years.

- Are you saying it's from the future?- One possible future.

From your point of view...I don't know tech stuff.

Then 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. ThatTerminator is out there.

It can't be bargained with.It can't be reasoned with.

It doesn't feel pityor remorse or fear.

And it absolutelywill not stop. Ever!

Until you are dead.

Can you stop it?

I don't know.

With these weapons, I don't know.

POLICE RADIO: All units. All units.Gray Ford suspect vehicle's been found

in a parking structureat 4th and Beaudry.

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.- Defense network computers.

New... powerful...

Hooked into everything.Trusted to run it all.

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

Then it saw all people as a threat,not just the ones on the other side.

Decided our fate ina microsecond...

extermination.

Did you see this war?

(TIRES SCREECH)

No. I grew up after it...

In the ruins. Starving...

- Hiding from HKs.- HKs?

Hunter-killers. Patrol machinesbuilt in automated factories.

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

This was burned inby laser scanner.

Some of us werekept alive... to work...

Loading bodies. The disposalunits ran night and day.

We were that closeto going out forever.

But there was one manwho taught us to fight,

to storm the wire of the camps, to smashthose metal motherfuckers into junk.

He turned it around. He broughtus back from the brink.

His name was Connor. John Connor.

Your son, Sarah.

Your unborn son.

(ENGINE WON'T TURN OVER)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(GUNSHOT)

Drive!

Reese!

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

POLICEMAN 1: You in the Cadillac!Let me see your hands now!

Get out of the car!

Drop to your knees!

- POLICEMAN 2: Out of the car.- POLICEMAN 1: Drop to the ground.

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO)

Sarah...

Sarah, try to drink some of this.

Listen, are you sure it's them? Maybe...maybe I should look at the bodies.

No. They've been identified,and there's no doubt.

Oh, God.

God!

Ginger!

Sarah.

- Sarah, this is Dr. Silberman.- Hi, Sarah.

I want you to tell himeverything that Reese told you.

- Do you feel up to that?- (SOBBING) Yeah. I guess so.

You're a doctor?

- Criminal psychologist.- Is Reese crazy?

Well, that's whatwe're gonna find out.

(DISTANT SIREN)

(WHIRRING)

DR. SILBERMAN: So, you're asoldier, fighting for whom?

With the 132nd, underPerry. From '21 to '27.

- That's the year 2027?- That's right. And I was assigned...

This is fucking great.

REESE: The last two yearsunder John Connor.

- Who was the enemy again?- A computer defense system built for...

- (BEEP BEEP BEEP)- Oh, damn. Sorry.

Built for SAC-NORADby Cyberdine systems.

I see.

And this, uh, computer thinks it can winby killing the mother of its enemy,

killing him, in effect,before he's even conceived,

a sort of retroactive abortion?

That guy Silberman cracks me up.

Last week, he had this guy in here thatburned his Afghan. He screwed it first,

- then he set it on fire.- Hey, shut up.

Why didn't the computerjust kill Connor then?

Why this elaborate schemewith the Terminator?

It had no choice. Theirdefense grid was smashed.

We'd won. Taking out Connorthen would make no difference.

Skynet had to wipe outhis entire existence.

Is that when you captured the lab complexand found that... uh, what is it called?

Uh... the timedisplacement equipment?

That's right. The Terminatorhad already gone through.

Connor sent me to intercept,and they blew the whole place.

How are you supposed get back?

I can't.

Nobody goes home.

Nobody else comes through.It's just him and me.

(COCKS RIFLE)

It's just him and me.

Why didn't you bring any weapons,something more advanced?

Don't you have ray guns?

Ray guns.

DR. SILBERMAN ON TAPE:Show me a piece of future technology.

You go naked. Something about thefield generated by a living organism.

- Nothing dead will go.- Why?

- I didn't build the fucking thing!- OK, OK. But this...

- (SIGHS) Cyborg, if it's metal...- Surrounded by living tissue!

Oh. Right, right...

This is great stuff. I couldmake a career out of this guy.

You see how clever this part is? Howit doesn't require a shred of proof?

And most paranoid delusions areintricate, but this is brilliant.

DR. SILBERMAN: Why were theother two women killed?

Most of the records were lost in the war.

Skynet knew almost nothing about Connor'smother. Her full name, where she lived.

They just knew the city. TheTerminator was just being systematic.

- Uh-huh. Well, let's go back to...- Look, you have heard enough!

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

- I'm afraid that's not up to me.- Then why am I talking to you?

- Because I can help you.- Who is in authority here?

- Reese...- Shut up!

You still don't get it, do you?

He'll find her.That's what he does!

That's all he does!You can't stop him!

He'll wade through you, reach down herthroat, and pull her fucking heart out!

- Doc.- REESE: Let... let go of me!

Sorry.

- So, Reese is crazy?- In technical terminology...

He's a loon.

Sarah, this is whatthey call body armor.

Our TAC guys wear these. It'llstop a twelve-gauge round.

This other individual must have been wearingone under his coat. Feel that. Go ahead.

What about when he punchedthrough the windshield?

He was probably on PCP.Broke every bone in his hand

and wouldn't feel it for hours.There was this guy once...

- You see this scar?- Here.

Thank you.

There's a couch in this other room. Why don'tyou stretch out and try to get some sleep?

It'll be at least an hour before yourmother gets here from Big Bear.

- I can't sleep.- Try.

Well, it may not look it, butthat couch is very comfortable.

You'll be perfectly safe. We gotthirty cops in this building.

Thank you.

- Good night.- Good night.

(BUZZ)

(BEEP BEEP BEEP)

I'm a friend of Sarah Connor.

I was told that she's here.Could I see her, please?

No. You can't see her.She's making a statement.

- Where is she?- Look, it may take a while...

if you want to wait, there'sa bench over there.

I'll be back.

MAN: What the hell was that?

MAN: Gunshot!

- MAN: What is it, terrorists?- WOMAN: Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

Stay here.

Let's get out of here!

- Come on! Come on!- He's got an automatic weapon!

MAN:Move it, move it, move it, move it!

MAN: What the hellhappened to the lights?

Watch him.

(MACHINE GUN FIRE)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

MAN: Automatic weapons!Lock and load! Let's go!

MAN: Fire! Fire!

Ed.

Hey!

Sarah!

Reese!

This way.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

MAN ON CAR RADIO:KFLB news time 4:36.

In the top story of the hour, thelargest single law enforcement

mobilization in Californiahistory is currently underway.

- (ENGINE SPUTTERS)- Police in five Southern counties...

are engaged in a massivemanhunt for an unident...

Take this.

All right, let's getthis off the road.

- You cold?- Freezing.

Reese...

You got a first name?

Kyle.

Kyle... what's it likewhen 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.

- We got to get you to a doctor.- It's OK. Forget it.

What do you mean,forget it? Are you crazy?

Take this off.

Jesus.

See, it passed rightthrough the meat.

Oh, this is going to make me puke.Would you just talk about something?

What?

I don't know. Anything.Just talk. 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.

Well... at least now I knowwhat to name him.

I don't suppose youknow who the father is,

so I won't tell him to getlost when I meet him.

John never said much about him.

- I know he dies before the war...- Wait!

I don't want to know.

So, was it John that sent you here?

I volunteered.

Why?

It was a chance to meet thelegend... Sarah Connor.

Taught her son to fight, organize,

prepare from when he was a kid.

When you were in hidingbefore the war...

You're talking about things Ihaven't done yet in the past tense.

- It's driving me crazy.- Aah!

Are you sure you havethe right person?

I'm sure.

Come on. Do I look likethe mother of the future?

I mean, am I tough? Organized?I can't even balance my checkbook.

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

Your son gave me a message togive to you. Made me memorize it.

"Thank you, Sarah, for yourcourage through the dark years.

I can't help you with what you must soon faceexcept to say that the future is not set.

You must be stronger thanyou imagine you can be.

You must survive, or I willnever exist". That's all.

It's a good field dressing.

You like it? It's my first.

(CAR PASSES)

Get some sleep.It will be light soon.

OK.

Talk to me some more.

About what?

Tell me about where you're from.

All right.

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

You still have to be carefulbecause the HKs use infrared.

But they're not too bright. Johntaught us ways to dust them.

That's when the infiltratorsstarted to appear.

The Terminators were thenewest... The worst.

MAN OVER RADIO: Traversingyour sector in search mode.

750 meters north of your position.

SECOND MAN:Understood. 750 meters north.

Let's go.

MAN OVER RADIO: Intercept. Over.

There are scavenger teamsin that quadrant.

Avoid contact. Repeat, avoidcontact. We'll get them later.

MAN OVER RADIO:Roger, echo leader.

- Sector niner, what's your status?- Situation normal.

Firebase, what's your status? Over.

- Reese. DN384...- Right. Let him in.

RADIO: Any infiltratorsat the shopping mall?

RADIO: No problem. They were clean.We're cutting short the patrol. Over.

Roger, Yankee-1-7.You are clear to return.

(BOY IMITATING GUNFIRE)

(WOMAN COUGHING)

(WOMAN SOBBING)

(SQUEAKING)

(DOGS BARKING)

MAN: Terminator! Terminator!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

I was dreaming about dogs.

We use them to spot Terminators.

Your world is pretty terrifying.

(FLY BUZZING)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hey, buddy, you got a deadcat in there, or what?

(KNOCKING)

Fuck you, asshole.

Goddamn!

SARAH: Thank you.

(HORN HONKS)

Uh, is this enough?

Yeah, it's enough. I don'twant to ask where you got it.

- MAN: I'm coming.- We need a room.

- All right.- With a kitchen.

Do you have one with a kitchen?

Mmm.

I am dying for a shower.

We should check your bandage, too.

Later. I'm going out for supplies.

Keep this.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

SARAH: No, I can't tell you whereI am, mom. I was told not to say.

Oh, but, honey, I need toknow where I can reach you.

You tell me to hide out up here atthe cabin like some fugitive and...

and you won't tell me what'sgoing on? I am worried sick, dear.

OK.

- OK, here's the number. Ready?- Yes. Go ahead.

It's 408-555...

- 1439.- Uh-huh.

- Room 9. Got it?- Uh-huh.

- I've got it.- I've got to go.

I'm sorry I can't tell you moreright now. I love you, mom.

I love you, too, sweetheart.

- MAN: Tiki motel.- Give me your address there.

SARAH: What have we got?

Mothballs.

Corn syrup.

Ammonia. What's for dinner?

- Plastique.- Mmm, that sounds good.

What is it?

Nitroglycerin, basically.It's a bit more stable.

I learned to make itwhen I was a kid.

Make sure there'snone on the threads.

Like this.

Screw the end cap on.

Very gently.

You must've had a fun childhood.

That's good.

All right. Six more like that, andI'll get started on the fuses.

SARAH: 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 mustbe 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 apicture of you once.

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

Torn... faded.

You were young like you are now.You seemed just... a little sad.

I used to always wonder what youwere thinking at that moment.

I memorized 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! (CHUCKLES)

(DOG BARKING)

(BARKS)

Trade places!

Faster! Drive faster!

(HORN HONKS)

(KYLE GRUNTS)

Kyle!

Oh, my God!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SARAH SCREAMING)

Kyle.

- Whoa!- Son of a bitch!

You stay here.

Let's get out of here.

Get out.

Kyle. Come on, get up.

He's coming.

Kyle? Come on!

Help me! Get out! Get out!

Get out!

SARAH: Come on!

Faster!

(KYLE PANTING)

KYLE: Don't stop! Run!

Sarah!

Kyle!

Oh, Kyle. Kyle.

We did it, Kyle. We got it.

No!

No!

KYLE: Wait!

- SARAH: What are you doing?- Cover, so he can't track us.

Come on! Come on. No, Kyle!

- Come on! Come on!- Leave me here.

SARAH: Get up!

Move it, Reese!On your feet, soldier!

On your feet! Move it!

Back. Go back.

- Run, Sarah.- No.

Run!

Run!

Come on, motherfucker.

(SCREAMS IN PAIN)

(SCREAMING)

No, no.

You're terminated, fucker.

(SIREN APPROACHING)

Kyle.

POLICE RADIO: 6450 Bellingham Avenue,Super Trader. 6450 Bellingham Avenue.

(RADIO CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

SARAH:Tape 7, November 10. Where was I?

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

But I guess I have a while yet before you'reold enough to even understand these tapes.

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

- Gasolina, por favor.- ¿Cuánto?

- Llena el tanque.- Fill her up, sí.

Should I tell you about yourfather? Boy, that's a tough one.

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

If you don't send Kyle,you can never be.

God, a person could gocrazy thinking about this.

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

Maybe it'll help if...

You know that in the fewhours that we had together...

We loved a lifetime's worth.

Usted es muy hermosa, señora,y tengo pena decirle

que me de cinco dolares americanos,pero si no, mi padre me va a pegar.

- What did he just say?- He says you're very beautiful, señora...

and he's ashamed to ask you for fiveAmerican dollars for his picture,

but if he doesn't, hisfather will beat him.

Pretty good hustle, kid.

- Cuatro- Sí, sí.

Gracias.

¡Miren, miren!

¡Allá! ¡Viene una tormenta!

What did he just say?

He said there's a storm coming in.

I know.

(THUNDER)