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That coffee's two hours cold. I put a cigarette out in it. - Did you reach the next girl yet? - No. I got her answering machine. - Send a unit. - I sent a unit. There's no answer. - The apartment manager's not in. - Call her. - I just called her. - Call her again. Give me a cigarette.
The Terminator
41.2s
The 600-Series had rubber skin. 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 on you before I could zero him. Look, I am not stupid. 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.
The Terminator
2m51s
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. Then it saw all people as a threat. Not just the ones on the other side. It decided our fate in a microsecond. Extermination. Did you see this war? No. I grew up after. In the ruins. Starving. Hiding from the 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 scanner. Some of us were kept alive. To work. Loading bodies. The disposal units ran night and day. We were that close to going out for ever. But there was one man who taught us to fight. To storm the wire of the camps. To smash those metal motherfuckers into junk. He turned it around. He brought us back from the brink. His name was Connor. John Connor. Your son, Sarah. Your unborn son.
The Terminator
24.7s
Listen. The Terminator's an infiltration unit. Part man, part machine. Underneath it's a hyper-alloy combat chassis. Microprocessor controlled. Fully armoured, very tough. Outside it's living human tissue. Flesh, skin, hair, blood - grown for the cyborgs. - Look, Reese, I don't know... - Pay attention. I gotta ditch this car.
The Terminator
21.8s
This just in. Police have announced the name ofthe victim in the second oftwo murders which took place today. Incredibly, the names ofthe two victims are virtually identical. Two hours ago, 35-year-old Sarah Ann Connor was pronounced dead... - Can we change this? - Sarah Louise... Don't touch it.
The Terminator
26.8s
I can hear it now. He's gonna 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. Maybe make these jackals work for us. If I can get on the tube by eleven o'clock, maybe she'll call us. Well, how do I look? - Like shit, boss. - Your mama.
The Terminator