- Ginger, have you seen Pugsley? - Not lately. Did you check messages? I thought you did.
The Terminator
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- What's this? - Dead girl two. Sent over from the Valley division this afternoon.
The Terminator
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- What have you got? - Dead girl. - I can see that. - Sarah Ann Connor, secretary, 35. Shot six times at less than 10 feet. Large calibre weapon. You know, these work.
The Terminator
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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
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You have reached the Los Angeles Police emergency number. All lines are busy. Ifyou need a police car sent out to you, stay on the line.
The Terminator
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Reese, why me?
The Terminator
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Do exactly what I say. Exactly. Don't move unless I say. Don't make a sound unless I say. Do you understand? - Do you understand? - Yes. Please don't hurt me.
The Terminator
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With these weapons, I don't know.
The Terminator
12.6s
That bum. So what if he has a Porsche? He can't treat you like this. It's Friday night, for Christ's sake. I'll live. I'll break his kneecaps.
The Terminator
2s
No.
The Terminator
4s
Well, Pugsley still loves me. Don't you, baby?
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
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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.