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Terminator: The 12-gauge auto-loader. Pawn clerk: That's Italian. You can go pump or auto. Terminator: The .45 long slide with laser sighting. Pawn clerk: These are brand new; we just got them in. That's a good gun. Just touch the trigger, the beam comes on and you put the red dot where you want the bullet to go. You can't miss. Anything else? Terminator: Phased plasma rifle in the 40-watt range. Pawn clerk: Hey, just what you see, pal. Terminator: [looks around] The Uzi 9mm. Pawn clerk: You know your weapons, buddy. Any one of these is ideal for home defense. So uh, which will it be? Terminator: [pointing shotgun towards the door] All. Pawn clerk: I may close early today. [takes out forms] There's a... 15-day wait on the handguns, but the rifles you can take right now. [sees the Terminator loading a shell into the shotgun] You can't do that. Terminator: Wrong. [shoots and kills the clerk]

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Kyle: All right, listen. The Terminator's an infiltration unit: part man, part machine. Underneath, it's a hyperalloy combat chassis, microprocessor-controlled. Fully armored, very tough. But outside, it's living human tissue: flesh, skin, hair, blood - grown for the cyborgs. Sarah: Look, Reese. I don't know what you want from... Kyle: Pay attention! I gotta ditch this car. [parks car] 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. Sarah: Look, I am not stupid, you know. They cannot make things like that yet. Kyle: Not yet, not for about 40 years. Sarah: [disbelieving] Are you saying it's from the future? Kyle: One possible future. From your point of view. I don't know tech stuff. Sarah: Then you're from the future too - is that right? Kyle: Right. Sarah: [sarcastically] Right. Kyle: [coldly] Cyborgs don't feel pain. I do. Don't do tha

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Sarah: [she and Reese have just snuck into a Cadillac] Reese. Why me? Why does it want me? Kyle: 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. Sarah: I don't understand. Kyle: 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 in a microsecond: extermination. Sarah: Did you see this war? Kyle: No. I grew up after. In the ruins... starving... hiding from H-K's. Sarah: H-K's? Kyle: Hunter-Killers: patrol machines built in automated factories. Most of us were rounded up, put into camps for orderly disposal. [pulls up his right sleeve, exposing a mark] This is burned in by laser scan. Some of us were kept alive... to work... loading bodies. The dispo

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Dr. Silberman: Why didn't you bring any weapons, something more advanced? Don't you have, uh, ray guns? Show me a piece of future technology. Kyle: You go naked. Something about the field generated by a living organism. Nothing dead will go. Dr. Silberman: Why? Kyle: [frustrated] I didn't build the fucking thing! Dr. Silberman: Okay, okay. But this cyborg, if it's metal... Kyle: Surrounded by living tissue! Dr. Silberman: Oh, right, right. [pauses the interrogation tape] This is great stuff! I could make a career out of this guy. You see how clever this part is, how it doesn't require a shred of proof? And most paranoid delusions are intricate, but this is brilliant! [resumes the interrogation tape] Why were the other two women killed? Kyle: Most of the records were lost in the war. Skynet knew almost nothing about Connor's mother. Her full name, where she lives. They just knew the city. The Terminator was just being systematic. Dr. Silberman: Uh-huh. Well, let's go back to where I was

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Terminator: I'm a friend of Sarah Connor. I was told she was here. Could I see her please? Desk Sergeant: No, you can't see her. She's making a statement. Terminator: Where is she? Desk Sergeant: Look, it may take a while. Want to wait? There's a bench over there. [points to bench] Terminator: [looks around, examining the structural integrity of the room, then looks back at him] !

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Sarah: Would you talk about something? Kyle: What? Sarah: I don't know. Anything. Just talk. Tell me about my son. Kyle: He's about my height. He has your eyes. Sarah: What's he like? Kyle: You trust him. He's got a strength. I'd die for John Connor. Sarah: Well, at least now I know what to name him. I don't suppose you know who the father is so I won't tell him to get lost when I meet him. Kyle: John never said much about him. I know he dies before the war- Sarah: Wait! I don't want to know. So, was it John that sent you here? Kyle: I volunteered. Sarah: Why? Kyle: It was a chance to meet the legend... Sarah Connor. Taught her son to fight, organize, prepare from when he was a kid. When you were in hiding before the war. Sarah: You're talking about things I haven't done yet, in the past tense. It's driving me crazy. Are you sure you have the right person? Kyle: I'm sure. Sarah: [angry, irritated] Oh, come on. Do I look like the mother of the future? I mean am I tough, organized? I can

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Sarah: Tape 7, November 10...Where was I? What's difficult is trying to decide what to tell you and what not to. But I guess I have a while before you're old enough to understand these tapes. They're more for me at this point just so that I can get it straight. Sarah: ¿Gasolina, por favor? Gas Station Clerk: ¿Cuánto? Sarah: Llena el tanque. Gas Station Clerk: Fill 'er up! ¡Sí! Sarah: [recording] Should I tell you 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 can never be. God, a person could go crazy thinking about this. I suppose I will tell you. I owe him that. Maybe it'll help if you know that, in the few hours we had together, we loved a lifetime's worth. [stops recording because a boy has just taken a Polaroid picture of her] Boy: Usted es muy hermosa, señora, y tengo apena decirle que me dé cinco dólares americanos, pero si no, mi padre me va a pegar. Sarah: [to clerk] What di