What the hell...?
Goddamn son-of-a-bitch...
What the hell...?
Hey, my turn.
Hey, what's wrong with this picture?
Nice night for a walk?
Nice night for a walk.
Wash day tomorrow.
Nothing clean, right?
Nothing clean. Right.
I think this guy's a couple of cans
short of a six-pack.
Your clothes, give them to me.
- Now.
- Fuck you, asshole.
Hey, buddy, did you just see
a real bright light?
- See that guy?
- Hold it right there.
- He's rabbiting.
- Hey! I said hold it! Go.
That son-of-a-bitch took my pants.
- What day is it? The date.
- 12th May.
- Thursday.
- What year?
He's got my gun. Let's go.
Guard it for me. Big Buns.
Hi. I'm late.
So am I.
- I'm in it.
- So am I.
- Honey, can I have that coffee now?
- Yes, sir.
- OK. Who gets the burly-beef?
- I ordered barbecued.
That's mine, but I didn't order fries.
- Mine's the chilli beef deluxe.- Who gets the burly-beef?
- We're ready to order now.- Yes, ma'am.
I'm so sorry.
Thisisn't real leather, isit?
Nice going, kid.
I ought to give you the tip.
Look at it this way.
In 100 years. who's gonna care?
The 12-gauge auto-loader.
That's Italian. You can go pump or auto.
The 45 long slide with laser sighting.
These are new. We just got them in.
That's a good gun.
The beam comes on - you put the red dot
where you want the bullet to go.
You can't miss.
- Anything else?
- Plasma rifle in the 40-watt range.
Hey, just what you see, pal.
The Uzi nine millimetre.
You know your weapons, buddy.
Any one of these is ideal
for home defence.
So which will it be?
- All.
- I may close early today.
It's a 15-day wait on the handguns,
but the rifles you can take now.
- You can't do that.
- Wrong.
Hi, baby. Yeah, yeah, it's me.
Listen, I need you to come pick me up.
My bike just broke down.
I don't care what you're doing.
Come and get me. What the...?
Hey, man, you got
a serious attitude problem.
- 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.
Incredible. You're not gonna believe this.
You're going to love this.
- What?
- ..piled from several witnesses.
Once again, Sarah Connor,
35, mother of two,
brutally shot to death this afternoon.
You're dead, honey.
...if you're into sound,
for the greatest sound around,
come to Bob's Stereo at 2500 Sepulveda.
We've got woofers, tweeters,
the newest in audio and compact discs.
We've got graphic equalisers
and sound balancers that...
Sorry.
Hello?
First I'm gonna rip the buttons
off your blouse one by one,
then run my tongue down your neck
to your bare, gleaming breasts.
And then slowly...slowly pull
your jeans off inch by inch.
Ginger, it's Matt.
And lick your belly in circles
further and further down,
and then pull your panties off
with my teeth.
Who is this?
God. Sarah?
Jesus. I'm sorry.
I thought you were...
Can I talk to Ginger?
Sure.
It's the creep.
Hello?
First I'll rip the buttons off
your blouse one by one...
You fucking pigs. Wait till I get
my hands on you. Get off me.
Ed.
- 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.
- What's this?
- Dead girl two.
Sent over from the Valley division
this afternoon.
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.
The press is gonna be short-stroking it.
- A one-day pattern killer.- I hate the weird ones.
So...
Better than mortal man deserves.
- Ginger, have you seen Pugsley?
- Not lately. Did you check messages?
I thought you did.
- Hi, Sarah, this is your mom...
- There you are, young man.
You mind your mother.
Hi, Sarah. Stan Morsky.
Something's come up.
Looks like I won't be able to make it
tonight. Just can't get out of it.
I'm really sorry. I'll make it up to you.
Call you in a day or so. Bye.
That bum. So