another try.
The number here is 555-9175.
Call me, kiddo.
I need your help.
It's her.
It's her.
Sarah Connor?
It's Lieutenant Traxler.
Lieutenant, don't put me
on hold or transfer me!
I won't. Just relax.
Where are you?
In this bar called Technoir.
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,
Miss Connor.
Now listen carefully.
You're in a public place...
so you'll be safe till
we get there, but stay visible.
Don't go outside
or even to the rest room.
I'll have a car there
in a hot minute.
Hey, that guy didn't pay.
Come with me
if you want to live.
Come on!
This is 1-L19.
I got a hit-and-run felony.
Suspect vehicle...
late model gray Ford...
headed westbound on Seventh.
He's really moving,
punching lights all the way.
I'm going to need
an ambulance...
at Seventh and Broadway
right now.
Hold it!
All units watch
for a late-model gray Ford...
last seen westbound
on Seventh and Broadway.
Hold on.
Are you injured?
Are you shot?
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! Yes!
Please, don't hurt me.
I'm here to help you.
I'm Reese, Sergeant Techcom,
BN38416...
assigned to protect you.
You've been targeted
for termination.
Attempt to intercept, 1-L19.
This is 1-L19.
Westbound on Olympic
approaching Overland.
This is a mistake.
I didn't do anything.
No, but you will.
It's very important
that you live.
This isn't true.
How could that man
just get up after you...
He's not a man... a machine.
A Terminator.
A Cyberdyne Systems 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'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.
- Look, I don't know what...
- Pay attention!
I got to ditch this 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.
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!
That Terminator is out there.
It can't be bargained with.
It can't be reasoned with.
It doesn't feel
pity or remorse or fear.
And it absolutely
will not stop ever!
Until you are dead.
Can you stop it?
I don't know.
With these weapons,
I don't know.
All units. Gray Ford suspect
vehicle has been found...
in a parking structure
at Fourth and Beaudry.
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
in a microsecond...
extermination.
Did you see this war?
I grew up after it
in the ruins...
starving, hiding from HKs.
- HKs?
- Hunter-Killers...
patrol machines
built in automated factories.
Most of us were rounded up...
put in camps
for orderly disposal.
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