will.
It's very important that you live.
This isn't true. How could that man
just get up after you...
It's not a man. A machine.
A Terminator.
Cyberdyne Systems model 101 .
A machine? Like a robot?
Not a robot. A cyborg -
cybernetic organism.
- No. He was bleeding.
- Just a second.
Get your head down.
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 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.
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. Ford suspect vehicle has
been found in a parking structure...
Reese, 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.
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.
Drive.
Reese!
No, Reese. No, no, no. They'll kill you.
You in the Cadillac,
let me see your hands now.
Get out of the car.
Drop to your knees.
- Out of the car.
- Drop to the ground.
Sarah. Sarah, try to drink some of this.
Listen, are you sure it's them?
I mean,
maybe I should look at the bodies.
No. They've been identified
and there's no doubt.
Ginger. Kiddo.
- Sarah, this is Dr Silberman.
- Hi, Sarah.
Tell him everything Reese told you,
Sarah. Do you feel up to that?
Yeah, I guess so.
- You're a doctor?
- Criminal psychologist.
- Is Reese crazy?
- That's what we're gonna find out.
So you're a soldier. Fighting for whom?
With the 1 32nd under Perry.
From '21 to '27.
That's the year 2027?
That's right. Then I was assigned...
- This is fucking great.
- ..under John Connor.
- Who was the enemy?
- A computer defence system...
Goddamn! Sorry.
..built for SAC-NORAD
by Cyberdyne Systems.
I see.
And this computer thinks it can win
by killing the mother of its enemy.
Killing him, in effect,
before he's even conceived.
A sort of retroactive abortion?
Silberman cracks me up.
Last week, a guy burned his Afghan.
- He screwed it first...
- Ed, shut