right?
- yeah, but I don't wanna leave.
- I think there's a guy following me.
- Now, listen carefully.
you're in a public place so you'll be safe.
Stay visible. Don't go outside.
- I'll have a car there in a minute.
- OK.
Hey, that guy didn't pay.
Come with me if you wanna live.
Come on!
This is one-L-19. I got a hit-and-run felony.
Suspect vehicle - Iate model
grey Ford headed westbound on Seven.
He's really moving - punching lights.
I'm gonna need an ambulance
at Seventh and Broadway right now.
Hold it.
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. Please don't hurt me.
I'm here to help you.
I'm Reese. Sergeant Tech-Com.
DN38416. Assigned to protect you.
you've been targeted for termination.
This is one-L-19. 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...
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