终结者The Terminator Movie Script

杰瑞发布于2023-02-24

The Terminator is a 1984 American science-fiction action film written and directed by James Cameron. It stars Arnold Schwarzenegger as the Terminator, a cyborg assassin sent back in time from 2029 to 1984 to kill Sarah Connor (Linda Hamilton), whose son will one day become a savior against machines in a post-apocalyptic future. Michael Biehn plays Kyle Reese, a soldier from the future sent back in time to protect Connor. 《终结者》（The Terminator）是一部1984年的美国科幻动作片，由詹姆斯·卡梅隆编剧和执导。该片由阿诺德·施瓦辛格（Arnold Schwarzenegger）饰演终结者，一名机械人刺客，于2029年至1984年被送回现场，杀死了莎拉·康纳（Linda Hamilton饰），她的儿子有一天会成为世界末日后对抗机器的救世主。迈克尔·比恩（Michael Biehn）饰演凯尔·里斯（Kyle Reese），一名来自未来的士兵，被及时遣返回保护康纳。

Sarah back into the women's restroom.
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69 INT. RESTROOM 69 Sarah stumbles numbly to the sink.
She splashes her face with cold water. In the mirror her terrified reflection looks back. Why me?
She hears a loud clatter and spins around.
It's just a drunken woman fumbling with a toilet stall door.
Sarah edges back out into the corridor.
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70 INT. HALLWAY 70 Sarah walks stiffly to the pay phone.
It's OUT OF ORDER.
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71 EXT. STREET/SIDEWALK - NIGHT 71 Sarah exits the pizza place into the sparse crowd on the sidewalk. As she passes a figure leaning against the wall just outside, the man turns his head to watch her.
It is Reese, his gaze impassive.
Streetlight catches the burn scar on his cheek.
He is motionless, sinister in his long coat.
Sarah shudders.
She walks on.
POV - SARAH, ON CROWD, moving toward and through approaching groups of pedestrians. They seem to be glancing at her.
Was it always like that and she just never noticed?
C.U. - SARAH as she look over her shoulder.
POV - SARAH, ON PIZZA PARLOR DOORWAY. Reese is gone.
She resists the urge to run.
On the opposite side of the street an LAPD cruiser glides slowly by. Sarah is about to call out but a bus blocks her view and when it had passed, the car is turning away down a side street.
She passes a large window with STOKER'S written on it, and ducks quickly through the door.
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72 INT. STOKER'S - NIGHT 72 ANGLE THROUGH WINDOW, SARAH F.G., as Reese approaches.
Her knuckles clench white as he reaches the entrance and walks by, unhurriedly, without a glance inside.
She turns and scan the gloomy interior, which reveals itself to be less than savory. Pool tables and upper-middle lowlife in submarine depths of smoky haze.
Sarah draws stares, menacing in their own right, as she weaves between the pool tables to the back of the bar.