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。

Then a high speed sprint down the cross-street.
Reese squirrels the vehicle between a slow-moving car ahead and oncoming traffic.
A dive into another dark side street.
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114 INT. GRAY SEDAN - NIGHT 114 Reese drives with total, nerveless absorption. His eyes flick to the mirror, to the road, over his shoulder, back ...and the world spins outside.
With occasional glances to Sarah, he speaks to her in a clipped, military voice.
REESE:
Are you injured? Are you shot?
No response.
He reaches over and runs his hands over her arms, legs, chest. Sarah flinches.
She feels the BLIND PANIC BOILING UP WITHIN HER.
She pushes his hand away and opens the door.
Reese slams her back in the seat and slaps her. Hard.
REESE:
(continuing) Do exactly what I say.
Exactly. Don't move un- less I say. Don't make a sound unless I say. Do you understand?
As he speaks he is locking the door and fastening Sarah's seatbelt over her, cinching it very tightly, like you would for a child. She doesn't answer.
REESE:
(continuing/ shouting) Do you understand?
SARAH:
(a whisper) Yes. Don't hurt me.
REESE:
I'm here to help you. Reese, Sergeant/Tech-Com, DN38416... Sarah stares numbly at his outstretched hand. With zero strength she automatically returns his handshake.
REESE:
(continuing) Assigned to protect you.
You've been targetted for termination.
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115 EXT. SIDE STREET/ALLEY - NIGHT 115 The walls of a narrow alley, inky black, frame a police cruiser parked on the street beyond. Firelight from the back of Stoker's lights the street garishly.
A young cop stands beside the car talking via radio with the mike cord pulled through the side window. He speaks with a distinctive twang--a displaced southerner.
COP:
...I don't know, it looks like it might spread to this furniture warehouse across the alley, the paint on the wall's starting to blister up... The sweeping headlights of a turning car momentarily illuminate the face of Terminator, motionless in the dark right in front of us.
Eyes open. Listening.
COP:
(continuing) Better get another truck round to this side.
Terminator's silhouette emerges from the blackness and strides purposefully toward the cop, CAMERA following.