All language subtitles for The.Terminator.1984.REMASTERED.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

(engine whirring)

(electrical fizzling)

What the hell...?
Goddamn son-of-a-bitch...

(electrical fizzling)

What the hell...?

Hey, my turn.

Hey, what's wrong
with this picture?

(laughing)

Nice night for a walk, eh?

Nice night for a walk.

Wash day tomorrow.
Nothing clean, right?

Nothing clean. Right.

I think this guy's
a couple of cans short of a six-pack.

Your clothes, give them to me. Now.

Fuck you, asshole.

(grunting)

(groaning)

(siren wailing)

(helicopter passing overhead)

(man groaning indistinctly)

(electrical fizzling)

(moaning)

(helicopter passing overhead)

Hey, buddy, did you just see
a real bright light?

(indistinct police radio chatter)

(man) See that guy?

Hold it right there.

- He's rabbiting.
- Hey! I said hold it!

- Go!
- (siren wailing)

That son-of-a-bitch took my pants.

(police siren wailing)

(tires screech)

- What day is it? The date.
- 12th May.

- Thursday.
- What year?

(siren wailing)

He's got my gun. Let's go.

(panting)

(sirens wailing in distance)

(indistinct police radio chatter)

(police sirens wailing)

(siren wailing)

Guard it for me, Big Buns.

Hi. I'm late.

So am I.

- I'm in it.
- So am I.

- Honey, can I have that coffee now?
- Yes, sir.

- OK. Who gets the burly-beef?
- I ordered barbecued.

I think that's mine,
but I didn't order fries.

- (woman) Mine's the chili beef deluxe.
- OK, who gets the burly-beef?

- Miss, we're ready to order now.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Ah!
- Oh!

I'm so sorry.

This isn't real leather, is it?

(man) Nice going, kid.
I ought to give you the tip.

Look at it this way.
In 100 years, who's gonna care?

(man) The 12-gauge auto-loader.

That's Italian. You can go pump or auto.

The.45 long slide with laser sighting.

These are new. We just got them in.
That's a good gun.

Just touch the trigger,
the beam comes on,

and you put the red dot where
you want the bullet to go.

You can't miss.

- Anything else?
- Plasma rifle in the 40-watt range.

Hey, just what you see, pal.

The Uzi nine millimeter.

You know your weapons, buddy.

Any one of these
is ideal for home defense.

So which will it be?

- All.
- I may close early today.

It's a 15-day wait on the handguns,
but the rifles you can take now.

- You can't do that.
- Wrong.

(tires screech)

(man) Hi, baby. Yeah, yeah, it's me.

Listen, I need you to come pick me up.
My bike just broke down.

I don't care what you're doing.
Come and get me. What the...?

(woman speaks indistinctly on phone)

(man) Hey, man, you got
a serious attitude problem.

(woman continues speaking on phone)

(dog barking)

- Sarah Connor?
- Yes?

I'm on my break, Chuck.
Carla's got my station.

Sarah, come here.
It's about you. I mean, sort of.

So incredible. You're not gonna
believe this. Sit, you're going to love this.

Sh!

- What?
- ...compiled from several witnesses.

Once again, Sarah Connor,
35, mother of two,

brutally shot to death
in her home this afternoon.

You're dead, honey.

(fizzling)

(engine starts)

(rumbling)

(groaning)

- (gasping)
- (man on radio)...if you're into sound,

for the greatest sound around,
come to Bob's Stereo at 2500 Sepulveda.

We've got woofers, tweeters,
the newest in audio and compact discs.

We've got graphic equalizers
and sound balancers that...

(rock music plays on headphones)

Sorry.

(phone rings)

Hello?

(man on phone) First I'm gonna rip
the buttons off your blouse one by one,

then run my tongue down your neck
to your bare, gleaming breasts.

And then slowly... slowly pull
your jeans off inch by inch.

(laughs) Ginger, it's Matt.

And lick your belly in circles
further and further down,

and then pull your panties off
with my teeth.

Who is this?

God. Sarah?

(giggles)

Jesus. I'm sorry.

I thought you were...
Can I talk to Ginger, please?

Sure.

Oh! (humming)

It's the creep.

Hello?

First I'll rip the buttons off
your blouse one by one...

(yelling)

You fucking pigs! Wait till I get
my hands on you. Get off me!

Ed.

- What have you got?
- Dead girl.

- I can see that.
- Sarah Ann Connor, secretary, 35.

Shot six times at less than ten feet.
Large caliber weapon.

You know, these work.

- What's this?
- Dead girl two.

Sent over from the Valley division
this afternoon.

Are you sure there's
a point to all of this?

Look at the name, Ed.

Sarah Louise Connor. Is this right?

You're kidding me.

The press is gonna be short-stroking it.

- A one-day pattern killer. Hm.
- I hate the weird ones.

- So...
- (both laugh)

Better than mortal man deserves.

- Ginger, have you seen Pugsley?
- Not lately. Did you check messages?

I thought you did.

(answering machine rewinding)

- Hi, Sarah, this is your mom...
- There you are, young man.

You mind your mother.

(man) Hi, Sarah. Stan Morsky.
Something's come up.

Looks like I won't be able to make it
tonight. Just can't get out of it.

I'm really sorry. I'll make it up
to you. Call you in a day or so. Bye.

That bum. So what if he has a Porsche?

He can't treat you like this.
It's Friday night, for Christ's sake.

I'll live.

I'll break his kneecaps.

Well, Pugsley still loves me.
Don't you, baby?

God. It's disgusting.

I'm gonna go to a movie, kiddo.
Have a good time.

- We will. You, too.
- OK.

(gasps)

Damn it, Matt.

(engine revving)

(car engine starts)

- Oh, shit.
- (man) Lieutenant!

These killings occurred in the order
of their listings in the phone book.

- What can I tell you? No comment.
- But, Lieutenant...

(reporters clamoring)

- That coffee's two hours cold.
- Mm-hm.

I put a cigarette out in it.

- Did you reach the next girl yet?
- No. I got her answering machine.

- Send a unit.
- I sent a unit. There's no answer.

- The apartment manager's not in.
- Call her.

- I just called her.
- Call her again.

Give me a cigarette.

(phone ringing)

(Ginger on machine) Hi, there.

(laughs) Fooled you.
You're talking to a machine.

But don't be shy. It's OK.
Machines need love, too, so talk to it...

- (turns up volume of music)
- (pop music plays)

Same shit.

I can hear it now. He's gonna be
called the goddamn Phone Book Killer.

I hate these press cases.
Especially the weird press cases.

- Where are you going?
- To make a statement.

Maybe make these jackals work for us
for a change.

If I can get on the tube by 11:00,
maybe she'll call us.

Well, how do I look?

- Like shit, boss.
- Your mama.

This just in. Police have announced
the name of the victim

in the second of two execution style
murders which took place today.

Incredibly, the names
of the two victims are virtually identical.

Two hours ago, 35-year-old Sarah Ann
Connor was pronounced dead...

- Can we change this?
- Sarah Louise Connor...

Don't touch it!

Police are refusing to speculate on
the similarity between the shooting deaths

and no other connection between
the two victims has been established yet.

We'll have more on
this late-breaking story as it comes in.

(reporter continues talking)

(muffled rock music plays)

(loud music plays)

- Hey, you got a phone?
- It's in the back.

Hey, $4.50.

(rock music continues)

(woman) You have reached

the Los Angeles Police Department
emergency number.

All lines are busy.

If you need a police car sent out to you,
stay on the line.

(indistinct police radio chatter)

(pop music plays over headphones)

(screams, gasps)

Pugsley! Shoo!

Go on. I'm gonna make a belt out of you.

Whoa!

Don't make me bust you up, man.

(music playing over headphones)

(singing)

(grunting)

(screams)

(shrieks)

(gasping)

(phone rings)

(Ginger on machine) Hi, there.
Fooled you. You're talking to a machine.

But don't be shy. It's OK.
Machines need love, too.

So talk to it and Ginger, that's me,
or Sarah will get back to you.

- Wait for the beep.
- (beeping)

(Sarah) Ginger, this is Sarah.
Pick up if you're there.

I'm at this place on Pico Boulevard
called Tech Noir. I'm really scared.

I think that there's somebody after me.
I hope that you play this back soon.

I need you and Matt to come
and pick me up as soon as possible.

The police keep transferring me around.
I'm gonna give 'em another try.

The number here is 555-91 75.

Call me, kiddo. I need your help.

(man) It's her.

Sarah Connor? It's Lieutenant Traxler.

Lieutenant, don't put me on hold and
don't transfer me to another department.

Don't worry, I won't. Just relax.
Can you tell me where you are?

- I'm in this bar called Tech Noir.
- Yeah, I know it. It's on Pico.

- Are you all 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 till we get there.

But stay visible. Don't go outside
or even to the restroom.

- I'll have a car there in a minute.
- OK.

(loud music continues)

(woman) Hey, that guy didn't pay.

(groaning)

(rock music fades out)

(crowd screaming)

(gasping)

(crowd screaming)

Come with me if you wanna live.

Come on!

(grunting)

(mechanical whirring)

(gasps)

(screams)

(tires screeching)

This is one-L-19.
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 gonna need an ambulance
at Seventh and Broadway right now.

Hold it!

Ah!

(indistinct radio chatter)

Hold on.

Are you injured? Are you shot?

(shrieking)

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.

(tires screeching)

(horn honks)

I'm here to help you.

I'm Reese. Sergeant Tech-Com.
DN38416. Assigned to protect you.

You've been targeted for termination.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(voice of officer) 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.

(tires screeching)

A machine? Like a robot?

Not a robot. A cyborg.
Cybernetic organism.

- No. He was bleeding.
- Just a second.

- (siren wailing)
- (tires screeching)

Get your head down!

All right, listen.

The Terminator's an infiltration unit.
Part man, part machine.

Underneath, it's a hyper-alloy
combat chassis. Microprocessor controlled.

Fully armored, very tough.
But 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 40 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?

(sighs) I don't know.

With these weapons, I don't know.

(woman over police radio) All units.

Ford suspect vehicle has been found
in a parking structure...

(indistinct radio chatter)

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.

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.

It decided our fate in a microsecond.

Extermination.

Did you see this war?

(tires screeching)

(grunts)

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 forever.

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.

(engine turning over)

(tires screeching)

(gunshot)

(gunfire)

Drive!

Reese!

Reese!

(sirens wailing)

No, Reese. No, no, no. They'll kill you.

(officer) 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?

(sobbing) I mean,
maybe I should look at the bodies.

No. They've been identified
and there's no doubt.

(sobbing) Ginger.

- Kiddo.
- Sarah...

- Sarah, this is Dr. Silberman.
- Hi, Sarah.

I want you to tell him everything
Reese told you. Do you feel up to that?

Yeah, I guess so.

- You're a doctor?
- (yawning) Criminal psychologist.

- Is Reese crazy?
- That's what we're gonna find out.

(gears whirring)

(Silberman) So you're a soldier.
Fighting for whom?

With the 132nd under Perry.
From '21 to '27.

That's the year 2027?

(Reese) That's right.
Then I was assigned...

- This is fucking great.
- ...under John Connor.

- Who was the enemy?
- A computer defense system built...

- (pager beeping)
- God damn. 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?

(chuckles)

Silberman cracks me up.
Last week, a guy burned his Afghan.

- He screwed it first...
- Ed, shut up.

Why didn't the computer
just kill Connor then?

Why this elaborate scheme
with the Terminator?

It had no choice.
Their defense grid was smashed.

We'd won. Taking out Connor then
would make no difference.

Skynet had to wipe out
his entire existence.

Is that when you captured
the lab complex and found...

What is it called?

The time displacement equipment?

That's right. The Terminator
had already gone through.

Connor sent me to intercept,
and they blew the whole place.

Well, how are you supposed to get back?

I can't.

Nobody goes home.
Nobody else comes through.

It's just him and me.

(gears whirring)

It's just him and me.

(Silberman) Why didn't you
bring any weapons?

Something more advanced.

Don't you have ray guns?

- (chuckles) Ray guns.
- Show me a piece of future technology.

(Reese) You go naked.

Something about the field generated
by a living organism.

- Nothing dead will go.
- Why?

I didn't build the fucking thing.

(Silberman) OK, OK. But this cyborg,
if it's metal...?

- Surrounded by living tissue.
- Oh, right.

This is great stuff.
I could make a career out of this guy.

See how clever it is?
It doesn't require a shred of proof.

Most paranoid delusions are intricate,
but this is brilliant.

(Silberman) Why were
the other two women killed?

(Reese) Most records
were lost in the war.

Skynet knew almost nothing
about Connor's mother.

Her full name, where she lived.
They just knew the city.

The Terminator was
just being systematic.

- (Silberman) Let's go back...
- Look, you have heard enough.

I have answered your questions.
Now I have to see Sarah Connor.

- I'm afraid that's not up to me.
- Then why am I talking to you?

- Who is in authority here?
- Please...

Shut up!

You still don't get it, do you?

He'll find her. That's what he does.
That's all he does.

You can't stop him.

He'll reach down her throat
and pull her fucking heart out!

- Doc.
- Let go of me!

Sorry.

(sighs) So Reese is crazy?

In technical terminology, he's a loon.

Sarah, this is what they call
body armor. Our TAC guys wear these.

It'll stop a 12-gauge round.

This other individual must've
been wearing one under his coat.

Feel that. Go ahead.

- He punched through the windshield.
- He was probably on PCP.

Broke every bone in his hand.
He wouldn't feel it for hours.

There was this guy once...
You see this scar?

- Here.
- Thank you.

There's a couch in this other room.
Stretch out and get some sleep.

Be at least an hour before your mother
gets here from Big Bear.

- I can't sleep.
- Try.

It may not look it,
but that couch is very comfortable.

You'll be perfectly safe.
We got 30 cops in this building.

Thank you.

- Good night.
- Good night.

(buzzer sounds)

(pager beeping)

I'm a friend of Sarah Connor.
I was told she's here. Could I see her?

No. Can't see her.
She's making a statement.

Where is she?

It may take a while. If you wanna wait,
there's a bench over there.

I'll be back.

- Ah!
- (indistinct shouting)

Let's go, let's go!

(gunfire)

Stay here.

(gunfire)

Let's get outta here!

(indistinct shouting)

(gunfire)

Watch him.

(grunting)

(gunfire continues)

(indistinct shouting)

Ed...

Hey!

Sarah!

Reese.

(Reese) This way.

(tires screeching)

(man on radio) KFLB news time 4:36.

Top story of the hour: the largest
single law enforcement mobilization

in California history
is currently underway.

Police in five counties are engaged
in a massive manhunt for...

Take this.

All right,
let's get this off the road.

- You cold?
- Freezing.

(shuddering)

Reese?

- You got a first name?
- Kyle.

Kyle, what's it like
when you go through time?

White light.

Pain.

- It's like being born maybe.
- Oh, my God.

I caught one back there.

- You mean you got shot?
- It's not bad.

- We gotta get you to a doctor.
- It's OK. Forget it.

What do you mean, forget it?
Are you crazy? Take this off.

Jesus.

See? It passed right through the meat.

(groans) This is gonna make me puke.

- Would you just talk about something?
- What?

I don't know. Anything.
Just talk. Tell me about my son.

He's about my height.

He has your eyes.

What's he like?

You trust him.
He's got a strength.

I'd die for John Connor.

Well, at least now I know
what to name him.

Don't suppose you know who the father is
so I won't tell him to get lost?

John never said much about him.

- I know he dies before the war...
- Wait.

I don't wanna know.

So was it John that sent you here?

I volunteered.

- Why?
- It was a chance to meet the legend.

Sarah Connor,
who taught her son to fight, organize,

prepare from when he was a kid.

When you were in hiding before the war.

(laughs) You're talking about things
I haven't done yet in the past tense.

- It's driving me crazy.
- (groans)

Are you sure you have the right person?

I'm sure.

Come on. Do I look like
the mother of the future?

I mean, am I tough? Organized?
I can't even balance my checkbook.

Look, Reese, I didn't ask
for this honor and I don't want it.

Any of it.

Your son gave me a message
to give to you. Made me memorize it.

"Thank you, Sarah,
for your courage through the dark years.

I can't help you
with what you must soon face,

except to say the future is not set.

You must be stronger
than you imagine you can be.

You must survive or I will never exist."

That's all.

It's a good field dressing.

You like it?

It's my first.

(Reese) Get some sleep.
It'll be light soon.

OK.

Talk to me some more.

About what?

Tell me about
where you're from.

All right.

You stay down by day,
but at night you can move around.

You still have to be careful
because the H-Ks use infrared.

But they're not too bright.
John taught us ways to dust them.

That's when the infiltrators
started to appear.

The Terminators were the newest.

The worst.

(man over radio) Traversing
your sector in search mode.

750 meters north of your position.

Let's go.

- (Reese) Reese. DN384...
- Right. Let him in.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(imitating gunfire)

(woman coughing)

(woman sobbing)

(dog barking)

(man) Terminator!

(screaming)

(woman shrieks)

Ah!

- (dog whimpering)
- (screaming)

(dog barking in distance)

I was dreaming about dogs.

We use 'em to spot Terminators.

Your world is pretty terrifying.

Hey, buddy,
you got a dead cat in there or what?

(knocking)

(mechanical whirring)

Fuck you, asshole.

(mechanical whirring)

God damn.

(Sarah) Thank you.

(horn blares)

Is this enough?

Yeah, it's enough.
I don't wanna ask where you got it.

- (man) I'm coming.
- We need a room.

- (man) All right.
- With a kitchen.

Do you have one with a kitchen?

I am dying for a shower.

We should check your bandage, too.

Later. I'm going out for supplies.

Keep this.

No, I can't tell you where I am, Mom.
I was told not to say.

(mother) But I need
to know where to reach you.

You tell me to hide out at the cabin
and you won't tell me what's going on?

I am worried sick here.

OK. OK, here's the number.

- (Sarah) You ready?
- Yes. Go ahead.

It's 408-555-1439. Room nine.

- Got it?
- I've got it.

I gotta go. I'm sorry
I can't tell you more right now.

I love you, Mom.

(mother's voice)
I love you, too, sweetheart.

(man) Tiki Motel.

(normal voice)
Give me your address there.

(Sarah) What have we got?

Mothballs... corn syrup... ammonia.

What's for dinner?

- Plastique.
- Mm. That sounds good.

What is it?

It's a nitroglycerin base.
It's a bit more stable.

I learned to make it when I was a kid.

Make sure there's none on the threads.

Like this.

Screw the end cap on.

Very gently.

You must've had a fun childhood.

That's good.

All right. Six more like that
and I'll get started on the fuses.

(Sarah) He'll find us, won't he?

(Reese) Probably.

It'll never be over, will it?

Look at me. I'm shaking.

Some legend.
You must be pretty disappointed.

No, I'm not.

Kyle, the women in your time,

what are they like?

Good fighters.

That's not what I meant.

Was there someone special?

Someone?

A girl, you know.

No.

Never.

Never?

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

So much pain.

Pain can be controlled.
You just disconnect it.

So you feel nothing?

John Connor gave me
a picture of you once.

I didn't know why at the time.

It was very old... torn, faded.

You were young like you are now.
You seemed just a little sad.

I used to always wonder
what you were thinking at that moment.

I memorized every line...

...every curve.

I came across time for you, Sarah.

I love you. I always have.

I shouldn't have said that.

Think fast.

(both chuckle)

(dog barking)

(gun clicks)

Trade places.

(Reese) Faster! Drive faster!

(horn blares)

- (gunfire)
- (gasping)

(screams)

Kyle! Oh, my God.

(Sarah screams)

(screams)

(Reese groaning)

Kyle.

(truck horn blaring)

- Whoa!
- Son-of-a-bitch!

(tires squealing)

You stay here.

Let's get outta here.

Get out.

Kyle. Come on. Get up.

Kyle, come on.

Help me! Get out. Get out.

(tires squealing)

Don't stop. Run!

(Reese) Sarah!

Kyle.

Kyle. Kyle...

We did it, Kyle. We got him.

(Sarah) No!

No!

(panting)

Wait.

What are you doing?

Cover, so he can't track us.

(machinery whirring)

Come on! Come on.

- No, Kyle! Come on!
- (grunting)

- Come on!
- Leave me here.

Move it, Reese! On your feet, soldier!

On your feet!

Move it!

(loud mechanical whirring)

(Sarah) Get back. Go back.

- Run, Sarah.
- No.

Run!

Run!

(Reese) Come on, motherfucker.

(grunts)

(shrieks)

(yelping)

No.

(screams)

You're terminated, fucker.

(mechanical whirring)

(fizzling)

(shuddering)

(sirens approaching)

Kyle.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(Sarah) Tape seven.
November 10. Where was I?

What's most difficult is trying to decide
what to tell you and what not to.

But I guess I have a while before you're
old enough to understand these tapes.

They're more for me at this point
just so that I can get it straight.

(both speaking Spanish)

Fill her up. (speaks Spanish)

(Sarah) Should I tell you
about your father?

Boy, that's a tough one.

Will it affect your decision to send him
here, knowing that he is your father?

If you don't send Kyle,
you can never be.

God, a person could go crazy
thinking about this.

I suppose I will tell you.

I owe him that.

Maybe it'll help if...

...you know that in the few hours
that we had together...

...we loved a lifetime's worth.

(speaking Spanish)

- What did he just say?
- He says you're very beautiful.

He is ashamed to ask you
for five American dollars for this picture.

But if he doesn't,
his father will beat him.

Pretty good hustle, kid.

(speaking Spanish)

(boy speaking Spanish)

(speaking Spanish)

What did he just say?

He said there's a storm coming in.

I know.

(wind howling)

(thunder crashes)

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