The Terminator Page #2

and over his eyes. They do not blink.

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5 EXT. DOWNTOWN STREET/ALLEY - NIGHT 5

Another part of the city. Seedy apartments and storefronts.

The streets glisten, hissing with sporadic late night traffic.

SLOW PAN AND DOLLY into the mouth of a narrow alley lined

with trash containers and fire escapes. From a recessed

doorway, two filthy legs sprawl out onto the wet pavement.

An angry, inarticulate DRUNKARD'S MONOLOGUE rises occasionally

above the rain sounds.

ANGLE - DOORWAY, The derelict rouses from his bitter stupor

as a brilliant purple glare lights up the wet brickwork

around him. A shockwave hurls trash into the air.

Painted over windows shatter.

Rat scurry, blinded.

A FIGURE drops INTO FRAME as if out of the sky and smacks

the pavement with a muddy splash.

C.U. - DERELICT, as he blinks at the fading glare, amazed.

A NAKED MAN, compact and muscular, rises in a defensive

crouch. KYLE REESE is 22, but his face has been aged by

ordeal, the mouth hard, eyes grim. A crinkled burn scar

traverses one side of his face from chin to forehead. Other

scars, from burns and bullets, mar his hard-muscled body.

The rain washes a fine coating of white ash from his skin

as electrical ARCS lace back and forth between the fire

escapes behind him, HISSING and SPUTTERING. The sound

fades, then stops altogether, to be replaced by a rising

scream of animal agony.

Reese lurches to his feet and sprints across the alley.

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5A/FX OMITTED 5A/FX

6 OMITTED 6

7 EXT. FIRE ESCAPE - NIGHT 7

CAMERA MOVES WITH REESE as he leaps to the fire escape and

clambers up to the first landing to crouch beside another

NAKED MAN who appears to be entangled in the ironwork. The

man is contorted with pain as his screams die to a shivering

gasp. CLOSER ANGLE reveals that he has been skewered through

the abdomen by the horizontal iron slats and through the

shoulder by a railing. He has materialized in the same

space occupied by the fire escape structure. The figure

slumps, motionless.

Reese quickly checks for signs of life. The man is dead.

Reese descend to the alley floor and crosses to the drunk

huddled in the doorway.

A pair of flamboyantly dressed women, obviously working

girls, passes by the alley mouth. They do a double take

when they see Reese, but walk on without breaking stride,

completely jaded. He's certainly not a potential customer.

Reese crouches down as if to speak to the drunk.

DERELICT:

Say, buddy...did you see a

real bright light?

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8 EXT. ALLEY/SAME - NIGHT 8

A brilliant white glare stabs into the alley mouth as an

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