The Terminator Page #7
beside the arsenal of perfectly legal anti-human artillery
already on the glass counter.
Terminator scans expressionlessly for additional selec-
tions.
CLERK:
Anything else?
TERMINATOR:
A phased plasma pulse-laser in
the forty watt range...
CLERK:
(annoyed)
Just what you see, pal.
He indicates the display case and wall racks with a
minimal gesture.
TERMINATOR:
The Uzi 9 millimeter.
CLERK:
(setting it out)
You know your weapons, buddy.
Terminator examines each in turn, working the actions with
curt, precise movements.
CLERK:
(continuing)
Any one of them's ideal for
home defense. Which'll it be?
TERMINATOR:
All.
The clerk digs deep and finds a scrap of a smile.
CLERK:
Maybe I'll close early.
Cash or charge?
Instead of replying, Terminator takes a box of shotgun shells
from a stack on the display case.
CLERK:
Sorry, I can't sell the ammo
with the guns. You'll have
to---Hey!
Terminator has calmly begun feeding the shells into the
shotgun.
CLERK:
(continuing)
You can't to that...
TERMINATOR:
(evenly)
Wrong.
He raises the barrel and pulls the trigger. The gun THUNDERS.
CUT TO:
30 EXT. GAS STATION/PHONE BOOTH - DAY 30
The yellow Maverick pulls to a stop beside a single phone
booth.
MOVING WITH TERMINATOR, as he gets out, walks to the booth
and rapidly pulls its occupant out by his greasy T-shirt,
flinging him backward into the parking lot. The guy is
bear-like, slab-handed, but Terminator doesn't even glance
back as he steps in to take the man's place.
MAN:
(outraged)
Hey, man...
CUT TO:
31 PHONE BOOTH
A woman's voice, a faint reedy monologue, issues from the
dangling receiver.
Terminator leafs rapidly through the directory.
ANGLE - C.U. PAGES FLIPPING
ANGLE - MACRO SHOT, as Terminator's finger comes to rest
beside a now-familiar listing:
CONNOR, SARAH
CUT TO:
32 INT. BIG BOB'S/DINING AREA
Sarah is bustling about, trying to service the start of
the dinner rush. In waitress parlance, she's 'in it'.
She runs the gauntlet between tables, precariously balancing
two full dinner plates on one arm and hand-carrying a
third. A customer tugs on her apron for attention and she
barely averts contributing the chili size to his wardrobe.
CUSTOMER:
Honey, can I get that coffee
now?
SARAH:
Yes sir, just a second.
She reaches her table after near collisions with a Mexican
busboy and two teenage girls doing cheerleading routines
in lock-step.
SARAH:
Who gets the Burly Burger?
CUSTOMER TWO:
CUSTOMER THREE:
Does mine come with fires?
CUSTOMER FOUR:
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