Terminator2,未来战士续

Terminator2,未来战士续

英文片名: terminator 2

中文片名: 未来战士续 魔鬼终结者续

上映: 1991

-- terminator 2 script --

ext. city street - day 1

downtown l.a. noon on a hot summer day. on an extreme long lens the

lunchtime crowd stacks up into a wall of humanity. in slow motion they

move in herds among the glittering rows of cars jammed bumper to bumper.

heat ripples distort the torrent of faces. the image is surreal,

dreamy... and like a dream it begins very slowly to

dissolve to:

2 ext. city ruins - night 2

same spot as the last shot, but now it is a landscape in hell. the cars

are stopped in rusted rows, still bumper to bumper. the skyline of

buildings beyond has been shattered by some unimaginable force like a

row of kicked-down sandcastles. wind blows through the desolation,

keening with the sound of ten million dead souls. it scurries the ashes

into drifts, stark white in the moonlight against the charred rubble. a

title card fades in:

3 angle on a heap of fire-blackened human bones. beyond the mound is

a 3 vast tundra of skulls and shattered concrete. the rush hour

crowds burned down in their tracks.

4 we dissolve to a playground... where intense heat has half-melted

the 4 jungle gym, the blast has warped the swing set, the

merry-go-round has sagged in the firestorm. small skulls look

accusingly from the ash-drifts. we hear the distant echo of

children’s voices... playing and laughing in the sun. a silly,

sing-songy rhyme as we track slowly over seared asphalt where the

faint hieroglyphs of hopscotch lines are still visible.

camera comes to rest on a burnt and rusted tricycle... next to the

tiny skull of its owner. hold on this image as a female voice

speaks: *

voice * 3 billion human lives ended on august 29th, * 1997. the

survivors of the nuclear fire called * the war judgment day. they

lived only to * face a new nightmare, the war against the *

machines... *

a metal foot crushes the skull like china.

tilt up, revealing a humanoid machine holding a massive battle rifle.

it looks like a chrome skeleton... a high-tech death figure. it is the

endoskeleton of a series 800 terminator. it’s glowing red eyes

compassionlessly sweep the dead terrain, hunting.

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4 the sound of roaring turbines. searchlights blaze down as a 4

formation of flying hk (hunter-killer) patrol machines passes

overhead. pan with them toward the jagged horizon, beyond which

we see flashes, and hear the distant thunder of a pitched battle in

progress.

5 ext. battlefield - night 5

the battle. human troops in desperate combat with the machines for

possession of the dead earth. the humans are a ragtag guerrilla army.

skynet’s weapons consist of the ground hks (tank-like robot

gun-platforms), flying aerial hks, four-legged gun-pods called

centurions, and the humanoid terminators in various forms.

sequence of rapid cuts: 5a explosions! beam-weapons firing like

searing strobe-lights. 5a* 5b a gunner in an armored personnel

carrier fires a law rocket at a pursuing 5b aerial hk, bringing it

down in a fiery explosion. 5c another apc is crushed under the treads

of a massive ground hk. 5c

5d a team of guerrillas in an intense fire-fight with terminator 5d

5e endoskeletons in the ruins of a building. three terminator

endoskeletons 5e* 5f advance, firing rapidly. another (complete

cyborg), with flesh ripped open 5f and back broken, gropes for a

rifle on the ground.

5g a centurion overruns a human firing position. soldiers are cut down

as they 5g run. fiery explosions light the ranks of advancing

machines.

6 in a blasted gun emplacement at the edge of battle, a man watches

6 the combat with night vision binoculars. he wears the uniform of

a guerrilla general, and a black beret. he is still amid running,

shouting techs and officers.

c.u. man, pushing slowly in as the battle rages o.s. he lowers the

binoculars. he is forty-five years old. features severe. the left

side of his face is heavily scarred. a patch covers that eye. an

impressive man, forged in the furnace of a lifetime of war. the name

stitched on the band of his beret is conner. we push in until his eyes

fill frame, then...

dissolve to

fire. slow roiling, enormous. filling frame. *

voice (sara conner) * skynet, the computer which controlled the *

machines, sent two terminators back through * time. their

mission: to destroy the leader of the * human resistance... john

conner. my son. *

the first terminator was programmed to strike * at me, in the year

1984... before john was born. * it failed. *

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6 voice (sara conner) 6* the second was set to strike at john himself,

* when he was still a child. as before, the * resistance was able

to send a lone warrior. a * protector for john. it was just a

question of * which one of them would reach him first... *

dissolve to: 7 ext. truckstop - night 7

wild fingers of blue-white electric arcs dance in a steel canyon formed

by two tractor trailers, parked side by side in the back lot of an all

night truck stop. then...

the strange lightning forms a circular opening in mid-air, and in the

sudden flare of light we see a figure in a sphere of energy. then the

frame whites out with an explosive thunderclap!

through the clearing vapor we see the figure clearly... a naked man.

terminator has come through. physique: massive, perfect. face:

devoid of * emotion. terminator stands and impassively surveys its

surroundings.

8 int. truck stop diner - night 8

on a back route north of l.a. a handful of local truckers hunch over

chili-sizes, cat hats pushed back on the heads. three bikers are

playing a game of pool in the back, their miller empties line the

table’s rail. the dive’s owner, lloyd, a fat, aging biker-type in a

soiled apron, stands behind the bar. nothing much going on...

then the front door opens and a big naked guy strolls in-- that doesn’t

happen here every night. all eyes simultaneously swivel toward

terminator. it’s emotionless gaze passes over the customers as it walks

calmly through the room. everyone freezes, not sure how to react.

8a terminator pov. a digitized electronic scan of the room, overlaid

with 8a alphanumeric readouts which change faster than the human

eye can follow. in pov we move past the staring truckers, past the

owner, and the awestruck waitress, and approach a large

nasty-looking biker puffing on a cigar. his body is outlined, or

’selected’, and thousands of estimated measurements appear. his

clothing has been analyzed and deemed suitable...

8b terminator 8b i need your clothes, your boots, and your motorcycle.

the big biker’s eyes narrow. he takes a long draw on his cigar,

getting the tip * cherry-red hot. cigar biker you forgot to say

please.

he grinds the cigar out on terminator’s chest. which produces not the

slightest reaction of pain. terminator calmly, and without expression,

grabs cigar by his meaty upper arm... cigar screams from the hydraulic

grip.

8b terminator doesn’t see cigar’s friend, behind him, holding his pool

cue by the 8b narrow end like a louisville slugger. the heavy end

whistles in a powerful swing and cracks in two across the back of

terminator’s head.

terminator seems not to notice. doesn’t even blink. without releasing

his grip on cigar, he snaps his arm straight back and grabs pool cue by

the front of his jacket. suddenly the heavyset biker finds himself

flying through the nearest window. craassh!

terminator hurls cigar, all 230 pounds of him, clear over the bar,

through the serving window into the kitchen, where he lands on the big

flat grill. we hear a sound like sizzling bacon as cigar screams,

flopping and jerking. he rolls off in a smoking heap.

the third biker whips out a knife with an eight inch blade and slashes

at terminator’s face.

terminator grabs the arcing blade with his bare hand. holding it by the

razor-sharp blade he jerks it from the guy’s hand. ultra-fast here: he

flips it. grabs the handle like you’re supposed to hold a knife. grabs

the biker and slams him face-down over the bar. then brings the knife

whistling down, pinning the biker’s shoulder to the bar top with his own

steel.

9 int. kitchen 9

the door bangs open and terminator strides in. the mexican cook does a

fast fade as terminator walks toward cigar, who is cursing in pain on

the floor.

with his deep-fried fingers he struggles to get out the .45 auto tucked

under his leather jacket. but he can’t even hold onto it. terminator

takes it from him. instead of pointing it at him, terminator carefully

examines the weapon, analyzing its caliber and operating condition.

terminator never threatens... that’s a human thing. he just takes.

cigar senses what he must do when the emotionless eyes come back to him.

he slides the keys to his bike across the floor to terminator’s foot.

then painfully starts getting out of his jacket.

10 int. truck stop 10

terminator strides from the kitchen, fully clothed now in a black

leather jacket, leather riding pants, and heavy cleated boots. he moves

toward the moaning biker pinned to the pool table. without slowing his

stride he jerks the knife out. the guy slumps to the floor, groaning,

behind him.

terminator continues toward the front of the diner, passing lloyd, the

owner. at the door, he comes abreast of two truckers who sit frozen

like a snapshot in mid bite. one of the truckers finally nods.

10 trucker 10 evening...

terminator impassively stares back. then moves on out the door.

11 ext. truck stop 11

terminator walks out, surveying the parked harleys. sticks the .45 in

his belt and swings one leg over a massive custom electro-glide. he

slips the dagger in his boot and the key in the ignition. kicks over

the engine. it catches with a roar and he slams the heavy iron into

gear with a klunk.

lloyd appears at the diner’s door with a sawed-off 10 gauge winchester

lever-action shotgun. he fires into the air and jacks another round in

fast, aiming at terminator’s back.

lloyd i can’t let you take the man’s bike, son. now get off or i’ll put

you down!

terminator turns and considers him coldly. he eases the shifter up into

neutral. rocks the bike onto its kickstand. swings his leg over and

walks calmly toward the guy.

terminator strides right up to lloyd, staring straight into the

shotgun’s muzzle. lloyd starts sweating, trying