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THE TERMINATOR AND T-2000

form into shape next to a T-70 replica by the wall.

EXT. UNDERGROUND PARKING LOT -- EVENING

Steve steps out of an elevator. He walks toward his Ford Taurus. He jiggles his car keys in his right hand, holds his briefcase in the left. He steps to the drivers side; opens the door.

Sarah and John crawl around the side of the car. Sarah gets to her feet. She whistles.

Steve spins around, seeing her pointing the Browning Auto at him.

SARAH
We need to talk.

INT./EXT. DIGITAL INT. INDUS. -- STEVE'S OFFICE -- EVENING

Steve sits at his desk. Sarah stands, looking toward the window at the lights of L.A. below the orangish-yellow evening sky. All appliances in the room have been unplugged, the lights turned off. The only lighting is from battery powered fluorescent lanterns. Sarah keeps a firm grip on the Browning. John sits on the couch near the door.

SARAH
Have I cleared things up?

STEVE
I suppose you think you have. Am I to believe that machines from the future, were sent to kill you?

JOHN
Yes.

Steve reaches up to the nearby wall -- adjusting a small picture frame. Sarah carefully eyes him. The frame holds his degree in artificial intelligence from MIT (Massachusetts Institute of Technology).

SARAH
Cyberdyne salvaged the first terminator after I crushed it in 1984.

Steve listens more closely, knowing what she is going to tell him, but doesn't let on. From her POV, he seems to be intensely interested in a spot on the wall.

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