"I'll Be Back."
Back at the station, the cops, the doctor and Sarah are rewatching Reese's interview footage, with the doctor wondering why Reese didn't bring back futuristic weapons with him. Reese is unsure of the "science" behind it, but it has something to do with the magnetic field or blah blah blah. "Nothing dead will go," he says. But the Terminator is machinery, says the doctor. "Surrounded by living tissue!" yells Reese. So shove a phaser up your keister and hope for the best, Reese. After addressing a couple more implausibilities in the story, Reese angrily demands to see Sarah, and the doctor says it's not up to him, so Reese starts yelling directly into the camera. "You still don't get it, do you! He'll find her! That's what he does! That's all he does!" And he goes on like that. Sarah looks worried, and her hair is in need of a good feathering.
"So Reese is crazy?" she says. "In technical terminology? He's a loon," says the doctor. Nevertheless, there are two other dead Sarah Connors out there, so the lieutenant gives her some body armour, says it'll stop a twelve-gauge round. "What about when he punched through the windshield?" asks Sarah. A twelve-gauge is harder to stop than a fist, Sarah. Jesus. The cop attributes it to PCP, which at one point was considered a dangerous drug, but today is the main ingredient in several energy drinks.
Sarah's going to sack out on the couch in the police station, because it's going to be at least an hour until her mom gets in from Big Bear. "You'll be perfectly safe. I've got thirty cops in this building," says the lieutenant. Sarah thanks him, and closes her eyes.
The doctor signs out of the cop shop, and a beep from his pager draws his attention away from what appears to be a massive Austrian sunglasses-at-night-wearing man strolling into the station. Either that or Corey Hart has really been hitting the weight room.