[Drum crash, eerie music begins]
[Drum crash with cymbals]
[Intermittent explosions roar]
[Shuttle hums]
[Lightning crackles, thunderous explosion]
[Synthesizers play ambient musical score]
[Shuttle hums]
[Explosion]
[Rhythmic electronic beeping]
COMPUTER: Next subject, Kowalski, Leon.
Engineer, waste disposal.
Five section, new employee, six days.
HOLDEN: Come in.
[Receptionist in background paging on intercom, electronic buzzing]
HOLDEN: Sit down.
LEON: Care if I talk?
LEON: I'm kind of nervous when I take tests.
HOLDEN: Just please don't move.
LEON: Oh, I'm sorry.
[Electronic hissing and beeping]
I already had an IQ test this year. I don't think I've ever had one of these.
HOLDEN: Reaction time is a factor, so please, pay attention.
Now answer as quickly as you can.
LEON: Sure.
HOLDEN: 1187 Hunterwasser.
LEON: That's the hotel.
HOLDEN: What?
LEON: Where I live.
Nice place?
Yeah, sure, I guess. Is that part of the test?
HOLDEN: No. Just warming up. That's all.
LEON: It's not fancy or anything.
HOLDEN: You're in a desert walking along in the sand when all of a sud--
Is this the test, now?
HOLDEN: Yes. You're in a desert, walking in the sand...
...when you look down--
-What one? -What?
What desert?
HOLDEN: Doesn't make a difference what desert. It's hypothetical.
LEON: But how come I'd be there?
HOLDEN: Maybe you're fed up, maybe you want to be by yourself. Who knows?
You look down and you see a tortoise.
HOLDEN: It's crawling towards you-- LEON: A tortoise? What's that?
HOLDEN: You know what a turtle is? LEON: Of course.
Same thing.
LEON: I've never seen a turtle.
[Distorted beeping]
But I understand what you mean.
You reach down and you flip the tortoise over on its back, Leon.
Do you make up these questions, Mr. Holden?
LEON: Or do they write them down for you?
The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the sun...
...beating its legs, trying to turn itself over, but it can't.
HOLDEN: [Voice echoes] Not without your help. But you're not helping.
What do you mean I'm not helping?
HOLDEN: [Voice echoes] I mean, you're not helping.
Why is that, Leon?
[Simulated sound of heartbeat]
They're just questions, Leon.
In answer to your query, they're written down for me.
It's a test designed to provoke an emotional response.
[Heartbeat stops]
Shall we continue?
Describe, in single words, only the good things that come into your mind...
...about your mother.
LEON: My mother? HOLDEN: Yeah.
LEON: Let me tell you about my mother.
[Gun blasts]
[Vessel hums, foghorn blows]
LOUDSPEAKER: A new life awaits you in the Off-world colonies.
The chance to begin again...
...in a golden land of opportunity and adventure.
[Electrical crackling, crowd chattering]
[Asian melody plays from store]
LOUDSPEAKER: A new life awaits you in the Off-world colonies.
The chance to begin again in a golden land...
...of opportunity and adventure.
Let's go to the colonies.
This announcement has been brought to you by the Shimago-Dominguez Corp.
Helping America into the new world.
[Vendor hustles Deckard over]
[Voice continues over loudspeaker, background]
DECKARD: Give me four.
[Vendor yelling in Asian language]
DECKARD: No. Four. Two, two, four.
And noodles!
[Olmos speaks in Asian language]
He say you're under arrest, Mr. Deckard.
Got the wrong guy, pal.
[Continues in Asian language]
He say you "Blade Runner."
Tell him I'm eating!
Captain Bryant....
Bryant, huh?
[Engine rumbles]
[Ambient synthesizer music]
[Shuttle hums and hisses]
SHUTTLE: Now on glide path. Mark course, over the landing threshold.
-Hiya, Deck. -Bryant.
You wouldn't have come if I just asked you to. Sit down, pal.
BRYANT: Come on, don't be an asshole, Deckard.
I've got four skin-jobs walking the streets.
[Distorted voices speak on CB radio, background]
They jumped the shuttle Off-world. Killed the crew and passengers.
We found the shuttle drifting off the coast two weeks ago...
BRYANT: ...so we know they're around.
Embarrassing.
BRYANT: No. Not embarrassing...
...because no one will ever find out they're here.
You're gonna spot them and you're gonna air 'em out.
I don't work here anymore.
DECKARD: Give it to Holden.
He's good.
BRYANT: I did.
He can breathe okay, as long as nobody unplugs him.
He's not good enough. Not as good as you.
I need you, Deck.
This is a bad one. The worst yet.
I need the old Blade Runner. I need your magic.
I was quit when I come in here, Bryant.
I'm twice as quit now.
BRYANT: Stop right where you are! You know the score, pal.
You're not cop, you're little people.
No choice?
No choice, pal.
LEON: I already had an lQ test this year. I don't think...
...I've ever had one of these.
HOLDEN: Reaction time is a factor, so please, pay attention.
HOLDEN: Answer as quickly as you can. LEON: Yeah, sure.
HOLDEN: 1187 Hunterwasser.
LEON: That's the hotel. HOLDEN: What?
LEON: Where I live.
HOLDEN: Nice place?
LEON: Yeah, sure, I guess.
There was an escape from the Off-world colonies two weeks ago.
Six Replicants: three male, three female.
They slaughtered 23 people and jumped a shuttle.
An aerial patrol spotted the ship off the coast.
No crew, no sight of them.
Three nights ago they tried to break into the Tyrell Corporation.
One got fried running through an electrical field.
We lost the others.
On the possibility they might try to infiltrate as employees...
...I had Holden go over and run Voight-Kampff tests on the new workers.
Looks like he got himself one.
HOLDEN: You look down and see a tortoise; it's crawling towards you.
A tortoise? What's that?
HOLDEN: Know what a turtle is? LEON: Of course.
HOLDEN: Same thing.
LEON: I've never seen a turtle.
I don't get it. Why do they risk coming back to earth for?
What do they want out of the Tyrell Corporation?
BRYANT: You tell me, pal.
That's what you're here for.
DECKARD: What's this? BRYANT: Nexus 6.
Roy Batty.
Incept date, 2016.
Combat model. Optimum self-sufficiency.
Probably the leader.
BRYANT: This is Zhora.
She's trained for an Off-world kick murder squad.
Talk about Beauty and the Beast.
She's both.
BRYANT: The fourth skin-job is Pris. A basic pleasure model.
A standard item for military clubs in the outer colonies.
They were designed to copy humans in every way, except their emotions.
But the designers reckoned that after a few years...
...they might develop their own emotional responses.
Oh, hate, love, fear, anger, envy.
So they built in a fail-safe device.
Which is what?
Four-year life span.
Now there's a Nexus 6 over at the Tyrell Corporation.
I want you to put the machine on it.
And if the machine doesn't work?
[Shuttle roars]
[Shuttle hums]
[Ambient synthesizer music]
Do you like our owl?
It's artificial?
Of course, it is.
Must be expensive.
Very. I'm Rachael.
Deckard.
It seems you feel our work is not a benefit to the public.
Replicants are like any other machine. They're either a benefit or a hazard.
If they're a benefit, it's not my problem.
May I ask you a personal question?
Sure.
Have you ever retired a human by mistake?
No.
But in your position, that is a risk.
TYRELL: Is this to be an empathy test?
Capillary dilation of the so-called blush response?
Fluctuation of the pupil.
Involuntary dilation of the iris.
We call it Voight-Kampff for short.
Mr. Deckard, Dr. Eldon Tyrell.
TYRELL: Demonstrate it.
I want to see it work.
DECKARD: Where's the subject?
I want to see it work on a person.
I want to see a negative, before I provide you with a positive.
What's that gonna prove?
Indulge me.
On you?
TYRELL: Try her.
It's too bright in here.
[Mechanical buzz]
RACHAEL: Do you mind if I smoke?
It won't affect the test.
DECKARD: All right. I'm gonna ask you a series of questions.
Just relax and answer them as simply as you can.
[Electronic beeps]
It's your birthday. Someone gives you a calfskin wallet.
RACHAEL: I wouldn't accept it.
I'd report the person who gave it to me to the police.
You've got a little boy. He shows you his butterfly collection...
...plus the killing jar.
I'd take him to the doctor.
DECKARD: You're watching television.
Suddenly you realize there's a wasp crawling on your arm.
I'd kill it.
[Distorted hissing]
You're reading a magazine. You see a full-page...
...nude photo of a girl.
Is this testing whether I'm a Replicant or a lesbian, Mr. Deckard?
Just answer the questions, please.
You show it to your husband. He likes it so much he hangs it in your bedroom.
RACHAEL: I wouldn't let him.
[Voices echo]
DECKARD: Why not?
RACHAEL: I should be enough for him.
DECKARD: One more question.
You're watching a stage play, a banquet is in progress.
The guests are enjoying an appetizer of raw oysters.
The entree consists of boiled dog.
[White noise and crackling sounds]
Would you step out for a few moments, Rachael?
TYRELL: Thank you.
DECKARD: She's a Replicant, isn't she?
I'm impressed.
How many questions does it usually take to spot one?
DECKARD: I don't get it, Tyrell.
How many questions?
DECKARD: Twenty, thirty, cross-referenced.
It took more than a hundred for Rachael, didn't it?
She doesn't know?
TYRELL: She's beginning to suspect, I think.
Suspect! How can it not know what it is?
Commerce is our goal here at Tyrell.
"More human than human" is our motto.
Rachael is an experiment. Nothing more.
We began to recognize in them a strange obsession.
They're emotionally inexperienced with only a few years...
...in which to store up the experiences which you and I take for granted.
If we gift them with a past, we create a cushion...
...or a pillow for their emotions and consequently we can control them better.
Memories. You're talking about memories!
HOLDEN: Reaction time is a factor. Please, pay attention.
HOLDEN: Answer as quickly as you can. LEON: Sure.
HOLDEN: 1187 Hunterwasser.
LEON: That's the hotel. HOLDEN: What?
LEON: Where I live. HOLDEN: Nice place?
LEON: Yeah, I guess. Is that part of the test?
HOLDEN: No.
[Shuttle roars]
[Heavy rain pelting, bursts of thunder]
[Neon light buzzes, more thunder]
[Dripping faucet echoes]
[Faint chime of bells]
[Female voices chant softly, background]
[Hum and hissing of heavy machinery]
ROY: Time?
Enough.
[Door hisses as it slides open]
Did you get your precious photos?
Someone was there.
Men?
Policemen?
[Bicycle fenders rattle, flames crackle]
[Technician muttering to himself in Asian language]
[Technician yelling in Asian language]
ROY: "Fiery the angels fell...
"...deep thunder roared around their shores...
"...burning with the fires of Orc."
You not come here!
TECHNICIAN: Illegal!
TECHNICIAN: Cold! Those are my eyes! Freezing!
Yes.
Questions.
[Suit bursts, hissing, deflating]
[Technician wails]
Morphology? Longevity? Incept dates?
TECHNICIAN: Don't know.
I don't know such stuff.
I just do eyes. Just eyes. Just genetic design.
Just eyes.
You Nexus?
TECHNICIAN: I designed your eyes.
If only you could see what I've seen with your eyes.
Now...
...questions.
I don't know answers.
ROY: Who does?
Tyrell! He knows everything.
Tyrell Corporation?
TECHNICIAN: He big boss.
Big genius. He design your mind. Your brain.
Smart.
TECHNICIAN: [Shivering] Very cold.
Not an easy man to see...
TECHNICIAN: [Voice wavering] Very cold.
...I guess?
TECHNICIAN: Sebastian.
He take you there. He take you there.
ROY: Sebastian who?
[Stuttering] J.F. Sebast--
Now...
...where would we find this...
...J.F. Sebastian?
HOLDEN: Let's continue, shall we?
Describe, in single words...
...only the good things that come into your mind about your mother.
LEON: My mother? HOLDEN: Yeah.
LEON: I'll tell you about my mother.
[Gunshot on tape]
[Engine roars]
COMPUTER: Voice print identification. Your floor number, please.
DECKARD: Deckard, 97. COMPUTER: 97. Thank you.
[Gun clicks as loaded]
RACHAEL: I wanted to see you.
RACHAEL: So I waited.
RACHAEL: Let me help you.
What do I need help for?
RACHAEL: I don't know why he told you what he did.
Talk to him.
He wouldn't see me.
[Door slams]
DECKARD: You want a drink?
DECKARD: No?
You think I'm a Replicant, don't you?
RACHAEL: Look.
It's me with my mother.
DECKARD: Yeah?
Remember when you were six?
You and your brother snuck into an empty building through a basement window.
You were gonna play doctor?
He showed you his, and when it got to be your turn, you chickened and ran.
Remember that?
Did you ever tell anybody that? Your mother? Tyrell? Anybody?
You remember the spider that lived in the bush outside your window?
DECKARD: Orange body, green legs?
Watched her build a web all summer?
Then one day, there's a big egg in it.
The egg hatched....
RACHAEL: The egg hatched... DECKARD: And?
...and a hundred baby spiders came out.
And they ate her.
Implants.
Those aren't your memories!
DECKARD: They're somebody else's. They're Tyrell's niece's.
Okay. Bad joke.
DECKARD: I made a bad joke.
You're not a Replicant.
Go home. Okay?
No, really. I'm sorry.
DECKARD: Go home.
Want a drink?
DECKARD: I'll get you a drink.
DECKARD: I'll get a glass.
[Siren screams in distance]
[Melancholic ballad plays on piano, background]
[Faint pelting of rain]
[Siren screams]
[Sultry music plays on synthesizer]
[Truck horn moans]
[Rain patters against pavement]
[Hum of traffic]
[Pris gasps]
[Sebastian grunts]
[Window shatters]
SEBASTIAN: You forgot your bag.
[Pris breathes heavily]
I'm lost.
Don't worry, I won't hurt you.
What's your name?
Pris.
Mine's J.F. Sebastian.
PRIS: Hi. SEBASTIAN: Hi.
Oh, where were you going?
SEBASTIAN: Home?
I don't have one.
We scared each other pretty good, didn't we?
We sure did.
[Pris giggles]
I'm hungry, J.F.
I've got stuff inside.
Do you wanna come in?
I was hoping you'd say that.
[Female voice chanting in Asian language]
[Metal door bangs open]
PRIS: Do you live in this building all by yourself?
SEBASTIAN: Yeah, I live here pretty much alone right now.
SEBASTIAN: No housing shortage around here.
SEBASTIAN: Plenty of room for everybody.
[Pris coughs]
SEBASTIAN: Watch out for the water.
PRIS: You must get lonely here, J.F.
SEBASTIAN: [Hesitates] Hmm....
Not really. I make friends.
They're toys. My friends are toys. I make them.
It's a hobby. I'm a genetic designer.
SEBASTIAN: Do you know what that is?
PRIS: [Whispers] No.
SEBASTIAN: Ma'am?
SEBASTIAN: Yoo-hoo, home again!
Home again, home again, jiggidy-jig. Good evening, J.F.!
SEBASTIAN: Evening, fellas.
[Soldier squeaks]
SEBASTIAN: They're my friends. I made them.
Where are your folks?
PRIS: I'm sort of an orphan.
SEBASTIAN: Oh. What about your friends?
PRIS: I have some, but I have to find them.
I'll let them know where I am tomorrow.
SEBASTIAN: Oh?
SEBASTIAN: Can I take those things for you?
They're soaked, aren't they?
[Electronic beeps]
DECKARD: Enhance 224 to 176.
[Electronic beeping]
[Several electronic beeps and clicks as screen flickers]
DECKARD: Enhance. Stop.
[Repeated clicking sound as picture on screen changes]
Move in.
DECKARD: Stop.
Pull out, track right.
Stop.
Center and, pull back.
[Repeated clicking sound]
Stop.
Track 45 right.
Stop.
Center and stop.
[Repeated clicking sound, screen beeps]
Enhance 34 to 36.
[Beeping]
[Repeated clicking sound]
Pan right and pull back.
Stop.
Enhance 34 to 46.
[Screen beeps repeatedly]
Pull back.
Wait a minute. Go right.
Stop.
Enhance 57-19.
Track 45 left.
[Repeated clicking sound]
Stop.
Enhance 15 to 23.
Give me a hard copy right there.
[Faint sound of chanting, background]
[Suspenseful music, background]
[Street clamor]
[Faint sound of chanting]
[Owl screeching]
Fish?
[Vendors shouting in background]
[Screen hisses]
WOMAN: I think it was manufactured.
WOMAN: Look.
Finest quality. Superior workmanship.
WOMAN: There is the maker's serial number.
990-69-47...
...X/B71.
WOMAN: Interesting.
Not fish. Snake scale.
Snake?
WOMAN: Try Abdul Ben Hassan. He make this snake!
[Chaotic crowd noise, rhythmic Egyptian music]
[Knocking]
[Abdul mumbles in Egyptian dialect]
DECKARD: Abdul Hassan.
DECKARD: I'm a police officer. I'd like to ask you a few questions.
DECKARD: Artificial snake license X/B71? That's you?
This is your work? Who did you sell it to?
ABDUL: My work? Not too many could afford such quality.
DECKARD: How many? ABDUL: Very few.
DECKARD: How few? Look, my friend.
ABDUL: Taffey Lewis'. Down in the Fourth Sector. Chinatown.
[Rowdy bar ambience, Egyptian music plays]
DECKARD: Bartender.
DECKARD: Taffey Lewis?
Taffey.
DECKARD: I'd like to ask you a few questions.
TAFFEY: Blow.
Do you ever buy any snakes from the Egyptian, Taffey?
All the time, pal.
DECKARD: Did you ever see this girl?
Never seen her. Buzz off.
Your licenses in order, pal?
Hey, Louie. The man is dry.
Give him one on the house, okay? See ya.
[Crowd chatters]
[Phone beeps as dialed]
RACHAEL: Hello?
I've had people walk out on me before, but not when...
...I was being so charming.
I'm in a bar, here now, down in the Fourth Sector.
Taffey Lewis' on the line.
DECKARD: Why don't you come down here and have a drink?
I don't think so, Mr. Deckard.
That's not my kind of place.
Go someplace else?
[Electronic disco music, crowd chatters, background]
ANNOUNCER: [German accent] Ladies and gentlemen...
...Taffey Lewis presents Miss Salome and the snake.
Watch her take the pleasure from the serpent...
...that once corrupted Man!
DECKARD: [Nasal voice] Excuse me, Miss Salome, can I talk to you?
I'm from the American Federation of Variety Artists.
SALOME: Oh yeah?
DECKARD: I'm not here to make you join. No, ma'am. That's not my department.
Actually...
[Door shuts]
...I'm from the Confidential Committee on Moral Abuses.
Committee of Moral Abuses?
There's been some reports that the management...
...has been taking liberties with the artists in this place.
I don't know nothin' about it.
Have you felt yourself to be exploited in any way?
How do you mean, "exploited"?
DECKARD: Well, like to get this job.
I mean did you do, or were you asked to do anything that's...
...lewd or unsavory, or...
...otherwise repulsive to your person?
[Chuckles] Are you for real?
DECKARD: I'd like to check your dressing room, if I may.
SALOME: For what? DECKARD: For holes.
SALOME: Holes?
You'd be surprised what a guy would go through...
...to get a glimpse of a beautiful body.
SALOME: No, I wouldn't.
DECKARD: Well, little...
...dirty holes...
...they drill in the wall so they can watch a lady undress.
[Female voice chanting, background]
DECKARD: Is this a real snake?
SALOME: Of course it's not real.
Do you think I'd be working in a place like this if I could afford a real snake?
[Snake hisses]
If somebody tries to exploit me, who do I go to about it?
Me.
SALOME: You're a dedicated man. Dry me.
[Deckard grunts]
[Deckard coughs and wheezes]
[Deckard gasps for air]
[Scattered voices, shouting, music playing]
[Car horn honks]
[Sirens blaring]
[Foghorn blows]
[Scattered conversations, sirens echo, chanting]
[Voices repeat and echo over intercom]
[Echoing sirens and voices, background]
Move!
DECKARD: Get out of the way!
[Gunshot]
[Multiple gunshots]
[Glass shattering]
[Gunshots]
[Glass shattering]
[Synthesizer plays melodic rhythm]
[Gunshot]
[Glass shattering]
[Digital beeping]
Deckard.
B26354.
INTERCOM: [Echoing] Move on. Move on.
WAITRESS: A minute.
Yeah, what do you want?
DECKARD: Tsin-Tao.
DECKARD: Is this enough? WAITRESS: Yeah.
[Old melody plays, background]
Bryant.
[Deckard sighs]
Christ, Deckard, you look almost as bad as that skin-job you left on the sidewalk.
I'm going home.
You could learn from this guy, Gaff.
He's a goddamn one-man slaughterhouse, that's what he is.
BRYANT: Four more to go. Come on, Gaff, let's go.
DECKARD: Three.
There's three to go.
There's four.
Now there's that skin-job you V.-K.'d at the Tyrell Corporation.
Well, Rachael disappeared. Vanished. She didn't know she was a Replicant.
Something to do with a brain implant, says Tyrell.
Come on, Gaff.
Drink some for me, pal.
[Saxophone plays, background, scattered voices, rain pelts]
[Cars honking, sound of traffic approaching]
Leon!
How old am I?
I don't know!
My birthday's April 10th, 2017. How long do I live?
Four years.
[Banging echoes]
LEON: More than you!
It's painful to live in fear, isn't it?
[Grunting and groaning]
Nothing is worse than having an itch you can never scratch.
[Gasping] Oh, I agree!
[Deckard breathes heavily]
Wake up! Time to die.
[Gunshot]
[Deckard gasps]
DECKARD: Shakes?
Me, too.
DECKARD: I get 'em bad.
[Deckard sighs and clears his throat]
DECKARD: It's part of the business.
RACHAEL: I'm not in the business.
[Rachael sighs]
I am the business.
[Rachael sniffles, melancholy synthesizer music, background]
[Faint sound of helicopter pelting, background]
[Sound of water running from faucet]
[Suspenseful synthesizer music, background]
What if I go north?
Disappear.
Would you come after me?
RACHAEL: Hunt me?
No.
No, I wouldn't.
I owe you one.
But somebody would.
RACHAEL: Deckard....
RACHAEL: You know those files on me?
The incept date?
The longevity? Those things?
You saw them?
They're classified.
But you're a policeman.
I didn't look at them.
RACHAEL: You know, that Voight-Kampff test of yours...
...did you ever take that test yourself?
Deckard....
[Saxophone plays]
[Thunder rumbles]
[Rachael plays classical melody on piano]
[Sultry saxophone music continues, background]
DECKARD: I dreamt music.
I didn't know if I could play.
I remember lessons.
I don't know if it's me or Tyrell's niece.
You play beautifully.
[Smack]
[Rachael gasps and sobs]
Now, you kiss me.
RACHAEL: I can't rely on my mem-- DECKARD: Say, "kiss me."
RACHAEL: [Whispers] Kiss me.
DECKARD: [Whispers] I want you.
I want you.
DECKARD: Again.
I want you.
RACHAEL: [Whispers] Put your hands on me.
[Voice in Asian language over intercom]
[Cuckoo clock chirps]
SEBASTIAN: What'cha doing?
I'm sorry.
Just peeking.
How do I look?
You look better.
PRIS: Just better?
You look beautiful.
Thanks.
[Footsteps echo]
PRIS: How old are you?
Twenty-five.
-What's your problem? -Methuselah syndrome.
What's that?
My glands, they grow old too fast.
Is that why you're still on earth?
SEBASTIAN: Yeah. I couldn't pass the medical.
Anyway, I kind of like it here.
PRIS: I like you...
...just the way you are.
PRIS: Hi, Roy.
Gosh, you really got some nice toys here.
PRIS: This is the friend I was telling you about.
This is my savior, J.F. Sebastian.
ROY: Sebastian....
I like a man that stays put.
You live here all by yourself, do you?
Yes.
SEBASTIAN: How about some breakfast?
SEBASTIAN: I was just gonna make some. Excuse me.
PRIS: Well?
Leon....
PRIS: What's going on?
There's only two of us now.
Then we're stupid and we'll die.
No, we won't.
[Water bubbling]
SEBASTIAN: No.
Knight takes Queen, see?
ROY: It won't do.
[Thunder rumbles]
Why are you staring at us, Sebastian?
SEBASTIAN: 'Cause you're so different.
You're so perfect.
Yes.
What generation are you?
Nexus 6.
Ah, I knew it!
'Cause I do genetic design work for the Tyrell Corporation.
There's some of me in you.
SEBASTIAN: Show me something.
ROY: Like what?
SEBASTIAN: Like anything.
We're not computers, Sebastian. We're physical.
I think, Sebastian...
...therefore, I am.
Very good, Pris. Now show him why.
[Giggling]
[Water bubbling]
[Sebastian gasps and chuckles]
-We've got a lot in common. -What do you mean?
Similar problems.
PRIS: Accelerated decrepitude.
SEBASTIAN: I don't know much about bio-mechanics, Roy. I wish I did.
If we don't find out soon...
...Pris hasn't got long to live!
ROY: We can't allow that.
Is he good?
SEBASTIAN: Who?
Your opponent.
SEBASTIAN: Oh, Dr. Tyrell?
I've only beaten him once in chess.
He's a genius.
He designed you.
Maybe he could help?
SEBASTIAN: I'd be happy to mention it to him.
Better if I talk to him in person.
ROY: From what I understand, he's a sort of hard man to get to.
Yes.
Very.
Will you help us?
I can't.
We need you, Sebastian.
You're our best and only friend.
[Water bubbles intensely]
We're so happy you found us.
[Sebastian giggles]
I don't think there is another human being in the world that would've helped us.
[Dramatic synthesizer music]
TYRELL: [Echoing] 66,000 Prosser & Ankopitch.
Trade.
Trade at two....
INTERCOM: [Echoing] Blue entry.
Mr. J.F. Sebastian.
1-6-4-1-7.
TYRELL: [On intercom] At this hour?
What can I do for you, Sebastian?
Queen to Bishop six. Check.
TYRELL: [Voice echoes] Nonsense!
Just a moment.
Queen to Bishop six? Ridiculous!
Queen...
...Bishop six.
TYRELL: [On intercom] Knight...
...takes Queen.
What's on your mind, Sebastian?
What are you thinking about?
ROY: [Whispers] Bishop to King seven. Checkmate.
Bishop to King seven. Checkmate, I think.
Got a brainstorm, Sebastian?
Milk and cookies kept you awake?
TYRELL: [On intercom] Let's discuss this.
You better come up, Sebastian.
[Engine hums]
SEBASTIAN: Mr. Tyrell?
I brought a friend.
TYRELL: I'm surprised you didn't come here sooner.
ROY: It's not an easy thing to meet your maker.
And what can he do for you?
ROY: Can the maker repair what he makes?
TYRELL: Would you like to be modified?
ROY: Stay here.
I had in mind something more radical.
What....
What seems to be the problem?
Death.
TYRELL: Death?
Well, I'm afraid that's a little out of my jurisdiction. You--
I want more life...
...Fucker!
The facts of life....
To make an alteration in the...
...evolvement of an organic life system is fatal.
TYRELL: A coding sequence cannot be revised once it's been established.
Why not?
Because, by the second day of incubation, any cells...
...that have undergone reversion mutations give rise...
...to revertant colonies, like rats leaving a ship.
Then, the ship sinks.
ROY: What about E.M.S. recombination?
We've already tried it.
Ethyl Methane Sulfonate is an alkylating agent...
...and a potent mutagen. It created a virus, so lethal...
...the subject was dead before he left the table.
Then a repressor protein, that blocks the operating cells.
It wouldn't obstruct replication, but it does give rise to an error in replication.
So that newly formed DNA strand carries a mutation...
...and you've got a virus again.
TYRELL: But, this, all of this is...
...academic.
TYRELL: You were made as well as we could make you.
But not to last.
The light that burns twice as bright, burns half as long.
And you have burned so very brightly, Roy.
TYRELL: Look at you.
You're the prodigal son.
You're quite a prize.
I've done...
...questionable things.
Also, extraordinary things.
TYRELL: Revel in your time.
Nothing the god of bio-mechanics wouldn't let you in heaven for.
[Eerie chanting]
[Tyrell gasps for air]
[Wailing]
[Neck cracking, Tyrell wailing in pain]
[Eerie music becomes louder, background]
[Sirens blaring]
[Voices commanding on police radio]
[Scattered voices]
BRYANT: The body identified with Tyrell is a 25-year-old male Caucasian.
Name, Sebastian. J.F. Sebastian.
Address: Bradbury Apartments, Ninth Sector, N.F. 46751.
Now, I want you to go down there and--
OFFICER: This sector's closed to ground traffic. What are you doing here?
I'm workin'. What are you doin'?
OFFICER: Arresting you, that's what I'm doing.
I'm Deckard. Blade Runner. 26354. I'm filed and monitored.
OFFICER: Hold on. Checking.
OFFICER: Okay. Checked and cleared. Have a better one.
[Digital beeping]
PRIS: Hello. DECKARD: Hi. J.F. there?
PRIS: Who is it? DECKARD: Eddie, an old friend of J.F.'s.
That's no way to treat a friend.
[Shouting, scattered voices]
[Hum of engine vibrates]
[Eerie synthesizer sound bytes]
[Rain pelting]
[Chanting in background]
SOLDIER: [Echoing] Good evening, J.F.
[Footsteps echo]
[Robot laughing sporadically]
[Shrieking and banging]
[Pris wails and gasps]
[Violent smacking sounds]
[Gunshot]
[Shrieking into enraged tantrum]
[Gunshot]
[Clanging of metal]
[Eerie synthesizer music]
[Gunshot]
ROY: [Echoing] Not very sporting to fire on an unarmed opponent.
I thought you were supposed to be good.
Aren't you the good man?
Come on! Oh, Deckard!
Show me...
...what you're made of!
[Gun blast, glass shatters]
Proud of yourself, little man?
This is for Zhora!
[Deckard yelps]
This is for Pris.
[Bones cracking, Deckard shrieks]
ROY: Come on, Deckard.
I'm right here, but you've gotta shoot straight.
[Gunshot]
ROY: Straight doesn't seem to be good enough!
Now it's my turn!
I'm gonna give you a few seconds before I come.
One. Two....
Three. Four....
[Roy breathes heavily]
Pris....
[Sobbing]
[Howling sounds]
[Howling echoes]
ROY: [Operatic echoing voice] I'm coming!
ROY: Deckard!
ROY: Four, five!
ROY: How to stay alive!
[Panting]
[Clanking and shattering sounds]
[Howling]
[Roy cackles]
ROY: I can see you!
[Howling]
[Rain pelting]
ROY: Deckard, not yet!
[Roy grunts and groans]
[Deckard breathes heavily]
[Thunder rumbles]
[Roy wails]
Yes.
[Smashing]
ROY: You better get it up!
Or I'm gonna have to kill you!
Unless you're alive...
...you can't play! And if you don't play....
[Spitting and coughing]
Six. Seven!
Go to hell or go to heaven!
[Smashing]
DECKARD: [Screaming] Go to hell!
ROY: Good! That's the spirit.
[Wings flutter]
[Eerie chanting]
[Roy howls]
[Grunting and banging]
ROY: That hurt!
That was irrational of you.
Not to mention...
...unsportsmanlike.
ROY: Where are you going?
[Laughing]
[Deckard gasps for air]
[Church bells clang]
[Deckard breathes heavily]
[Eerie instrumental music]
[Banging and gasping]
[Church bells clang]
Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it?
That's what it is to be a slave.
[Deckard sobs and gasps for air]
[Roy screams, Deckard groans in pain]
[Deckard gasps]
I've seen things...
...you people wouldn't believe.
Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
I watched C-beams...
...glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate.
All those moments will be lost...
...in time...
...like tears...
...in the rain.
ROY: Time to die.
[Melodic instrumental music]
GAFF: You've done a man's job, sir.
I guess you're through, huh?
Finished.
[Footsteps]
GAFF: It's too bad she won't live.
But then again, who does?
Rachael?
Do you love me?
I love you.
Do you trust me?
I trust you.
Rachael?
GAFF: It's too bad she won't live.
But then again, who does?
[Electric door zooms shut]
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