Deckard.
B26354.
Move on. Move on.
A minute.
Yeah, what do you want?
Tsin-Tao.
Is this enough?
Bryant.
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.
Four more to go. Come on, Gaff, let's go.
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.
Leon!
How old am I?
I don't know!
My birthday's April 10th, 2017. How long do I live?
Four years.
More than you!
It's painful to live in fear, isn't it?
Nothing is worse than having an itch you can never scratch.
Oh, I agree!
Wake up! Time to die.
Shakes?
Me, too.
I get 'em bad.
It's part of the business.
I'm not in the business.
I am the business.
What if I go north?
Disappear.
Would you come after me?
Hunt me?
No, I wouldn't.
I owe you one.
But somebody would.
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.
You know, that Voight-Kampff test of yours...
...did you ever take that test yourself?
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.
Now, you kiss me.
- I can't rely on my mem... - Say, "kiss me."
Kiss me.
I want you.
Again.
I want you.
Put your hands on me.
What'cha doing?
I'm sorry.
Just peeking.
How do I look?
You look better.
Just better?
You look beautiful.
Thanks.
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?
Yeah. I couldn't pass the medical.
Anyway, I kind of like it here.
I like you...
...just the way you are.
Hi, Roy.
Gosh, you really got some nice toys here.
This is the friend I was telling you about.
This is my savior, J.F. Sebastian.
I like a man that stays put.
You live here all by yourself, do you?
Yes.
How about some breakfast?
I was just gonna make some. Excuse me.
Well?
Leon...
What's going on?
There's only two of us now.
Then we're stupid and we'll die.
No, we won't.
No.
Knight takes Queen, see?
It won't do.
Why are you staring at us, 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.
Show me something.
Like what?
Like anything.
We're not computers, Sebastian. We're physical.
I think, Sebastian...
...therefore, I am.
Very good, Pris. Now show him why.
- We've got a lot in common. - What do you mean?
Similar problems.
Accelerated decrepitude.
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!
We can't allow that.
Is he good?
Who?
Your opponent.
Oh, Dr. Tyrell?
I've only beaten him once in chess.
He's a genius.
He designed you.
Maybe he could help?
I'd be happy to mention it to him.
Better if I talk to him in person.
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.
We're so happy you found us.
I don't think there is another human being in the world that would've helped us.
66,000 Prosser & Ankopitch.
Trade.
Trade at two...
Blue entry.
Mr. J.F. Sebastian.
1-6-4-1-7.
At this hour?
What can I do for you, Sebastian?
Queen to Bishop six. Check.
Nonsense!
Just a moment.
Queen to Bishop six? Ridiculous!
Queen...
...Bishop six.
Knight...
...takes Queen.
What's on your mind, Sebastian?
What are you thinking about?
Bishop to King seven. Checkmate.
Bishop to King seven. Checkmate, I think.
Got a brainstorm, Sebastian?
Milk and cookies kept you awake?
Let's discuss this.
You better come up, Sebastian.
Mr. Tyrell?
I brought a friend.
I'm surprised you didn't come here sooner.
It's not an easy thing to meet your maker.
And what can he do for you?
Can the maker repair what he makes?
Would you like to be modified?
Stay here.
I had in mind something more radical.
What...
What seems to be the problem?
Death.
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.
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.
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.
But, this, all of this is...
...academic.
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.
Look at you.
You're the prodigal son.
You're quite a prize.
I've done...
...questionable things.
Also, extraordinary things.
Revel in your time.
Nothing the god of bio-mechanics wouldn't let you in heaven for.
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...
This sector's closed to ground traffic. What are you doing here?
I'm workin'. What are you doin'?
Arresting you, that's what I'm doing.
I'm Deckard. Blade Runner. 26354. I'm filed and monitored.
Hold on. Checking.
Okay. Checked and cleared. Have a better one.
Hi. J.F. there?
- Who is it? - This is Eddie, an old friend of J.F.'s.
That's no way to treat a friend.
Good evening, J.F.
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!
Proud of yourself, little man?
This is for Zhora!
This is for Pris.
Come on, Deckard.
I'm right here, but you've gotta shoot straight.
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...
I'm coming!
Four, five!
How to stay alive!
I can see you!
Deckard, not yet!
Yes.
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...
Six. Seven!
Go to hell or go to heaven!
Go to hell!
Good! That's the spirit.
That hurt!
That was irrational of you.
Not to mention...
...unsportsmanlike.
Where are you going?
Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it?
That's what it is to be a slave.
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 Tannhäuser Gate.
All those moments will be lost...
...in time...
...like tears...
...in the rain.
Time to die.
You've done a man's job, sir.
I guess you're through, huh?
Finished.
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?
It's too bad she won't live.
But then again, who does?