Blade Runner

INTERCOM: 'Next subject - Kowalski, Leon.

'Engineer, waste disposal.

'File section - new employee, six days.'

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in.

HE SIGHS

'Level 9, we have a B1 security alert.

'Stand by for...'

Sit down.

OK if I talk?

I get nervous when I take tests.

Just please don't move.

Sorry.

I already had an IQ test this year.

Reaction time is a factor here,

so please pay attention.

Answer as quickly as you can.

Sure.

"1187 Huntervosser."

That's the hotel where I live.

Nice place?

Sure, I guess.

Is that part of the test?

No.

Just warming you up.

It's not fancy or anything.

You're in a desert, walking in the sand...

Is this the test?

Yes.

You're in a desert, walking...

What one?

What? What desert?

It doesn't make any difference.

It's completely hypothetical.

How come I'd be there?

Maybe you want to be by yourself.

You see a tortoise, Leon.

It's crawling towards you.

Tortoise?

What's that?

Know what a turtle is?

Of course.

Same thing.

Never seen a turtle.

But I understand.

You flip the tortoise on its back, Leon.

Do you make up these questions, Mr Holden?

The tortoise lays on its back,

its belly baking in the sun.

It can't turn itself over,

not without your help.

But you're not helping.

What do you mean?

You're not helping.

Why is that, Leon?

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.

Shall we continue?

Describe in single words

the good things that come into your mind

about your mother.

My mother?

Yeah.

Let me tell you about my mother.

INTERCOM: A new life awaits you in the off-world colony,

the chance to begin again

in a golden land of opportunity and adventure.

INTERCOM: A new life awaits you in the off-world colony,

the chance to begin again

in a golden land of opportunity and adventure.

HE SPEAKS JAPANESE

HE SPEAKS JAPANESE

Give me four.

JAPANESE

No. Four. Two, two-four.

JAPANESE

And noodles.

JAPANESE

MAN SPEAKS KOREAN

HE SPEAKS IN CITYSPEAK

He say you under arrest, Mr Deckard.

Got the wrong guy, pal.

CITYSPEAK

He say you Blade Runner.

Tell him I'm eating.

Captain Bryant...

CONTINUES IN CITYSPEAK

Bryant, huh?

'Yellow 3.

'Climb and maintain 4,000.

'When approaching pad six, use caution.

INDISTINCT DISTANT VOICES SPEAK DIFFERENT LANGUAGES

Hiya, Deck.

Bryant.

You wouldn't have come if I just asked you to.

Sit down, pal.

Don't be an ass, Deckard.

I've got four skin-jobs walking the streets.

They jumped the shuttle off-world,

killed the crew and passengers.

They found the shuttle drifting off the coast two weeks ago, so we know they're around.

Embarrassing.

No, sir, not embarrassing cos no-one's going to find out they're here.

You're going to spot 'em and air 'em out.

I don't work here anymore.

Give it to Holden.

He's good.

I did.

He can breathe OK, as long as nobody unplugs him.

He's not good enough. Not 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.

Stop right where you are.

Do you know the score, pal?

If you're not cop, you're little people.

No choice, huh?

No choice, pal.

'I already had an IQ test.

'I've never had one of these.

'Reaction time's a factor.

'Answer as quickly as you can.

'Yeah, sure.

'"1187 Huntervosser."

'Yeah. That's the hotel.

'What?

'Where I live.

'Nice place?

'Yeah, sure, I guess.'

Six replicants escaped from the off-world colonies two weeks ago,

three male, three female.

They slaughtered 23 people and jumped a shuttle.

An aerial patrol spotted the ship.

No sight of the crew.

Three nights ago, they tried to break in the Tyrell Corporation.

Two got electrocuted. We lost the others.

On the possibility they might try infiltrating as employees,

I had Holden run Voight-Kampff tests on the new workers.

Looks like he got himself one.

'You see a tortoise crawling towards you.

'Tortoise? What's that?'

That's Leon, ammunition loader on intergalactic runs.

He can lift 400-pound atomic loads all day and night.

The only way to hurt him is to kill him.

What do they risk coming back to Earth for?

What do they want out of the Tyrell Corporation?

You tell me, pal.

That's what you're here for.

What's this?

Nexus 6.

Roy Batty.

Incept date-2016.

Combat model.

Optimum self-sufficiency.

Probably the leader.

This is Zhora.

She's trained for an off-world kick murder squad.

Talk about beauty and the beast. She's both.

The fourth skin-job is Pris,

a basic pleasure model.

The standard item for military clubs

in the outer colonies.

They copy humans in every way except their emotions.

The designers reckoned that after a few years,

they might develop their own emotional responses -

hate, love, fear, anger, envy -

so they built in a fail-safe device. Which is what?

A four-year life span.

There's a Nexus six at the Tyrell Corporation.

I want you to put the machine on it.

And if the machine doesn't work?

Do you like our owl?

It's artificial?

Of course it is.

Must be expensive.

Very.

I'm Rachael.

Deckard.

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.

MAN: 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 Elden Tyrell.

Demonstrate it. I want to see it work.

Where's the subject?

I want to see it work on a person.

What's that going to prove?

Indulge me.

On you?

Try her.

It's too bright in here.

Mind if I smoke?

It won't affect the test.

I'm going to ask you a series of questions.

Just relax and answer them as simply as you can.

It's your birthday.

Someone gives you a calfskin wallet.

I wouldn't accept it.

Also, 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.

You're watching television. You realise a wasp is crawling on your arm.

I'd kill it.

In a magazine, you see a nude photo of a girl.

Is this testing whether I'm a replicant or a lesbian?

Just answer the questions, please.

You show it to your husband.

He hangs it on your bedroom wall.

I wouldn't let him.

Why not?

I should be enough for him.

One more question.

You're watching a stage play.

A banquet is in progress.

The guests are enjoying an appetiser of raw oysters.

The entree consists of boiled dog.

Would you step out for a few moments, Rachael?

Thank you.

She's a replicant, isn't she?

I'm impressed.

How many questions

does it usually take to spot one?

I don't get it.

How many questions?

20, 30, Cross-referenced.

It took more than 100 for Rachael.

She doesn't know.

She's beginning to suspect, I think.

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 recognise in them strange obsession.

After all, they are emotionally inexperienced,

with only a few years

in which to store up the experiences

which we take for granted.

If we gift them with a past,

we create a cushion for their emotions,

and we can control them better.

Memories.

You're talking about memories.

'Reaction time is a factor.

'Answer as quickly as you can.'

'Sure.

'"1187 Huntervosser."

'That's the hotel where I live.

'Nice place?

'Is that part of the test?

'No.'

Kowalski...

Time...

enough.

TAPPING

Did you get your precious photos?

Someone was there.

Man?

Police...

man?

MAN SPEAKS CHINESE

Ha ha!

MAN CONTINUES SPEAKING CHINESE

CHINESE

Fiery the angels fell.

Deep thunder rolled around their shores,

burning with the fires of Orc.

CHINESE

You not come here!

Illegal!

Hey. Hey!

Cold!

Those are my eyes! Freezing!

Yes.

Questions.

Hey!

Hey!

Morphology.

Longevity.

Incept dates.

Don't know.

I don't know such stuff.

I just do eyes, see?

Just eyes.

Genetic design. Just eyes.

You Nexus, huh?

I design your eyes.

Chew, if only you could see

what I've seen with your eyes.

Now...questions.

I don't know answers.

Who does?

Tyrell.

He-he knows everything.

Tyrell Corporation?

He's big boss, big genius.

He design your mind, your brain.

Ah. Smart.

Cold.

Not an easy man to see.

Me cold.

I guess.

S-S-Sebastian.

He-he take... take you there.

He take you.

Sebastian who?

J-J.F. S-Sebastian. Sebast...Sebas...

Now...

where...

would we find this...

JF Sebastian?

Let's continue, shall we?

Describe in single words

only the good things

that come into your mind

about your mother.

My mother?

Yeah.

I'll tell you about my mother.

'Voice-print identification. Your floor number, please.'

Deckard, 97.

'97. Thank you.'

I wanted to see you.

So I waited.

Let me help you.

What do I need help for?

BEEP

I don't know why he told you what he did.

Talk to him.

He wouldn't see me.

You want a drink. No?

No?

You think I'm a replicant, don't you?

Look.

It's me with my mother.

Yeah?

Remember when you were six?

You and your brother

snuck into an empty building through a basement window.

You were going to play doctor.

He showed you his.

When it got to be your turn, you ran, remember?

You ever tell anybody that?

Your mother. Tyrell? Anybody, huh?

You remember the spider that lived outside your window?

Orange body, green legs.

Watched her build a web all summer.

Then one day, there was a big egg in it.

The egg hatched...

The egg hatched.

And?

And a hundred baby spiders came out.

And they ate her.

Th...implants.

Those aren't your memories.

They're somebody else's.

They're Tyrell's niece's.

OK. Bad joke.

I made a bad joke.

You're not a replicant. Go home, OK?

No. Really. I'm sorry.

Go home.

Want a drink?

I'll get you a drink.

I'll get a glass.

POLICE SIREN

Hey!

You forgot your bag.

I'm lost.

Don't worry. I won't hurt you.

What's your name?

Pris.

Mine's JF Sebastian.

Hi.

Hi.

Oh, where were you going?

Home?

I don't have one.

We scared each other pretty good, didn't we?

We sure did.

Ha ha!

I'm hungry, JF.

I got stuff inside.

You want to come in?

I was hoping you'd say that.

You live in this building all by yourself?

Yeah. I live here pretty much alone right now.

No housing shortage around here.

Plenty of room for everybody.

PRIS COUGHS

Watch out for the water.

You must get lonely here, JF.

Mmm. Not really. I make friends.

They're toys. My friends are toys.

I make them. It's a hobby. I'm a genetic designer. Do you know what that is?

No.

Now.

Oh.

Yoo-hoo! Home again!

Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.

Good evening, JF.

Good evening, fellas.

Oh!

They're my friends.

I made them.

Where are your folks?

I'm sort of an orphan.

Oh. What about your friends?

I have some, but I have to find them.

I'll let them know where I am tomorrow.

Oh.

Can I take those things for you?

They're soaked, aren't they?

UNICORN WHINNIES

BEEP

BEEP

Enhance 224 to 176.

BEEPING

CLICKING

Enhance.

Stop.

Move in.

Stop.

Pull out. Track right.

Stop.

Centre and pull back.

Stop.

Track 45 right.

Stop.

Centre and stop.

Enhance 34 to 36.

Pan right and pull back.

Stop.

Enhance 34 to 46.

Pull back.

Wait a minute. Go right.

Stop.

Enhance 57 to 19.

Track 45 left.

Stop.

Enhance 15 to 23.

Give me a hard copy right there.

Fish?

I think it was manufactured locally.

Finest quality.

Superior workmanship.

There is a maker's serial number...

9906947-XB-71.

Interesting.

Not fish. Snake scale.

Snake?

Try Abdul Ben Hassan.

He make this snake.

HE TAPS

HE SPEAKS IN HIS OWN LANGUAGE

Abdul Hassan?

I'm a police officer.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Artificial snake licence XB71 - that's you?

This is your work, huh?

Who'd you sell it to?

My work? Not too many could afford such quality.

How many?

Very few.

How few?

Look, my friend...

Taffey Lewis. Down in first sector. Chinatown.

Bartender.

Taffey Lewis.

Taffey?

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Blow me.

You ever buy snakes from the Egyptian, Taffey?

All the time, pal.

You ever see this girl, huh?

Never seen her. Buzz off.

Your licences in order, pal?

Hey, Louis. The man is dry.

Give him one on the house, OK?

See you.

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's, on the line.

Why don't you come on down here and have a drink?

I don't think so, Mr Deckard.

That's not my kind of place.

We'll go someplace else.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Taffey Lewis presents Miss Salome and the snake.

Watch her take the pleasures from the serpent

that once corrupted man.

Excuse me, Miss Salome. Can I talk to you?

I'm from the American federation of variety artists.

Oh, yeah?

I'm not here to make you join.

That's not my department.

Actually, er...

I'm from the confidential committee on moral abuses.

Committee of moral abuses?

There's been reports that the management

has taken liberties with the artists here.

I don't know nothing about it.

Have you felt yourself to be exploited?

How do you mean, exploited?

Well, like, to get this job.

I mean, did you do or were you asked to do

anything that's lewd or unsavoury

or otherwise repulsive to...to your person?

Huh?

Are you for real?

Oh, yeah.

I'd like to check your dressing room.

For what?

For, er, for holes.

Holes?

Well, you'd be surprised what a guy would go through

to glimpse a beautiful body.

Huh.

No, I wouldn't.

Uh, little dirty holes they, er, drill in the walls

so they can watch a lady undress.

Is this a real snake?

Of course it's not real.

I can't afford a real snake.

HISSING

So, if somebody does try to exploit me, who do I go to?

Me.

You're a dedicated man. Dry me.

Oh!

Hey! Oh!

HORN HOOTS

KLAXON SOUNDS

Cross now.

# Hare, hare

# Hare, hare. #

Cross now.

Don't walk.

Don't walk. Don't walk.

Oh!

Cross now. Cross now.

Cross now.

Cross now. Cross now.

Move! Get out of the way!

Deckard.

B26354.

Move on.

A minute.

Yeah, what do you want?

Tsingtao.

Is this enough?

Yeah.

Bryant.

You look almost as bad as that skin-job you left on the sidewalk.

I'm going home.

Could learn from this guy, gaff.

He's a goddamn one-man slaughterhouse, that's what he is.

Four more to go. Let's go.

Three.

There's three to go.

There's four.

That skin-job you VK'd at the Tyrell Corporation - Rachael - disappeared, vanished.

Didn't know she was a replicant.

Something to do with a brain implant.

Come on, gaff.

Drink some for me, huh?

Leon.

How old am I?

I don't know.

My birthday's April 10, 2017.

How long do I live?

Four years.

More than you.

Painful to live in fear, isn't it?

Nothing's worse than having an itch

you can never scratch.

I agree.

Wake up!

Time to die.

GUNSHOT

Shakes?

Me, too.

I get them bad.

Part of the business.

I'm not in the business.

I AM the business.

WATER RUNNING

What if I go north?

Disappear.

Would you come after me?

Hunt me?

No.

No, I wouldn't.

I owe you one.

But somebody would.

Deckard...

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?

Do you ever take that test yourself?

Deckard?

PLAYING PIANO

I dreamt music.

PLAYING PIANO

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.

And now you kiss me.

I can't rely on...

Say kiss me.

Kiss me.

I want you.

I want you.

Again.

I want you.

Put your hands on me.

CUCKOO CLOCK CHIMES

SHE SNIFFS

What are you doing?

I'm sorry.

Just peeking.

Oh.

How do I look?

You...you look better.

Just better?

Well, you look beautiful.

Thanks.

How old are you?

25.

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 saviour, JF Sebastian.

Sebastian.

I like a man that stays put.

You live here all by yourself, do you?

Yes.

How about some breakfast?

I was just going to make some.

Well?

Leon...

What's going on?

I've...

There's only two of us now.

Then we're stupid, and we'll die.

No, we won't.

No.

Knight takes queen, see?

Won't do it.

Why are you staring at us, Sebastian?

Because...

You're so different.

You're so perfect.

Yes.

What generation are you?

Nexus 6.

Ah! I knew it

because 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 no computers, Sebastian.

We're physical.

I think, Sebastian, therefore I am.

Very good, Pris.

Now show him why.

Huh!

Ha-ha!

We've got a lot in common.

What do you mean?

Similar problems.

Accelerated decrepitude.

I don't know much about biomechanics, Roy. I wish I did.

Umm!

If we don't find help 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.

But 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.

Ha-ha!

I don't think anybody else would have helped us.

66,000 Prosser and Ankovich.

Hmm...

Trade.

Trade at...

INTERCOM: 'Blue entry.

'A Mr JF Sebastian.

'16417.'

'At this hour?

'What can I do for you, Sebastian?'

Queen to bishop 6. Check.

Nonsense.

Just a moment.

Queen to bishop 6.

Ridiculous.

Queen.

Bishop 6.

Hmm...

'Knight...

'takes...

'Queen.

What's on your mind, Sebastian?

What are you thinking about?

Bishop to king 7.

Check.

Bishop to king 7. Checkmate, I think.

Got a brainstorm, huh, Sebastian?

Milk and cookies kept you awake, huh?

'Let's discuss this.

'You better come up, Sebastian.'

Mr Tyrell?

I...

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.

Had in mind something a little more radical.

What...

What seems to be the problem?

Death.

Death?

Well, I'm afraid that's a little out of my jurisdiction.

I want more life,

Father.

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 sinking ship.

Then the ship sinks.

What about EMS recombination?

We've already tried it.

Ethyl Methane Sulphonate 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 repressive protein that blocks the operating cells.

It wouldn't obstruct replication,

but it does give rise to an error in replication

so that the newly-formed DNA strand carries the mutation,

and you've got a virus again.

But, er...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, 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 biomechanics

wouldn't let you in Heaven for.

Aah!

Sorry, Sebastian

Come! Come!

SIREN BLARES, POLICE RADIO TRANSMITTING

'Tactical alert now in quadrant 19, 12th sector.

'Report to units.' INDISTINCT RESPONSE

'Sectors one through 19...'

SPEAKING IN GERMAN

BRYANT: 'Body identified with Tyrell is a 25-year-old male Caucasian

'named Sebastian, JF Sebastian.

'Address - Bradbury Apartments, ninth sector. NF-46751.

'Now, I want you to go down there.'

POLICE: This sector's closed. What are you doing here?

I'm working. What are you doing?

Arresting you. That's what I'm doing.

I'm Deckard, Blade Runner 26354.

I'm filed and monitored.

Hold on. Checking.

OK, checked and cleared.

Have a better one.

DIALLING VIDEOPHONE

Hello?

Hi. Is JF there?

Who is it? This is Eddie, an old friend of JF's.

Oh...

That's no way to treat a friend.

CLUNK!

SPEAKING IN GERMAN

FAINT ORIENTAL SINGING

SINGING GETS LOUDER

SINGING PASSES

INDISTINCT CLATTER

FOOTSTEPS

TOYS: Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.

Good evening, JF.

Oh!

More tea?

Some tea?

More tea?

Ha-ha-ha!

More tea?

Ha-ha-ha!

More tea?

Ha-ha-ha!

More tea?

Ha-ha-ha!

More tea?

Aah!

Ah!

Uh!

Huh!

BOTH GRUNTING

Aah!

GUN SHOT, SHE SCREAMS

Aah!

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...

Deckard.

Show me...

what you're made of.

Proud of yourself, little man?

This is for Zhora.

Ah!

This is for Pris.

Ah!

Uh...

Come on, Deckard.

I'm right here,

but you've got to shoot straight.

Straight doesn't seem to be good enough.

Now it's my turn.

I'm going to give you a few seconds before I come.

1...

2.

3...

4.

Pris.

Oh...

Awoo!

HE HOWLS

Yee-ah!

ROY HOWLS

ROY SQUEALS AND LAUGHS

I'm coming!

Deckard.

4, 5.

How to stay alive?

HE HOWLS

Ha-ha-ha!

I can see you!

Not...yet!

Not...

HE GASPS

THUNDER RUMBLES

Argh!

Yes!

You better get it up. Or I'm going to have to kill ya!

Unless you're alive, you can't play. And if you don't play...

Six, seven...

Go to hell or go to heaven!

That's the spirit!

WOLF-LIKE HOWL

That hurt!

That was irrational of you.

Not to mention unsportsmanlike.

Where are you going?

HE PANTS

Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it?

That's what it is to be a slave.

HE TREMBLES

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 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?

Rachael?

Rachael?

Do you love me?

I love you.

Do you trust me?

I trust you.

Rachael.

IN HEAD: 'It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?'