"Next subject, Kowalski, Leon." "Engineer, waste disposal." "Five section, new employee, six days." "Come in." "Sit down." "Care if I talk?" " I'm kind of nervous when I take tests." " Just please don't move." "Oh, sorry." "I already had an IQ test this year." "I don't think I've ever had one of these" "Reaction time is a factor in this, so please, pay attention." "Now answer as quickly as you can." "Sure." "1187 at Hunterwasser." " That's the hotel." " What?" "Where I live." " Nice place?" " Yeah, sure, I guess." "Is that part of the test?" "No." "Just warming up." "That's all." "It's not fancy or anything." "You're in a desert walking along in the sand when all of a sud" "Is this the test, now?" "Yes." "You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look down" " What one?" " What?" "What desert?" "Doesn't make any difference what desert." "It's completely hypothetical." "But how come I'd be there?" "Maybe you're fed up, maybe you want to be by yourself." "Who knows?" "You look down and you see a tortoise, Leon." "It's crawling towards you" "A tortoise?" "What's that?" " You know what a turtle is?" " Of course." "Same thing." "I've never seen a turtle." "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?" "Or do they write them down for you?" "The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun beating its legs, trying to turn itself over, but it can't." "Not without your help." "But you're not helping." " What do you mean I'm not helping?" " I 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, only the good things that come into your mind about your mother." " My mother?" " Yeah." "Let me tell you about my mother." "A new life awaits you in the Off-world colonies." "The chance to begin again in a golden land of opportunity and adventure." "A new life awaits you in the Off-world colonies." "The chance to begin again in a golden land of opportunity and adventure." "They don't advertise for killers in the newspaper." "That was my profession." "Ex-cop, ex-blade runner, ex-killer." "I quit after my wife left me." "She went off-world with some guy who made a fortune in the colonies" "I thought I'd have a shot at being human again." "Give me four." "No." "Four." "Two, two, four." "And noodles!" "Sushi, that's what my ex-wife called me." "Cold fish." "He say you're under arrest, Mr. Deckard." "Got the wrong guy, pal." "He say you "Blade Runner."" "Tell him I'm eating!" "Captain Bryant...." "Bryant?" "The charmer's name was Gaff." "I'd seen him around." "Bryant must have upped him to the Blade Runner unit." "That gibberish he talked was city-speak, guttertalk a mishmash of Japanese, Spanish, German, what have you." "I didn't really need a translator." "I knew the lingo, every good cop did." "But I wasn't going to make it easier for him." " Hiya, Deck." " Bryant." "You wouldn't have come if I just asked you to." "Sit down, pal." "Come on, don't be an asshole, Deckard." "I've got four skin-jobs walking the streets." "Skin jobs." "That's what Bryant called replicants." "In history books he's the kind of cop that used to call black men niggers." "They jumped the shuttle Off-world." "Killed the crew and passengers." "We found the shuttle drifting off the coast two weeks ago so we know they're around." "Embarrassing." "No." "Not embarrassing because no one's ever going to find out they're down here." "'Cause you're gonna spot them and you're gonna air 'em out." "I don't work here anymore." "Give it to Holden." "He's good." "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." "Stop right where you are!" "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 this year." "I don't think I've ever had one of these." "Reaction time is a factor in this, so please, pay attention." " Now answer as quickly as you can." " Yeah, sure." "1187 at Hunterwasser." " That's the hotel." " What?" "Where I live." "Nice place?" "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 of them 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." "So you look down and you see a tortoise;" "it's crawling towards you." "That's Leon." "Ammunition loader on intergalactic runs." "He can lift 400 pounds atomic loads all day and night." "The only way you could hurt him is to kill him." "I don't get it." "Why do they risk coming back to earth for?" "That's unusual." "Why-- what do they want out of the Tyrell Corporation?" "Now 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." "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." "You know, 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 go put the machine on it." "And if the machine doesn't work?" "What're you reading?" "An old favourite." "Treasure Island." "Deckard!" "I look pretty awful, huh?" "You look great." "A big skin job put the smash on me." "Wrecked me up." "Look at me!" "I never saw you look better." "Who's your plummer?" "You blew it, friend." "It ain't like it used to be, Deck." "It's tough now." "These replicants aren'tjust a bunch of muscle miners any more." "They're no damn different than you or me!" "What happened?" "Ten days ago security at Tyrell Corp finds three intruders in the records room." "Kills one, two get away, ok?" "They do a rutine autopsy on the one that got aired and what do you know, a skin job." "One of the ones who busted out." "Top drawer replicant, combat type." "Nexus 6." "I decided to check out all the new employes at Tyrell." "I test 26 boring jerks when in comes this Leon-somebody, nothing special but very big." "Did you get anything on the machine?" "Yeah I..." "Yeah I thought maybe I was getting something..." "Maybe it doesn't work on these, Deck." "Maybe I was to slow, who knows." "Maybe." "It's all over." "It's a wipeout." "They're almost us, Deck." "They're a disease." "Push it!" "Push that button." " What button?" " The green one, right there!" "What does that do?" "That's for pain, asshole!" "Oh, yeah..." "Gaff picked me up in the morning and gave me the files on the escapees." "Useless stuff, but scary." "I had a headache by the time I got to page two." "Bryant had pinpointed 12-9-2, one called Batty, as the leader of the escape." "He was a 3 and a half year old combat model." "Military tests had thrown him into every off-world battle... from the fighting at the Tannhauser gates to the massacre on the Venezuelan moons." ""Consistent excellence"." ""Top performance", it said." "It would have been nice if the other three had been sissies." "Housecleaners or something." "No such luck." "Number 18-5." "Zhora." "Originally turned out as a hot pleasure model... but had been retrained for assassination." "Her psychological profile looked like a combination of a porno tape... and a very serious traffic accident." "Leon had been an ammunition loader on intergalactic runs." "He could lift 400 pound atomic loads all day and night." "They jacked his pain threshold so high, the only way you could hurt him was to kill him." "And he wouldn't necessarily feel that." "The last skin job was a nasty called Pris." "Not much on her, but I already knew more than I wanted to." "All four were unmarked Nexus 6 models." "A so called big step forward in genetic design." "Illegal on earth." "The question was, would the Voight Kampf-machine identify the new ones?" "It hadn't worked for Holden." "Not in time." "Bryant had arranged for us to test a prototype." "We headed for the place where the Nexus 6 had been designed and grown under glass." "The giant Tyrell corporation, a conglomerate that specialized in... exporting replicant labor to the off-world colonies." "You could call it commerce, or you could call it growing slaves... depending on whether you were polite or not." "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." "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." "Demonstrate it." "I want to see it work." "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?" "Try her." "It's too bright in here." "Do you mind if I smoke?" "It won't affect the test." "All right." "I'm gonna 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." "Suddenly you realize there's a wasp crawling on your arm." "I'd kill it." "You're reading a magazine." "You come across 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 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 appetizer 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, Tyrell." "How many questions?" "Twenty, thirty, cross-referenced." "It took more than a hundred for Rachael, didn't it?" "She doesn't know?" "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." "After all, they are 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!" "It shook me up, her being a replicant and not knowing it." "But Tyrell thought it was cute." "He ran scans of her memory implants for me... a proud father showing off the insides of his kids brain." "I asked to see the personnel files." "I got the address the guy who shot Holden gave." "1187 Hunterwasser." "Kowalski." "Whatever was in the bathtub was not human." "Replicants don't have scales." "And family photos?" "Replicants didn't have families either." "Time?" "Enough." "Did you get your precious photos?" "Someone was there." "Men?" "Policemen?" "Leon must have found Hannibal Chew's address in the personnel files at Tyrell." "Chew was a cottage-industry genius who sold genetic research to outfits like Tyrell on a contract basis." "His specialty was eyes." ""Fiery the angels fell..." ""...deep thunder rolled around their shores..." ""...burning with the fires of Orc."" "You not come here!" "lllegal!" "Cold!" "Those are my eyes!" "Freezing!" "Yes." "Questions." "Morphology?" "Longevity?" "Incept dates?" "Don't know." "I don't know such stuff." "I just do eyes." "Just eyes." "Just genetic design." "Just eyes." "You Nexus, huh?" "I designed 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 knows everything." "Tyrell Corporation?" "He big boss." "He big genius." "He design your mind." "Your brain." "Smart." "Very cold." "Not an easy man to see" "Very cold." "I guess?" "Sebastian." "He take you there." "He take you there." "Sebastian who?" "J.F. Sebast" "Now where would we find this J.F. 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." "They locked him in the cold unit without any clothes." "He must have been freezing to death about the time I was driving home with a bad case of nerves." "All I had was a bunch of meaningless snapshots..." "A flake from a bathtub. a bad headache and a worse temper." "I figured if I found them there was a good chance I'd get killed." "And sooner or later, I knew I was gonna find them." "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?" "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 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?" "Orange body, green legs?" "Watched her build a web all summer?" "Then one day, there's a big egg in it." "The egg hatched...." " The egg hatched..." " And?" "...and a hundred baby spiders came out." "And they ate her." "Implants." "Those aren't your memories!" "They're somebody else's." "They're Tyrell's niece's." "Okay." "Bad joke." "I made a bad joke." "You're not a replicant." "Go home." "Okay?" "No, really." "I'm sorry." "Go home." "Want a drink?" "I'll get you a drink." "I'll get a glass." "Tyrell really did a job on Rachael." "Right down to a snapshot of a mother she never had, a daughter she never was." "Replicants weren't supposed to have feelings." "Neither were blade runners." "What the hell was happening to me?" "Leon's pictures had to be as phony as Rachael's." "I didn't know why a replicant would collect photos." "Maybe they were like Rachael." "They needed memories." "J.F. Sebastian was another one of those oddball geniuses who did genetic designing." "Hands were his specialty." "His hobby was making fancy mechanical toys." "Most important though, he had access to Eldon Tyrell." "The poor jerk had no idea what was waiting for him." "Hey!" "You forgot your bag." "I'm lost." "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." "What's your name?" "Pris." "Mine's J.F. 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." "I'm hungry, J.F." "I've got stuff inside." "Do you wanna come in?" "I was hoping you'd say that." "Do 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." "Watch out for the water." "Must get lonely here J. F." "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, jiggidy-jig." " Good evening, J.F.!" " Good evening, fellas." "They're my friends." "I made them." "Where are your folks?" "I'm sort of an orphan." "What about your friends?" "I have some, but I have to find them." "I'll let them know where I am tomorrow." "Can I take those things for you?" "They're soaked, aren't they?" "Enhance 224 to 176." "Enhance." "Stop." "Move in." "Stop." "Pull out, track right." "Stop." "Center and, pull back." "Stop." "Track 45 right." "Stop." "Center 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." "The flake." "Maybe it was a scale." "A fish scale." "Real or artificial?" "You need an expert to tell." "Fish?" "I think it was manufactured locally." "Finest quality." "Superior workmanship." "There is the maker's serial number." "990-69-47 X/B71." "Interesting." "Not fish." "Snake scale." "Snake?" "Try Abdul Ben Hassan." "He make this snake." "Abdul Hassan." "I'm a police officer." "I'd like to ask you a few questions." "Artificial snake license X/B71?" "That's you?" "This is your work?" "Who did 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 the Fourth Sector." "Chinatown." "Taffey Lewis?" "Taffey." "I'd like to ask you a few questions." "Blow me." "Do you ever buy any snakes from the Egyptian, Taffey?" "All the time, pal." "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." "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." "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?" "Ladies and gentlemen Taffey Lewis presents Miss Salome and the snake." "Watch her take the pleasure from the serpent that once corrupted man!" "Excuse me, Miss Salome, can I talk to you for a minute?" "I'm from the American Federation of Variety Artists." "Oh yeah?" "I'm not here to make you join." "No, ma'am." "That's not my department." "Actually 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"?" "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?" "Are you for real?" "I'd like to check your dressing room, if I may." " For what?" " For holes." "Holes?" "You'd be surprised what a guy would go through to get a glimpse of a beautiful body." "No, I wouldn't." "Well, little dirty holes they drill in the wall so they can watch a lady undress." "Is this a real snake?" "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?" "So, if somebody tries to exploit me, who do I go to about it?" "Me." "You're a dedicated man." "Dry me." "Move!" "Get out of the way!" "The report would be routine retirement of a replicant which didn't make me feel any better ...about shooting a woman in the back." "Deckard." "B-263-54." "Move on..." "A minute." "Yeah, what do you want?" "Tsing Tao." "This enough?" "Yeah" "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 slaughter house." "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." "I washed the blood off." "But I knew I wasn't gonna feel clean." "She wasn't a woman." "She was a skin job." "A replicant." "She was illegal now." "A fugitive." "No papers and no permits." "I was a lieutenant in RepDetect." "A Blade Runner." "I was supposed to turn her in, or burn her down." "And what was I doing?" "Trying to wash the blood off." "There's no rule that says you have to be clean before you waste one." "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?" "Did you ever take that test yourself?" "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." "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." "Whatcha doing?" "Sorry." "Just peeking." "How do I look?" "You look better." "Just better?" "Well.." "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." "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." "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?" "No good." "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 help soon Pris hasn't got long to live!" "We can't allow that." "Is he good?" "Who?" "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." "Kissing with a snake." "Stark naked." "Ok you gotta cut it out, you're making me pee." "You're making me piss, asshole." "What did you do?" "Fuck it?" "What?" "The titjob, the one with the snake." "You stuck it in, didn't you?" "You made zigzag, then you aired her out, and now you've got conscience, right?" "You've got feelings, pal?" "You fucked a washing machine and you switched it off, so what?" "Do you cry when you turn off the lights at night?" "It's pathetic, is what it is." "Two old blade runners trying to grapple with metaphysics." "Are you gonna turn out like that, Gaff?" "I spit on metaphysics, sir." "Do you think he knows where that Tyrell job he VK'd is?" "Pherhaps." "But then again pherhaps not, sir." "Deckard is a deep one." "You give me that promotion and I'll find her, sir." "...then they bust into that record room at Tyrell Corp, but that doesn't work." "Then they send in that big bozo..." " Leon." " Leon, yeah." "They send him in to infiltrate Tyrell." "That doesn't work." "Then they go after that eye-designer, the chinaman..." " Chew." " That doesn't work." "What do you mean "doesn't work"?" "Don't you see what they're after?" "Who they're looking for?" " What?" "Who?" " God." "God?" "God?" "Metaphysics." "God?" "You have six seconds, counting." "Uno... dos..." "Note to SLR pantry:" "Milk is still too hot." "66,000 Prosser  Ankovitch." "Trade." "Trade at..." "New entry." "A Mr. J.F. Sebastian." "1-6-4-1-7." "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." "Knight takes Queen." "What's on your mind, Sebastian?" "What are you thinking about?" "Bishop to King 7." "Checkmate." "Bishop to King 7." "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, 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 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 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." "Sorry, Sebastian." "Come!" "Come!" "Mom?" "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." "I want you to go down there." "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." "Hello?" "Hi." "J.F. there?" " Who is it?" " This is Eddie, an old friend of J.F.'s." "Ooh." "That's no way to treat a friend." "A genetic designer named J.F. Sebastian." "Tyrell's chess partner." "I went to his place in the ninth sector, a bleak part of the old town." "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, 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." "Pris..." "I'm coming!" "Deckard!" "Four, five." "How to stay alive." "I can see you!" "Not yet!" "Not..." "Yes." "You're not in pain, are you?" "Are you in pain?" "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." "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 Tannhauser Gate." "All those moments will be lost in time like tears in rain." "Time to die." "I watched him die all night." "It was a long slow thing." "He never whimpered, and he never quit." "He took all the time he had." "As though he loved life very much." "Every second of it." "Even the pain." "Then he was dead." "You've done a mans job sir." "But are you sure you are a man?" "It's hard to tell who's who around here..." "I guess you're through, huh?" "Finished." "It's too bad she won't live." "But then again, who does?" "Rachel?" "Rachel?" "Rachel?" "Do you love me?" "I love you." "Do you trust me?" "I trust you." "Rachel?" "It's too bad she won't live." "But then again, who does?" "Are you and I lovers?" "Yes." "Did you know your wife a long time?" "I thought I did." "What's a long time?" "Forever." "Do you know what I think?" "I think today has been the best day of my life." "You know what else I think?" "That you and I were made for each other."