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Bract RUNNER

Credits

Early in the 21st Century, THE TYRELL CORPORATION avant-garde robot evolution into the NEXUS phase - a being nigh identical to a homo - known as a Replicant. The NEXUS 6 Replicants were superior in strength and agility, and at least equal in intelligence, to the genetic engineers who created them. Replicants were used Off-Globe equally slave labor, in the hazardous exploration and colonization of other planets. After a bloody wildcat by a NEXUS 6 gainsay squad in an Off-Earth colony, Replicants were declared illegal on world - under penalty of death. Special police force squads - BLADE RUNNER UNITS - had orders to shoot to kill, upon detection, any trespassing Replicant This was not chosen execution. It was called retirement.

LOS ANGELES

November, 2019

Intercom:

Next subject, Kowalski, Leon, engineer, waste disposal, file section, new employees, six days.

[ knock on door ]

Holden:	Come in. Sit down.
Leon:	Care if I talk? I'm kind of nervous when I take tests.
Holden:	Uh, just please don't motion.
Leon:	Oh, deplorable. I already had an IQ test this year, I don't retrieve I've ever had one of these-
Holden:	Reaction time is a factor in this, and then delight pay attention. Now, answer as speedily every bit you can.
Leon:	Certain.
Holden:	I-one-eight-seven at Unterwasser.
Leon:	That's the hotel.
Holden:	What?
Leon:	Where I live.
Holden:	Overnice place?
Leon:	Aye, sure I guess-- that part of the examination?
Holden:	No, just warming you up, that'southward all.
Leon:	Oh. Information technology's not fancy or anything.
Holden:	You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of the sudden-
Leon:	Is this the test now?
Holden:	Yes. You're in a desert walking along in the sand when all of the sudden you lot await downwardly-
Leon:	What one?
Holden:	What?
Leon:	What desert?
Holden:	Information technology doesn't brand any difference what desert, it'south completely hypothetical.
Leon:	Simply how come I'd be at that place?
Holden:	Possibly y'all're fed up, maybe yous desire to be by yourself, who knows? You expect down and y'all see a tortoise, Leon, it's crawling towards you-
Leon:	Tortoise, what'due south that?
Holden:	Know what a turtle is?
Leon:	Of course.
Holden:	Same affair.
Leon:	I've never seen a turtle -- But I understand what y'all mean.
Holden:	You reach down, you lot flip the tortoise over on its back Leon.
Leon:	Do yous make upward these questions, Mr. Holden, or do they write them down for you?
Holden:	The tortoise lays on its back, its belly blistering in the hot lord's day beating its legs trying to plough itself over simply information technology can't, not without your help, just you're not helping.
Leon:	What do you lot mean I'chiliad non helping?
Holden:	I mean, you're non helping. Why is that Leon? -- They're merely questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they're written down for me. Information technology's a test, designed to provoke an emotional response. -- Shall we continue? Describe in single words, only the good things that come in to your mind about... your mother.
Leon:	My mother?
Holden:	Aye.
Leon:	Allow me tell you about my mother...

[ Leon shoots Holden ] [ cut to overhead shot of city, zoom in on Deckard, reading a newspaper ]

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Deckard:	They don't advertise for killers in a newspaper. That was my profession. Ex-cop, ex-Bract Runner, ex-killer.
Sushi Principal:	...shimasho-ka.
advertisement blimp:	Apply your new friend equally a personal body servant or a tireless field hand -- the custom tailored genetically engineered humanoid replicant designed especially for your needs. So come up on America, let's put our team upward in that location....

[ Deckard walks over to sushi counter ]

Sushi Master:	...kimashita, kimashita. Irasshai, irasshai. Sa dozo. Nani ni shimasho-ka.
Deckard:	Give me four.
Sushi Master:	Futatsu de jubun desuyo. [Japanese: "Ii are really plenty"]
Deckard:	No, four: 2, two, four.
Sushi Primary:	Futatsu de jubun desuyo.
Deckard:	And noodles.
Sushi Master:	Wakatte kudasai yo. [Japanese: "Delight understand."]
Deckard :	Sushi, that's what my ex-wife chosen me. Cold fish.
Cop:	Hey, idi-wa.
Gaff:	M'sieu, aduanon kovershim angam bitte. (ane)   [Fr-Hung-Ger: "Sir, y'all will delight come up with me now."]
Sushi Master:	He say y'all under arrest, Mr. Deckard.
Deckard:	Got the wrong guy, pal.
Gaff:	Lo fa, ne-ko shi-ma, de va-ja Blade... Blade Runner. (ii)   [Hung: "Ah, don't shit me, homo, you're the Bract... Blade Runner!"]
Sushi Chief:	He say you Blade Runner.
Deckard:	Tell him I'k eating.
Gaff:	Captain Bryant to ka, me ni omae yo. [Japanese: "It'due south Captain Bryant wants to see you, y' know!"]
Deckard:	Bryant, huh?
Sushi Master:	Hai!

[ Deckard and Gaff have off vertically in spinner to see Bryant. ]

Spinner:	...This is yellow three. Climb and maintain 4000 ... when budgeted pad six ...circumspection...
Deckard:	The charmer'south 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 take you lot. I didn't really need a translator. I knew the lingo, every adept cop did. Simply I wasn't going to go far easier for him.
Spinner:	...at present on glide path, on form, over the landing threshold.

[ Police Station, Bryant'due south office ]

Bryant:	Hi ya Deck.
Deckard:	Bryant.
Bryant:	You wouldn't have come if I'd merely asked you to. Sit down pal. C'monday don't be an asshole Deckard. I've got four peel jobs walking the streets.
Deckard:	Skin jobs, that's what Bryants called replicants. In history books he is the kind of cop used to call blackness men niggers.
Bryant:	They jumped a shuttle off world -- killed the coiffure and passengers. They plant the shuttle globe-trotting off the declension two weeks agone so we know they're effectually.
Deckard:	Embarrassing.
Bryant:	No sir. Not embarrassing, 'crusade no one'south e'er going to find out they're down here. 'Crusade y'all're going to spot them, and you're going to air them out.
Deckard:	I don't work here anymore. Requite it to Holden, he'south practiced.
Bryant:	I did. He can breathe okay as long as nobody unplugs him. He'south not good plenty, not good as you. I need y'all, Deck. This is a bad one, the worst yet. I need the former Bract Runner, I demand your magic.
Deckard:	I was quit when I come in hither, Bryant, I'm twice as quit now.
Bryant:	Stop right where you are. Y'all know the score pal. If yous're not cop, you're trivial people.
Deckard:	No pick, huh?
Bryant:	No selection pal.

[ Video room ]

video:
Leon:	I already had an IQ test this twelvemonth, I don't call up I've ever had one of these-
Holden:	Reaction fourth dimension is a factor in this, so please pay attention. Answer every bit speedily every bit you lot can.
Leon:	Aye, sure.
Holden:	1-1-8-vii at Unterwasser.
Leon:	Yeah, that's the hotel.
Holden:	What?
Leon:	Where I alive.
Holden:	Nice place?
Leon:	Yeah, certain I judge--
Bryant:	In that location was an escape from the off-globe colonies two weeks agone. Vi replicants, three male, iii female. They slaughtered twenty-iii people and jumped a shuttle. An aerial patrol spotted the ship off the coast. No coiffure, no sight of them. Three nights agone they tried to suspension into Tyrell Corporation. One of them got fried running through an electrical field. We lost the others. On the possibility they might try to infiltrate his employees, I had Holden become over and run Voight-Kampff tests on the new workers. Looks like he got himself ane.
video:
Holden:	So y'all expect down you run across a tortoise. It'due south crawling towards you.
Leon:	Tortoise, what'southward that?
Holden:	Know what a turtle is?
Leon:	Of course.
Holden:	Same thing.
Leon:	I've never seen a turtle.
Deckard:	Well I don't get information technology. What do they take chances coming dorsum to earth for? That's unusual. Why--what do they desire out of the Tyrell Corporation?
Bryant:	Well you tell me pal, that'southward what you're here for.
Deckard:	[funny look]. [interruption] What'south this?
Bryant:	Nexus 6. Roy Derailed. Incept date 2016. Combat model. Optimum self-sufficiency. Probably the leader. This is Zhora. She'south trained for an off-world boot-murder squad. Talk about dazzler and the creature, she's both. The 4th pare task is Pris. A basic pleasure model. The standard detail for military clubs in the outer colonies. They were designed to copy man beings in every mode except their emotions. The designers reckoned that afterwards a few years they might develop their ain emotional responses. You know, hate, dear, fearfulness, acrimony, envy. So they congenital in a fail-prophylactic device.
Deckard:	Which is what?
Bryant:	4 year life span.
Bryant:	At present there'due south a Nexus half dozen over at the Tyrell Corporation. I want yous to get put the machine on it.
Deckard:	And if the machine doesn't work?

[ Deckard flies to the enormous Tyrell building ]

Deckard :

I'd quit because I'd had a belly full of killing. But then I'd rather be a killer than a victim. And that'due south exactly what Bryant'due south threat about fiddling people meant. Then I hooked in once more, thinking that if I couldn't take information technology, I'd split later. I didn't have to worry about Gaff. He was chocolate-brown-nosing for a promotion, so he didn't want me back anyhow.

[ inside the Tyrell edifice ]

Rachael:	Practise you like our owl?
Deckard:	Information technology'southward artificial?
Rachael:	Of course it is.
Deckard:	Must be expensive.
Rachael:	Very. I'yard Rachael.
Deckard:	Deckard.
Rachael:	It seems you lot feel our piece of work is not a benefit to the public.
Deckard:	Replicants are similar any other machine. They're either a do good or a hazard. If they're a benefit, information technology's non my problem.
Rachael:	May I inquire you a personal question?
Deckard:	Sure.
Rachael:	Have you always retired a human by mistake?
Deckard:	No.
Rachael:	But in your position that is a risk?
Tyrell:	Is this to be an empathy examination? Capillary dilation of the so-chosen blush response? Fluctuation of the pupil? Involuntary dilation of the iris?
Deckard:	We call it Voight-Kampff for short.
Rachael:	Mr. Deckard, Dr. Eldon Tyrell.
Tyrell:	Demonstrate it. I want to encounter information technology work.
Deckard:	Where's the subject field?
Tyrell:	I want to see it piece of work on a person. I want to see a negative before I provide y'all with a positive.
Deckard:	What's that going to prove?
Tyrell:	Indulge me.
Deckard:	On you?
Tyrell:	Try her.
Deckard:	It's too bright in here.

[ the window changes shade, letting less light in ]

Rachael:	Do you mind if I fume?
Deckard:	It won't touch on the test. All right, I'm going to enquire you a series of questions. Just relax and answer them as simply every bit you tin. -- It's your birthday. Someone gives you lot a calfskin wallet.
Rachael:	I wouldn't take it. Also, I'd report the person who gave it to me to the police.
Deckard:	You've got a little male child. He shows you his butterfly collection plus the killing jar.
Rachael:	I'd have him to the physician.
Deckard:	You're watching boob tube. All of a sudden y'all realize there's a wasp itch on your arm.
Rachael:	I'd kill information technology.
Deckard:	Yous're reading a magazine. You come beyond a fullpage nude photo of a girl.
Rachael:	Is this testing whether I'm a replicant or a lesbian, Mr. Deckard?
Deckard:	But answer the questions, please -- Yous show it to your married man. He likes it so much he hangs information technology on your sleeping room wall.
(Deckard:	...bush outside your window...)
Rachael:	I wouldn't let him.
(Deckard :	...orange torso, green legs...)
Deckard:	Why non?
Rachael:	I should be enough for him.

[ sound fades out and in, time passes. ]

Deckard:	1 more than question. You're watching a phase play. A banquet is in progress. The guests are enjoying an appetizer of raw oysters. The entree consists of boiled dog.
Tyrell:	Would y'all step out for a few moments, Rachael -- Give thanks you.
Deckard:	She's a replicant, isn't she?
Tyrell:	I'1000 impressed. How many questions does it usually take to spot them?
Deckard:	I don't get it Tyrell.
Tyrell:	How many questions?
Deckard:	Twenty, thirty, cross-referenced.
Tyrell:	It took more than a hundred for Rachael, didn't it?
Deckard:	She doesn't know?!
Tyrell:	She'south showtime to suspect, I think.
Deckard:	Suspect? How tin can it not know what information technology is?
Tyrell:	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 strange obsession. After all they are emotional inexperienced with but a few years in which to shop up the experiences which you and I take for granted. If we souvenir them the past we create a absorber or pillow for their emotions and consequently we tin can control them better.
Deckard:	Memories. You lot're talking about memories.

[ Deckard and Gaff bulldoze to Leon'southward apartment in spinner, watching Leon's video. ]

video:
Holden :	Reaction time is a gene in this, so please pay attention. Now, reply equally apace every bit you lot can.
Leon:	Certain.
Holden:	One-one-8-7 at Unterwasser.
Leon:	Yep, That's the hotel.
Holden:	What?
Leon:	Where I alive.
Holden:	Dainty place?
Leon:	Yep, sure I estimate--that part of the examination?
Holden:	No--

[ Deckard and Gaff audit the apartment. Deckard finds a scale in the bathtub and some family photos. Gaff watches quietly, folding an origami statue of a man with an erection. ]

Deckard:

I didn't know whether Leon gave Holden a legit address. Simply it was the only atomic number 82 I had, so I checked it out -- Any was in the bathtub was not homo. Replicants don't take scales. And family photos? Replicants didn't have families either.

[ Leon meets Roy outside of phonebooth ]

Roy:	Time enough -- Did y'all get your precious photos?
Leon:	(shakes his head no.) Someone was at that place.
Roy:	Man?
Leon:	(nods aye)
Roy:	Policeman?

[ Roy and Leon enter Chew's laboratory ]

Chew:	(mumbles to himself in Chinese -- screams when hoses are pulled by Roy)
Roy:	Fiery the angels savage. Deep thunder rolled around their shores, burning with the fires of Orc.
Chew:	(Chinese). You not come here. Illegal -- Hey. Hey. (Chinese) Cold! Those are my eyes! Freezing!
Roy:	Yes, questions.

[ Leon removes Chew's jacket. ]

Chew:	(Chinese, screams)
Roy:	Morphology, longevity, incept dates.
Chew:	Don't know -- I, I don't know such stuff. I just exercise eyes. Just optics -- Just genetic pattern -- but eyes. You Nexus, huh? I design your eyes.
Roy:	Chew, if but you lot could meet what I've seen with your optics. Questions.
Chew:	I don't know answers.
Roy:	Who does?
Chew:	Tyrell. He -- He knows everything.
Roy:	Tyrell corporation?
Chew:	He'due south big boss. Big genius. He, he design your mind, your encephalon.
Roy:	Ah, smart.
Chew:	Cold.
Roy:	Not an easy human being to see--
Chew:	Me cold.
Roy:	I guess...
Chew:	Se-, Sebastian he take-- take you lot there, he take you at that place.
Roy:	Sebastian who?
Chew:	J. -- J. F. Sebastian-- Sebas... Sebas...
Roy:	Now--where... would we notice this.... J. F. Sebastian?

[ In spinner, listening to Leon's video ]

video:
Holden:	Let'due south continue, shall we? Describe in single words, simply the good things that come in to your mind nearly... your mother.
Leon:	My female parent?
Holden:	Yeah.
Leon:	I'll tell you about my mother.

[ shot fired ] [ In front of Deckard's flat] ]

Elevator:	Voice impress identification. Your floor number please.
Deckard:	Deckard, ninety-seven.
Elevator:	Ninety-seven, thank-yous, (danke)
Rachael:	I wanted to see you -- And so I waited. Let me help.
Deckard:	What exercise I need assist for?
Rachael:	I don't know why he told y'all what he did.
Deckard:	Talk to him.
Rachael:	He wouldn't see me.
Deckard:	You want a drink? Huh? No?
Rachael:	You lot think I'1000 a replicant, don't yous?
Deckard:	Hah.
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. Y'all were gonna play dr.. He showed you his, but when it got to be your turn you chickened and ran. Remember that? You e'er tell everyone that? Your female parent, Tyrell, anybody huh? You remember the spider that lived in a bush exterior your window? Orange body, dark-green legs. Watched her build a spider web all summertime. Then i day there was a big egg in information technology. The egg hatched--
Rachael:	The egg hatched...
Deckard:	And?
Rachael:	And a hundred baby spiders came out. And they ate her.
Deckard:	Implants! Those aren't your memories. They're somebody else's. They're Tyrell's niece's -- Okay, bad joke. I fabricated a bad joke. You're not a replicant. Become dwelling, okay? No really, I'm sorry. Go home -- Desire a drink? I'll get you a potable. I'll get a drinking glass.

[ Rachael runs abroad when Deckard turns to go a glass. ] [ Deckard, on balcony. ]

Deckard:

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 accept feelings. Neither were Blade Runners. What the hell was happening to me? Leon'southward pictures had to be equally phony every bit Rachael'due south. I didn't know why a replicant would collect photos. Possibly they were like Rachael. They needed memories.

[ Outside J. F. Sebastians'south apartment building. Pris covers herself in trash pile. ]

Pris:	Pugh... Uhhh... Ungh... Ungh...
Sebastian:	Hey! You forgot your purse.
Pris:	I'm lost.
Sebastian:	Don't worry, I won't hurt you lot. -- What's your name?
Pris:	Pris.
Sebastian:	Mine's J. F. Sebastian.
Pris:	Howdy.
Sebastian:	Hi. Oh, where were you lot going? Home?
Pris:	I don't have 1. We scared each other pretty good, didn't we?
Sebastian:	Nosotros certain did.
Pris:	I'm hungry J. F.
Sebastian:	I've got some stuff inside. You want to come in?
Pris:	I was hoping y'all'd say that.

[ Pris and Sebastian enter building. ]

Pris:	Do you live in this building all by yourself?
Sebastian:	Yep, I live hither pretty much alone right now. No housing shortage around here. Plenty of room for everybody.
Pris:	(cough).
Sebastian:	Lookout out for the water.
Pris:	Must get lonely here J. F.
Sebastian:	Mmm... Not really. I brand friends. They're toys. My friends are toys. I make them. It's a hobby. I'thou a genetic designer. Do yous know what that is?
Pris:	No.
Sebastian:	Yoo-hoo, domicile again.
Toys:	Home again, home again, jiggity jig. Practiced evening J. F.
Sebastian:	Expert evening, fellas.
Toy 1:	Oooh!
Sebastian:	They're my friends. I made them. Where are your folks?
Pris:	I'm sort of an orphan.
Sebastian:	Oh, what near your friends?
Pris:	I have some, but I have to notice them. I'll let 'em know where I am tomorrow.
Sebastian:	Oh. Can I take those things for you? They're soaked aren't they?

[ Deckard'south apartment, Deckard uses the Esper automobile ]

Deckard:

Heighten 224 to 176. Enhance, stop. Move in, terminate. Pull out, track right, stop. Middle in, pull back. Finish. Track 45 right. Stop. Center and stop. Enhance 34 to 36. Pan right and pull back. Stop. Enhance 34 to 46. Pull back. Await a minute, get right, terminate. Enhance 57 to 19. Track 45 left. Terminate. Enhance fifteen to 23. Give me a hard copy right there.

[ Market ]

Deckard:	Fish?
Cambod. Lady:	I think it was manufactured. Expect. Finest quality. Superior workmanship. There is a maker'due south serial number 9906947-XB71. Interesting. Not fish. Snake calibration.
Deckard:	Snake?
Cambod. Lady:	Endeavour Abdul ben Hassan. He make this ophidian.

[ Abdul Hassan's ]

Deckard:	Abdul Hassan? I'1000 a police officeholder, I'd like to ask you a few questions. Artificial snake license XB71, that's you? This is your work, huh? Who did you lot sell it to?
Abdul:	My work? Not as well many could afford such quality.
Deckard:	How many?
Abdul:	Very few.
Deckard:	How few? Wait my friend.
Abdul:	Taffy Lewis'south, down in Outset Sector, Chinatown.

[ Taffy Lewis's ]

Deckard:	Bartender? Taffy Lewis? Taffy, I'd like to enquire you a few questions.
Taffy:	Blow with me.
Deckard:	You ever purchase snakes from the Egyptian, Taffy?
Taffy:	All the fourth dimension, pal.
Deckard:	Y'ever see this girl, huh?
Taffy:	Never seen her, buzz off.
Deckard:	Your licenses in order pal?
Taffy:	Hey Louie, the man is dry out. Requite him one on the firm, okay? Come across ya.

[ Deckard calls Rachael on a public videophone. ]

Rachael:	Hello?
Deckard:	I've had people walk out on me before, only not when I was being so charming. I'm at a bar here now down in the Fourth Sector. Taffy Lewis's on the line. Why don't you come up on down here and have a drinkable?
Roy:	I don't think so, Mr. Deckard. That's non my kind of place.
Deckard:	Go someplace else?

[ Deckard returns to Taffy'south ]

Announcer:

Ladies and Gentlemen. Taffy Lewis presents Miss Salomé and the snake. Watch her take the pleasures from the serpent that once corrupted man.

[ Miss Salomé's dressing room. ]

Deckard:	Alibi me, Miss Salomé, can I talk to you for a minute? I'm from the American Federation of Multifariousness Artists.
Zhora:	Oh, yeah?
Deckard:	I'grand not here to brand you join. No ma'am. That's not my department. Actually, uh. I'm from the, uh, Confidential Committee on Moral Abuses.
Zhora:	Committee of Moral Abuses?
Deckard:	Yes, ma'am. There's been some reports that the direction has been taking liberties with the artists in this place.
Zhora:	I don't know nil nigh information technology.
Deckard:	Have you felt yourself to exist exploited in whatever way?
Zhora:	How exercise you mean, exploited?
Deckard:	Well, like to get this job. I mean, did y'all do, or- or were you asked to do anything lewd or unsavory or otherwise, uh, repulsive to your person, huh?
Zhora:	Ha. Are you for real?
Deckard:	Oh yes. I'd similar to check your dressing room if I may.
Zhora:	For what?
Deckard:	For, uh, for holes.
Zhora:	Holes?
Deckard:	You lot'd be surprised what a guy'd go through to get a glimpse of a beautiful body.
Zhora:	No, I wouldn't.
Deckard:	Footling, uh, muddied holes they uh, drill in the wall so they can watch a lady undress. -- Is this a existent snake?
Zhora:	Of course it's not existent. Exercise you think I'd be working in a place like this if I could afford a existent snake? -- So if somebody does try to exploit me, who practise I go to nigh it?
Deckard:	Me.
Zhora:	You're a defended man. Dry out me.

[ Fight and chase ]

Hari Krishnas:	Hari, Hari. Hari, Hari. Hari, Hari.
Street Thing:	Cross at present... Don't walk...
Deckard:	Move! Get out of the way!

[ Deckard fires. Kills Zhora in dramatic tedious movement scene. ]

Deckard:	The written report would be routine retirement of a replicant which didn't make me feel any better near shooting a adult female in the back. In that location information technology was over again. Feeling, in myself. For her, for Rachael.
Deckard:	Deckard. B-263-54.
Street thing:	Motion on...
Lady:	...a minute. Yeah what do you want?
Deckard:	Tsing tao. This enough?
Lady:	Yeah.
Gaff:	Bryant.
Bryant:	Christ, Deckard, you lot look nearly every bit bad every bit that skin task you lot left on the sidewalk.
Deckard:	I'm going home.
Bryant:	You could learn from this guy, Gaff. He'south a god damn ane man slaughter house. That'due south what he is. 4 more than to go. Come on, Gaff, permit's go.
Deckard:	Three. There's three to go.
Bryant:	In that location's four. That-- That pare job that you V-K'ed at the Tyrell Corporation, Rachael. Disappeared. Vanished. Didn't even know she was a replicant. Something to do with a brain implant says Tyrell. Come on Gaff. Drink some for me, pal.

[ Leon stops Deckard in the street ]

Deckard:	Leon.
Leon:	How old am I?
Deckard:	I don't know.
Leon:	My altogether is April x, 2017. How long do I live?
Deckard:	Iv years.
Leon:	More you. Painful to alive in fear, isn't information technology? Nothing is worse than having an itch you can never scratch.
Deckard:	Oh, I agree.
Leon:	Wake up! Time to dice.

[ Rachael shoots Leon ] [ Deckard's apartment ]

Deckard:	Shakes? Me likewise.
Rachael:	What?
Deckard:	I get 'em bad. It's office of the concern.
Rachael:	I'm not in the business. -- I am the business organization.

[ Deckard gurgles blood. ]

Rachael:	What if I become north. Disappear. Would you come up afterwards me? Hunt me?
Deckard:	No. No, I wouldn't. I owe you ane. But somebody would.
Rachael:	Deckard? You know those files on me The incept date, the longevity, those things. You saw them?
Deckard:	They're classified.
Rachael:	But yous're a policeman.
Deckard:	I didn't look at them.
Rachael:	You know that Voight-Kampf test of yours? Did you lot ever take that examination yourself? Deckard?

[ Deckard falls comatose while Rachael plays the piano and lets downward her hair. ]

Deckard:	I dreamt music.
Rachael:	I didn't know if I could play. I remember lessons. I don't know if it's me or Tyrell'south niece.
Deckard:	You play beautifully.

[ A little crude-housin' ]

Deckard:	Say kiss me.
Rachael:	I tin can't rely on...
Deckard:	Say kiss me.
Rachael:	Buss me.
Deckard:	I want you.
Rachael:	I want you.
Deckard:	Again.
Rachael:	I want yous. Put your easily on me.

[ Sebastian's apartment ]

Sebastian:	Whatcha doing?
Pris:	Sorry, just peeking.
Sebastian:	Oh.
Pris:	How do I look?
Sebastian:	You wait better.
Pris:	Just better?
Sebastian:	Well, you wait cute.
Pris:	Thanks. -- How old are yous?
Sebastian:	20-five.
Pris:	What's your problem?
Sebastian:	Methuselah'south syndrome.
Pris:	What's that?
Sebastian:	My glands. They grow old too fast.
Pris:	Is that why yous're still on earth?
Sebastian:	Yeah, I couldn't pass the medical. Anyhow, I kind of like information technology hither.
Pris:	I like you just the mode you lot are. Hi Roy.
Roy:	Ah, gosh. You've 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 human being that stays put. You alive hither all past yourself, do ya?
Sebastian:	Yes. -- How 'bout some breakfast. I was just gonna make some. Excuse me.
Pris:	Well?
Roy:	Leon...
Pris:	What's going on.
Roy:	Ah... There's only 2 of us now.
Pris:	Then we're stupid and we'll die.
Roy:	No we won't.

[ Sebastian and Roy at chess board ]

Sebastian:	No, knight takes queen, see. No skillful.
Roy:	Why are you staring at us Sebastian?
Sebastian:	Considering. You're so different. You're then perfect.
Roy:	Yes.
Sebastian:	What generation are you?
Roy:	Nexus six.
Sebastian:	Ah, I knew it. 'Crusade I do genetic blueprint work for the Tyrell Corporation. In that location'southward some of me in y'all. Bear witness me something.
Roy:	Similar what?
Sebastian:	Like anything.
Roy:	We're not computers Sebastian, we're physical.
Pris:	I think, Sebastian, therefore I am.
Roy:	Very practiced Pris, now show him why.

[ Pris throws hot egg at Sebastian ]

Roy:	We've got a lot in mutual.
Sebastian:	What do you lot mean?
Roy:	Similar issues.
Pris:	Accelerated decrepitude.
Sebastian:	I don't know much about biomechanics, Roy, I wish I did.
Roy:	If we don't find help presently, Pris hasn't got long to live. We tin can't allow that. -- Is he good?
Sebastian:	Who?
Roy:	Your opponent.
Sebastian:	Oh, Dr. Tyrell? I've just beaten him in one case in chess. He'south a genius. He designed yous.
Roy:	Maybe he could aid.
Sebastian:	I'd be happy to mention it to him.
Roy:	Better if I talk to him in person.
Sebastian:	Umh.
Roy:	But I understand he's a sort of hard man to get to.
Sebastian:	Yes, very.
Roy:	Will you assistance u.s.a.?
Sebastian:	I tin can't.
Pris:	We need you Sebastian. You're our all-time and only friend.
Roy:	(foreign accent) We're so happy you found us.
Pris:	I don't think there'south another human beingness in the whole world who would have helped us.

[ Tyrell'southward apartment ]

Tyrell:	66 thousand Prosser and Ankovich. Hmm.. Merchandise. Merchandise at--
Calculator:	New entry. A Mr. J. F. Sebastian. 1-6-iv-1-7.
Tyrell:	At this hour? What can I practice for you lot Sebastian.
Sebastian:	Queen to Bishop 6. Check.
Tyrell:	Nonsense. Simply a moment. Mmm. Queen to Bishop 6. Ridiculous. Queen to Bishop 6. Hmm... Knight takes Queen. -- What'southward on your mind Sebastian? What are you thinking about.
Roy:	(whispered) Bishop to King 7. Checkmate.
Sebastian:	Bishop to King vii. Checkmate, I think.
Tyrell:	Got a brainstorm, huh, Sebastian? Milk and cookies kept you awake, huh? Lets hash out this. Yous improve come upward, Sebastian.
Sebastian:	Mr. Tyrell. I-- I brought a friend.
Tyrell:	I'm surprised you didn't come here sooner.
Roy:	Information technology's not an easy thing to encounter your maker.
Tyrell:	And what can he exercise for you?
Roy:	Can the maker repair what he makes.
Tyrell:	Would you lot like to be modified?
Roy:	Stay here. -- I had in heed something a footling more radical.
Tyrell:	What-- What seems to be the problem?
Roy:	Decease.
Tyrell:	Death. Well, I'yard afraid that's a picayune out of my jurisdiction, you--
Roy:	I want more than life, fucker.
Tyrell:	The facts of life. To make an amending in the evolvment of an organic life system is fatal. A coding sequence cannot be revised in one case it'southward been established.
Roy:	Why non?
Tyrell:	Considering by the 2d twenty-four hour period of incubation, any cells that have undergone reversion mutations give rising to revertant colonies like rats leaving a sinking send. Then the ship sinks.
Roy:	What about EMS recombination.
Tyrell:	Nosotros've already tried it. Ethyl methyl hydride sulfonate as an alkylating agent a potent mutagen It created a virus and so lethal the subject was expressionless earlier he left the table.
Roy:	Then a repressive protein that blocks the operating cells.
Tyrell:	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. Only, uh, this-- all of this is academic. You were fabricated equally well equally we could brand y'all.
Roy:	But not to last.
Tyrell:	The light that burns twice as brilliant burns one-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!
Roy:	I've done questionable things.
Tyrell:	Too boggling things. Revel in your fourth dimension.
Roy:	Nothing the god of biomechanics wouldn't let yous in heaven for.

[ Tyrell screams every bit his eyes are gouged out. ] [ On the street... ] [ voices... ]

Bryant:	Body identified with Tyrell a twenty-five twelvemonth old male person caucasian named Sebastian. J. F. Sebastian. Address Bradbury apartments, ninth sector. NM46751. I want you lot to go down there---
Cop:	This sector's closed to ground traffic. What are y'all doing here?
Deckard:	I'm working. What are you lot doing?
Cop:	Arresting you. That'south what I'one thousand doing.
Deckard:	I'm Deckard. Bract Runner. 2 lx three-fifty four. I'm filed and monitored
Cop:	Concord on. Checking. -- Okay, checked and cleared. Have a better 1.

[ Deckard calls Sebastian's apartment. ]

Pris:	How-do-you-do?
Deckard:	Hi, is J. F. in that location?
Pris:	Who is it?
Deckard:	This is Eddie. An old friend of J. F.'southward.

[ Pris hangs up. ]

Deckard:

Ooh. That's no way to treat a friend.

[ Deckard enters Sebastian's apartment. ]

Toys:	Dwelling house again, dwelling once more, jiggity jig. Good evening J. F.
Toy 1:	Oooh!

[ Lots o' groundwork dissonance from the toys... Deckard searches... He takes off Pris's veil. Pris attacks, crushing his heard between her legs. Deckard shoots Pris... over again... over again. Roy arrives. Deckard fires, merely misses. ]

Roy:	Not very sporting to fire on an unarmed opponent. I idea you were supposed to exist good. Aren't you the expert homo? Come on Deckard. Prove me what you're made of.

[ Roy breaks through wall. ]

Roy:	Proud of yourself, little homo? This is for Zhora.
Deckard:	Arrggh.
Roy:	This is for Pris.
Deckard:	Arrgghh.
Roy:	Come on, Deckard, I'm right hither, but you've got to shoot straight.

[ Deckard fires once again. ]

Roy:	Directly doesn't seem to exist skilful enough. Now it's my turn. I'chiliad gonna give you a few seconds earlier I come up. Ane, 2. Three, Four. -- Pris...
Deckard:	Arrghhh.

[ Chase starts... Roy begins howling. ]

Roy:	(singing) I'm coming. -- 4, five. How to stay live. -- I can see you! -- (grasping mitt) Not yet. Not...

[ Roy puts spike through manus and screams. ] [ Roy puts caput through wall. ]

Roy:	You better go it upwards, or I'm gonna take to kill ya! Unless you're live, you can't play, and if yous don't play... 6, 7. Become to hell, go to sky.

[ Fight, Deckard hits Roy with pipe. ]

Roy:	Good, that'south the spirit.
Roy:	That hurt. That was irrational. Non to mention, unsportsman-like. Ha ha ha. Where are you going?

[ Deckard does some amazing climbing, then jumps to side by side building. Roy follows, holding a white pigeon. ]

Roy:	Quite an feel to live in fear, isn't it? That'due south what it is to be a slave.

[ Deckard spits at Roy equally he falls; Roy catches him with one hand. ]

Roy:	I've seen things y'all people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the darkness at Tannh�user Gate. All those moments will exist lost in fourth dimension like tears in rain. Time to die.

[ Bird flies off... ]

Deckard :	I don't know why he saved my life. Perhaps in those last moments he loved life more than than he ever had before. Not just his life, anybody's life, my life. All he'd wanted were the same answers the rest of us want. Where did I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got? All I could do was sit at that place and lookout him dice.
Gaff:	You've done a man'due south job, sir. I guess you're through, huh?
Deckard:	Finished.
Gaff:	It's too bad she won't live. But and then again, who does?
Deckard:	Rachael? Rachael? Rachael?

[ Deckard uncovers Rachael. ]

Deckard:	Do you lot honey me?
Rachael:	I love you.
Deckard:	Do y'all trust me?
Rachael:	I trust yous.
Deckard:	Rachael?

[ Deckard picks upwards paper unicorn. ]

Gaff's voice:	It'due south too bad she won't live. But and so again, who does?
Deckard :	Gaff had been there, and let her alive. Four years, he figured. He was incorrect. Tyrell had told me Rachael was special: no termination date. I didn't know how long we had together. Who does?

THE Terminate

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JERRY PERENCHIO
and
BUD YORKIN
present

HARRISON FORD (Deckard)

Blade RUNNER

RUTGER HAUER (Roy Derailed)
SEAN YOUNG (Rachael)
EDWARD JAMES OLMOS (Gaff)
M. Emmet WALSH (H. Bryant)
DARRYL HANNAH (Pris)
WILLIAM SANDERSON (J.F. Sebastian)
BRION JAMES (Leon Kowalski)
JOE TURKEL (Dr. Eldon Tyrell)
and
JOANNA CASSIDY (Zhora)

MORGAN PAULL (Holden)
JAMES HONG (Chew)

Supervising Editor
TERRY RAWLINGS

Music
Composed, Arranged, Performed and Produced by
VANGELIS

Associate Producer
IVOR POWELL

Production Designed by
LAWRENCE G. PAULL

Managing director of Photography
Jordan CRONENWETH

Screenplay past
HAMPTON FANCHER
and
DAVID PEOPLES

Produced by
MICHAEL DEELEY

Directed by
RIDLEY SCOTT

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Notes

1.	M'sieu, aduanon kovershim angam bitte. (suggested by Peter Gervai:) Well-nigh probably the original (what the actor was supposed to say) was like the Hungarian phrase "azonnal kövessen engem", which means "follow me immediately", and "bitte" is German language meaning "please". Resulting in "Monsieur (French), azonnal kövessen engem (Hungarian), bitte (German language)" Sir, y'all will please come with me now.
ii.	Lo-faast! Nehod[y] maar! Te vad[y] a Blade... Bract Runner! (from Silverman's transcription:) The meaning of Gaff's sentences in Hungarian: lo-faast is a rude expression, originally written equally lofaszt, a combined form of lo, "horse" and fasz, "prick", "dick". Together, and with the accusative suffix -t, information technology'south a shortened form of lofaszt a seggedbe, "take a horse's dick in your ass". In this context it means that Gaff tolerates Deckard'south answer as nuts and refuses to exist ignored. nehod[y] maar, originally nehogy mar, is an informal spoken formula, shortened from nehogy mar ugy legyen! pregnant "wish it wouldn't be that way!", enforcing Gaff'due south expression virtually Deckard'southward lame "exit-me-alone-sucker" answer. te vad[y] originally te vagy, simply ways "you lot are", and a is "the" So, a close translation is: Ah, don't shit me man, you're the Bract... Blade Runner.
three.	Captain Bryant to ka, me ni omae yo. This sounds similar slightly ungrammatical Japanese: "Captain Bryant,   to ka (for ane), me ni (at his eye, in front of him) omae (you, [familiar]), yo (y' know!)" It'southward Captain Bryant wants to see you, y' know.

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