Blade Runner 2049

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Replicants are bioengineered humans, designed

by Tyrell Corporation for use off-world.

Their enhanced strength

made them ideal slave labor

After a series of violent rebellions, their manufacture

became prohibited and Tyrell Corp went bankrupt.

The collapse of ecosystems in the mid 2020s

led to the rise of industrialist Niander Wallace,

Whose mastery of synthetic

farming averted famine

Wallace acquired the remains of Tyrell Corp

and created a new line of replicants who obey.

Many older model replicants--NEXUS 8s with open-ended

lifespans--survived. They are hunted down and "Retired"

Those that hunt them

still go by the name...

Blade Runner

I hope you dont mind me

taking the liberty.

I was careful not to...

drag in any dirt.

I dont mind the dirt.

I do mind...

unannounced visits.

You police?

Are you Sapper Morton,

Civic Number:
NK68514?

I'm a farmer.

I saw that.

What do you farm?

It's a protein farm...

Wallace design.

Is that what I smell?

I grow that just for me.

- Garlic.

- Garlic...

You wanna try some.

No, thank you.

I prefer to keep an empty stomach

until the hard part of the day is done.

How long you been here?

Since 2020.

But you haven't always

been a farmer, have you?

Your bag...

It's Colonial Medical use,

Military issue.

Where were you? Calantha?

Must've been brutal.

Plan on taking me in?

And,...

take a look inside.

Mr. Morton,

if taking you in is an option...

I would much prefer that

to the alternative.

I'm sure you knew,

it would be someone, in time.

I'm sorry it had to be me.

Good as any.

Now,...

if you don't mind,

if you could just look up

and to the left, please.

Please don't get up.

How does it feel

killing your own kind?

I don't retire my own kind,

because we don't run.

Only you older models do.

And you new models are happy

just cleaning the sh*t.

Because you have

never seen a miracle.

Just photograph everything.

Madam, please.

Incoming LAPD recoded cache.

Youre hurt.

I'm not paying for that.

- I'll glue it.

- And?...

One of the tail-end Nexus 8s.

- He looks like he could take

your head off. - He tried.

He went AWOL after Calantha.

With a few more in his outfit,

I wouldn't mind closing out.

- Just him?

- Just him.

Come on home for your baseline.

One moment, Madam.

30 meters to maximum depth.

What is that?

I'll send a dig-team.

Come before the storm.

(...)

(...)

Officer KD6-3.7, let's begin.

- Ready?

- Yessir.

Reset your baseline.

And blood-black

nothingness began to spin

A system of cells

interlinked within cells,

interlinked within cells,

interlinked within one stem.

F*** off, skin-job!

And dreadfully distinct against

the dark, a tall white fountain played...

- Cells.

- Cells.

Have you ever

been in an institution?

- Cells.

- Cells.

Do they keep you in a cell?

- Cells.

- Cells.

When you're not performing your duties,

do they keep you in a little box?

- Cells.

- Cells.

Interlinked.

- Interlinked.

What's it like to hold the

hand of someone you love?

- Interlinked.

- Interlinked.

Did they teach you how to

feel, finger to finger?

- Interlinked.

- Interlinked.

Do you long for having

your heart interlinked?

- Interlinked.

- Interlinked.

Do you dream about

being interlinked?

Interlinked.

What's it like to hold

your child in your arms?

Interlinked.

- Interlinked.

Do you feel that there's a

part of you that's missing ?

- Interlinked.

- Interlinked.

- Within cells interlinked.

- Within cells interlinked.

Why don't you say that three times:

"within cells interlinked".

Within cells interlinked.

Within cells interlinked.

Within cells interlinked.

We're done.

Constant K.

You can pick up your bonus.

Thank you, sir.

Caution. Keep clear.

Caution. Keep clear.

Caution.

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What's up you beautiful tinplate soldier?

So you come home now, you idiot?

Who the hell is waiting for you, here?

I'll kick your leg out you skinner!

K, I didn't hear you.

You're early.

You want me to come back?

- Just go scrub.

- Yes ma'am.

How was your meeting?

The usual.

- How was your day?

- Oh...

I'm getting cabin fever.

99.9% detoxified water.

I had an accident at work.

Think I ruined my shirt.

I'm sure I can fix that for you.

Let me take a look at it

I need a drink.

- You want a drink, first?

- M-hm. Pour me one, will you?

I'm trying a new recipe.

I just need a bit more practice.

Don't fuss.

Should have marinate it longer.

Hope it isn't dry.

Did you know this song was released

in 1966, on Reprise Records?

It was number one on the charts.

It won't be much longer.

Just putting on the

finishing touches.

OK it's ready.

I hope you're gonna like it.

I told you not to fuss.

And yet....

Voil. Bon apptit.

I missed you baby sweet.

Honey, it's beautiful.

Just put your feet up.

Relax.

Was a day, hm?

It was a day.

Would you read to me?

It'll make you feel better.

You hate that book.

I don't wanna read it either.

Let's Dance.

Do you wanna dance or

do you wanna open your present?

What present?

This one.

What's the occasion?

Let's just say...

it's our anniversary.

Is it?

No but...

let's just say that it is.

OK?

Happy Anniversary.

An emanator.

Thank you.

Honey, you can go anywhere,

you want, in the world, now.

Where do you wanna go first?

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I'm so happy when I"m with you.

You don't have to to say that.

The dig's come through.

W have a new lead.

Get down here.

Carbon read:
14.6 GPH.

Your box is a military foot-locker,

issued to Sapper Morton,

creatively repurposed as an ossuary.

A box of bones.

Nothing else in it, but hair.

The soil samples indicate that

she's been buried for 30 years.

The bones, all dismantled, fully cleaned,

meticulously laid to rest

She?

Cause of death, Coco?

No breaks, no sign of trauma except...

fracture through the ilium.

That's a narrow birth canal.

Baby must've got stuck.

- She was pregnant?

- M-hm.

- So he didn't kill her?

- No, she died in childbirth.

What's that?

Go back.

Closer.

Closer.

That.

Huh...

A notch in the iliac crest.

A fine pont, like a scalpel.

Looks like an emergency C-section.

The cuts are clean,

no sign of a struggle.

He was a combat medic.

Maybe he tried to save her

and he just couldn't.

He didn't seem like the saving type.

He went to the trouble

of burying her.

Sentimental skin job.

Sorry.

So, where's the kid?

You scanned the whole field?

Just dirt and worms,

no other bodies.

Maybe he ate it.

That's not possible.

She was a replicant.

Pregnant.

The world is built on a wall

that separates kind.

Tell either side, there's no wall,

you bought a war.

Or a slaughter.

So, what you saw...

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