Blade Runner 2049 Page #3

I go looking for a place

to hide,

and the only place is

this dark furnace.

It's very dark,

I'm very scared, but,

this horse is all I have,

so, I go in anyway.

Later on, those kids find me

and they beat me to tell them

where it is, but I don't.

That's it.

Hm...

Little K fighting for what's his.

It's a good one.

Look at me.

We're all just looking out

for something real.

What happens if I finish that?

Shouldn't I get back to work, Madam?

Check back in after DNAs.

Officer KD6-3.7.

(...)

Request:

DNA records,

children born 6.10.21.

Looking for anomalies.

(...)

You have the Sat Crystal back-up?

(...)

OK. Run it raw.

Hai.

M.. data makes the man.

A and C and T and G.

The alphabet of you,

all from four symbols.

I'm only two...

one and zero.

Half as much, but twice as

elegant, sweetheart.

You don't prefer your Madam?

You were listening.

Maybe.

You didn't like her enough

to tell her the truth.

6, 10 and 21.

There's nothing to tell.

How many times have you

told me that story?

Your memory.

The date carved beneath.

6, 10 and 21.

Coincidence?

A dangerous coincidence.

I always knew you were special.

Maybe this is how.

A child...

of woman born,

pushed into the world,

wanted,

loved.

And if it were true,

I'd hunted for the rest of my life,

by someone just like me.

It's OK to dream a little.

Isn't it?

Not if you're us.

Stop.

But up 4847 and 2181, side by side.

Hai.

They're identical.

- Translate.

- (...)

A boy and a girl.

It's impossible.

Why?

Two people can't have identical DNA.

One of these isn't real.

it's a copy.

They were both processed at

the Morrill Cole orphanage.

It says the girl died there.

Genetic disorder.

Galatians syndrome.

And the boy...

disappeares.

Where's the orphanage?

You wanna go for a ride?

Los Angeles Waste Processing

San Diego Ditrict

Well, here we are.

Buckle up.

K?

K?

K-K?

Stay back.

Fire again.

Fire again.

Fire.

200 feet to the east.

Fire.

Go North.

Fire.

Stop. 20 degrees east.

Stop.

Zoom in.

Closer.

Oh, come on!

Get up.

Do your f***ing job.

Find the child.

Watch the car.

...every last piece!

Or, I'll put you outside

where the sky is raining!

Where it's raining fire!

You're in here to work.

And if you're not working,

I don't need you!

I don't need any of...

Hi.

The nickel is for the colonial ships.

Closest any of them, or any of us,

is gonna get to that

grand life off-worl!

And I encourage play, I do.

Keeps them occupied and

And it makes them nimble, right?

But it's work.

It's work that moulds them

into a child worth having.

Come on, now.

What sort do you have in mind?

'Cause I got all kinds.

- No no no...

- I'm not buying.

No no no, this is just

my game and I play fair

No, I mean...

Biigger than you...

Bigger than you have tried

to shut me down.

Bigger than you, and they were m...

They were men at that!

A little boy came through here

about 30 years back.

I need to see your records.

Legitimate placements,

private sales, everything.

Don't keep records

that far back.

- You don't?

- I don't.

Sorry, can't help you.

- You can't?

- No.

I think you can.

I think someone like you

keeps a long memory.

Now, you can tell me

what you remember,

or I can put a hole right

here and take a look.

I was...

I was going.

I wasn't gonna leave.

They were laughing at me

What did you say?

Are you coming?

Where is it?

Oh, God.

Where, where, where?

I can't see it. Here.

It's gone.

It's been torn. The entire year.

I didn't do that.

It wasn't me.

I don't...

It wasn't me.

I always told you, you're special.

Born, not made.

Hidden with care.

A real boy, now.

A real boy needs a real name.

Joe.

Joe?

You're too important for K.

Your mother would have named you.

Joe.

- Joe.

- Stop!

How do I know if a memory

is an implant, or not?

Who makes the memories?

Dr. Ana Stelline?

A visitor!

Is that OK?

Yes.

It's just unusual.

Nice to meet you, Officer KD6-3.7.

Sorry.

A compromised immune system.

A life of freedom, so long

as it's behind glass.

Is that why you're not off-world?

Yes.

My parents had our passes

in-pocket, but I took sick.

So...

it was a new life for me.

Then, they put me in my cage

filled it with everything they

could, to keep me happy,

except company, of course.

And I was used to crowds.

What can I help you with?

Thought you might be able

to help me with a case.

Now that's the most interesting thing

I've been offered to help with, in ages.

Do you mind if I work,

while you talk?

'Course.

I promise I hear every word.

Tjey say you're the best

memory maker there is.

Well, then they're kind.

I love birthday parties.

You work for Wallace?

Subcontract.

I'm one of his suppliers.

He offered to buy me out, but I take

my freedom where I can find it.

Why are you so good?

What makes your

memories so authentic?

Well, there's a bit of every

artist in their work.

But, I was locked in this

sterile chamber at eight, so...

If I wanted to see the world,

I had to imagine it.

I got very good at imagining.

Wallace needs my talent

to maintain a stable product.

I think it's only kind.

Replicants live such hard lives.

Made to do what we'd rather not.

I can't help your future,

but I can give you good memories

to think back on and smile.

- That's nice.

- It's better than nice.

It feels authentic.

And if you have authentic

memories you have...

real human responses.

Wouldn't you agree?

Are all constructed, or,

do you ever use ones

that are real?

It's illegal to use real memories, Officer.

How can you tell the difference?

Can you tell if something...

really happened?

They all think it's about

more detail.

But that's not how memory works.

We remcall with our feelings.

Anything real should be a mess.

I can show you.

Sit.

Now, think about the memory

you want me to see.

Not even that hard,

just picture it.

Let it play.

Someone lived this, yes.

This happened.

I know it's real.

I know it's real.

GODDAMMIT!

Officer KD6-3.7,

Madam is calling you in.

You're under arrest,

drop your gun

and keep your hands

where I can see'em.

- Cells.

- Cells.

Have you ever been

in an institution?

- 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.

- Within cells interlinked.

- Within cells interlinked.

- Dreadfully.

- Dreadfully.

What's it like to be

filled with dread?

- Dreadfully.

- Dreadfully.

Do you like ybeing separated

from other people?

- Distinct.

- Distinct.

- Dreadfully distinct.

- Dreadfully distinct.

- Dark.

- Dark.

- Within cells interlinked.

- Within cells interlinked.

- Within one stem.

- Within one stem.

- And dreadfully distinct.

- And dreadfully distinct.

- Against the dark.

- Against the dark.

A tall white fountain played.

A tall white fountain played.

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