Blade Runner Page #10

Rachael nods faintly.

RACHAEL:

After a while, the egg hatched and

hundreds of baby spiders came out and

ate her. That made quite an impression

on me, Mr. Deckard.

DECKARD:

You still don't get it?

RACHAEL:

No.. I... I .... don't.

Deckard is now nasty, downright bitter.

DECKARD:

Implants. They are not your memories,

they belong to Tyrell's sixteen year

old niece.

Rachael doesnt say anything, she can't.

DECKARD:

He's very proud of them. He ran them

on a scanner for me.

Rachael just stares at him, stunned and barely holding on.

DECKARD:

Still don't believe me ?

RACHAEL:

I... I...

DECKARD:

Right. I made it all up. You're not

a replicant. It was a nasty joke. Go home.

Rachael is biting her lip or something, holding it back.

DECKARD:

Go on. Beat it. Sorry. Bad joke.

Deckard sees he's gotten through... maybe too far.

DECKARD:

Wanna drink ?

She's completely destroyed, silent.

DECKARD:

I'll getcha one.

Deckard hurries out.

The CLOCK IS TICKING.

CUT TO:

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

Deckard is peering at her from the doorway, a Peeping

Tom. He sees the shaking hands. He doesn't like this

sh*t.

He turns his attention to getting the drink. The

kitchen is a disaster area, dirty dishes overflowing

from the sink the way a plant grows out of a pot.

Deckard opens the refrigerator. The contents aren't

messy so much as unusual. He opens the freezer com-

partment and pulls out a bottle of Tsing Tao vodka

and eyes it. Half-empty.

He rummages among the dirty dishes for a glass that

doesn't actually have fungus growing in it. He finds

one that's only greasy, wipes it with a dirty towel

(making it greasier) and pours vodka into it.

He heads back into the living room.

INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Deckard stops in the doorway,surprised.

The room is empty. Rachael is gone.

Deckard stares at the empty room for a long moment. Then

he chug-a-lugs the vodka. As he brings his head back and

winces from the fiery booze he sees something.

Something crumpled on the floor.

He goes over and picks it up.

It's the picture of Rachael with her parents. He studies

it.

On the other side is a phone number.

Deckard walks over to the window and stares out.

A spinner flashes by smearing light on his face.

CUT TO:

EXT. AN ABANDONED BUILDING - NIGHT

Pris exits the building and starts across the street.

A spinner rockets past overhead. She reacts nervously

watches the spinner slide away.

She crosses the street past a window full of wedding dresses

as the spinner zips off in the distance.

EXT. SEBASTIAN'S BUILDING - NIGHT

Pris walks under the art deco marquee between the twisted

corduroy columns and into the foyer.

She picks a spot near the entrance and is covering herself with

old newspapers and trash for warmth when she hears a strange

NOISE.

A weird street cleaning MACHINE GRINDS past.

Pris watches the machine with interest, then huddles

under the trash.

A battered old truck, Sebastian's, SPUTTER AND FARTS

to a halt in front.

SEBASTIAN gets out, a young man with skin that is yel-

lowing into old parchment. He's wearing a World War

Two leather pilot's cap and dark goggles and carrying

a pack.

In spite of his youth, he carries himself like Old

China as he walks toward the entrance with the gait

of an old man.

Sebastian stumbles over the trash covered body of Pris

and Pris leaps to her feet and start to run like a

frightened gazelle.

SEBASTIAN:

Hey!

He reaches down and picks up the bag she left in the

trash.

SEBASTIAN:

You forgot your bag.

He's holding it up.

She eyes him from a distance... unsure of him. Then

she moves toward him tentatively.

Sebastian smiles awkwardly and holds out the bag.

PRIS:

I'm lost.

SEBASTIAN:

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

Both of them are silent. People are not Sebastian's

forte... usually he's too shy, but this girl is shyer

still. Plus they're about the same age... it gives

him courage.

SEBASTIAN:

What's your name?

PRIS:

Pris.

SEBASTIAN:

Mine's J.F. Sebastian.

PRIS:

Hi.

So pleased with the way that went, he forgets for a

while what comes next.

SEBASTIAN:

Oh... where were you going?

She shrugs. That leaves him a lot of responsibility.

He throws her side-long glances, but she's not helping.

SEBASTIAN:

Home?

PRIS:

I don't have one.

SEBASTIAN:

Oh.

She looks at him, a shadow of enticement in her clear

blue eyes.

PRIS:

We scared each other pretty good,

didn't we?

SEBASTIAN:

We sure did.

She giggles and laughs.

PRIS:

I'm hungry, J.F.

SEBASTIAN:

I've got stuff inside, you wanna

come in.

PRIS:

I was hoping you'd say that.

Sebastian's grey face flushes with pleasure. He turns

and inserts a key in the ornate iron mesh door and

swings it open.

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