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- 1982
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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.
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.
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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