Blade Runner Page #18

Deckard gives her a look, turns back to the mirror.

Puts a towel over his head.

RACHAEL:

Would you come hunting. ?

Rachael waits a long tense moment for an answer.

DECKARD:

No.

Deckard waits before he lets it out.

DECKARD:

I guess I owe you.

Deckard turns and brushes past her so she has to

step back.

DECKARD:

But somebody will.

INT. BEDROOM (NIGHT)

Deckard is sitting on the bed, wasted, still in his

towel, clean white bandages on his face. He touches his

lip gently.

He can hear the clock ticking and then the whisper of her

stockings as she approaches the bedroom from the hallway.

He hears her stop, lost in the shadows beyond the door.

A pause then her voice.

RACHAEL (OS)

The file on me.. the incept date,

the longevity, the psycho-program,

those things.....

Her voice hesitates, stops. Deckard sits there as the

clock ticks for a long moment.

In the corridor, lost in shadows, Rachael is working up

the nerve to ask.

DECKARD:

Yeah ?

In the shadows Rachael takes a deep breath.

RACHAEL:

You saw them?

Deckard, exhausted stares absently into space.

DECKARD:

They're classified.

In the corridor, Rachael persists with effort.

RACHAEL:

You're a policeman.

Deckard touches a spot on his forehead, looks at the

wall.

DECKARD:

I didn't look at them.

In the hallway, Rachael is hardly breathing.

DECKARD (O.S.)

I didn't want to.

It must come as a tremendous relief to her. She stands

in the shadows, grateful for the smallest favours. She

waits a moment, hearing the clock ticking, hearing the

distant noises of an apartment house, then she speaks

again.

RACHAEL:

That test of yours.. The Voight

Kampff test......

She pauses before completing the question. It's a

biggie.

RACHAEL:

(continuing)

.... did you ever take it yourself ?

Rachael waits for a long moment in the shadows.

The clock ticks.

No answer.

She moves into the light from the bedroom door and

peers in.

Deckard is lying on the bed, snoring gently.

CUT TO:

INT. LIVING ROOM NIGHT

The CLOCK IS LOUDER in the living room.

Rachael walks through the shadowy room lit by a single

lamp.

She sees a picture of Deckard's wife and son on a

table.

She looks at it for a long moment as though she might

be jealous.

She sees a picture on top of the piano.

A picture of a little boy and his father in fishing

clothes, each holding a pole, the boy proudly display-

ing a single under-sized fish, the hint of a smile on

the father's face.

She looks at the sheet music on the piano, Chopin.

She stands close to the keys and starts to play. She

makes a mistake almost immedaitely. She sits and

starts again and she is just a hair tentative, but

there's no mistake... the feeling, the rhythm, the

beauty of the music. It fills the whole apartment.

CUT TO:

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Deckard is snoring peacefully as the MUSIC ebbs and

flows.

CUT TO:

INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Rachael is lost in the music, her face a mask.

INT. CITYSCAPE DAWN

An ugly day is beginning to an eerie distortion of CHOPIN

CUT TO:

EXT. SEBASTIAN'S APARTMENT - DAWN

Nasty MUSIC a dismal looking building.

Do we see strange figures in overcoats from a distance.

INT. SEBASTIAN'S BUILDING - DAWN

A shark's POV of the stairways, hallways, the one's we'll

see later a shark's POV gliding along the hall towards

Sebastian's apartment. Chopin the ax murderer!

INT. SEBASTIAN'S APARTMENT - DAWN

Pris is filling the hours of insomniacal boredom by

experimenting with her make up. A bleached white face

and black ringed eyes. A sexual waif. A savage doll.

She gets up and starts exploring the rooms.

INT. WEDDING DRESS ROOM - DAWN

She wanders into a large room filled with mannequins

dressed in dusty ball gowns.

She wanders around wistfully, full of curiosity. She picks

out one of the dresses puts it on and stands there, the

mannequins surrounding her like a family tableau.

INT. SEBASTIAN LABORATORY - DAWN

Sebastian is asleep, Kaiser Wilhelm his mouth clamped open

is propped up next to him.

Pris wanders in, studying the array of his equipment. She

puts her eye to the steroscope near Sebastian. It reveals

a world of rare beauty. Landscapes, mountains etc.

She touches a button, a blue flash erupts.

PRIS:

Oh!

Sebastian is awakened.

SEBASTIAN:

Whatcha doin'.

PRIS:

I'm sorry, just peeking.

SEBASTIAN:

Oh.

Transfixed, Sebastian stares at her. If an improvement is

possible, she looks even better now. Older and even sexier.

SEBASTIAN:

You look better.

PRIS:

Just better.

SEBASTIAN:

(blushing)

Well... beautiful.

PRIS:

Thanks.

As they are talking, Batty enters the room.

Pris sees him but does not register anything on her face.

Sebastian does not hear or see him.

Pris studies Sebastian for a moment.

PRIS:

How old are you ?

SEBASTIAN:

Twenty.

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