Blade Runner Page #19

PRIS:

What's your problem?

SEBASTIAN:

Methuselah Syndrome.

PRIS:

What's that's?

SEBASTIAN:

My glands. They grow old too fast.

PRIS:

Is that why you're still on earth?

SEBASTIAN:

Yeah. Couldn't pass the medical. Anyway

I kinda like it here.

A moment.

PRIS:

And I like you just the way you are.

Hi Roy.

Sebastian whips round. He is flanked a hair's breath away

by Batty. The shock almost knocks him off his chair.

PRIS:

This is my friend I was

telling you about.

Batty smiles benevolently.

PRIS:

Roy, this is my saviour, J.F. Sebastian.

There is a long silence whilst everyone stares at each

other.

BATTY:

Can't thank you enough, Mr. Sebastian.

Sebastian, still uneasy begins to smile.

BATTY:

You certainly have a nice place.

BATTY looks around admiringly. Sebastian mumbles some-

thing that sounds like "Thank you".

PRIS:

Sebastian doesn't go out too much.

BATTY:

I like a man who stays put. An admirable

thing to be able to sustain yourself

in these times. You live here all by

yourself, do you ?

SEBASTIAN:

Yes....

(after a moment)

How about some breakfast, I was just

going to make some.

CUT TO:

INT DECKARD'S BEDROOM - MORNING

Deckard wakes up groggily. His face hurts. He touches

the puffy purple bruises. He touches the lip and winces.

He looks around stupid with sleep, orienting himself.

He sits up... tries to remember. Was she here ? Were they

talking ? He must have dozed off. He gets up laboriously,

painfully and limps out of the bedroom still in yesterday's

clothes.

CUT TO:

INT. DECKARD'S LIVING ROOM MORNING

Rachael is sitting stone silent at the piano, staring at a

picture of Deckard and his Father above the keyboard.

Shadows brush across her, then Deckard is there, close to

her, looking to see what's got her attention.

DECKARD:

Me and my Dad.

RACHAEL:

Do you love him?

DECKARD:

He's dead.

Rachael indicates the picture of Deckard's wife.

DECKARD:

Wife.

RACHAEL:

Do you love her ?

DECKARD:

She left me.

(pause)

Went offworld.

Wanted the good life.

RACHAEL:

You didn't?

Deckard changes the subject.

DECKARD:

I dreamt music.

Rachael answers his comment by touching the keys and

filling the room abruptly with music.

Deckard

RACHAEL:

I didn't know if I could play.

( pause)

I remember lessons.... but I

don't know if I took them... or

Tyrell's niece.

She stops doesn't finish the thought, goes on playing

for a long moment.

DECKARD:

You play fine.

Suddenly she stops playing and turns to him. Al you

can hear is the CLOCK TICKING.

RACHAEL:

Am I very different?

DECKARD:

Yeah.

RACHAEL:

How?

Her voice is small. Something very young about her.

She looks up at him for the first time.

DECKARD:

Stand up.

She does. She's looking up at him with those big mer-

maid eyes and he kisses her mouth. And then again.

She doesn't respond. His voice is a whisper.

DECKARD:

Now you kiss me.

She does -- but it's self conscious...

RACHAEL:

I can't rely on my memory to...

He stops her with another kiss.

DECKARD:

Say what I say.

She nods. His voice intimate, low.

DECKARD:

Kiss me.

RACHAEL:

Kiss me.

He does, soft, wet, tender. He backs off -- magnetic,

palpable energy growing up between them.

DECKARD:

My eyes.

RACHAEL:

Kiss my eyes.

She closes them. He kisses each fluttering lid.

She's catching on quick. Her lips are right there.

DECKARD:

I want you.

RACHAEL:

I want you.

DECKARD:

Again.

RACHAEL:

I want you.

Her face is flushed. His fingers go to her mouth --

slowly over her lips and inside, into the wetness. her

head is leaning back, eyes shut.

RACHAEL:

Bite me.

His mouth goes to her neck, her ear. His teeth evoke

a shiver and a gasp as they take her flesh. Her breath

is coming faster.

RACHAEL:

Put your hands on me.

He rakes his fingers through her hair and pulls her

into him. His other hand molding and pressing her,

working around her body and under into the privacy

of her dress.

RACHAEL:

Shall I take off my clothes?

DECKARD:

Oh Yeah.

He's kissing her hard, deep, soft. She's hardly able to

talk she's so excited.

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