Blade Runner Page #20

RACHAEL:

Do whatever you want to me.

He is and her legs can no longer hold her and she's

sinking to the floor in his arms moaning, their words

obscured by kisses.

CUT TO:

INT. SEBASTIAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Pris is staring out the window, watching.

Batty lies quietly on the couch, rubbing one of his hands.

Sounds emanate from the kitchen.

Batty gets up and goes to a chess set in the corner of the

room, a game is obviously in progress. Batty studies it for

a moment, then moves the White Queen to the Bishop.

Pris walks over to him. Her tone muted but demanding.

PRIS:

Well?

Batty finds her attitude amusing, which makes her even more

pugnacious.

PRIS:

I want to know what's going on ?

BATTY:

There's only two of us left.

Pris is shocked. Her whisper comes out a hiss.

PRIS:

Then we're stupid and we'll die.

BATTY:

Not if everybody is doing their job

here at home. How are things at home ?

Pris doesnt answer, as they hear Sebastian coming out of

the kitchen.

PRIS:

What if he won't co-operate ?

BATTY:

Mr. Sebastian is a host who wants to

be appreciated. We'll appreciate him

and he'll co-operate.

Sebastian walks into the room with a tray. He takes some

eggs and puts them into a glass flask full of bubbling

water that is standing on a retort stand over a bunsen

burner on his work bench.

He notices the move on the chess set.

SEBASTIAN:

No. The Knight takes the Queen, see ?

It won't do.

He takes the White Queen with the Black Knight.

Batty smiles a smile totally without feeling or interest.

Sebastian stares at Batty for a long moment, then at Pris.

BATTY:

Why are you staring at us ?

SEBASTIAN:

You're just so... so different.

Batty nods his head smiling, sending home the fact and

Sebastian is certainly getting it.

BATTY:

What Sebastian ?

A long pause.

PRIS:

What makes you think so, Sebastian?

SEBASTIAN:

Well, you're ....so perfect.

Sebastian is grinning from ear to ear.

SEBASTIAN:

What generation are you ?

BATTY:

Nexus 6.

Sebastian whistles.

To the couch. Batty couldn't be more pleased.

SEBASTIAN:

I know because I do genetic design work

for the Tyrell Corporation.

(proudly)

There's some of me in you !

BATTY:

We have a lot in common.

SEBASTIAN:

What do you mean ?

BATTY:

We have similar problems.

Accelerated decrepitude.

(or)

Like the fabled salmon we came home to die.

But we don't want to die quite yet.

SEBASTIAN:

Of course not...... Could you....

His voice is trembling.

SEBASTIAN:

Show me something.

BATTY:

Like what ?

SEBASTIAN:

Like... anything?

Like a million things, but he's too excited to think

of one.

BATTY:

We're not computers, Sebastian, we're

physical.

Pris perks up proudly.

PRIS:

I think, therefore I am.

BATTY:

Very good Pris. Now show him why.

Without a moment's hesitation, Pris walks over to the

flask, sticks her hands into the boiling water and pulls

out one of the eggs and hands it to Sebastian.

Sebastian is riveted, his eyes wide and astounded, like

he's just seen the devil. He laughs nervously, glad that

the devil is a friend. Then drops the egg which is

suddenly burning his hand.

BATTY:

You could help us.

SEBASTIAN:

I don't know much about biomechanics

Roy, I wish I did, but you're out of

my league.

BATTY:

If we don't find help soon, Pris

hasn't got long to live.

Batty walks back to the chess set.

BATTY:

Is he good ?

SEBASTIAN:

Who?

BATTY:

Your opponent.

SEBASTIAN:

Dr. Tyrell.... More than brilliant.

He's a genius. He's the Einstein

of genetics.

BATTY:

Maybe he can help us, Sebastian.

SEBASTIAN:

I'd be happy to mention it to him.

BATTY:

Be better if I could talk to him in

person. But he's not an easy man to

get to.

SEBASTIAN:

No.

Batty leans forward and looks right into Sebastian's eyes.

BATTY:

Will you help us ?

SEBASTIAN:

I....I.. can't.

He gets up and walks slowly over to Pris.

PRIS:

We really need you Sebastian, you're

our best and only friend.

A smile begins to spread across Sebastian's face. She

is irresistable. He sits there for a long moment enjoying

her embrace.

Batty leans back nodding in gratitude.

BATTY:

I'm sure glad you found us, Sebastian.

What do you thin, Pris ?

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