Blade Runner Page #21

PRIS:

I don't think there's another human

being in this whole world who would

have helped us.

Pris gives Sebastian a big kiss.

INT. HOSPITAL (DAY)

A horrid image! Tight on Holden very tight. His eyes

are bulging almost out of his head. Tears streaming

down his face, spittle spraying from his mouth as he

wheezes and grimace in horrid convulsions. Haw haw haw.

We're going to figure out that he's laughing, but only

after a moment, after we pull back wide enough to see

he's still engulfed in the breather and necklaced with

blinking lights, one of which blinks particularly

violently with every wheeze.

HOLDEN:

Cut it... ha, ah, ah.. cut it a haw,

ah ah... cut it out.. Deckard.

You're... ah... making me... peeeee.

Looka the... ah, haw, light...

you're making me piss, you... ass

hole.

Deckard looks uncomfortable and horrified.

DECKARD:

Sorry.

HOLDEN:

Eeeeeeee... haw, ahw, ha. Hee...

he... Hit you with a... ah. Ah.

Snake... Oh Jesus! Aaaah. Stark

... Stark naked... Ah, ah oh ah...

I love it.

DECKARD:

I thought you'd go for the part

about the big guy... Leon.

Holden's eyes change mood immediately at the thought

of Leon but the laughter has to continue like a wind-

up toy running down. Finally he can talk again.

HOLDEN:

You aired him... what's funny

about that?

DECKARD:

Revenge. I thought you'd...

Holden interrupts, no longer amused.

HOLDEN:

You don't revenge a machine,

a**hole! Your slicer cuts your

finger, whaddya do? Punish it?

Holden looks at Deckard and lets his wisdom sink in.

HOLDEN:

You can't make a 'thing' feel

sorry, Deck.

DECKARD:

They're different, the new ones.

That big one... he... it had

feelings.

Holden glares at Deckard for a long moment.

HOLDEN:

Whatja do? F*** it?

DECKARD:

Huh? Wh-what? Who who?

Deckard is alarmed. The secret is out.

HOLDEN:

The tit job, the one with the

snake. You stuck it in, didn't

ya?

Deckard is immensely relieved and confused.

DECKARD:

Uh... no... I mean... uh.

HOLDEN:

You made zig zig, then you aired

her out, now you got conscience,

right?

Deckard is smug, sure of himself. He knows the score.

As he pontificates we CUT and suddenly we are seeing

him on a TV screen.

CUT TO:

INT. BRYANT'S OFFICE - DAY

A TV monitor FILLS THE SCREEN. Holden is continuing to

lecture Deckard on the TV screen.

HOLDEN:

You got the feelings, pal, not her.

You f***ed a washing machine...

then you switched it off. So what?

You cry when you turn the lights

out at night?

Now we see Bryant. He's sitting in a chair chewing a

big cigar and glaring at the screen.

BRYANT:

It's pitiful is what it is. A

couple of old blade runners trying

to grapple with metaphysics... You

gonna turn out that way, Gaff?

GAFF:

I piss on metaphysics. My middle

name is 'death.' See this foot...

(holds up his foot)

... completely lethal! Savate!

French foot fighting. See these

hands...!

Bryant interrupts the display, unimpressed.

BRYANT:

You think he knows where she is?

GAFF:

(shrugs)

Maybe. Maybe not. Deckard's a

deep one. You gimmee the

promotion, maybe I'll find her.

If I get a promotion...

BRYANT:

Shut up!

Bryant is looking back at the screen, intensely inter-

ested.

On the screen Holden is wheezingly explaining something

to Deckard.

HOLDEN:

... then they bust into the record

room at the Tyrell Corp... that

doesn't work! They put that big

bozo... whatsitsname...

DECKARD:

Leon.

HOLDEN:

... they put him in to infiltrate

Tyrell Corp... that doesn't work!

They go after that eye designer,

the Chinaman...

DECKARD:

Chew.

HOLDEN:

... that doesn't work!

Bryant is all attentiion, staring at the screen in

suspense.

Gaff is watching, too.

DECKARD:

Work! Whaddaya mean 'work.'

HOLDEN:

Don't you see what they're after,

who they're looking for?

On the screen Deckard frowns and shakes his head.

DECKARD:

No. Who?

Bryant is on the edge of his seat.

HOLDEN:

God!

Bryant stares at the screen dumbfounded. Then his jaw

sags open in disbelief.

BRYANT:

God!

Gaff shakes his head, smirking.

GAFF:

Metaphysics.

BRYANT:

God?

Bryant looks about to erupt.

CUT TO:

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