Blade Runner Page #23

Sebastian looks worried.

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INT. TYRELL'S BEDROOM -NIGHT

Tyrell is lying in a huge bed mutering into a computer

device.

TYRELL:

Note to pantry milk still to hot.

300,000 of Tsin Tsin Vinyl;...sell.

Sixty six thousand Prosser and

Ankopitch trade at...

SPEAKER:

Quinzieme Blue entry. A Mr. J.F.

Sebastian, one-six-four-one-seven.

TYRELL:

At this hour!

SPEAKER:

Purpose of visit... Queen to

Bishop six. Check!

TYRELL:

Check....nonsense! Wait a

minute! Wait a minute!

Tyrell is frowning, gets out of bed and walks to his board.

TYRELL:

Ridiculous. Knight takes Queen.

Ha! Tell him to go home.

Tyrell smirks.

SPEAKER:

Bishop to King Seven. Mate!

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INT. ELEVATOR - NIGHT

SPEAKER:

Knight takes Queen.

Sebastian doesn't hesitate.

SEBASTIAN:

Bishop to King Seven. Mate!

Batty's eyes glow. A long pause.

Suddenly the doors of the elevator opens.

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INT. TYRELL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Tyrell is standing at the chess board in his nightgown

staring at the pieces in a fit of concentration. He

doesn't look up at the sound of footsteps.

SEBASTIAN:

I....uh.... I brought a friend.

Tyrell looks alarmed.

Batty is standing in the shadows.

Tyrell is reaching for a tasseled bell pull that hangs

over his bed.

Batty's eyes are like little coals glowing.

Warned by the look, Tyrell abandons the bell pull and

reaches under the sheets for something.

BATTY:

To act without understanding

could lead to the very thing

the act seeks to avoid.

What's in Batty's eyes completes the warning.

Tyrell decides to heed it. If he's scared though, he

does a good job of concealing it.

TYRELL:

I'm surprised you didn't come

here sooner.

Batty moves closer to the bed and the dogs slink away,

scared toothless.

BATTY:

It's not an easy thing to meet

your Maker.

TYRELL:

And what can He do for you?

Batty sits on the end of Tyrell's bed.

BATTY:

Can the Maker repair what He makes?

TYRELL:

Would you like to be modified?

BATTY:

Had mind something a little more

radical.

TYRELL:

What's the problem?

BATTY:

Death.

TYRELL:

I'm afraid that's a little out of

my...

Batty leans close across the sheets and cuts in in an

urgent whisper.

BATTY:

I want more life, f***er.

Sebastain looks alarmed.

Tyrell faces Batty with admirable cool. After a tense

pause, the old man slides away from Batty and out of

bed. He's wearing a long night shirt and he looks a

little silly. He looks down at Batty who's still sit-

ting on the bed and addresses him as a professor add-

resses a pupil.

TYRELL:

The facts of life. I'll be blunt.

To make an alteration in the

evolvement of an organic life

system, at least by men, makers

or not, is fatal. A coding

sequence can't be revised once

it's established.

BATTY:

Why?

TYRELL:

Because by the second day of

incubation any cells that have

undergone reversion mutation

give rise to revertant colonies --

like rats leaving a sinking ship.

The ship sinks.

BATTY:

What about E.M.S. recombination?

TYRELL:

We've already tried it -- ethyl

methane sulfonate is an alkylating

agent and a potent mutagen -- it

created a virus so lethal the

subject was destroyed before we

left the table.

Tyrell doesn't notice the subtle flicker of suspicion

on Batty's face... like maybe Batty's not buying all

this.

BATTY:

Then a repressor protein that

blocks the operating cells.

TYRELL:

Wouldn't obstruct replication,

but it does give rise to an error

in replication so that the newly

formed DNA strand carries a

mutation and you've got a virus

again... but all this is academic...

you are made as well as we could

make you.

BATTY:

But not to last?

Batty's expression doesn't reveal whether Tyrell has

allayed his suspicions as Tyrell approaches Batty

(sitting on the edge of the bed) and puts a fatherly

hand on Batty's shoulder.

TYRELL:

The light that burns twice as

bright burns half as long. And

you have burned so very, very

brightly, Roy.

Batty looks up at "Father" Tyrell, Tyrell is swelling

with pride.

TYRELL:

The best of all possible replicants.

We're proud of our prodigal son...

glad you've returned. You're quite

a prize.

Batty looks down in a sudden, uncharacteristically

humble posture and speaks with guilt in his voice.

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