Blade Runner Page #24

BATTY:

I've done questionable things.

TYRELL:

Also extraordinary things. --

BATTY:

Nothing the God of bio-mechanics

wouldn't let you in heaven for.

Tyrell in a burst of camaraderie, decides to give

laughing a try and comes out with a little titter.

After all, Roy Batty, that swell replicant is about

to embrace him. Everything's gonna be okay after all.

Batty gets up from the bed and puts his hands around

Tyrell's face.

CRACK! Tyrell's skull cracks like dry wood.

Sebastian stares in horror.

SQUISH! Batty squashes the head in a gruesome moment.

Tyrell slumps to the floor like empty clothes.

Batty looks at the remains with disgust.

BATTY:

Revertant colonies! Methane sulfate!

Bright lights!

Batty turns to Sebastian.

Sebastian looks like a heart attack.

Batty's eyes glow with fury.

Sebastian cowers.

EXT. ELEVATOR - NIGHT

The tiny elevator whizzes down the huge nighttime pyramid.

INT. ELEVATOR - NIGHT

Lights flash, the buzzer sounds and the elevator stops.

The speaker crackles.

SPEAKER:

Dix huitieme Rouge. 18 Red.

You have ten seconds.

Counting!

Un... de.......

CLICK! Batty slaps one of Sebastian's many cards into

the slot almost instantly.

The lights go off, the elevator hums again.

Batty is alone, solemn. The numbers reflect on his face.

CUT TO:

EXT. SEBASTIAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

The spinner comes down in a whirlwind of garbage blown

up from the street.

Deckard gets out and looks at the building.

CUT TO:

INT. LOBBY/SEBASTIAN'S - NIGHT

Deckard steps cautiously into the gloom and looks around.

The shadow areas look dangerous. The place looks vacant.

Deckard pulls his blaster out.

DECKARD:

Mr. Sebastian?

No answer. His voice echoes in the emptiness.

Deckard walks across the dark lobby, stepping around the

heaps of trash, his footfalls echoing noisily in the silence.

CUT TO:

INT. SEBASTIAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Pris is pacing nervously around the room.

INT. STAIRWELL/SEBASTIAN'S BUILDING - NIGHT

Deckard is at the foot of the gloomy stairwell looking

up. He can hear faint noises... very eerie.

Cautiously he begins to climb, blaster ready.

The noises continue.

CUT TO:

INT. SEBASTIAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Pris is lurking in the shadows like a vampire, she hears

footsteps.

INT. STAIRWELL - NIGHT

Deckard is several flights up now, listening to the eerie

noises.

He starts up, stumbles on a piece of masonry.

The masonry clatters noisily down the stairwell.

Deckard freezes blaster ready.

CUT TO:

INT. SEBASTIAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Pris is alert listening to the clattering echo die.

She frowns. Is it Batty?

INT. STAIRWELL - NIGHT

Deckard cautiously starts to climb again, tiptoeing,

blaster ready.

INT. SEBASTIAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

A shadowy hallway cluttered with debris.. spooky.

Nothing moves.

Then we catch the sight of something. Deckard ! He enters

the hallway, pressed flat against a wall , weapon up.

Very carefully he slides along the wall.

We can see a doorway ahead of him, the door to Sebastian's

apartment.

He moves to the door. It's open a crack. He peeks in.

The apartment seems empty.

INT. SEBASTIAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Deckard inches the door open, blaster ready. He looks

around warily studying the apartment. He sees nothing

moving.

He levels his blaster, arm extended full out cop-style,

as he ventures deeper into the apartment.

Suddenly a noise behind him makes him spin, blaster pointed.

A mouse runs across the floor.

Deep breath.

WHUMP! Pris drops on Deckard from above and wraps her

bare thighs around his neck as she takes him down.

Deckard finds himself choking ot death in bare thighs

as she applies a brutal scissors grip with her legs.

All he can do is bite at the flesh near her crotch as

he fights for air and life.

Pris might look like a punk waif but she's a powerful

replicant and Deckard is

falls from his hand as he writhes and

his body.

Finally he gets his head loose and gasps for air but

she is immediately sitting on his chest and he looks up

into her furious face and flailing fists.

Deckard grabs at her trying to fight her off, tears

her tank top loose, exposing one breast, but a lot of

good that does him.

Pris starts to choke Deckard with one hand and Deckard's

only hope is to grasp blindly for his blaster on the floor.

His hand paws wildly... he can't look... in the general

area, and when he feels it he grabs it. He struggles

to point it at her.

DECKARD:

Please! I don't want...

She catches his gun wrist and he fires a shot widly.

BOW! Masonry erupts on the ceiling.

Dekcard struggles to point the weapon but she has his

wrist in her replicant grip.

DECKARD:

Please! I don't want to kill you.

Fat chance! It doesn't look like he could if he wanted

to. She's choking him with one hand, squeezing the

weapon loose with the other.

Deckard, fighting for breath and life, gives a violent

wrench and manages to bring the weapon to bear just

long enough to squeeze off one shot.

BOW! Pris's left arm is torn away at the shoulder.

Pris's face erupts in fury as she clutches at the

empty socket.

Deckard rolls free and tries to cover her.

DECKARD:

Please! I...

WHAP! She kicks him in the chest and he flies back

into a wall.

She's advancing on him, kicking like some martial arts

master... WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

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