Blade Runner Page #27

GAFF:

I admire you more and more.

Deckard exhales fatigue. His eyes close. The bullshit

is endless. Gaff smiles like a beaver. Puts the rag back

in his pocket.

GAFF:

I guess you're through, huh.

Deckard doesn't answer.

GAFF:

Washed up. Wiped out. Finished.

He c*cks his head like a bluejay waiting for the answer.

GAFF:

What about it.

DECKARD:

Yeah. I'm through.

Somewhere far away a whistle blows. Then silence. Deckard

turns. He is moving away. His back to the Mexican. Gaff's

voice follows him. Taunting.

GAFF:

You did

sure you are, man.

He snickers. His hand comes out of his pocket with a gun.

GAFF:

It's hard to be sure who's who around

here.

Deckard keeps walking.

GAFF:

Carnall!

Deckard slowly turns.

Gaff shows him the gun. But it doesn't make any difference.

GAFF:

Oye la agua.

Deckard stares. He doesn't know the words.

Ever the dandy, Gaff swaggers closer, stops.

GAFF:

Here.

He throws the gun across the gap to Deckard.

Deckard doesn't try to catch it. It lands at his feet.

Gaff dismisses the rejection with a suck on his teeth.

GAFF:

I wouldn't wait too long. I wouldn't

fool around. I'd get my little panocha

and get the hell outta here.

They just stare at each other. Gaff smiles.

GAFF:

It's too bad, she don't last, eh!

The smile is real and a little sad.

GAFF:

But who does.

Everybody knows the answer to that one.

The Mexican shrugs.

The light is brighter.

The gun gleams on the wet

Deckard turns and walks.

CUT TO:

INT. DECKARD'S CORRIDOR - DAY

Deckard's FEET CLICK along the corridor as he

approaches his door.

Near the door, on the floor, is a little tinfoil uni-

corn, the kind of sculpture Gaff has been crafting on

previous occasions.

Deckard comes to the door, unlocks it, opens it.

He doesn't see the piece of sculpture on the floor.

CUT TO:

INT. DECKARD'S LIVING ROOM - DAY

The room is dark and quiet as Deckard enters. You can

hear the SOUND OF A BABY CRYING somewhere.

Deckard frowns, looks around.

The CLOCK TICKS. The BABY CRIES. Nothing moves.

DECKARD:

Rachael.

No answer.

Deckard looks concerned. He glances in the kitchen.

CUT TO:

INT. KITCHEN - DECKARD'S POV - DAY

He sees the same old mess.

Or did she clean it up?

CUT TO:

INT. BEDROOM - DAY

The bedroom is dark.

Deckard opens the door.

He sees something on the bed. Motionless. A body?

Deckard enters.

The CLOCK TICKS. The BABY SQUALLS in the distance.

Deckard goes close.

Rachael is on the bed. Completely motionless.

Deckard leans over her, very close, to see if she's

breathing.

A long moment.

Then the tension goes out of him. She's alive. He

turns away from her with a new urgency.

He pulls the blaster from his holster and goes to the

dresser. He opens a drawer and pulls out a box of

ammo. Opens it.

KACHUK! He slams a cartridge in the gun.

KACHUK! Another.

On the bed Rachael stirs, opens her eyes. KACHUK!

She sees an ominous sight. Deckard is loading his gun

in the shadows near the dresser, his back to her.

KACHUK! He slams the last cartridge in.

DECKARD:

Do you love me?

He is looking at her in the mirror on the dresser. He

has the gun in his hand.

She is looking at his back.

RACHAEL:

I love you.

Deckard holsters the gun without turning and pulls

open another drawer.

DECKARD:

Do you trust me?

Deckard is pulling clothes out of the drawer, stuff-

ing them hastily into a parachute bag.

RACHAEL:

I trust you.

Deckard turns and looks at her, one hand full of

clothes, the other hand holding the parachute bag.

CUT TO:

INT. CORRIDOR - DAY

The door opens and Deckard and Rachael step out. They

are carrying a couple of overnight cases.

Rachael starts toward the elevator.

Deckard locks the door and turns to follow her.

He spots something on the floor, something small.

He reaches down and picks it up.

It's the tiny unicorn made of tinfoil... Gaff's

gauntlet.

Deckard looks at it for a moment.

CUT TO:

EXT. MOVING TREES - DAY

Birch trees whip past at 160 miles per hour urged on

by big, nasty MUSIC.

We have the feeling we are going to see a unicorn.

Instead we see Deckard's car rocketing through the

woods.

CUT TO:

INT. DECKARD'S CAR - DAY

Deckard is at the wheel, Rachael is beside him.

Deckard smiles at her.

Rachael smiles back tentatively.

Deckard glances back at the road, then at the vid

screen.

A little blip flashes on the screen.

Deckard notices it, his eyes narrow just a little. He

reaches in his pocket, pulls out the unicorn.

Deckard puts the tinfoil unicorn on the dash.

A flicker of a smile crosses his face.

CUT TO:

EXT. WOODS - DAY

Deckard's car bullets through the woods in a fury of

speed and MUSIC.

We BACK OFF IT AND UP, PAST whizzing branches, OVER

the treetops, losing the car as we SOAR over what is

suddenly a vast forest spreading to infinity.

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