Blade Runner Page #4

INT. BRYANT'S OFFICE - NIGHT

BRYANT is sitting behind his big desk, a fat man in his

fifties with grey hair, jowls and gas.

BRYANT:

Hiya, Deck!

Deckard is standing in the doorway, still in the cus-

tody of Gaff. Deckard glares at Bryant and doesn't

answer. Bryant dismisses Gaff with a head movement.

Deckard glares at Gaff who glares back as he departs.

BRYANT:

You wouldn't have come if I'd just

asked you to. Siddown, pal.

Deckard glares at Bryant without moving.

BRYANT:

Don't be an a**hole, Deckard. I

got five skin jobs walking the

streets.

Deckard smiles and sits down.

BRYANT:

They jumped a shuttle offworld.

Killed the crew and passengers.

Deckard reacts. This isn't usual.

BRYANT:

We found the shuttle floating off

the coast two weeks ago. So we

know they're around.

DECKARD:

Embarrassing.

Bryant is pouring bourbon into a thick shot glass. He

passes the amber tumbler to Deckard who takes it and

holds it to the light.

BRYANT:

No, sir! Not f***ing embarrassing

... Because nobody's ever gonna

find out they're down here because

you're gonna spot 'em an' you're

gonna air 'em out.

Deckard downs his drink and slides the empty back.

DECKARD:

Not me, Bryant. I won't work for

you anymore. Give it to Holden,

he's good.

Deckard turns to go.

BRYANT:

I did.

Deckard freezes and turns back.

DECKARD:

And?

BRYANT:

He can breathe okay... as long as

nobody unplugs him.

Deckard is impressed.

BRYANT:

Not good enough. Not as

good as you. I need ya, Deck.

This is a bad one, the worst yet.

I need the old Blade Runner, I

need your magic.

Deckard meets Bryant's pleading eyes for a beat.

DECKARD:

I was quit when I walked in

here...

(pause)

... I'm twice as quit now.

See ya, Bryant.

Deckard turns to go.

Bryant's pleading look turns abruptly cold and hard.

BRYANT:

Stop the f*** right where you are!

Deckard freezes at the hard tone.

BRYANT:

You know the score, pal. When

you're not a cop, you're little

people.

DECKARD:

Forgot there for a minute about

the little people. No choices

I guess.

BRYANT:

No choice, pal.

CUT TO:

INT. WHITE TILED ROOM (DAY)

We are looking at the bright image of a NAKED MAN in a

white tiled room with a white floor... an abbatoir

without blood. The naked man is very athletic. His

face reveals nothing as he executes one physical demon-

stration after another.... one handed pushups, gymnastic

contortions etc. An accompanying soundtrack drones

boringly and while we might pick up a few key words

such as "emigration, "incentive and "Man made

that we absorb the words.. they are the music to which

the image exercises.

After a moment a series of lines cross the screen and

the image diminishes and we realise we are looking at

a monitor.

INT. BRYANT'S OFFICE (DAY)

Deckard and Bryant are sitting in the dark looking

at a series of flickering monitors. Deckard has a

bored expression on his face.

BRYANT:

We had an escape from the Off world

colonies two weeks ago. Six repli-

cants, three male, three female.

Slaughtered twenty three people and

jumped a shuttle. An aerial patrol

found the ship in the desert. No

crew.

DECKARD:

These are old slave tapes, show me

something new.

The naked man continues to exercise as Bryant

continues.

BRYANT:

No sign of them then three nights ago

they tried to break into the Tyrell

Corporation, one got fried going through

an electro-field but we lost the others.

Going on the possibibility they might

try to infiltrate as employees, we sent

Holden in to run Voight Kampff tests on

new workers. Guess he found himself one.

The screen changes. Roy Batty in a loin cloth is battering

a metal post with his fists. The smile on his face

indicates a total lack of pain. He continues to pummel

the post mercilessly his hands becoming bloody.

The only sound is Batty humming Beethoven's 9th.

Deckard begins to look interested.

DECKARD:

Who's this ?

BRYANT:

It's a Nexus 6. Roy Batty. Incept

date 2016, combat model optimum self

sufficiency. Probably the leader.

DECKARD:

Why would they come down here ?

They coulda hid out ?

BRYANT:

You tell me pal, that's what you're

here for.

DECKARD:

They must want something pretty important

to risk coming back here. What do the

rest look like ?

Bryant pushes a button. And a series of revolving still

shots of Leon, Pris, Mary and Zhora appear on the screen.

DECKARD:

Why the Tyrell Corporation? Why would

they return to the place of their

manufacture?

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