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Blade Runner Page #5
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- Year:
- 1982
- 117 min
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BRYANT:
Maybe they want to find out when
they were made ?
DECKARD:
Why would they bother?
BRYANT:
The Nexus 6 was designed to copy human
beings in every way except their emotions.
But the makers reckoned that after a few
years they might develop their own
emotional responses - hate, love, fear,
anger, envy. So they built in
a fail safe device.
DECKARD:
What's that?
BRYANT:
The Nexus 6 has only four years
to live.
The screens go blank. The lights go on. Bryant pours
two more drinks and hands one to Deckard.
BRYANT:
You got one more problem, pal.
Deckard downs the glass.
BRYANT (continuing)
Looks like Holden found out that
V-K machine doesn't work on the Nexus
6. The Tyrell Corporation has a demo
model so go check it out. If the
machine fails, we're in deep trouble.
CUT TO:
INT. HOSPITAL - NIGHT
Small green letterforms skim soundlessly across a dark
glass panel. Beneath the panel a sick, white face
reads excerpts from Treasure Island, mouthing the
words as they appear in front of him. It's Holden.
HOLDEN:
(reading)
Holden is flat on his back in a breather, an iron-
lung-type of device covered in indicator lights and
exotic paraphernalia. The hospital room is in com-
plete darkness. Holden's breaths come in sharp rasps
as he reads.
We become aware of Deckard standing in the shadows.
DECKARD:
Whatcha reading?
Holden is startled, has to look in a mirror angled over
his head, rolling his eyes way back to see who it is.
HOLDEN:
Deckard, Treasure Island! Good to
see ya, buddy. Old Favourite.
Deckard looks down at Holden and doesn't say anything.
HOLDEN:
Pretty awful, huh?
DECKARD:
Naw, you look great! Absolutely
terrific! Never saw ya look
better. Jesus, you look good.
Deckard pinches Holden's cheek.
DECKARD:
Great complexion! Suit looks
really nice. Who's your tailor?
Deckard is making a joke, mocking hospital good cheer
but the touch of bitterness in his voice reveals his
sympathy for Holden.
Tears wet Holden's eyes.
HOLDEN:
A big f***ing skin job put the
smash on me, wrecked me up! Looka
me, for Chrissake!
DECKARD:
Ya blew it, huh ?
Holden recovers from his tears and whines.
HOLDEN:
It ain't like it used to be, Deck.
It's tough now. These replicants
aren't just a buncha muscle miners
anymore, they're no goddamn different
than you or me...
Deckard lights up and sits down, resting his elbows on
the glass.
DECKARD:
So what happened ?
HOLDEN:
Ten days ago Security at the
Tyrell Corp finds three intruders
in the records room. Kills one,
two get away, okay ?
Deckard nods.
HOLDEN:
They do a routine autopsy on the
one that got aired and.. whaddya know?
A skin job, one of the ones that
busted out! Top drawer replicant..
combat type.. Nexus six.
DECKARD:
Pretty sexy, the sixes.
HOLDEN:
Sexy! Three hours into the autopsy
they still think they're cutting
up a human. No marks, nothing.
Deckard looks impressed. Satisfied, Holden continues.
HOLDEN:
I decided to check out all new employees
at Tyrell. I test 26 boring jerks until
in comes this guy Leon Somebody, nothing
special but very big...
(pause)
Anyway....
DECKARD:
You Voight-Kampff him ?
Holden's eyes flutter a moment. Deckard waits. The
breathing changes rhythm.
HOLDEN:
Yeah! I thought maybe I was getting
something......
Maybe it doesn't work on these ones
Deck.
Deckard gets up and gives Holden phony good cheer.
HOLDEN:
(continuing)
It's all over, it's a wipe out,
they're almost us, Deck, they're
a disease, they're....
DECKARD:
Take it easy, take it easy....
Tyrell Corp's got one. I'm gonna
Vee Kay it tomorrow.
HOLDEN:
Push it! Push that button!
Deckard pushes.
DECKARD:
What's it for?
HOLDEN:
Pain!
CUT TO:
EXT. CITYSCAPE - MORNING
A bleak morning.
CUT TO:
EXT. SPINNER - MORNING
The police spinner is whizzing over the city.
CUT TO:
INT. SPINNER - MORNING
Deckard looks very rumpled as he sits sleepily in the
passenger seat drinking coffee from a mug and smoking.
INT. SPINNER - MORNING
Gaff is terse and silent at the controls. Suddenly the
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