Blade Runner Page #8

He picks up another.

He puts the speck in his wallet.

Gaff sits motionless on the sill.

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INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT (A LITTLE LATER)

Deckard takes off the goggles. He motions Gaff off

the sill with his head.

Deckard steps to the window, pulls the photos from

his pocket and studies them in the faint light from

outside.

Snapshots. Very ordinary.

Gaff stands near the door, watching Deckard.

Deckard shuffles through the pictures in front of the

window.

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EXT. HOTEL - NIGHT

Leon is looking up at the hotel.

He can see Deckard in the window looking at pictures.

Leon is breathing hard, angry.

CUT TO:

INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Deckard feels funny as he studies the pictures, his

mind changes focus. He steps aside, against the wall,

and glances out of the window.

Gaff watches Deckard and frowns uncomprehending.

Deckard, satisfied at what he sees out the window,

studies the photographs again, but not in front of

the window.

Gaff, frowning, approaches the window and looks out,

puzzled.

CUT TO:

EXT. HOTEL - NIGHT

An angry Leon sees Gaff peering out the window above.

Leon's eyes blaze with anger. He turns and runs off.

CUT TO:

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

A blimp is drifting silently over the city reflect-

ed in an eyeball while we hear the SOUNDS OF THE

STREET.

The eyeball belongs to BATTY who is standing on

the sidewalk. He resembles a tradition, the gym

instructor, short, cropped hair with the body of a

drill sergeant but the eyes are gray and chilling.

Roy Batty is a presence of force with a lazy, but

acute sense of what goes on around him.

He lowers his attention from the sky to Leon.

Leon approaches him.

BATTY:

Did you get your precious photos?

LEON:

Somebody was there.

BATTY:

Police.

LEON:

Just men.

BATTY:

Police men.

Leon looks sullen. He doesn't know.

Batty is looking at the storefront across the street,

the one that says HANNIBAL CHEW over the door.

Batty indicates the store to Leon with a head movement.

CUT TO:

INT. CHEW'S SHOP - NIGHT

Eyes. Nothing but eyes swimming in a thick, clear

solution.

The eyes are in an aquarium inside Chew's shop.

There are other aquariums and technical equipment.

CHEW himself, wearing a heavy fur coat and gloves is

hunched over a workbench in a pool of light doing

meticulous work with a pair of forceps. He is an

ancient Asian and his steamy breath and frosty beard

indicate just how cold it is in this sub-zero

laboratory.

Chew dips the forceps into a vat at his side.

Deep cold!

The forceps and the tiny item in the forceps come out

of the solution frozen solid.

A SPEAKER on the wall CRACKLES and FARTS STATIC.

WALL SPEAKER:

Mr. Chew.

Chew keeps working.

CHEW:

Aaaaaaaannnnn?

The wall speaker is intermittent.

WALL SPEAKER:

... one... URP... wants... to

see you.

Chew continues working.

CHEW:

Busy!

WALL SPEAKER:

... talk to you... Nexus Six...

designs.

Chew frowns and turns from his work disgruntled.

CHEW:

Busy!

Chew continues working while he mutters in Chinese.

Peace returns, he calms down and works in chilly

silence.

Then the door opens.

Standing in the doorway is Roy Batty.

Chew gets up fuming.

CHEW:

Busy! Busy! You go away! Make

appointment.

Chew bursts into Chinese.

Batty smiles. You would not want him to smile at you.

Leon enters and closes the door.

CHEW:

(apoplectic)

No! No! Cold! Cold! Go away.

Batty smiles. His coat is already covered with ice.

BATTY:

Questions.

CHEW:

No! No questions!

Leon is staring at the floating eyes in an aquarium.

Batty smiles pleasantly and glances at a tank of

deep cold. Batty sticks his hand in.

CHEW:

(urgently)

No! Cold!

Batty still smioing, pulls his hand out. It's icy.

Chew looks at Batty's hand and then at his smiling face.

Chew screams in sudden discovery and outrage.

CHEW:

You replicant!

We looks at Batty's machine-gun smile, steam pouring

from his nostrils as we hear the shrill, indignant

voice of Chew being outraged.

CHEW'S VOICE (OS)

You illegal. Can't come here!

Illegal.

Batty is smiling his smokey smile and Chew is point-

ing up.

CHEW:

You not belong here. Up there!

BATTY:

Fiery the Angels fell... And as they

fell deep thunder rolled around their

shores;

indignant,

burning with the fires of Orc.

Chew is bug eyed. What is this sh*t?

Batty reaches out and puts his hands on the collar of

Chews's fur coat.

BATTY:

Questions!

RRRRRIIIIIIPPPP.Batty pulls the coat apart, it splits

along the back seam and falls away like a banana peel.

Chew is suddenly totally scared, totally cold and totally

co-operative.

CHEW:

Okay! Answers!

(pointing)

Gimmeee coat! Cold!

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