A new life awaits you in the Off-World colonies. The chance to begin again in a golden land of opportunity and adventure. New...-- A new life awaits you in the Off-World colonies. The chance to begin again in a golden land of opportunity and adventure. New climate, recreational facilities.....absolutely free.

...shimasho-ka.

Use your new friend as a personal body servant or a tireless field hand -- the custom tailored genetically engineered humanoid replicant designed especially for your needs. So come on Homeworld, let's put our team up there....

...kimashita, kimashita. Irasshai, irasshai. Sa dozo. Nani ni shimasho-ka.

Give me four.

Futatsu de jubun desuyo. [Japanese: "Two are really enough"]

No, four: two, two, four.

Futatsu de jubun desuyo.

And noodles.

Wakatte kudasai yo. [Japanese: "Please understand."]

Hey, idi-wa.

M'sieu, aduanon kovershim angam bitte. (1)   [Fr-Hung-Ger: "Sir, you will please come with me now."]

He say you under arrest, Mr. Deckard.

Got the wrong guy, pal.

Lo fa, ne-ko shi-ma, de va-ja Blade... Blade Runner. (2)   [Hung: "Ah, don't shit me, man, you're the Blade... Blade Runner!"]

He say you Blade Runner.

Tell him I'm eating.

Captain Bryant to ka, me ni omae yo. [Japanese: "It's Captain Bryant wants to see you, y' know!"]

Bryant, huh?

Hai!

...This is yellow three. Climb and maintain 4000 ... when approaching pad six ...caution...

...now on glide path, on course, over the landing threshold.

Hi ya Deck.

Bryant.

You wouldn't have come if I'd just asked you to. Sit down pal. C'mon don't be an asshole Deckard. I've got four skin jobs walking the streets.

They jumped a shuttle off world -- killed the crew and passengers. They found the shuttle drifting off the coast two weeks ago so we know they're around.

Embarrassing.

No sir. Not embarrassing, 'cause no one's ever going to find out they're down here. 'Cause you're going to spot them, and you're going to air them out.

I don't work here anymore. Give it to Holden, he's good.

I did. He can breathe okay as long as nobody unplugs him. He's not good enough, not good as you. I need you, Deck. This is a bad one, the worst yet. I need the old Blade Runner, I need your magic.

I was quit when I come in here, Bryant, I'm twice as quit now.

Stop right where you are. You know the score pal. If you're not cop, you're little people.

No choice, huh?

No choice pal.

I already had an IQ test this year, I don't think I've ever had one of these-

Reaction time is a factor in this, so please pay attention. Answer as quickly as you can.

Yeah, sure.

1-1-8-7 at Unterwasser.

Yeah, that's the hotel.

What?

Where I live.

Nice place?

Yeah, sure I guess--

There was an escape from the off-world colonies two weeks ago. Six replicants, three male, three female. They slaughtered twenty-three people and jumped a shuttle. An aerial patrol spotted the ship off the coast. No crew, no sight of them. Three nights ago they tried to break into Tyrell Corporation. One of them got fried running through an electrical field. We lost the others. On the possibility they might try to infiltrate his employees, I had Holden go over and run Voight-Kampff tests on the new workers. Looks like he got himself one.

So you look down you see a tortoise. It's crawling towards you.

Tortoise, what's that?

Know what a turtle is?

Of course.

Same thing.

I've never seen a turtle.

Well I don't get it. What do they risk coming back to earth for? That's unusual. Why--what do they want out of the Tyrell Corporation?

Well you tell me pal, that's what you're here for.

[funny look]. [pause] What's this?

Nexus 6. Roy Batty. Incept date 2016. Combat model. Optimum self-sufficiency. Probably the leader. This is Zhora. She's trained for an off-world kick-murder squad. Talk about beauty and the beast, she's both. The fourth skin job is Pris. A basic pleasure model. The standard item for military clubs in the outer colonies. They were designed to copy human beings in every way except their emotions. The designers reckoned that after a few years they might develop their own emotional responses. You know, hate, love, fear, anger, envy. So they built in a fail-safe device.

Which is what?

Four year life span.

Now there's a Nexus 6 over at the Tyrell Corporation. I want you to go put the machine on it.

And if the machine doesn't work?

Do you mind if I smoke?

It won't affect the test. All right, I'm going to ask you a series of questions. Just relax and answer them as simply as you can. -- It's your birthday. Someone gives you a calfskin wallet.

I wouldn't accept it. Also, I'd report the person who gave it to me to the police.

You've got a little boy. He shows you his butterfly collection plus the killing jar.

I'd take him to the doctor.

You're watching television. Suddenly you realize there's a wasp crawling on your arm.

I'd kill it.

You're reading a magazine. You come across a fullpage nude photo of a girl.

Is this testing whether I'm a replicant or a lesbian, Mr. Deckard?

Just answer the questions, please -- You show it to your husband. He likes it so much he hangs it on your bedroom wall.

...bush outside your window...)

I wouldn't let him.

...orange body, green legs...)

Why not?

I should be enough for him.

One more question. You're watching a stage play. A banquet is in progress. The guests are enjoying an appetizer of raw oysters. The entree consists of boiled dog.

Would you step out for a few moments, Rachael -- Thank you.

She's a replicant, isn't she?

I'm impressed. How many questions does it usually take to spot them?

I don't get it Tyrell.

How many questions?

Twenty, thirty, cross-referenced.

It took more than a hundred for Rachael, didn't it?

She doesn't know?!

She's beginning to suspect, I think.

Suspect? How can it not know what it is?

Commerce, is our goal here at Tyrell. More human than human is our motto. Rachael is an experiment, nothing more. We began to recognize in them strange obsession. After all they are emotional inexperienced with only a few years in which to store up the experiences which you and I take for granted. If we gift them the past we create a cushion or pillow for their emotions and consequently we can control them better.

Memories. You're talking about memories.

Reaction time is a factor in this, so please pay attention. Now, answer as quickly as you can.

Sure.

One-one-eight-seven at Unterwasser.

Yeah, That's the hotel.

What?

Where I live.

Nice place?

Yeah, sure I guess--that part of the test?

No--

Time enough -- Did you get your precious photos?

(shakes his head no.) Someone was there.

Man?

(nods yes)

Policeman?

(mumbles to himself in Chinese -- screams when hoses are pulled by Roy)

Fiery the angels fell. Deep thunder rolled around their shores, burning with the fires of Orc.

Yes, questions.

Let's continue, shall we? Describe in single words, only the good things that come in to your mind about... your mother.

My mother?

Yeah.

I'll tell you about my mother.

Voice print identification. Your floor number please.

Deckard, ninety-seven.

Ninety-seven, thank-you, (danke)

I wanted to see you -- So I waited. Let me help.

What do I need help for?

I don't know why he told you what he did.

Talk to him.

He wouldn't see me.

You want a drink? Huh? No?

You think I'm a replicant, don't you?

Hah.

Look, it's me with my mother.

Yeah. -- Remember when you were six? You and your brother snuck into an empty building through a basement window. You were gonna play doctor. He showed you his, but when it got to be your turn you chickened and ran. Remember that? You ever tell anybody that? Your mother, Tyrell, anybody huh? You remember the spider that lived in a bush outside your window? Orange body, green legs. Watched her build a web all summer. Then one day there was a big egg in it. The egg hatched--

The egg hatched...

And?

And a hundred baby spiders came out. And they ate her.

Implants! Those aren't your memories. They're somebody else's. They're Tyrell's niece's -- Okay, bad joke. I made a bad joke. You're not a replicant. Go home, okay? No really, I'm sorry. Go home -- Want a drink? I'll get you a drink. I'll get a glass.

Pugh... Uhhh... Ungh... Ungh...

Hey! You forgot your bag.

I'm lost.

Don't worry, I won't hurt you. -- What's your name?

Pris.

Mine's J. F. Sebastian.

Hi.

Hi. Oh, where were you going? Home?

I don't have one. We scared each other pretty good, didn't we?

We sure did.

I'm hungry J. F.

I've got some stuff inside. You want to come in?

I was hoping you'd say that.

Do you live in this building all by yourself?

Yeah, I live here pretty much alone right now. No housing shortage around here. Plenty of room for everybody.

(cough).

Watch out for the water.

Must get lonely here J. F.

Mmm... Not really. I make friends. They're toys. My friends are toys. I make them. It's a hobby. I'm a genetic designer. Do you know what that is?

No.

Yoo-hoo, home again.

Home again, home again, jiggity jig. Good evening J. F.

Good evening, fellas.

Oooh!

They're my friends. I made them. Where are you're folks?

I'm sort of an orphan.

Oh, what about your friends?

I have some, but I have to find them. I'll let 'em know where I am tomorrow.

Oh. Can I take those things for you? They're soaked aren't they?

Enhance 224 to 176. Enhance, stop. Move in, stop. Pull out, track right, stop. Center in, pull back. Stop. Track 45 right. Stop. Center and stop. Enhance 34 to 36. Pan right and pull back. Stop. Enhance 34 to 46. Pull back. Wait a minute, go right, stop. Enhance 57 to 19. Track 45 left. Stop. Enhance 15 to 23. Give me a hard copy right there.

Fish?

I think it was manufactured. Look. Finest quality. Superior workmanship. There is a maker's serial number 9906947-XB71. Interesting. Not fish. Snake scale.

Snake?

Try Abdul ben Hassan. He make this snake.

Abdul Hassan? I'm a police officer, I'd like to ask you a few questions. Artificial snake license XB71, that's you? This is your work, huh? Who did you sell it to?

My work? Not too many could afford such quality.

How many?

Very few.

How few? Look my friend.

Taffy Lewis's, down in First Sector, Chinatown.

Bartender? Taffy Lewis? Taffy, I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Blow with me.

You ever buy snakes from the Egyptian, Taffy?

All the time, pal.

Y'ever see this girl, huh?

Never seen her, buzz off.

Your licenses in order pal?

Hey Louie, the man is dry. Give him one on the house, okay? See ya.

Hello?

I've had people walk out on me before, but not when I was being so charming. I'm at a bar here now down in the Fourth Sector. Taffy Lewis's on the line. Why don't you come on down here and have a drink?

I don't think so, Mr. Deckard. That's not my kind of place.

Go someplace else?

Ladies and Gentlemen. Taffy Lewis presents Miss Salomé and the snake. Watch her take the pleasures from the serpent that once corrupted man.

Excuse me, Miss Salomé, can I talk to you for a minute? I'm from the American Federation of Variety Artists.

Oh, yeah?

I'm not here to make you join. No ma'am. That's not my department. Actually, uh. I'm from the, uh, Confidential Committee on Moral Abuses.

Committee of Moral Abuses?

Yes, ma'am. There's been some reports that the management has been taking liberties with the artists in this place.

I don't know nothing about it.

Have you felt yourself to be exploited in any way?

How do you mean, exploited?

Well, like to get this job. I mean, did you do, or- or were you asked to do anything lewd or unsavory or otherwise, uh, repulsive to your person, huh?

Ha. Are you for real?

Oh yeah. I'd like to check your dressing room if I may.

For what?

For, uh, for holes.

Holes?

You'd be surprised what a guy'd go through to get a glimpse of a beautiful body.

No, I wouldn't.

Little, uh, dirty holes they uh, drill in the wall so they can watch a lady undress. -- Is this a real snake?

Of course it's not real. Do you think I'd be working in a place like this if I could afford a real snake? -- So if somebody does try to exploit me, who do I go to about it?

Me.

You're a dedicated man.

Hari, Hari. Hari, Hari. Hari, Hari.

Cross now... Don't walk...

Move! Get out of the way!

Leon.

How old am I?

I don't know.

My birthday is April 10, 2017. How long do I live?

Four years.

More than you. Painful to live in fear, isn't it? Nothing is worse than having an itch you can never scratch.

Oh, I agree.

Wake up! Time to die.

Shakes? Me too.

What?

I get 'em bad. It's part of the business.

I'm not in the business. -- I am the business.

What if I go north. Disappear. Would you come after me? Hunt me?

No. No, I wouldn't. I owe you one. But somebody would.

Deckard? You know those files on me The incept date, the longevity, those things. You saw them?

They're classified.

But you're a policeman.

I didn't look at them.

You know that Voight-Kampf test of yours? Did you ever take that test yourself? Deckard?

I dreamt music.

I didn't know if I could play. I remember lessons. I don't know if it's me or Tyrell's niece.

You play beautifully.

Say kiss me.

I can't rely on...

Say kiss me.

Kiss me.

I want you.

I want you.

Again.

I want you. Put your hands on me.

Whatcha doing?

Sorry, just peeking.

Oh.

How do I look?

You look better.

Just better?

Well, you look beautiful.

Thanks. -- How old are you?

Twenty-five.

What's your problem?

Methuselah's syndrome.

What's that?

My glands. They grow old too fast.

Is that why you're still on earth?

Yeah, I couldn't pass the medical. Anyway, I kind of like it here.

I like you just the way you are. Hi Roy.

Ah, gosh. You've really got some nice toys here.

This is the friend I was telling you about. This is my savior J. F. Sebastian.

Sebastian. I like a man that stays put. You live here all by yourself, do ya?

Yes. -- How 'bout some breakfast. I was just gonna make some. Excuse me.

Well?

Leon...

What's going on.

Ah... There's only two of us now.

Then we're stupid and we'll die.

No we won't.

No, knight takes queen, see. No good.

Why are you staring at us Sebastian?

Because. You're so different. You're so perfect.

Yes.

What generation are you?

Nexus six.

Ah, I knew it. 'Cause I do genetic design work for the Tyrell Corporation. There's some of me in you. Show me something.

Like what?

Like anything.

We're not computers Sebastian, we're physical.

I think, Sebastian, therefore I am.

Very good Pris, now show him why.

We've got a lot in common.

What do you mean?

Similar problems.

Accelerated decrepitude.

I don't know much about biomechanics, Roy, I wish I did.

If we don't find help soon, Pris hasn't got long to live. We can't allow that. -- Is he good?

Who?

Your opponent.

Oh, Dr. Tyrell? I've only beaten him once in chess. He's a genius. He designed you.

Maybe he could help.

I'd be happy to mention it to him.

Better if I talk to him in person.

Umh.

But I understand he's a sort of hard man to get to.

Yes, very.

Will you help us?

I can't.

We need you Sebastian. You're our best and only friend.

(strange accent) We're so happy you found us.

I don't think there's another human being in the whole world who would have helped us.

66 thousand Prosser and Ankovich. Hmm.. Trade. Trade at--

New entry. A Mr. J. F. Sebastian. 1-6-4-1-7.

At this hour? What can I do for you Sebastian.

Queen to Bishop 6. Check.

Nonsense. Just a moment. Mmm. Queen to Bishop 6. Ridiculous. Queen to Bishop 6. Hmm... Knight takes Queen. -- What's on your mind Sebastian? What are you thinking about.

(whispered) Bishop to King 7. Checkmate.

Bishop to King 7. Checkmate, I think.

Got a brainstorm, huh, Sebastian? Milk and cookies kept you awake, huh? Lets discuss this. You better come up, Sebastian.

Mr. Tyrell. I-- I brought a friend.

I'm surprised you didn't come here sooner.

It's not an easy thing to meet your maker.

And what can he do for you?

Can the maker repair what he makes.

Would you like to be modified?

Stay here. -- I had in mind something a little more radical.

What-- What seems to be the problem?

Death.

Death. Well, I'm afraid that's a little out of my jurisdiction, you--

I want more life, fucker.

The facts of life. To make an alteration in the evolvment of an organic life system is fatal. A coding sequence cannot be revised once it's been established.

Why not?

Because by the second day of incubation, any cells that have undergone reversion mutations give rise to revertant colonies like rats leaving a sinking ship. Then the ship sinks.

What about EMS recombination.

We've already tried it. Ethyl methane sulfonate as an alkylating agent a potent mutagen It created a virus so lethal the subject was dead before he left the table.

Then a repressive protein that blocks the operating cells.

Wouldn't obstruct replication, but it does give rise to an error in replication so that the newly formed DNA strand carries the mutation and you've got a virus again. But, uh, this-- all of this is academic. You were made as well as we could make you.

But not to last.

The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long. And you have burned so very very brightly, Roy. Look at you. You're the prodigal son. You're quite a prize!

I've done questionable things.

Also extraordinary things. Revel in your time.

Nothing the god of biomechanics wouldn't let you in heaven for.

Body identified with Tyrell a twenty-five year old male caucasian named Sebastian. J. F. Sebastian. Address Bradbury apartments, ninth sector. NM46751. I want you to go down there---

This sector's closed to ground traffic. What are you doing here?

I'm working. What are you doing?

Arresting you. That's what I'm doing.

I'm Deckard. Blade Runner. Two sixty three-fifty four. I'm filed and monitored

Hold on. Checking. -- Okay, checked and cleared. Have a better one.

Hello?

Hi, is J. F. there?

Who is it?

This is Eddie. An old friend of J. F.'s.

Ooh. That's no way to treat a friend.

Home again, home again, jiggity jig. Good evening J. F.

Oooh!

Not very sporting to fire on an unarmed opponent. I thought you were supposed to be good. Aren't you the good man? Come on Deckard. Show me what you're made of.

Proud of yourself, little man? This is for Zhora.

Arrggh.

This is for Pris.

Arrgghh.

Come on, Deckard, I'm right here, but you've got to shoot straight.

Straight doesn't seem to be good enough. Now it's my turn. I'm gonna give you a few seconds before I come. One, Two. Three, Four. -- Pris...

Arrghhh.

(singing) I'm coming. -- Four, five. How to stay alive. -- I can see you! -- (grasping hand) Not yet. Not...

Deckard-- Yes...

You better get it up, or I'm gonna have to kill ya! Unless you're alive, you can't play, and if you don't play... Six, seven. Go to hell, go to heaven.

Good, that's the spirit.

That hurt. That was irrational. Not to mention, unsportsman-like. Ha ha ha. Where are you going?

Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave.

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the darkness at Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time like tears in rain. Time to die.

You've done a man's job, sir. I guess you're through, huh?

Finished.

It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?

Rachael? Rachael? Rachael?

Do you love me?

I love you.

Do you trust me?

I trust you.

Rachael?