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


EXT. PRECINCT SPINNER PAD: The spinner slides toward the pad, cuts speed and gently touches down.


CUT TO INT. POLICE HQ CONCOURSE - NIGHT: An enormous grey vault of a building, Deckard and Gaff stride down the long corridor. Perhaps Gaff is still jabbering.


INT. BRYANT'S OFFICE: Bryant is sitting behind his big desk, a fat man in his fifties with grey hair, jowls and gas.


BRYANT: Hiya, Deck!

DECKARD: Bryant.


Deckard is standing in the doorway, still in the custody of Gaff.

BRYANT: You wouldn't have come if I'd just asked you to. Siddown, pal.


Deckard glares at Bryant without moving.

BRYANT: C'mon don't be an asshole, Deckard. I got four skin jobs walking the streets.


Deckard sits down with a look of contempt on his face.

BRYANT: They jumped a shuttle offworld. Killed the crew and passengers. They found the shuttle drifting 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 embarrassing ... 'cause nobody's ever gonna find out they're down here. 'Cause you're going to spot them, and you're going to air them out.

Deckard downs his drink and slides the empty back.


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

BRYANT: I did. He can breathe okay as long as nobody unplugs him. 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.

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


Deckard has heard enough and gets up to leave.

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

DECKARD: No choice, huh?

BRYANT: No choice, pal.


Gaff sitting quietly, picks out a piece of crumpled paper from an ashtray and enjoys his past time of creating origami figurines.


CUT TO INT. VIDEO ROOM (DAY): Deckard and Bryant are sitting in the dark looking at a series of flickering monitors. Deckard has a bored expression on his face.


They are watching a video of Leon's recorded VK test.

BRYANT: There was an escape from the off-world colonies two weeks ago. Six replicants, three male, three female. They slaughtered 23 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. Two 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.


Leon's recorded VK test continues along with his personal data.

BRYANT: That's Leon. Ammunition loader of inter-galactic runs. He can lift 400 pound atomic loads all day and night. The only way you can hurt him is to kill him.


DECKARD: 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?

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


Bryant pushes a button. And a series of revolving still shots of Leon, Pris, Mary and Zhora appear on the screen. Roy Batty's head is shown, he has a swimmer's-like cap on. Deckard begins to look interested.

DECKARD: What's this?


BRYANT: 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.


DECKARD: Which is what?

BRYANT: 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.

DECKARD: And if the machine doesn't work?

Bryant doesn't answer, just looks away.









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