DECKARD: She doesn't know.
TYRELL: She's beginning to suspect, I think.
DECKARD: Suspect! How can it not know what it is?
TYRELL: Commerce . . . is our goal here at Tyrell. More human than human is our motto. Rachel is an experiment . . . nothing more.
Tyrell approaches closer to Deckard.
TYRELL: We began to recognize in them, strange obsession. After all, they are emotionally inexperienced with only a few years in which to store up the experiences which you and I take for granted. If we gift them a past... we create a cushion or pillow for their emotions.. and consequently we can control them better.
DECKARD: Memories. . . you're talking about memories.
Deckard and Gaff leave the Tyrell Corporation and head back to the city while Deckard watches the video of Leon's VK test.
Holden : Reaction time is a factor in this, so please pay attention. Now, answer as quickly as you can.
Holden:1-1-8-7 at Hunterwasser.
Leon: Yeah, That's the hotel.
Leon: Where I live.
Holden: Nice place?
Leon: Yeah, sure I guess--that part of the test?
CUT TO EXT. OF THE HOTEL - NIGHT: They arrive at the hotel, the addresss Leon provided. The hotel is in a seedy part of town. It's raining, it always seems to be raining. Deckard and Gaff are standing in front of the hotel, looking it over. Deckard and Gaff approach the hotel.
CUT TO INT. HOTEL ROOM: The landlord gives Deckard and Gaff access to the apartment. It's extremely dark, Deckard flicks on a light while Gaff, who shows little interest in the room, entertains himself with his origami hobby.
Deckard is in the bathroom inspecting a filthy bathtub. He touches his finger to a dark liquid.....blood? Unknown. He notices a small item a few inches away, he picks it up to inspect it, then places it in a small plastic evidence pouch.
Gaff waits quietly, folding an origami statue of a man with an erection.
CUT TO EXT. STREET: Across the street, a silohuette of a man appears and is watching the hotel.
BACK TO INT. HOTEL ROOM: Deckard is going through dresser drawers and finds a stack of photos. He thumbs through them, more evidence to explore.
BACK TO EXT. STREET: The pavement glistens from fresh rain with a steady flow of rising steam. A large utility vehicle approaches.
BATTY (speaking to himself): Time . . . enough.
Roy resembles a traditional gym instructor, cropped hair with the body of a drill sergeant but the eyes are chilling. Roy Batty is a presence of force with a lazy, but acute sense of what goes on around him.
He's standing in a glass encased booth and hears a gentle double tap . . . it's Leon. Batty comes out to approach him.
BATTY: Did you get your precious photos?
LEON: (shakes his head no) Someone was there.
Leon looks away and nods yes.
BATTY: Police . . . men?
Leon looks sullen and doesn't answer. Batty walks away, Leon follows him. A pack of bicycle riders glide through the street.
Batty is looking at the store front, the one that says Hannibal Chew over the door. Batty and Leon enter.
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.
The door opens, Roy and Leon enter Chew's laboratory. Chew mumbles to himself in Chinese, then screams when hoses are pulled by Roy.
He's cursing in Chinese then speaks into a microphone but no one answers.
BATTY: Fiery the angels fell. Deep thunder rolled around their shores, burning with the fires of Orc.
CHEW: You not come here. Illegal -- Hey. . . Hey! Cold! Those are my eyes! Freezing!
Leon walks over to one of the vats filled with eyes and sticks his hand in the freezing liquid. When he pulls his hand out it's covered with ice, he studies his hand giving it a sniff.
BATTY: Yes, questions.