BAM! A bloodied hole instantly appears on Leon's forehead. His face is frozen with an expression of shock as he falls to the ground still holding Deckard. . . Dead.
Rachael is standing there with Deckard's blaster. She is staring at the body of Leon, stunned and shaken at what she has done.
CUT TO INT. DECKARD'S KITCHEN - NIGHT: Deckard is about to swig some Tsing Tao from a clear shot glass. He puts the glass to his lip and takes a timid sip. Blood streams into the clear liquid in the glass. Rachael is standing only a few feet away, half eaten by shadows, her eyes blank with shock.
DECKARD: Shakes? . . . Me too.
Rachael frowns and looks at him. What?
DECKARD: I get 'em bad . . . . part of the business.
Rachael gives Deckard a long hard look.
RACHAEL: I'm not in the business.
Deckard meets her look, understands he cannot comfort her so easy.
RACHAEL: I am the business.
She is grim and angry and shaking.
CUT TO INT. DECKARD'S BATHROOM: Deckard takes off his jacket and shirt as Rachael watches.
CUT TO INT. DECKARD'S BATHROOM: He's leaning over the sink filled with water splashing his face. Smoking a cigarette, Rachael approaches closer and sees Deckard feeling inside his mouth with his finger, this action lets loose a stream of blood. He then submerges all of his face in the blood stained sink of water.
Rachel comes to the entrance of the bathroom, Deckard looks up at her.
RACHAEL: What if I go north. Disappear. Would you come after me? Hurt me?
DECKARD: No. . . No, I wouldn't. . . I owe you one.
He walks around and behind her, placing his hand on her shoulder.
DECKARD: But somebody would.
He walks off as she stands there giving thought to what he said.
CUT TO INT. LIVING ROOM: Deckard is casting a silohuette due to the flood of city light bombarding through the window as he puts on his shirt. From the other room, Rachael speaks.
RACHAEL: Deckard? You know those files on me, the incept date, the longevity, those things. You saw them?
DECKARD: They're classified.
RACHAEL: But you're a policeman.
DECKARD: I . . . didn't look at them.
RACHAEL: You know that Voight-Kampf test of yours? Did you ever take that test yourself? . . . Deckard?
Rachael waits for a long moment in the shadows. No answer. She moves into the light and peers in.
Deckard is lying down, passed out, still holding his shot glass.
CUT TO INT. DECKARD'S LIVING ROOM - MORNING: Rachael is standing stone silent at the piano, staring at pictures on the piano.
She picks up an old still photo, a relative of Deckard?