Looking at the sheet music, she removes her top jacket and begins playing the piano.
She pauses for a moment and slowly lets her hair down, primping it to fullness.
Deckard, in his bedroom, wakes up groggily. He looks around stupid with sleep, orienting himself. He gets up laboriously, painfully and limps out of the bedroom still in yesterday's clothes.
Rachael hears Deckard rustling in his bedroom. She detects movement behind her.
Then Deckard is there, close to her, looking to see what's got her attention.
DECKARD: I dreamt music.
Rachael answers his comment by touching the keys and filling the room with music.
RACHAEL: I didn't know if I could play. . . I remember lessons. . . I don't know if it's me... or Tyrell's niece.
She stops to look at Deckard.
DECKARD: You play beautifully.
Deckard leans in and caresses her cheek with his lips.
Rachael gives Deckard a weary look as he leans in again to kiss her. She abruptly gets up to leave with Deckard following her.
When she opens the door, Deckard slams the door shut with his fist to keep her from leaving. He grabs her forcefully and shoves her against the window blinds. He comes closer to her with an intense look in his eyes.
He grabs her again, Rachael looks like she's about to cry. He leans in slowly to give her a kiss.
DECKARD: Now you kiss me.
RACHAEL: I can't rely on . . .
DECKARD: Say kiss me.
RACHAEL: Kiss me
He does, soft, wet, tender. He backs off -- magnetic, palpable energy growing up between them.
DECKARD: I want you.
RACHAEL: I want you.
RACHAEL: I want you. . . . . Put your hands on me.
They kiss passionately as he draws her tighter to him.
CUT TO EXT. CITY SKYSCRAPERS - DAWN: A gigantic video board on the side a building continues it's endless advertisement.
INT. SEBASTIAN'S APARTMENT: Pris is filling the hours of insomniacal boredom by experimenting with her make up. A bleached white face and black ringed eyes. A sexual waif. A savage doll.
The sound of an antique coo-coo clock chirping catches her attention.