Batty gives Pris a serious look, she looks at Sebastian leaving and then looks back to Roy with a smile. Like a silent confirmatin that they succeeded in getting Sebastian to help them.
CUT TO EXT. TYRELL CORP. - SUNSET: The huge pyramid looms over the industrial landscape backed by a gorgeous sunset sky of polluted reds. Looking closer, we can see an elevator gliding up the side.
CUT TO EXT. PYRAMID CLOSE UP: The elevator is whizzing up the slope of the pyramid.
INT. ELEVATOR: Sebastian and Batty are in the elevator, reflective light is flashing on their faces. Sebastian looks uneasy.
Suddenly the elevator comes to an abrupt halt. Sebastian looks like he wants to make a run for it but knows that would be futile.
CUT TO INT. TYRELL'S BEDROOM: Tyrell's owl is overlooking the room. Tyrell is lying in a huge bed surrounded by an array of candles painting the room with a sepia tone of light. He's muttering into a communication device.
TYRELL: Sixty six thousand . . . plus on average . . . hmm, trade . . . trade at...
SPEAKER (audible beep): Blue entry. A Mr. J.F. Sebastian, one-six-four-one-seven.
TYRELL (heard through elevator intercom): At this hour! What can I do for you, Sebastian?
SEBASTIAN: Queen to bishop six . . check.
TYRELL: Nonsense! Just a moment.
Tyrell is frowning, gets out of bed and walks to his chess board.
TYRELL: Hmm, queen to bishop six. Ridiculous.
He flicks on a lamp to light the chess board for study.
TYRELL: Queen to bishop six.
He makes the requested move and studies it's result.
TYRELL (heard through elevator intercom): Hmm . . . Knight takes Queen.
Sebastian looks at Batty as if looking for instructions on the next move.
TYRELL: What's on our mind, Sebastian? What are you thinking about?
BATTY (whispers to Sebastian): Bishop to King Seven. . . check.
SEBASTIAN: Bishop to King Seven. Checkmate, I think.
TYRELL: Got a brain storm, huh Sebastian? Milk and cookies kept you awake, huh? Let's discuss this, you better come up Sebastian.
The elevator starts climbing again to Tyrell's floor.
CUT TO INT. TYRELL'S BEDROOM: Tyrell near the foot of his bed, sees only Sebastian at first.
SEBASTIAN: Mr. Tyrell, I . . . I brought a friend.
That's when Batty appears in view. Tyrell now looks worried, he recognizes his work.
TYRELL: I'm surprised you didn't come here sooner.
Batty moves in closer with Sebastian in tow.
BATTY: It's not an easy thing to meet your Maker.
TYRELL: And what can He do for you?
BATTY: Can the Maker repair what He makes?
TYRELL: Would you like to be modified?
Batty orders Sebastian to stay, then moves closer to Tyrell.
BATTY: Had in mind something a little more radical.
TYRELL: What . . . what seems to be the problem?
TYRELL: Death. Well I'm afraid that's a little out of my jurisdiction. You --
BATTY (interrupts): I want more life, father.
Tyrell steps back out of fear, but regains his composure.
TYRELL: The facts of life. . . . . To make an alteration in the evolvement of an organic life system is fatal. A coding sequence can't be revised once it's established.
BATTY: Why not?
TYRELL: Because by the second day of incubation any cells that have undergone reversion mutation give rise to revertant colonies like rats leaving a sinking ship. Then the ship sinks.
BATTY: What about E.M.A. recombination?
TYRELL: We've already tried it -- ethyl methane sulfonate is an alkylating agent and a potent mutagen -- it created a virus so lethal the subject was dead before we left the table.
Tyrell doesn't notice the subtle flicker of suspicion on Batty's face... like maybe Batty's not buying all this.