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Pris is shocked. Her whisper comes out a hiss.
PRIS
Then we're stupid and we'll die.
BATTY
Not if everybody is doing their
job here at home. How are things
at home?
A little spotted pig on the table sits up.
PIG
Home again, jiggidy jig.
They all turn and stare at the pig. Batty is delighted.
PRIS
I don't trust him. I don't think
he knows what he's doing.
The BELL-TONE from the microwave goes off in the kitchen.
BATTY
He knows what he's doing.
MARY
If he won't cooperate?
BATTY
Mr. Sebastian is a host who wants
to be appreciated. We'll
appreciate him and he'll cooperate.
INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR AND ROOM - DAY 77
Holden is laid out in an apparatus that resembles an
iron lung. A little above his head, facing him, is a
bank of bio-feedback lights registering body functions.
Deckard is in a chair sitting next to his friend.
Holden has lost weight, his face is grey, he can't
move his head, but he's smiling like the cat who ate
the canary.
DECKARD
How are you doing, old man?
Holden's voice is just a whisper -- the kind of whisper
that comes out of the joker at the back of the class.
HOLDEN
I'm great. I mean, I know I'm
not really great, but I feel just
great. How you like my new suit?
DECKARD
Well, you don't have to worry
about getting it wrinkled.
Holden's eyes close, his smile gets bigger and little
spasms of laughter pump out of his mouth.
HOLDEN
Don't make me laugh. It makes me
pee.
DECKARD
Sorry.
HOLDEN
Hey, it's okay. I like to pee.
So how are you doing?
DECKARD
I'm doing okay.
HOLDEN
From what I hear you're doing
great. Bryant tells me you're
going like a god damn one-man
army. Making a lot of money, huh?
DECKARD
Yeah.
(pause)
But that's what I wanted to talk
to you about.
HOLDEN
Money?
DECKARD
No. I got a problem.
HOLDEN
Let's hear it.
DECKARD
I think I'm starting to empathize
with these Nexus-sixes.
Holden giggles. Starts to laugh again. A blue light
on the panel begins to turn very bright. They both
notice it.
DECKARD
What's that?
HOLDEN
I'm taking a piss.
They wait for the light to abate.
HOLDEN
Let me ask you something, Deck.
You been having intimate relations
with one of these units?
Deckard doesn't deny it. Holden smiles like a cherub.
HOLDEN
That's what I thought... one of
the liabilities of the trade --
you has sex with your prey, old
buddy. That's bound to create
problems, unless you're a black
widow.
Deckard has to wait for him to stop giggling.
DECKARD
What about -- not sex -- but love?
Holden bites his bottom lip to keep the laugher out of
his voice, but he can't.
HOLDEN
Love is just another name for sex.
Love is sexy and sex is lovely --
I don't care what you call it, an
android can't have it.
DECKARD
These aren't just...
HOLDEN
I know what they are, Deck --
Look, maybe they can pretend to
feel, but far as the raw, hot
emotions of the old heart -- no
way.
Holden stops talking for a moment to get some air.
HOLDEN
Believe me, take it from an old
pro, no matter how good we get,
we're never gonna make an
artificial anything that can
feel. It's a contradiction.
You might as well go fuck your
washing machine.
Holden laughs, Deckard doesn't.
HOLDEN
Just go out there and keep up
the good work.
Holden's whispers have become harder to hear.
HOLDEN
Got to save it, Deck, I'm getting
sleepy. It's been good talking
to you.
Deckard stands.
DECKARD
Thanks.
But he's already asleep. Deckard stands there a moment
looking at him, then walks out.
INT. DECKARD'S APARTMENT - DAY 78
He's sitting on the couch, glum, contemplative.
There's a SOUND. His eyes move to the door. Those
locks are opening again. Rachael comes in. Looks
surprised to see him. Him too.
RACHAEL
I told you I'd come back.
DECKARD
You did?
RACHAEL
You didn't hear me. You were
sleeping.
He likes that.
RACHAEL
Are you glad I'm here?
He is. She's spunky. Hasn't seen this place in the
daytime. Pleased, he watched her move around the mess.
She spots a little framed photograph. Picks it up.
It's a man with a shotgun and a boy holding up a quail.
RACHAEL
Who is this?
DECKARD
Me and my dad.
RACHAEL
Where is he?
DECKARD
Dead.
RACHAEL
Oh.
She puts it down and comes to him.
RACHAEL
How come you're not on the job?
DECKARD
I am. Part of my job is to sit
on a couch and try and figure
things out.
RACHAEL
How are you doing?
DECKARD
Not too good.
She sits next to him.
Pleased as hell, they both sit there staring straight
ahead. He looks at her. She looks at him.
RACHAEL
What do people do in the afternoon?
DECKARD
If they are smart, they take
naps.
INT. DECKARD'S BEDROOM - DAY 79 [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]