8 www.able.co.nz Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. Able 2018 UNSETTLING MUSIC EXPLOSIONS COMPUTER: Next subject - Kowalski, Leon. Engineer, waste disposal, file section. New employee, six days. P.A.: Calling Mr Webber... Come in. Sit down. Care if I talk? I'm kind of nervous when I take tests. Please don't move. Oh, sorry. I already had an IQ test this year. I don't think... Reaction time is a factor here. So please pay attention. Answer as quickly as you can. Sure. 1187 Huntervasser. That's the hotel. What? Where I live. Nice place? Sure, I guess. Is that part of the test? No. Just warming you up, that's all. It's not fancy or anything. You're in a desert, walking along in the sand... Is this the test now? Yes. ..when all of a sudden... What one? What? What desert? It doesn't matter. It's completely hypothetical. How come I'm there? Maybe you want to be alone. Who knows? You see a tortoise crawling towards you, Leon... A tortoise? What's that? You know what a turtle is? Of course. Same thing. I've never seen a turtle. But I understand what you mean. You flip the tortoise over on its back, Leon. Do you make these up, Mr Holden, or do they write them for you? The tortoise's belly is baking in the hot sun, but it can't turn itself over. Not without your help. But you're not helping. What do you mean? I mean you're not helping. Why is that, Leon? They're just questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they're written down for me. It's a test designed to provoke an emotional response. Shall we continue? Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind. About your mother... My mother? Yeah. Let me tell you about my mother. ADVERTISEMENT: A new life awaits you in the off-world colonies. The chance to begin again in a golden land of opportunity and adventure. EASTERN MUSIC PLAYS (Speaks Cityspeak) ADVERTISEMENT: A new life awaits you in the off-world colonies. The chance to begin again in a golden land of opportunity and adventure. (Speaks Cityspeak) Give me four. No. Four - two, two - four. And noodles. Eh. (Speaks Cityspeak) (Speaks Cityspeak) He's saying you are under arrest, Mr Deckard. You got the wrong guy, pal. (Speaks Cityspeak) He say you a blade runner. Tell him I'm eating. Captain Bryant togar. Bryant, huh? THUNDER RUMBLES (Air traffic controller gives directions) JET BLASTS AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER: On course, over the landing threshold. Hiya, Deck. Bryant. You wouldn't have come if I'd just asked. Sit down, pal. Don't be an asshole, Deckard. I've got four skin jobs walking the streets. They jumped a shuttle off-world, killed the crew and passengers. They found the shuttle drifting off the coast two weeks ago, so we know they're around. Embarrassing. No, sir. Because no-one's ever going to find out they're down here. Because you'll spot them and air them out. I don't work here any more. Give it to Holden. He's good. I did. He can breathe OK as long as nobody unplugs him. He's not good enough, not as good as you. I need you, Deck. This is a bad one, the worst yet. I need the old blade runner. I need your magic. I was quit when I come in here, Bryant. I'm twice as quit now. Stop right where you are! You know the score, pal. If you're not cop, you're little people. No choice, huh? No choice, pal. I already had an IQ test this year. I don't think... Reaction time is a factor here. So please pay attention. Answer as quickly as you can. 1187 Hundertwasser. That's the hotel. What? Where I live. Nice place? Sure, I guess. There was an escape from the off-world colonies two weeks ago. Six Replicants - three male, three female. They slaughtered 23 people and jumped a shuttle. An aerial patrol spotted the ship off the coast - no crew. Three nights ago, they tried to break into Tyrell Corporation. One got fried in an electrical field. We lost the others. On the possibility they might try to infiltrate as employees I had Holden run Voight-Kampff tests on the new workers. Looks like he got himself one. You see a tortoise crawling towards you, Leon... A tortoise? What's that? You know what a turtle is? Of course. Same thing. I've never seen a turtle. I don't get why they risk coming back to Earth. That's unusual. Why...? What do they want from the Tyrell Corporation? You tell me. That's why you're here. What's this? NEXUS 6. Roy Batty. Incept date: 2016. Combat model - optimum self-sufficiency. Probably the leader. This is Zhora. She's trained for an off-world kick murder squad. Talk about beauty and the beast. She's both. The fourth skin job is Pris, a basic pleasure model. Standard item for military clubs in the outer colonies. They're designed to copy human beings in every way except their emotions. Designers reckoned after a few years they might develop their own emotional responses. You know - hate, love, fear, anger, envy. So they built in a fail-safe device. Which is what? A four-year lifespan. Now there's a NEXUS 6 over at the Tyrell Corporation. You go put the machine on it. And if the machine doesn't work? Do you like our owl? It's artificial? Of course it is. Must be expensive. Very. I'm Rachael. Deckard. It seems you feel our work is not of benefit to the public. Replicants are like any other machine. They're either a benefit or a hazard. If they're a benefit, it's not my problem. May I ask you a personal question? Sure. Have you ever retired a human by mistake? No. But in your position, that is a risk. DOCTOR: Is this an empathy test? Capillary dilation, or the so-called blush response? Fluctuation of the pupil? Involuntary dilation of the iris? We call it Voight-Kampff for short. Mr Deckard, Dr Eldon Tyrell. Demonstrate it. I want to see it work. Where's the subject? Use a person. Show me a negative before I show you a positive. What's that going to prove? Indulge me. On you? Try her. It's too bright in here. MACHINE BUZZES Do you mind if I smoke? It won't affect the test. Alright, I'll ask you a series of questions. Just relax and answer them as simply as you can. It's your birthday. Someone gives you a calfskin wallet. I wouldn't accept it. Also, I'd report the person who gave it to me to the police. You've got a little boy. He shows you his butterfly collection, plus the killing jar. I'd take him to the doctor. You're watching television. You realise there's a wasp crawling on your arm. I'd kill it. In a magazine there's a full-page nude photo of a girl. Is this testing whether I'm a Replicant or a lesbian, Mr Deckard? Just answer the questions, please. You show it to your husband. He likes it so much, he hangs it on your bedroom wall. I wouldn't let him. Why not? I should be enough for him. One more question. You're watching a stage play. A banquet is in progress. The guests are enjoying an appetiser of raw oysters. The entree consists of boiled dog. Would you step out for a few moments, Rachael? Thank you. She's a Replicant, isn't she? I'm impressed. How many questions does it usually take to spot one? I don't get it, Tyrell. How many questions? 20, 30 - cross-referenced. It took more than 100 for Rachael, didn't it? She doesn't know. She's beginning to suspect. How can it not know what it is? Commerce is our goal here at Tyrell. 'More Human Than Human' is our motto. Rachael is an experiment. Nothing more. We began to recognise in them a 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 for their emotions and consequently, we can control them better. Memories. You're talking about memories. * VIDEO: Reaction time is a factor. So please pay attention. Answer as quickly as you can. 1187 Hundertwasser. That's the hotel where I live. Nice place? Sure, I guess. Is that part of the test? No. THUNDER RUMBLES LIGHT BUZZES Time... ..enough. Did you get your precious photos? Someone was there. Men? Police men? Ah! (Speaks Cityspeak) Ha ha! Weh! (Speaks Cityspeak) (Speaks Cityspeak) DISTANT RADIO STATIC "Fiery the angels fell "Deep thunder rolled around their shores; "Burning with the fires of Orc." (Speaks Cityspeak) You not come here! Illegal! Hey! Hey! Go! Those are my eyes! Freezing! Yes. Questions. CLOTH TEARS AND AIR ESCAPES Ay! (Groans) Morphology, longevity, incept dates. I don't know. I don't know such stuff. I just do eyes. See? Just eyes. Just genetic design. Just eyes. You NEXUS, huh? I design your eyes. Chew, if only you could see what I have seen with your eyes. Now... Questions. I don't know answers. Who does? Tyrell. He knows everything. Tyrell Corporation? He's big boss. Big genius. He design your mind, your brain. Ah. Smart. I cold. (Shivers) Not an easy man to see. Me cold. I guess. Sebastian. He take you there. Sebastian who? J... J...F...Sebastian. Now... Where would we find... ..this J.F. Sebastian? * HOLDEN'S RECORDED VOICE: Let's continue, shall we? Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind about your mother. LEON: My mother? Yeah. I'll tell you about my mother! GUNSHOT EXPLODES RAIN SPLATTERS COMPUTERISED VOICE: Voiceprint identification. Your floor number, please. Deckard. 97. 97. Thank you. LIFT CLANGS TO A HALT I wanted to see you. So I waited. Let me help you. What do I need help for? LOCK BEEPS I don't know why he told you what he did. Talk to him. He wouldn't see me. SIREN WAILS IN THE DISTANCE You want a drink? Huh? No? You think I'm a Replicant, don't you? Look. It's me with my mother. Yeah? Remember when you were six? You and your brother snuck into an empty building through a basement window. You were gonna play 'doctor'. He showed you his. When it was your turn, you chickened and ran. Remember that? You ever tell anybody that? Your mother, Tyrell, anybody? Remember the spider that lived in a bush outside your window? Orange body, green legs - watched her build a web all summer. One day there was a big egg in it. The egg hatched... The egg hatched. And? And a hundred baby spiders came out. And they ate her. It... Implants. Those aren't your memories. They're somebody else's. They're Tyrell's niece's. (Sighs) OK. Bad joke. I made a bad joke. You're not a Replicant. Go home. OK? No, really. I'm sorry. Go home. Want a drink? I'll get you a drink. I'll get a glass. (Sniffs) SIRENS WAIL IN THE DISTANCE HEAVY ENGINE PULSES RAIN SPLATTERS KEYS CLATTER (Gasps) Uhh! Hey! You forgot your bag. I'm lost. Don't worry. I won't hurt you. What's your name? Pris. Mine's J.F. Sebastian. Hi. Hi. Oh... Where were you going? Home? I don't have one. We scared each other pretty good. We sure did. I'm hungry, J.F. I got stuff inside. You want to come in? I was hoping you'd say that. AMPLIFIED VOICE SPEAKS CITYSPEAK You live in this building by yourself? Yeah. I live here pretty much alone right now. No housing shortage around here. Plenty of room for everybody. LIFT CLANGS (Coughs) Watch out for the water. Must get lonely here, J.F. Hmmm... Not really. I make friends. They're toys. My friends are toys. I make them. It's a hobby. I'm a genetic designer. You know what that is? No. SOMETHING RUMBLES Now. Home. Yoo-hoo! Home again. BOLTS RATTLE (Chant) Home again, home again. Jiggedy jig. Good evening, J.F. Evening, fellas. Ow! They're my friends. I made them. Where are your folks? I'm sort of an orphan. Oh. What about your friends? I have some, but I have to find them. I'll let 'em know where I am tomorrow. Oh? Can I take those things for you? They're soaked, aren't they? PIANO TINKLES SOFTLY MACHINE BEEPS AND WHIRRS Enhance 224 to 176. MACHINE BLIPS Enhance. Stop. MACHINE CLACKS Move in. MACHINE CLACKS Stop. Pull out. Track right. Stop. Centre and pull back. Stop. Track 45 right. Stop. Centre and stop. Enhance 34 to 36. MACHINE BEEPS Pan right and pull back. Stop. Enhance 34 to 46. Pull back. Wait a minute. Go right. Stop. Enhance 5719. Track 45 left. Stop. Enhance 15 to 23. MACHINE CLICKS AND BEEPS Give me a hard copy right there. MACHINE BEEPS AND WHIRRS * EASTERN MUSIC BIRD SHRIEKS Fish? I think it was manufactured locally. Finest quality, superior workmanship. There is a maker's serial number - 9906947XB71. Interesting. Not fish. Snake scale. Snake? Try Abdul Ben Hassan. He make this snake. (Speaks Cityspeak) Abdul Hassan? (Speaks Cityspeak) I'm a police officer. I'd like to ask you some questions. Artificial snake licence XB71 - that's you? (Speaks Cityspeak) This is your work, huh? Who did you sell it to? My work? Few could afford such quality. How many? Very few. How few? Look, my friend... Taffey Lewis's. Down in 4th sector, Chinatown. DRUMS BEAT, CYMBALS CLANG VOICES CLAMOUR Bartender. Taffey Lewis? Taffey? Yeah. I'd like to ask you a few questions. Blow, dear. You ever buy snakes from the Egyptian, Taffey? All the time, pal. You ever seen this girl? Huh? Never seen her. Buzz off. Your licences in order, pal? Hey, Louie. The man is dry. Give him one on the house, OK? See? OVERLAPPING VOICES, MUSIC MACHINE HUMS Hello? I've had people walk out on me before, but not when... I was being so charming. I'm in a bar here, down in the 4th sector. Taffey Lewis's - why don't you come down and have a drink? I don't think so, Mr Deckard. That's not my kind of place. We'll go someplace else. MUSIC PUMPS, PEOPLE CLAMOUR EMCEE: (Accented) Ladies and gentlemen. Taffey Lewis presents 'Miss Salome and ze Snake'. Vatch her take the pleasures from the serpent that vonce corrupted Man. CATCALLS Excuse me, Miss Salome. Can I talk to you? I'm from the American Federation of Variety Artists. Oh, yeah? I'm not here to make you join. No, Ma'am, that's not my department. Actually, ah... I'm from the Confidential Committee on Moral Abuses. Committee of Moral Abuses? Yes, ma'am. There've been reports that the management are taking liberties with the artists here. I don't know nothing about it. Have you felt exploited at all? How do you mean, 'exploited'? Well, like to get this job. I mean - did you do, or were you asked to do, anything that's lewd or unsavoury, or...otherwise repulsive to your person? Huh? Are you for real? Oh, yeah. I'd like to check your dressing room, if I may. For what? For, ah, for holes. Holes? Well... You'd be surprised what guys will do to glimpse a beautiful body. No, I wouldn't. Ah, little dirty holes they drill in the walls so they can watch a lady undress. Is this a real snake? Of course it's not real! Would I be working here if I could afford a real snake? (Hisses) If I'm being exploited, who do I go to? Me! You're a dedicated man. Dry me. Uhh! (Gasps and chokes) Urghh! (Chokes) DOOR OPENS Oh! Hey! Oooh! CYMBALS CLANG (Chant) Hare hare. Hare, hare... SYNTHESISED VOICE: Cross now. Cross now. Cross now. Cross now. Cross now. Cross now. Cross now. Cross now. Cross now. Don't walk. Don't walk. Don't walk. Don't walk. Cross now. Cross now... HORNS BEEP Deckard. B26354. P.A.: Move on. Move on. Move on. Move on. Move on. Move on. * WOMAN: A minute. SLOW JAZZ BLUES SONG Yeah, what do you want? (Speaks Cityspeak) SONG: # Only this, dear, is goodbye... # This enough? Yeah. # For our love is like the pain and the pleasure... # Bryant. # That I'll treasure # Till I die... # MUFFLED POLICE RADIO MESSAGES Christ, Deckard, you look as bad as that skin job you left behind. I'm going home. You could learn from this guy, Gaff. He's a goddamn one-man slaughterhouse, he is. Four more to go. Come on, Gaff. Let's go. Three. There's three to go. There's four. That skin job you VK'd at Tyrell Corporation - Rachael - disappeared, vanished. Didn't even know she was a Replicant. Something to do with a brain implant says Tyrell. Come on, Gaff. Drink some for me, uh, pal? (Song continues) # One more kiss, dear # One more sigh # Only this, dear # Is goodbye... # TRAFFIC NOISE DROWNS OUT MUSIC PEDESTRIAN CROSSING: Don't walk! Don't walk! Don't walk... CAR HORNS BLAST (Gasps) Leon! How old am I? I don't know. My birthday's April 10, 2017. How long do I live? Four years. (Shouts in pain) More than you. Painful to live in fear, isn't it? Aaagh! Nothing is worse than having an itch you can never scratch. (Gasps) Oh, I agree. Wake up! Time to die. GUNSHOT Shakes? Me too. Hmm. I get 'em bad. (Clears throat) It's part of the business. I'm not in the business. I AM the business. What if I go north? Disappear. Would you come after me? Hunt me? No. No, I wouldn't. I owe you one. But somebody would. Deckard. You know those files on me? The incept date, the longevity - those things. You saw them? They're...classified. But you're a policeman. I...didn't look at 'em. You know that Voight-Kampff test of yours - did you ever take that test yourself? Deckard? (Breathes deeply) THUNDER RUMBLES OUTSIDE (Begins playing the piano) (Winces in pain) (Knocks over full glass) I dreamt music. (Begins piano melody again) I didn't know if I could play. I remember lessons. I don't know if it's me, or Tyrell's niece. You play beautifully. (Slams door shut) (Gasps) (Inhales sharply) Now you kiss me. I can't rely on... Say, "Kiss me." (Whispers) Kiss me. Now, "I want you." (Hesitantly) I want you. Again. (Firmly) I want you. Put your hands on me. * CITYSPEAK BILLBOARD ANNOUNCEMENT CUCKOO CLOCK BIRD CHIRPS MUSIC BOX CHIMES GENTLY (Sniffs) What you doing? I'm sorry. Just peeking. Oh. How do I look? You look better. Just better? Well...you look beautiful. Thanks. DISTANT THUNDER RUMBLES How old are you? 25. What's your problem? Methuselah syndrome. What's that? My glands - they grow old too fast. Is that why you're still on Earth? Yeah. I couldn't pass the medical. Anyway...I kind of like it here. I like you... ..just the way you are. Hi, Roy! Gosh, you've really got some nice toys here! This is the friend I was telling you about. This is my saviour J.F. Sebastian. Sebastian. I like a man that stays put. You live here all by yourself, do you? Yes. How about some breakfast? I was just gonna make some. Excuse me. Well? Leon... What's going on? I... There's only two of us now. Then we're stupid and we'll die. (Chuckles) No, we won't. BOILING WATER BUBBLES No. Knight takes queen, see? No good. Why are you staring at us, Sebastian? Because...you're so different. You're so perfect. Yes. What generation are you? NEXUS 6. Ah! I knew it! 'Cause I do genetic design work for the Tyrell Corporation. There's some of me in you. (Chuckles) Show me something. Like what? Like anything. We're not computers, Sebastian. We're physical. I think, Sebastian... ..therefore I am. Very good, Pris. Now show him why. (Chuckles) WATER BOILS LOUDLY Aaagh! (Gasps and winces) We've got a lot in common. What do you mean? Similar problems. Accelerated decrepitude. I don't know much about biomechanics, Roy. I wish I did. (Moans) If we don't find help soon, Pris hasn't got long to live. We can't allow that. Is he good? Who? Your opponent. Oh, Dr Tyrell? I've only beaten him once in chess. He's a genius. He designed you. Maybe he could help. I'd be happy to mention it to him. Sure. Better if I talk to him... in person. I understand he's a sort of hard man to get to. Yes. Very. Will you help us? I can't. We need you, Sebastian. You're our best and only friend. WATER BOILS LOUDLY We're so happy you found us. (Chuckles) I don't think there's another human being in the whole world who would've helped us. * TYRELL: 66,000 - Prosser and Ankovich. Hm! Trade. Trade at... CHIME RINGS COMPUTER SYSTEM: Blue entry. A Mr J.F. Sebastian. 164-17. TYRELL: At this hour? What can I do for you, Sebastian? Queen to bishop six. Check. Nonsense! Just a moment. Mmm...queen to bishop six. Ridiculous! Queen... Bishop six. Hmm... Knight... ..takes... ..queen. What's on your mind, Sebastian? What are you thinking about? (Roy whispers) Bishop to king seven - checkmate. Bishop to king seven. Checkmate, I think. Got a brainstorm, ah, Sebastian? Milk and cookies kept you awake, huh? Let's discuss this. You'd better come up, Sebastian. DOOR OPENS Mr Tyrell? I... I brought a friend. I'm surprised you didn't come here sooner. It's not an easy thing to meet your maker. And what can he do for you? Can the maker repair what he makes? Would you like to be modified? Stay here. I had in mind something a little more radical. What... What seems to be the problem? Death. Death. Well, I'm afraid that's a little out of my jurisdiction. I want more life...fucker. The facts of life. To make an alteration in the evolvement of an organic life system is fatal. A coding sequence cannot be revised once it's been established. Why not? Because by the second day of incubation, any cells that have undergone reversion mutations give rise to revertant colonies like rats leaving a sinking ship. Then the ship...sinks. What about EMS recombination? We've already tried it. Ethyl methane, sulfonaters, and a potent mutagenic created a virus so lethal the subject was dead before he left the table. Then a repress of protein that blocks the operating cells. Wouldn't obstruct replication, but it does give rise to an error in replication so that the newly-formed DNA strand carries the mutation and you've got a virus again. But, ah, this... All of this is...academic. You were made as well as we could make you. But not to last. The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long. And you have burned so very, very brightly, Roy. Look at you. You're the prodigal son. You're quite a prize! I've done...questionable things. Also extraordinary things. Revel in your time! Nothing the god of biomechanics wouldn't let you in heaven for. (Cracks Tyrell's skull) (Screams in agony) (Bones crack) (Abruptly stops screaming) (Gasps and groans feebly) (Collapses onto the floor) SIREN WAILS RADIO: All units stand by. RADIO: All units stand by for further. Tactical alert now in force. 19 Queen 12 sector, report to unit. ..to all 19 Queen... All sectors 1-19 closed. * (All converse in Cityspeak) RADIO: Body identified with Tyrell's was a 25-year-old male caucasian. Name Sebastian - J.F. Sebastian. Address, Bradbury Apartments. 9th sector. NF-46751, I want you to go down there... P.A. : This sector's closed to ground traffic. What are you doing? Working. What are you doing? Arresting you. That's what I'm doing. I'm Deckard - blade runner. 263-54. I'm filed in monitor. Hold on. Checking. OK. Checked and cleared. Have a better one. ENGINE WHIRRS COMPUTER BEEPS PRIS: Hello. Hi. Is J.F. there? Who is it? Eddie - old friend of J.F.'s. HUMMING NOISE Mmm... That's no way to treat a friend. SCRAPING NOISE ENGINE ROARS (All talk excitedly in Cityspeak) SUBTLE SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC WATER SPLASHES ON GROUND DOOR CREAKS SOFTLY EASTERN MUSIC IN THE DISTANCE EASTERN MUSIC FROM BILLBOARD (Singing fades away) WATER DRIPS INCESSANTLY SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC SCRAPING NOISE Home again, home again. Jiggedy jig. Good evening, J.F. (Toy walks with heavy footsteps) MALE VOICE: ..30... ..40... ..50... (Male voice laughs) (Laughs incessantly) (Grunts) WHACK! (Screams) (Groans) (Grunts) (Groans) (Grunts) (Gasps) WHACK! WHACK! (Gasps) (Groans) (Screams) GUNSHOT (Screams) (Screams) GUNSHOT GUNSHOT (Scream echoes and dies) WATER DRIPS LIFT CLUNKS TO A HALT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC GUNSHOT ROY: Not very sporting to fire on an unarmed opponent. I thought you were supposed to be good. Aren't you the good man? STEAM HISSES Come on...Deckard. Show me... ..what you're made of. Proud of yourself, little man? This is for Zhora. FINGER CRACKS AH! This is for Pris. FINGER CRACKS OH! (Moans) Come on, Deckard. I'm right here. But you've got to shoot straight. GUNSHOT Straight doesn't seem to be good enough! Now it's my turn. I'll give you a few seconds before I come. One... ..two... SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC (Tearfully) ..three... ..four... (Sobs quietly) Pris. (Begins to howl softly) (Howls more loudly) FINGER CRACKS (Yells with pain) (Howls loudly) (With a sinister singsong voice) I...am...coming. Deckard! Four and five! How to stay alive. (Pants like an animal) * (Smashes window) GLASS SHATTERS (Howls) (Gasps) Ha ha ha! I can see you. (Howls) RAIN SPLASHES DOWN HEAVILY (Grunts) Not...yet! Not... (Groans) THUNDER ROARS NAIL SQUEAKS (Gasps) Yes! You'd better get it up... ..or I'll have to kill you! Unless you're alive, you can't play. And if you don't play... (Grunts) (Groans) ..six...seven... Go to hell or go to heaven. GLASS SHATTERS AH! Take that! Good. That's the spirit. DRAMATIC MUSIC (Howls) (Gasps) (Howls) (Grunts) That hurt. That was irrational of you. Not to mention... ..unsportsmanlike. (Laughs) Where are you going? (Laughs) SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC (Gasps) (Pants) DRAMATIC MUSIC (Gasps and groans) (Gasps) Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave. (Pants and gasps) (Whimpers) AH!! DRAMATIC MUSIC I've...seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched seabeams... ..glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate. All those...moments will be lost... ..in time... ..like...tears... ..in rain. Time...to die. DECKARD: I don't know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments, he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life ` anybody's life. My life. All he'd wanted were the same answers the rest of us want. Where do I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got? All I could do was sit there and watch him die. GAFF: You've done a man's job, sir. I guess you're through, huh? Finished. It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does? Rachael? Rachael? Rachael? Do you love me? I love you. Do you trust me? I trust you. Rachael. GAFF: It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does? SLOW, ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC DECKARD: Gaff had been there and let her live. Four years, he figured. He was wrong. Tyrell had told me Rachael was special ` no termination date. I didn't know how long we had together. Who does? www.able.co.nz Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. Able 2018