him one
on the house, okay? See?
Hello?
I've had people walk out on me before,
but not when...
...I was being so charming.
I'm in a bar, here now,
down in the Fourth Sector.
Taffey Lewis is on the line.
Why don't you come on down here
and have a drink?
I don't think so, Mr. Deckard.
That's not my kind of place.
Go someplace else?
Ladies and gentlemen...
...Taffey Lewis presents
Miss Salome and the snake.
Watch her take the pleasure
from the serpent...
...that once corrupted man.
Excuse me, Miss Salome,
can I talk to you for a minute?
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...
...I'm from the Confidential Committee
on Moral Abuses.
Committee of Moral Abuses?
There's been reports
that the management...
...has been taking liberties
with the artists.
I don't know nothing about it.
Have you felt yourself to be
exploited in any way?
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 unsavory 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 holes.
Holes?
Well, you'd be surprised
what a guy would go through...
...to get a glimpse of a beautiful body.
No, I wouldn't.
Little...
...dirty holes they drill in the wall
so they can watch a lady undress.
- Is this a real snake?
- Of course it's not real.
Think I'd be working in a place like this
if I could afford a real snake?
So if somebody does try to exploit me,
who do I go to about it?
- Me.
- You're a dedicated man. Dry me.
The only thing they care about...
Hey!
Cross now. 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.
Don't walk. Don't walk. Don't walk.
Cross now. Cross now.
Cross now. Cross now.
Cross now. Cross now.
Cross now. Cross now.
Cross now. Cross now.
Move! Get out of the way!
Deckard.
B26354.
Move on. Move on.
Move on. Move on.
Move on. Move on.
A minute.
Yeah, what do you want?
Tsingtao.
This enough?
Yeah.
Bryant.
Christ, Deckard, you look almost as bad
as that skin-job you left on the sidewalk.
I'm going home.
Could learn from this guy, Gaff.
He's a goddamn one-man
slaughterhouse, that's what 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 the 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, huh, pal?
Leon.
How old am I?
I don't know.
My birthday's April 10, 2017.
How long do I live?
Four years.
More than you.
Painful to live in fear, isn't it?
Nothing is worse than having
an itch you can never scratch.
I agree.
Wake up. Time to die.
Shakes?
Me too.
I get them bad.
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 them.
You know,
that Voight-Kampff test of yours...
...did you ever take that test yourself?
Deckard.
I dreamt music.
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.
Now you kiss me.
I can't rely on my...
Say, "Kiss me. "
Kiss me.
I want you.
I want you.
Again.
I want you.
Put your hands on me.
- What