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?
[Chuckles] Are you for real?
DECKARD: I'd like to check your
dressing room, if I may.
SALOME: For what?
DECKARD: For holes.
SALOME: Holes?
You'd be surprised what a guy
would go through...
...to get a glimpse of a beautiful body.
SALOME: No, I wouldn't.
DECKARD: Well, little...
...dirty holes...
...they drill in the wall
so they can watch a lady undress.
[Female voice chanting, background]
DECKARD: Is this a real snake?
SALOME: Of course it's not real.
Do you think I'd be working in a place
like this if I could afford a real snake?
[Snake hisses]
If somebody tries to exploit me,
who do I go to about it?
Me.
SALOME: You're a dedicated man. Dry me.
[Deckard grunts]
[Deckard coughs and wheezes]
[Deckard gasps for air]
[Scattered voices, shouting, music playing]
[Car horn honks]
[Sirens blaring]
[Foghorn blows]
[Scattered conversations,
sirens echo, chanting]
[Voices repeat and echo over intercom]
[Echoing sirens and voices, background]
Move!
DECKARD: Get out of the way!
[Gunshot]
[Multiple gunshots]
[Glass shattering]
[Gunshots]
[Glass shattering]
[Synthesizer plays melodic rhythm]
[Gunshot]
[Glass shattering]
[Digital beeping]
Deckard.
B26354.
INTERCOM: [Echoing] Move on. Move on.
WAITRESS: A minute.
Yeah, what do you want?
DECKARD: Tsin-Tao.
DECKARD: Is this enough?
WAITRESS: Yeah.
[Old melody plays, background]
Bryant.
[Deckard sighs]
Christ, Deckard, you look almost as bad
as that skin-job you left on the sidewalk.
I'm going home.
You could learn from this guy, Gaff.
He's a goddamn one-man slaughterhouse,
that's what he is.
BRYANT: Four more to go.
Come on, Gaff, let's go.
DECKARD: Three.
There's three to go.
There's four.
Now there's that skin-job you V.- K.'d
at the Tyrell Corporation.
Well, Rachael disappeared. Vanished.
She didn't know she was a Replicant.
Something to do with a brain implant,
says Tyrell.
Come on, Gaff.
Drink some for me, pal.
[Saxophone plays, background,
scattered voices, rain pelts]
[Cars honking,
sound of traffic approaching]
Leon!
How old am I?
I don't know!
My birthday's April 10th, 2017.
How long do I live?
Four years.
[Banging echoes]
LEON: More than you!
It's painful to live in fear, isn't it?
[Grunting and groaning]
Nothing is worse than having
an itch you can never scratch.
[Gasping] Oh, I agree!
[Deckard breathes heavily]
Wake up! Time to die.
[Gunshot]
[Deckard gasps]
DECKARD: Shakes?
Me, too.
DECKARD: I get 'em bad.
[Deckard sighs and clears his throat]
DECKARD: It's part of the business.
RACHAEL: I'm not in the business.
[Rachael sighs]
I am the business.
[Rachael sniffles, melancholy
synthesizer music, background]
[Faint sound of helicopter pelting,
background]
[Sound of water running from faucet]
[Suspenseful synthesizer music,
background]
What if I go north?
Disappear.
Would you come after me?
RACHAEL: Hunt me?
No.
No, I wouldn't.
I owe you one.
But somebody would.
RACHAEL: Deckard....
RACHAEL: 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.
RACHAEL: You know,
that Voight-Kampff test of yours...
...did you ever take that test yourself?
Deckard....
[Saxophone plays]
[Thunder rumbles]
[Rachael plays classical melody on piano]
[Sultry saxophone music continues,
background]
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.
[Smack]
[Rachael gasps and sobs]
Now, you kiss me.
RACHAEL: I can't rely on my mem...
DECKARD: Say, "kiss me. "
RACHAEL: [Whispers] Kiss me.
DECKARD: [Whispers] I want you.
I want you.
DECKARD: Again.
I want you.
RACHAEL: [Whispers]
Put your hands