cookies kept you awake, huh?
Let's discuss this.
You better come up, Sebastian.
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.
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. YouвЂ
I want more life...
father.
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 sulfonate is an
alkylating agent and a potent mutagen.
It created a virus so lethal the...
subject was dead
before he left the table.
Then a repressor 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 a mutation...
and you've got a virus again.
But 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.
Sorry, Sebastian.
Come. Come.
Body identified with Tyrell
is a 25-year-old male Caucasian.
Name: Sebastian, J.FВ Sebastian.
Address: Bradbury Apartments,
Ninth Sector, NF46751.
I want you to go down there andвЂ
This sector's closed to ground traffic.
What're you doing here?
- I'm working. What are you doing?
- Arresting you, that's what I'm doing.
I'm Deckard, Blade Runner.
26354. I'm filed and monitored.
Hold on. Checking.
Okay. Checked and cleared.
Have a better one.
- Hello.
- Hi. Is J.F there?
- Who is it?
- This is Eddie, old friend of J.F's.
That's no way to treat a friend.
Home again, home again, jiggidy-jig.
Good evening, J.F.
Tea?
More tea?
Tea?
More tea?
Tea?
More tea?
More tea?
More tea?
Not very sporting to fire
on an unarmed opponent.
I thought you were
supposed to be good.
Aren't you the good man?
Come on, Deckard.
Show me...
what you're made of.
Proud of yourself, little man?
This is for Zhora.
This is for Pris.
Come on, Deckard.
I'm right here,
but you've gotta shoot straight.
Straight doesn't seem
to be good enough!
Now it's my turn.
I'm gonna give you a few seconds
before I come.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Pris.
I'm coming.
Deckard!
Four, five
How to stay alive?
I can see you!
Not yet!
Not....
Five.
Five.
Yes.
You better get it up.
Or I'm gonna have to kill you.
Unless you're alive, you can't play.
And if you don't play....
Six, seven
Go to hell or go to heaven
Good, that's the spirit!
That hurt.
That was irrational of you.
Not to mention...
unsportsmanlike.
Where are you going?
Quite an experience to live in fear,
isn't it?
That's what it is to be a slave.
I've...
seen things
you people wouldn't believe.
Attack ships on fire
off the shoulder of Orion.
I watched C-beams...
glitter in the dark
near the Tannhäuser Gate.
All those...
moments will be lost...
in time...
like...
tears...
in rain.
Time to die.
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