on me.
[Voice in Asian language over intercom]
[Cuckoo clock chirps]
SEBASTIAN: What'cha doing?
I'm sorry.
Just peeking.
How do I look?
You look better.
PRIS: Just better?
You look beautiful.
Thanks.
[Footsteps echo]
PRIS: How old are you?
Twenty-five.
- What's your problem?
- Methuselah syndrome.
What's that?
My glands, they grow old too fast.
Is that why you're still on earth?
SEBASTIAN:
Yeah. I couldn't pass the medical.
Anyway, I kind of like it here.
PRIS: I like you...
...just the way you are.
PRIS: Hi, Roy.
Gosh, you really got some nice toys here.
PRIS: This is the friend
I was telling you about.
This is my savior, J.F. Sebastian.
ROY: Sebastian....
I like a man that stays put.
You live here all by yourself, do you?
Yes.
SEBASTIAN: How about some breakfast?
SEBASTIAN:
I was just gonna make some. Excuse me.
PRIS: Well?
Leon....
PRIS: What's going on?
There's only two of us now.
Then we're stupid and we'll die.
No, we won't.
[Water bubbling]
SEBASTIAN: No.
Knight takes Queen, see?
ROY: It won't do.
[Thunder rumbles]
Why are you staring at us, Sebastian?
SEBASTIAN: 'Cause 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.
SEBASTIAN: Show me something.
ROY: Like what?
SEBASTIAN: Like anything.
We're not computers, Sebastian.
We're physical.
I think, Sebastian...
...therefore, I am.
Very good, Pris. Now show him why.
[Giggling]
[Water bubbling]
[Sebastian gasps and chuckles]
- We've got a lot in common.
- What do you mean?
Similar problems.
PRIS: Accelerated decrepitude.
SEBASTIAN: I don't know much about
bio-mechanics, Roy. I wish I did.
If we don't find out soon...
...Pris hasn't got long to live!
ROY: We can't allow that.
Is he good?
SEBASTIAN: Who?
Your opponent.
SEBASTIAN: Oh, Dr. Tyrell?
I've only beaten him once in chess.
He's a genius.
He designed you.
Maybe he could help?
SEBASTIAN:
I'd be happy to mention it to him.
Better if I talk to him in person.
ROY: From what 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 bubbles intensely]
We're so happy you found us.
[Sebastian giggles]
I don't think there is another human being
in the world that would've helped us.
[Dramatic synthesizer music]
TYRELL: [Echoing]
66,000 Prosser & Ankopitch.
Trade.
Trade at two....
INTERCOM: [Echoing] Blue entry.
Mr. J.F. Sebastian.
1-6-4-1-7.
TYRELL: [On intercom] At this hour?
What can I do for you, Sebastian?
Queen to Bishop six. Check.
TYRELL: [Voice echoes] Nonsense!
Just a moment.
Queen to Bishop six? Ridiculous!
Queen...
...Bishop six.
TYRELL: [On intercom] 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, Sebastian?
Milk and cookies kept you awake?
TYRELL: [On intercom] Let's discuss this.
You better come up, Sebastian.
[Engine hums]
SEBASTIAN: Mr. Tyrell?
I brought a friend.
TYRELL:
I'm surprised you didn't come here sooner.
ROY: It's not an easy thing
to meet your maker.
And what can he do for you?
ROY: Can the maker repair what he makes?
TYRELL: Would you like to be modified?
ROY: Stay here.
I had in mind something more radical.
What....
What seems to be the problem?
Death.
TYRELL: Death?
Well, I'm afraid that's a little
out of my jurisdiction. You...
I want more life...
...Fucker!
The facts of life....
To make an alteration in the...
...evolvement of an organic life
system is fatal.
TYRELL: A coding sequence cannot
be revised once it's been established.
Why not?
Because, by the second day of incubation,
any cells.