you a few questions.
Blow.
Do you ever buy any snakes
from the Egyptian, Taffey?
All the time, pal.
Did you ever see this girl?
Never seen her. Buzz off.
Your licenses in order, pal?
Hey, Louie. The man is dry.
Give him one on the house, okay? See ya.
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' on the line.
Why don't you come 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 some reports
that the management...
...has been taking liberties
with the artists in this place.
I don't know nothin' 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?
Are you for real?
I'd like to check your dressing room,
if I may.
- For what?
- For holes.
Holes?
You'd be surprised what a guy
would go through...
...to get a glimpse of a beautiful body.
No, I wouldn't.
Well, 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.
Do you think I'd be working in a place
like this if I could afford a real snake?
So, if somebody tries to exploit me,
who do I go to about it?
Me.
You're a dedicated man. Dry me.
Move!
Get out of the way!
Deckard.
B26354.
Move on. Move on.
A minute.
Yeah, what do you want?
Tsin-Tao.
Is this enough?
Bryant.
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.
Four more to go. Come on, Gaff, let's go.
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.
Leon!
How old am I?
I don't know!
My birthday's April 10th, 2017.
How long do I live?
Four years.
More than you!
It's painful to live in fear, isn't it?
Nothing is worse than having
an itch you can never scratch.
Oh, I agree!
Wake up! Time to die.
Shakes?
Me, too.
I get 'em 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, I wouldn't.
I owe you one.
But somebody would.
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?
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 mem...
- Say, "kiss me. "
Kiss me.
I want you.
I want you.
Again.
I want you.
Put your hands on me.
What'cha doing?
I'm sorry.
Just peeking.
How do I look?
You look better.
Just better?
You look beautiful.
Thanks.
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?
Yeah. I couldn't pass the medical.
Anyway, I kind of like it