it.
I'd report the person
who gave it to me to the police.
You've got a little boy.
He shows you his butterfly collection...
...plus the killing jar.
I'd take him to the doctor.
DECKARD: You're watching television.
Suddenly you realize there's a wasp
crawling on your arm.
I'd kill it.
[Distorted hissing]
You're reading a magazine.
You see a full-page...
...nude photo of a girl.
Is this testing whether I'm a Replicant
or a lesbian, Mr. Deckard?
Just answer the questions, please.
You show it to your husband. He likes it
so much he hangs it in your bedroom.
RACHAEL: I wouldn't let him.
[Voices echo]
DECKARD: Why not?
RACHAEL: I should be enough for him.
DECKARD: One more question.
You're watching a stage play,
a banquet is in progress.
The guests are enjoying
an appetizer of raw oysters.
The entrйe consists of boiled dog.
[White noise and crackling sounds]
Would you step out for a few moments,
Rachael?
TYRELL: Thank you.
DECKARD: She's a Replicant, isn't she?
I'm impressed.
How many questions
does it usually take to spot one?
DECKARD: I don't get it, Tyrell.
How many questions?
DECKARD: Twenty, thirty, cross-referenced.
It took more than a hundred for Rachael,
didn't it?
She doesn't know?
TYRELL: She's beginning to suspect,
I think.
Suspect! How can it not know what it is?
Commerce is our goal here at Tyrell.
"More human than human" is our motto.
Rachael is an experiment. Nothing more.
We began to recognize in them
a strange obsession.
They're emotionally
inexperienced with only a few years...
...in which to store up the experiences
which you and I take for granted.
If we gift them with a past,
we create a cushion...
...or a pillow for their emotions and
consequently we can control them better.
Memories. You're talking about memories!
HOLDEN: Reaction time is a factor.
Please, pay attention.
HOLDEN: Answer as quickly as you can.
LEON: Sure.
HOLDEN: 1187 Hunterwasser.
LEON: That's the hotel.
HOLDEN: What?
LEON: Where I live.
HOLDEN: Nice place?
LEON: Yeah, I guess.
Is that part of the test?
HOLDEN: No.
[Shuttle roars]
[Heavy rain pelting, bursts of thunder]
[Neon light buzzes, more thunder]
[Dripping faucet echoes]
[Faint chime of bells]
[Female voices chant softly, background]
[Hum and hissing of heavy machinery]
ROY: Time?
Enough.
[Door hisses as it slides open]
Did you get your precious photos?
Someone was there.
Men?
Policemen?
[Bicycle fenders rattle, flames crackle]
[Technician muttering to himself
in Asian language]
[Technician yelling in Asian language]
ROY: "Fiery the angels fell...
"... deep thunder roared
around their shores...
"... burning with the fires of Orc. "
You not come here!
TECHNICIAN: lllegal!
TECHNICIAN: Cold!
Those are my eyes! Freezing!
Yes.
Questions.
[Suit bursts, hissing, deflating]
[Technician wails]
Morphology? Longevity? Incept dates?
TECHNICIAN: Don't know.
I don't know such stuff.
I just do eyes. Just eyes.
Just genetic design.
Just eyes.
You Nexus?
TECHNICIAN: I designed your eyes.
If only you could see
what I've seen with your eyes.
Now...
...questions.
I don't know answers.
ROY: Who does?
Tyrell! He knows everything.
Tyrell Corporation?
TECHNICIAN: He big boss.
Big genius. He design your mind.
Your brain.
Smart.
TECHNICIAN: [Shivering] Very cold.
Not an easy man to see...
TECHNICIAN: [Voice wavering] Very cold.
...I guess?
TECHNICIAN: Sebastian.
He take you there. He take you there.
ROY: Sebastian who?
[Stuttering] J.F. Sebast...
Now...
...where would we find this...
...J.F. Sebastian?
HOLDEN: Let's continue, shall we?
Describe, in single words...
...only the good things that come into
your mind about your mother.
LEON: My mother?
HOLDEN: Yeah.
LEON: I'll tell you about my mother.
[Gunshot on tape]
[Engine roars]
COMPUTER: Voice print identification.
Your floor number, please.
DECKARD: Deckard, 97.
COMPUTER: 97. Thank you.
[Gun clicks as loaded]