Captain Bryant...
Bryant, huh?
Yellow 3.
Climb and maintain 4000.
Final descent.
Now on glide path. Mark course.
Over the landing threshold.
Hiya, Deck.
Bryant.
You wouldn't have come if I
just asked you to. Sit down, pal.
come on, don't be an asshole, Deckard.
I've got four skin-jobs walking the streets.
They jumped a shuttle Off-world,
killed the crew and passengers.
They found the shuttle drifting
off the coast two weeks ago...
...so we know they're around.
Embarrassing.
No, sir, not embarrassing. No one's
ever gonna find out they're down here.
Because you're gonna spot
them and air them out.
I don't work here anymore.
Give it to Holden.
- He's good.
- I did.
He can breathe okay as
long as nobody unplugs him.
He's not good enough. Not good as you.
I need you, Deck.
Now, this is a bad one, the worst yet.
I need the old Blade Runner.
I need your magic.
I was quit when I come in here, Bryant.
I'm twice as quit now.
Stop right where you are.
You know the score, pal?
If you're not cop, you're little people.
No choice, huh?
No choice, pal.
I already had an IQ test this year.
I don't think I've
ever had one of these.
Reaction time is a factor,
so please pay attention.
- Answer as quickly as you can.
- Yeah, sure.
1187 at Hunterwasser.
Yeah. That's the hotel.
- What?
- Where I live.
- Nice place?
- Yeah, sure, I guess.
There was an escape from the
Off-world colonies two weeks ago.
Six Replicants: three male, three female.
They slaughtered 23 people
and jumped a shuttle.
An aerial patrol spotted
the ship off the coast.
No crew, no sight of them.
Three nights ago they tried to
break into Tyrell Corporation.
Two of them got fried running
through an electrical field.
We lost the others.
On the possibility they might
try to infiltrate as employees...
...I had Holden go over and run Voight
- Kampff tests on the new workers.
Looks like he got himself one.
So you look down and you see a
tortoise. It's crawling towards you.
- Tortoise?
- That's Leon.
Ammunition loader on intergalactic runs.
He can lift 400-pound atomic
loads all day and night.
The only way you
can hurt him is to kill him.
I don't get it. What do they risk coming
back to Earth for? That's unusual. Why...?
What do they want out of
the Tyrell Corporation?
Well, you tell me, pal.
That's what you're here for.
- What's this?
- Nexus 6. Roy Batty.
Incept date: 2016.
Combat model. Optimum self-sufficiency.
Probably the leader.
This is Zhora.
She's trained for an
Off-world kick murder squad.
Talk about Beauty and the Beast. She's both.
The fourth skin-job is
Pris, a basic pleasure model.
The standard item for military
clubs in the outer colonies.
They were designed to copy human beings
in every way except their emotions.
The designers reckoned after a few years...
...they might develop their
own emotional responses.
Oh, hate, love, fear, anger, envy.
So they built in a fail-safe device.
- Which is what? -
Four-year lifespan.
Now, there's a Nexus 6 over
at the Tyrell Corporation.
- I want you to go put the machine on it.
- And if the machine doesn't work?
Do you like our owl?
It's artificial?
Of course it is.
Must be expensive.
Very. I'm Rachael.
Deckard.
It seems you feel our work is
not a benefit to the public.
Replicants are like any other machine:
They're either a benefit or a hazard.
If they're a benefit, it's not my problem.
May I ask you a personal question?
Sure.
Have you ever retired a human by mistake?
No.
- But in your position, that is a risk.
- Is this to be an empathy test?
Capillary dilation of the
so-called blush response?
Fluctuation of the pupil.
Involuntary dilation of the iris.
We call it Voight-Kampff for short.
Mr. Deckard, Dr. Eldon Tyrell.
Demonstrate it.
I wanna see it work.
- Where's the subject?
- I