up, maybe you...
...want to be by yourself. Who knows?
You look down and you see a tortoise,
Leon.
- It's crawling towards you...
- A tortoise? What's that?
- You know what a turtle is?
- Of course.
Same thing.
I've never seen a turtle.
But I understand what you mean.
You reach down and you flip the tortoise
over on its back, Leon.
Do you make up these questions,
Mr. Holden?
Or do they write them down for you?
The tortoise lays on its back,
its belly baking in the hot sun...
...beating its legs, trying to turn itself over,
but it can't.
Not without your help.
But you're not helping.
What do you mean I'm not helping?
I mean, you're not helping.
Why is that, Leon?
They're just questions, Leon.
In answer to your query,
they're written down for me.
It's a test designed to provoke
an emotional response.
Shall we continue?
Describe, in single words, only the good
things that come into your mind...
...about your mother.
- My mother?
- Yeah.
Let me tell you about my mother.
A new life awaits you
in the Off-world colonies.
The chance to begin again...
...in a golden land of opportunity
and adventure.
A new life awaits you
in the Off-world colonies.
The chance to begin again
in a golden land...
...of opportunity and adventure.
Let's go to the colonies.
This announcement has been brought
to you by the Shimago-DomDeckard.
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 here.
I like you...
...just the way you are.
Hi, Roy.
Gosh, you really got some nice toys here.
This is the friend I was telling you about.
This is my savior, J.F. Sebastian.
I like a man that stays put.
You live here all by yourself, do you?
Yes.
How about some breakfast?
I was just gonna make some. Excuse me.
Well?
Leon....
What's going on?
There's only two of us now.
Then we're stupid and we'll die.
No, we won't.
No.
Knight takes Queen, see?
It won't do.
Why are you staring at us, Sebastian?
'Cause you're so different.
You're so perfect.
Yes.
What generation are you?
Nexus 6.