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.
The custom-tailored, genetically
engineered humanoid Replicant...
...designed especially for your needs.
So come on, America.
Let's put out...
Give me four.
No, four. Two, two. Four.
And noodles.
Hey.
He say you under arrest, Mr. Deckard.
Got the wrong guy, pal.
He say you Blade Runner.
Tell him I'm eating.
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