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Just a moment.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Let me tell you a story about your
mother.

Next subject, Kowalski Leon.

Engineer waste disposal.

File section, new employee, six days.

Calling Mr. Webber. Come in.

Repetition section, level nine.

We have a V1 security alert.

Stand by for ID check.

Sit down.

Okay, if I talk, I get kind of nervous
when I take tests. Just please don't

move.

I'm sorry.

I already had an IQ test this year.

I don't think I've ever had one of
these. The action time is a factor in

so please pay attention.

Answer as quickly as you can.

Okay.

1187 Hunter Bar, sir.

That's the hotel.

What? Where I live.

Nice place? Sure, I guess.

Is that part of the test?

No. Just warming you up, that's all.

Huh. It's not fancy or anything.

You're in a desert, walking along in the
sand when all of a sudden... Is this

the test now? Yes. You're in a desert,
walking along in the sand when all of a

sudden you look down... What?

A desert.

Doesn't make any difference what desert.
It's completely hypothetical.

But how come I'd be there? Maybe you're
fed up. Maybe you want to be by

yourself. Who knows?

You look down, you see a tortoise, Leon.

It's crawling towards you. 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, you flip the tortoise
over on its back, Leon.

You make up these questions, Mr. Holden,
and 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 old world's
colors.

The chance to begin again in a golden
land of opportunity.

You can.

You can.

You can.

You can.

I didn't know anything about Holden
getting wasted at the Tyrell

Why should I? I was retired.

Holden was my replacement.

I quit after my wife left me.

Went off world with some guy who made a
fortune in the college.

I thought I'd have a shot at being human
again.

A new life awaits you in the all -world
color.

The chance to begin again in a golden
land of opportunity and adventure.

I'm Decker, Blade Runner.

Retired.

At least, I thought I was retired.

Sushi.

That's what my ex -wife called me.

Go for it.

Hey, here you are.

He say you're a great runner.

Tell him I'm eating.

Hello, free.

Hey, what the hell?

The charmer's name was Gaff.

I'd seen him around.

Brian must have upped him to the Blade
Runner unit. That gibberish he talked

city speak, gutter talk, a mishmash of
Japanese, Spanish, German, what have

I didn't really need a translator. I
knew the lingo every good cop did.

But I wasn't going to make it easier for
him.

wouldn't have come if i just asked you
to sit down pal come on don't be an

asshole decker i've got four skin jobs
walking the streets

skin jobs

that's what bryant called replicants in
history books he's the kind of cop used

to call black men niggers they jumped
the shuttle off

world Showed the crew and passengers.

We 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 going to find out they're
down here.

You're going to spot them and you're
going to air them out.

I don't work here anymore.

Give it to Holton.

He's good.

I did.

He can breathe, though, Kate, as long as
nobody unplugs him.

It's not good enough.

Not good as you.

I need you, Dex.

But this is a bad one. The worst yet.

I need the old Blade Runner.

I need your magic.

I was quitting when I come in here,
Brian.

I'm forced to quit now.

Stop right where you are.

You know the score, pal.

You're not cops, you're little people.

No choice, huh?

No choice, pal.

You've already had an IQ test this year.

I don't think I've ever had one of
these.

Reaction time is a factor in this, so
please pay attention.

Answer as quickly as you can. Yeah,
sure.

Brian was the head of replicant
detection.

RepDetect, the Blade Runner unit.

An old -timer.

No particular qualifications.

But he held on to his job because he
knew a little something about everybody.

The things Bryant knew about you were
the things he didn't want anybody else

know.

Made you see his point of view.

There was an escape in the off -world
colonies two weeks ago. Six replicants,

three male, three female.

They slaughtered 23 people and jumped
the 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
electrical fuel. We lost the others.

On the possibility they might try to
infiltrate his employees, I had Holden

over and run void comp tests on the new
workers.

Looks like he got himself one.

So you look down, you see a tortoise.
It's crawling towards you.

Tortoise. That's Leo.

Ammunition loader and intergalactic run.
He can lift 400 -pound atomic loads all

day and night.

The only way you can hurt him is to kill
him.

Well, I don't get it. What do they risk
coming back to Earth for? That's

unusual. 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 Zora.

She's trained for an off -world kick
-murder squad.

Talk about beauty and the beast.

She's both.

The foreskin job is Pris, a basic
pleasure model, a standard item for

clubs in the outer colonies.

They were designed to copy human beings
in every way except their emotions.

The designers reckoned that after a few
years, they might develop their own

emotional responses.

Hate, love, fear, anger, envy.

So they built in a fail -safe device.

Which is what?

For your 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?

I never saw you look better.

Who's your plumber?

You blew it, friend.

It ain't like it used to be, Deck. It's
tough now.

These replicants aren't just a bunch of
muscle miners anymore. They're no damn

different than you or me.

What happened?

Three days ago, security at Terrell
Corp. finds three intruders in the

room. Kills two, one get away, okay?

They do a routine autopsy on the one
that got aired in, what do you know, a

shop. One of the ones that busted out.
Top floor replicant, combat type Nexus

I decide to check out all the new
employees at Terrell. I test 26 boring

when in comes this Leon somebody.
Nothing special, but very big.

You getting anything on the machine?

Yeah.

Gaff picked me up in the morning and
gave me the files on the escapees.

Useless stuff, but scary.

I had a headache by the time I got to
page two.

Ryan had pinpointed 12 -9 -2, one called
Batty as the leader of the escape. He

was a three -and -a -half -year -old
combat model.

Military tests had thrown him into every
off -world battle from the fighting at

Tannhauser Gate to the massacre on the
Venezuelan moons.

consistent excellence, top performer.

It would have been nice if the other
three had been sissies, house cleaners

something.

Such luck.

Number 18 -5, Zora.

Originally turned out as a hot pleasure
model and been retrained for

assassination.

Her psychological profile looked like a
combination of porno tape and a very

serious traffic accident.

Leon had been an ammunition loader on
intergalactic runs.

He could lift 400 -pound atomic loads
all day and night.

They jacked his pain threshold up so
high, the only way he could hurt it was

kill it.

That's great.

The last skin job was a nasty called
Prith.

Not much on her, but I already knew more
than I wanted to.

All four were unmarked next to six
months.

So -called big step forward in genetic
design.

Illegal on Earth.

The question was, would the Voigt
-Kampff machine identify the new one?

The giant Tyrell Corporation, an
agglomerate that specialized in

replicant labor to the off -world
colonies.

You

could

call it commerce.

You could call it growing slaves.

Depending on whether you were polite or
not.

Do you like our owl?

It's artificial?

Of course it is.

Must be expensive.

Very.

I'm Rachel.

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.

What is it?

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 Voigt -Kampff for short.

Mr. Deckard, Dr. Eldon Terrell.

Demonstrated.

I want to see it work.

Where's the subject?

I want to see it work on a person. I
want to see a negative before I provide

with a positive.

What's that gonna prove?

Indulge me.

On you?

Try her.

It's too bright in here.

Do you mind if I smoke?

It won't affect the test.

All right, I'm going to ask you a series
of questions.

Just relax and answer them as simply as
you can.

It's your birthday.

Someone gives you a casket and wallet.

I wouldn't accept it.

Also, 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

jar.

I'd take him to the doctor.

You're watching television.

Suddenly you realize there's a wasp
crawling on your arm. I'd kill it.

You're reading a magazine. You come
across a full -page nude photo of a

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 on your bedroom

wall.

I wouldn't let him.

Why not?

I should leave him alone.

Finding the Voight -Kampff on a known
human being. All you get is zero, zero,

zero.

Just a humor of the big shot. I ran 62
questions in the Omega series.

28 in the Coleman series.

And I was coming to the end of the
Cummings cross -reference.

And I got a cold chill down my spine.

You're watching a stage play. A banquet
is in progress.

The guests are enjoying an appetizer of
raw oysters.

The entree consists of boiled dog.

Would you step out for a few moments,
Rachel?

Thank you.

She's a replicant, isn't she?

I'm impressed.

How many questions does it usually take
to spot one?

I don't get it, Tyrone. How many
questions?

20, 30, cross -referenced.

It took more than a hundred for Rachel,
didn't it? She doesn't know.

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.

Rachel is an experiment, nothing more.

We began to recognize in them a strange
obsession.

After all, they are emotionally
inexperienced with only a...

A few years in which to store up the
experiences which you and I take for

granted. If we gift them with the past,
we create a cushion or a pillow for

their emotions, and consequently we can
control them better.

Memories.

You're talking about memories.

Shook me up for being a replicant and
not knowing it.

But Tyrell thought it was cute.

He ran scans of her memory implants for
me, a proud father showing off the

insides of his kid's brain.

Did you get your precious photos?

Someone was there

Ha -ha!

Fiery the angels fell.

Deep thunder rolled around their shores.

Burning with the fires of war.

You not come here.

Illegal.

Morphology, longevity, inceptates.

Don't know.

I don't know such stuff.

I just do eyes.

Just eyes. Genetic design.

Just eyes.

You next, huh?

I design your eyes.

Sure.

If only you could see what I've seen.

Your eyes.

Nothing.

Questions.

I don't know answers.

Who does?

Tyrell.

He knows everything.

Tyrell Corporation?

He's a big boss. He designed your mind.

Your brain.

Huh?

Not an easy man to see.

Give me gold.

I guess.

Sebastian? Did he take you there? Did he
take you there?

Sebastian who?

J. J. F.

Where would we find this J .F.
Sebastian?

They locked him in the cold unit without
any clothes.

He must have been freezing to death
about the time I was driving home with a

case of nerves.

All I had was a bunch of meaningless
snapshots.

A flake from a bathtub, a bad headache.

I figured if I found them, there was a
good chance I could get killed. And

sooner or later, I knew I was going to
find them.

Describe in single words only the good
things that come into your mind.

About your mother.

My mother? Yeah.

I'll tell you about my mother.

Voice print identification.

Your floor number, please. Decker, 97.

97, thank you.

I wanted to see you.

So I waited.

Let me help.

What do I need help for?

I don't know why he told you what he
did.

Talk to him.

He wouldn't see me.

You think I'm a replicant, don't you?

Look.

It's me with my mother.

Yeah? Remember when you were six?

You and your brother snuck into an empty
building through a basement window. You

were gonna play doctor.

He showed you his.

When it got to be your turn, you
chickened and ran. Remember that?

You ever tell anybody that?

Your mother, Tyrell, anybody?

You remember the spider that lived in a
bush outside your window?

Orange body, green legs.

Watched her build a web all summer.

Then one day there's a big egg in it.

The egg hatched. The egg hatched. And?

And a hundred baby spiders came out.

And they ate her.

Implants.

Those aren't your memories. They're
somebody else's. They're Tyrell's

Okay.

Bad joke.

I made a bad joke.

You're not a replicant.

Go home.

Okay?

No, really.

I'm sorry.

Go home.

Want a drink?

I'll get you a drink.

I'll get a glass.

Tyrell really did a job on Rachel.

Right down to a snapshot of a mother she
never had.

A daughter she never was.

Replicants weren't supposed to have
feelings.

Neither were Blade Runners.

What the hell was happening to me?

Leon's pictures had to be as phony as
Rachel's.

I didn't know why a replicant would
collect photos.

Maybe they were like Rachel.

They needed memory.

I forgot your bag.

I'm lost.

Don't worry, I won't hurt you.

What's your name?

Chris. Mine's J .F. Sebastian.

Hi. Hi.

Oh, where were you going?

Home?

I don't have one.

We scared each other pretty good, didn't
we?

We sure did.

I'm hungry, Jaya.

I got stuff inside.

You want to come in?

I was hoping you'd say that.

Get along with your chair.

Not really. I make friends.

They're toys. My friends are toys. I
make them.

It's a hobby. I'm a genetic designer.

Do you know what that is?

No.

Now.

Hello.

Yes, sir.

Home again.

They're my friends.

I made them. Where are your folks?

I'm sort of an orphan.

Oh, what about your friends?

I have some, but I have to find them.

I'll let them know where I am tomorrow.

Oh? Can I take those things for you?

They're soaked, aren't they?

Enhance 224 to 176.

Moving.

Enhance 34 to 46.

There was a sequined dress in the
closet.

I hadn't seen a sequined dress in 20
years.

Not since my days watching hot dancers
in the fourth sector.

Pull back.

Wait a minute. Go right.

Stop.

Seesaw.

Stop.

Enhance 57 to 19.

Back 45 left.

Stop.

Enhance 15 to 23.

Give me a hard copy right there.

It didn't help me any.

Neither did the flake from the bathtub.

Nothing helped.

Not even booze.

The plate.

Maybe it was a scale.

A fish scale.

real or artificial.

You need an expert to tell.

It was manufactured locally.

Highest quality, superior workmanship.

There is a maker serial number

9906947XB71.

Interesting.

Not fish.

Snake scale.

Snake.

Rai Abdul Ben Hassan, he made this
snake.

Serial number led me deep into the
animal market where I found the Egyptian

snake maker.

His license matched the first two
letters of the serial number.

The Egyptian was a fleas. He put the
same serial number on all his snakes.

That was illegal.

Some skillful questioning gave him a hot
memory.

down in the first sector, Chinatown.

side of the city.

I was back on the street of bad dreams
doing the tooths and belly holes.

I was remembering a whole lot.

I found a bar

You ever buy snakes from the Egyptians,
have you? All the time, pal.

You ever see this girl, huh?

Never seen a buzzsaw.

Your license is an order done.

I couldn't get her out of my head.

It was a genetic experiment.

A Nexus 6 with a phony snapshot and
phony memories which had made her think

was one of us.

Maybe she knew something.

Maybe she could figure out what they
were up to.

had people walk out of me before but not
when i was being so charming i'm in a

bar here now down in the fourth sector
taffy lewis is on the line why don't you

come on down here and have a drink i
don't think so mr daggard

that's not my kind of place go someplace
else

I couldn't blame her.

I was the smartass who had told her the
truth.

Nobody wants to know the truth.

Nobody.

I should have known better.

You shouldn't have asked him.

When you want to talk about snakes, you
talk to the artists.

Artists? The sexies, pal.

The ladies.

They're the ones that's got all the
snakes.

Yeah, they got all kinds.

They're in the dressing rooms out in the
back.

Can I go back there?

You got a badge?

What do you want, an invitation?

Thanks a lot.

A snake scale.

A snake. A snake dancing.

A ruckus. A ruckus.

Ladies

and

gentlemen, we have for your delight and
pleasure this evening a spectacular end.

Before you, dear Furman.

And with her, a stake.

Watch her take the pleasure from this
serpent that once corrupted man.

so so

Thank you.

Thank you.

Excuse me, Ms. Salamé. Can I talk to you
for a minute?

I'm from the American Federation of
Variety Artists.

Yeah? I'm not here to make you join.

No, ma 'am. That's not my department.

It's actually, uh...

I'm from the Confidential Committee on
Moral Abuses.

Committee of Moral Abuse?

Yes, ma 'am. There's been some reports
that the management has been taking

liberties with the artists in this
place.

I don't know nothing 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.

Huh?

Are you for real?

Oh, yeah.

I'd like to check your dressing room, if
I may.

For what? For a hole.

Hole? Well, you'd be surprised what a
guy would go through to get a glimpse of

beautiful body.

No, I wouldn't.

A little, uh...

Dirty holes, they drill in the wall so
they can lock the lady under it.

Once I got a look at it, I wanted to
determine my specialty.

I didn't really know anything, but I had
an instinct.

I was getting vibrations.

The trouble was how to make
confirmation.

Couldn't just run Voight -Kampff not
under the circumstances.

What if it was a woman?

I couldn't just blow away a woman.

Is this a real snake?

Of course it's not real.

Think I'd be working in a place like
this if I could afford a real snake?

So if somebody does try to exploit me,
who do I go to about it?

Me. You're a dedicated man.

you

couldn't just blow away a woman.

I remembered why I'd quit.

I remembered I used to tell my wife it
wasn't really blood on my clothes, not

human blood.

Looks like blood to me, she said.

I don't know.

My birthday is April 10, 2017.

How long do I live?

Four years.

More than you.

Painful living fear, isn't it?

Nothing is worse than having an itch you
can never scratch.

I agree.

Wake up.

Time to die.

He was the hunter.

I was the hunter.

I told myself that.

I told myself the hunter

needed a drink.

Ciao.

My every prayer, in and out, is just
your

name.

And would I be sure that you would be
mine.

I'm

going

home. Good luck with this guy again.

He's a goddamn one -man slaughterhouse,
that's what he is.

Three more to go.

Come on, Gav, let's go. Two.

There's two, he goes.

There's three.

Whether that's Ginyab, Yubiki, that
Tyrell corporate.

Rachel. Disappeared. Vanished. Didn't
even know she was a replicant.

Nothing to do with a brain implant, said
Tyrell.

Come on, Gav.

Drink's up for me, is that all?

Bye.

I am the business.

I washed the blood off, but I knew I
wasn't going to feel clean.

She wasn't a woman.

She was the skin job.

A replicant.

She was illegal now.

A fugitive.

No papers and no permits.

I was a lieutenant and rep detect.

A blade runner.

I was supposed to turn her in.

Or burn her down.

And what was I doing?

Trying to wash the blood off.

There's no rule that says you have to be
clean before you waste one.

What if I go north?

Disappear.

Would you come after me?

Hunt me?

But somebody would.

You know those files on me?

The inceptate.

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?

Thank you.

I didn't know if I could play.

I remember lessons.

I don't know if it's me or Terrell's
niece.

I can't rely on you. Say you'd kiss me.

I want to.

I want to.

What you doing? Sorry, just baking.

How do I look? You look better.

Just better?

Well, you look beautiful.

How old are you?

25.

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 metaphor.

Anyway, I kind of like it here.

I like you.

Just the way you are.

Gosh, we got some nice toys here.

This is the friend I was telling you
about.

This is my favorite, J .F. Sebastian.

Sebastian.

I like a man that stays put.

You live here all by yourself, do you?

Yes.

How about some breakfast?

I was just going to make some.

Well?

Leon.

What's going on?

There's only two of us now.

We're stupid.

No, night takes queen. See?

Don't do it.

Why are you staring at me, Sebastian?

Because you're so different.

You're so perfect.

What generation are you?

Nexus 6.

Ah, I knew it. Because I do genetic
design work for the Terrell Corporation.

There's some of me in you.

Show me something.

Like what?

Like anything.

We're no computers, Sebastian.

We're physical.

I think, Sebastian.

Therefore, I am.

Very good press now, Sean. Why?

We've got a lot in common.

What do you mean?

Similar problems.

Accelerated decrepitude.

I don't know much about biomechanics,
Roy. I wish I did.

If we don't find help soon, Pris hasn't
got long to live.

We can't allow that.

Is he good?

Who?

Your opponent.

Oh, Dr. Terrell?

I've only beaten him once in chess.

He's a genius.

He designed you.

Maybe he could help.

I'd be happy to mention it to him.

Sure.

Better if I talk to him in person.

I understand he's a sort of hard man to
get to.

Yes.

Very.

Will you help us?

I can't.

We need you, Sabat.

You're our best and only friend.

We're so happy you found us.

I don't think there's another human
being in the whole world who would have

helped us.

You're making me pee.

You're making me piss, asshole.

What did you do, fuck it?

What?

As pathetic as what it is.

Two old blade runners trying to grapple
with metaphysics.

You gonna turn out like that guy?

I spit on metaphysics, sir.

You think he knows where that Tarvel job
he vacated is?

Perhaps.

But then again, perhaps not, sir.

Deckard's a deep one.

You give me that promotion, I'll find a
service.

Then they bust in the record room with
Terrell Hook.

That doesn't work.

Then they send in that big bozo, Leon.

They send him in to infiltrate Terrell
Hook.

That doesn't work.

Then they go...

God metaphysics come on

I locked the door and left her with a
gun.

If it isn't me, shoot.

Suddenly I knew what they were looking
for.

She figured it out easy enough.

They wanted life.

Only Tyrell could help them with that.

This sector is under curfew and closed
ground traffic.

What are you doing here?

Don't be a smartass.

Morphin, what are you doing?

A rescue, that's right.

I'm Decker, Blade Runner.

260 -354, I'm cloud monitor.

Hold on.

Decker.

Dr. Schlecht?

The Tyrell company was impregnable. The

only way in was with security access,
and only six people had 24 -hour

clearance.

You are senior vice president of the
Tyrell Corporation.

You have these wheat clearance at
Tyrell, right?

How many other employees have the same
clearance?

Including Dr.

Tyrell and myself.

The others.

Dr. Stu and J .S. Sebastian.

Sebastian.

Jawohl, J .S. Sebastian.

I want you to authorize access to your
personnel file.

Put it on Esper.

Now? Do you know what time it is?

J .S. Sebastian employment and personal
information.

Punch in your Esper code, please.

Coming in.

Night, Doc.

Hello? Hi, is Jan there?

Who is it?

It's Eddie, old friend of Jan.

for your friends.

Sir,

you have six seconds.

Note,

USLR

pantry, milk is still too hot.

66.

Hmm. Trade.

Trade at... At

this

hour?

What can I do for you, Sebastian?

Queen to Bishop Six, check.

Nonsense. Just a moment.

Queen to bishop six.

Ridiculous.

Queen.

It's on your mind, Sebastian.

What are you thinking about?

Bishop to King Seven.

Checkmate.

Bishop to King Seven. Checkmate, I
think.

Got a brainstormer, Sebastian?

Milk and cookies kept you awake, huh?

Let's discuss this.

You better come up, Sebastian.

Mr. Terrell?

I... I brought a friend.

I'm surprised you didn't come here
sooner.

It's not an easy thing to meet your
maker.

What could he do for you?

And the maker repair what he makes.

Would you like to be modified?

Stay.

I had in mind something a little more
radical.

What?

What seems to be the problem?

Death. Death.

Well, I'm afraid that's a little out of
my jurisdiction. I want more life,

Father.

The facts of life.

To make an alteration in the evolvement
of an organic life system is fatal.

A coding sequence cannot be revised once
it's been established.

Why not?

Caused by the second day of incubation,
any cells that have undergone reversion

mutations give rise to reverted colonies
like rats leaving a sinking ship. Then

the ship sinks.

What about EMS recombination?

We've already tried it.

Ethylmethane sulfonate is an alkylating
agent and a potent mutagen. It created a

virus so lethal the...

The subject was dead before he left the
table. Then a repressive protein that

blocks the operating cells.

Wouldn't obstruct replication, but it
does give rise to an error in

so that the newly formed DNA strand
carries the mutation and you've got a

again.

But, uh, this, all of this is academic.

You were made as well as we could make
you.

But not to last.

The light that burns twice as bright
burns half as long. And you have burned

very, very brightly, Roy.

Look at you.

You're the prodigal son.

You're quite a prize.

I've done questionable things.

Also extraordinary things.

Revel in your time.

Nothing the God of biomechanics wouldn't
let you in heaven.

18 red.

Mom?

18 red.

You have 10 seconds.

Counting.

Uno. Dos.

Tres.

Cuatro.

Not very sporting to fire on the non
-armed opponent.

I'm sorry.

You're supposed to be good.

Aren't you the good man?

Get out of yourself, little man.

This is for Zora.

This is for Pris.

Come on, get in.

I'm right here, but you've got to shoot
straight.

Three doesn't seem to be good enough.

Now it's my turn.

I'm going to give you a few seconds
before I come.

One.

Two.

Three.

Peace.

Thank you.

I'm in pain, are you?

Are you in pain?

You better get it up.

I'm going to have to kill you.

Unless you're alive.

You can't play if you don't play.

mentioned her.

Quite an experience to live in fear,
isn't it?

That's what it is to be a slave.

I've seen things people wouldn't
believe.

Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of
Orion.

I watched sea beans glitter in the dark
near the Tenhouser Gate.

All those moments.

will be lost in time.

I watched him die all night.

It was a long, slow thing, and he fought
it all the way.

He never whimpered, and he never quit.

He took all the time he had, as though
he loved life very much.

Every second of it, even the pain.

Then he was dead.

We've done a man's job, sir.

But I assure you all, man, you can't

tell who's who around here.

I'll get you through, huh?

It's too bad she won't live.

But then again, who does?

Rachel Rachel

Rachel

Okay.

You love me?

I love you.

and who does?

Are you a guy lover?

Yes.

Did you know your wife a long time?

Long time.

Forever.

You know what I think?

I think today has been the best day of
my life.

You know what else I think?

Thank you.