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This little light I've found

Take it in, breathe it out

A little drum that's beating loud

In my chest, I hear the sound

I can feel

Feel you now

I can feel you now

I can feel

I can feel you now

Elle!

You're hurt bad. I know it's painful.

Just hold still.

You can't keep doing this to yourself.

You're lucky to still be alive. They nearly had you.

Grant mentioned something...

What's a Blade Runner?

Someone who retires replicants.

Retire?

This has gone far enough.

Walk away.

I can't.

Not when there's one left out there.

His name is Dr. M.

Wait, you know him?

I'm not doing this anymore.

We had a deal. You were gonna help me.

I'm not gonna help you get yourself killed.

C'mon.

In here.

Evening.

Davis, LAPD.

Sorry officer, I don't carry parts for police spinners.

Good thing I'm not here to shop.

So, you been watching the news?

Not really. Been pretty busy.

Too busy to hear about someone that goes by the name Black Lotus?

Who killed three people?

What's that gotta do with me?

When we were looking for Black Lotus last night, you got caught up in the sweep.

Even got detained.

Well, thanks for the apology, if that's what this is.

When I saw your name in the report...

I recognized it.

Officer Joseph.

B-4-63-6-7.

A real legend in Blade Runner circles.

Held the record, right? A hundred I think?

200?

How many replicants did you retire?

Doesn't ring a bell.

Don't try and play innocent.

Black Lotus is some kind of replicant.

You used to be a Blade Runner. The best.

What does she want? Why do any of this?

I'm just a junk dealer.

If you do remember anything...

please give me a call.

Elle?

Shit!

Is there no other way?

Not now, son. I'm very busy.

I've been locked out of my lab.

We're selling off the Tyrrell assets,

including the replicant program.

No more games.

They're my replicants.

And one of your replicants

is responsible for four murders.

One of them was a senator, for heaven's sake.

I am cleaning up this mess

to make sure that none of it ever becomes public knowledge.

You promised me they would be subservient!

A new era of cheap, disposable labor!

But you weren't satisfied with that, were you?

Kept trying to make them more and more human.

You left me no other choice but to shut it down!

What do you think will happen if these murders are linked to the company?

So help me--

Calm down, father.

You mustn't strain your heart.

You're making a mistake.

My replicants are flawless.

You'll see.

Dr. Murphy's office. How may I direct your call?

I'm supposed to deliver a package to the doctor,

but the address got smudged in the rain.

We're at the corner of Victory and Sepulveda.

Leave the package with the gate guard.

I hope you remember me.

Because I sure as hell remember you.

Oh, we do wake up feisty, don't we?

Let's get right into finding out why you're a deviant.

Goodman,

begin the memory extraction.

Yes, Dr. M.

Starting now, sir.

These are the memories I gave her.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Desert is real.

It's an actual experience of hers.

Well, there must be something.

What is it?

I'm not sure.

There's an...

inconsistency, I think?

Between the memories I made and how she remembers them.

An inconsistency in her memories?

You want me to report the prototype

snapped and went on a killing spree

because of a memory inconsistency?

Look at this.

I deliberately created an excess of happy memories,

more than the average human has.

The idea was it'd create a buffer to help the replicants handle their emotion.

I thought it'd confirm whether or not replicants could stay fully submissive,

even under a case of extreme stress, like the Doll Hunt.

Wait.

That's not mine.

What exactly does that mean?

I didn't create these memories!

Then who did?

I don't understand...

Why build a clear memory of a specific place?

Replicant memories never fade, so artificial ones need a haze.

But this one is crystal clear.

I don't see the point.

No associated emotion.

Why go to the trouble?

Who could do what you're describing?

Creating additional memories...

This is a high level of memory creation.

Not just anyone could manage it.

Wait, stop.

What is that?

Is this memory artificial too?

Doesn't look created.

Are you sure?

Whoever has been messing with her memories isn't great with colors.

But this...

This memory doesn't look artificial.

Get her out. May as well just ask her.

Enough!

I think you're more trouble than you're worth.

W-wait, you--you don't need to do this.

If you want me to stop...

Tell me who's responsible for the Doll Hunt.

Niander Wallace Senior.

Wallace Corp organized the Doll Hunt, as part of R&D for their replicants.

It was Wallace behind it all!

Hey!

What he said, is it true?

The Doll Hunt was Mr. Wallace's idea!

The Wallace Corporation wants to mass reproduce

totally obedient replicants!

They're still making more of us?

My memories, what of me is real?

All of it.

Everything you want to believe is real!

None of it actually happened, though!

They're fake.

Artificial doesn't mean fake.

Your memories are real to you.

Humans interpret their memories however we want,

but I couldn't give replicants that freedom.

So I tried to give you a measure of happiness instead.

And my memory by the pool?

It's real.

I did it.

I made them pay for what they did.

So why...?

Niander Wallace Senior.

Wallace Corp organized the Doll Hunt, as part of R&D for their replicants.

It was Wallace behind it all!

I've been running

Chasing danger

I'm becoming

A force of nature

Still tied to who I was

Mm

New age, I'm waking up

Can't save myself

Somebody's gotta save me from me

I can't save myself

Somebody's gotta know what I need

I can't save myself

Oh, no, oh, no

I can't save myself

Oh, no, oh, no

Who's gonna save me?

Who's gonna save me?

Are you gonna save me?

Are you someone that I can rely on?

If you ain't with it, then you'll go

I've been waiting

Can't save myself

Somebody's gotta save me from me

I can't save myself

Somebody's gotta know what I need

I can't save myself

Oh, no, oh, no

I can't save myself

Oh, no, oh, no