Bryant's Office
Characters: Deckard, Bryant DeckardBryant
Location: Bryant's office
Duration: 4''33'
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Script :

Bryant: Hiya Deck.

Deckard: Bryant.

Bryant: You wouldn't have come if I just asked you to. Sit down pal. C'mon don't be an asshole Deckard. I've got four skin jobs walking the streets.

Deckard (voice-over): Skin jobs. That's what Bryant called replicants. In history books he's the kind of cop that used to call black men niggers.

Bryant: 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.

Deckard: Embarrassing.

Bryant: No sir. Not embarrassing, because no one's ever going to find out they're down here. Because you're going to spot them, and you're going to air them out.

Deckard: I don't work here anymore. Give it to Holden, he's good.

Bryant: I did. He can breathe okay as long as nobody unplugs him. [ Gaff picks up a pice of paper ] He's not good enough, not as good as you. I need you, Deck. This is a bad one, the worst yet. I need the old blade runner, I need your magic.

Deckard: I was quit when I came in here, Bryant. I'm twice as quit now.

Bryant: Stop right where you are. You know the score pal. If you're not cop, you're little people.

[ Gaff sets down an oragami chicken ]

Deckard: No choice, huh?

Bryant: No choice pal.

[ Video room - showing video of Leon and Holden, labeled "V.K. 96/W/9-3H" ]

Leon (video): I already had an IQ test this year, I don't think I've ever had one of these-

Holden (video): Reaction time is a factor in this, so please pay attention. Answer as quickly as you can.

Leon (video): Yeah, sure.

Holden (video): One-one-eight-seven at Unterwasser.

Leon (video): Yeah, that's the hotel.

Holden (video): What?

Leon (video): Where I live.

Holden (video): Nice place?

Leon (video): Yeah, sure I guess--

Bryant: There was an escape from the Off-world colonies two weeks ago. Six replicants, three male, three female. They slaughtered twenty-three 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. One of them got fried running through an electrical field. We lost the others. On the possibility they might try to infiltrate his employees, I had Holden go over and run Voigt-Kampff tests on the new workers. Looks like he got himself one.

Holden (video): So you look down you see a tortoise. It's crawling toward you.

Leon (video): Tortoise, what's that?

Holden (video): Know what a turtle is?

Leon (video): Of course.

Holden (video): Same thing.

Leon (video): I've never seen a turtle.

Deckard: 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?

Bryant: Well you tell me pal, that's what you're here for.

Deckard: [funny look]. [pause] What's this?

Bryant: Nexus 6. Roy Batty. Incept date 2016. Combat model. Optimum self-sufficiency. Probably the leader. [ pause ] This is Zhora. She's trained for an Off-world kick-murder squad. Talk about beauty and the beast, she's both. [ pause ] 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 that after a few years they might develop their own emotional responses. You know, hate, love, fear, anger, envy. So they built in a fail-safe device.

Deckard: Which is what?

Bryant: Four year life span.

Bryant: Now there's a Nexus 6 over at the Tyrell Corporation. I want you to go put the machine on it.

Deckard: And if the machine doesn't work?

[ Deckard flies to the enormous Tyrell building ]

Deckard (voice-over): I'd quit because I'd had a belly full of killing. But then I'd rather be a killer than a victim. And that's exactly what Bryant's threat about little people meant. So I hooked in once more, thinking that if I couldn't take it, I'd split later. I didn't have to worry about Gaff. He was brown-nosing for a promotion, so he didn't want me back anyway.