BLADE RUNNERScreenplay byHAMPTON FANCHERandDAVID PEOPLESFebruary 23, 1981NOTE: THE HARD COPY OF THIS SCRIPT CONTAINED SCENE NUMBERSAND SOME "SCENE OMITTED" SLUGS. THEY HAVE BEEN REMOVED FORTHIS SOFT COPY.android (an'droid) adj. Possessing human features - n.A synthetic man created from biological materials.Also called humanoid. (Late Greek androeides,manlike: ANDR(O) - OID.)THE AMERICAN HERITAGEDICTIONARY OF THE ENGLISHLANGUAGE (1976)android (an'droid) n, Gk. humanoid automation. more atrobot./ 1. early version utilized for work tooboring, dangerous or unpleasant for humans.2. second generation bio-engineered. Electronicrelay units and positronic brains. Used in spaceto explore inhospitable environments. 3. thirdgeneration synthogenetic. REPLICANT, constructedof skin/flesh culture. Selected enogenic transferconversion. Capable of self perpetuating thought.paraphysical abilities. Developed for emigrationprogram.WEBSTER'S DICTIONARY

New International (2012)FADE IN:EXT. HADES - DUSKWe are MOVING TOWARD the Tyrell Corporation across avast plain of industrialization, menacing shapes on thehorizon, stacks belching flames five hundred feet intothe sky the color of cigar ash. The CAMERA MOVES INTOa window in the large pyramid-shaped building. A manis sitting at a table. Another man enters the room andsits down. The following scene is reflected in the eyeuntil HOLDEN is seated.INT. TYRELL CORPORATION INTERROGATION ROOM - DUSKThe eye is magnified and deeply revealed. Flecks ofgreen and yellow in a field of milky blue. Icy fila-ments surround the undulating center.The eye is brown in a tiny screen. On the metallicsurface below, the words VOIGHT-KAMPFF are finelyetched. There's a touch-light panel across the topand on the side of the screen, a dial that registersfluctuation of the iris.The instrument is no bigger than a music box and sitson a table between two men. The man talking is big,looks like an overstuffed kid. LEON it says on hisbreast pocket. He's dressed in a warehouseman's uni-form and his pudgy hands are folded expectantly in hislap. Despite the obvious heat, he looks very cool.The man facing him is lean, hollow-cheeked, and dressedin grey. Detached and efficient, he looks like a copor an accountant. His name is Holden and he's allbusiness, except for the sweat on his face.The room is large and humid. Rows of salvaged junkare stacked neatly against the walls. Two large FANSWHIRR above their heads.LEONOkay if I talk?Holden doesn't answer. He's centering Leon's eye onthe machine.LEONI kinda get nervous when I taketests.

HOLDENDon't move.LEONSorry.He tries not to move, but finally his lips can't helpa sheepish smile.LEONI already had I.Q. test this year...but I don't think I never had a...HOLDENReaction time is a factor in this soplease pay attention. Answer as quicklyas you can.LEONUh... sure...HOLDENOne one eight seven at Hunterwasser...LEONOh... that's the hotel.HOLDENWhat?LEONWhere I live.HOLDENNice place ?LEONHuh? Sure. Yeah. I guess. Isthat.. part of the test ?Holden smiles a patronising smile.HOLDENWarming you up, that's all.LEONOh.It'sHOLDENYou're in a desert, walking alongin the sand when....LEONIs this the test now ?HOLDENYes. You're in a desert, walkingalong in the sand when all of a suddenyou lookdown and see a.....