Blade_Runner

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down before the boy.
IAN is a fresh, slim lad who is ten today. He looks up
at his father, then, beaming, pries open the "egg's"
hinged lid. Tyrell's hand goes to his pocket and the
griffon steps out of the shell.
IAN
Oh!
Basically an avian invention, it has wings and plumage,
the head of an eagle, the body of a lion and weighs no
more than eight pounds. It cranes its neck and testing
its balance, stands on one leg and then hops to the
edge of the table and into the air.
The littlest tot claps her hands as the griffon beats
its wings rapidly and rises towards the ceiling. Turn-
ing in a forty-five degree, it suddenly drops into a
dive.
Delighted, the children shriek and scream as the griffon
swoops over their crouching heads and sails the length
of the hall -- its silhouette flickering briefly over
the ancestral portraits of the Tyrell clan.
Reaching the end of the room, it banks sharply and
flies back towards the table, cups its wings, spreads
its tail and comes in for an awkward landing. They're
laughing and clapping as it waddles down the table and
knocks over a glass and stops in front of Ian.
IAN
Papa! Did you make this?
TYRELL
No. We can make man, but not a
griffon.
He bends down and kisses his wife.
TYRELL
Have to give the cottage industry
a chance too.
Pleased he excuses himself and heads for the den.
INT. TYRELL DEN - NIGHT 90
Tyrell comes in and sits behind his desk. Sebastian
hands down the invoices. Tyrell glances over them and
writes out a check.
He looks up to hand it over when he sees Batty against
the wall, by the door. For a fraction of a second he's
shocked, but recovers fast.
TYRELL
A friend of yours, Sebastian?
SEBASTIAN
Yes, this is someone who wants to
talk to you, Dr. Tyrell.
Batty smiles.
BATTY
The name is Batty. Roy Batty.
TYRELL
Oh?
Very slowly Tyrell's hand moves towards the back side
of the desk.
BATTY
To act without understanding could
lead to the very thing the act
seeks to avoid.
What's in Batty's eyes completes the warning. Tyrell
decides to heed it.
BATTY
A little talk it all I need.
Tyrell looks at Sebastian. Considers consequences.
Back to Batty.
TYRELL
Would you like to talk in private
then.
Batty thinks it over.
BATTY
Yeah. It might be better if we
talk in private, Sebastian. Why
don't you go home.
TYRELL
Here's your check, my boy. Thank
you.
SEBASTIAN
Thank you, Dr. Tyrell. I'll see
you later.
He slips out closing the door behind him. Opens it
again and sticks his head it.
SEBASTIAN
Was everything okay?
TYRELL
Just beautiful.
He's gone.
If Tyrell is scared he's doing a good job of concealing
it.
TYRELL
I'm surprised you didn't come to
me sooner.
BATTY
It's not an easy thing to meet
your maker.
TYRELL
And what can he do for you?
BATTY
Can the maker repair what he makes?
TYRELL
Would you like to be modified?
BATTY
Had in mind something a little more
radical.
TYRELL
What's the problem?
BATTY
Death.
TYRELL
I'm afraid that's a little out of
my...
Batty cuts in with a whisper.
BATTY
I want more life, fucker.
TYRELL
Come here.
Batty walks forward.
TYRELL
Sit down.
Batty does.
TYRELL
The facts of life. I'll be blunt.
To make an alteration in the
evolvement of an organic life
system, at least by men, makers
or not, it fatal. A coding sequence
can't be revised once it's
established.
BATTY
Why?
TYRELL
Because by the second day of
incubation any cells that have
undergone reversion mutation give
rise to revertant colonies -- like
rats leaving a sinking ship. The
ship sinks.
BATTY
What about E.M.S. recombination?
TYRELL
We've already tried it -- ethyl
methane sulfonate is an alkylating
agent and a potent mutagen -- it
creates a virus so lethal the
subject was destroyed before we
left the table.
Batty nods grimly.
BATTY
Then a repressor protein that blocks
the operating cells.
TYRELL
Wouldn't obstruct replication, but
it does give rise to an error in
replication, so that the newly
formed DNA strand carries a
mutation and you're got a virus
again... but all this is academic
-- you are made as good as we could
make you.
BATTY
But not to last.
TYRELL
Put it this way. Rolls Royces are
made to last -- as least they were.
But I'm afraid you're a Ferrari.
A high strung racing car -- built
to win, not to last.
Batty smiles bitterly.
TYRELL
Also you're too valuable to
experiment with.
BATTY
I am?
Tyrell can't help a flash of pride.
TYRELL
The bast of all possible androids.
We're proud of our prodigal son --
glad you're returned. You're quite
a prize.
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