Blade Runner 2049 Page #3

Would it be possible to reschedule,

this call a ways?

Everyone remembers where they

were at the Blackout. You?

That was a little before before my time.

I was at home with my folks,

and ten days of darkness.

Every machine stopped cold.

When the lights came back,

we were wiped clean:

photos, files, every bit of data... gone.

Bank records, too.

Didn't mind that!

It's funny, it's only paper that lasted.

I mean, we had everything on drives.

Everything, everything, everything.

My mom still cries over

the lost baby pictures.

Well, it's a shame.

You must've been adorable.

Hm... Ah!

Pretty fractured, not much on it.

One of the last Gens, pre-prohibition.

Standard issue, made by Tyrell.

And?

- Unremarkable.

- Unremarkable?

There must be something

else we can find, right?

Another prodigal serial number

returned.

A 30 year old open case, finally closed.

Thank you, Officer.

I'm here for Mr. Wallace, I'm Luv.

He named you.

Must be special.

I'm here for Mr. Wallace. Follow me.

The ancient models give

the entire endeavour a bad name.

What a gift, don't you think,

from Mr. Wallace to the world?

The outer colonies would never have

flourished had he not bought Tyrell.

Revivified the technology.

To say the least of what we do.

I see you're also a customer.

Are you satisfied with

our product?

She's very realistic. Thank you.

Here. All the junk is in here.

Lucky for you, Mr Wallace

is a data hoarder.

No one's been down here in ages.

Sorry about that.

All our memory bearings from the time.

They were all damaged in the Blackout.

But there are, sometimes, fragments.

You've got a little boy.

He shows you his butterfly

collection, plus the kill jar.

I'd take him to the doctor.

- There's a wasp crawling on your arm.

- I'd kill it.

You're reading a magazine and you come

across a full page nude photo of a girl.

Is this testing whether I'm a replicant

or a lesbian, Mr. Deckard?

Just answer the question, please.

It was unclear what she was.

At least, to someone.

This was a test.

We were difficult to spot, then.

Was there anything unusual

about how you found her?

To warrant an official investigation?

You know how people are

about old serial numbers.

Everyone just sleeps better

when they know where they got to.

She likes him.

Who?

This is Officer Deckard.

She's trying to provoke him.

It is invigorating being

asked personal questions.

Makes one feel...

desired.

Do you enjoy your work, Officer?

Please thank Mr. Wallace for your time.

You worked with Officer Deckard,

back in the day.

What can you tell me about him?

He liked to work alone.

So did I.

So we worked together,

to keep it that way

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