Blade Runner Page #2

LEON:

But how come I'd be there?

HOLDEN:

Maybe you're fed up, maybe you want

to be by yourself.. who knows.

So you look down and see a

tortoise. It's crawling toward

you....

LEON:

A tortoise. What's that?

HOLDEN:

Know what a turtle is?

LEON:

Of course.

HOLDEN:

Same thing.

LEON:

I never seen a turtle.

He sees Holden's patience is wearing thin.

LEON:

But I understand what you mean.

HOLDEN:

You reach down and flip the

tortoise over on its back, Leon.

Keeping an eye on his subject, Holden notes the dials

in the Voight-Kampff. One of the needles quivers

slightly.

LEON:

You make these questions, Mr.

Holden, or they write 'em down

for you?

Disregarding the question, Holden continues, picking

up the pace.

HOLDEN:

The tortoise lays on its back,

its belly baking in the hot sun,

beating its legs trying to turn

itself over. But it can't. Not

without your help. But you're not

helping.

Leon's upper lip is quivering.

LEON:

Whatya mean, I'm not helping?

HOLDEN:

I mean you're not helping! Why is

that, Leon?

Holden looks hard at Leon, piercing look.

Leon is flushed with anger, breathing hard, it's a

bad moment, he might erupt.

Suddenly Holden grins disarmingly.

HOLDEN:

They're just questions, Leon.

In answer to your query, they're

written down for me. It's a

test, designed to provoke an

emotional response.

Leon is glaring now, the blush subsides, his anger

slightly defused.

Holden smiles cheerfully, very smooth.

HOLDEN:

Shall we continue?

Leon nods, still frowning, suspiciously.

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