Blade Runner 2049 Page #4

That was it.

Anything else you can tell me?

He wasn't long for this world.

How, so?

Something in his eyes.

Any idea how I could contact him?

None.

He's nyugdiash.

Retired.

What happened?

Probably got what he wanted.

To be alone.

Welcome back, sir.

You wanted to review the

new model, sir, before shipment?

An angel should never

enter the Kingdom of Heaven

without a gift.

Can you at least pronounce

"a child is born"?

Hm...

Ahh.

New model.

Let us see her, then.

First thought

one tends to fear

to preserve the clay.

It's fascinating.

Before we even know

what we are,

we fear to lose it.

Happy Birthday.

Shh...

We make angels.

That is how I took us

to nine new worlds.

Nine...

A child can count

to nine on fingers.

We should own the stars!

Yes, sir.

Every leap of

civilization was built

off the back of a

disposable work force.

We lost our stomach for slaves,

unless engineered.

But I can only make so many.

That barren pasture,

empty and salted.

Right here.

The dead space between the stars.

And this, the seed that we

must change for heaven?

I cannot breed them,

so help me, I have tried.

We need more replicants

than can ever be assembled.

Millions, so we can be trillions more.

We could storm Eden and retake her.

Tyrell's final trick,

procreation.

Perfected and lost.

But there is a child.

Bring it to me.

Sir.

The best angel of all.

Aren't you, Luv?

The man with the green jacket,

the one who killed Sapper.

Find out what he knows.

Hi.

Hello, hello, A-boy.

You alone?

Wanna buy a lady a cigarette?

Aw, you don't even smile.

Didn't you hear your friends?

Don't you know what I am?

Yeah.

A guy eating rice.

What's that?

It's a tree.

Oh. Never seen a tree before.

It's pretty.

It's dead.

Now, who keeps a dead tree?

Mm...

You're not gonna kill me are you?

It depends.

What's your model number?

Why don't you look into my eye

and find out.

Oh!

You don't like real girls.

Well, I'm always here.

Hi.

You can't take those.

Of course not. Proper channels

and paperwork. It's all here.

Hold this for me?

Yup, here you go.

Coco is dead.

Bones are gone.

It's out. Already out.

How long did that take?

So, what you have for me?

And don't say, nothing.

I found that.

A sock?

- Where'd you find it?

- Sapper's.

- Anything else?

- I burned everything else.

Then what's this? What's that date?

Is that a birthday? Is that a death day?

I don't know yet.

Am I the only one that can

see the f***in' sun rise, here?

This breaks the world, K.

You know, I've known

a lot of your kind.

All useful but...

with you I, sometimes, forget.

We didn't have any of you

when I was a kid.

Do you remember anything?

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