Blade Runner 2049 Page #5

Before you were under me, do you

have any memories from begore?

I have memories, but...

They're not real, they're just implants.

Tell me one,

from when you were a kid.

I feel a little strange

sharing a childhood story

considering I was never a child.

Would it help you to share,

if I told you it was an order?

I have one about a toy

that I had,

a wooden horse,

with an inscription underneath.

All I remember is, a group of boys

trying to take it away from me.

So, I run.

I go looking for a place

to hide,

and the only place is

this dark furnace.

It's very dark,

I'm very scared, but,

this horse is all I have,

so, I go in anyway.

Later on, those kids find me

and they beat me to tell them

where it is, but I don't.

That's it.

Hm...

Little K fighting for what's his.

It's a good one.

Look at me.

We're all just looking out

for something real.

What happens if I finish that?

Shouldn't I get back to work, Madam?

Check back in after DNAs.

Officer KD6-3.7.

(...)

Request:

DNA records,

children born 6.10.21.

Looking for anomalies.

(...)

You have the Sat Crystal back-up?

(...)

OK. Run it raw.

Hai.

M.. data makes the man.

A and C and T and G.

The alphabet of you,

all from four symbols.

I'm only two...

one and zero.

Half as much, but twice as

elegant, sweetheart.

You don't prefer your Madam?

You were listening.

Maybe.

You didn't like her enough

to tell her the truth.

6, 10 and 21.

There's nothing to tell.

How many times have you

told me that story?

Your memory.

The date carved beneath.

6, 10 and 21.

Coincidence?

A dangerous coincidence.

I always knew you were special.

Maybe this is how.

A child...

of woman born,

pushed into the world,

wanted,

loved.

And if it were true,

I'd hunted for the rest of my life,

by someone just like me.

It's OK to dream a little.

Isn't it?

Not if you're us.

Stop.

But up 4847 and 2181, side by side.

Hai.

They're identical.

- Translate.

- (...)

A boy and a girl.

It's impossible.

Why?

Two people can't have identical DNA.

One of these isn't real.

it's a copy.

They were both processed at

the Morrill Cole orphanage.

It says the girl died there.

Genetic disorder.

Galatians syndrome.

And the boy...

disappeares.

Where's the orphanage?

You wanna go for a ride?

Los Angeles Waste Processing

San Diego Ditrict

Well, here we are.

Buckle up.

K?

K?

K-K?

Stay back.

Fire again.

Fire again.

Fire.

200 feet to the east.

Fire.

Go North.

Fire.

Stop. 20 degrees east.

Stop.

Zoom in.

Closer.

Oh, come on!

Get up.

Do your f***ing job.

Find the child.

Watch the car.

...every last piece!

Or, I'll put you outside

where the sky is raining!

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