INT. INNER SANCTUM OF DR. TYRELL - DAY 34
The office is dimly lit, but highlights of resilience
reside in the luster of the antique furnishings, like
glimmers of gold in a darkened mine. Dr. Tyrell is a
fragile man of power, with that look of "youth" obtained
from steroids and surgery. Dapper and trim, he leans
against the desk looking at an old fashioned pocket
watch. The only sound is the insidious PERKING of COFFEE
BREWING in the background.
Tyrell taps a sensor on his desk. The door in front of
Deckard and Rachael slides open. They enter a vestibule
and face another door, this one befitting the decor of
the office, Tyrell slips the watch into his pocket as
they enter.
RACHAEL
Mr. Deckard. Dr. Eldon Tyrell.
TYRELL
How do you do, Mr. Deckard. Please
sit down. Would you care for a cup
of coffee?
DECKARD
Thanks.
TYRELL
Black?
DECKARD
Please.
Tyrell pours from an old time sylex into small china
cups and hands one to Deckard. The congenial light in
his eyes could almost pass for warmth -- dragon warmth.
TYRELL
Somehow, I didn't expect that the
man who did the dirty work would
be the man to do the technical
work. Here you are, Mr. Deckard.
He hands Deckard a cup of coffee.
TYRELL
Is this to be an empathy test?
DECKARD
Yes.
TYRELL
Capillary dilation of the so-called
blush response? Plus fluctuation
of the pupil, plus involuntary
dilation of the iris?
Deckard nods.
TYRELL
May I ask a personal question?
DECKARD
Go ahead.
TYRELL
Have you ever retired a human by
mistake?
DECKARD
No.
TYRELL
But in your profession that is a
risk.
DECKARD
Nothing is infallible, but so far
the Voight-Kampff scale bas been
foolproof.
TYRELL
Like you said, Mr. Deckard, a
machine can be a hazard. The
Voight-Kampff scale is a machine,
isn't it?
DECKARD
One that relies on human
interpretation. Where's the
subject?
TYRELL
Sitting next to you.
Deckard stares at Rachael, then back at Tyrell. Delighted,
Tyrell takes a cup of coffee.
Accepting the challenge, Deckard opens his briefcase and
starts fishing out the apparatus.
THE VOIGHT-KAMPFF 35
Rachael's eye fills the screen, the iris brilliant, shot
with light, the pupil contracting.
DECKARD'S VOICE
Ready.
RACHAEL
Go ahead.
In the soft green glow of the dials, the needles in both
gauges are at rest. Dr. Tyrell stands silhouetted behind
Deckard, who sits in front of Rachael, a pencil beam
trained on her eye. Wire mesh discs are attached to her
cheeks.
DECKARD
You're given a calfskin wallet
for your birthday.
The needles in both gauges swing violently past green to
red, then subside.
RACHAEL
I wouldn't accept it. Also, I'd
report the person who gave it to
me to the police.
DECKARD
You have a little boy. He shows
you his butterfly collection, plus
the killing jar.
Again the gauges register, but not so far.
RACHAEL
I'd take him to the doctor.
DECKARD
You're watching T.V. and suddenly
you notice a wasp crawling on your
wrist.
RACHAEL
I'd kill it.
Both needles go to red. Deckard makes a note, takes a
sip of coffee and continues.
DECKARD
In a magazine you come across a
full-page photo of a nude girl.
RACHAEL
Is this testing whether I'm an
android or a lesbian?
DECKARD
You show the picture to your husband.
He likes it and hangs it on the wall.
The girl is lying on a bearskin rug.
RACHEL
I wouldn't let him.
DECKARD
Why not?
RACHAEL
I should be enough for him.
Deckard frowns, then smiles. His smile looks a little
like a grimace or the other way around.
DECKARD
You become pregnant by a man who
runs off with your best friend,
and you decide to get an abortion.
RACHAEL
I'd never get an abortion.
DECKARD
Why not?
RACHAEL
That would be murder, Mr. Deckard.
DECKARD
In your opinion.
RACHAEL
It would be my child.
DECKARD
Sounds like you speaks from
experience.
He notes the needles. One goes green and the other
remains inert.
DECKARD
Last question. You're watching
an old movie. It shows a banquet in
progress, the guests are enjoying
raw oysters.
RACHAEL
Ugh.
Both needles swing swiftly.
DECKARD
The entree consists of boiled
dog stuffed with rice.
Needles move less.
DECKARD
The raw oysters are less acceptable
to you than a dish of boiled dog.
Deckard moves the adhesive discs from her cheeks and
switches off his beam.
DECKARD
Lights please.
The lights come on.
TYRELL
Well?
DECKARD
If she is, the machine works.
TYRELL
The machine works. She is.
Rachael sits very still. Except her eyes -- they go to
Tyrell and hang on. He stares back at her as he speaks.
TYRELL
How many questions did it take?
DECKARD
Thirteen.
Rachael sits rigidly in her chair, as the ground crumbles
around her, her big mermaid eyes locked with Tyrell.
His voice is quiet and strong, mesmerizing. She's hang-
ing by a thread.
Deckard watches with a bas taste in his mouth.
DECKARD
She didn't know?
TYRELL
Memory implant. She was programmed.
But I think she has transcended
her conditioning. I think she was
beginning to suspect.
Rachael nods fixedly. Careful not to let go her grasp.
TYRELL
How many questions does it usually
take, Mr. Deckard?
DECKARD
Five, maybe six.
Slowly, carefully, Tyrell unlocks his gaze from Rachael
and turns towards Deckard, who is starting to put away
his equipment.
TYRELL
You're going to have to be on your
toes, my friend.
Deckard glances back at him.
TYRELL
It's a complex problem and we
wouldn't want anything to happen
to you.
Less of a man might shrink at the end of Deckard's look,
but not Tyrell.
TYRELL
For the good of all, I recommend
you take Rachael with you.
Considering her uniqueness, I'm
sure she could prove quite helpful.
Deckard almost smiles at the nasty power of Tyrell's
style. He turns away and starts packing up the Voight-
Kampff.
DECKARD
No thanks.
Deckard is ready to go.