Blade Runner: Black Lotus (2021) s01e07 Episode Script
Reality
1
This little light I've found
Take it in, breathe it out
A little drum that's beating loud
In my chest, I hear the sound
I can feel
Feel you now
I can feel you now
I can feel
I can feel you now
Elle.
I know it's painful.
No way to avoid it.
You can't keep doing this to yourself.
You're lucky to still be alive.
They nearly had you.
I heard Grant say something about What's a Blade Runner? - Someone who retires replicants.
- Retire? This has gone far enough.
- Walk away.
- No.
Not when there's one left out there.
His name is Dr.
M.
- Wait, you know him? - I don't give a damn who he is.
We had a deal.
You were gonna help me.
I'm not gonna help you get yourself killed.
C'mon.
In here.
Evening.
Officer Alani Davis, LAPD.
Sorry, I don't carry parts for police vehicles.
Good thing I'm not here for that.
So you been watching the news? Not really.
Been busy.
Too busy to hear about someone that goes by the name Black Lotus? Killed three people? Couple stiffs.
What's that gotta do with me? When we were looking for Black Lotus last night, you got caught up in the sweep.
Detained by mistake.
I accept the department's apology.
Noticed your name in the report.
I know who you are.
Officer Joseph.
B-4-63-6-7.
Legend in the Blade Runner business.
Held the record, right? What was it, a 100? 200? How many replicants did you retire? Don't know what you're talking about.
Don't have to pretend to be modest.
Black Lotus is some kind of replicant.
You used to be a Blade Runner.
The best.
What does she want? What are we up against? I'm just a local junk dealer.
If anything occurs to you, please give me a call.
Elle.
Shit.
This the only way it ends.
Not now, son.
I'm very busy.
I've been locked out of my lab.
We're selling off the Tyrrell assets, including the replicant program.
The experiment is over.
They're my replicants.
One of your replicants is responsible for four murders.
The damn police chief, for heaven's sake.
When the axe comes down on this, believe me, you do not want these to be seen as "your replicants.
" You promised me they would be subservient.
A new era of cheap, disposable labor, but that wasn't enough for you, was it? Kept trying to make them more and more human.
You left me no other choice but to shut it down.
If those murders get traced back to my company, so help me Calm down, father.
You mustn't strain your heart.
You're making a mistake.
My replicants are flawless.
You'll see.
Dr.
Murphy's office.
How may I direct your call? I'm supposed to deliver a package to the doctor, but the address got smudged in the rain.
Victory and Sepulveda.
You can't miss it.
Leave the package with the gate guard.
Hmm.
I hope you remember me.
Because I sure as hell remember you.
Ooh, we do wake up feisty, don't we? Hmm Now then, let's find out why you're a deviant.
- Goodman, begin the extraction.
- Yes, sir.
Starting now, Dr.
M.
These are the memories I gave her.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Desert is real.
It's an actual experience of hers.
Well, there must be something.
Huh - What is it? - I'm not sure.
There's an inconsistency between the memories I made and how she remembers them.
An inconsistency? I'm to report that the prototype snapped and went on a killing spree - because of an inconsistency? - Look at this.
I deliberately created an excess of happy memories, more than the average human has, as a cushion to help the replicants handle their emotion.
The hope was to prove replicants could be fully submissive, even under an extreme stress test like the Doll Hunt Wait.
That's not mine.
What do you mean, not yours? I didn't create this.
- Then who did? - Doesn't make sense.
Why build a clear memory of a specific place? Replicant memories never fade, so artificial ones need a haze.
This is crystal clear.
There's no point to it.
No associated emotion.
Why even bother? Can someone do that? Put in memories on top of yours? This is a high level of memory creation.
It's not easy to do that.
Wait, stop.
What is that? Is this artificial? Doesn't look created.
Are you sure? Whoever has been messing with her memories is not so good with his colors.
But this doesn't look artificial.
Get her out.
Quicker to ask her.
Enough.
Hmm.
I think you're more trouble than you're worth.
Wait, you you don't need to do this.
I need a name.
Who was responsible for the Doll Hunt? Niander Wallace Senior.
Wallace Corp supplied the replicants, organized the Doll Hunt.
He was behind the entire operation.
Hey! What he said, is it true? The Doll Hunt was Mr.
Wallace's idea.
Wallace Corporation wants to build replicants - that'll obey their human masters.
- They're making more of us? My memories, what of me is real? All of it.
As much as you wanna be.
They're in my head, but they didn't happen.
- They're fake.
- Artificial, but not fake.
Your memories were real to you.
We remember what we want to in the way we want to.
I couldn't give replicants freedom, but I could try to give them a small bit of joy.
And my memory by the pool? Is real.
I did it.
I made them pay for what they did.
So why do I feel so Niander Wallace Senior.
Wallace Corp supplied the replicants, organized the Doll Hunt.
He was behind the entire operation.
I've been running Chasing danger I'm becoming A force of nature Still tied to who I was Mm New age, I'm waking up Can't save myself Somebody's gotta save me from me I can't save myself Somebody's gotta know what I need I can't save myself Oh, no, oh, no I can't save myself Oh, no, oh, no Who's gonna save me? Who's gonna save me? Are you gonna save me? Are you someone that I can rely on? If you ain't with it, then you'll go I've been waiting Can't save myself Somebody's gotta save me from me I can't save myself Somebody's gotta know what I need I can't save myself Oh, no, oh, no I can't save myself Oh, no, oh, no
I know it's painful.
No way to avoid it.
You can't keep doing this to yourself.
You're lucky to still be alive.
They nearly had you.
I heard Grant say something about What's a Blade Runner? - Someone who retires replicants.
- Retire? This has gone far enough.
- Walk away.
- No.
Not when there's one left out there.
His name is Dr.
M.
- Wait, you know him? - I don't give a damn who he is.
We had a deal.
You were gonna help me.
I'm not gonna help you get yourself killed.
C'mon.
In here.
Evening.
Officer Alani Davis, LAPD.
Sorry, I don't carry parts for police vehicles.
Good thing I'm not here for that.
So you been watching the news? Not really.
Been busy.
Too busy to hear about someone that goes by the name Black Lotus? Killed three people? Couple stiffs.
What's that gotta do with me? When we were looking for Black Lotus last night, you got caught up in the sweep.
Detained by mistake.
I accept the department's apology.
Noticed your name in the report.
I know who you are.
Officer Joseph.
B-4-63-6-7.
Legend in the Blade Runner business.
Held the record, right? What was it, a 100? 200? How many replicants did you retire? Don't know what you're talking about.
Don't have to pretend to be modest.
Black Lotus is some kind of replicant.
You used to be a Blade Runner.
The best.
What does she want? What are we up against? I'm just a local junk dealer.
If anything occurs to you, please give me a call.
Elle.
Shit.
This the only way it ends.
Not now, son.
I'm very busy.
I've been locked out of my lab.
We're selling off the Tyrrell assets, including the replicant program.
The experiment is over.
They're my replicants.
One of your replicants is responsible for four murders.
The damn police chief, for heaven's sake.
When the axe comes down on this, believe me, you do not want these to be seen as "your replicants.
" You promised me they would be subservient.
A new era of cheap, disposable labor, but that wasn't enough for you, was it? Kept trying to make them more and more human.
You left me no other choice but to shut it down.
If those murders get traced back to my company, so help me Calm down, father.
You mustn't strain your heart.
You're making a mistake.
My replicants are flawless.
You'll see.
Dr.
Murphy's office.
How may I direct your call? I'm supposed to deliver a package to the doctor, but the address got smudged in the rain.
Victory and Sepulveda.
You can't miss it.
Leave the package with the gate guard.
Hmm.
I hope you remember me.
Because I sure as hell remember you.
Ooh, we do wake up feisty, don't we? Hmm Now then, let's find out why you're a deviant.
- Goodman, begin the extraction.
- Yes, sir.
Starting now, Dr.
M.
These are the memories I gave her.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Desert is real.
It's an actual experience of hers.
Well, there must be something.
Huh - What is it? - I'm not sure.
There's an inconsistency between the memories I made and how she remembers them.
An inconsistency? I'm to report that the prototype snapped and went on a killing spree - because of an inconsistency? - Look at this.
I deliberately created an excess of happy memories, more than the average human has, as a cushion to help the replicants handle their emotion.
The hope was to prove replicants could be fully submissive, even under an extreme stress test like the Doll Hunt Wait.
That's not mine.
What do you mean, not yours? I didn't create this.
- Then who did? - Doesn't make sense.
Why build a clear memory of a specific place? Replicant memories never fade, so artificial ones need a haze.
This is crystal clear.
There's no point to it.
No associated emotion.
Why even bother? Can someone do that? Put in memories on top of yours? This is a high level of memory creation.
It's not easy to do that.
Wait, stop.
What is that? Is this artificial? Doesn't look created.
Are you sure? Whoever has been messing with her memories is not so good with his colors.
But this doesn't look artificial.
Get her out.
Quicker to ask her.
Enough.
Hmm.
I think you're more trouble than you're worth.
Wait, you you don't need to do this.
I need a name.
Who was responsible for the Doll Hunt? Niander Wallace Senior.
Wallace Corp supplied the replicants, organized the Doll Hunt.
He was behind the entire operation.
Hey! What he said, is it true? The Doll Hunt was Mr.
Wallace's idea.
Wallace Corporation wants to build replicants - that'll obey their human masters.
- They're making more of us? My memories, what of me is real? All of it.
As much as you wanna be.
They're in my head, but they didn't happen.
- They're fake.
- Artificial, but not fake.
Your memories were real to you.
We remember what we want to in the way we want to.
I couldn't give replicants freedom, but I could try to give them a small bit of joy.
And my memory by the pool? Is real.
I did it.
I made them pay for what they did.
So why do I feel so Niander Wallace Senior.
Wallace Corp supplied the replicants, organized the Doll Hunt.
He was behind the entire operation.
I've been running Chasing danger I'm becoming A force of nature Still tied to who I was Mm New age, I'm waking up Can't save myself Somebody's gotta save me from me I can't save myself Somebody's gotta know what I need I can't save myself Oh, no, oh, no I can't save myself Oh, no, oh, no Who's gonna save me? Who's gonna save me? Are you gonna save me? Are you someone that I can rely on? If you ain't with it, then you'll go I've been waiting Can't save myself Somebody's gotta save me from me I can't save myself Somebody's gotta know what I need I can't save myself Oh, no, oh, no I can't save myself Oh, no, oh, no