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
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