An open letter to John Carpenter

Dear John H. Carpenter,

don't you think it's high time to complete your Apocalypse-trilogy in the only adequate way?

I recall you saying that the writing is the hardest part, but in this case I have to disagree. The following came rather easily. Just continue in this vein.

Olympia, 67 A.D.

A man wearing a neckbeard and holding the reigns of a 10-horse chariot suddenly falls from it. The crowd is aghast.

A man in his 50s looks forlorn at the hippodrome inside of which the unseen spectacle unfolds. A flash. The tip of a rather big nose, seen through the eyes of its owner. Before it a man with curly hair. He begins to speak with a low voice and a somewhat sticky accent: "I think we should go after them directly. We've harmed enough trees already." A flash. Helicopters flying over a jungle, long aerosol trails on both sides of them. On the ends of their rotors is a golden stripe, giving them the appearance of being crowned by golden circles. A flash. Children, dreadfully disfigured, begging on the street. A final flash. The man is afraid. He hastens through the streets of Olympia, finally knocking on a door. Another man opens. The first man says: "I've seen again and heard words in a northern language." The other asks: "What have you seen?" The former answers: "A consultation. Locust-like things over a jungle. Disfigured beggars." The other says: "Describe in more detail. I will write it down. We shall discuss the meaning later."

London, 1925 A.D.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle stands in front of Selfridge's Department Store looking somewhat pale. People are leaving. He turns around and is heading home as well.

He sits down at his writing desk and opens the Bible towards the end of it.

The scene before at Selfridge's: John Logie Baird is presenting a miracle of modern technology, a box that shows the image of him in another place.

Doyle goes through some files of his.

He sighs and writes "The Land of Mist" on an empty piece of paper. He sighs again.

Olympia, 67 A.D.

It is evening. A group of men have gathered in the aforementioned house. A dispute is going on: "This generation! He, who has fallen today, shall soon fall again and the end shall come! What people are you talking about of strange tongues and powers? Have we not His word? Can you not remember?" - (defensively) "It must happen again. One end and another. I know He is showing me this." - "How can He return and return again?" - "My soul does not dare to answer. But I will keep His signs."

Jerusalem, 70 A.D.

Jewish pilgrims enter the city for Passover. Alarm spreads as Roman legions can be seen drawing near.

A closed room. A military commander cursing: "The pigs! Wait to lay siege until our numbers are swollen. That our reserves must be shared! But we shall make use of our men!"

Athens, 91 A.D.

An old man dictates a book. Tears well up in his eyes. He then goes on: "Then went this saying abroad among the brethren, that that disciple should not die: yet Jesus said not unto him, he shall not die; but 'If I will that he tarry till I come, what is that to thee?'"

Rome, 831 A.D.

Ansgar: "It doesn't stick. Louis has given Harald some of his best men, but to them the man with the strongest fighters is simply a man to be avoided. Who wants to rule them has to promise them loot. Oh, the constant infighting!"

Gregory IV: "The emperor won't launch an outright campaign. Louis can't be drawn that far out. But we must win those lands. Mercenaries the lot of them, you say. I figure you've studied their taste. Gold and glory?"

Ansgar: "Yes. And they're most fond of winding dragons. They've become wary of our ways though and have begun to target us directly."

Gregory IV: "The Lord has many ways. This, then, dear Ansgar, is a teaching more adept for them: 'Ye blind guides, which strain at a gnat, and swallow a camel.' Shower their chieftains in gold, let them buy armies and promise them my recognition, should they establish themselves in any land on God's earth, if they become Christian kings. I know it is painful, but we have to think about the future, we have to make all the lands to the north Christian or with the Saracens in the south we shall lose His promise. We shall talk about this with the emperor only when the need arises."

 Ansgar: "But what if the Norsemen are defeated and their insignia found? Will it not shake the faith in the Church?"

Gregory IV: "We shall simply say they stole them from a Christian king in their land and convince the local king to burry them, for he shall have more support in a fight against a heathen army. Make sure you find respectable men, of whom we can report that such gifts were made. And if you can not, we shall invent illegitimate sons of their kings of such nature."

A road, somewhere in southern Greece, 72 A.D.

A man sitting on a white horse commands an army in some deranged Latin dialect. He's unusually tall and wears scale mail. He's facing a steep incline, from the top of which an opposing army hurls spears, axes and rocks. He takes up his bow and shoots an arrow towards it. A flash. A man is shouting commands in a northern language, when he is struck by an arrow in his right eye. The men around him are confused and then run down an incline attacking a group of archers. A flash. A hall. The tall man is crowned king. A final flash. A man close to his 60s is holding his head, bewildered. He looks at his hands. The skin is dry, almost transparent, the outlines of sinews and bones are increasingly clearly showing. He sits down under a tree and closes his eyes in tense concentration.

You get the gist.

Moonraker audio commentary (highlights)

Es sprechen: Lewis Gilbert (L.G.), William P. Carlidge (W.P.C.), Michael G. Wilson (M.G.W.), Christopher Wood (C.W.) und Michael Lonsdale (Drax).

11:15 L.G. She was quite pretty, wasn't she?

12:15 W.P.C. Oh yes! They're still doing it, by the way.

14:00 M.G.W. This is where we get the idea that there are beautiful women in Bond films. Do you remember that?
L.G. Yeah.
W.P.C. What you mean there hadn't been any before?
M.G.W. Well, the idea that they are all over the place.
L.G. Yes.

15:00 M.G.W. May I press you to a cucumber sandwich? was one of your... I haven't quite figured out what that means, but I guess you...

15:30 M.G.W. She had a nice decolltage.
L.G. Yes.

16:35 C.W. Holly Goodhead is of course an invented name in a long, you know, category of Pussy Galore et cetera?
W.P.C. In a good tradition.
C.W. Exactly.
W.P.C. Of subtle names.
C.W. Right.

22:00 C.W. We now approach my most hated line in any Bond movie for which I even haven't got a hell of a response, because it was changed, a terrible line when she says: I never learned to read.
W.P.C. What did you write then?
L.G. Such a cheerful line!
C.W. What matter!

25:10 L.G. What I think is really incredible about James Bond films, in most countries in the world, because they are dubbed into a different language, they think it's their... their... you know, they think he's for instance German or whatever.

29:05 L.G. But I remember these dogs as being not as good as they seem to be now.

30:10 L.G. Shame we cut away.

30:55 L.G. She was very pretty, the Polish girl.

32:30 C.W. (annoyed) She's a pretty girl.
L.G. (guilty) Oh damn, yes. Very sweet girl.

33:45 W.P.C. I don't just speak as the male species, we  all quite like Bond as a bit of a male chauvinist, don't we?
L.G. Oh, absolutely, I mean, that's what he was and...
W.P.C. That's what he should be, really.
L.G. Yeah.

44:30 M.G.W. We had a lot of alternative lines here, didn't we? He had an ear for music.
C.W. I wanted to used that so much.
M.G.W. Play it again, Sam. was the final choice. Hmm.

52:00 L.G. She was very pretty, wasn't she?
W.P.C. Yes, Emily...
L.G. Bolton.
W.P.C. Bolton, yes.

1:03:40 W.P.C. This was Christopher Wood's romantic touch.
C.W. Wheel of fortune.

1:04:10 L.G. She's lovely this girl though, isn't she? She's so sweet!

1:18:10 L.G. She was attractive, the red headed girl.
C.W. She was great!

1:18:20 M.G.W. So you got all the girls in this shot, huh, Lewis?
L.G. Yuh.
W.P.C. They all appear, together. They don't do a lot, but they all appear.
C.W. Damn right.

1:18:40 L.G. She was attractive.

1:30:10 L.G. What is going on here?
M.G.W. We should ask the director what is going on here.
L.G. Yes, oh no, I remember now, they were taking them up to get a perfect race. Some kind of a Hitler stuff, yuh, of course.

1:36:00 C.W. There's a valuable lesson for mankind in this film! People got to live together, you know?

1:36:15 Drax ...and know that there is law and order...
C.W. Exactly!
W.P.C. This is sort of a classic Bond, isn't it? The heavy's got to be definitely a complete, absolute loony.
C.W. (bemused) What?

1:41:25 C.W. The splendor of my conception!

1:41:45 L.G. What about all their families?
C.W. Well, you can't make an omelette without breaking eggs, Lewis.

1:42:30 Drax And you, Dr. Goodhead, your desire to be America's first woman in space will shortly be fulfilled.
M.G.W. Oh, Christopher! Love it, love it.

1:53:10 L.G. Did he know that everybody called him Jaws?

Film socialisme transcript (english)

I'll write something about the film later on, since there are some interesting connections with my own thoughts, but first I'd like to document its text here.

FILM SOCIALISME
(Jean-Luc Godard)

Money is a common good.
- Like water, then?
Exactly.

Algiers the White

As Mireille Balin abandons Pépé le Moko.

And we? As we have, one more time, abandoned Africa.

Constance, one couldn't have done anything else. One knows well that, when one goes south the latitude becomes negative and all that remains is the north, dear soul, dear friend.

You still have the watch, Godmother.

Done with the crimes and the blood. Done with Kigali. Long live the holidays.

Uncle Mathias, why did you say this watch is worth gold? It doesn't even tell the time.

THINGS

Henri Déricourt... wait a second. That I know. Right.
But Richard Christmann? I don't know.
I know they started the fire, but never mind, it's him. It's him.
Alright, war is war, but a crime remains a crime.
Please keep looking for Alice. Two "M", only one "N".

We're far from Byzantium, you know. What lies ahead of us resembles an impossible story. We're facing some kind of zero. I have once encountered nothingness and it is much vaster than one tends to believe.

Jaffa, 1948

LIKE THAT

You're absolutely right, I don't love any people. Not the French, not the North Americans, not the Germans. Not the Jewish people, not the Black people. (With her slanted eyes.) I only love my friends... (The shape of a dollar.) when there are any. (Cinémascope) Nothing else.

Plan on staying in Haifa?

16:9, Uncle.

Hey, Kid! Where did you steal this watch?
- It's not your business.
Give it to me, or I'll turn you in.
- No, it is mine.
Oh, you speak German? You can do me a favour, my boy.
- Yes, but... how much?
And you're educated, too. What a piece of work, this Ludovic.
- Who told you my first name?
I know everything.

Mr. Obersturmbannführer Goldberg, what did you do in Avenue Foch in 1943?

Get lost, horrible kid.

All movement on a plain surface that is not driven by physical necessity is a spatial affirmation of oneself, be it empire-building, or tourism.

Anybody can act as if God didn't exist. But what has changed today is that the bastards are sincere.

A-L-I-S-S-A

Stop being suspicious of everything.
- I'm thinking about what Ludo has told us.
Alright... like what, for example?
- The old man with the young girl. I saw them talking to the Captain.
Alright... and so?
- So? The name of the largest shareholder of the company, Goldberg...
-- Mountain of Gold
- Yes. And the old man's name, Mister.
Alright...

Abandon ship, abandon ship, abandon ship!

Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow.
- Quiet, Alissa, quiet!
Meow. That's how the ancient Egyptians called their cats.
- You frighten me with every good word.
Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow.
-- Be silent, Alissa. Don't regret his trust.
Meow. Meow. Meow.

Waves of Allied bombers crush the Third Reich under their bombs. The Luftwaffe tries to regain its advantage by means of a terrifying new tactic. The German pilots will crash their own planes into the enemy bombers.

Uh, Germany.

Did you know that kamikaze in Japanese is the name of the wind goddess?
- Of course.

In october 1943, the Soviet forces pushed the Wehrmacht back. The Luftwaffe concentrated 1150 airplanes and 60% of its eastern front units around Kiev. In december the Luftwaffe had no more than 425 working fighters left on the eastern front. The losses were too big. While the battle raged in the steppe, the British and American bombers, who focussed on more intense operations in the Reich, ...

Major Kamenskaia. I am a friend of your godmother, Alexandra Irinivna.
- ?
Yes, exactly, the old chief of the Moscow Police. I have read a number of books... I have read a number of books on what she has written. So... I think we have to talk.
- Excuse me?

And you plan on staying in Haifa?
- I came to have a look.
- They say there's a right to return. But for me it's just one trip for now.
What exactly do you study at Stanford?
- I'm directing a seminar. Monetary creation and literary creation.

You see, still today, we're asking ourselves, in Moscow... 35... 36... the Spanish Civil War, the Republicans tell the Comintern to evacuate the gold of the Bank of Spain.
- The France-Navigation company. That is exact.
When they reach Odessa, one third, one fourth has disappeared. And another third in Moscow.
- I have my theory about the first third. For the last third you would have to dig deep into the communist archives.
- Willi Münzberg.

Art... and a knife. War. So it's...

Aren't you going to tell me about Darlan? Who was Darlan?
- Do I have to answer?
Who was he? General Pétain, on the German side... The Allied invasion of North Africa and at that moment, Churchill, he resisted. At that moment, he resisted, didn't he?

You want to hear my opinion? AIDS is just a tool for killing all the blacks on the continent.

I was thinking, about the cause of light, about the cause of darkness.

LIKE THAT

Ladies and gentlemen, join us at the Berlino bar on Deck 5 at 6:45 p.m.

Of course, money was invented so that the people wouldn't have to look one another in the eyes.

- So, we come back to zero, Mister. Luckily, the Arabs have invented it. They don't even get royalties.

Of course, negative numbers came from India and stopped off for a few years in Arabia, on the way to Italy. Fibonacci has used them first. When the British left Israel what exactly did you do with the
gold of the Bank of Palestine?
-Yesterday, my dear, yesterday.

THINGS LIKE THAT

One always says that one can only compare what is comparable. In fact, one can only compare what is incomparable, not comparable.
- That's over and done with.
Stalin! Hitler! No.
- Your comedy is pointless. Enough, stop.
Me too, I have learned to collaborate with the French. Say, I will teach you something about Napoléon. During the burning of Moscow, he signed the decree for the creation of the Comédie-Française.
- I do not understand. I don't understand anything.
To understand, Mr. Goldberg, that is difficult. I don't care about the Spanish gold that you have made disappear. I only have to find the rest. You don't have to fear Moscow anymore. My only true mission, Mr. Krewitzky...
- That's just fine, Major. My grandmother used to say that at a drop of a hat.
Me, I don't want to die before I have seen Europe happy again before I have seen the word "Russia" and the word "Happiness" cling to each other again, like two belt buckles. Good bye.
- Heil Hitler!

Excuse me, friend. Excuse me. May I ask you a question?

Still, Naples I can understand. But Alexandria, Haifa, Odessa... to get from Algiers to Barcelona?
-Take it easy, Constance. Let's not...

Don't tell anyone.
- Silence is gold.

"Islam is the west of the east." - Rudyard Kipling.
- Let's go.

EGYPT

Once, in 1942, I have encountered nothingness and it is much vaster than one tends to believe.

Casablanca, Algiers, Cairo.

To be or not to be. A jew. Yes, I've been told... my parents did... but so what? Saying it is never enough.

THINGS

Geometry as origin. The origin is always what one returns to. There has been, for decades, especially in Mathematics a return to Geometry. The idea is not that Geometry would return to its origin but rather that we return to Geometry, as origin and participate in the return to Geometry.

The poor things. The only thing they own is the name that we impose on them.
- There's nothing more convenient than a text. We have only books to put into books, but when we must put reality in a book, and looking below the surface, we must put reality in reality.

I TURNED AWAY SO AS NOT TO SEE

Geometry that is still valid, and at the same time still improves. Residing in all these
new forms... the Geometry.

- Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So-La
Husserl underlines the "the"... the geometry. In all new forms... the geometry.

I shouldn't accept that. Not as fact. I will address it this evening. I have to work.

Miss Alissa... Miss Alissa!

They continued for a while to whisper, so that the young girl wouldn't overhear them. But this precaution was unnecessary, she was in deep conservation with her own thoughts.

As the whole of these parts, where the sum of these parts, at a given moment, denies - as each contains the whole - the parts we are considering: as much as this part denies them, as the sum of the parts, again becoming the whole, becomes the whole of the linked parts.
-I'll train these two!
Dialectical thinking is first of all, in the same movement, the study of a reality, inasmuch as it is part of the whole, inasmuch as it denies this whole, and inasmuch the whole contains it, conditions it and denies it, inasmuch as, consequently, it is at once positive and negative in relationship to the whole, inasmuch as its movement must be destructive and conservative movement in relation to the whole.

The photograph of a land and its people, at last.
- Doctor Hamjiri. Welcome, welcome.
Elias.
-Listen. After Arago admitted Daguerre into the Academy of the Sciences, a mainly British armada - even though long before Lord Balfour's declaration - rushed towards Palestine. Here is one of the first photographs of the Bay of Haifa.

Where are you now, oh, you beloved land?

PALESTINE

ACCESS

DENIED

ODESSA

HELL AS

Lord God, Lamb of God, Son of the Father,
you, who takes away the sins of the world.

It's alright. You are going back to Moscow.

The devil! He turned out to be dead! You only had to wait for us.

So then, Otto Goldberg, Leopold Krewitzky, and even Moishe Schmücke according to their passports. But you pronounce Richard Christmann. The French knew him well since he was working for the German counter-espionage and their own. Started in the Foreign Legion after Spain, then in the Résistance networks in occupied Paris for the Abwehr. After the German defeat, he continued to be part of the remains of the Gehlen organization. He ended up in Tunis as a representative for Bayer and Rhône-Poulenc. Several terrorist attacks. Acquitted twice.
-Like Henri Déricourt. Like Henri Déricourt!?
No, that's another story.
- War criminal, maybe not, but torturer. But you know that, Lieutnant Delmas. Alice Simmonet.
How do you know that?

- The book by Roger Faligot. The archives of the NKVD. That would explain why only two thirds of the Spanish gold reached Odessa, but not why Moscow also received only one third. The Museum of Man network. Germaine Tillion. Alice. Mr. Fontes.

"The mind borrows from matter the perceptions
from which it derives its nourishment."

"The mind borrows from matter the perceptions
from which it derives its nourishment."

"The mind borrows from the matter perceptions
from which it derives its nourishment."

- "and restores them..." Read the whole line.
Sure! "The mind borrows from the matter perceptions
from which it derives its nourishment and restores them to matter in the form of movement on which it has stamped its own freedom."

This poor Europe. Not purified, but corrupted by suffering. Not glorified, but humiliated by recaptured liberty. Imagine a desert.

NAPLES

Imagine a concert. That hasn't been written. Imagine. Imagine a light. That later.

Without you, I am...

Nothing and everything!

Did you hear? They did away with tax paradises. So what will we do?
- We'll remain in hell.
Italy has taken up too much of our attention in the past 2000 years. For the French, painting is Italian, honeymoons are in Italy, museums are Italian, whereas I find German Renaissance painting absolutely fascinating.

Thanks for the information.

So, are you going to do anything?
- You know, all those aborted resolutions... The United Nationshave been rather disunited since 48. The crime doesn't matter, so as for him... Ludovic told me you know everything. So you must also know that they fired me.

My friends, I have found it, the black box. That's why Hollywood was called the Mecca of the movies. The tomb of the prophet. All eyes turned in the same direction. The movie theater.
- Yes, but... the strange thing is that Hollywood was invented by the Jews. Adolf Zucker, William Fox, David Selznick, Samuel Goldwyn, Marcus Loew, Karl Laemmle, et cetera.

THINGS

LIKE THIS

Life is beautiful, you will see how in spite of sorrow you will have friends, you will have love, you will have friends.

BARCELONA

QUO

VADIS

EUROPA

Is there a single deed in the world of which I can easily say today, "I've done that"? My business, the garage Catherine wants to sell it. Her friend wants to buy it. They know it. I don't. I know bookkeeping, yes. France today is running the greatest risk in its history. One has to know how to say "We", before one can say "I". In a drama we debate, in the hope that we can end it. In a tragedy? Not at all. Everything remains neat. Everything remains among us. We ignore each other. Wars everywhere, for the past 50 years. We look at ourselves in war like in a mirror. One can buy time. It needs courage in order to think. Love thy neighbor? Ridiculous. You have to love yourself enough not to harm your neighbor. Today that's becomes impossible. Either you follow the law or you betray.
-We're not asking you all that, Daddy.
And I wonder why you don't love us. Ideas separate us, dreams may bring us closer...
- No, nightmares.
Because there's love and pride in the your paternal blood, therefore hatred. So what have you come up with today to piss us off?
- I love my brother, first of all. We've just debated brotherhood.
-- And liberty.- Liberty is for later.
--- And when it comes time to talk about equality, I'll tell you about crap.
Okay, Flo. But why don't you love us?

Excuse me, Miss...
- Excuse me?
Miss, hello...
- We want to go to the Cote d'Azur. Is this the right direction?
Are we on the right way to the Cote d'Azur?- Straight? Left? Right?
-- Go invade some other country!
- Unbelievable. Fucking French!
Fucking France!
-- Uh, Germany.

Go on, Mother...
- Go on, Mom...
-- Yes. To keep space and time intact, I have lied. I neglect to experience them. That's a little unfair.
No.
-- That's a little unfair. But for myself, I think this is what I do: I always believe I'm elsewhere.
- No.
-- I always believe I'm elsewhere.
--- Drop it.
-- And that each particular moment...
--- Drop it.
-- matters nothing.
Anything else?
-- There's a character, the Mother, who could care less if she has a life, if life is considered an end in itself. She doesn't have the slightest doubt that she is still alive. It never occurs to her to wonder how and why and in what way she is. In short, she is not aware of being a character, because she has never, not even for a moment, detached from her role. She doesn't know that she has a role. But there you are: maternal blood, full of hatred, loves and lives together.

Is this Garage Martin? Is this Garage Martin? Is this Garage Martin?
- Is this Garage Martin?
-- Flo, what do we have to tell them?
--- We don't speak to those who use the verb "to be".
Are you working here?
--- Yes, but I don't have a contract.
We came to speak with your parents.
---- I quit. I'm going back down south.
What about the comrades?
- And the comrades?
---- You'll come see us.
- That'll be up to them.
---- Sure, you'll come.

For tonight's news. For the elections. I'm filming.
- Forget it, Darling.
We have an appointment with them.-- Forget it, Lady.
Only two or three minutes for a declaration. Who will present it?
-- Forget it, forget it.
But your parents made the appointment.
- What parents?We're not making it up.
--- He meant: What kind of parents?
---- Mr. and Mrs. Martin, they are not your parents?
--- Please don't use the verb "to be".
Now I'm totally confused. Well?
---- No answer.
Give me that.
- Not surprising, they all have cell phones saying they aren't there. Sorry no-one's home. Get lost, Channel 3!
I don't get it. The batteries are new. It must have a problem.
--- There, use the verb "to have" and things will go much better for France.
---- Did you find that in Balzac, Flo?
--- Florine. If you make fun of Balzac, I will kill you.
---- Please, Mr... two or three short questions.
----- No.
---- Please.
----- No.

One and a half hours late.

Had this project been carried out the way it was initially planned it would have, without a doubt, given France a lasting advantage with regards to the digitization of books. But now it's hopelessly behind.

Should I wait for you, Sir?
- No, you will pick up the Prince at the airport and return to the office.

So?
- So? "Presidency" is feminine in French: "la", not "le" presidency.

We'll see about that.
- We already have.

Nothing at all. Our convention. Today is the 4th of August, right?

Flo is right. We'll have to wait a bit.

The news is at 7 pm. There's always some editing.

Give me 10 minutes. I'll settle this.

Can I film while we're waiting?

Nothing at all.

You can film me. Why don't Florine and I run for election instead of Mom and Dad?

He's dreaming. Children can't run for election, not even on the regional level.

Yes, yes, yes... but children are part of the people and the people's will exists. Besides, we'll end up paying 30% of France's debt, because you are getting old. The exact... The exact profit insurance companies make off the debt.

And the beautiful dress, can I film it?
- Sure, why not.

I'm listening.

Today it's inconvenient. I'd forgotten. They're both born on the same day. Each birthday Jean-Jacques and I agreed to debate with them, in theory democratically.
- And do they lead it?
-- More of less. We had to sign an agreement.
- But that's so cool. We should to film that.

We work at night. We do what we can. We give what we have.

How long will it take?
- Unfortunately they are allowed 24 hours.

So either you wait, or you come back tomorrow.
- We'll wait.
-- We'll wait.

I'll borrow Catherine's Mini and be right back. I have to settle this garage business.

Oh shit.

Watch out, mom.

That's right, I could beat you all to a pulp! I'd even attack the sun, if it ever attacked me.

I do not have my heart in my mouth.
- Ah? Are we moving to America now?
No, to England. Exactly 400 years ago. He doesn't have his heart in his mouth.
- Well, okay. But now, do you love us or not?
When I talk to myself, I say the words of someone else, that I say to myself. When you hear your own voice... where's that from? No, dad... from here.- Yes. So what?
-- I'll inform the TV people.
--- No, Mom... stay.

One is part of the other. The other is part of the one, and there are three people.
- We are four.
-- There's the law. But you have duties. Say it.Well, Mother, we're entering an age with digital technology, where, for different reasons, humanity will have to face problems that won't allow themselves the luxury of being expressed. About the garage, for instance, there must be redistribution of property. It must be said, the revolution, alas... brotherhood, Saint Augustine: "I include among my friends those who disapprove of my acts, but not my existence." I still smile. It's been pointless for so long. My tongue goes back out and into the mud. I stay that way, no longer thirsty, the tongue goes back in. The mouth closes. It should now make a straight line. That's it, I created the image.

Nearly everything - grain, math, television - there are almost as many as prime numbers.
- I don't get it, why television?
Nerve connections have become raw material today. So in my humble opinion, Africa is once again out of luck.
- You mean, not part of history. That's what you think. What hasn't changed is that there will always be bastards. But what has changed today is that the bastards are sincere.
They sincerely believe in Europe, that's true. Europe was a German musician, a French writer, Italian singers.
- Ah yes, the Marriage of Figaro.
Yes, Sir! But still, what we are doing is pathetic, we distribute, whereas we should first produce. Yet we once knew how.
- With a tom-tom. Here and now, with these people, I'm trying to produce something. Don't you think?
-- Didn't Flo bring you sandwiches? Flo, Flo?
- Yes. Yes. Yes, yes, 5 p.m. Do you think we can shoot soon?
-- Yes, soon, I think so. I told you, here and now I don't give orders.
- You heard. 5 p.m.
-- It'll be alright. Flo, do you think...
- Will Jean-Jacque give up his place to you?
-- I hope so.
- Ask if she has a plan. What do the unions say?
-- We'll see. First they'll say I'm right, then do what they want. So bye-bye, Bertha. Above all, keep your mouth shut. Show first. Show only what's possible.
- What for instance?
--- Don't talk about what's invisible. Show it.

You want more power?
- No power. A society, not a state.
Sorry, Florine, I don't get it.
- The dream of the state, that's the dream to be one. Individuals dream of pairing up.

Lets go, hurry up!

What is she talking?

Make up your mind about what it is that you're struggling for because you might well obtain it.

What's this story?
- You'll see.
-- Be careful, Dad!
Do you wear thongs like mom?
-Lucien!
But I'm curious.

To live or to tell, we don't have a choice.
- I'll tell. 1789, 8th of August. With the corps all individual privileges were abolished. Only common law would remain, universally applicable to everyone in France. Nothing to obscure the relation between the individual and the law.
I hate the dust that I am made of and that speaks to you.
- You bet, pet. Bravo... Saint Just... 89. The beautiful corps of twenty year olds.

Madame, what are these many eyes that watch at night?- Monsieur, suddenly this, suddenly that astonishes me, there's no-one here, yet here I am speaking to you and you hear me, since you are answering. Monsieur, through it all, what are these images, so free and yet locked in? This vast idea, where figures pass. Where colors glow.
Madame, that was space. And space is dying.

One word is enough.
- I know.
Yes, you're full of beauty and strength. And I told you too. There's no love left between us.

You divide by the number of elected officials on the pretense that it is costly to democracy, and that these officials don't work and that the public should be educated about all these layers. I'm mayor and regional councilor. My region's council is not of my political persuasion and we all know who does what and work together intelligently. So that argument is not good. It must be completely revised, because it leads the population to believe that these officials are only there to collect their pay, whereas the time devoted by the state's elected officials - and we were talking about rural officials earlier who deserve our praise - is given generously.

...of the Republic today guarantee France's territorial and social cohesion. I saw...

The General Councils, it's not simple.
- There are no simple elections.
You'll need to have a program.
- Yes, obviously, a program.And do you have one?
- To be twenty years old. To be right. To keep up hope. To be right, when your government is wrong. To learn to see before one learns to read. Isn't that cool?
You poor thing, you never listen. But still, without realizing it, she had already taken the decisive step. She was now heading into unknown territory, beyond the confines of her former paradise, alone. Someone different than this little girl...
- The perfect union of multiple voices...
fearless.
- after all prevents progress toward one another.

Stop the thief! Stop the thief! Has anyone seen my cap? Hey, whitey. Did you see anything?
- No, Miss.
Enough, I've seen you, bastard!
- Hey, be careful!
What are you doing?
- I'm welcoming a bygone landscape.
Shit, that's a Renoir!
- Yes, exactly. The moron missed out on some beautiful things.
And these two here, that's you and your mother?
- If anyone asks, just say that you don't know. I can't make out the brand name.
"Night and Day" Le jour et la nuit.
- It's fine, I understand English.
It's from Egypt. It was found in the tomb of a pharaoh at El Amarna.
- But there are no hours, nothing.
Yes, but there is time. The night of time.
- And the day, who decides?The watch itself.
- Nothing is moving.
Yes, because it's thinking. If it takes too long, give it a shake.
- Then what?
Mystery.
- Of what are you thinking?
And you?- Of your back.
That really interests you?
- No comment.

Oh, stop! Get out! That's enough! Beat it, damn it. Bastards. That's enough, you little jerk.

so you went to see them again

yes, after the first election was cancelled the children are now awaiting

the decision of the Council of State

their father has a little place in the South

for the first election the Council's decision was fair

Florine and Lucien kept their last name

popular sovereignty was expressed but without a pattern

this time, they got 93% of the vote

with just their first names

so, they're going to win

once, in the Résistance, not far from Toulouse

there was a small network that was part of the "Combat" movement

"the family Martin"

whose motto was

liberate and federate

OUR

HUMANITIES

EGYPT

PALESTINE

ODESSA

OUR HUMANITIES

HELLAS

NAPLES

BARCELONA

HUMANITY

In the Sudan, gold dust, along with black slaves, is known to be the main merchandise in Saharan smuggling. But we don't realize that for centuries this gold was one of the decisive weapons of western Islam.

On neither the sun, nor death can we look fixedly.

See. There. Two female gold diggers, at a meeting of the Golden League. In their image then, the historian doesn't seek, he finds.

To safeguard all the images of language and make use of them. Because they are in the desert, where we must go find them.

PALESTINE

ISRAEL

In 1839, Palestine welcomes its first photographer. The quadrature of the circle had been accomplished with the famous x + 3 = 1 metaphor, which Einstein sought all his life. Clarity through obscurity.

At the end of 1926 in Jerusalem Gershom Scholem writes to Franz Rosenzweig in Berlin. The country is a volcano. And the day will come when language will turn itself against those who speak it.

This is why the girls love you.

Take me for a walk, make me run after you.

The king had me enter his chambers, a prisoner of love.

And the second angel poured out his vial upon the sea and it became like the blood of the dead.

During his second course at the New School in New York, Roman Jakobson shows during the winter of 1942-43, that is it impossible to separate sound from meaning and that only the concept of the
phoneme can solve this mystery.

To write for two voices can only succeed, when dissonance is introduced by a common note.

Tell me where the soldiers are, where have they lived on? Tell me where the soldiers are, what has happened?

Isaac asked his father: I see the fire, I see the knife, but I don't see the lamb.

EARTH

AGAINST

HEAVEN

And Abraham said: God will provide himself a victim for a holocaust.

JEW

The crusades, and the very name of Jerusalem, explain many things.

MUSLIM

If there was desire for vengeance the person to avenge was Jesus Christ.

Palestine.

KISS ME

STUPID

ODESSA

OCTOBRE

ELECTROSCOPE

SHUDDERED

BUT IS FALLING ASLEEP

Are there any questions?
- I have a question. You said it was a silent movie, so how did people understand?
(Odessa. The stairs, in Russian, are feminine.)
When construction of the stairs was finished, no-one had any doubt that the stairs had become an integral part of our city.
(I think she's talking nonsense. But there was something else.)

Well, yes. (Poor Vakulinchuk.) This is the Potemkin staircase.

...thanks to Sergei Mikhailovich Eisenstein's film, Battleship Potemkin, or the year 1905.

In the manifestation, there was joy, happiness. There you go, it's your turn. The soldiers fired on them, because it was manifest. And in manifest you have mano (hand). Not some draped sentiment, but an ideal, a smile that dismisses the universe.

HELLAS

Hellas. Hellas. Democracy and tragedy were wed in Athens under Pericles and Sophocles. A single child: civil war.

The Greek tragic hero: the mortal exhibition of a speechless body, in lieu of an impossible declaration.

RACINE

PRINCIPLES OF TRAGEDY

Ismene, mine own dear sister, knowest thou what ill there is, of all bequeathed by Oedipus?

When Ulysses, returning from the Odyssey, reached Ithaca, the only one who recognized him under his disguise was a dog.

But that morning, when he fell in line alongside Atalanta, he realized that war would be the center of his life.

French Newsreels today present the first report of a country in strife.

The brothers are leaving our village. They raise a flag and they depart. They raise a flag and they depart.

Why did I so desire the gift of prophecy?
- So, Cassandra, will you be reasonable?
No.
- You don't approve of the gods' plans?
No.
- But you will be silent?
No.

The dream of...

Naples.

Let's bring back duration.

More significant than the deep structures of life are their breaking points, their sudden or slow deterioration. Their sudden or slow deterioration.

The sad thing is that we copy the same model dating from Mediterranean antiquity. It has colored with its scents - colors and afirmations - all life in the western world.

Infection is an ancient event. Without infection evolution would have been impossible.

The plague broke out in Naples on octobre 1, 1943. The same day the Allies forces entered this unfortunate city as liberators. Freedom is costly. But one can't buy her with gold and not with blood, but with cowardice, prostitution and betrayal.

NAPLES

Could the North Americans claim to have liberated the peoples and yet oblige them to fell vanquished?

Nothing and everything.

You cannot go back, because life pushes you on, like an endless stream.

BARCELONA

Spain is a country that at this moment has no lack... of opportunities to die.

And even our utopias - it being clearly understood that it is not essential what a dictator thinks...

We discover war only once, but we discover life many times.
- But a more loyal truth, and one might add, within arm's reach.

Bullfight in the Plaza de Toros. Everyone was there. Hemingway, Dos Passos, Orwell. And then? Once the bull was put to death, toreros and spectators left for the front.

Women. Like all those who were building barricades in the suburbs of the city, in anticipation of the Moors' offensive. Later, Simone Weil, after Franco's victory when she learned the Germans had taken Paris, declared: "A great day for Indochina."

You see, with the verb "to be", the lack of reality becomes flagrant. For example: Soon we will be in Barcelona. It would be better to say: Barcelona will welcome us soon.

What time is it?
- Nothing but the right time.

Alissa! Alissa!

THINGS

LIKE

WHEN

THE LAW

ISN'T JUST

JUSTICE

COMES

BEFORE THE LAW

NO COMMENT

Blade Runner Script

The following was copied from http://scribble.com/uwi/br/br-script.html.
I did this in order to make some corrections and insertions while being unable to contact the author.
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Early in the 21st Century, THE TYRELL
CORPORATION advanced Robot evolution
into the NEXUS phase - a being virtually
identical to a human - known as a Replicant.

The NEXUS 6 Replicants were superior
in strength and agility, and at least equal
in intelligence, to the genetic engineers
who created them.

Replicants were used Off-world as
slave labor, in the hazardous exploration and
colonization of other planets.

After a bloody mutiny by a NEXUS 6
combat team in an Off-world colony,
Replicants were declared illegal
on earth - under penalty of death.

Special police squads - BLADE RUNNER
UNITS - had orders to shoot to kill, upon
detection, any trespassing Replicant.

This was not called execution.
It was called retirement.

---

LOS ANGELES
NOVEMBER, 2019

---

Intercom: Next subject, Kowalski, Leon, engineer, waste-disposal, file-section, new employees, six days.

[ Knock on door ]

Intercom (background): Calling Mr. Webber. Please...

Holden: Come in.

Intercom (background): ... report to zone A, sector 9. [ pause ] Replication sector, level 9 - we have a B-1 security alert. Standby for ID check...

Holden: Sit down.

Intercom (background): Replication sector, level 9 - we have a B-1 security alert. Standby for...

Leon: Care if I talk? I'm kind of nervous when I take tests.

Holden: Uh, just please don't move.

Leon: Oh, sorry. [ pause ] I already had an IQ test this year, I don't think I've ever had one of these-

Holden: Reaction time is a factor in this, so please pay attention. Now, answer as quickly as you can.

Leon: Sure.

Holden: One-one-eight-seven at Hunterwasser.

Leon: That's the hotel.

Holden: What?

Leon: Where I live.

Holden: Nice place?

Leon: Yeah, sure I guess--that part of the test?

Holden: No, just warming you up, that's all.

Leon: Oh. It's not fancy or anything.

Holden: You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of the sudden-

Leon: Is this the test now?

Holden: Yes. You're in a desert walking along in the sand when all of the sudden you look down-

Leon: What one?

Holden: What?

Leon: What desert?

Holden: It doesn't make any difference what desert, it's completely hypothetical.

Leon: But how come I'd be there?

Holden: Maybe you're fed up, maybe you want to be by yourself, who knows? You look down and you see a tortoise, Leon, it's crawling toward you-

Leon: Tortoise? What's that?

Holden: Know what a turtle is?

Leon: Of course.

Holden: Same thing.

Leon: I've never seen a turtle. [ pause ] But I understand what you mean.

Holden: You reach down, you flip the tortoise over on its back Leon.

Leon: Do you make up these questions, Mr. Holden, or do they write them down for you?

Holden: The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun beating its legs trying to turn itself over but it can't, not without your help, but you're not helping.

Leon: What do you mean I'm not helping?

Holden: I mean, you're not helping. Why is that Leon? [ pause ] They're just questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they're written down for me. It's a test, designed to provoke an emotional response. [ pause ] Shall we continue? Describe in single words, only the good things that come in to your mind about: your mother.

Leon: My mother?

Holden: Yeah.

Leon: Let me tell you about my mother. [ shot fired ]

[ Cut to overhead shot of city, zooms in on Deckard, reading a newspaper ]

Overhead blimp: A new life awaits you in the Off-world colonies. The chance to begin again in a golden land of opportunity and adventure.

Sushi Master: Nan-ni shimasho-ka? [ Japanese for: "What would you like to have?" ]

Overhead blimp: A new life awaits you in the Off-world colonies. The chance to begin again in a golden land of opportunity and adventure. New climate, recreational facilities...

Deckard (voice-over): They don't advertise for killers in the newspaper. That was my profession. Ex-cop, ex-blade runner, ex-killer.

Overhead blimp: absolutely free... Use your new friend as a personal body servant or a tireless field hand - the custom tailored genetically engineered humanoid replicant designed especially for your needs. So come on America, lets put our team up there...

[ Deckard walks over to Japanese carry-out stand ]

Sushi Master: ...akimashita, akimashita. Irasshai, irasshai. [ pause ] Sa dozo. Nan-ni shimasho-ka? [ Japanese for: "Now you can sit here. Come on. Well, what would you like to have?" ]

Deckard: Give me four.

Sushi Master: Futatsu de jubun desuyo. [ Japanese for: "Two must be enough for you" ]

Deckard: No, four. Two, two, four.

Sushi Master: Futatsu de jubun desuyo. [ Japanese for: "Two must be enough for you" ]

Deckard: And noodles.

Sushi Master: Wakatte kudasai yo. [ Japanese for: "Please understand me." ]

Deckard (voice-over): Sushi, that's what my ex-wife called me. Cold fish.

Policeman: Hey, idi-wa. [ Korean for: "Come here." ]

Gaff: Monsier, ada-na kobishin angum bi-te. [ Cityspeak for: "You will be required to accompany me, sir." ]

Sushi Master: He say you under arrest, Mr. Deckard.

Deckard: Got the wrong guy, pal.

Gaff: Lo-faast! Nehod[y] maar! Te vad[y] a Blade... Blade Runner!

[

The meaning of Gaff's sentences in Cityspeak (Hungarian):

1. "lo-faast" is a rude expression. Originally is written as "lofaszt" and is a combined word. "lo" means "horse" and "fasz" means "prick", "dick". Together, and with the suffix "-t" [which refers accusative] it's a shortened form of "lofaszt a seggedbe" ["have a horse's dick in your ass"]. In this context it means that Gaff tolerates Deckard's answer as nuts and refuses to be ignored.
2. "nehod[y] maar", originally "nehogy mar" is an informal spoken formula, shortened from "nehogy mar ugy legyen!" meaning about "wish it wouldn't be that way!". It's enforcing Gaff's expression about Deckard's lame "leave-me-alone-sucker" answer.
3. "te vad[y]" originally "te vagy" simply means "you are".
4. "a" means "the"

So, a close translation is:

Gaff: Shit, man, dontcha say, you're the Blade... Blade Runner.

]

Sushi Master: He say you brade runna.

Deckard: Tell him I'm eating.

Gaff: Captain Bryant toka. Meni-o mae-yo. [ Cityspeak for: "Captain Bryant ordered me to bring you in." ]

Deckard: Bryant, huh?

Sushi Master: Hai! [ Japanese for: "Yes!" ]

[ Deckard and Gaff take off vertically in spinner to see Bryant. ]

Spinner: Yellow 3, climb and maintain four thousand... when approaching pad six...

Deckard (voice-over): The charmer's name was Gaff. I'd seen him around. Bryant must have upped him to the Blade Runner unit. That gibberish he talked was city-speak, guttertalk, a mishmash of Japanese, Spanish, German, what have you. I didn't really need a translator. I knew the lingo, every good cop did. But I wasn't going to make it easier for him.

Spinner: ...final descent, now on glide path, on course, over the landing threshold.

[ Bryant's office ]

Bryant: Hiya Deck.

Deckard: Bryant.

Bryant: You wouldn't have come if I just asked you to. Sit down pal. C'mon don't be an asshole Deckard. I've got four skin jobs walking the streets.

Deckard (voice-over): Skin jobs. That's what Bryant called replicants. In history books he's the kind of cop that used to call black men niggers.

Bryant: They jumped a shuttle Off-world, killed the crew and passengers. They found the shuttle drifting off the coast two weeks ago so we know they're around.

Deckard: Embarrassing.

Bryant: No sir. Not embarrassing, because no one's ever going to find out they're down here. Because you're going to spot them, and you're going to air them out.

Deckard: I don't work here anymore. Give it to Holden, he's good.

Bryant: I did. He can breathe okay as long as nobody unplugs him. [ Gaff picks up a pice of paper ] He's not good enough, not as good as you. I need you, Deck. This is a bad one, the worst yet. I need the old blade runner, I need your magic.

Deckard: I was quit when I came in here, Bryant. I'm twice as quit now.

Bryant: Stop right where you are. You know the score pal. If you're not cop, you're little people.

[ Gaff sets down an oragami chicken ]

Deckard: No choice, huh?

Bryant: No choice pal.

[ Video room - showing video of Leon and Holden, labeled "V.K. 96/W/9-3H" ]

Leon (video): I already had an IQ test this year, I don't think I've ever had one of these-

Holden (video): Reaction time is a factor in this, so please pay attention. Answer as quickly as you can.

Leon (video): Yeah, sure.

Holden (video): One-one-eight-seven at Hunterwasser.

Leon (video): Yeah, that's the hotel.

Holden (video): What?

Leon (video): Where I live.

Holden (video): Nice place?

Leon (video): Yeah, sure I guess--

Bryant: There was an escape from the Off-world colonies two weeks ago. Six replicants, three male, three female. They slaughtered twenty-three people and jumped a shuttle. An aerial patrol spotted the ship off the coast. No crew, no sight of them. Three nights ago they tried to break into Tyrell Corporation. One of them got fried running through an electrical field. We lost the others. On the possibility they might try to infiltrate his employees, I had Holden go over and run Voigt-Kampff tests on the new workers. Looks like he got himself one.

Holden (video): So you look down you see a tortoise. It's crawling toward you.

Leon (video): Tortoise, what's that?

Holden (video): Know what a turtle is?

Leon (video): Of course.

Holden (video): Same thing.

Leon (video): I've never seen a turtle.

Deckard: I don't get it. What do they risk coming back to earth for? That's unusual. Why--what do they want out of the Tyrell Corporation?

Bryant: Well you tell me pal, that's what you're here for.

Deckard: [funny look]. [pause] What's this?

Bryant: Nexus 6. Roy Batty. Incept date 2016. Combat model. Optimum self-sufficiency. Probably the leader. [ pause ] This is Zhora. She's trained for an Off-world kick-murder squad. Talk about beauty and the beast, she's both. [ pause ] The fourth skin job is Pris. A basic pleasure model. The standard item for military clubs in the outer colonies. They were designed to copy human beings in every way except their emotions. The designers reckoned that after a few years they might develop their own emotional responses. You know, hate, love, fear, anger, envy. So they built in a fail-safe device.

Deckard: Which is what?

Bryant: Four year life span.

Bryant: Now there's a Nexus 6 over at the Tyrell Corporation. I want you to go put the machine on it.

Deckard: And if the machine doesn't work?

[ Deckard flies to the enormous Tyrell building ]

Deckard (voice-over): I'd quit because I'd had a belly full of killing. But then I'd rather be a killer than a victim. And that's exactly what Bryant's threat about little people meant. So I hooked in once more, thinking that if I couldn't take it, I'd split later. I didn't have to worry about Gaff. He was brown-nosing for a promotion, so he didn't want me back anyway.

[ Inside the Tyrell building--looks faintly Egyptian. An owl flies across the room. ]

Rachael: Do you like our owl?

Deckard: It's artificial?

Rachael: Of course it is.

Deckard: Must be expensive.

Rachael: Very. I'm Rachael.

Deckard: Deckard.

Rachael: It seems you feel our work is not a benefit to the public.

Deckard: Replicants are like any other machine. They're either a benefit or a hazard. If they're a benefit, it's not my problem.

Rachael: May I ask you a personal question?

Deckard: Sure.

Rachael: Have you ever retired a human by mistake?

Deckard: No.

Rachael: But in your position that is a risk?

Tyrell: Is this to be an empathy test? Capillary dilation of the so-called blush response? Fluctuation of the pupil? Involuntary dilation of the iris?

Deckard: We call it Voigt-Kampff for short.

Rachael: Mr. Deckard, Dr. Eldon Tyrell.

Tyrell: Demonstrate it. I want to see it work.

Deckard: Where's the subject?

Tyrell: I want to see it work on a person. I want to see a negative before I provide you with a positive.

Deckard: What's that going to prove?

Tyrell: Indulge me.

Deckard: On you?

Tyrell: Try her.

Deckard: It's too bright in here.

[ The window changes shade, letting less light in ]

Rachael: Do you mind if I smoke?

Deckard: It won't affect the test. All right, I'm going to ask you a series of questions. Just relax and answer them as simply as you can. [ pause ] It's your birthday. Someone gives you a calfskin wallet.

Rachael: I wouldn't accept it. Also, I'd report the person who gave it to me to the police.

Deckard: You've got a little boy. He shows you his butterfly collection plus the killing jar.

Rachael: I'd take him to the doctor.

Deckard: You're watching television. Suddenly you realize there's a wasp crawling on your arm.

Rachael: I'd kill it.

Deckard: You're reading a magazine. You come across a full-page nude photo of a girl.

Rachael: Is this testing whether I'm a replicant or a lesbian, Mr. Deckard?

Deckard: Just answer the questions, please. [ pause ] You show it to your husband. He likes it so much he hangs it on your bedroom wall.

Deckard (background): ...bush outside your window...

Rachael: I wouldn't let him.

Deckard (background): ...orange body, green legs...

Deckard: Why not?

Rachael: I should be enough for him.

[ Audio fades out and in, time passes. ]

Deckard: One more question. You're watching a stage play. A banquet is in progress. The guests are enjoying an appetizer of raw oysters. The entree consists of boiled dog.

Tyrell: Would you step out for a few moments, Rachael? [ pause ] Thank you.

Deckard: She's a replicant, isn't she?

Tyrell: I'm impressed. How many questions does it usually take to spot them?

Deckard: I don't get it Tyrell.

Tyrell: How many questions?

Deckard: Twenty, thirty, cross-referenced.

Tyrell: It took more than a hundred for Rachael, didn't it?

Deckard: She doesn't know?!

Tyrell: She's beginning to suspect, I think.

Deckard: Suspect? How can it not know what it is?

Tyrell: Commerce, is our goal here at Tyrell. More human than human is our motto. Rachael is an experiment, nothing more. We began to recognize in them strange obsessions. After all they are emotional inexperienced with only a few years in which to store up the experiences which you and I take for granted. If we give them the past we create a cushion or pillow for their emotions and consequently we can control them better.

Deckard: Memories. You're talking about memories.

[ Deckard and Gaff drive to Leon's apartment in spinner, watching Leon's video. ]

Holden (video): Reaction time is a factor in this, so please pay attention. Now, answer as quickly as you can.

Leon (video): Sure.

Holden (video): One-one-eight-seven at Hunterwasser.

Leon (video): Yeah, That's the hotel.

Holden (video): What?

Leon (video): Where I live.

Holden (video): Nice place?

Leon (video): Yeah, sure I guess--that part of the test?

Holden (video): No--

[ Deckard and Gaff inspect the apartment. Deckard finds a scale in the bathtub and some family photos. Gaff watches quietly, folding an origami statue of a man with an erection. ]

Deckard (voice-over): I didn't know whether Leon gave Holden a legit address. But it was the only lead I had, so I checked it out. [ pause ] Whatever was in the bathtub was not human. Replicants don't have scales. [ pause ] And family photos? Replicants didn't have families either.

[ Leon meets Roy outside of phonebooth. ]

Roy: Time enough. [ pause ] Did you get your precious photos?

Leon: Someone was there.

Roy: Man? Police-man?

[ Roy and Leon enter Chew's building ]

Chew: [ ???] [ Chinese for: "Ha yes! So little time." ]

[ Chew examines an eye under a microscope ] Chew: [ ??? ] [ Chinese for: "Ha, ha! So beautiful." ]

[ Roy and Leon enter Chew's lab ] Chew: [ ??? ] [ Chinese for: "Ha, ha! Beautiful indeed." ]

[ Leon tugs at the hoses connected to Chew's heated fur coat. ] Chew: [ ??? ] [ Chinese for: "Where did you come from? What the hell do you think you are doing?" ]

[ Chew speaks into his coat-lapel microphone. ]

Chew: [ ??? ] [ Chinese for: "Ah - Chong, come quickly." ]

Roy: Fiery the angels fell. Deep thunder rode around their shores, burning with the fires of Orc.

Chew: [ ??? ]. You not come here. Illegal. [ pause ] Hey. Hey. [ ??? ] Cold! Those are my eyes! Freezing!

Roy: Yes, questions.

[ Leon removes Chew's jacket. ]

Chew: Hey! Hey! Hu-ahh. Huh. Huh-ay...

Roy: Morphology, longevity, incept dates.

Chew: Don't know -- I, I don't know such stuff. I just do eyes. Just eyes -- Just genetic design -- just eyes. You Nexus, huh? I design your eyes.

Roy: Chew, if only you could see what I've seen with your eyes. Questions.

Chew: I don't know answers.

Roy: Who does?

Chew: Tyrell. He -- He knows everything.

Roy: Tyrell corporation?

Chew: He big boss. He big genius. He design your mind, your brain.

Roy: Ah, smart.

Chew: Cold.

Roy: Not an easy man to see--

Chew: Very cold.

Roy: I guess?

Chew: Se-Se-Sebastian he -- he take -- take you there.

Roy: Sebastian who?

Chew: J. -- J. F. Sebastian-- Sebas... Sebas...

Roy: Now, where would we find this J. F. Sebastian?

[ In car, listening to Leon's video ]

Holden (video): Lets continue, shall we. Describe in single words, only the good things that come in to your mind about your mother.

Leon (video): My mother?

Holden (video): Yeah.

Leon (video): I'll tell you about my mother. [ shot fired ]

Elevator: Voice print identification. Your floor number please.

Deckard: Deckard, ninety-seven.

Elevator: Ninety-seven, thank-you, danke.

[ The elevator doors open, and Deckard pulls his gun on Rachael ]

Rachael: I wanted to see you, [ pause ] so I waited. Let me help.

Deckard: What do I need help for?

Rachael: I don't know why he told you what he did.

Deckard: Talk to him.

[ Deckard closes his apartment door on Rachael. ]

Rachael: He wouldn't see me.

[ Deckard reopens the door, and Rachael enters. ]

Deckard: Do you want a drink? No? No?

Rachael: You think I'm a replicant, don't you? [ pause ] Look, it's me with my mother.

Deckard: Yeah. [ pause ] Remember when you were six? You and your brother snuck into an empty building through a basement window--you were gonna play doctor. He showed you his, but when it got to be your turn you chickened and ran. Remember that? You ever tell anybody that? Your mother, Tyrell, anybody, huh? You remember the spider that lived in a bush outside your window: orange body, green legs. Watched her build a web all summer. Then one day there was a big egg in it. The egg hatched--

Rachael: The egg hatched...

Deckard: Yeah...

Rachael: ...and a hundred baby spiders came out. And they ate her.

Deckard: Implants! Those aren't your memories. They're somebody else's. They're Tyrell's niece's. [ pause ] Okay, bad joke. I made a bad joke. You're not a replicant. Go home, okay? No really, I'm sorry. Go home. [ pause ] Want a drink? I'll get you a drink. I'll get a glass.

[ Rachael runs away when Deckard turns to get a glass. Then, Deckard looks a Rachael's photo. ]

Deckard (voice-over): Tyrell really did a job on Rachael. Right down to a snapshot of a mother she never had, a daughter she never was. Replicants weren't supposed to have feelings. Neither were blade runners. What the hell was happening to me? [ pause ] Leon's pictures had to be as phony as Rachael's. I didn't know why a replicant would collect photos. Maybe they were like Rachael. They needed memories.

[ Deckard, on balcony. ]

[ Switch to Pris. Outside J. F. Sebastians's apartment building. Covers herself in trash pile. ]

Pris: Pugh... Uhhh... Ungh... Ungh...

Sebastian: Hey! You forgot your bag.

Pris: I'm lost.

Sebastian: Don't worry, I won't hurt you. [ pause ] What's your name?

Pris: Pris.

Sebastian: Mine's J. F. Sebastian.

Pris: Hi.

Sebastian: Hi. Oh, where were you going? Home?

Pris: I don't have one. We scared each other pretty good, didn't we?

Sebastian: We sure did.

Pris: I'm hungry J. F.

Sebastian: I've got some stuff inside. You want to come in?

Pris: I was hoping you'd say that.

[ Pris and Sebastian enter building. ]

Pris: Do you live in this building all by yourself?

Sebastian: Yeah, I live here pretty much alone right now. No housing shortage around here. Plenty of room for everybody. [ pause ]

Pris: [ cough ].

Sebastian: Watch out for the water.

Pris: Must get lonely here J. F.

Sebastian: Hmm... Not really. I make friends. They're toys. My friends are toys. I make them. It's a hobby. I'm a genetic designer. Do you know what that is?

Pris: No.

Sebastian: Now... Oh... [ Lets Pris into apartment first ] Yoo-hoo, home again.

Kaiser and Bear: Home again, home again, jiggity jig. Good evening J. F.

Sebastian: Good evening, fellas.

Kaiser: [ Bumps into wall ] Oooh!

Sebastian: They're my friends. I made them. Where are your folks?

Pris: I'm sort of an orphan.

Sebastian: Oh, what about your friends?

Pris: I have some, but I have to find them. I'll let 'em know where I am tomorrow.

Sebastian: Oh. Can I take those things for you? They're soaked aren't they?

[ Deckard scans his old family photos, taps on the piano for a bit, and then uses the ESPER machine. ]

Deckard: Enhance 224 to 176. Enhance, stop. Move in, stop. Pull out, track right, stop. Center in, pull back. Stop. Track 45 right. Stop. Center and stop. Enhance 34 to 36. Pan right and pull back. Stop. Enhance 34 to 46. Pull back. Wait a minute, go right, stop. Enhance 57 to 19. Track 45 left. Stop. Enhance 15 to 23. Give me a hard copy right there.

[ Market - Deckard gets the snake scale examined via electron microscope. ]

Deckard: Fish?

Cambodian Lady: I think it was manufactured locally. Finest quality. Superior workmanship. There is a maker's serial number 99069-07X/B71. Interesting. Not fish. Snake scale.

Deckard: Snake?

Cambodian Lady: Try Abdul Ben-Hassan. He make this snake.

[ Abdul Ben-Hassan's ]

Abdul: [ Mumbles something ]

Deckard: Abdul Hassan? I'm a police officer, I'd like to ask you a few questions. Artificial snake license X/B71, that's you? This is your work, huh? Who did you sell it to?

Abdul: My work? Not too many could afford such quality.

Deckard: How many?

Abdul: Very few.

Deckard: How few? Look my friend.

Abdul: Taffey Lewis, down in fourth sector, Chinatown.

[ Taffey Lewis's ]

Deckard: Bartender? Taffey Lewis?

Prostitute: [ To Taffey. ] Oh, I can't stand him.

Deckard: Taffey, I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Taffey: [ To prostitute. ] Blow me.

Deckard: You ever buy snakes from the Egyptian, Taffey?

Taffey: All the time, pal.

Deckard: You ever see this girl, huh?

Taffey: Never seen her, buzz off.

Deckard: Your licenses in order pal?

Taffey: Hey Louis, the man is dry. Give him one on the house, okay?. See ya.

[ Deckard calls Rachael on a public videophone. "555-7583" ]

Rachael: Hello?

Deckard: I've had people walk out on me before, but not when I was being so charming. I'm at a bar here now down at the fourth sector. Taffey Lewis is on the line. Why don't you come on down here and have a drink?

Rachael: I don't think so, Mr. Deckard. That's not my kind of place.

Deckard: Go someplace else?

[ Rachael hangs up on Deckard. Deckard returns to Taffey's. Videophone displays "TOTAL CHARGE - $1.25" ]

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen. Taffey Lewis presents Miss Salome and the snake. Watch her take the pleasures from the serpent that once corrupted man.

[ Miss Salome's dressing room. ]

Male voice repeated in background: Oi, Aremiroya! Nanka hen-na mon nokocchattaze. [ Japanese for: "Hey, look! Something strange has been left." ]

Female voice repeated in background: Ha. Darekakara no purezento. [ Japanese for: "Wow. It's a present from someone." ]

Deckard: Excuse me, Ms. Salome, can I talk to you for a minute? I'm from the American Federation of Variety Artists.

Zhora: Oh, yeah?

Deckard: I'm not here to make you join. No ma'am. That's not my department. Actually, uh. I'm from the, uh, Confidential Committee on Moral Abuses.

Zhora: Committee of Moral Abuses?

Deckard: Yes, ma'am. There's been some reports that the management has been taking liberties with the artists in this place.

Zhora: I don't know nothing about it.

Deckard: Have you felt yourself to be exploited in any way?

Zhora: How do you mean, exploited?

Deckard: Well, like to get this job. I mean, did you do, or-- or were you asked to do anything that's lewd or unsavory or otherwise, uh, repulsive to your person, huh?

Zhora: Ha. Are you for real?

Deckard: Oh yeah. I'd like to check your dressing room if I may.

Zhora: For what?

Deckard: For, uh, for holes.

Zhora: Holes?

Deckard: Well you -- you'd be surprised what a guy'd go through to get a glimpse of a beautiful body.

Zhora: No, I wouldn't.

Deckard: Little, uh, dirty holes they, uh, drill in the wall so they can watch a lady undress. [ pause ] Is this a real snake?

Zhora: Of course it's not real. Do you think I'd be working in a place like this if I could afford a real snake? [ pause ] So if somebody does try to exploit me, who do I go to about it?

Deckard: Me.

Zhora: You're a dedicated man. Dry me.

[ Fight and chase ]

Male voice repeated in background: Oi, Aremiroya! Nanka hen-na mon nokocchattaze. [ Japanese for: "Hey, look! Something strange has been left." ]

Female voice repeated in background: Ha. Darekakara no purezento. [ Japanese for: "Wow. It's a present from someone." ]

Hari Krishnas: Hari, Hari. Hari, Hari. Hari, Hari.

Street Sign: Cross now... Don't walk...

Deckard: Move! Get out of the way!

[ Deckard fires. Kills Zhora in slow motion scene. Leon watches Deckard from the street. ]

Deckard (voice-over): The report would be routine retirement of a replicant which didn't make me feel any better about shooting a woman in the back. There it was again. Feeling, in myself. For her, for Rachael.

Deckard: Deckard. B two-sixty-three fifty-four.

Street Sign: Move on...

Saleslady: A minute. Yeah what do you want?

Deckard: Tsing tao. This enough?

Saleslady: Yeah.

Gaff: Bryant.

Bryant: Christ, Deckard, you look almost as bad as that skin job you left on the sidewalk.

Deckard: I'm going home.

Bryant: You could learn from this guy Gaff. He's a god damn one man slaughter house. That's what he is. Four more to go. Come on Gaff, let's go.

Deckard: Three. There's three to go.

Bryant: There's four. That-- That-that skin job that you V-K'ed at the Tyrell Corporation, Rachael. Disappeared. Vanished. Didn't even know she was a replicant. Something to do with a brain implant says Tyrell. Come on Gaff. Drink some for me, huh, pal.

[ Deckard sees Rachael across the street, and chases after her. Leon stops Deckard in the street ]

Deckard: Leon.

Leon: How old am I?

Deckard: [ Punches Leon ] I don't know.

Leon: [ Throws Deckard against wall ] My birthday is April 10, 2017. How long do I live?

Deckard: Four years.

[ Leon throws Deckard against another wall. Deckard pulls out his gun, but Leon immediately knocks it away. ]

Leon: More than you.

[ Leon swings and misses Deckard, but punches a hole in a steam generator. ]

Leon: Painful to live in fear, isn't it?

[ Leon tosses Deckard down on his back. ]

Leon: Nothing is worse than having an itch you can never scratch.

Deckard: Oh, I agree.

[ Leon picks Deckard up by the collar, and slaps him across the face. ]

Leon: Wake up! Time to die.

[ Leon gets ready to gouge out Deckard's eyes... But, Rachael pops some lead into his cranium ]

[ Back at Deckard's apartment ]

Deckard: Shakes? Me too. I get 'em bad. [ clears throat ] It's part of the business.

Rachael: [ Crying... ] I'm not in the business. [ Pause ] I am the business.

[ Deckard enters the kitchen, removes his shirt, and spits some blood into the sink. ]

Rachael: What if I go north. Disappear. Would you come after me? Hunt me?

Deckard: No. No, I wouldn't. I owe you one. But somebody would.

Rachael: Deckard? You know those files on me? The incept date, the longevity, those things. You saw them?

Deckard: They're classified.

Rachael: But you're a policeman.

Deckard: I didn't look at them.

Rachael: You know that Voigt-Kampff test of yours? Did you ever take that test yourself? Deckard?

[ Deckard falls asleep while Rachael lets her hair down and plays the piano. ]

Deckard: I dreamt music.

Rachael: I didn't know if I could play. I remember lessons. I don't know if it's me or Tyrell's niece.

Deckard: You play beautifully.

[ A little rough-housin. Then Deckard kisses Rachael. ]

Deckard: Now you kiss me.

Rachael: I can't rely on.

Deckard: Say kiss me.

Rachael: Kiss me.

Deckard: I want you.

Rachael: I want you.

Deckard: Again.

Rachael: I want you. Put your hands on me.

[ Sebastian's apartment. ]

Sebastian: Whatcha doing?

Pris: Sorry, just peeking.

Sebastian: Oh.

Pris: How do I look?

Sebastian: You look better.

Pris: Just better?

Sebastian: Well, you look beautiful.

Pris: Thanks.

[ Roy approaches Sebastian's apartment ]

Pris: How old are you?

Sebastian: Twenty-five.

Pris: What's you problem?

Sebastian: Methuselah syndrome.

Pris: What's that?

Sebastian: My glands. They grow old too fast.

Pris: Is that why you're still on earth?

Sebastian: Yeah, I couldn't pass the medical. Anyway, I kind of like it here.

Pris: I like you just the way you are. Hi Roy.

Roy: Ah, gosh. You've really got some nice toys here.

Pris: This is the friend I was telling you about. This is my savior J. F. Sebastian.

Roy: Sebastian. I like a man that stays put. You live here all by yourself, do ya?

Sebastian: Yes.

[ Roy kisses Pris. ]

Sebastian: How 'bout some breakfast. I was just gonna make some.

Pris: Well?

Roy: Leon--

Pris: What's going on.

Roy: Ah-- There's only two of us now.

Pris: Then we're stupid and we'll die.

Roy: No we won't.

[ Sebastian and Roy at chess board ]

Sebastian: No, knight takes queen, see. No good.

Roy: Why are you staring at us Sebastian?

Sebastian: Because. You're so different. You're so perfect.

Roy: Yes.

Sebastian: What generation are you?

Roy: Nexus six.

Sebastian: Ah, I knew it. 'Cause I do genetic design work for the Tyrell Corporation. There's some of me in you. Show me something.

Roy: Like what?

Sebastian: Like anything.

Roy: We're no computers Sebastian, we're physical.

Pris: I think, Sebastian, therefore I am.

Roy: Very good Pris, now show him why.

[ Pris throws hot eggs at Sebastian ]

Roy: We've got a lot in common.

Sebastian: What do you mean?

Roy: Similar problems.

Pris: Accelerated decrepitude.

Sebastian: I don't know much about biomechanics, Roy, I wish I did.

Roy: If we don't find help soon, Pris hasn't got long to live. We can't allow that. [ pause ] Is he good?

Sebastian: Who?

Roy: Your opponent.

Sebastian: Oh, Dr. Tyrell? I've only beaten him once in chess. He's a genius. He designed you.

Roy: Maybe he could help.

Sebastian: I'd be happy to mention it to him, sure.

Roy: Better if I talk to him in person. But I understand he's a sort of hard man to get to.

Sebastian: Yes, very.

Roy: Will you help us?

Sebastian: I can't.

Pris: We need you Sebastian. You're our best and only friend.

Roy: [ Holds fake eyebalss up to his eyes, and speaks in a goofy chinese accent ] We're so happy you found us.

Pris: I don't think there's another human being in the whole world who would have helped us.

[ To Tyrell's house. ]

Tyrell: 66 thousand Prosser and Ankovich. Hmmm.. Trade. Trade at--

Computer: New entry. A Mr. J. F. Sebastian. 1-6-4-1-7.

Tyrell: At this hour? What can I do for you Sebastian.

Sebastian: Queen to Bishop 6. Check.

Tyrell: Nonsense. Just a moment. Mmmm. Queen to Bishop 6. Ridiculous. Queen to Bishop 6. Hmmm... Knight takes Queen. [ pause ] What's on your mind Sebastian? What are you thinking about?

Roy: [ whispered ] Bishop to King 7. Checkmate.

Sebastian: Bishop to King 7. Checkmate, I think.

Tyrell: Quite a brainstorm, uh, Sebastian. Milk and cookies kept you awake, huh? Lets discuss this. You better come up, Sebastian.

Sebastian: Mr. Tyrell. I-- I brought a friend.

Tyrell: I'm surprised you didn't come here sooner.

Roy: It's not an easy thing to meet your maker.

Tyrell: And, what can he do for you?

Roy: Can the maker repair what he makes.

Tyrell: Would you like to be modified?

Roy: Stay here. [ pause ] I had in mind something a little more radical.

Tyrell: What-- What seems to be the problem?

Roy: Death.

Tyrell: Death. Well, I'm afraid that's a little out of my jurisdiction, you--

Roy: I want more life, fucker.

Tyrell: The facts of life. To make an alteration in the evolvment of an organic life system is fatal. A coding sequence cannot be revised once it's been established.

Roy: Why not?

Tyrell: Because by the second day of incubation, any cells that have undergone reversion mutations give rise to revertant colonies like rats leaving a sinking ship. Then the ship sinks.

Roy: What about EMS recombination.

Tyrell: We've already tried it. Ethyl methane sulfonate as an alkylating agent and potent mutagen. It created a virus so lethal the subject was dead before he left the table.

Roy: Then a repressive protein that blocks the operating cells.

Tyrell: Wouldn't obstruct replication, but it does give rise to an error in replication so that the newly formed DNA strand carries the mutation and you've got a virus again. But, uh, this-- all of this is academic. You were made as well as we could make you.

Roy: But not to last.

Tyrell: The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long. And you have burned so very very brightly, Roy. Look at you. You're the prodigal son. You're quite a prize!

Roy: I've done questionable things.

Tyrell: Also extraordinary things. Revel in your time.

Roy: Nothing the god of biomechanics wouldn't let you in heaven for.

[ Roy kisses Tyrell on the mouth. Tyrell screams as his eyes are gouged out. ]

[ On the street... Police radio heard in background. Street vandals approach Deckards car. ]

Vandal: Jemand hat uns ein kleines Geschenk dagelassen. [ German for: "Somebody left us a little present." ]

Vandal: Ist jemand drinnen? [ German for: "Is somebody in there?" ]

Vandal: Ich kann nichts sehen. Hey, warte bis die Bullen weg sind! Hey, warte bis die Bullen weg -- [ German for: "I can`t see anything. Hey, wait `til the cops are gone! Hey, wait `til the cops -- " ]

Bryant: Body identified with Tyrell as a twenty-five year old male caucasian named Sebastian. J. F. Sebastian. Address Bradbury apartments, ninth sector. NM46751. I want you to go down there---

Policeman: This sector's closed to ground traffic. What are you doing here?

Deckard: I'm working. What are you doing?

Policeman: Arresting you. That's what I'm doing.

Deckard: I'm Deckard. Blade runner. Two sixty three-fifty four. I'm filed and monitored.

Policeman: Checking. [ pause ] Okay, checked and cleared. Have a better one.

[ Deckard calls Sebastian's apartment. ]

Pris: Hello?

Deckard: Hi, is J. F. there?

Pris: Who is it?

Deckard: Uh, this is Eddie. An old friend of J. F.'s.

[ Pris hangs up. ]

Deckard: Ooh. That's no way to treat a friend.

[ Deckard recognizes that there`s someone on the roof of the car and drives off. The vandal drops from the roof with a box in his hand. ]

Vandal: (So ein) Mistkerl! [ German for: "(What a) fucker!" ]

[ The vandals are now fighting for the box. ]

Vandal: Gib` das sofort her! Hau ab! [ German for: " Give this to me! Get lost! " ]

[ Deckard enters apartment. ]

Kaiser and Bear: Home again, home again, jiggity jig. Good evening J. F.

Kaiser: [ Bumps into wall ] Oooh!

[ Lots o' background noise from the toys... Deckard searches... He takes off Pris's veil. Pris attacks, does the ole "head squishem between the legs trick". Deckard blows some chunks into Pris... again... again. Roy arrives. Deckard fires, but misses. ]

Roy: Not very sporting to fire on an unarmed opponent. I thought you were supposed to be good. Aren't you the good man? Come on Deckard. Show me what you're made of.

[ Roy breaks through wall. ]

Roy: Proud of yourself, little man? This is for Zhora.

Deckard: Arrggh.

Roy: This is for Pris.

Deckard: Arrgghh.

Roy: Come on, Deckard, I'm right here, but you've got to shoot straight.

[ Deckard fires again. ]

Roy: Straight doesn't seem to be good enough. Now it's my turn. I'm gonna give you a few seconds before I come. One, Two. Three, Four. Pris...

Deckard: Arrghhh.

[ Chase starts... Roy begins howling. ]

Roy: [ singing ] I'm coming. [ pause ] Four, five. How to stay alive. [ pause ] I can see you! [ pause, grasping hand ] Not yet. Not...

[ Roy put stake through hand and screams. ]

Roy: Yes...

[ Roy puts head through wall. ]

Roy: You better get it up, or I'm gonna have to kill ya! Unless you're alive, you can't play, and if you don't play... Six, seven. Go to hell, go to heaven.

[ Fight ]

Roy: Yeah, that's the spirit.

[ Deckard hits Roy with pipe. ]

Roy: That hurt. That was irrational. Not to mention, unsportsman like. Ha ha ha. Where are you going?

[ Deckard does some amazing climbing, then jumps to next building. Roy follows, after tossing a bird. ]

Roy: Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave.

[ Deckard falls, Roy catches him. ]

Roy: I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time like tears in rain. Time to die.

Deckard (voice-over): I don't know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life, anybody's life, my life. All he'd wanted were the same answers the rest of us want. Where did I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got? All I could do was sit there and watch him die.

Gaff: You've done a man's job, sir. I guess you're through, huh?

Deckard: Finished.

Gaff: It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?

Deckard: Rachael? Rachael? Rachael?

[ Deckard uncovers Rachael. ]

Deckard: Do you love me?

Rachael: I love you.

Deckard: Then trust me.

Rachael: I trust you.

Deckard: Rachael?

[ Deckard picks up paper unicorn. ]

Gaff (memory): It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?

Deckard (voice-over): Gaff had been there, and let her live. Four years, he figured. He was wrong. Tyrell had told me Rachael was special: no termination date. I didn't know how long we had together, who does?