Ending
from draft 12/22/80
EXT. BEACH - DAY 137
WAVES CRASH on a shore strewn with automobile carcasses, massive
diesel engines, an infinity of serious junk and ridiculous garbage.
The ocean is vomiting up rubber tires, a truck cab is floating
in on the tide, huge billboards and plastic signs are bobbing
on the greasy waves. Snow is falling.
Deckard and Rachael are two tiny figures on the beach.
DECKARD (V.O.)
She made me stop. She had
seen snow, but never white
snow and she had never seen
an ocean at all.
The waves are struggling to cough up a rusty car as we...
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EXT. THE BEACH (A SERIES OF JUMP CUT MOMENTS) - DAY
138
Rachael is playfully clowning around in the dirty sand, making
drawings while Deckard sits uncomfortably on an inner tube.
DECKARD (V.O.)
I told her about Roy Batty holding
onto every second he had. She said
the great advantage to being alive
was having a choice.
Rachael is throwing sand balls at Deckard, who doesn't understand
this sort of playfulness. He keeps ducking, obviously uncomfortable,
secretly tickled. He doesn't know how to play, he doesn't even
know how to approve of playing...but he's happy in his awkward
way.
Then he's kissing her.
Then she's throwing sand at him again and he's pissed off because
it's getting down his neck and she's laughing.
DECKARD (V.O.)
(continuing)
She told me it was the
happiest day of her life.
Rachael is guffawing at Deckard, who is really pissed.
DECKARD (V.O.)
(continuing)
Then she asked me to kill her.
Rachael is laughing so hard there are tears in her eyes.
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EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY 139
The highway of ruins whizzes past. We HEAR the sound of the
SHOTS...THOK! THOK!
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INT. DECKARD'S CAR - MOVING - DAY 140
Deckard is driving grimly.
DECKARD (V.O.)
Part of me was glad. At least
they'd never touch her. But
there was nowhere I wanted to
go... nothing I wanted to do.
Yet I couldn't kill myself, it
wasn't my way.
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EXT. RUINS - EVENING 141
Deckard's car is stopped. He's sitting among the ruins staring
at the evening sky. The sky is blank, mysterious.
DECKARD (V.O.)
It was too late now. They wouldn't
give me papers for the Colonies
even if I wanted them. It made me
wonder more than ever what they
do up there...I wondered who designs
the ones like me...what choices we
have...and which ones we just think
we have.
Deckard glances down and to his right. The picture of his wife
and son is there on a chunk of cement by his wallet.
DECKARD (V.O.)
(continuing)
I wondered if I had really loved
her. I wondered which of my
memories were real and which
belonged to someone else.
We look at Deckard's somber face...CLOSER and CLOSER.
DECKARD (V.O.)
(continuing)
The great Tyrell hadn't designed
me, but whoever had, hadn't done
so much better. 'You're programmed
too,' she told me and she was right.
In my own modest way, I was a combat
model. Roy Batty was my late brother.
Deckard stares grimly at the sky and we...
FADE OUT.
THE END
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