Ending from draft 2/23/81
CONTINUED: 135
RACHAEL
I love you.
Deckard holsters the
gun without turning and pulls open another drawer.
DECKARD
Do you trust me?
Deckard is pulling clothes
out of the drawer, stuffing them hastily into a parachute bag.
RACHAEL
I trust you.
Deckard turns and look at her, one hand full of clothes, the
other hand holding the parachute bag.
CUT TO:
INT. CORRIDOR - DAY 136
The door opens and Deckard and Rachael step out. They are carrying
a couple of overnight cases.
Rachael starts towards the elevator.
Deckard locks the door and turns to follow her.
He spots something on the floor, something small.
He reaches down and picks it up.
It's the tiny unicorn made of tinfoil... Gaff's gauntlet.
Deckard looks at it for a moment.
CUT TO:
EXT. MOVING TREES - DAY 137
Birch trees whip past at 160 miles per hour urged on by big,
nasty MUSIC.
We have the feeling we are going to see a unicorn.
Instead we see Deckard's car rocketing through the woods.
CUT TO:
INT. DECKARD'S CAR - DAY 138
Deckard is at the wheel, Rachael is beside him.
Deckard smiles at her.
Rachael smiles back tentatively.
Deckard glances back at the road, then at the vid screen.
A little blip flashes on the screen.
Deckard notices it, his eyes narrow just a little. He reaches
in his pocket, pulls out the unicorn.
Deckard puts the tinfoil unicorn on the dash.
A flicker of a smile crosses his face.
CUT TO:
EXT. WOODS - DAY 139
Deckard's car bullets through the woods in a fury of speed and
MUSIC.
We BACK OFF IT AND UP, PAST whizzing branches, OVER the treetops,
losing the car as we SOAR over what is suddenly a vast forest
spreading to infinity.
Enormous MUSIC!
Deckard's voice over
DECKARD (V.O.)
I knew it on the roof that night.
We were brothers, Roy Batty and I!
Combat models of the highest order.
We had fought in ways not yet
dreamed of... in vast nightmares
still unnamed. We were the new
people... Roy and ma and Rachael!
We vere made for this world. It
was ours!
Trees explode PAST US in a rage of branches as we DIP and SWERVE
and that's when the spinner looms INTO VIEW zooming RIGHT AT
US, then tilting and yawing off in hot pursuit with Gaff at
the controls.
CREDITS ARE ROLLING, God help us all!
FADE OUT.
THE END
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