* 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 *
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You're...
- me. - I'm not you.
I'm the superior model.
Superior model?
- Something wrong, Black Lotus? - You murdered him.
He was in the way.
Soon there'll be new, obedient replicants.
But before there can be new,
the previous generation must die.
Mr. Joseph told us he'd killed you.
Pathetic attempt to save your meaningless life.
Ah!
There!
Black Lotus, don't move!
I went to the desert. Saw the bodies.
They were replicants, weren't they?
You need to come with me.
- So you can retire me? - So I can protect you.
Testify to what you know about Wallace.
We can get the truth out.
I wish I could, Officer Davis.
But you have your path. I have mine.
Stop!
Damn it!
Connect me to the acting chief.
Davis, what the...
I know who's behind the Black Lotus case.
What? What did you find out?
It's Nian...
Something wrong, Davis?
Repeat. You're breaking up.
Davis, we lost you. Repeat.
_
The Black Lotus escaped.
Police interfered before I could finish her.
- But I'll... - That won't be necessary.
Withdraw. Meet me at the old building.
But I can find her.
All misbegotten children eventually find their way home.
She will return on her own.
We will deal with her then.
Memories are overrated.
If you've lost yours, quit while you're ahead.
Ugh!
Hey, what the hell?
Here. Drink this.
And you believe what that scum told you?
Hold still.
Cute and fluffy.
I'm sorry.
- I... - Shh.
- I... I can almost hear... - Huh?
I thought I could leave it behind.
I honestly did.
But no matter how hard I try, it comes back.
Thought you'd never call.
- You never did get it. - Oh, I get it.
You found a new one.
Ugh. You haven't changed a bit.
So... where's the new one?
Somewhere safe... from you.
I don't understand your type.
She's a goddamn skinjob!
Go get a real woman!
As if you could love anything, Marlowe.
Replicant or real.
You're more machine than they are.
Emotions make for a shitty Blade Runner.
You couldn't handle it then. You can't handle it now.
Ugh!
You should've ambushed me.
Instead, you wanted to see my face when you shot me.
Big mistake.
Figured you'd gotten soft after all these years.
But it looks like you still got some fight in you.
A little advice, old friend.
They have no life. No soul.
It's all artificial. But you never understood that.
Maybe we're no different.
But we just keep hoping.
Elle.
Damn it.
This is what happens when you let emotions run your life.
Screws up everything.
The chance to begin again in a golden land
of opportunity and adventure.
New climate, recreational facilities,
easy advancement, great pay,
plus a loyal, trouble-free companion
given to you upon arrival absolutely free.
Use your new friend as a personal body servant...
Mm.
Hm.
J! J! J!
J... J!
J!
J.
Don't move.
Elle. Why?
Why? Why were you trying to protect me?
You remember me? What happened...
with the memory wipe?
People face tragedy. And keep going.
I can do the same.
It's over, Elle.
He thinks you're dead.
You can leave the city.
You're safe.
No.
As long as Wallace is alive, we're not safe.
This won't end until I end it.
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