・サバゲー板 ・模型・プラモ板 ・サイバーパンク板 0010無名画座@リバイバル上映中2017/11/17(金) 22:03:43.10ID:4BTG9vn7 THE EYE
It's magnified and deeply revealed. Flecks of green and yellow in a field of milky blue. Icy filaments surround the undulating center.
The eye is brown in a tiny screen. On the metallic surface below, the words VOIGHT-KAMPFF are finely etched. There's a touch-light panel across the top and on the side of the screen, a dial that registers fluctuations of the iris.
The instrument is no bigger than a music box and sits on a table between two men. The man talking is big, looks like an over-stuffed kid. "LEON" it says on his breast pocket. He's dressed in a warehouseman's uniform and his pudgy hands are folded expectantly in his lap. Despite the obvious heat, he looks very cool.
The man facing him is lean, hollow cheeked and dressed in gray. Detached and efficient, he looks like a cop or an accountant. His name is HOLDEN and he's all business, except for the sweat on his face.
The room is large and humid. Rows of salvaged junk are stacked neatly against the walls. Two large fans whir above their heads. 0011無名画座@リバイバル上映中2017/11/17(金) 22:04:08.11ID:4BTG9vn7 LEON Okay if I talk?
Holden doesn't answer. He's centering Leon's eye on the machine. 0012無名画座@リバイバル上映中2017/11/17(金) 22:04:23.97ID:4BTG9vn7 LEON I kinda get nervous when I take tests.
HOLDEN Don't move.
LEON Sorry.
He tries not to move but finally his lips can't help a sheepish smile. 0013無名画座@リバイバル上映中2017/11/17(金) 22:04:42.42ID:4BTG9vn7 LEON Already had I.Q. test this year -- but I don't think I never had a...
HOLDEN (cutting in) Reaction time is a factor in this, so please pay attention. Answer quickly as you can.
Leon compresses his lips and nods his big head eagerly. Holden's voice is cold, geared to intimidate and evoke response. 0014無名画座@リバイバル上映中2017/11/17(金) 22:04:58.99ID:4BTG9vn7 HOLDEN You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look down and see a...
LEON What one?
It was a timid interruption, hardly audible. 0015無名画座@リバイバル上映中2017/11/17(金) 22:05:23.89ID:4BTG9vn7 HOLDEN What?
LEON What desert?
HOLDEN 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. So you look down and see a tortoise. It's crawling towards you...
LEON A tortoise. What's that?
HOLDEN Know what a turtle is?
LEON Of course.
HOLDEN Same thing.
LEON I never seen a turtle.
He sees Holden's patience is wearing thin. 0016無名画座@リバイバル上映中2017/11/17(金) 22:05:41.18ID:4BTG9vn7 LEON But I understand what you mean.
HOLDEN You reach down and flip the tortoise over on its back, Leon.
Keeping an eye on his subject, Holden notes the dials in the Voight-Kampff. One of the needles quivers slightly. 0017無名画座@リバイバル上映中2017/11/17(金) 22:05:57.65ID:4BTG9vn7 LEON You make these questions, Mr. Holden, or they write 'em down for you?
Disregarding the question, Holden continues, picking up the pace. 0018無名画座@リバイバル上映中2017/11/17(金) 22:06:13.75ID:4BTG9vn7 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's upper lip is quivering. 0019無名画座@リバイバル上映中2017/11/17(金) 22:06:34.95ID:4BTG9vn7 LEON Whatcha mean, I'm not helping?
HOLDEN I mean you're not helping! Why is that, Leon?
Leon looks shocked, surprised. But the needles in the computer barely move. Holden goes for the inside of his coat. But big Leon is faster. His LASER BURNS a hole the size of a nickel through Holden's stomach. Unlike a bullet, a laser causes no impact. It goes through Holden's spine and comes out his back, clean as a whistle. Like a rag doll he falls back off the bench from the waist up. By the time he hits the floor, big slow Leon is already walking away. But he stops, turns and with a little smile of satisfaction, FIRES at the machine on the table.
There's a flash and a puff of smoke. The Voight-Kampff is hit dead center, crippled but not destroyed; as Leon walks out of the room, one of its lights begins to blink, faint but steady. 0020無名画座@リバイバル上映中2017/11/17(金) 22:07:02.38ID:4BTG9vn7 EXT. DESERT - NIGHT
The horizon marked by a thin copper line that maybe the end, of the beginning of a day.
The train that follows, cuts through the night at 400 miles an hour. 0021無名画座@リバイバル上映中2017/11/17(金) 22:15:59.16ID:4BTG9vn7 INT. TRAIN - NIGHT
No clickitty-clack of track-bound noise, it's a long, insulated Pullman of contoured seats and low-keyed lighting, coloured to soothe,and empty, except for the passenger half way down.
His eyes closed, head rested against the glass. Ten years ago, DECKARD might have been an athlete, a track man or a welter-weight. The body looks it, but the face has seen some time -- not all of it good.
INT. TRAIN - REFRESHMENT DISPENSER - NIGHT
Deckard comes down the aisle, slips a coin into the mechanism, receives a beer and returns to his seat.
INT. TRAIN - NIGHT
Tired of the program, he takes off the headset and drops it next to three empty beer bottles and a sandwich wrapper, adjusts his position and winds up staring at his reflection in the window. Runs a hand over his face, it could use a shave. He leans closer and peers through the glass.
Out there in the black a sign flashes past: SAN ANGELES, THREE MINUTES. 0022無名画座@リバイバル上映中2017/11/17(金) 22:18:51.87ID:EYIy+5vn>>1 雨の中の乙のように 0023無名画座@リバイバル上映中2017/11/18(土) 00:18:02.28ID:CVrRJp24>>1 起きろ!乙の時だ! 0024無名画座@リバイバル上映中2017/11/18(土) 01:52:25.68ID:9tBS+yiX ブレラン49、二回目今日観た。 前回は長いな 今回は意外にも短かく感じたよ。