Rachael: "The egg hatched and hundreds
of baby spiders
came out and they ate her."
DECKARD is now nasty, downright
bitter.
Deckard: "You don't get it huh?
Implants. Those aren't your
memories.
They're implants. That's what
Tyrell's niece
remembers."
Rachael doesn't say anything, she
can't. Rachael just stares at
him,
stunned and barely holding on.
Deckard: "Okay, bad joke. I'm sorry.
You're not a replicant. I
mean it.
No, really I made a bad joke. Go home."
Rachael is biting her lip or
something, holding it back.
Deckard
sees he's gotten through..... maybe too far.
Deckard: "Wanna drink?"
She's completely destroyed, silent.
Deckard: "I'll getcha a drink.
I'll get a glass."