blade runner

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.

LEON
Okay if I talk?

Holden doesn't answer. He's centering Leon's eye on
the machine.

LEON
I kinda get nervous when I
take tests.

HOLDEN
Don't move.

LEON
Sorry.


Vi este filme pela primeira vez quando tinha uns 12 anos. É daquelas coisas que nunca mais se esquece.
Aqui os mercados de Camden fazem lembrar a cena do Blade Runner em que chove, o dia está cinzento e o Harrison Ford vai comer a uma banca qq coisa pouco sofisticada.

O argumento completo do filme está aqui.