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El inicio de Blade Runner (Ridley Scott, 1982) es uno de los mejores inicios de película que he visto; corriendo en escasos minutos, se presenta una pequeña conversación/interrogatorio cargado de tensión y nerviosismo entre un detective y un replicante (un androide, robot-humano, como quieran verlo, loco, psicópata, peligroso). Envueltos ambos personajes en ese ambiente de cine negro, oscuro, lleno de humo, miradas luminosas, misteriosas, mentirosas. Por ese encanto que tiene los primeros momentos de la película, tras la introducción sonora de la soberbia creación de Vangelis, tuve que transcribir la escena, play/pausa cada determinado número de palabras. So... aquí va:

(Knock, knock)

Mr. Holden: Come In. Sit down.

Leon: Care if I talk? I kinda get nervous when I take tests.

Mr. Holden: Just please don’t move.

Leon: Oh, sorry. I already had an IQ test. I don’t think I’ve ever had one of these.

Mr. Holden: Reaction time is a factor, so pay attention. Now answer as quickly as you can.

Leon: Sure.

Mr. Holden: 1187 at Hunterwasser.

Leon: That’s the hotel.

Mr. Holden: What?

Leon: Where I live.

Mr. Holden: Nice place?

Leon: Yeah, sure, I guess. Is that part of the test?

Mr. Holden: No, just warming up, that’s all.

Leon: Huh, It’s not fancy or anything…

Mr. Holden: You’re in a dessert, walking along in the sand, when all of the sudden…

Leon: Is this the test now?

Mr. Holden: Yes. You’re in a desert, walking along in the sand, when all of the sudden you look down…

Leon: What one?

Mr. Holden: What?

Leon: What desert?

Mr. Holden: Doesn’t make any difference. It’s completely hypothetical.

Leon: But how come I’d be there?

Mr. Holden: Maybe you’re fed up. Maybe you wanna be by yourself. Who knows? You look down you see a tortoise; it’s crawling towards you…

Leon: Tortoise? What’s that?

Mr. Holden: You know what a turtle is?

Leon: Of course.

Mr. Holden: Same thing.

Leon: I’ve never seen a turtle. But I understand what you mean.

Mr. Holden: You reach down, you flip the tortoise over its back…

Leon: Do you make up these questions Mr. Holden? Or do they write them down for you?

Mr. 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: What do you mean I’m not helping?

Mr. Holden: I mean you’re not helping. Why is that, Leon? They’re just questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they’re written down for me. It’s a test designed to provoke an emotional response. Shall we continue?

Leon: (nods affirming).

Mr. Holden: Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind about your mother.

Leon: My mother?

Mr. Holden: Yeah.

Leon: Let me tell you about my mother…