M. Emmet Walsh: Bryant

Blade Runner

Bryant

Bryant: I need ya, Deck. This is a bad one, the worst yet. I need the old blade runner, I need your magic.

Bryant: You could learn from this guy, Gaff. He's a goddamned one-man slaughterhouse, that's what he is. Four more to go! Come on, Gaff, let's go.
Deckard: Three. There's three to go.
Bryant: There's four. That - that skin job that you V-K'ed at the Tyrell Corporation, Rachael. Disappeared. Vanished. Didn't even know she was a replicant. Something to do with a brain implant says Tyrell.

Bryant: They jumped a shuttle off-world, killed the crew and passengers. We found the shuttle drifting off the coast two weeks ago, so we know they're around.
Deckard: Embarrassing.
Bryant: No sir. Not embarrassing, because no one's ever going to find out they're down here. 'Cause you're gonna spot 'em and you're gonna air 'em out!
Deckard: I don't work here anymore. Give it to Holden. He's good.
Bryant: I did. He can breathe okay, as long as nobody unplugs him.

Deckard: [getting up to leave] I was quit when I come in here, Bryant, I'm twice as quit now.
Bryant: Stop right where you are! You know the score, pal. You're not cop, you're little people!
[Deckard stops at the door]
Deckard: No choice, huh?
Bryant: [smiles] No choice, pal.

Bryant: There was an escape from the off-world colonies two weeks ago. Six replicants: three male, three female. They slaughtered 23 people and jumped a shuttle. An aerial patrol spotted the ship off the coast. No crew, no sight of them. Three nights ago, they tried to break into Tyrell Corporation. Two of them got fried running through an electrical field. We lost the others. On the possibility they might try to infiltrate as employees, I had Holden go over and run Voight-Kampff tests on the new workers. Looks like he got himself one. That's Leon. Ammunitions loader on intergalactic runs. He can lift 400-pound atomic loads all day and night. The only way you can hurt him is to kill him.
Deckard: I don't get it. What do they risk coming back to Earth for? That's unusual. Why...? What do they want out of the Tyrell Corporation?
Bryant: Well, you tell me, pal. That's what you're here for.

Bryant: Christ, Deckard. You look almost as bad as that skin-job you left on the sidewalk.

[showing Deckard photos of the Replicants]
Bryant: This is Zhora. She's trained for an Off-World kick murder squad. Talk about Beauty and the Beast - she's both.

Bryant: Stop right where you are! You know the score, pal. If you're not cop, you're little people.