Total Recall Page #4

He presses the button again and the normal office returns. Quail looks

around, impressed.

QUAIL It's just - incredible.

McCLANE And look at our follow-up program!

He puts items on the desk as he talks.

McCLANE (continuing) Space-flight ticket stub... passport...

vaccination certificates... matchbooks from Martian Nouvelle Cuisine

Restaurants, souvenirs, post cards... even names of people you met -

now back there - who you can call and discuss your trip with... by the

way, we plant these things where you'll come across them at random in

the future.

QUAIL But... I'll know I hired you. That'll destroy the whole illusion.

McCLANE (smiling; self- satisfied) But you won't remember me, or having

been here.

QUAIL I won't?

McCLANE Your money back if you do! We've never paid out yet.

Quail slumps backs in his chair, overwhelmed.

McCLANE (continuing) And we have a special this month, for only two-

hundred thousand dollars more.

At the press of a button, a list appears on the wall...

A14 MILLIONAIRE PLAYBOY A15 SPORTS HERO A16 INDUSTRIAL TYCOON A17

INTELLIGENCE AGENT

McCLANE (continuing) You can have a new identity for the duration of

the trip. Pick one.

Quail's eyes linger on "Intelligence Agent."

QUAIL "Intelligence Agent"... wouldn'tthat be dangerous? I might

attack....

McCLANE (airily) No. No. You're a retired agent. Mars was your last

mission and you're never to break your cover. But you'll have got the

girl, killed the baddies, and saved the Universe. Not bad, eh?

QUAIL I don't know... about the whole thing... it's all such a fake. I

won't really have gone. I won't really....

McCLANE (kind but firm) Let's face it, Douglas, you, and millions of

people like you have no chance of ever getting to Mars and you'd never

qualify as a secret agent for EIO. This - REKALL - is the only way to

achieve your dream.

He gets up and walks around to Quail's chair.

McCLANE (continuing) Think about it, Douglas. Think, too, what a

terrible boor a real holiday is. Lost tickets, endless arguments,

lousy hotels, missed connections, rotten weather... Rekall will supply

you with perfect, happy

memories.

Quail is thoughtful, willing to be totally convinced.

9AINT. QUAIL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Quail is sitting, distracted, in an uncomfortable modern chair. Kirsten

is watching a near-pornographic film on TV. She casually lights a

cigarette.

QUAIL You know that's illegal.

KIRSTEN Yeah? Who's going to report me? You?... wimp....

She watches a torrid love scene on the video.

KIRSTEN (continuing) Screwing around's illegal, too. But just give me

half a chance...

Quail looks at her with distaste. His expression changes to one of

resolve.

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