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Honey, are you all right?
Was it about Mars?
Is that better?
My poor baby.
This is getting to be|an obsession.
Was she there?
The one you told me about.|The brunette.
I can't believe|you're jealous of a dream.
- Who is she?|- Nobody.
"Nobody"? What's her name?
I don't know.
- Tell me!|- I don't know!
You better tell me!
And I'm always back|in the morning.
Let me go!
Come on, baby.
You know you're the girl|of my dreams.
You mean it?
You know I do.
I'll give you|something to dream about.
And more violence|last night on Mars...
where terrorists|demanding independence...
Kuato and his so-called|freedom brigade...
claimed credit|for this latest bombing,
vowed that troops|would be used if necessary...
to keep production|at full capacity.
- Lori.|- Doug?
- Let's do it.|- Do what?
Move to Mars.
We've been through this before.|You'd hate it on Mars.
It's dry, it's ugly, it's boring.
Cohaagen says|it's just a few extremists.
You believe him?
It's absurd to think|we'd give it away...
just because some lazy mutants|think they own the planet.
because you found|alien artifacts inside?
There's a lot better places|than Mars.
Everybody says that its gorgeous.
to undermine trust|in the government.
- What do you say?|- That's the news.
- Stay tuned for weather.|- I'm late.
But first, this.
Iive from Tokyo.
I know it's hard being in a new town,|but let's give it a chance, okay?
Don't you understand? I feel like|I was made for something more than this.
I want to do something with my life,|to be somebody.
You are somebody.
You're the man I love.
Have a nice day.
You are now entering|a safety zone.
Would you like to ski...
but you're snowed under|with work?
but you can't float the bill?
but now you're over the hill?
Then come to Rekall lncorporated...
where you can buy the memory|of your ideal vacation...
cheaper, safer and better|than the real thing.
So don't let life pass you by.
Call Rekall|for the memory of a lifetime.
For the memory of a lifetime
Rekall, Rekall, Rekall
- You ever hear of Rekall?|- Rekall?
Where they sell|those fake memories.
- Well, don't.|- Why not?
Don't f*ck with your brain.|It ain't worth it.
I guess not.
Good afternoon.|Welcome to Rekall.
Douglas Quaid.|I have an appointment.
- Bob?|- Yeah?
Just one minute, Mr. Quaid.
- Paul McClane. Good to see you.|- Nice to meet you.
Come on in.
Help me out here, Doug.
Is there a problem?
To be perfectly honest...
if you like outer space...
I'm not interested in Saturn.|I said Mars.
Okay. You're the boss.
Mars it is.
Now, let me see.
The basic Mars package...
will run you 899 credits.
What's in the two-week package?
When you go Rekall, you get nothing|but first-class memories.
Mount Pyramid,|the Grand Canals...
and, of course, Venusville.
But how real does it seem?
I'm telling you, your brain|will not know the difference.
That's guaranteed|or your money back.
What about the guy you lobotomized?|Did he get a refund?
Check out those statistics.
Besides, a real holiday|is a pain in the butt.
You got lost luggage,|lousy weather...
crooked taxi drivers.
When you travel with Rekall...
everything is perfect.
What do you say?
- All right.|- Smart move.
While you fill out|this questionnaire,
I'll familiarize you|with some of our options.
Whatever you say.|Let me ask you one question.
What is exactly the same...
I give up.
You. You're the same.
Let me suggest|that you take a vacation...
I know, it sounds wild.
I'm not interested.
You're gonna love this, Doug.
Why go to Mars as a tourist|when you can go as a playboy...
or a famous jock or--
How much is that?
Let me tantalize you.
People are trying to kill you.
You meet this beautiful,|exotic woman.
but by the time|the trip is over...
you get the girl, kill the bad guys|and save the entire planet.
Now, you tell me.
Isn't that worth|a measly 300 credits?
Your first trip?
Good evening... Doug.
- I'm Dr. Lull.|- Nice to meet you.
Would you like us to integrate|some alien stuff?
Sure. Why not?
Don't you watch the news?
Yeah, they date back|a million years.
- Ernie?|- That's a new one.
- Blue sky on Mars.|- Been married long?
- Eight years.|- Oh, I see.
Slipping away for|a little hanky-panky.
Ready for dreamland?
I'll be asking you some questions|so we can fine-tune the Ego program.
- Your sexual orientation.|- Hetero.
How do you like your women?
Blonde? Brunette? Redhead?
Slim. Athletic. Voluptuous.
Demure. Aggressive. Sleazy.
Boy, is he gonna have|a wild time.
- He's not gonna want to come back.|- That's for sure.
what do you say?
I'm not so sure,|and I don't get a souvenir.
Not true. We supply T-shirts,|snapshots of you at the site...
and even letters from--
- What is it?|- Get down here.
I am with|a very important client.
Looks like we got|another schizoid embolism.
I'll be right back.
Bob! What's wrong?
Don't let her leave!
You blew my cover!
You can't do a simple|goddamn double implant?
We hit a memory cap.
They're coming!|They'll kill you all!
- What is he talking about?|- Let me go!
Mr. Quaid, try to calm down!
My name is not Quaid.
- Let me go! Untie me now!|- Ernie, grab his leg!
- Hold him down!|- Let me go!
Are you all right?
- He has really been there.|- Use your head.
He's just acting out the "secret agent"|portion of his ego trip.
- That's not possible.|- Why not?
We haven't implanted it yet.
- Shut up!|- Bob, the client's gone.
Ernie, dump him in a cab.|Tiffany, you help him.
Where am l?
You're in a Johnnycab.
What am I doing here?
I'm sorry. Would you please|rephrase the question?
How did I get in this taxi?
The door opened, you got in.
Hell of a day, isn't it?
- This okay?|- Right here.
Hope you enjoyed the ride.
- Harry.|- How was your trip to Mars?
- What trip?|- You went to Rekall. Remember?
- I did?|- Yeah, you did.
- I told you not to, but you went.|- What are you, my father?
Okay, bring him--|Come on, move it!
Let's go get that drink.|Move it!
What is going on?|What the f*ck did I do wrong?
Are you crazy? I don't even know|anything about Mars!
And pivot... and serve...
and shift... and stroke...
Very good.|Perfect form.
- What are you doing?|- Some men just tried to kill me.
Muggers?|Are you all right?
No, they were spies or something.
Harry, from work, he was the--|Get down!
- Harry was the boss.|- Take it easy, Doug, okay?
- What did they do to you?|- I got a trip to Mars.
But I killed them.
You call this a delusion?
- Doug, I'm gonna call a doctor.|- Don't. Don't call anybody.
Lori, go! Get out!
Why are you doing this?
- I'm not your wife.|- The hell you're not.
Our marriage|is just a memory implant.
It was an Agency implant.
- Falling in love.|- Implanted.
Our friends, my job, 8 years together.|All of this was implanted?
The job's real.|The Agency set it up.
Your whole life|is just a dream.
Okay, then if I'm not me,|who the hell am l?
I just work here.
There's something|I want you to know.
You were the best assignment|I ever had. Really.
You sure you don't want to,|just for old times' sake?
If you don't trust me,|you can tie me up.
You wouldn't shoot me, Doug,|after all we've been through.
Some of it was fun.
Nice knowing you.
Don't touch her.
- Are you okay?|- I guess I blew it.
- What does he remember?|- Nothing, so far.
I've got him.
He's going for the subway.|Let's go.
Let's go. Move it.
Pack your stuff|and get outta here.
What if they bring him back?
Not a chance.
Get him!|He's got a gun!
- Cut him off! That way!|- Over there!
You four go up.|You come with me.
Get out of the way!
- Which way?|- To the right.
Botco.|Tomorrow's fuels, tomorrow's prices.
Don't settle for pale memories|or fake implants.
Experience space travel|the old-fashioned way...
on a real, live holiday|you can afford.
I want that f*cker dead.
Six-beta-nine, we have a live|transmission from Mr. Cohaagen.
I want him alive, you moron.
No. He knows too much.
Lori says|he can't remember anything.
Listen to me, Richter. I want Quaid|delivered alive for reimplantation.
Have you got that?
I want him back in place|with Lori.
Did you hear me?
What was that, sir?|I couldn't hear you.
I got Quaid again.
Switching to another channel.|I've got sunspots.
- Call him back!|- I'm losing you.
We should've killed Quaid|on Mars.
- How we doing?|- Fine.
We got him!
If you want to live,|don't hang up.
- What do you want?|- You've been bugged.
Don't bother searching.|The bug's in your skull.
- Who are you?|- Never mind.
- How'd you find me?|- I'd advise you to hurry.
This'll buy you some time.|They won't be able to pinpoint you.
- Shit!|- What?
- I lost him.|- Well, find him!
Hurry up.|You look beautiful.
Now go to the window.|Go.
Can you see me down here?
- This is the suitcase you gave me.|- I gave you?
I'm gonna set it here.|Come and get it, keep moving.
- Wait. Wait.|- What?
You asked me, if you disappeared,|to find you, so here I am.
What was I doing on Mars?
Excuse me, but this is mine.
- I don't see your name on it.|- Someone left it for me.
- Find your own bag.|- I need it!
F*ck you, you asshole!
That guy there.
Hello, I'm Johnnycab.|Where can I take you tonight?
Please state the street|and number.
Fasten your seat belt!
The fare is 18 credits, please.
Sue me, dickhead.
We hope you enjoyed the ride.
Howdy, stranger.|This is Hauser.
and you've got a wet towel|wrapped around your head.
Whatever your name is,|get ready for the big surprise.
You are not you.|You are me.
Six-beta-nine,|six-beta-nine, come in.
Did you find him?
Send two units.|We'll meet you there.
All my life I've worked|for Mars intelligence.
I did Cohaagen's dirty work.
But recently I met somebody--|a woman--
and I learned a few things.
I've been playing|for the wrong team.
All I can do now is try|to make up for it.
Here comes the hard part.
Now it is all up to you.
- What have we got?|- Nothing here.
- He's gone.|- I got a weak signal over there.
First let's get rid|of that bug in your head.
Don't worry.|It's self-guiding.
Just shove real hard.
When it crunches, you're there.
Just pull it out.
Be careful.|It's my head too.
I've got a lock.
Up. Let's go.
This is the plan.
Get your ass to Mars...
Just do what I say and we can nail|that bastard who f*cked you and me.
I'm counting on you, Buddy.
Don't let me down.
Give me that.
Get your ass to Mars--|Get your ass to Mars--
Welcome to the Mars|Federal Colony.
For your safety and comfort,|domes have been installed...
Please do not touch|exterior windows or air locks.
Thank you,|and enjoy your stay on Mars.
- Get out of the way.|- Make way!
Any news of Quaid?
- How long do you plan to stay?|- Two weeks.
Look at that shit.
- What the hell's this?|- The Martians love Kuato.
They think|he's f*ckin' George Washington.
Kill the bastard.
Nobody knows who he is.
Have you brought|any fruits or vegetables?
It's not just graffiti. The rebels|took over the refinery last night.
And it gets worse.
- That's Quaid!|- Where?
The woman!|Get him-- her!
Arrest that woman!
Get ready for a surprise!
- Open the goddamn door!|- I can't!
They're all connected!
Excuse me. What's that?
You mean the Pyramid Mine?
Well, that's a rumor,|isn't it?
You wanted to see me, sir?
do you know why I'm so happy?
my only worry|is that one day...
if the rebels win...
it all might end...
and you're making it happen!
First you try to kill Quaid,|then he escapes.
He had help from our side, sir.
I know that.
- But I thought--|- Who told you to think?
I don't give you enough information|to think.
You do what you're told.|That's what you do.
Let's get to business.
Kuato wants|what's in Quaid's head.
He might be able to get it.|They say he's psychic.
I have a plan|to keep this from happening.
Suppose you could play along?
- Yes, sir.|- Great.
Otherwise, I'll erase your ass.
You need a taxi?|I got magazines, music, whisky.
You need a cab?|Come on!
Can I help you?
I would like a room, please.
Nice to have you back, Mr. Brubaker.|Would you like the same suite?
You've left something in our safe.
Could you get it?
Hey, man, you need a cab?
- What's wrong with this one?|- He ain't got five kids to feed.
- Where's yours?|- Right over there.
Hey, asshole!|That's my fare!
Damn you, Benny!
Welcome to Mars, man!
- What was that, an accident?|- That's the rebels.
Let's get outta here...
before they arrest us!
What do the rebels want?
The usual.|More money, more freedom, more air.
So, where to?
- First time on Mars?|- Yes.
Well, actually, no.
Well, sort of.
The man don't even know|whether he's been to Mars or not.
Hey, you see anything you like?
End of the line.|We'd better walk from here.
I'll show you where.
- Do you want to know the future?|- What about the past?
It's around the corner,|right down this alley.
They got everything.
Not bad, huh?
Read your palm? Your mind? Your aura?|Probe the secrets of your heart?
I bet I can guess|your birthday.
- You're a Taurus, right?|- How did you guess?
- Tell me, are all psychics--|- Freaks?
Afraid so.|It goes with the territory.
This is it. The Last Resort.|You sure you want to go in here?
Sure, and you get kickbacks.
Hey, man,|I got five kids to feed.
Take them to the dentist.
Thanks, mister!|I'll be waiting for you.
Take your time.|Benny's the name.
- What do you want?|- Melina.
But Mary here, she's free.
Well, not free, honey, but...
Thanks.|I'll wait for Melina.
Thing is, friend,|Mel's real picky.
She sticks to her regulars.
She'll like me.
Still bulging, I see.
- What you been feeding this thing?|- Blondes.
You got a lot of nerve|showing your face around here, Hauser.
Look who's talking.
Hey, Tony,|give the big guy a break.
Relax. You'll live longer.
- Honey, take care of Tony, will you?|- No problem.
If you need any help with this one,|give me a holler.
You son of a bitch.
Well, I guess he didn't.
Hauser, thank God you're alive.
- I have to tell you something.|- What?
I don't remember you.
Did you get amnesia?|How did you get here?
- Hauser left me a note.|- You're Hauser.
Now I'm Quaid.|Douglas Quaid.
This is too weird.
Did you say wife?|Are you f*cking married?
- She wasn't really my wife.|- Oh, she isn't?
How stupid of me.|She was Hauser's wife?
Because you're still|working for Cohaagen.
Don't be ridiculous.
You just used me to get inside.
- Get out!|- You've got to help me remember!
- I said, get out!|- Melina, please!
People are trying to kill me.
All right, I'm leaving.
Baby, you make me wish|I had three hands.
I think you're doing|just fine with two.
Excuse me, baby.|We'll pick this up later.
Hey, that didn't take long.
Let me ask you a question.|Did you ever f*ck a mutant?
Man, you won't know|if you're coming or going.
throughout the Mars federal colony.
Mr. Kuato and his terrorists|must understand...
I need to talk to you|about Mr. Hauser.
- Who are you?|- Dr. Edgemar from Rekall.
- How did you find me?|- It's difficult to explain.
Could you open the door?|I'm unarmed.
Don't worry. I'm alone.|May I come in?
- What do you want?|- This will be hard for you to accept.
You're not here|and neither am l.
- Where are we?|- At Rekall.
Ah, I get it.|I'm dreaming.
And all this is part of the delightful|vacation your company has sold me.
but you're inventing it|yourself as you go along.
If it is my delusion,|who the hell invited you?
We can't snap you|out of your fantasy...
and I've been sent in|to try to talk you down.
How much is Cohaagen|paying you for this?
Everything after that--|the chases, the trip to Mars...
You paid to be a secret agent.
Bullshit. It's coincidence.
And what about the girl?
Brunette, athletic,|sleazy and demure?
Just as you specified.|Is that coincidence?
Would you mind opening the door?
- You open it.|- No need to be rude.
I'll do it.
Come in, Mrs. Quaid.
- I suppose you're not here either.|- I'm here...
I love you.
Right. That's why|you tried to kill me.
No. I'd never do|anything to hurt you.
I want you to come back to me.
- Bullshit.|- What's bullshit, Mr. Quaid?
who's the victim of an interplanetary|conspiracy to make him think...
Stop punishing yourself, Doug.
But you've got to want|to return to reality.
Let's assume I do.|Then what?
- Swallow this.|- What is it?
Inside your dream,|you'll fall asleep.
All right, let's say you're telling|the truth and this is all a dream.
Then I could pull this trigger|and it won't matter.
- Doug, don't.|- It won't make a difference to me.
Doug, let Dr. Edgemar help you.
you'll be Cohaagen's bosom buddy.
You'll even have fantasies about|alien civilizations, as you requested...
but in the end,|back on earth you'll be lobotomized!
So get a grip on yourself, Doug,|and put down that gun!
Good. Now take the pill|and put it in your mouth.
Go ahead, sweetheart.
Now you've done it.|Now you've done it!
That's for making me come to Mars.
You know how much I hate|this f*cking planet!
-I got him.|-Bring him down in the service elevator.
you wouldn't hurt me,|would you, sweetheart?
Sweetheart, be reasonable.
After all, we're married.
Consider that a divorce.
That was your wife?
What a bitch.
Hey, get out of the way!
I thought you didn't like me.
- Got it.|- So you've come back to apologize.
Kuato wants to see you.
- Now what?|- Jump!
No! Don't do it!|You'll crack the f*cking dome!
What are you trying to do, kill us?|The dome will crack!
- Need a ride?|- Last Resort.
You guys are going in circles.
Come on! You drive!
You guys are in trouble?
- What are you trying to do to me?|- Shut up and drive!
Hey, I got five kids to feed!
What are you doing?
Christ! Now they're after me!
Give me that!
Get out of the way!
Get out of the way!|Come on!
Come on! Come on!
Thank you, Tony.
You wanna have some fun?
Where are they?
What are you talking about?|I don't know.
Maybe you know.
Kill them all!
- A call from Cohaagen!|- Richter here.
But they've got Quaid.|They're protecting him.
Perfect.|Get out of Sector G now.
- Do it!|- Yes, sir.
Pull 'em out.
Everybody, pull out!
- Cohaagen's sealing off the area!|- Come on, Benny!
I saw them.
And if you want to breathe,|you have to buy his air.
Maybe you can change all that.
Hey, I think my grandpa|might be here.
So what can I do?
- Like what?|- All sorts of things.
Come on, Melina.
I didn't find Grandpa, but--
- Who's this?|- He helped us get away.
You're a mutant, huh?
All right, let's go.
It won't do any good.
We can't.|We're running out of air.
We need help.
Sit tight.|Melina just got here with Quaid.
I hope he was worth it.
So do l.
- I'm glad you made it.|- You don't look glad.
Cohaagen sealed up Venusville.|He shut off the air.
You must know something|pretty important, Quaid.
He wants you.
If we don't hand you over, everybody|in this sector will be dead by morning.
Then we don't have much choice.
We can't turn him in.
That's up to Kuato.|Come with me, Quaid.
- Where's Kuato?|- On his way.
- You tell me.|- I don't know.
Yes, you do.|That's why we brought you here.
you call a brain.
And Kuato's gonna dig it out.
- You're Kuato, right?|- Wrong.
Kuato's a mutant,|so don't get upset when you see him.
What do you want, Mr. Quaid?
Same as you:
- To be myself again.|- You are what you do.
A man is defined by his actions...
not his memory.
take my hands.
Now open your mind to me.
Open your mind.
Open your mind.
Open your mind.
Open your mind.
Open your mind.
I say we throw the switch|and see what happens.
- Don't be an idiot.|- We can't risk it.
Who knows what the hell they thought?|They weren't human.
Maybe it's a trap.|Maybe they want a meltdown.
We don't even know|if this piece of junk will work.
What is it?|A million? Half a million?
Let's make sure Kuato--
Wake up! Wake up!|Come on, wake up!
They found us! Shit!|Let's go!
Wake up! Snap out of it!|Come on!
They found us!
- Everybody out!|- Melina!
Get moving! Get out!
Everybody out! Get out!
Get to the air lock! Follow me!
Benny, come on!
- Benny!|- I'm coming!
You led us right to him.
How can you do this?|You're a mutant.
I got four kids to feed.
Shit, man. You got me.
I ain't even married.
Now put your f*cking hands|in the air!
Forget it, man.|His fortunetelling days are over.
Start the reactor.
Mr. Cohaagen|would like to talk to you.
So this is the great man.
No wonder he kept out of sight.
Well, my boy...
you're a hero.
Don't be modest.|Kuato is dead.
You two-faced bastard.
You can't blame him, angel.|He's innocent.
You see, Quaid, none of my people|could get close to Kuato.
That's what we wanted|you to think.
It was the only way|to fool the psychics.
Get your story straight.
You don't kill somebody|you're trying to plant.
He wasn't in on it.|You set him off by going to Rekall.
- So why am I still alive?|- We gave you lots of help.
- Benny here.|- My pleasure, man.
The guy with the suitcase,|the mask, the money...
the message from Hauser,|all of that was set up by us.
Sorry. Too perfect.
Perfect, my ass!
Frankly, I'm amazed it worked.
I have to hand it to you.|It's the best mind-f*ck yet.
Well, don't take my word for it.
and you have led us to him.
I knew you wouldn't let me down.
Sorry for the shit|I've put you through, but hey...
what are friends for?
I would like to wish you happiness|and long life, old buddy...
but unfortunately,|this is not gonna happen.
You see, it's my body you've got there|and I want it back.
Sorry to be an lndian giver,|but I was here first.
So adios, amigo.
Hey, maybe we'll meet|in our dreams.
You never know.
Let go of me!
- Ready?|- Auto.
- Check.|- Ready to go, sir.
- You'll like being Hauser.|- The guy's a f*cking asshole.
That's not true.|He's one of my best friends.
Besides, he's got|a big house and a Mercedes.
And you like Melina, right?|You'll get to f*ck her every night.
That's right.|She's going to be Hauser's babe.
I'll bust his balls.
We're having you fixed.
You're going to be respectful,|compliant...
Mr. Cohaagen, telephone.
Yes? What is it?
What do you want me|to do about it?
- Don't do anything.|- But they won't last an hour, sir.
It'll be a good lesson|to the others.
My friend, in five minutes|you won't give a shit about the people.
Fire it up, Doc.
Excuse me, Doctor.
Why don't you and Melina drop by.|Remind him, Doc.
- Sure.|- See you at the party.
Keep still.|Fighting just makes it hurt.
If you don't keep still,|you'll end up psychotic.
Melina, hold on!
Are you all right?|Are you still you?
I'm not sure, dear.|What do you think?
Let's get the hell out of here.
You have to make a decision, sir.
- Where are you going?|- To the reactor.
- What reactor?|- The one in the mines. Come on!
People are dying, Quaid!|Stop! We've got to get air!
Where's this reactor come from?
- Are you sure about this?|- It's just up ahead.
What the hell--
Hey, Quaid, you remember me?
Benny! Benny's the name!
Oh, that's good!
I'm coming for you, baby!
What the f*ck is this?
Where the f*ck are you?
Quaid, get over here!
What is it?
There's an opening.
I knew it.
Of course not.
If Mars had an atmosphere,|he'd lose control.
See down there?
It's a glacier.
The whole core of Mars is ice.
and it releases the oxygen.
Enough for the whole planet.
If we turn it on in time.
Come on. Come on!
Son of a bitch.
He's got a hologram!
You think this is|the real Quaid? It is.
You're coming with me!
See you at the party, Richter.
Don't touch that!
Get away! Get back!
What are you afraid of?
- Turn it on.|- Impossible!
Mars will go into|global meltdown.
That's why the aliens|never turned it on.
Then I'll blow this place up|and be home in time for corn flakes.
I didn't want it to end this way.
You had to be Quaid!
- I am Quaid.|- You're nothing!
You're nobody!|You're a stupid dream.
Well, all dreams come to an end.
Melina, hold on!
Don't do it!
We'll all die!
Everybody will die!
I can't believe it.|It's like a dream.
I just had a terrible thought.|What if this is a dream?
Well, then kiss me quick|before you wake up.
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