Total Recall

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1990
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"Total Recall"

Doug?

Honey, are you all right?

You're dreaming.

Was it about Mars?

Is that better?

My poor baby.

This is getting to be|an obsession.

Was she there?

Who?

The one you told me about.|The brunette.

Lori.

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!

It's not funny, Doug.|You dream about her every night.

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.

The chairman defended the attack,|saying that space-based weapons...

The chairman defended the attack,|saying that space-based weapons...

are our only defense against the|southern block's numerical superiority.

And more violence|last night on Mars...

where terrorists|demanding independence...

once again halted the extraction|of terbinium ore.

Kuato and his so-called|freedom brigade...

claimed credit|for this latest bombing,

which attempted to reopen|the sealed-off Pyramid Mines.

Mars military restored order|with minimal use of force...

and all damage to the strategic facility|was repaired within hours.

No cameras!

With one mine already closed,|Mars administrator Vilos Cohaagen...

vowed that troops|would be used if necessary...

to keep production|at full capacity.

No wonder you're having nightmares.|You're always watching the news.

- Lori.|- Doug?

- Let's do it.|- Do what?

Move to Mars.

Why do you have to spoil|a perfectly wonderful morning?

Just think about it.

We've been through this before.|You'd hate it on Mars.

It's dry, it's ugly, it's boring.

I mean, really, a revolution|could break out there any second.

Cohaagen says|it's just a few extremists.

You believe him?

Okay. Forget about it.

Absolutely not. Mars was colonized by|the northern block at enormous expense.

Our entire war effort|depends on their terbinium.

It's absurd to think|we'd give it away...

just because some lazy mutants|think they own the planet.

- Maybe we should take a trip.|- Any comment on the rumor...

- Lori, move.|- that you've closed the Pyramid Mine...

because you found|alien artifacts inside?

There's a lot better places|than Mars.

What about Saturn?|Don't you wanna see Saturn?

I wish we could find some artifacts.|Our tourist industry could use a boost.

Everybody says that its gorgeous.

The fact is, it's Mr. Kuato and his|terrorists who spread these rumors...

to undermine trust|in the government.

We could take a long space cruise,|the kind with nothing to do.

- Have you found Kuato yet?|- We don't even know what he looks like.

- What do you say?|- That's the news.

- Stay tuned for weather.|- I'm late.

But first, this.

- Tonight, World Series Game Five...|- Sweetheart.

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.

Bye.

Have a nice day.

You are now entering|a safety zone.

No unauthorized weapons allowed|beyond this point.

Would you like to ski...

but you're snowed under|with work?

Do you dream of a vacation|at the bottom of the ocean...

but you can't float the bill?

Have you always wanted|to climb the mountains of Mars...

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

Harry.

- You ever hear of Rekall?|- Rekall?

Where they sell|those fake memories.

Oh, Rekall.

- Thinking of going there?|- Maybe.

- Well, don't.|- Why not?

A friend of mine tried it,|nearly got himself lobotomized.

No shit?

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?

- Doug Quaid is here to see you.|- I'll be right out.

Just one minute, Mr. Quaid.

Thank you.

- Paul McClane. Good to see you.|- Nice to meet you.

Come on in.

- Make yourself comfortable.|- Thank you.

Help me out here, Doug.

- You were interested in a memory of--|- Mars.

Yeah. Mars.

Is there a problem?

To be perfectly honest...

if you like outer space...

you'd be happier with|one of our Saturn cruises.

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.

Now, that's for two full weeks|of memories, complete in every detail.

A longer trip is more expensive|because it's a deeper implant.

What's in the two-week package?

When you go Rekall, you get nothing|but first-class memories.

Private shuttle cabin, deluxe suite|at the Hilton, all the major sights:

Mount Pyramid,|the Grand Canals...

and, of course, Venusville.

But how real does it seem?

- As real as any memory in your head.|- Don't bullshit me.

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?

You're talking ancient history.

Nowadays traveling with Rekall|is safer than getting on a rocket.

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.

No options.

Whatever you say.|Let me ask you one question.

What is exactly the same...

about every single vacation|you have ever taken?

I give up.

You. You're the same.

No matter where you go,|it's always you.

Let me suggest|that you take a vacation...

from yourself.

I know, it sounds wild.

It is the latest thing in travel.|We call it the Ego Trip.

I'm not interested.

You're gonna love this, Doug.

We offer you a choice of|alternate identities during your trip.

Why go to Mars as a tourist|when you can go as a playboy...

or a famous jock or--

"Secret agent."

How much is that?

Let me tantalize you.

You are a top operative under deep cover|on your most important mission.

People are trying to kill you.

You meet this beautiful,|exotic woman.

Go on.

I don't wanna spoil it for you...

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?

Don't worry. Things hardly ever|f*ck up around here.

Good evening... Doug.

- I'm Dr. Lull.|- Nice to meet you.

Ernie, patch in matrix 62-B-37.

Would you like us to integrate|some alien stuff?

Sure. Why not?

Two-headed monsters?

Don't you watch the news?

- We're doing alien artifacts now.|- It's wild.

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.

- No. I'm fascinated with Mars.|- All systems go.

Number seven.

Ready for dreamland?

I'll be asking you some questions|so we can fine-tune the Ego program.

You answer honestly,|you'll enjoy yourself much more.

- Your sexual orientation.|- Hetero.

How do you like your women?

Blonde? Brunette? Redhead?

Brunette.

Slim. Athletic. Voluptuous.

Athletic.

Demure. Aggressive. Sleazy.

Be honest.

Sleazy.

Demure.

Boy, is he gonna have|a wild time.

- He's not gonna want to come back.|- That's for sure.

So...

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.

Mr. McClane?

Bob! What's wrong?

Don't let her leave!

Get off!

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?

Listen to me.|He's been going on and on about Mars.

- 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.

Oh, shit.

I've been trying to tell you,|someone has erased his memory.

Excuse me.

"Someone"?

We're talking about the Agency.

- Shut up!|- Bob, the client's gone.

Renata, cover up any memory he's got|of us or Rekall.

I'll try.|It's pretty messy in there.

Ernie, dump him in a cab.|Tiffany, you help him.

I'm gonna destroy his file|and refund his money.

And if anybody comes asking,|we never heard of Douglas Quaid.

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.

- Thank you for taking Johnnycab.|- Thank you.

Hope you enjoyed the ride.

Hey, Quaid.

- 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?

- Come on, I'll buy you a drink.|- Thank you. I'm already late--

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?

- Tell me!|- You blabbed about Mars!

Are you crazy? I don't even know|anything about Mars!

You should've listened to me, Quaid.|I was there to keep you out of trouble.

You're making a big mistake.|You got me mixed up with somebody else.

You got yourself mixed up with--

And pivot... and serve...

and shift... and stroke...

Very good.|Perfect form.

Hi, honey.

- 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?

- Why would spies want to kill you?|- I don't know.

- It had something to do with Mars.|- You've never been to Mars.

It sounds crazy, but I went to|this Rekall place after work--

- Those brain butchers?|- Let me finish.

- What did they do to you?|- I got a trip to Mars.

Forget about Rekall.|They were going to kill me.

- Doug, nobody tried to kill you.|- They did.

But I killed them.

Listen, sweetheart. Those assholes|at Rekall have fucked up your mind.

You're having paranoid delusions.

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?

Talk!

- I'm not your wife.|- The hell you're not.

I never saw you|before six weeks ago.

Our marriage|is just a memory implant.

You think I'm stupid?|I remember our wedding.

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.

Bullshit.

They erased your identity|and implanted a new one.

I was written in as your wife|so I could make sure the erasure took.

Sorry, Quaid.

Your whole life|is just a dream.

Okay, then if I'm not me,|who the hell am l?

Beats me.

I just work here.

There's something|I want you to know.

You were the best assignment|I ever had. Really.

I'm honored.

You sure you don't want to,|just for old times' sake?

If you don't trust me,|you can tie me up.

- I didn't know you were so kinky.|- Maybe it's time you found out.

Clever girl.

You wouldn't shoot me, Doug,|after all we've been through.

Some of it was fun.

Nice knowing you.

Don't touch her.

Nobody here.

- 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.

Subway! Go!

Get him!|He's got a gun!

- Cut him off! That way!|- Over there!

Hold it!

The escalator.

You four go up.|You come with me.

Get out of the way!

Move!

The platform!

- 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 fucker dead.

I don't blame you. I wouldn't want|Quaid porking my old lady.

- You saying she likes it?|- No, I'm sure she hated every minute.

Six-beta-nine, we have a live|transmission from Mr. Cohaagen.

- Richter here.|- Patch it through.

- What is going on?|- I'm trying to neutralize a traitor.

I want him alive, you moron.

No. He knows too much.

Lori says|he can't remember anything.

In an hour|he could have total recall.

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.

- Where is he?|- Second level, galleria.

We should've killed Quaid|on Mars.

- How we doing?|- Fine.

Zooming in.

We got him!

If you want to live,|don't hang up.

- What do you want?|- You've been bugged.

They'll be there in three minutes|unless you do as I say.

Don't bother searching.|The bug's in your skull.

- Who are you?|- Never mind.

Wrap a wet towel around your head.|That'll muffle the signal.

- 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!

Yeah, right.

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?

- Who are you?|- We were buddies in the Agency on Mars.

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!

He's gotta be around here|somewhere.

That guy there.

Hello, I'm Johnnycab.|Where can I take you tonight?

Drive. Drive!

- Please repeat the destination.|- Anywhere! Just go! Go!

Please state the street|and number.

Shit. Shit!

I'm not familiar with that address.|Would you please repeat--

Fasten your seat belt!

The fare is 18 credits, please.

Sue me, dickhead.

We hope you enjoyed the ride.

Howdy, stranger.|This is Hauser.

If things have gone wrong,|I'm talking to myself...

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.

No shit.

Six-beta-nine,|six-beta-nine, come in.

Did you find him?

We picked up an explosion|at the old cement factory.

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.

There's enough shit in here|to f*ck Cohaagen good.

But if you're listening to this,|that means he has got to me first.

Here comes the hard part.

Now it is all up to you.

Great.

- What have we got?|- Nothing here.

- He's gone.|- I got a weak signal over there.

Find him.

First let's get rid|of that bug in your head.

Take this thing out of the case|and stick it up your nose.

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...

go to the Hilton and flash|the Brubaker l.D. at the desk.

That's it.

Just do what I say and we can nail|that bastard who fucked you and me.

I'm counting on you, Buddy.

Don't let me down.

Straight ahead.

In there.

There!

Give me that.

Shit.

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...

to protect you|from the vacuum outside.

Please do not touch|exterior windows or air locks.

Air volume is limited. No smoking|is allowed anywhere in the colony.

Next.

Thank you,|and enjoy your stay on Mars.

Passport.

- Get out of the way.|- Make way!

Stand back.

Mr. Cohaagen wants to see you|right away.

Any news of Quaid?

- Not since you lost him.|- Watch your mouth, Captain.

- 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 fuckin' George Washington.

Kill the bastard.

Nobody knows who he is.

Have you brought|any fruits or vegetables?

Two weeks.

Excuse me?

Two weeks.

It's not just graffiti. The rebels|took over the refinery last night.

The rebels took over|the refinery last night.

No terbinium is going out.

And it gets worse.

Quaid.

- That's Quaid!|- Where?

The woman!|Get him-- her!

Arrest that woman!

Grab her!

Catch!

Get ready for a surprise!

- Open the goddamn door!|- I can't!

Open it!

They're all connected!

A few days ago|Cohaagen raised the price of air.

- Again?|- Nobody on Earth cares about Mars.

They just want our terbinium|so they can fight their war.

Excuse me. What's that?

You mean the Pyramid Mine?

I used to work there until|they found that alien shit inside.

Well, that's a rumor,|isn't it?

Think so?

Mr. Cohaagen.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Richter...

do you know why I'm so happy?

No, sir.

Because I've got the greatest job|in the solar system.

As long as the terbinium keeps flowing,|I can do anything I want.

Anything.

In fact...

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.

Yes, sir.

Let's get to business.

We've got|a tricky situation here.

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?

Definitely.

You've left something in our safe.

Could you get it?

Identification?

- I'll encode your room key.|- Thank you.

- Suite 610 in the east wing.|- Thank you.

- Could I borrow your pen, please?|- Certainly.

Thank you.

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!

Eat this!

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?

Last Resort.

You're getting off|to an early start.

- 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.

Voila. Venusville.

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.

- What happened to them?|- Cheap domes, no air to clean the rays.

This is it. The Last Resort.|You sure you want to go in here?

- Why not?|- There's a better place down there.

The girls are cleaner,|the liquor ain't watered down--

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.

She's busy.

But Mary here, she's free.

Well, not free, honey, but...

available.

Thanks.|I'll wait for Melina.

Earth slime.

Thing is, friend,|Mel's real picky.

She sticks to her regulars.

She'll like me.

Mel!

Hello, Hauser.

Still bulging, I see.

- What you been feeding this thing?|- Blondes.

I think it's still hungry.

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.

Come on.

- 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.

You're alive? I thought that|Cohaagen tortured you to death.

Well, I guess he didn't.

And you couldn't get me a message? You|never wondered what happened to me?

Hauser, thank God you're alive.

Melin-- Melina.|Melina.

- I have to tell you something.|- What?

- I don't remember you.|- What are you talking about?

I don't remember you.

I don't remember us.|I don't even remember me.

Did you get amnesia?|How did you get here?

- Hauser left me a note.|- You're Hauser.

Not anymore.

Now I'm Quaid.|Douglas Quaid.

- Hauser, you've lost your mind.|- No, Cohaagen stole it.

He found out that Hauser switched sides,|so he turned him into somebody else: me.

This is too weird.

He dumped me on earth|with a wife and a lousy job--

Did you say wife?|Are you fucking married?

- She wasn't really my wife.|- Oh, she isn't?

How stupid of me.|She was Hauser's wife?

- Forget that I said wife.|- Let's just forget everything.

- I'm sick of hearing your goddamn lies.|- Why would I lie to you?

Because you're still|working for Cohaagen.

Don't be ridiculous.

You never loved me, Hauser.

You just used me to get inside.

Inside what?

I think you'd better leave.

-Melina, Hauser sent me to do something.|-I'm not falling for it.

He says there's enough in here|to nail Cohaagen for good.

- Get out!|- You've got to help me remember!

- I said, get out!|- Melina, please!

People are trying to kill me.

Really?

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?

- Take me to the hotel.|- I know these Siamese twins.

Man, you won't know|if you're coming or going.

This afternoon at 4:30 p.m., I signed|an order declaring martial law...

This afternoon at 4:30 p.m., I signed|an order declaring martial law...

throughout the Mars federal colony.

I will not tolerate any further damage|to our mineral export operations.

Mr. Kuato and his terrorists|must understand...

that their self-defeating efforts|will only bring misery and suffering--

Mr. Quaid?

What?

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.

- I'm listening.|- You're not really standing here now.

- Doc, you could have fooled me.|- I'm quite serious.

You're not here|and neither am l.

That's amazing.

- Where are we?|- At Rekall.

You're strapped into|an implant chair...

and I'm monitoring you|from the psychoprobe console.

Ah, I get it.|I'm dreaming.

And all this is part of the delightful|vacation your company has sold me.

Not exactly.

What you're experiencing is a free-form|delusion based on our memory tapes...

but you're inventing it|yourself as you go along.

If it is my delusion,|who the hell invited you?

I've been artificially implanted|as an emergency measure.

I'm sorry to tell you this,|but you've suffered a schizoid embolism.

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?

Think about it. Your dream started|in the middle of the implant procedure.

Everything after that--|the chases, the trip to Mars...

the suite at the Hilton-- are elements|of your Rekall Holiday and Ego Trip.

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?

She's real. I dreamt about her|before I even went to Rekall.

Mr. Quaid.

Can you hear yourself?|She's real because you dreamed her?

- That's right.|- Maybe this will convince you.

Would you mind opening the door?

- You open it.|- No need to be rude.

I'll do it.

Sweetheart?

Come in, Mrs. Quaid.

- I suppose you're not here either.|- I'm here...

at Rekall.

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?

That you're having a paranoid episode|triggered by acute neurochemical trauma?

Or that you're really|an invincible secret agent from Mars...

who's the victim of an interplanetary|conspiracy to make him think...

he's a lowly construction worker?

Stop punishing yourself, Doug.

You're a fine, upstanding man.|You have a beautiful wife who loves you.

Your whole life is ahead of you.

But you've got to want|to return to reality.

Let's assume I do.|Then what?

- Swallow this.|- What is it?

It's a symbol of your desire|to return to reality.

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.

But the consequences to you would be|devastating. In your mind I'll be dead.

With no one to guide you out,|you'll be stuck in permanent psychosis.

Doug, let Dr. Edgemar help you.

The walls of reality|will come crashing down.

One minute you'll be the savior of|the rebel cause, and right after that...

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.

Swallow it!

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 fucking planet!

Cuff him.

-I got him.|-Bring him down in the service elevator.

Let's go.

F*ck you!

Doug.

Honey...

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.

If Cohaagen wants you dead,|you might be okay.

- Got it.|- So you've come back to apologize.

Kuato wants to see you.

Come on.

- Now what?|- Jump!

No! Don't do it!|You'll crack the fucking dome!

What are you trying to do, kill us?|The dome will crack!

Move!

Taxi!

Melina! Melina!

- Need a ride?|- Last Resort.

You guys are going in circles.

Jesus!

Come on! You drive!

You guys are in trouble?

Go! Go!

- What are you trying to do to me?|- Shut up and drive!

Hey, I got five kids to feed!

Shit!

No brakes!

You idiot!

What are you doing?

Christ! Now they're after me!

Give me that!

Get out of the way!

Tony!

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!

Thumbelina!

Richter!

- A call from Cohaagen!|- Richter here.

- We've got them pinned down.|- Stop fighting and pull out.

But they've got Quaid.|They're protecting him.

Perfect.|Get out of Sector G now.

Don't think.

- Do it!|- Yes, sir.

Pull 'em out.

Everybody, pull out!

Move!

- Cohaagen's sealing off the area!|- Come on, Benny!

The first settlers|are buried here.

They worked themselves to death, but|Cohaagen ended up with all the money.

He built cheap domes and watched|the kids turn into freaks.

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?

Kuato's gonna make you remember some|things you knew when you were Hauser.

- Like what?|- All sorts of things.

- Maybe you'll remember you loved me.|- I don't need Kuato for that.

Since when?

Freeze!

Come on, Melina.

Kuato's waiting.

I didn't find Grandpa, but--

Oh, shit.

- Who's this?|- He helped us get away.

Hey, don't worry about me, man.|I'm on your side.

You're a mutant, huh?

All right, let's go.

- Have you tried ramming down the door?|- You wait here. Follow me.

It won't do any good.

- Cohaagen depressurized the tunnels.|- Then drill through to Section M.

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.

Sit down.

- Where's Kuato?|- On his way.

You heard the rumors|about the Pyramid Mine?

Yeah.

Cohaagen found something weird inside|and it's got him scared shitless.

What? Aliens?

- You tell me.|- I don't know.

Yes, you do.|That's why we brought you here.

Cohaagen's big secret|is buried in that black hole...

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 remember.

But why?

- To be myself again.|- You are what you do.

A man is defined by his actions...

not his memory.

Please...

take my hands.

Now open your mind to me.

Please.

Open your mind.

Open your mind.

Open your mind.

Open your mind.

Open your mind.

We should blow the thing up|before the rebels turn it on.

I say we throw the switch|and see what happens.

- Don't be an idiot.|- We can't risk it.

The chain reaction could spread|to all the terbinium in the planet.

That means a meltdown,|a meltdown on a planetary scale.

Don't you think whoever|built this thing thought of that?

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?

- About half a million.|- Half a million years old.

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!

Get out!

Everybody out! Get out!

Get to the air lock! Follow me!

Benny, come on!

- Benny!|- I'm coming!

Put these spacesuits on!|We're going outside!

Benny, hurry.

Congratulations, Quaid.

You led us right to him.

How can you do this?|You're a mutant.

I got four kids to feed.

So what happened to number five?

Shit, man. You got me.

I ain't even married.

Now put your fucking hands|in the air!

Quaid.

Quaid.

Forget it, man.|His fortunetelling days are over.

Start the reactor.

Free Mars.

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.

F*ck you.

Don't be modest.|Kuato is dead.

The resistance is completely wiped out,|and you were the key to the whole thing.

He's lying.

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.

Fucking mutants|could always sniff us out.

So Hauser and I sat down|and invented you, the perfect mole.

You know you're lying.|Hauser turned against you.

That's what we wanted|you to think.

The fact is, Hauser volunteered|to become Doug Quaid.

It was the only way|to fool the psychics.

Get your story straight.

This idiot has been trying to kill me|ever since I went to Rekall.

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!

You pop your memory cap|before we can activate you.

Richter goes hog-wild, screwing up|everything I spent a year planning.

Frankly, I'm amazed it worked.

Well, Cohaagen...

I have to hand it to you.|It's the best mind-f*ck yet.

Well, don't take my word for it.

-Someone you trust wants to talk to you.|-Who is it this time?

My mother?

Howdy, Quaid.

If you're listening to this,|it means that Kuato is dead...

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.

And thanks for not|getting yourself killed.

Hey, maybe we'll meet|in our dreams.

You never know.

You bastards!

Let go of me!

- Ready?|- Auto.

- Check.|- Ready to go, sir.

Relax, Quaid.

- You'll like being Hauser.|- The guy's a fucking 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.

Uh-uh, princess.

We're having you fixed.

You're going to be respectful,|compliant...

and appreciative,|the way a woman should be.

Mr. Cohaagen, telephone.

Yes? What is it?

The oxygen level|is bottoming out in Sector G.

What do you want me|to do about it?

- Don't do anything.|- But they won't last an hour, sir.

F*ck 'em.

It'll be a good lesson|to the others.

You got what you want.|Give these people air.

My friend, in five minutes|you won't give a shit about the people.

Fire it up, Doc.

Excuse me, Doctor.

- Is he gonna remember any of this?|- Not a thing.

Oh, really?

Quaid, I'm having a party tonight.

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.

Hey, don't!

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.

Kill him.

It's about goddamn time.

- 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!

The reactor makes air.|That's Cohaagen's secret. Let's go.

Where's this reactor come from?

- Aliens built it.|- Aliens?

- Are you sure about this?|- It's just up ahead.

What the hell--

Quaid!

Hey, Quaid, you remember me?

Benny! Benny's the name!

Oh, that's good!

I'm gonna drill you, sucker!

I'm gonna grind you up!

I'm coming!

I'm coming for you, baby!

What the f*ck is this?

Damn this piece of Martian junk!

Hey, Quaid,|I'm gonna squash you!

Benny, here!

Where the f*ck are you?

Screw you!

Quaid, get over here!

What is it?

There's an opening.

I knew it.

This whole thing is one big reactor|made out of terbinium.

Cohaagen knows it makes air.|The bastard won't turn it on.

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.

The reactor melts it...

and it releases the oxygen.

Come on.

- Enough for everyone to breathe?|- Sure.

Enough for the whole planet.

If we turn it on in time.

Come on. Come on!

Hold on.

Now!

Son of a bitch.

Go!

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!

Once the reaction starts, it'll spread|to all the terbinium in the planet.

Mars will go into|global meltdown.

That's why the aliens|never turned it on.

And you expect me|to believe you?

Who gives a shit what you believe?|ln 30 seconds you'll be dead.

Then I'll blow this place up|and be home in time for corn flakes.

I didn't want it to end this way.

I wanted Hauser back.|But no.

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!

Quaid!

I can't believe it.|It's like a dream.

What's wrong?

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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Ronald Shusett and Dan O'Bannon Gary Goldman And Philip K. Dick

Ronald Shusett (born June 1935) is an American motion picture screenwriter and producer, usually in the science fiction genre.He wrote the original story for Alien (1979) with Dan O'Bannon and later Alien vs. Predator (2004). In 1974, he was the first to option the Philip K. Dick short story, "We Can Remember It for You Wholesale", that became the basis of the film Total Recall. more…

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