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out.
- Just a minute, Mr. Quaid.
- Thank you.
Doug! Bob McClane, good to see you.
Come on in, it's through here.
- Have a seat.
- Thank you.
- You wanted memories of ..?
- Mars.
- Yeah, Mars ...
- ls that a problem?
To be honest, you'd be much happier
with one of our Saturn cruises.
- Everybody raves about them.
- Not Saturn. l said Mars.
Okay, you're the boss.
Mars it is.
Let me see ...The basic Mars
package will run you 899 credits.
That's for two weeks of memories
with every detail.
- Longer trips cost more.
- What's in the two-week package?
With Rekall,
you get first-class memories.
Private cabin, Hilton suite,
plus all the sights.
Mt. Pyramid, the Grand Canals,
and of course, Venusville.
- How real does it seem?
- As real as any memory you have.
- Don't bullshit me!
- lt's true.
lf not, you get your money back.
What about the guy you lobotomised?
Did he get a refund?
That's ancient history. Nowadays,
Rekall is safer than any rocket.
Here's the statistics. A real
holiday is a pain in the butt.
Lost luggage, lousy weather,
crooked taxi drivers.
Travel with Rekall, and everything
is perfect. So, what do you say?
- All right.
- Smart move.
While you fill out this form,
l'll tell you about some options.
- No options.
- Fine. But can l ask you something?
What is it that's exactly the same
on every vacation?
- l give up.
- You!
Wherever you go,
it's always the same you.
Let me suggest that
you take a vacation from yourself.
lt's wild. lt's the latest thing
in travel: ''The Ego Trip''.
- l'm not interested.
- You'll love it, Doug.
You get a choice
of alternate identities.
Why go to Mars as a tourist?
- Why not a playboy or famous jock?
- How much is ''Secret Agent''?
Let me tantalize you ...
You are a top operative
on your most important mission.
People try to kill you.
You meet a beautiful exotic woman.
- Go on.
- l don't want to spoil it for you.
But you get the girl, kill the bad
guys, and save the entire planet.
You tell me, isn't that worth
a measly 300 credits?
ls this your first trip?
Don't worry, we hardly ever fuck up.
Good evening, Doug.
l'm Doctor Lull.
Ernie, patch in matrix 62B-37.
- Would you like some alien stuff?
- Sure. Why not?
- Two-headed monsters?
- We have alien artifacts now.
- That's wild.
- Yeah, they're a million years old.
- That's a new one! ''Blue sky''.
- Been married long?
- Eight years.
- So you want some hanky-panky?
- Not really. Mars fascinates me.
- All systems go.
Ready for Dreamland? l'll ask some
questions, to adjust the programme.
Answer honestly for more enjoyment.
- Sexual orientation?
- Hetero.
How do you like your women?
Blonde, brunette, redhead?
Brunette.
Slim, athletic, voluptuous?
Athletic.
Demure, aggressive, sleazy?
Be honest.
Sleazy.
Demure.
41 A, Ernie.
He'll have a wild time.
He won't want to come back.
That's for sure.
So, what do you say?
l'm not sure.
And l don't get a souvenir!
For a few more credits, you can get
T-shirts, snapshots, or letters ...
Bob!
You'd better get down here.
- l'm with a very important client.
- lt's another schizoid embolism.
- l'll be right back.
- Mr. McClane?
- What's wrong?
- Don't let her leave!
You're dead, all of you!
- You blew my cover!
- Can't you do a simple implant?
- We hit a memory cap.
- They'll kill you all!
What the hell is he talking about?
Mr. Quaid, calm down!
My name is not Quaid.
- Untie me now.
- Ernie, grab his leg. Hold him!
Are you all right?
Listen to me ...
He's been going on about Mars.
He's been there.
Use your head, bitch.
He's just acting secret agent.
That's not possible.
We haven't implanted it yet!
- Oh shit!
- l've been trying to tell you.
- Someone erased his memory.
- Excuse me ...
Someone?
lt's the fucking Agency!
- Shut up!
- Bob, the client's gone.
Here's what we'll do.
Erase any memory of us or Rekall.
- l'll do what l can.
- Dump him in a cab. You help him.

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