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? - ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Ночной Дозор на английском - текст Коллекционер на английском - текст Муми-тролль и комета на английском - текст Гранд Отель на английском - текст Схватка на английском |