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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!
Fuck 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 fuck 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.
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