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, I’ll tell you about some options. - No options. - Fine. But can I ask you something? What is it that's exactly the same on every vacation? - I give up. - You! Wherever you go, it's always the same you. Let me suggest that you take a vacation from yourself. It's wild. It's the latest thing in travel: ''The Ego Trip''. - I’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. - I 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? Is this your first trip? Don't worry, we hardly ever fuck up. Good evening, Doug. I’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? I’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? I’m not sure. And I 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. - I’m with a very important client. - It's another schizoid embolism. - I’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! - I’ve been trying to tell you. - Someone erased his memory. - Excuse me ... Someone? It's the fucking Agency! - Shut up! - Bob, the client's gone. Here's what we'll do. Erase any memory of us or Rekall. - I’ll do what I can. - Dump him in a cab. You help him. I’ll erase his file. lf anyone asks, we've never heard of Douglas Quaid. - Where am l? - You're in a JohnnyCab. - I mean, what am I doing here? - Please rephrase the question. - How did I get in this taxi? - The door opened, you got in. Hell of a day, isn't it? Is this okay? Thank you for taking JohnnyCab. Hope you enjoyed it. Hey, Quaid! - How was your trip to Mars? - What trip? You went to Rekall, remember? I told you not to, but you did. - What are you, my father? - I’ll buy you a drink. I’m already late ... Let's go get that drink. What's going on? What did I do wrong? - You blabbed, Quaid. About Mars. - But I know nothing about Mars! You should have listened to me. - Harry, you've got me mixed up. - No, you got yourself mixed up. Hit it, and serve, and shift ... And stroke, and hit it, and serve, and shift. And ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Экипаж на английском - текст Бетховен: Большой бросок на английском - текст Гадкие лебеди на английском - текст Электрические мечты на английском - текст Как я съел собаку на английском |