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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
fuck 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.
41A, Ernie.
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

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