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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?
- There's a better place down there.
The girls are cleaner,
the liquor ain't watered down--
Sure, and you get kickbacks.
Hey, man,
I got five kids to feed.
Take them to the dentist.
Thanks, mister!
I'll be waiting for you.
Take your time.
Benny's the name.
- What do you want?
- Melina.
She's busy.
But Mary here, she's free.
Well, not free, honey, but...
available.
Thanks.
I'll wait for Melina.
Earth slime.
Thing is, friend,
Mel's real picky.
She sticks to her regulars.
She'll like me.
Mel!
Hello, Hauser.
Still bulging, I see.
- What you been feeding this thing?
- Blondes.
I think it's still hungry.
You got a lot of nerve
showing your face around here, Hauser.
Look who's talking.
Hey, Tony,
give the big guy a break.
Relax. You'll live longer.
Come on.
- Honey, take care of Tony, will you?
- No problem.
If you need any help with this one,
give me a holler.
You son of a bitch.
You'

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