of junk will work.
What is it?
A million? Half a million?
- About half a million.
- Half a million years old.
Let's make sure Kuato--
Wake up! Wake up!
Come on, wake up!
They found us! Shit!
Let's go!
Wake up! Snap out of it!
Come on!
They found us!
- Everybody out!
- Melina!
Get moving! Get out!
Get out!
Everybody out! Get out!
Get to the air lock! Follow me!
Benny, come on!
- Benny!
- I'm coming!
Put these spacesuits on!
We're going outside!
Benny, hurry.
Congratulations, Quaid.
You led us right to him.
How can you do this?
You're a mutant.
I got four kids to feed.
So what happened to number five?
Shit, man. You got me.
I ain't even married.
Now put your fucking hands
in the air!
Quaid.
Quaid.
Forget it, man.
His fortunetelling days are over.
Start the reactor.
Free Mars.
Mr. Cohaagen
would like to talk to you.
So this is the great man.
No wonder he kept out of sight.
Well, my boy...
you're a hero.
Fuck you.
Don't be modest.
Kuato is dead.
The resistance is completely wiped out,
and you were the key to the whole thing.
He's lying.
You two-faced bastard.
You can't blame him, angel.
He's innocent.
You see, Quaid, none of my people
could get close to Kuato.
Fucking mutants
could always sniff us out.
So Hauser and I sat down
and invented you, the perfect mole.
You know you're lying.
Hauser turned against you.
That's what we wanted
you to think.
The fact is, Hauser volunteered
to become Doug Quaid.
It was the only way
to fool the psychics.
Get your story straight.
This idiot has been trying to kill me
ever since I went to Rekall.
You don't kill somebody
you're trying to plant.
He wasn't in on it.
You set him off by going to Rekall.
- So why am I still alive?
- We gave you lots of help.
- Benny here.
- My pleasure, man.
The guy with the suitcase,
the mask, the money...
the message from Hauser,
all of that was set up by us.
Sorry. Too perfect.
Perfect, my ass!
You pop your memory cap
before we can activate you.
Richter goes hog-wild, screwing up
everything I spent a year planning.
Frankly, I'm amazed it worked.
Well, Cohaagen...
I have to hand it to you.
It's the best mind-fuck yet.
Well, don't take my word for it.
-Someone you trust wants to talk to you.
-Who is it this time?
My mother?
Howdy, Quaid.
If you're listening to this,
it means that Kuato is dead...
and you have led us to him.
I knew you wouldn't let me down.
Sorry for the shit
I've put you through, but hey...
what are friends for?
I would like to wish you happiness
and long life, old buddy...
but unfortunately,
this is not gonna happen.
You see, it's my body you've got there
and I want it back.
Sorry to be an lndian giver,
but I was here first.
So adios, amigo.
And thanks for not
getting yourself killed.
Hey, maybe we'll meet
in our dreams.
You never know.
You bastards!
Let go of me!
- Ready?
- Auto.
- Check.
- Ready to go, sir.
Relax, Quaid.
- You'll like being Hauser.
- The guy's a fucking asshole.
That's not true.
He's one of my best friends.
Besides, he's got
a big house and a Mercedes.
And you like Melina, right?
You'll get to fuck her every night.
That's right.
She's going to be Hauser's babe.
I'll bust his balls.
Uh-uh, princess.
We're having you fixed.
You're going to be respectful,
compliant...
and appreciative,
the way a woman should be.
Mr. Cohaagen, telephone.
Yes? What is it?
The oxygen level
is bottoming out in Sector G.
What do you want me
to do about it?
- Don't do anything.
- But they won't last an hour, sir.
Fuck 'em.
It'll be a good lesson
to the others.
You got what you want.
Give these people air.
My friend, in five minutes
you won't give a shit about the people.
Fire it up, Doc.
Excuse me, Doctor.
- Is he gonna remember any of this?
- Not a thing.
Oh, really?
Quaid, I'm having a party tonight.
Why don't you and Melina drop by.
Remind him, Doc.
- Sure.
- See you at the party.
Keep