don't even know anything about Mars! You should've listened to me, Quaid. I was there to keep you out of trouble. You're making a big mistake. You got me mixed up with somebody else. You got yourself mixed up with-- And pivot... and serve... and shift... and stroke... Very good. Perfect form. Hi, honey. - What are you doing? - Some men just tried to kill me. Muggers? Are you all right? No, they were spies or something. Harry, from work, he was the-- Get down! - Harry was the boss. - Take it easy, Doug, okay? - Why would spies want to kill you? - I don't know. - It had something to do with Mars. - You've never been to Mars. It sounds crazy, but I went to this Rekall place after work-- - Those brain butchers? - Let me finish. - What did they do to you? - I got a trip to Mars. Forget about Rekall. They were going to kill me. - Doug, nobody tried to kill you. - They did. But I killed them. Listen, sweetheart. Those assholes at Rekall have fucked up your mind. You're having paranoid delusions. You call this a delusion? - Doug, I'm gonna call a doctor. - Don't. Don't call anybody. Lori, go! Get out! Why are you doing this? Talk! - I'm not your wife. - The hell you're not. I never saw you before six weeks ago. Our marriage is just a memory implant. You think I'm stupid? I remember our wedding. It was an Agency implant. - Falling in love. - Implanted. Our friends, my job, 8 years together. All of this was implanted? The job's real. The Agency set it up. Bullshit. They erased your identity and implanted a new one. I was written in as your wife so I could make sure the erasure took. Sorry, Quaid. Your whole life is just a dream. Okay, then if I'm not me, who the hell am l? Beats me. I just work here. There's something I want you to know. You were the best assignment I ever had. Really. I'm honored. You sure you don't want to, just for old times' sake? If you 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 ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Тариф Новогодний на английском - текст Дневник его жены на английском - текст Лиловый шар на английском - текст Детская ревность на английском - текст Коллекционер на английском |