skull.
- Who are you?
- A wet towel can muffle the signal.
- How did you find me?
- l'd advise you to hurry.
This'll buy you some time.
They won't be able to pinpoint you.
Shit! l lost him.
Well, find him!
Hurry up, you look beautiful.
Now, go to the window.
Go!
Can you see me?
This is the suitcase you gave me.
- l gave you?
- Get it and keep moving.
- Wait! Who are you?
- We were buddies in the Agency.
You asked me, if you disappeared,
to come and find you. Goodbye.
- That's mine.
- Your name's not on it.
Someone left it for me.
Excuse me, ma'am, but l need it!
Fuck you, you asshole!
The son of a bitch
is here somewhere.
That guy, there.
Hello, l'm JohnnyCab.
Where can l take you?
- Drive!
- Please repeat the destination.
- Just go!
- Please state a street and number.
- Shit! Shit!
- l don't know that address.
Please repeat ...
Fasten your seat belt!
- The fare is 1 8 credits.
- Sue me, dickhead.
We hope you enjoyed the ride.
Howdy, stranger. l'm Hauser.
lf things have gone wrong, you've
got a wet towel on your head.
Whatever your name is,
here's the big surprise:
You are not you.
You're me.
No shit.
- 6-Beta-9, come in.
- Did you find him?
We picked up an explosion
at the cement factory.
Send two units,
we'll meet you there.
l worked for Mars intelligence.
l did Cohaagen's dirty work.
But recently, l met a woman.
She taught me that l was
playing for the wrong team.
All l can do now
is try to make up for it.
There's enough shit in here
to fuck Cohaagen.
lf you're hearing this, it means he
got me first. Here's the hard part:
- Now it is all up to you.
- Great.
- What have we got?
- l've got a weak signal.
Split up.
First, let's get rid of the bug.
Take this and put it up your nose.
Don't worry, -
- it's self-guiding.
Just shove real hard.
When you hear the crunch,
you're there.
Pull it out.
Be careful, it's my head, too!
- l have a lock.
- Up!
Get to Mars. Go to the Hilton and
show the Brubaker l.D. at the desk.
Do as l say, and we'll nail the son
of a bitch who fucked you and me.
l'm counting on you, buddy.
Don't let me down.
ln there.
There!
There!
- Get to Mars ... Get to Mars.
- Give me that.
Shit.
Get to Mars ... Get to Mars.
Welcome to the Mars Federal Colony.
Domes have been installed to
protect you from the vacuum.
Do not touch exterior windows
or airlocks.
Since the air is limited, smoking
is not permitted in the colony.
- Thank you, and enjoy your stay.
- Passport.
Make way ... Stand back!
- Mr. Cohaagen wants to see you.
- Any news of Quaid?
- Not since you lost him.
- Watch your mouth, Captain!
- How long will you be staying?
- Two weeks.
- Look at that shit.
- What the hell's this?
Martians love Kuato.
They think he's George Washington.
- Kill the bastard.
- Nobody knows who he is.
- Do you have fruit or vegetables?
- Two weeks.
- Excuse me?
- Two weeks.
Two weeks ...
lt's not just graffiti. The rebels
have taken the turbinium refinery.
And it gets worse ...
Quaid.
That's Quaid. The woman!
Get him ... her.
Arrest that woman.
Get that woman!
Catch!
Get ready for a surprise!
- Open the goddamn door!
- l can't.
They're all connected.
- Cohaagen raised the price of air.
- Again?
- Earth doesn't care about us.
- They just want our turbinium.
- Excuse me, what's that?
- The Pyramid Mine?
l worked there,
until they found that alien shit.
- That's just a rumour.
- You think so?
Mr. Cohaagen.
You wanted to see me, sir?
Richter ...
- Do you know why l'm so happy?
- No, sir.
Because l have the greatest job
in the solar system.
As long as the turbinium
keeps flowing, l can do anything.
The only thing l ever worry about -
- is that one day,
if the rebels win, it all might end.
You're not helping! First you try to
kill Quaid, then let him get away!
- He had help from our side, sir.
- l know that.
- But l thought ...
- Don't think! You know too little.
You do what you're