your head.
That'll muffle the signal.
- How'd you find me?
- I'd advise you to hurry.
This'll buy you some time.
They won't be able to pinpoint you.
- Shit!
- What?
- I lost him.
- Well, find him!
Yeah, right.
Hurry up.
You look beautiful.
Now go to the window.
Go.
Can you see me down here?
- This is the suitcase you gave me.
- I gave you?
I'm gonna set it here.
Come and get it, keep moving.
- Wait. Wait.
- What?
- Who are you?
- We were buddies in the Agency on Mars.
You asked me, if you disappeared,
to find you, so here I am.
What was I doing on Mars?
Excuse me, but this is mine.
- I don't see your name on it.
- Someone left it for me.
- Find your own bag.
- I need it!
Fuck you, you asshole!
He's gotta be around here
somewhere.
That guy there.
Hello, I'm Johnnycab.
Where can I take you tonight?
Drive. Drive!
- Please repeat the destination.
- Anywhere! Just go! Go!
Please state the street
and number.
Shit. Shit!
I'm not familiar with that address.
Would you please repeat--
Fasten your seat belt!
The fare is 18 credits, please.
Sue me, dickhead.
We hope you enjoyed the ride.
Howdy, stranger.
This is Hauser.
If things have gone wrong,
I'm talking to myself...
and you've got a wet towel
wrapped around your head.
Whatever your name is,
get ready for the big surprise.
You are not you.
You are me.
No shit.
Six-beta-nine,
six-beta-nine, come in.
Did you find him?
We picked up an explosion
at the old cement factory.
Send two units.
We'll meet you there.
All my life I've worked
for Mars intelligence.
I did Cohaagen's dirty work.
But recently I met somebody--
a woman--
and I learned a few things.
I've been playing
for the wrong team.
All I can do now is try
to make up for it.
There's enough shit in here
to fuck Cohaagen good.
But if you're listening to this,
that means he has got to me first.
Here comes the hard part.
Now it is all up to you.
Great.
- What have we got?
- Nothing here.
- He's gone.
- I got a weak signal over there.
Find him.
First let's get rid
of that bug in your head.
Take this thing out of the case
and stick it up your nose.
Don't worry.
It's self-guiding.
Just shove real hard.
When it crunches, you're there.
Just pull it out.
Be careful.
It's my head too.
I've got a lock.
Up. Let's go.
This is the plan.
Get your ass to Mars...
go to the Hilton and flash
the Brubaker l.D. at the desk.
That's it.
Just do what I say and we can nail
that bastard who fucked you and me.
I'm counting on you, Buddy.
Don't let me down.
Straight ahead.
In there.
There!
Give me that.
Shit.
Get your ass to Mars--
Get your ass to Mars--
Welcome to the Mars
Federal Colony.
For your safety and comfort,
domes have been installed...
to protect you
from the vacuum outside.
Please do not touch
exterior windows or air locks.
Air volume is limited. No smoking
is allowed anywhere in the colony.
Next.
Thank you,
and enjoy your stay on Mars.
Passport.
- Get out of the way.
- Make way!
Stand back.
Mr. Cohaagen wants to see you
right away.
Any news of Quaid?
- Not since you lost him.
- Watch your mouth, Captain.
- How long do you plan to stay?
- Two weeks.
Look at that shit.
- What the hell's this?
- The Martians love Kuato.
They think
he's fuckin' George Washington.
Kill the bastard.
Nobody knows who he is.
Have you brought
any fruits or vegetables?
Two weeks.
Excuse me?
Two weeks.
It's not just graffiti. The rebels
took over the refinery last night.
The rebels took over
the refinery last night.
No terbinium is going out.
And it gets worse.
Quaid.
- 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