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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 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