Total Recall Page #2

I'm going to lose my mind.

I'm really sorry, Doug.

I've done all I could do.

All right.

Thanks for trying.

Gates nine through 18 now closed.

Gates nine through 18 now closed.

Section A departures will reopen in 40...

All right, finally.

- Cheers. Salud.

- Yeah. Jesus.

Hey, buddy.

- Hey.

- How you holding up?

I've been better.

Lori working tonight?

Yeah.

Hey, Murray. Same.

You ever learn how to play the piano?

Yeah, I always wanted

to learn to play the piano.

What's with you today?

What?

It's not just about the promotion.

You've been zoned out all day.

I've been having these dreams.

Dreams?

Yeah, feels

like I'm doing something...

Something...

Something that matters,

something important, you know?

Nope, not so much.

You don't think what we do is important?

Really? Come on, Harry.

We commute halfway

around the world for sh*t jobs,

for sh*t pay, to come to this sh*t bar

and get drunk on too much sh*t beer.

- No of fence, Murray.

- Yeah.

What? Are you actually happy

with how your life's turned out?

Is there something wrong with it?

No. You know what? You're right. Forget it.

I'm just...

Forget it.

All right, big guy. Tomorrow.

Hey.

My advice?

Go ahead.

Figure out a way to deal with

whatever the hell it is you're going through

before you mess your sh*t up for good.

It's possible I might have drank too much.

Yeah, it's possible, Harry.

I'm going to go throw up on something now.

- Okay.

- And you're going to get your sh*t together

and go home, you hear me?

Yeah, I think everyone heard you, Harry.

Night, Dougie.

Good night.

Seem like you're looking for something.

Is it this?

Anything goes here.

Trust me, baby,

you're gonna wish you had three hands.

I'm looking for Rekall.

You know where I can find it?

Stairway to heaven, over there.

Thank you.

Welcome to Rekall.

First time?

Yeah. That obvious, huh?

It's fine.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

This is a safe place.

My friend Marek gave me this card,

told me to ask for Mac.

- He's right inside.

- Thanks.

Remember to have a good time.

Welcome.

Hey.

You're a friend of Marek's.

Yes.

Yeah, we work together.

Is that it?

That is it.

And it feels like real life?

What is life but our brain's

chemical perception of it?

Your eyes see, your brain chemistry reacts.

Here, we just remove the middleman

and we go straight to the chemistry.

Does that make it any less real?

An illusion, no matter how convincing,

is still just an illusion.

That's very good.

You're right, objectively.

But from the inside,

subjectively...

I assure you, it's quite the opposite entirely.

Listen, I get it.

I get it.

You're here because

you feel like some thing's missing.

You got some tug, some longing

for something more.

We're going to give you that thing.

Is that right?

Could be something

you could never afford to do.

Something secret you've always wanted

to try, but you would never, ever dare.

What do you mean, secret?

Anything-

Tell us your fantasy.

We'll give you the memory.

You want to be rich and famous?

Worshiped by millions?

Maybe something

with a little more adrenaline, huh?

Crime fighter? Or world-class athlete?

Secret agent. That's you. Right?

Clandestine bank accounts,

- coded messages.

- Secret agent.

I could do that.

Yeah, as an intelligence operative.

You could be working for the Resistance.

Maybe you work for Cohaagen.

Or why limit yourself? Why not both?

One last thing, Doug.

As a matter of full disclosure,

none of the secret life elements

you chose can actually be true.

See, the thing is, a lot of guys

come in here, they want

the secret mistress trip

when they already have one,

a real one, on the side.

We can't do that.

It would cause

irreparable conflict and confusion.

That's how brains get blown.

Don't worry, I don't have any secrets.

I'm sure you don't, but just in case,

we're going to run

a psycho-polygraphic panel on you anyway.

Marcus, go.

You're going to have such a good time,

you're not going to want to come back.

Look at that.

Looks like your wife

does have a man who appreciates her.

No conflict there.

Sorry. Still the best way

to get chemicals into the human body.

All right.

Let's get this show on the road.

Get ready to save the world.

Happy trails, man.

You can tell me all about it when you get...

Wait.

What?

Sh*t.

Sh*t? What is it? What's wrong?

Yank that needle out before it takes.

What is it? What's wrong?

- You lied.

- Lied about what?

- Son of a b*tch.

- Look, I don't have a mistress.

- What are you talking about?

- Mistress?

You're a goddamn spy.

Vitals are everywhere.

Why are you here? Why?

Federal police!

- Federal police! On your feet now!

- No, wait!

This is all a mistake! It's all...

I'm nobody.

- I'm nobody.

- Hands on your head now!

Okay.

Turn around!

Okay.

Holy sh*t.

118.5, code six. 105 north...

Go!

Move, move, move!

Federal police!

Team one, have you

secured the suspect?

Team one, advise.

Let me know what's going on in there.

Stevens, get an eyeball in there now.

Sh*t. They're all down.

He's all alone!

Let's punch it.

Fall back! Fall back!

Cover the exit!

In what is being described

as a terrorist attack,

a solitary gunman opened fire

on a squadron of federal police

at the Rekall Lounge in downtown Fremont.

We are still awaiting word

- on precisely how many casualties there are.

- Yes.

- But officials now confirming...

- Okay.

...that at least 20 officers have been killed...

Oh, my God, Doug.

I understand. Yeah.

- Thank you.

- Lori.

- I'm so glad you're here.

- Of course I'm here.

I've been going out of my mind.

Where have you been?

Look, something bad has happened.

No, I know. I just got the call.

We've all been put on standby.

You don't understand.

What?

Oh, my God.

Doug, are you okay?

Lori, it wasn't the Resistance

who killed those sentries.

It wasn't terrorists.

It was me.

What was you?

Lori, I'm the one who killed them.

You killed 20 armed men?

No. No, it was more like ten.

But you killed them?

With what, honey, your book?

- Lori, look, I'm serious.

- Doug, you're scaring me!

I'm sorry.

This is going to sound crazy, okay?

I went to Rekall after work.

- And...

- What?

- What did they do to you?

- Nothing.

Nothing.

I sat in the chair, they hooked me up.

Before they could do anything,

the police burst in.

They tried to take me.

And I just reacted.

And I killed them.

Listen, you didn't kill anyone, Doug.

Trust me, I killed everyone.

No, sweetheart, don't you see?

Whatever you think you did

had nothing to do with any of this.

Those a**holes screwed with your mind,

and now you're having some

kind of a paranoid delusion.

Those places are really dangerous.

Whatever it is that happened,

we're going to get through it.

Come here. Come on.

Come on.

It happened so fast.

It's okay, we'll figure it out.

I'm sorry.

Lori, I can't breathe.

Come on.

What the hell are you doing?

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