Total Recall Page #5
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- Year:
- 1990
- 113 min
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QUAIL But I remember it! All of it!... Us!
KIRSTEN All implanted.
QUAIL Our friends... my work... eight years.
KIRSTEN The job's real -- you've had is six weeks -- since you got back
from Mars.
He sits down, holds his hand to his head.
KIRSTEN (continuing) It's all a fabrication, Quail. Everything you
know.
QUAIL This is crazy! If all my memories are false, who am I? What am I?
Jesus... it's like I don't exist.
KIRSTEN You exist, all right. (very cold) That's the problem.
A pause as Quail mentally gropes frantically, for what to do next.
QUAIL Why did you try to kill me? Why does E.I.O. want me dead?
KIRSTEN They don't particularly. That was my idea. This assignment was
boring me to death. The personality they gave you wasn't too thrilling.
QUAIL Well, what did I do on Mars that they have to keep me from
telling?
KIRSTEN I've no idea. I just work here.
QUAIL All right... I'm leaving. Don't try and follow me --
KIRSTEN I don't have to follow you. You can't get away from E.I.O.
Nobody does.
Quail looks at her as if seeing her for the first time.
QUAIL No wonder you got the role as my bitchy wife -- type casting.
He leaves. Kirsten smiles secretively. She goes to a drawer, opens it
and removes a tiny instrument that looks like a TV channel-changer.
There is a very small light on the instrument, which begins flashing
on and off, as the instrument begins to make BEEPING SOUNDS.
21EXT. STREET OUTSIDE QUAIL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Quail walks briskly out onto the street, controlling his paces, trying
not to look suspicious. After a beat, he heads for the nearest subway
entrance.
22INT. SUBWAY STATION - NIGHT
Now underground, Quail tries to blend in with the other subway people.
He heads toward the weapons check.
23EXT. STREET SUBWAY ENTRANCE - NIGHT
An OFFICIAL VEHICLE slams to a halt next to the subway entrance and a
whole load of INTENSE MEN pours out of it.
24INT. SUBWAY - NIGHT
Quail now shuffles along in a lineup of people waiting to get through
the WEAPONS CHECK. He tries to control his nervousness. He passes. The
guard smiles at him, pleased to see he has remembered his gun.
25INT. SUBWAY - NIGHT
All the men with guns drawn come pouring down the subway stairs. The
SUBWAY COPS and WEAPONS CHECK are stunned to see four large men
brandishing guns push their way through the weapons check gate without
seeming to notice them. One gunman flashes a HOLOGRAPHIC BADGE ENCASED
IN PLASTIC at them.
The gunman reach the bottom of the stairs and race closer to the subway
train, which is just departing. The men halt abruptly.
FIRST GUNMAN F*** it!
The second gunman adjusts a small plug - a radio receiver - in his ear.
SECOND GUNMAN (EARPLUG WEARER) We won't be able to track him again
until he comes up above ground!
Quail sits in the subway car as it barrels through the night, not
knowing exactly where he will go. He is confused, distraught. A
commercial comes onto the video.
TV AS VOICE OVER Tired? Exhausted? Need a vacation? Don't settle for
memories, experience the real thing. Daily departures on the space
shuttle to Mars. Visit the wonders of....
Quail emerges from underground and looks around. The streets are almost
deserted.
28INT. MOVING OFFICAL VEHICLE - NIGHT
THE GUNMEN SIT IN THE OV. The one with the ear plug [suddenly talks.]
EARPLUG WEARER Coming in again. Loud and clear.
He looks down at an illuminated street map built into the car's
dashboard.
A cab comes into view. Quail quickly hails it and jumps in. Cab moves
off.
28BINT. CAB - NIGHT
Quail is still pondering what to do next. He glances out one window,
though not at anything in particular. Suddenly, the silence is
shattered as bullets rip through the window on the other side. Quail
ducks to the floor.
28CEXT. CAB - NIGHT
A wide shot shows that the cab is being fired on by a man leaning from
the window of an official patrol vehicle. He is aiming at the tires and
driver, rather than directly at Quail.
28DINT. CAB - NIGHT
Bullets are still pouring in.
ROBOT DRIVER (unemotionally) You are being fired on, sir or madam,
please leave the cab at once.
From the floor, Quail pushes the door handle and rolls out onto the
street. The pursuing car occupants fail to notice his exit.
28EEXT. STREETS - NIGHT
Cars continue, as Quail picks himself up from the gutter and moves off
down a narrow side street.
28FINT. CAB - NIGHT
ROBOT DRIVER [Please....]
Bullets rip into the robot driver's neck, severing the head from the
body. The head hits the window then bounces back onto the front seat.
It continues talking.
ROBOT DRIVER (continuing) ...leave the cab as bullets are hitting the
vehicle in considerable quantities.
28GEXT. STREETS - NIGHT
The taxi mounts the footpath and smashes through the display window of
a store. Clothes models are scattered and broken. When the noise
abates, the severed head of the robot driver is lying among the
dummies.
ROBOT DRIVER This company, sir or madam, will institute legal action
for damages...
29EXT. STREET - "END OF THE LINE" HOTEL - NIGHT
Quail emerges from the side street and sees "End of the Line" Hotel. It
is clean, bland, middle class. He quickly crosses the road and enters.
29AINT. "END OF THE LINE" HOTEL LOBBY - NIGHT
The foyer is brightly lit and empty. Quail approaches the DESK CLERK,
who is reading a book. "Dr. No", marked, in flowing script, "from the
classic series".
DESK CLERK (without looking up) Help you, sir?
QUAIL (handing over money) A room for the night.
DESK CLERK (reluctantly putting down the book) ID.
QUAIL (handing over money) Here's ten thousand. Forget the ID.
DESK CLERK looks up at him, with interest. His hand hovers over the
money.
QUAIL (continuing) I have a liaison with a lady... and I'm married...
DESK CLERK I understand, sir. Nothing like a bit on the side, eh? Bit
of fugitive flesh. The greatest aphrodisiac is a new body, wouldn't
you say, sir?
Quail looks at him with distaste but is only anxious to be given the
key to his room. He says nothing.
30INT. "END OF THE LINE" HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Quail unlocks the door and enters. No sooner does he relock the door
then THE PHONE RINGS. He freezes, stares at it for three rings, then
picks it up.
QUAIL (into receiver) I told you, I don't want to be disturbed.
TELEPHONE VOICE (filtered) If you want to live, don't hand up.
Quail is stunned. He says nothing, but doesn't hang up.
TELEPHONE VOICE (continuing; filtered) They've got you bugged...
They're gonna find you. Faster than you can say "Back Rodgers".
(quickly) And don't bother shaking down your clothes -- the monitor is
embedded in your skull.
QUAIL (reeling) Who are you? What the hell is this?
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