Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2014 1 1 WOMAN: Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. (groans) (banging) (grunting) (panting) I cut the power. We've got about ten seconds before that alarm brings an entire team down here. Here. -We need to go. -Okay, go. (alarm blaring) Go. (grunts) (weapon blasting) -(grunts) -(rapid gunfire) (groans) (mechanical whirring) Okay, come on. Go! (rapid gunfire) (yells) (woman grunting) (whirring) (whooshing) -No! No! No! -(electrical buzzing) (deep whirring) Let go. You have to go now. -No. I won't leave you. -Let go. Look, I promise I'll find you. You have to go. -Go! Go! (grunts) -(yells) (screaming) (clicking, whirring) (grunts) (thunder rumbling) (panting) (distant siren wailing) (sighs) You have another nightmare? Yeah. Baby... what are we going to do with you? (sighing): I don't know. Do you want to talk about it? There's nothing to talk about. (faucet squeaks, water running) Same dream? Mm-hmm. Same dream. Same time. I'm trapped, being chased. Can't get away. And then I wake. And that's it? It's just you, nobody else? No. (sniffs) Just me. Is it me? Is what you? I don't know. You're alone. You can't get away. - Is it us? Do I make you feel trapped? -No. (chuckling): Babe... I know this isn't exactly what we had in mind when we were younger, but... This castle? (both chuckle) Who gets everything they fantasize about, right? I got you. Come here. It's just a dream. That's all it is. Okay? Well, we're going to have to get you some better dreams. Mmm. That would be nice. (beeping) Oh, come on. -Shit. -What is it? Another bombing in the UFB. Passenger train. Goddamn Resistance. I'm going to have to catch the 6:30 departure. They're calling all emergency personnel to go up top. I got to go. We'll pick this up tonight, okay? Try and get a little sleep. Sleep scares me. Well, dream of me. Okay. But not in these pants. MALE NEWSCASTER (voice-over): The bomb went off just moments after the commuters boarded. We are being told rescue teams are still searching for survivors. The death toll is at 144 and still rising. This marks the fourth attack in United Federation of Britain in as many months. And all signs point to terrorist leader Matthias and his Resistance movement. MATTHIAS: The UFB exploits us. The workers of The Colony deserve equality. The Fall enslaves us all. Chancellor Cohaagen pointed to this as proof that Matthias does not seek a peaceful path to independence for The Colony, but rather a prolonged and bloody conflict. And with overpopulation figures in the UFB continuing to rise, this could not come at a worse time. You'll recall the last attack occurred six weeks ago. Federal police have since attributed that bombing to Carl Hauser, a former intelligence officer turned traitor now considered to be Matthias's right-hand man. No word yet as to whether Hauser had a role in this morning's incident. (distant dog barking, rain pattering) (distant siren wailing) (low chatter) WOMAN (over speaker): Going somewhere? No? Well, don't let that stop you. That fantasy that remains forever out of reach? Not any more. At Rekall, we'll provide you with a complete set of memories all your own. Rekall. We can remember it for you. WOMAN (over speaker): All passengers, please report to your designated gates. This is the final boarding call for the 7:15 departure. MAN: Wake up to the truth! Cohaagen is counting on your complacency. Don't let them ship you across the Earth like cattle. Come on, move. Matthias speaks the truth! The Fall enslaves us all! Hey, buddy. You look like shit, man. Thanks. No offense. I feel like shit. None taken. I ain't sleeping so well, man. WOMAN (over speaker): Hola. Privyet. Welcome to The Fall. 7:21 a.m. Travel time to United Federation of Britain: 17 minutes. Dropping in 60 seconds. (grunts) Has it ever occurred to you that we always sit in these exact same seats? For years now-- why? I don't know. They're seats. We have asses. Seems like the logical thing to do. I'm talking about us following the same routine, all right, day after day, year after year without even questioning it. Want to switch it up? No sweat. WOMAN (over speaker): Please make sure all personal belongings are stored below your seat before departure. (sighs) Oh, yeah. Much more happening on this side. Good call. -Dick. -The Fall dropping in four, three, two, one. Have a nice day. (clanking and whirring) Despite recent talks between Chancellor Cohaagen and The Colony's governor, the Chancellor has announced that he will be stopping all humanitarian aid to The Colony in light of this morning's bombing. As much as I want to focus our efforts on cleaning up The Colony, today's terrorist attacks means that funding will have to go to bolstering our synthetic federal police force. The protection of our citizens will always come first. COMPUTER: Approaching core. Please prepare for gravity reversal. (clunking) (whooshing) (keys clinking) (clunking) (siren wailing) MAN (over speaker): Security elevated to level three. Please remain in scanners until cleared. Looks like that bomb set off a hell of a panic up here. MAN (over speaker): Identification documents must be in hand and ready to present to the security officer before entering the screening area. WOMAN (over speaker): All factory personnel must enter through security gate 12. -Hey, what do you know about Rekall? -That mind-altering shit? -Yeah. Do yourself a favour, Doug-- stay away from them. Why is that? Remember Travis from shift three? Travis... Went to Rekall for his bachelor party. Wanted to be king of Mars or some shit. I'd like to go to Mars. Got himself lobotomized. -You believe those stories? -About Rekall? -Yeah. Yeah, I do. Come on. You never thought about it, just a little bit? I don't need to think about it. Don't mess with your mind, man. It ain't worth it. MAN: All right, all right, listen up. Maybe I need my mind messed with. -We're starting double shifts again. -(workers protesting) -Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Don't blame me. I don't want to be here any longer than you do, okay? They've increased the production of police synthetics thanks to that shit this morning, so... so take all your complaints to Chancellor Cohaagen. Now, which one of you fine, upstanding assholes wants to train the new guy? -Huh? -(workers grumbling) -Hey. (machinery whirring and clanking) (electrical buzzing) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't hold it like that. Hold it here. If you hold it there and the synth shorts, one of those bolts will shoot straight through your hand. No shit, huh? No shit. Easier ways to get a day off. Thanks. Hey, you know, your friend was wrong, by the way. About Rekall. -What, you've done it? -(chuckles) Been three times already. Really? Best memories I have. A whole lot better than this shit. Hey. Ask for Mac. Okay? You're going to thank me. MAN (over speaker): Douglas Quaid, please report to factory operations. (knocks) Hey. Any word? Matter of fact, I just heard. Come on. (chuckling): Don't leave me hanging. They're going with someone from the outside. Look, as far as I'm concerned, you're ten times more qualified than this asshole -they're bringing in. -What is it, then? I mean, come on, Marks. I've been killing myself the last quarter-- all those extra hours I've been doing. I'm exceeding my quota. Come on, man, you know how it is. You're from The Colony; he's UFB. He's got a fancy education and all the right connections. Right. Right. Come on, you're saying I'm stuck on the assembly line? I'm going to lose my mind. I'm really sorry, Doug. I've done all I could do. All right. Thanks for trying. (sighs) MAN (over speaker): Gates nine through 18 now closed. (distant siren wailing) (electronic trilling) (thunder rumbling) (rain pattering) (horn honking, indistinct chatter) (thunder rumbling) Right, finally. Cheers. Salud. -Hey, buddy. -Hey. -How you holding up? I've been better. Lori working tonight? Yeah. Hey, Murray-- same. (piano plays soft jazz tune) 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. (laughs) (clears throat) I've been having these dreams. Dreams? Yeah, uh, feels... like I'm doing something... um, something... something that matters, something important, you know? (chuckling): Nope, not so much. You don't think what we do is important? Really? Come on, Harry. We commute halfway around the world for shit jobs, for shit pay, to come to this shit bar and get drunk on too much shit beer. No offense, 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 shit up for good. (chuckles): It's possible I might have drank too much. (laughs) Yeah, it's possible, Harry. I'm going to go throw up on something now. -Okay. -And you're going to get your shit together and go home, you hear me? Yeah, I think everyone heard you, Harry. Night, Dougie. Good night. 1 (dubstep music plays) (trilling) WOMAN: Seem like you're looking for something. Is it this? Anything goes here. Trust me, baby, you're gonna wish you had three hands. (chuckles) I'm looking for Rekall. You know where I can find it? Stairway to heaven, over there. Thank you. (women whispering, giggling) 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. (keypad beeps) He's right inside. Thanks. Remember to have a good time. MAC: Welcome. Hey. You're a friend of Marek's. Mare-- Yes. Yeah, we-we, uh, 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? (sighs) 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. (chuckles): Listen, I get it. I get it. You're here because you feel like something's missing. You got some tug, some longing for something more. (whispers): We're going to give you that thing. Is that right? Could be something you could never afford to do. Hmm? 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 adrenalin, 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. Ooh, maybe you work for Cohaagen. Or why limit yourself? Why not both? (beeping) 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, uh, 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. (trilling) WOMAN: 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. -(alarm beeping) -What? Shit. Shit? What is it? What's wrong? Yank that needle out before it takes. (groans) What's wrong? -You lied. -Lied about what? -Son of a bitch. -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?! -Whoa! Why?! Federal police! Federal police! On your feet now! This is all a mistake! It's all... (panting) I'm nobody. I'm nobody. Hands on your head now! Okay. (gun clicks) Holy shit. (indistinct radio transmissions) MAN: Go! Move, move, move! Federal police! (keypad beeping, lock clicks) (indistinct radio transmissions) Team one, have you (over radio): secured the suspect? Team one, advise. Let me know what's going on in there. Stevens, get an eyeball in there now. (beeping rapidly) (high-pitched electrical whine) (grunts softly) (beeping steadily) (beeping rapidly) Shit. They're all down. He's all alone! Let's punch it. (beeping) (rapid gunfire) SENTRY: Fall back! Fall back! Cover the exit! (grunting) (rapid gunfire) (woman screams in distance) (indistinct radio transmissions) (grunts) (dog barking) MAN: Look around. As the Favourites come out, it begins. Working as the Dream team. Nice! Ah. The flirt. Classic! Cadbury Favourites. FEMALE NEWSCASTER: 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. (panting) -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? (whispers): 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? What with, 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-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 assholes 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. Shh. It's okay, we'll figure it out. I'm sorry. (grunts) (choking): Lori, I can't breathe. Come on. (grunting) What the hell are you doing?! Lori, what the...?! Lori, what the...?! (grunts) (dog barking in distance) Lori, goddamn it, what are you doing?! My job. Are you crazy?! Am I crazy? That's a good one, Doug. Considering you don't even know who the hell you are. Do you really believe a factory worker could take out an entire room of highly trained men? (sirens wailing in distance) (pots clattering) Tell me what is going on. Talk! Or we can skip straight to "Until death do us part." I'm not your wife. That's bullshit. We've been married seven years. I'm UFB police intel, assigned to play your wife. Six weeks ago, I didn't even know you. (grunts) What are you talking about? It's true. Your memory was replaced, your mind was implanted with a life you think you've lived. You keeping up, baby? There is no Douglas Quaid; there never was. Are you saying I don't...? This... Every-- our marriage...? What can I say? I give good wife. Come on. Deep down, did you really believe someone like me would marry someone like you, live in this shithole? If I'm not me, then who the hell am I? How would I know? I just work here. Speculate. If I had to guess, all the trouble Cohaagen's taken to hide you from the Resistance, you must be fairly important. And with your skill set, I think it's highly doubtful you're his gardener. C-Cohaa... Cohaagen's trying to hide me? W... Why are you trying to kill me? Talk! Call it seven-year itch, Doug. Oh. And by the way, you haven't even begun to see me try to kill you! (people gasping) (screams) Shit. Team three, break position. I need you on-site now. (grunts) (dog barking in distance) (grunts) (gunfire) (grunts) (woman screams) (woman screams) (baby crying) (grunts) (gasps) (indistinct radio transmissions) (woman screams) Shit. (people gasping) (people screaming) Shit. I want his phone back on the grid now. (people gasping) (grunts) Move! (indistinct radio transmissions) (sirens wailing in distance) 1 (steady beeping) (steady beeping continues) -(beep) -MAN: Hello? Hello? Hello. It's Hammond. I don't know any Hammond. Oh, shit. You said this might happen. Look, find a piece of glass. Put your hand to it. Do it now. They really did a number on you, didn't they? Who the hell are you? You honestly don't remember any of it, do you? No. No, I don't. Remember what? How do you know me? We worked at federal intel together. Look, there isn't much time. You said to me that if you ever pop back on the grid, I was to phone this number. The grid? Your phone. It's been reactivated. How do you think they've been tracking you? Look, you asked me to give you a message, so I'm giving it to you. Get the key. -The key? What is the key? -You said you'd know. Yeah, well, I don't! So tell me what it is. Look, I know we were close, but this is getting too dangerous. If they find out I've contacted you, I'll be... Just... just tell me what's going on. All right, who is it you think I am? Look, there isn't any time. If I were you, I'd get rid of that phone. -All right? Now. -How can I get rid of the phone? It's in my goddamn hand. How am I... Hey, wait. 10549. 10549. Come on. (grunting) (people murmuring) Holy shit. What is that? Where can I get one? - Whoa! What the hell? -Yo, come on. Hey, Robo-dick, that's mine! (bleeping) WOMAN (over speaker): Going somewhere? No? Well, don't let that stop you. That fantasy that remains forever out of reach? Not any more. At Rekall, we'll provide you with a complete set of memories all your own. Rekall. We can remember it for you. (siren whoops) (indistinct radio transmissions) Quaid must've known we'd be tracking it. How the hell would he have known that? (phone beeping steadily) Oh, shit. He made you look like a fool. He'd had major tactical training, sir. I wasn't made aware of that. How the hell did he get activated? An agent in place told me he'd gone to Rekall. I sent a team in, but his memory implant had been blown before they could get to him. He's clearly regaining some memory fragments. I'm 15 minutes behind him. No lethal force. I want him alive, do you understand? Who the hell is this guy, sir? Take me off display. Line is secure. Are you fucking kidding me? Why is he still alive? Yes, sir. -We kill him on sight. -But the Chancellor said... -I'm sorry, say again? -Sorry. -The Chancellor's not here on the ground. Believe me, if that target's given even half a chance, he will end us. If you see him, you shoot to kill. Is that understood? I keep telling you, that's my phone. The guy gave it to me, I swear. Where was he going? Who? The man that gave it to you. Lady, do I look like a psychic? How the hell do I know? All I'm saying is that phone is my personal property now, okay? I know my rights, so all you can... (gasping) -Hey! -(people murmuring) (gasping) When you've got your breath back, you're going to tell me everything that man said to you, starting from the beginning. Who are you? I'm his wife. Can I help you, sir? Yeah, I have a safety-deposit box here. It's 10549. (beeping quietly) Okay. This way, please. You can use any one of these client rooms. And I'll just be outside, if you need me. Thanks. (beeping quietly) (beeps) (static hisses) (panting) QUAID: They're gonna be coming for me any second, so I need to make this quick. Okay, you're going to find this hard to believe... (gasps softly) ...but you're not the person you think you are now. If you're watching this, it means I failed to escape. It means, it means they succeeded in giving you a new name, a new identity and a new set of memories-- everything, everything. Anything you think you know about your life-- it's not real. You have to believe me. The most important thing for you to do now... (banging on door) ...is get to my apartment! Get to my apartment! 549 Hysperion, Block D. I want to tell you more, but I can't trust you yet. My only hope is, if you are me, you found the key and you know what to do with it. You found the key and know what to do with it! What key? What key? What key?! Good luck, buddy. What...?! (static hisses) Come on, come on. Come on. (beeps) 1 MAN (over speaker): Passengers may proceed to security screening. Please have your identification documents ready. Hold it! Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to step through the scanner again, please. How long are you here? Two weeks. Are you a citizen of The Colony? Yes. How long is your stay? Three days. What is your business in the UFB? Thank you. Excuse me? (voice distorted): Three days. Yes. Thank you. -That's him! -What the...? (grunts) (people clamouring) -Everybody down! -(people screaming) (grunts) Eastside exit! (people clamouring, sentries shouting) We've alerted all units outside. How the hell did he get a weapon past the scanner? He didn't. Perfect. (indistinct radio transmissions) Move, move, move, move! (grunts) (people murmuring) -Clear, clear! Move! -Alert 6246. -Hey! MAN (over speaker): All units, take position. He's headed up to I-19. Move it! (grunts) (cars whooshing) Get in! Now! (sirens approaching) I can't believe it's you. You recognize me? I don't know. Wait. Do you know who I am? I have been looking for you everywhere. Suddenly, you show up on all the police scanners. (sirens wailing) Oh, shit. Hold on. You really don't remember me? No. I've seen you before, but it's... It's okay. It's okay. I can explain everything. (sirens wailing) MAN (over radio): Central 99, air support has visual on the suspect traveling north on Interstate 19. Oh, shit. Lori. Who? It's my wife. You're married? It's safe to say we're separated. (gasps) (rapid gunfire) (grunts) (indistinct radio transmissions) (grunts) Here, you drive! (grunts) MAN (over radio): Suspect is headed to suspension level three. Repeat, he has headed to suspension three. AV-81, he's headed eastbound on Wellington. I want you there before he is, do you copy? MAN (over radio): Copy that, 905. All vehicle and air support, proceed to Wellington. Establish a barricade in zone 217. Central, I want all units to maintain their perimeter. Drive him into that barricade. Do not allow him any room for evasion. Is that clear? MAN (over radio): Copy that, 905. All vehicles, hold position. QUAID: Oh, shit. Shit. COMPUTER: Warning-- mag suspension cannot be disengaged while vehicle is in operation. (alarm beeping) What the hell are you doing? You're gonna need your seat belt on! Warning-- mag suspension cannot be disengaged while vehicle is in op... (electricity crackles) MAN (over radio): They've got a lock on the vehicle. Are they clear to engage? -You are clear to engage. -Got it? -No, no! -You got it? -Yes! Shit! (wind whistling softly) COMPUTER: Welcome. Operating systems activated. (people screaming) (tyres screech) (grunts) (panting) (sirens wailing in distance) (beep, lock clicks) (beeps) (gun clicks) (playing piano) (playing classical music) (music stops) (resumes classical music) (key thuds, music stops) (key thudding quietly) (whispers): The key, the key, the key. (key clicks) (resumes classical music) (quiet beeping) (keys click, electrical humming) 1 I'm recording this message as a fail-safe, so if you're watching this now, it means you're in some seriously deep shit. But the good news is you made it here, which means my instincts are right. Somewhere inside of you, you're still me. My name-- your name is Carl Hauser. Oh, shit. This recording has limited interactive capabilities. Please rephrase the question. You work with Matthias. Yes. But I've never met the man. Hardly anyone has. I was given a direct order by Cohaagen to infiltrate the Resistance and kill Matthias. But then, I met a woman. And she opened my eyes. And she showed me the Resistance are the ones I should be fighting for, not against. You mean the terrorists. Listen, the Resistance are not terrorists. They just want equality for The Colony. And freedom. Those bombings in the UFB-- they're being orchestrated by Cohaagen himself. Trust me, he was my commanding officer in the war. I know exactly what this asshole is capable of. Why would he attack his own people? I don't understand. To justify building a bigger army of synthetics. Don't you get it? He's gonna invade The Colony. The UFB is running out of living space. Cohaagen's going to level the entire Colony and rebuild. Then he'll simply replace the workers with synthetics. Innocent people will die. But we can stop him, you and me. What do you mean, me? There's a way to shut down all the synthetics. There's a kill code. All right, it's a long, complex sequence, but I got a look at it. Which means it's still somewhere in my mind. In your mind. Matthias will know how to get it out. You need to get to Matthias. It's the only chance we have of stopping the invasion. Take it from the one person who knows you even better than you do. I know you can do this. I've done a lot of wrong in my life. This is the chance to do something right. Millions of lives are in your hands. (chuckles softly) Good luck, buddy. You have got to be kidding me. This can't be happening. Shouldn't have come here. Yeah, I know. I had no choice. I know that this is a lot to take. Yeah, it's a lot to take. Yeah, I'm supposed to believe this? It's the truth. Hauser, we have been looking for you. Don't call me... My name is Doug Quaid. I was born August 29. All right, I was raised by mother. She died of cancer ten days before my 15th birthday. I married my girlfriend when I was 29! You were born April 29. You were raised by your father, not your mother. He died before you were 15, but in a car crash. And believe me, you were most definitely not married. I'm sorry. You know what? None of this makes any sense to me. I'm Doug Quaid, that's all I know. You recognized me. From a dream. I-I recognize you from a dream. It wasn't a dream. It was a memory. That scar on your hand-- how do you think you got it? Do you know? (sighs) I got it at work. I was trying to help you escape, but I was too late. You grabbed on to me and a bullet tore through your hand and mine. (gasps softly) You must remember something. And you and I, we were...? Yeah. (vehicle approaching) We got to go. We got to go. (man speaking indistinctly over bullhorn) (siren whoops) Shit. Come on, come on. HARRY: Doug! Harry? Harry, what are you doing here? They sent me in for you. To talk you down. Who sent you in? Doug... you don't get it. I don't mean they sent me in here. I mean, they sent me into your mind. I need you to listen to me. You're suffering what's called a paranoid dissociative break. What are you talking about? You're not really here, Doug. You're still back at Rekall, strapped to a chair. None of this is real. -Back at Rekall? -He's lying. -Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! He's lying! Just slow down. Harry, what are you talking about? They chemically transfused me into your mind. They thought a familiar face might help-- to try and bring you back before it's too late and you're trapped here forever. Do not listen to them. They're just trying to recover what's in your head. Lori? -What's she doing here? -She's here, too, Doug. What's she doing here?! She's in the room, beside you, holding your hand right now, worried sick. It's her presence you're sensing. -She's tr... she's trying to kill me! -No. -Harry! -Not the real Lori, Doug. As soon as I told her what was happening at Rekall, she came straight over. I had to call her at work. She loves you, Doug. Lori didn't work... last night, Harry. You're lying. You're lying. Why are you lying to me? Only because you wanted me to. (sighs) You're clinging to the delusion. He's lying! Whoa-whoa-whoa! Whoa! Whoa. Harry? Harry. I swear to God, put it down. Harry, what are you doing? Harry, what are you doing?! This is not a delusion! No? Okay, fine. Tell you what. Is that proof enough for you? Would I have done that if this were for real? He's trying to manipulate you into giving yourself up! We got to get out of here. And go where? There's no getting out of your own head, Doug. But you can escape this nightmare if you let me help you. -Help me how? -Don't listen to him. -How can you help me? (sighs): Don't listen to him. You have to shoot her, Doug. What, now? I know that's asking a lot, but she's at the epicentre of this whole... twisted fantasy of yours. -Hauser... -Which is why it would mean nothing if we were to kill her. It's you who has to choose reality. You shoot her, Doug, and I promise you, you will gasp awake and find me sitting in the room beside you. loving wife. She wants you back, Doug. We both do. That's right, Doug. Come on back. Come on back, Doug. Whoa. I can't let them take you away. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. (panting) Of course she can't do it. She's not real. Now you just need to prove it to yourself. End her, Doug. End this nightmare. Shoot her! Kill her, damn it! Shoot! (gasps) Jesus Christ. Goddamn it, Harry! Are you okay? LORI: You still out there, baby? (panting) Or I suppose I should be calling you Hauser. I guess the joke's on me. I really thought you were a loser. greatest intelligence agent alive. Cohaagen still wants you back, you know. Guess he still has faith in you. But then you always were the favourite. All we heard at the agency was how brilliant Carl Hauser was. But I know what you are. You're a traitor, Hauser. And traitors get put to death! (whispers): Come on, come on, come on. So you might want to give your little girlfriend a kiss good-bye. Long as she doesn't mind where those lips have been. (grunts) Oh, that's it, I'm ending this bitch. Shit, I'm out. Come on! Come on! Go! Whoa. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Come on. Shit. Go! There. Oh, shit. (rapid gunfire) (gasps) (grunts) Give me the gun. (grunts) Track him. (beeping) Grab my arm! (grunting) (elevator clanks) (grunts) -Is this going down? -(elevator bell dings) -No? COMPUTER: Level D-14. (rapid gunfire) (people screaming) (mechanical whirring) (grunts) (crackling) (beeping) (beeping continues) Shit. Come on. Come on. Wait, wait. Go! (grunts) (both panting) You really know how to pick 'em. Come on. MAN (over speaker): Passage on The Fall requires a current transit visa. If you do not have a current transit visa, please visit the information office. MALE NEWSCASTER (over speaker): The Resistance leader has been in hiding for over six months. In the wake of these latest attacks, federal police have uncovered alarming new evidence proving what many in the Cohaagen administration have long suspected: that Matthias and his terrorist movement are being funded by The Colony's governor and his district's organization. And we're now hearing unconfirmed reports of military mobilization. Sources close to the Chancellor will neither -confirm nor deny the reports. -Jesus. The Resistance leader has been... We've got to get you to Matthias. How the hell do we find him? There's a way. Come on. (gate squeaking) (dog barking) (whooshing, clunking) (barking, growling) You sure you can trust him? Yes. I'm sure. Welcome home. Yeah. (rattling) (engine whooshes) (keypad beeping) (whooshing) COMPUTER: Airlock sealed. Cohaagen scours UFB and The Colony every day looking for Matthias. The reason they can't find him is he's not there. After the wars, no one would be crazy enough to come out here. Everyone stays out of the No Zone. Makes sense. -Hey. -Hey. Almost there. You okay? Huh? Yeah, I'm... Everyone seems to know me... but me. It's strange. (laughs) Yeah. I can see he meant a lot to these guys. Yeah. He gave us the upper hand. And some of us were really able to see the best in him. What if the best is gone? I'm sorry. Hauser wasn't perfect, you know. Could be a real asshole sometimes. You're just trying to make me feel better. Maybe. -It's working. -(chuckles) (door closes, lock clicks) (air whooshing) MAN: Clear. (buzzer sounds) He wants to see him alone. Don't go too far. Okay. MATTHIAS: Mr. Hauser. What is it you want? I want to help you. (chuckles softly) That is not the only reason you're here. (laughs) I want to remember. Why? So I can be myself, be who I was. It is each man's quest to find out who he truly is, but the answer to that lies in the present, not in the past. As it is for all of us. But the past tells us who we've become. The past is a construct of the mind. It blinds us. It fools us into believing it. But the heart wants to live in the present. Look there. You'll find your answer. I am told you have information that may save us all. I am told the same. (electronic trilling) (whooshing) (whooshing) (grunting) The firewall to the memory banks. We're in. (panting) There. You see? Jesus. Can you retrieve it? It's encrypted. What is this? (whooshing) (clunking, whirring) Hello, Matthias. You can't imagine how much I've been looking forward to seeing you again. It's been far too long. You know, you're a very hard man to find. -It's a trap. -Shut it all down! -Secure all entrances! (yells) MAN: Move! Move! -(rapid gunfire) -(man groans) -(groans) -MAN: Go, go, go! (gasps) (groans) (yells) Get him out of here! (mechanical whirring) Gun down now! Now! 1 Well done. It's impressive. Oh. You'll be interested to know that... there is no kill code. It was a fake. You're lying. Sorry. It was the only way to get to you. All this trouble for one man. Oh, never underestimate the power of one man. I know I don't. No! No! No! (gasping) No. -Lieutenant? -MAN: It's all here, sir. Matthias's defensive plans, troop numbers and location coordinates on every Resistance outpost in The Colony. The first wave of attack is already underway. Brilliant. Congratulations, my friend. Get him up, please. Up, up, up. You did it. (panting) You're a hero. What are you talking about? Matthias is dead, The Colony is about to fall, and it's all thanks to you. (Cohaagen laughing) It was just brilliant. What better than a double agent who doesn't realize he is one? (grunts) (laughing) There it is. The old Hauser spirit. You're going to need that. Granted, there were a few hiccups along the way-- you popping your memory cap at Rekall, for instance. That wasn't good. And then there was your lovely wife, who strayed from her directive. Look at me. She was ordered to bring you back alive. I'll deal with that later. But... you led us here, Hauser. You helped us win this, and for that, I'm going to give you a second chance. What do you mean? -No. -QUAID: What are you doing? What are you...? (grunts) What are you doing?! Bringing back the old you. We made sure to back up Hauser's memory before we sent him in there. Before he became corrupted. No. Just think of it. In a few hours, you'll awake, and you will be the old Hauser once again. Loyal. Patriotic. Ruthless. Now, what to do with you? I think we keep her. Leave her out of this. I think the world will be very interested to hear the confession of Matthias's lieutenant. Never. QUAID: Cohaagen! You'll be very surprised to see how good Hauser is at beating a confession out of someone. Goddamn you, Cohaagen. You have me. Let her go. Let her go! Melina. Just try to relax. It'll all be over soon, I promise you. We'll be reunited very soon. In the meanwhile... I have an invasion to lead. I wish I could forget that easily. Lori. Sweet dreams. (whirring) (panting) (grunting) Hold him still, Hammond. (device whirring) Do me a favour, asshole. Fight it as much as possible. Hurts more that way. (grunting and groaning) (panting) Jesus, Hammond. FEMALE NEWSCASTER (voice-over): Suspected reports of military mobilization in the UFB have now been confirmed. But what was thought to be an operation to uproot terrorist leader Matthias appears to be on the scale of a full military invasion. MALE NEWSCASTER: An estimated 50,000 armed troops can be seen boarding The Fall, preparing to deploy for The Colony. The governor has issued a level-three alert to all districts of The Colony. (panicked clamouring) (indistinct radio transmission) COHAAGEN: Have the latest mission profiles been programmed into all our troops? Being distributed to all squadron commanders as we speak. Excellent. When do we depart? As soon as you give the order, sir. You have it. And find someplace for her, will you? (whirring, beeping) (electronic trilling) (grunting) (panting, grunting) COMPUTER: Bay three access granted. MAN (over radio): We are a go on Code 310. Citizens of The Colony are to be considered hostile. Program all synthetics to use lethal force. Repeat, citizens of The Colony are to be considered hostile. We are a go on Code 310. (door sliding open) (rumbling) (whirring) (clunking) (beeping) (whooshing) (beeping) (indistinct radio transmission) (electrical buzzing) (electrical buzzing) -Are you all right? -Yeah. We got to get off this thing. Now. COMPUTER: Damage report in bay six. -Are you ready? -Yeah. COMPUTER: All emergency personnel, please report to bay six. COMPUTER: Prepare for gravity shift. Drop your weapons! Now! Right now! Lieutenant, we've secured the prisoners attempting escape on level nine. The prisoner in bay six was just caught attempting escape. She was with a second individual-- male. That's him. Deal with it. Come on. And the bag. Do it. (indistinct radio transmission) (indistinct radio transmission) (groans) (groans) (bullets clanking) (gunfire stops) COMPUTER: Entering core. (whooshing) (gasps) It's okay. They're in stasis. Okay. (whooshing) Shit. COMPUTER: Attention-- emergency hatch cannot deploy -while in zero gravity. -What are you doing? Hauser, these doors don't open for a reason. We'll wait till it passes the core. Then we go. (door lock clicking) QUAID: Shit. COMPUTER: Gravity reversing. Come on. (grunting) (screaming) Take this. (ratcheting, Quaid grunting) COMPUTER: Hatch deployed. Commencing deceleration. Go! -Move! -Hatch deployed. COMPUTER: Commencing deceleration. They're headed topside. What?! I'm going after them. COHAAGEN: Lori, no. If they make it up top, I will deal with them. Just make sure those troops are activated and off-loaded the moment we arrive. Hauser is not stopping this invasion. Do you understand me? (beeps) Follow them. 1 (panting) (whooshing) (gasps) Shit. We got to get to the aircraft bay. (bleeps) Come on. Go. (gunshot, Quaid grunts) No! Hauser! (grunting) (gunfire, Melina cries out) (yells, grunting) Secure him! (pained grunting) (metallic clacking) (whooshing) MALE NEWSCASTER: Government officials have issued a Colony-wide state of emergency. All civilians are to evacuate their homes immediately and head to the nearest No Zone shelters outside The Colony borders. -(panicked clamouring) -Officials are urging everyone to comply with the evacuation orders. Continued bombings on Resistance holdouts... (clamouring) (mechanical whirring) COMPUTER: The Fall secured. Bays three through 87 now armed and active. Let's get them on the move now. (cries out in pain) (grunting) (mechanical whirring) You really are a disappointment, Hauser. (yells) (grunts) I'm afraid it's time to erase those memories for good. Good-bye, old friend. (high-pitched whine) (deep rumbling) (mechanical whirring) COMPUTER: Weapon systems activated. (gasps) (glass breaking) (grunts) (whirring) COMPUTER: Ammo chamber is empty. Come on. (crackling) (powering down) (sighs, grunts) (indistinct radio transmission) (bleeping) (panting) (gasping) (blade unsheathing) (cries out) (bones crunching, Quaid cries out) (whirring) -Weapons systems reloading. -Shit, come on. You really thought that would stop an entire invasion? (breathlessly): No, but I think this will. (beeping) (beeping) (booming explosion) (grunts) (booming explosion) (grunting) (bones cracking, Cohaagen screams) (beeping) (booming explosion) (grunts) (metallic groaning) (grunting) Look at you. You're still fighting and you don't even know who you are. (panting): I may not remember who I was but I know who I am. (grunting) (low grunt) (groans) (panting): Say hello to my wife for me. (metallic groaning) Come on! Run! (Melina yells) (grunts) (deep, metallic groaning) Come on. Come on! (metallic groaning) (panting) Go! (metallic snapping) (Melina yells) (deep, metallic groaning) (crashing boom) (crashing, whooshing) (whooshing) (people exclaiming, murmuring) (whooshing) (people murmuring) What is it? It'll be fine. (people chattering excitedly) (metallic creaking) (gasping) (sniffs) (groans softly) (groans) (grunting) Hey, hey. Hey, wake up. Wake up, wake up, wake up. Come on. Come on, come on. Hey, wake up. Hey! (distant): Come on, wake up. Wake up. (distant, indistinct) (distant sirens wailing) MAC (voice-over): Tell us your fantasy. We'll give you the memory. HARRY (voice-over): Don't mess with your mind, man. It ain't worth it. MAC (voice-over): Secret agent. That's you. Right? (machine pulsing rhythmically) Hi. Hey. Hey. Are you okay? Yeah. We did it. (yells) -(gasping) -Hey! There's no scar on your hand. Hey, hey! Come on! (grunts) (groans) (machine whirring) Did you think I'd let you leave without a kiss good-bye? "Till death do us part," right, baby? -(machine whirring) -That's right. (Lori grunts) (grunts) SENTRY: Drop the weapon now! SENTRY 2: It's all right. It's him. -You okay, sir? -Yeah. -You sure? We've got a medic down in here. (low, indistinct talking) Oh, my God. Thank you. MALE NEWSCASTER: People are spilling into the streets all across The Colony celebrating what many hope will finally be a path to an independent nation. FEMALE NEWSCASTER: A new page in history has been turned as the invasion so many feared ended with the destruction of The Fall, a long-time symbol of economic and political oppression. No word yet on the fate of Chancellor Cohaagen, but we are being told that he perished along with his forces. Jesus Christ. I know. It's hard to believe, isn't it? Hey, you all right? Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. You sure? (laughing) www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2014