That's the magical thing about this place. It's not Oxford; the kids probably won't go on to cure cancer or crack math mysteries; but I am blissfully free to do anything and everything I want: Frank Sinatra, The New York Times, Monty Python, Shakespeare, and now one of the great Arnold Schwarzenegger movies:
20 INT. REKALL - MEMORY STUDIO - DAY 20
Quaid sits in a "dentist's chair" in an office which is a
cross between an operating room and a sound mixing booth.
An IV tube is connected to the back of his hand, and he wears
a GREEN SURGICAL SMOCK over his street cloths.
ERNIE, a hyperactive young technician, lowers over Quaid's
head a burnished metal bowl at the end of an elbow arm. He
has the air of an acid-head who's still out there.
ERNIE
Just relax. First trip?
QUAID
Mm-hmm.
Ernie carefully aligns the complex scientific instrument and
locks it in place.
ERNIE
Don't worry. Things hardly ever fuck
up.
The door opens and a bird-like, middle-aged woman enters in a
stylish pants suit. DR. LULL is too skinny and her hair is
too red. She treats Quaid with impersonal conviviality.
DR. LULL
Good evening...
(checks video-chart)
Doug. I'm Dr. Lull.
QUAID
Nice to meet you.
Dr. Lull flips through Quaid's computer chart.
DR. LULL
Ernie, patch in matrix 62B, 37, and...
(looks at Quaid)
Would you like us to integrate some
alien stuff?
In quick succession, Dr. Lull runs through a series of
graphics on the computer screen representing "memory trip"
cassette covers. We see pictures of slimy green Martians.
QUAID
Two-headed monsters?
DR. LULL
Don't you keep up with the news? We're
doing alien artifacts now.
Dr. Lull and Quaid share a facetious smile.
QUAID
Sure. Why not?
The latest graphic appears on the screen: a sophisticated
archaeological dig inside a red cave. Dr. Lull crosses the
room to get another laser disk. She tosses it to Ernie, who
examines the cover art with interest before plugging it in.
ERNIE
That's a new one.
Dr. Lull fastens straps over Quaid to hold him in place and
makes perfunctory conversation.
DR. LULL
So, been married long?
QUAID
Eight years.
DR. LULL
I see. Slipping away for a little
hanky-panky.
QUAID
Not really. I've just always been
fascinated by Mars.
ERNIE
All systems go.
DR. LULL
(fastens last strap)
Then we're all set.
DR. LULL (CONT'D)
Ready for dream land?
Quaid nods and Dr. Lull shoots him in the neck with the
medicine gun.
DR. LULL (CONT'D)
I'll be asking you a few questions,
Doug, as we can fine tune the ego
program. Answer honestly, and you'll
enjoy yourself a whole lot more.
Quaid begins to feel the effects of the anaesthetic. Dr. Lull
checks his vital signs.
DR. LULL (CONT'D)
Your sexual orientation?
QUAID
Hetero.
DR. LULL
Hmmm.
(flips a switch)
And how do you like your women?
Quaid looks drowsily at a schematic female outline on a
computer screen. With each decision, the computer image
adjusts to correspond to Quaid's taste.
DR. LULL (CONT'D)
Blonde, brunette, redhead?
QUAID
Brunette.
DR. LULL
Slim, athletic, voluptuous?
The schematic figures fills out, her breasts expanding to
enormous size.
QUAID
(woozy)
Athletic.
The computer figure returns to more normal proportions.
DR. LULL
Demure, aggressive, sleazy? Be honest.
QUAID
Sleazy...and demure.
DR. LULL
(with certainty)
Forty-one A, Ernie.
Ernie inserts cassette 41A into his console. The computer
image seems very similar to the woman in Quaid's dream.
ERNIE
Boy, is he gonna have a wild time.
Won't wanna come back.
21 INT. MCCLANES OFFICE - DUSK 21
McClane is talking with another prospective client, a
spinsterish, middle-aged woman, MISS LONELYHEARTS.
MCCLANE
So, what do you say?
MISS LONEYHEARTS
I'm not so sure.
(complains)
But there won't be any souvenirs.
MCCLANE
Not true. For just a few credits more,
we supply T-shirts, snapshots of you
at the sights, and letters from the
handsome men you'll meet.
The VIDEOPHONE rings, and Dr. Lull appears on his screen.
DR. LULL (LIVE FEED)
Bob?
MCCLANE
(impatient)
What is it?
DR. LULL
You better get down here.
McClane rolls his eyes, as if in league with the customer
against the company.
MCCLANE
I'm with a very important client.
DR. LULL
Looks like another schizoid embolism.
Miss Lonelyhearts is scandalized. McClane stands and attempts
a reassuring smile.
MCCLANE
I'll be right back.
MISS LONELYHEARTS
Mr. McClane, Mr. McClane.
TIFFANY
Bob, what's wrong?
22 INT. REKALL - MEMORY STUDIO - DUSK 22
MCCLANE
(to Tiffany)
Don't let her leave.
McClane strides into the memory studio, ready to kick ass,
but he pulls up short at what he sees and hears.
Quaid shouts and thrashes about in the chair, violently
struggling to break the straps that hold him down. He's like
a different person: a caged animal.
QUAID
You're dead, all of you! You blew my
cover.
Terrified, Dr. Lull and Ernie keep a safe distance from Quaid.
McClane is merely aggravated.
MCCLANE
What the fuck is going on here?! You
can't install a simple goddamn double
implant?!
DR. LULL
It's not my fault. We hit a memory
cap.
QUAID
They'll be here any minute! They'll
kill you all!
MCCLANE
What's he talking about?
QUAID
Let me go!
McClane walks up to Quaid and examines his eyes.
MCCLANE
Mr. Quaid, try and calm down.
Quaid breaks the strap holding his right arm and grabs McClane
by the throat.
QUAID
(quietly menacing)
My name's not Quaid.
McClane, choking, tries to pry Quaid's hand from his neck,
but he can't loosen the iron grip.
QUAID
Untie me.
Ernie rushes over and unsuccessfully tries to wrestle Quaid's
arm down, using his full body weight. McClane's eyes are
bulging.
Dr. Lull frantically jabs a SYRINGE GUN into Quaid's thigh
and fires dose after does until Quaid's grip weakens and he
passes out.
McClane falls to the ground, gagging. Dr. Lull goes over
to help him.
DR. LULL
Are you all right?
McClane shoves her away and gasps for breath.
DR. LULL (CONT'D)
Listen to me! He's been going on and
on about Mars.
(frightened)
He's really been there.
MCCLANE
(raspy)
Use your head, you dumb bitch! He's
acting out the secret agent role from
his Ego Trip!
DR. LULL
(superior)
I'm afraid that's not possible.
MCCLANE
(condescending)
Why not?
DR. LULL
We haven't implanted it yet.
McClane falls silent. Suddenly he's terrified.
MCCLANE
Oh shit....Oh shit...
DR. LULL
I've been trying to tell you. Someone
erased his memory.
ERNIE
(hysterical)
Excuse me, someone? We're talking the
fucking Agency!
DR. LULL
Shut up!
TIFFANY
Bob, the client's gone.
WHACK! Dr. Lull SLAPS Ernie across the face. Her violent
act shocks everyone to silence, including herself. McClane
tries to think.
MCCLANE
Okay, this is what we're gonna do.
Renata, cover up any memory he has of
us or Rekall.
DR. LULL
I'll do what I can. It's getting messy
in there.
MCCLANE
Ernie, dump him in a cab. Around the
corner. Tiffany, you help him.
(Ernie nods)
I'll destroy his file and refund his
money.
(stands)
And if anybody comes asking...we've
never heard of Douglas Quaid.
DR. LULL
Come on...put his head in place.
They look at Quaid, sprawled unconscious in the chair.
[Excerpted from Total Recall script at http://www.bangkok.com/mypage/moviescripts/.]