Screen Story and Screenplay
Ronald Shusett and Dan O'Bannon
Ronald Shusett and Steven Pressfield
1 EXT. DESERT - DAY
All we can see, filling the entire frame is a flame-orange
sky...almost like the sky from the burning of Atlanta in
"Gone with the Wind".
SUPERIMPOSE: Presenter credit.
PAN DOWN lower and lower until we see the terrain below...
the desert. There is no vegetation whatever, just sand and
odd-shaped rock formations. The air is filled with red dust,
which alternately obscures and then reveals the image.
CAMERA MOVES FORWARD optically - enlarging the film grain in
OPENING CREDITS BEGIN.
ANOTHER SHOT of a barren landscape, once more with bizarre
rocks. Dust. Sound of wind. CAMERA MOVES FORWARD again.
ANOTHER LANDSCAPE, but this time, in the distance are some
enormous plastic domes. Sunlight striking them and reflect-
ing causes brilliant rainbows. CAMERA optically tracks
toward the dome, seen in tantalizingly indistinct fashion
through the red dust. DISSOLVE...
ANOTHER ANGLE, and, in the distance, on the horizon of the
arid landscape is a huge SPHINX-LIKE STRUCTURE. (It is
reminiscent of the Egyptian sphinx, but both body and face,
though gargoyle-like, are different in design.) There are
some large pyramids not far from the sphinx. CAMERA MOVES
optically FORWARD. DISSOLVE.
CAMERA is much closer to the sphinx and is directly in front.
It moves (combination of zoom and optical printer move)
towards the eyes, which appear to be red gems.
As CAMERA APPROACHES one of the eyes, it appears to be
stained red glass, as in a temple. Suddenly there is a
terrific explosion and the glass shatters into millions of
fragments which hurtle toward the camera...
2 INT. CATACOMB BELOW "SPHINX" - DAY
A MAN wearing a LIGHTWEIGHT THERMAL SUIT is RUNNING THROUGH
THIS LABYRINTH of TUNNELS. The GROUND TREMBLES under him,
as if in an earthquake. We cannot clearly make out his face,
especially since he wears some kind of BREATHING APPARATUS
over a portion of it.
The surface of the tunnel's "walls" is curious; the walls
are, again, bright reddish orange, and a composite of two
different substances: rough-textured, clay-like material
and red quartz, which glistens like crystal.
The man throws a backward glance over his shoulder, fear-
fully, as he runs. His HANDS are SPLATTERED with BLOOD.
Because of this, the RED GLOW, the air of FEAR to the man,
and the GROUND HEAVING and BUCKLING, there is almost a
SATANIC suggestion to the scene.
Suddenly, up AHEAD of the man, there appears a BRILLIANT
WHITE LIGHT. He SEES IT, and runs even faster towards it.
We are ALMOST UP TO THE LIGHT, and we SEE HANDS REACHING
OUT OF THE LIGHT TOWARDS US... that seem to beckon him to
ABRUPTLY, the ENTIRE SCREEN GOES RED, BUT IN REVERSE NEGATIVE;
with YELLOW LAYOVERS. (So that all the images we see --
ENTIRE FRAME -- are small YELLOW AREAS diffused on a RED
BACKGROUND.) It is much like looking at a tableau made out
of molten lava.
SUPERIMPOSE MAIN TITLE:
3 INT. BEDROOM IN SMALL APARTMENT - MORNING
DOUGLAS QUAIL and his wife KRISTEN, are asleep in bed.
Gradually the room lights BRIGHTEN. The CLOCK CHIMES and
begins SPEAKING in a soft, feminine voice.
Tick, tock, seven o'clock. Time
to rise and open your eyes.
They don't budge. Shortly, the clock CHIMES again.
Tick, tock, seven-oh-one. Time
to get up, the day had begun.
Quail's wife stirs. Maddeningly, the clock CHIMES a third
Tick, tock --
Quail reaches out and shuts the clock off. Then he sits up
He swings his legs out from under the covers and sits on the
edge of the bed. He puts on his glasses and sits, lost in
He is a good-looking but conventional man in his early
thirties. He seems rather in awe of his wife, who is
attractive and rather off-hand towards him.
Kirsten pulls on her robe, lights a cigarette, sits fishing
for her slippers.
I dreamed about Mars again... it
was bizarre, yet is was so real...
It's your time of the month again.
Quail looks at her quizzically.
At least once a month. Douglas
Quail's obsession. For twelve
years you've been talking about
People do go to Mars, you know.
That's right, Douglas. But not
you. Not us.
Quail looks crestfallen.
As it is, we can barely scrape by
on your lousy ten thousand a week.
She leaves the room. He meditates on what she said,
4 INT. KITCHENETTE - MORNING
Quail and Kirsten sit at a small table, eating breakfast.
On the WALL is projected the front page of a NEWSPAPER.
Drinking his coffee, Quail studies the wall with the air
of a man who had his "node stuck in a newspaper," ignoring
The newspaper headline reads: "RIOTING ON MARS OVER WATER
His wife is reading a different article: "Four Women Rape
Man in Park."
What do they expect ... the
way men dress these days ...
then they scream rape.
Quail is absorbed in his own paper and doesn't hear her.
You know -- let's really do it.
Rape men in the park?
No. Go to Mars.
Go to hell.
We can pool our savings and
I've got some sick leave
coming, besides my regular
...more of a half-wit. For
a start a war could break out
there any day ...
She gestures toward the TV screen where Martian police
are keeping protesters behind a barrier. Some have signs
reading "A FREE MARS", "DOWN WITH COHAAGEN", "EARTH - OUT"
That's just media talk. They're...
...just a minority. They're
Well, there's a lot of things
we need around here before
we waste our money on a trip
to Mars. We're broke. I'm
just a slave around this dump.
Now if you were capable of
finding a better job....
The kitchen clock chimes and talks.
It's now eight. You'll be
I'll be late!
He jumps up quickly from the table, picks up his coat and
briefcase, kisses KIRSTEN's perfunctorily offered cheek
4A EXT. CITY - EARLY MORNING
CAMERA TRACKS with Quail as he walks along the busy modern
street towards a subway station. Modern cars (out of focus)
pass noiselessly between the camera and Quail. There is a
plaintive tune being played on violin. Quail pauses and
gives a wad of notes to the aged violinist, then walks on
5 INT. SUBWAY STATION - EARLY MORNING
Quail enters the station. Everybody must pass through a
weapons check before proceeding to the platforms.
TWO ARMED GUARDS stand at either side, as commuters pass
through an electronic beam. On a screen, the entire body
of each person is seen in X-ray. All of them are clearly
carrying a gun in their inside coat pocket.
No weapon again, Mr. Quail?
I keep forgetting, Herb. They
Yeah? Well, it's the law,
Mr. Quail. Has been since
1990 they tell me. Tomorrow -
ya carry ya gun or ya get
GUARD gestures to his associate. They've obviously been
through this with Quail before.
Okay. Herb, okay.
Quail walks on to the track area. The train arrives.
Signs above each approaching car say "CAR FULL", "ROOM
FOR 10 PERSONS", etc. Quail goes to a carriage marked
6 INT. URBAN TRANSIT TRAIN - DAY
The doors open and the crowd surges on. Quail grabs a
seat. At intervals throughout the car are VIDEO MONITORS
on which a NEWS BROADCAST is showing.
-- more violence today from Mars's
strike-torn ore colonies --
Everyone ignores the broadcast -- except Quail, who perks
instantly at the word "Mars."
The NEWSCASTER is a young black man.
...but Earth Intelligence Operations
Director Vilos Cohaagen, clearly
worried about the damage to Mars's
all important tourist
industry was today dismissive
of the dissident groups....
TV scene switches to a press conference. COHAAGEN, sur-
rounded by AIDES, steps in front of a podium packed with
news network microphones and cameras. Cohaagen is a
striking, intense man with an obvious air of power.
We're dealing with a bunch of
extremists and unrepresentative
lunatics. Mars is a happy and
prosperous protectorate of Earth...
and will remain so.
The train stops at another station and more people pile on.
Quail tries to watch the broadcast through the bodies
passing in front of him and intermittently blocking the
There have been some criticisms,
I have no further comment.
The news conference ends and a bright looking young man
comes on the screen. Quail continues to watch, though
not as interested, initially, as he was by the Mars story.
Few of the other passengers bother looking at the screen.
Good morning, commuters. This
portion of your trip is brought
to you by Rekall, Inc. Do you
have a dream that never came
true? Do you aspire - but
only perspire? Has the great
adventure passed you by? Then
come to... REKALL, where what
might have been will have been.
For the memories of a
Quail watches the commercial through to the end, but doesn't
seem to take it very seriously. He glances away as a card
comes on the screen with REKALL's numbers.
6B INT. QUAIL'S OFFICE - DAY
Quail is seated at a computer console in a vast beehive
of a room. Numerous people are typing information onto
the screens. Quail pauses in his typing, thoughtful. He
then types in a little more information, then pauses again.
On the screen, a sentence types itself...
WHY HAVE YOU STOPPED? REQUEST MORE INFORMATION.
Quail read it and continues.
9 INT. McCLANE'S OFFICE - REKALL - DAY
Scene opens on a CU of McCLANE, a genial, bubbling, enthus-
We're all dreamers, Douglas.
But here at Rekall, dreams
are our business.
He presses a button on his desk and the chairs on which
they are seated appear to be in outer space. Countless
stars glitter all around. Startlingly, a comet whizzes by.
Quail is amazed. McClane grins and presses the button
again. The scene changes to a beautiful underwater coral
reef. Multi-colored fish swim around the chairs and desk.
But... is the process really
that effective? A false
(shaking his head;
We prefer the term "extra-
factual implant". Your
memory will be complete in
every way. You will have
gone to Mars. We guarantee
Is it in any way dangerous?
I mean, the medical techniques?
Not when you deal with
qualified operators - like
He presses the button again and the normal office returns.
Quail looks around, impressed.
It's just - incredible.
And look at our follow-up
He puts items on the desk as he talks.
Space-flight ticket stub...
from Martian Nouvelle Cuisine
Restaurants, souvenirs, post
cards... even names of people
you met - now back there -
who you can call and discuss
your trip with... by the way,
we plant these things where
you'll come across them at
random in the future.
But... I'll know I hired you.
That'll destroy the whole
But you won't remember me, or
having been here.
Your money back if you do!
We've never paid out yet.
Quail slumps backs in his chair, overwhelmed.
And we have a special this
month, for only two-hundred
thousand dollars more.
At the press of a button, a list appears on the wall...
A14 MILLIONAIRE PLAYBOY
A15 SPORTS HERO
A16 INDUSTRIAL TYCOON
A17 INTELLIGENCE AGENT
You can have a new identity
for the duration of the trip.
Quail's eyes linger on "Intelligence Agent."
"Intelligence Agent"... wouldn't
that be dangerous? I might
No. No. You're a retired
agent. Mars was your last
mission and you're never to
break your cover. But you'll
have got the girl, killed the
baddies, and saved the
Universe. Not bad, eh?
I don't know... about the
whole thing... it's all such
a fake. I won't really have
gone. I won't really....
(kind but firm)
Let's face it, Douglas, you,
and millions of people like
you have no chance of ever
getting to Mars and you'd
never qualify as a secret
agent for EIO. This - REKALL
- is the only way to achieve
He gets up and walks around to Quail's chair.
Think about it, Douglas.
Think, too, what a terrible
boor a real holiday is.
Lost tickets, endless arguments,
lousy hotels, missed connections,
rotten weather... Rekall will
supply you with perfect, happy
Quail is thoughtful, willing to be totally convinced.
9A INT. QUAIL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Quail is sitting, distracted, in an uncomfortable modern
chair. Kirsten is watching a near-pornographic film on
TV. She casually lights a cigarette.
You know that's illegal.
Yeah? Who's going to report
me? You?... wimp....
She watches a torrid love scene on the video.
Screwing around's illegal,
too. But just give me half
Quail looks at her with distaste. His expression changes
to one of resolve.
10 INT. MEMORY STUDIO - DAY
Quail is stretched out on a plush reclining couch, alongside
some strange-looking lab equipment, wearing a hospital-type
smock. In the b.g. hovers a TECHNICIAN, adjusting some
instrumentation (discreet banks of computers, etc.) -- that
apparently relates to the lab equipment next to Quail. The
room in a dim, soothing booth, lit by indirect lighting.
Quail looks a little concerned as he studies all the
instrumentation next to him -- as one always does at the
dentist's, looking at the drills.
The door opens abruptly, in walks a cute-looking LITTLE
OLD LADY, wearing a JOGGING SUIT. (A RUTH GORDON-TYPE.)
Hi, I'm Doctor Sophie Lull.
Sorry I'm late.
I'll be right with you.
She dons a white medical smock that covers her jogging
suit, then slings on heavy, lead-lined protective vest.
This really going to work?
It the Pope Martian?
Lull's assistant, the TECHNICIAN in b.g., who had been
steadily working on the instrumentation, now looks over
Okay -- that's it.
Now, Lull extends a long rubber tube, a hypodermic needle
attached to it. Quail eyes it warily. She swabs the back
of his hand in preparation, notices his apprehension.
Now, just relax, kid. This
ain't gonna hurt. Just a
controlled drip of Narkadine.
When you're under, I'll just
ask ya a few questions, nothin'
real personal, just full
details of yer private life
so's we can tailor the
wish-fulfillment program to
She injects the needle into his hand as she speaks, tapes
See? Painless. I didn't feel
a thing. Hey, you're a nice
kid... you like a little
Quail, embarrassed, starting to go under, nods.
Good! Kid -- have I got a
girl for you! She's gonna
like you. You're good-lookin'.
Good. Now, what's the first
thing you think of when you're
thinkin' about Mars?
Well... I'd like to see the
Okay -- you will, Dougle! I
want ya to start counting
backwards from a hundred for
One hundred... ninety-nine...
His voice drops off; his eyes close. Lull studies him,
adjusts some instruments, then turns to Ernie, glancing
briefly at a typed sheet in front of her.
Okay, Ernie, the trip to Mars;
number sixty-two... and throw
in that blonde... We'll give
him a real good time.
Sixty-two... and... the blonde...
He takes two discs and inserts the first one into a machine.
Boy, is this one wild. He
won't want to come back.
Ernie inserts the second disk.
Dougie? This Sophie Lull.
Can ya hear me?
Good! ... I'm gonna ask ya
a few more questions now. Ya
think you'll be able to
Attaboy! To begin with, I
wanna ask ya; -- You sex
life. How many orgasms a
11 INT. McCLANE'S OFFICE - DAY
McClane has several file drawers open and is removing diverse
objects and placing them on his desk.
These items apparently are objects Rekall, Inc. intends
to "plant" for some client of theirs to find (perhaps
even Quail) -- as part of his fantasy.
While he is putting these things on his desk, the PHONE
BUZZES. He answers it.
Howie? Listen, you'd better
get in here.
Not another schizoid embolism.
You'd better get in here.
12 INT. MEMORY STUDIO - DAY
McClane come quickly in, brushing the swinging door open.
Lull and Ernie look up as he enters. Quail lies on the
couch, breathing slowly and regularly, his eyes closed.
McClane looks queryingly at Lull, who motions him to
Quail? Dougie, can you hear me?
Tell McClane what you told us.
McClane glances sharply at Lull, then turns to Quail.
Quail's eyes open and scan the room. They settle on
McClane. These eyes have changed: they have become
cold and steely. In fact, Quail's entire personality
seems to have changed -- his face has acquired a flint-
edged hardness. He is chillingly menacing.
All of you in this room are
What's he talking about?
You've broken my cover.
What is this?...
McClane's eyes flash angrily at Lull.
The Narkadine cracked a memory
cap. Mars --
He's really been there.
There is a chilly silence in the room as McClane digests
With spontaneous breakthrough.
They stare at Quail as if he's a ticking bomb.
You've compromised the Sphinx
Project. You'll have to be
Now they're all panicked.
Wait a minute. Quail --
My name isn't Quail.
Listen... whoever you are...
...This is all an accident.
We'll destroy all the records.
No one will know. I swear it.
I believe you, but that won't
stop E.T.O. from killing you.
The Rekall people stare at each other in quiet horror.
Killing you... killing you...
His voice trails off, his eyes close.
He wants a false memory
implanted -- of a trip he
Someone at Earth Intelligence
Operations erased his memory.
All he know was going to Mars
meant something special to
What do we do? Graft a false
memory pattern over the real
memory of the same thing?
Uh-uh... That could promote
a partial breakthrough of
the real trip.
Revive him without any false
memory implantation and get
him out of here.
Why don't we just wipe out
the memory of his visit
Yes. Good. I'll destroy
his file and cancel his fee.
I have a feeling that the
longer he doesn't know who
he is, where he's been,
where he's going and who we
are, the better off we'll
all be. I'm taking a holiday.
A real one.
He leaves. The others stare after him, looking very grim.
12A INT. RECEPTION AREA OF REKALL - DAY
A dazed and disoriented Douglas Quail comes out of an
inner door and walks through the lobby towards the exit
An attractive RECEPTIONIST, her bare breasts visible
through a clear plastic blouse, watches him; she then
looks toward McClane who has half-opened the door to view
12B INT. ELEVATOR - DAY
Quail travels down. Uncomprehendingly, he looks out at
12C INT. BUILDING FOYER - DAY
Quail stumbles through the fairly crowded foyer, oblivious
to anything around him. A red-headed man may or may not be
watching him. He makes a phone call from a pocket phone.
12D INT. ROBOT TAXI CAB - AFTERNOON
Scene open on Quail, in the back of the cab; he looks
around, slowly coming to his senses.
Where am I?
Travelling south along Third
Avenue, passing Fourty-third
Although the driver's voice is a little mechanical (flat
in tone) he is filmed from Quail's POV, and it isn't
obvious he is anything other than an ordinary cab driver.
Where am I going?
Thirty-three thirteen "G"
Street, Sector "L", Twin
Towers, Apartment six-thirty-
How did I get here?
Camera now cuts to a shot in front of the driver. He is
a fairly human-like robot.
I don not understand the
question, sir or madam.
How did I get into this cab?
You stepped into it in the
normal manner, sir or madam.
15 INT. CORRIDOR OF QUAIL'S APARTMENT - DAY
The reception area and hallway leading to the elevators is
smart and clean, though not lavish. A uniformed and armed
DOORMAN is standing by the entrance door.
Filmed from the elevator end of the area, we see the cab
pull up and Quail alight and enter the building. He nods
to the doorman and approaches the elevators. As he reaches
them a MAN steps out from behind the camera. A 2ND MAN
enters from a door opposite the elevators. Quail looks
at them and becomes quite panicky.
Aren't you the man from Mars?
He takes a modern, lethal gun from his pocket. Quail turns,
but the other man is behind him.
Don't give us a reason to
Quail looks toward the doorman, who is paying little
attention to the events. As the two men edge Quail towards
the door, he call out...
Mr. Zimmer...Mr. Zimmer...
help me... they're...
But the doorman turns calmly away.
16 INT. BASEMENT CAR PARK - DAY
The two men lead Quail past a number of cars to their own
Where are you taking me?
You told everyone at Rekall
about you trip to Mars.
Where you went, who you worked
for, what you did --
But I didn't... Are you telling
me... I did go to Mars? I
You've remembered too much.
The Sphinx Project, for a
Sphinx?... No, no, I don't,
I... What about the people
at Rekall? I don't recall
Rekall but you said if they
know what I did? Why don't
you ask them? They'll tell
you I didn't...
They've been taken care of.
What do you mean?
Neither man bothers answering. They arrive at their car
and open the door for Quail. He hesitates.
What are you going to do with
Get in the car.
He slaps Quail hard across the face. Quail is terrified.
He is tearful with fear.
My God! No! You're going to
He cringes. His hands across his face.
No one's going to kill you if
[you do what you're told.]
We're visiting E.I.O. for some
new tests. Now get in, or do
we start playing rough?
No! It's not my fault! You
can't do it!
They start to force him into the car physically.
Suddenly, Quail stops cringing. the FEAR DISAPPEARS FROM
HIS FACE, and is replaced by an odd, thoughtful expression.
Wait a minute, I remember --
What, Quail? What do you
On Mars... they tried to kill
QUAIL TRANSFORMS INTO A HIGHLY SKILLED KILLING MACHINE.
In an instant, he karate-chops both agents across the
windpipe, and they crumple to the ground.
Quail steps back. He stares at the two bodies, incredulous;
then stares at his own deadly HANDS. It is as though they
belong to someone else.
Then, leaving the two agents sprawled across the alley, he
races back into the basement door of his building.
18 INT. QUAIL'S APARTMENT - EVENING
Kirsten is watching another pornographic video when Quail
bursts in. He is still disoriented.
Did you know I've been to
Kirsten gets up and turns off the movie.
What! This stupid obsess...
I think I've been. I vaguely
Doug, you've got to forget...
Forget? Remembering is the
problem I must've been
to one of those artificial
Oh my God...
But something went wrong...
something about a real
memory... and then those
men... tried to kill me.
What men? Doug, you're crazy.
She starts to mix a drink from a well-stocked cabinet.
You're here now. They didn't
No. That's what's so amazing.
I killed them. I think...
Kirsten stops pouring her drink and look at him sharply.
Where? Where are they?
Quail points down with his finger.
Doug! It's something they
put into your mind at the
memory place. Fantasies.
That's their business.
She sips her drink.
You're a computer operator.
You're a bore. You're a
wimp. You're not a killer.
I'm involved somehow with
E.I.O. It's true. It's no
He walks around the apartment drawing curtains and putting
out the lights.
Doug, I want you to see a
doctor. Now Alec and Shirley
Turnbull have a good man. He
helped Alec through his
For fuck's sake, this is no
Kirsten is taken aback at his use of language. He strides
into the bathroom and slams the door. She turns on one
lamp, goes to a telephone and dials.
19 INT. BATHROOM - TWILIGHT
Quail takes a washcloth, turns the hot water up full and
soaks the cloth under the steaming water. Using it as a
compress, he presses it against his face and his neck, to
drain off some of the tension.
He turns off the water. Towelling his head dry, he opens
the bathroom door.
The instant he does this, a blinding white BURST OF LIGHT
comes arcing into the bathroom, and the back wall crinkles
and CHARS into a swatch of blackness.
QUAIL DIVES OUT THE DOOR, just as ANOTHER BOLT incinerates
the spot where he was standing.
20 INT. LIVING ROOM - TWILIGHT
THE ROOM IS IN TOTAL DARKNESS. The only thing visible is
the pale rectangle of the balcony window, with the curtains
drawn over it.
QUAIL and his ASSAILANT cannot be seen -- but they can be
HEARD. There is the sound of a SCUFFLE -- the meaty THUD
of a FIST CONNECTING WITH FLESH -- and a painful GRUNT as
someone's breath whooshes out.
The LIGHT COMES ON. Quail is standing with one hand on the
lamp, and the other twisting KIRSTEN's arm up behind her
back. A pistol lies on the floor. Quail is totally stunned.
He releases her arm, shoving her away from him, at the same
time scooping up the pistol.
My God! Did you say I need a
I haven't seen you move that
fast since I've known you.
How could you do it? After
I'm not your wife, Quail.
Not my wife! You are out of
It's a false memory implant.
I never saw you before six
Quail is totally disoriented.
Why are you lying like this?
No, Quail. It's true. You
work for E.I.O. So do I.
As she speaks, she walks to a picture on the wall and from
behind it pulls out a small wallet. She flips it open to
show him her E.I.O. badge. He looks down uncomprehendingly
at the holographic lettering "Earth Intelligence Organisation".
But why all of this?
We had to watchdog you...make
sure the erasure took. A wife
seemed like a good idea.
But I remember it! All of
Our friends... my work...
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.
It's all a fabrication, Quail.
Everything you know.
This is crazy! If all my
memories are false, who am
I? What am I? Jesus... it's
like I don't exist.
You exist, all right.
That's the problem.
A pause as Quail mentally gropes frantically, for what to
Why did you try to kill me?
Why does E.I.O. want me dead?
They don't particularly. That
was my idea. This assignment was
boring me to death. The
personality they gave you
wasn't too thrilling.
Well, what did I do on Mars
that they have to keep me from
I've no idea. I just work
All right... I'm leaving.
Don't try and follow me --
I don't have to follow you.
You can't get away from E.I.O.
Quail looks at her as if seeing her for the first time.
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.
21 EXT. 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.
22 INT. SUBWAY STATION - NIGHT
Now underground, Quail tries to blend in with the other
subway people. He heads toward the weapons check.
23 EXT. 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.
24 INT. 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.
25 INT. 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
The gunman reach the bottom of the stairs and race closer
to the subway train, which is just departing. The men
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
26 INT. SUBWAY CAR - NIGHT
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....
27 EXT. SUBWAY STOP - NIGHT
Quail emerges from underground and looks around. The
streets are almost deserted.
28 INT. MOVING OFFICAL VEHICLE - NIGHT
THE GUNMEN SIT IN THE OV. The one with the ear plug
Coming in again. Loud and
He looks down at an illuminated street map built into the
28A EXT. SUBWAY STOP - NIGHT
A cab comes into view. Quail quickly hails it and jumps
in. Cab moves off.
28B INT. 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.
28C EXT. 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
28D INT. CAB - NIGHT
Bullets are still pouring in.
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.
28E EXT. STREETS - NIGHT
Cars continue, as Quail picks himself up from the gutter
and moves off down a narrow side street.
28F INT. CAB - NIGHT
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.
...leave the cab as bullets
are hitting the vehicle in
28G EXT. 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.
This company, sir or madam,
will institute legal action
29 EXT. 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.
29A INT. "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".
Help you, sir?
A room for the night.
Here's ten thousand. Forget
DESK CLERK looks up at him, with interest. His hand
hovers over the money.
I have a liaison with a
lady... and I'm married...
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.
30 INT. "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.
I told you, I don't want to
If you want to live, don't
Quail is stunned. He says nothing, but doesn't hang up.
They've got you bugged...
They're gonna find you.
Faster than you can say "Back
And don't bother shaking down
your clothes -- the monitor
is embedded in your skull.
Who are you? What the hell
30A INT. BAR BASEMENT - NIGHT
The man telephoning Quail is calling from a bar. Occasion-
ally people pass him on their way to the toilets. He is
youngish and conservatively dressed. He speaks rapidly
Take a wet towel and wrap it
around your head. That will
deaden the signal. It'll
take longer for them to
30B INT QUAIL'S ROOM - NIGHT
Why should I trust you?
There's a real old saying -
"Beggars can't be choosers".
Go and soak your head!
Quail puts the phone down and rushes to the bathroom.
30B1 INT. PATROL CAR - NIGHT
The earphone wearer and driver are moving in on the signal
generated by Quail's bug. Suddenly, the small illuminated
cross on the dashboard map cuts out.
Cut the language, will ya?
It's gone! Some...malfunction...
Unscientifically, he prod the screen.
Toldya the Martian assembled
[stuff don't work.]
30B2 INT. QUAIL'S ROOM - NIGHT
Quail rushes back into the room with a wet towel,
turban-like, wrapped around his head. He rapidly picks
up the phone.
Head over to Skid Row -- to
the Lucky Stub Pawnshop --
corner of Park Avenue and
Fifty-eighth. Tell the man
you're Mr. Hotchkiss; you
came for your Grecian
What do I want with Grecian
30C INT. BAR BASEMENT - NIGHT
The man on the phone looks around anxiously.
Just do it! This is no time
for small talk.
How did you know where to
I've been tailing you since you
get back from Mars.
30D INT. QUAIL'S ROOM - NIGHT
You're E.I.O. You're on the
I'm E.I.O. But I was your
best friend. Scott Stevens -
we arranged this...
I can't remember - only bits...
I was your fail-safe -- if and
when the shooting started.
Good luck. Look me up if you
30E INT. BAR BASEMENT - NIGHT
Scott Stevens hangs up the phone. He looks around
cautiously, then walks a few steps to the mens room.
30F INT. MENS ROOM - NIGHT
Scott Stevens walks to the row of troughs and begins to
urinate. The room is empty. He hears a noise and looks
around. Two EIO men are standing there aiming lethal-looking
high-velocity weapons at him. One of them is the red-headed
man we've already seen.
1ST MAN (RED-HEADED)
Well, look at that. He's
really got his hands full.
Not so full, so I've heard.
Still urinating, the frustrated Scott Stevens can only look
back over his shoulder. Laughing, both men open fire,
riddling him with bullets. He collapses in an undignified
heap, his head in the water at the base of the trough.
31 INT. "END OF THE LINE" CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Quail, with towel around his head, glances up and down the
corridor -- spots a sign that says "FIRE EXIT". He races
32 EXT. "END OF THE LINE" FRONT ENTRANCE - NIGHT
The OV slams up in front of the hotel and a carload of
MEN tear out of it and barge into the hotel.
32A INT. "END OF THE LINE" HOTEL LOBBY - NIGHT
The startled clerk jumps to his feet as the group of
armed men enter rapidly.
Quick. The guy who checked
in fifteen minutes ago.
Most of the armed men instantly head off up the stairs,
their weapons at the ready. Clerk watches, astonished.
He was only meeting a lady...
Aren't you guys overdoing it
32B EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Quail is walking along briskly, still with the towel
around his head. A few passers-by look at him curiously.
He puts his hand together and greets them Indian-style.
33 EXT. PARK AVENUE - NIGHT - CLOSE ON STREET SIGN
which reads: "PARK AVENUE / 58TH STREET".
PULL BACK to reveal "The Lucky Stub Pawnshop". WINOS
lurk on the corner. Park Avenue has deteriorated into
QUAIL ENTERS FRAME, and approaching the pawnshop, stepping
over a BUM in a doorway.
34 INT. PAWNSHOP - NIGHT
Quail is just entering; an old-fashioned BELL overhead,
tripped by the door opening, announces his entrance.
At once, an immense FAT MAN emerges from the back room.
You wanta camera? I got some
good, top-quality ones. You
want silk rugs? Handmade last
century in Iran...all perfect.
You want videos? Old movies...
classics...all those Vietnam
war ones...real quaint stuff...
I'm Hotchkiss...I came for
The Fat Man studies him warily for a long moment; then
he disappears through the curtain.
In a brief moment, he emerges again, carrying a small,
"makeup-sized" case, as well as two large candelabra.
The Pawnbroker puts the case on the counter. Quail looks
at the case with curiosity.
I wonder if you could tell
They both look around as someone enters.
I trust these will look well
in you... mosque.
35 INT. FLOP HOUSE - NIGHT - CLOSE ON HANDS
Opening up the small case.
PULL BACK to reveal they are Quail's hands. The hotel
room he's now in is obviously a different one than the
last one we saw him in. The room is large but run-down,
the walls are peeling, the architecture is much older,
Quail examines the contents of the case: there are CREDIT
CARDS and also MONEY, several stacks of bills, neatly
tied -- some of it the conventional green, but most of
CLOSE ON RED MONEY
On the face of it is printed: "MARS FEDERAL COLONY".
Quail thumbs through the money, and whistles softly to
himself as he sees how much there is.
Also in the case are: TWO PASSPORTS; a small CASSETTE
RECORDER; a rolled-up LEATHER POUCH and a spray can of
some sort; and a strange thing that looks like a silver
mask. He examines the face mask, studies BLACK LETTERS
WRITTEN ACROSS IT (which we are not close enough to read)
and then puts it aside. Another item now catches his
eye: a wristwatch. He sees a conspicuous red button on
the side of the watch, and PRESSES IT. INSTANTLY, TO HIS
SHOCK, QUAIL SEES A MAN MANIFEST HIMSELF HIMSELF OUT OF
THIN AIR AND STAND THERE IN THE ROOM A FEW FEET AWAY FROM
QUAIL: he's an EXACT HOLOGRAPHIC DUPLICATE of Quail --
down to the clothes Quail is wearing now.
The image stands and watches Quail.
What the hell...?
Quail smiles, presses the red button again. There is a
HUMMING SOUND -- and the man FADES INTO THIN AIR -- like
a television set being turned off.
Quail looks bemused.
Now he unrolls the leather pouch and looks inside. There
he finds what look like SURGICAL INSTRUMENTS; a sponge,
a long piece of wire doubled over, with some attachments
and a tiny METAL HEAD on one end, and some tubes of salve.
He turns on the cassette recorder.
The VOICE he hears on the cassette TAPE is HIS OWN!
CASSETTE VOICE (V.O.)
"Hauser, this is Hauser -- or
whatever you think your name
is now. If you're listening
to this, I'm talking to myself.
Your memory's been erased and
you've got a wet towel around
"The first thing you've got to
do is get rid of that bug in
36 INT. HOTEL BATHROOM - NIGHT
The sound of the tape continues as Quail follows
instructions - pushing the wire up into a bloody portion
of his neck, just below the ear.
CASSETTE VOICE (V.O.)
The monitoring device is
located in your left maxillary
sinus cavity. Make a small
incision in your neck just
below the left ear, and
insert the wire up into the
sinus. The head is
self-guiding. Just shove.
Quail makes a face.
CASSETTE VOICE (V.O.)
You won't feel a thing. The
spray cartridge contains a
local anesthetic and a blood
coagulant. Careful, it's my
Holding the wet towel against his neck, Quail slowly
withdraws the wire. On the end of it is a tiny, metal
bead, the Transmitter.
37 INT. MOVING OFFICIAL VEHICLE - NIGHT
The man with the ear plug suddenly reacts.
It's come on again.
The 1st man quickly check the map-grid in the dashboard.
A small bright 'x' is flashing.
He's in that old flophouse.
Plaza Hotel. Central Park
37A INT. HOTEL BEDROOM - NIGHT
Quail is anxious to get rid of the transmitter. He looks
around and notices a rat trap near a rat hole in the
He carefully - avoiding springing the trap - removes the
piece of cheese and pushes the transmitter inside. He
then throws the cheese into the rat hole.
38 INT. MOVING OFFICIAL VEHICLE - NIGHT
The car is moving swiftly through the streets.
Boy, he's really moving
A CU of the screen shows the small 'x' moving in circles.
38A EXT. HOTEL SIDE ENTRANCE - NIGHT
The car pulls up. Another follows it. Armed men leap
out from both. The EARPLUG WEARER indicates they should
go down an alley at the side of a service door. They
advance cautiously, guns at the ready. They see no one.
The EARPLUG WEARER indicates another, even narrower, alley
leading off to one side. Two of the men sneak cautiously
up to it, their guns at the ready.
A large rat scurries out from behind overfull garbage
bins. Furious, they fire. The bullets rip the bins to
shreds, scattering refuse everywhere. The rat is killed.
They all stare in disbelief.
Ya dirty rat!
40 INT. E.I.O. HEADQUARTERS - MEMORY LAB - NIGHT
OPENING CLOSE on a MONITOR SCREEN slated "HAUSER/QUAIL"
followed by a serial number and some dates. The slate
vanishes, replaced by a scene of Quail -- undergoing
some KIND OF MILITARY TRAINING.
PAN to OTHER MONITORS, all depicting Quail in other
action scenes -- on some kind of mission, driving a car,
TECHNICIANS man the monitors, scrolling through them in
fast-forward and fast reverse as if searching files.
The technicians turn as Cohaagen and his aides enter.
We're running every one of
his memory tapes for the past
fifteen years. Nothing yet,
There must be something -- some
place he would go, some friend
he would run to.
The red-haired E.I.O. man joins them.
They lost him.
The red-headed man nods.
Are you sure the original
Absolutely, sir. He thinks
he's Quail, a computer...
Then how do you explain what
Just his instincts. He was
well trained by E.I.O.... Maybe
the memory cap's fractured.
Portions of his prior identity
could be leaking through.
He'll remember Mars? The
Fragments. Nothing more.
Nothing he could piece together.
I did advise terminating him,
rather than implanting an
What do you think I am? A
barbarian? We're not living
in the twentieth century!
He looks at the video screen again. An image has flashed
onto it of an attractive Eurasian girl.
Hold it there.
He studies the picture, which changes to show the same
girl from different angles.
42 INT. SPACE PORT - DAY
Passengers are boarding a COMMERCIAL SPACECRAFT. In
addition to the STEWARDESSES checking their tickets, there
are two PLAINCLOTHES MEN checking every passenger. They
carry some kind of small, portable ELECTRONIC DEVICE that
they shine in the face of each passenger going through.
(It gives off a BLUE BEAM and HUMS.)
The passengers are a diverse group - businessmen, officials,
government people, etc. There is also a large tour group
consisting of a predominately middle-aged and determinedly
jolly crowd, many of them carrying duty-free bags. They
are being marshaled by an harassed TOUR ORGANIZER, who is
carrying aloft a hand-painted sign... "MARTIAN TOUR GROUP".
The last of the passengers board the spacecraft. The
chief PLAINCLOTHES MAN nods to an official and the door
begins to close.
PLAINCLOTHES MAN #1
If he had to travel to Mars
with that bunch, I'd be sorry
PLAINCLOTHES MAN #2
We couldn't have missed him?
PLAINCLOTHES MAN #1
No way. Let's get a coffee
before the next shuttle.
43 INT. SPACELINER - IN FLIGHT
One of the PASSENGERS -- a middle-aged WOMAN - unbuckles
her seat belt and heads for the restroom, carrying her
handbag, and some clothes on a hanger.
44 INT. LAVATORY - IN FLIGHT
The woman locks the door and turns to the mirror. She
opens her bag, takes out a spray container, SPRAYS HER
FACE with it, and takes out -- the SILVER FACE MASK we
saw in Quail's emergency kit.
She holds the mask to her face. There is a SIZZLING
NOISE, and SMOKE rises from behind the mask.
She lowers the mask. Her face is now that of QUAIL.
He tears up a passport and drops it down a chute.
He reaches inside his dress, starts to REMOVE his "FALSIES."
CLOSE ON MASK
We can read the BLACK LETTERING written across it now:
45 INT. SPACELINER - IN FLIGHT
Quail exits from the lavatory and glances toward the
ebullient tour crowd. He turns and looks in the other
direction and sees a video theater advertising "ROCKY 36"
with Sylvester Stallone III, Jnr. He isn't too excited,
but heads towards it. He pauses a little when an
announcement comes over the intercom.
A LITTLE BELL sounds, followed by INTERCOM STATIC. Quail
CAPTAIN'S VOICE (V.O.)
Ladies and gentlemen, if you'll
glance out the starboard
viewports, you'll behold an
indeed awesome sight --
Quail goes to a viewport and PEERS, transfixed. He is
seeing... at last... the object of his obsession.
46 EXT. SPACELINER - IN ORBIT AROUND MARS
The SPACELINER -- which we have deliberately not seen before
this moment for dramatic effect -- banks and turns, suddenly
bringing into view -- MARS.
AN IMMENSE ORANGE GLOBE -- so close it looks like it's
going to fall on us. It dwarfs the spaceliner.
CAPTAIN'S VOICE (V.O.)
Those long gorges you see,
clearly are the legendary
canals of Mars....
The liner drops toward the surface of Mars. Below: a
NETWORK OF INTERSECTING LINES crisscross the planet.
CAPTAIN'S VOICE (V.O.)
Of course, they are not manmade
canals, but vast natural chasms
...many deeper and larger than
the Grand Canyon. Though
utterly without moisture now,
scientists have determined
that they were formed by
massive flooding millions of
47 INT. SPACELINER
Quail stares, his brow furrowing as if with some deep
hidden memory he can't quite recall.
CAPTAIN'S VOICE (V.O.)
Surface temperatures at the
Martian equator is minus
one-hundred and twenty degrees
Centigrade -- in winter.
Fortunately, this time of year
it's slightly more seasonable:
Sixty degrees, Fahrenheit,
outside the domes.
Please remember, folks, that
outside the domes you'll need
to carry your own personal
oxygen supply at all times.
The atmosphere of Mars is
almost a vacuum. Thank you
for flying with Interstellar
and we hope your stay will be
a pleasant one.
48 EXT. MARS - OUTER SPACE
CAMERA follows the spaceliner until the ENTIRE FRAME is
filled with the RED-ORANGE sands of MARS.
49 EXT. MARTIAN DESERT - DAY
An endless expanse of boulder-studded red sand, under
a red-orange sky.
The desert is cut by a ROAD, which snakes across the
rocky terrain. Some surface TRAFFIC moves along the
road (all pressurized vehicles since the atmosphere
of Mars is almost a pure vacuum) - including the
PAN WITH THE BUS - TO REVEAL
A CITY UNDER A DOME.
In the midst of the stark, trackless landscape -- it's
midday, scorching -- rises a huge weatherbeaten GEODESIC
STRUCTURE, its glass surface scarred by sandstorm damage.
Its feeling is like an old Western, when Clint Eastwood
rides into Tombstone -- the raw, forbidding vistas, with
a tough town carved out of the wilderness.
50 INT. MARSPORT - DAY
Quail is looking out at the desolate landscape. The TOUR
ORGANISER, an amiable middle-aged man sits beside him.
It is possible he is not a married man.
It's no Garden of Eden.
No. Quite a bit to see, though.
The canyons, the old Sphinx...
What do you know about that?
Not much, really. Millions
of years old. Bit like the
one that used to be in Egypt,
Yeah. Got destroyed in the
Arab wars... What about this
Not worth worrying about.
Mostly descendants of the
original colonists from Earth.
Now they want self-rule so they
can sell us all the minerals...
I don't think we've met. You
with our group? Takes me a
while to know everyone.
Sure. Douglas Quail.
(they shake hands)
Well, Doug, I hope we'll see
a lot more of each other.
55 EXT. CITY (UNDER THE DOOM) - DAY
The bus pulls up outside a modern tourist hotel. The
buildings surrounding it have a much more improvised,
temporary look. Most are pre-fabricated structures.
The streets are crowded and there is a "frontier-town"
atmosphere. Stalls sell fruit and vegetables, also water
and air containers.
A lot of greenery is evident - this is to absorb CO2 and
emit oxygen, thus helping with the air supply under the
Some small, ragged boys look at QUAIL as he looks around
before going inside the hotel. Suddenly, one of them throws
a small sack at him. It hits his chest and leaves a yellow
stain. The hotel DOORMAN chases the boys away....
From the other side of the street, a gang of URCHINS with
a harmonica start singing some kind of defiant PATRIOTIC
You know how it is, sir. Some
of these red-asses are a bit
Prejudiced? Against what?
The street song has swelled, adult MINERS and CITIZENS
joining the belligerent chorus.
What are they singing?
The Martian National Anthem.
Quail tips the doorman, enter the hotel.
57 INT. MARS HILTON LOBBY - DAY
Quail passes several kiosks -- a magazine stand, currency
exchange, clothing store, shoeshine stand. A SHOESHINE
BOY looks up at Quail.
Quail walks past, enters the main lobby. The atrium
entryway is absolutely fabulous; a complete contrast to the
dirty, Casbah-like streets. AFFLUENT-LOOKING PEOPLE in
spotless linen fill the lobby.
Quail stops to examine a large ROTATING DISPLAY sitting on
a table in the middle of the lobby. It is a stand-up model
of a SPHINX. Across the top is written "THE FIRST WONDER
OF MARS". A recorded VOICE repeats a canned speech --
"...the Martian Sphinx...
only evidence of non-human
civilization ever discovered
...age estimated at over
eighteen million years...
CLOSE - SHOESHINE BOY
He stares at Quail.
BACK TO SCENE
Quail approaches the Registration Desk.
Nice to have you back with us,
Quail is startled to be recognized -- particularly by
this name. He tries to stay casual.
Nice to be back.
(pick up pen)
I'm flattered you remember me.
Part of my job, sir.
(starts to sign;
Do you remember my first name,
Charles. Charles Hauser, right?
(now he signs)
Listen. I need transportation
to the... uh... the Sphinx.
Can you arrange it for me?
I'm sorry, sir. But Earth
government has sealed off the
excavation site completely.
No one but survey teams and
archaeologists are allowed
closer than twenty miles.
The Clerk taps a few keys on a computer.
on the computer)
Do you want the item you left
What item? Oh... yes, please.
The Clerk turns to the safe, retrieves an envelope. He
hands it -- and an ELECTRONIC ROOM KEY -- to Quail.
58 P.O.V. - THROUGH BINOCULARS - THE SPHINX
Far in the distance, a dusty red structure squats amid
barren dunes. We see vehicles, scaffolding, a fortified
59 INT. QUAIL'S HOTEL ROOM - DAY
Quail stands at the window, looking through binoculars.
He lowers them irritably, tosses them on the bed.
Quail tugs the envelope from his pocket, tears it open.
Inside is a single slip of paper, on which is written
Last Chance Air Station
Kilometer 61 Gird Square T9"
60 EXT. MARS HILTON - SUNSET
It is now sunset on Mars and it's literally of inearthly
beauty. The sun is bold and blood red; the foggy, drip-
ping glass of the Dome tints the light into strange colors.
Quail emerges from the hotel, properly attired now in a
white tropical suit, and starts for the taxi stand.
Behind him, also emerging from the hotel, is the Shoeshine
Boy. He keeps out of sight -- but is definitely tailing
As Quail nears the first solar-powered taxi in line, he is
approached by an amiable-looking CALYPSO GUY wearing a West
Indian shirt and bright straw hat.
CALYPSO GUY (BENNIE)
Need a cab, boss mon?
Quail hesitates, unsure of the protocol.
Mine's right around the corner.
cab in line)
That one's closer.
But I out-hustle him, right?
TWO CABBIES exchange curses as Quail, wary, follows the
Calypso Guy around a corner, climbs into the small solar
62 EXT. CITY DOME - AIR LOCK - SUNSET
An AIR LOCK whooshes open underneath a Checker Cab sign.
Bennie and Quail emerge in the solar-powered car -- set
off into the desert.
63 EXT. DESERT - SUNSET
The taxi traverses the same type desert that Quail crossed
a few hours ago. Only now is looks completely different.
The late light tints everything in pastel shades, Quail is
awed by the grandeur of the Lawrence-of-Arabia-like setting.
68 EXT. DESERT TRUCK STOP - NIGHT
Quail and Bennie's taxi approaches a brightly-lit oasis in
the middle of the desert. There's a cafe, repair facilities
and a huge parking lot -- all under a garish neon sign:
"LAST CHANCE AIR STATION AND ASLOON - EAT HERE AND GET GAS".
Quail and Bennie's taxi pulls in and parks. In the lot is
a collection of strange and colorful vehicles: huge ore
trucks that pull eight trailers, mountain prospecting jeeps,
Grapes-of-Wrath jalopies. Quail and Bennie disembark, wear-
ing breathing masks, and enter the main building.
69 INT. LAST CHANCE AIR STATION - NIGHT
The joint is a combination saloon/cathouse/casino. There
are slot machines, HOOKERS, MINERS and HOMESTEADERS; it is
like a Nevada brothel -- packed with wild and woolly indi-
vidualists, the equivalent of Old West trappers, prospectors
and cowboys -- but with a space-age look.
Quail and Bennie elbow their way to the bar. Fragments of
conversation are overheard.
...if that intergalactic little
Napoleon thinks I'm sellin' and
clearin' outta here, he can
(with a laugh)
...watcha gonna do when he cuts
off the air, Luke?
...you'll be breathin' red dust
and shittin' bricks.
Bennie and Quail pass another group.
...my wife ain't goin' on
one of those space shuttles...
she hates flyin'...
...aw, come on... flyin's
safer'n crossin' the road...
...yeah, there ain't been a
real disaster since that
collision off Phobos, nigh on
twenty years ago...
...well, that killed twelve
What is this, Bennie...
Sorta. Bunch of miners out
here got their own claims, from
way back. Cohaagen's buyin' em
all up, says he's gonna cut off
the air an' water if they won't
Quail attracts the attention of the BARTENDER.
I'm looking for Melina Noel.
You've found her.
His nod indicates an area behind Quail. He turns to see
an attractive waitress placing drinks on tables. She
doesn't notice Quail. He walks toward her through the
crowd. Bennie watches, then tactfully slips away.
MELINA turns to return to the bar and runs straight into
Quail. She stops, obviously astonished to see him.
Almost in tears, she pushes her way through the crowd to a
billiard room, which is separated from the main bar by
There are no occupants and it is almost in darkness. Quail,
bewildered, follows her. Inside the billiard room he turns
on the lights which illuminates the area of the table.
(NOTE: As Quail and Melina speak, the activity in the
outside bar can be seen above the swinging doors.)
Melina is still fighting back tears. Quail stops in front
of her, unsure about what to do. He has no recollection
of how well he might have known this woman.
Suddenly, she slaps him hard across the face.
He rubs his painful cheek.
That's new -- the innocent
You didn't have that one
Quail is speechless.
Well, uh... I...
All right, I'll say it for
He looks relieved (but tries to cover).
Don't worry. I got the note.
You discharged your obligation.
Oh, the usual one. "Must
return immediately to Earth...
the wife needs me..."
I don't have a wife. Well,
I do - but not a real wife.
Hell... look... someone else
sent that note. Someone who --
What are you here for?!
For you! I don't even know
Melina bursts into tears. Quail rather tentatively puts
his arms around her. She welcomes this at first, but then
pushes him away.
Whoever I was, I must have
been a helluva guy.
"Whoever you were"???
Listen. I've for to tell you
something. I beg you to
believe me... help me --
All Melina's suspicions come rushing back.
Something happened to my mind.
Memory suppression, false
implant, I don't know
Melina backs off. Quail grows more desperate.
What I'm saying is... I don't
remember you. I don't remember
us. I don't remember me --
Melina's expression grows dead hard.
[And I thought...]
Who is us?
Memory erasure is what they
use on agents. Go away.
Wait... I was an agent -- I'm
not now -- just tell me who
I am! How did we know each
other? Why are they trying
to kill me?!
He takes a step toward her, nearly frantic.
I'm not trusting you again.
You loved me once, you must
That you was a liar. Who you
are now I don't even know.
Please, Melina --
I need your help --
Get out! Get the hell away
Quail gives up; goes through the doors and leaves. Melina
slumps her shoulder against the table and cries.
77 INT. LAST CHANCE AIR STATION GARAGE - NIGHT
Quail enters from the cafe. Bennie is kneeling beside his
taxi, repairing a tire. He look up, sees Quail approach.
On his right hand, Bennie has a mechanical device
capable of spinning 360 degrees. He uses it to twirl
a lug nut tight on his tire. As Quail approaches,
Bennie removes the TOOL ATTACHMENT from his HAND,
tosses it into a kit beside the taxi.
You don't look so good, boss.
All over the Universe, women
is an awful curse.
He opens the door for Quail, beams.
80 INT. SOLAR-POWERED CAR - NIGHT - MOVING - DESERT BACKGROUND
Quail still broods, Bennie tries to cheer him up.
It's a tough planet, boss.
Some guy really screwed her -
screwed her up real good.
Some Earthman. Just hopped
on a space shuttle.
Bennie bright tone isn't improving Quail's mood.
Listen, Bennie. You're pretty
If that means I know it all,
you're right, boss.
What do you know about the
I don't know nothin'. Not
about the Sphinx. That's out
of the ball park.
I have to get there. Can't
you help me?
No can do, mon. You want
women, cigarettes, red-market
money, booze, even air or
water... Bennie's your man.
But the Sphinx... that's
80A INT. CITY UNDER THE DOME - NIGHT
The solar car is moving through the crowd, when suddenly
SIRENS approach on a cross street. Bennie brakes and stops.
He and Quail watch as POLICE MOTORCYCLES clear a path for a
huge, GAS-POWERED LIMO. MINERS on the sidewalks shout
CURSES, OBSCENITIES --
Well... look at that one, eh?
Big cheese in town. Big
Cohaagen? But isn't he often
No way. That cat just cheat
the Martian workers without
ever leavin' his place in
Beverly Hills. Somethin' must
Quail keeps his face in shadow and watches Cohaagen with
curiosity as he passes. Cohaagen is lit up briefly by a
street lamp. His face makes an impression on Quail, who
perhaps faintly remembers him in the past.
82 INT. QUAIL'S HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Quail enters, turns on the lights, locks the door. He
checks all the rooms. Then he crosses to the dresser,
studies himself in the mirror. He looks haggard.
Quail opens a drawer, takes out his "emergency case," sets
it on top and opens it. He removes a shoulder holster and
pistol, sets them aside. He takes out a tape recorder.
He sets the recorder down gingerly, as if somewhere in
there were contained the answers to all his questions.
He's just about to activate it, when he hears a KNOCK at
Quail freezes. Another KNOCK.
Who is it?
Mr. Hauser, I want to talk to
you... about Douglas Quail.
Quail ditches the recorder and the "emergency case" into
the drawer -- everything except the PISTOL.
Quail approaches the door very cautiously (from the side --
out of the line of fire).
Who are you?
My name is George Edgemar.
I work for Rekall, Incorporated.
Yes. It's difficult to
explain... Could you open the
door, please? I'm not armed.
Quail opens it carefully, his gun at the ready, but out
of view of the person at the door.
A dignified-looking GENTLEMAN stands there, calm and
pleasant, wearing an Earth-style business suit.
Hello, Mr. Quail. May I come
in? I won't be offended if
you prefer to keep the gun
you're holding trained on me.
He can't see the gun, but somehow knows.
All right... come in.
Quail does keep his gun trained on the man. The man enters,
holding in his outstretched hand -- a business card.
My card, Mr. Quail.
Quail frisks him, then takes the card, glances at it.
Okay -- so you're Doctor
George Edgemar of 'Rekall,
As I said... this is going to
be very difficult -- for both
Mr. Quail... I'm afraid you're
not really standing here at
Sat that again.
I said, you're not really
here. Neither am I. We're
both in the Memory Studio --
in the offices of Rekall, Inc.
Are you trying to tell me that
this is all part of some...
artificially injected fantasy?
That I never really left Earth?
No, not quite. We didn't give
you this. You're creating it
Remember the option we offered
you? Intelligence agent?
Something inside you liked
that idea, fastened on it.
What you're experiencing now
is a free-form delusion that
you yourself are fabricating.
What is this shit you're
This is not -- shit, Mr. Quail.
It's the truth.
I know it's very hard for you
to accept, but you're having
a schizophrenic reaction...
we can't snap you out of the
Narkadine. You're in a world
of your own fantasy.
Then how the hell can you be
in my dream -- if you know it's
just a dream?
I've been artificially
implanted -- like the first
part of your fantasy. I'm
actually monitoring your dream
at a psychoprobe console.
This is a last resort. When
somebody gets stuck in their
own fantasy, we send in
someone after them. A
specialist, like myself.
I don't believe a word you're
I was afraid you'd think that.
I'm sorry to have to do this,
but you really are stuck.
Doctor Noel, would you come in
The door starts to open. Quail pivots and points his
gun at the opening door.
MELINA walks in, carrying a CLIPBOARD. She looks at Quail
with professional detachment.
Yes, Mr. Quail, I'm afraid
it's all true.
Quail is staggered.
I tried to break through to
you earlier, but you just
molded me into your fantasy.
Sometimes it takes Dr. Edgemar
to get through to a client as
tough as you.
So what's supposed to happen
Just do exactly as we tell
(stares at him
Somehow that doesn't appeal
Please, Mr. Quail... try to
cooperate. You're having a
If we can't get you out now...
you may never come out of it.
Your wife calls every day --
CLOSE - QUAIL
Even more suspicious.
TWO SHOT - QUAIL AND EDGEMAR
If this is a fantasy, there'll
be no real consequences when
I pull this trigger.
But there will by consequences
inside your mind. Consequences
that won't hurt me... but could
be fatal to you.
If you shoot me, you'll wipe
me out of your fantasy -- I
can't come back again. Because
to you, I'll be dead. I can't
help you get back to reality.
You'll be stuck in permanent
CLOSE - QUAIL
Trembling, holding the gun point blank in Edgemar's face.
CLOSE - EDGEMAR
Showing no fear of tension whatever.
You're going to lower the gun,
Mr. Quail. You're going to
hand it to me --
CLOSE - QUAIL
Straining desperately to find the true "reality."
EXTREME CLOSEUP - TRIGGER OF GUN
Quail's finger on it.
TWO SHOT - QUAIL AND EDGEMAR
You're going to do exactly
what I tell you --
Quail PULLS THE TRIGGER!
REVERSE ANGLE - BACK OF EDGEMAR'S HEAD
We SEE the results of the gunshot from this angle only,
and so BRIEFLY as to produce an almost SUBLIMINAL effect:
the back of Edgemar's head blows off --
He collapses to the floor.
Melina LEAPS at Edgemar's falling form and CLAMPS HER HANDS
over Edgemar's RIGHT HAND!
Watch out, Charles! There's
more of them in the hall!
Quail spins toward the door just as it BURSTS OPEN. A man
enters, firing, but Quail has fallen to the floor and
returns the fire. He staggers back out into the corridor
and slams against the wall, dead.
You've had it, Hauser! Throw
out your weapon if you want
Melina is still crouched by Edgemar's body, holding his
HAND for some reason. Her CLIPBOARD dangles by her side.
There's an explosive in the
clipboard! He has a dead-man
switch in his hand!
Squeezing Edgemar's hand shut with one of hers, she holds
up her other wrist -- to show that the CLIPBOARD IS BOUND
TO HER WRIST BY A CHAIN!
What do you say, Hauser? We
haven't got all night! Hauser?
Quail (Hauser) SHOOTS OFF the chain.
What happens it I come out?
Quail takes the CLIPBOARD from Melina and eases himself to
the side of the doorway.
We'll put in a word with the
big boys. Maybe you'll just
get exile to Venus.
All right. Here comes the
Quail reaches around the corner and SAILS THE CLIPBOARD into
the hallway. Melina lets go of Edgemar's hand --
There is a TREMENDOUS EXPLOSION in the hallway,
83 INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
Quail comes out in crouch, ready to shoot. On the floor
lies a DEAD MAN and the body of the Shoeshine Boy, sprawled
grotesquely. The hallway is filled with smoke. The floor
covered with debris. Plaster falling from the ceiling.
All over the hotel, ALARMS begin BLARING.
84 INT. QUAIL'S ROOM - NIGHT
Quail strides back in, icy-furious. He seizes Melina by
the wrist and drags her after him into the corridor.
84A INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Two more E.I.O. men appear but Quail shoots them while
dragging Melina down the hall in the opposite direction.
He pushes open the door leading to the staircase.
84B INT. STAIRCASE - NIGHT
Quail and Melina run down the stairs. On the next landing
is a service elevator, from which a waiter is emerging
carefully carrying a tray with hors d'oeuvres and champagne.
Back in, quick!
Wouldn't you prefer your order
in your room, sir?
Quail bundles the waiter unceremoniously back inside the
84C INT. LIFT - NIGHT
Quail presses the basement button. As he talks to Melina
he opens the champagne and pours two glasses. The waiter
is too frightened to protest.
Okay. Answers! Now!
They kidnapped me. Said
they'd kill you if I didn't
cooperate. I told them I
didn't care, but then when
I realized they meant it...
I don't know why they're
after me, but what's your
connection with all this?
We were together before.
Believe me, I'm really sorry
I can't recall the details
of that encounter.
The elevator has reached the basement. They rush out.
85 EXT. ALLEY BEHIND HILTON - NIGHT
Quail and Melina run from a basement door into an alley.
A solar car whips out in front of them. Quail and Melina
Go, Bennie, for God's sake!
86 INT. BENNIE'S SOLAR CAR - NIGHT
Bennie weaves as fast as he can in and out of the traffic,
Quail and Melina ducking out of view in the passenger seat.
Bad news, boss lady.
Black cruiser just pull out
86A EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
A large gas-powered official-looking car is pushing its way
through the crowds and traffic behind them.
86B INT. BENNIE'S CAR - NIGHT
Quail is aiming his gun at the following car.
Forget the shooter, boss. I
lose 'em for you.
Lose them? In this?
Bennie reaches down, grasps a KNOB. He yanks it, like
someone starting an outboard motor -- and an ear-splitting
LOUD ENGINE roars to life.
Bennie opens the throttle and the solar car HURTLES DOWN
THE STREET. Quail and Melina are thrown back in the seat.
87 EXT. STREETS - NIGHT
GUNFIRE blazes all around the car. Quail FIRES back at
the pursuing car.
You're gonna get a ticket
for that engine, Bennie --
Yutani 650 -- you like it,
boss? Nothing like the old
gas when you want a bit of
BULLETS from the cruiser rip through the car.
You better have two aces,
There's a second cruiser --
and it's gaining --
87A EXT. CITY STREETS - NIGHT
Bennie's car hurtles through the crowds with the official
car gaining on it. Bennie takes a corner sharply near a
huge water selling stand. The official car brakes to make
the same turn, but clips the side of the water stand. The
water container tips and empties water through the open
roof (i.e. through which one of the Agents has been firing)
so that the car completely fills. The driver continues the
chase, but the occupants are now submerged. They frantic-
ally open the windows while continuing to follow Bennie's
88 EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT
The solar car rushes down what appears to be a dead-end
street, with the official vehicle (water pouring out of
the windows) in pursuit.
At the end of the street, however, Bennie doesn't stop but
continues going into a large opening. It is an abandoned
mine. The bigger car follows him, but won't fit. The
roof is smashed to pieces as the vehicle is wedged into
the narrow opening.
The second official car pulls up behind. A chauffeur jumps
out and opens the rear door. Cohaagen steps out. He sur-
veys the scene. The four men in the wrecked car clamber
their way backwards out of the wreckage. They are covered
in blood and their clothes are in shreds.
I take it, then, you've failed
to get him again.
Cohaagen turns to an associate, EMILE, a youngish,
well-dressed executive type.
Proceed with Operation Sphinx.
...on the lose, I'm not
taking any more chances.
Operation Sphinx will flush
93 INT. OLD MINE - NIGHT
The solar car proceeds along the tunnel. It enters an area
full of smoke. Dozens of men are sitting around smoking
cigarettes, pipes and cigars. Quail looks at them in
What's all this?
Nothin', boss. Just old
smokies. Only place they
can come for a puff. It's
all banned topside.
They have now climbed out of the car. Quail looks
searchingly at Melina and Bennie.
So you two are into something
a bit more serious than the
taxi and truck-stop business.
That's right, boss.
He unzips his jacket to reveal a T-shirt with "MARTIAN
LIBERATION FRONT" (and an appropriate symbol) emblazoned
My God!... T-shirts. They
died out on Earth years ago.
Well, maybe we ain't fashion
No. But we still believe in
a free Mars.
They walk as they talk - into a room off the main tunnel.
It is adorned with "FREE MARS" and "MARTIAN LIBERATION
FRONT" posters. A group of people are printing T-shirts
and leaflets. They exchange greetings with Melina and
So where did I fit into all
You - when you were Charles
Hauser with E.I.O -
infiltrated our group. I
guess Cohaagen didn't trust
you any more when you and
Her gesture suggests their liaison.
Yeah. And I can't even
remember it. We'll have to
arrange a return bout.
...so he had your memory
wiped and fixed you up with
a new identity.
But - the Sphinx. Why is
that stuck in my mind? Why's
it so important?
I don't know.
Just an ole heap o' stone,
It's more than that, Bennie,
I know it's more. Somehow
He slumps into a chair with frustration.
Maybe there's a way you can
get your memory back.
How? What? Where? When?
A bit of Martian Wisdom.
We're not all stupid
99 EXT. CITY - NIGHT
Bennie, Quail and Melina are walking in a crowded area
of town. Water sellers and food stalls are everywhere.
An ARMORED LOUDSPEAKER VEHICLE appears, broadcasting to
the crowd. It is also swinging a powerful searchlight
along the footpaths and streets.
VOICE FROM LOUDSPEAKER
...all residents are to
report to their nearest
space-travel agent within
twelve hours, all residents
will be departing on shuttles
within twenty-four hours. Air
and water supplies will be cut
off at that time. I repeat...
He's doing it!
Clearing everyone out! It's
been rumored for months...
The searchlight approaches Bennie, Quail and Melina. Bennie
ducks into a doorway, while Quail grabs Melina and kisses
her passionately. The light sees only the back of his head.
She responds warmly to his kiss.
Wow. I can see why I was
willing to betray E.I.O.
I though you believed in
Yes. Of course. That, too.
They move into the crowd. The message on the
loudspeaker is repeated.
101 INT. KUATO'S SANCTUARY - NIGHT
The interior of the room is an amazing contrast to its
ghetto exterior. The decor is a baroque combination of
Middle Eastern opulence and 21st century flash. It looks
like something out of "The Arabian Nights".
A man enters from another room. Although the man's features
are East Indian, he is very much a Peter Lorre type; he
wears a small fez cap and a white linen robe with a cowl
draped around the back of his neck.
Your servant, Fahreem Kuato.
I greet you by the
twenty-seven names that still
remain, praying that you cast
jewels into the darkness and
given them to glow with the
colors of life.
As Kuato speaks, Quail, unimpressed, talks, sotto voce,
What use is this weirdo?
Ssssh...there are skills on
mars that Earth has forgotten.
No need to introduce yourself,
(smiles at Quail's
Tolerate my presumption, but
it does not tax my powers to
know that you are the most
sought-after man on two
From the street the sound of loudspeakers giving information
about Quail and Co. can be heard. Searchlight beams
occasionally sweep past the windows.
This way, my dear man. We
have much to accomplish --
-- and very little time.
102 INT. KUATO'S INNER SANCTUM - NIGHT
A Bysantine salon filled with enormous Oriental pillows.
(NOTE: In the scenes inside Kuato's sanctum, the loudspeaker
vans in the outside streets can be heard from time to
to time. They are repeating the evacuation message
from scene 99, but alternating it with a call for the
apprehension of Quail and Melina...
VOICE FROM LOUDSPEAKER
...for information leading to
these arrests, first-class
travel to Earth will be
provided plus a weekend at
the Leningrad Disneyworld,
all expenses paid. I repeat,
an Oriental girl and Earthman,
possibly to be found in the
company of a black taxi driver.
These are dangerous subversives
and sworn enemies of the
glorious Peoples Republic of
The turbulence you hear
outside is but a reflection
of the turmoil within you.
You have brought it to Mars
in your search for yourself.
Kuato takes a seat on the pillows, invites the others to
join him. Quail hesitates.
And you're going to help me
by reading my mind?
Indubitably. There is only
small matter of a fee.
THREE RESPONSES COME TOGETHER.
This is for our cause!
Income before ideals. Shall
we say five-hundred-thousand
Not Martian dollars, Mr.
Quail - Earth dollars.
That's interplanetary robbery!
With today's exchange rate...
that's over two million
What price do you put, Mr.
Quail, on the future of the
Aw, come off it, man. Just
for a bit of mumbo-jumbo
with a crystal ball.
Listen, buster, we're talking
heavy stuff here. You try
and work out what's with this
He jerks his thumb toward Quail.
Okay! Okay! I'll pay it,
but the Interstellar Trade
Practices Commission might
be interested in this.
Everyone calms down.
Kuato smiles. He extinguishes all the lights save one
small blue one, which illuminates the room eerily, like
Retrieving the past is like
walking backwards along a
perilous road. The
half-forgotten, the repressed,
the fantasies, the triumphs,
joys, failures, betrayals...
He closes his eyes and concentrates.
Yes... I can feel it... a
wall. Erasure techniques are
Blocks. Side channels.
Future and past all jumbled.
I shall have to enter deep
trance to break through.
I will be scanning you through
the Oracle Head.
Kauto turns around and sits down with back toward Quail.
He reaches up and lowers his cowl, REVEALING:
A TINY LITTLE HEAD GROWING OUT OF THE BACK OF HIS NECK!
The head's eyes are closed in sleep. It is utterly hairless
and looks like one of those dolls made from dried apples; a
shriveled, ancient-looking yellow little ball.
The LITTLE FACE TWITCHED, YAWNS and OPENS ITS EYES, BLINKS.
It looks at Melina, then at Quail.
It opens its toothless little mouth and SPEAKS.
Do not fear me. I need your
ZOOM IN ON QUAIL'S EYES.
Open you thoughts to my
CONTINUE ZOOM UNTIL ENTIRE FRAME is filled by QUAIL'S EYE.
BLACKNESS BROKEN BY PULSES OF WHITE LIGHT
The alternations between dark (ACTION) and white (LIGHT)
are RHYTHMICAL so as to create a hypnotic, dream-like
103 WHITE LIGHT
Fades to reveal a dramatic CLOSE UP of the SPHINX. We see
its face, shoulders and behind it the red Martian sky --
103A PULL BACK
to reveal the Sphinx is a PROJECTION on a screen in a
windowless briefing room. Quail is seated across from
Cohaagen and other SENIOR E.I.O. OFFICERS. On the walls
are numerous satellite photos, recon maps and excavation
drawings -- all relating to the Sphinx.
107 EXT. MARTIAN SPHINX - SUNSET
Scaffolding and excavation works cover a wall of the Sphinx;
the Sphinx's huge CARVED FACE visible in the background.
Quail and several other E.I.O. agents stand poised, wearing
breathing masks and protective gear, as a powerful
excavation device prizes back a huge stone, revealing
an ENTRANCE TO SOME KIND OF HIDDEN CHAMBER.
The other agents are fearful, don't want to proceed. Quail
ignores them, enters the chamber --
107A CLOSE - QUAIL'S FACE
As he enters. We read awe, shock and fascination on his
features. He approaches something we can't see. His
hand reaches out.
Suddenly, a bolt of incredible powerful energy flashes out,
striking Quail like a bolt of lightning.
105 INT. LAST CHANCE SALOON - NIGHT
Quail and Melina are dancing. The faceted mirror ball on
the ceiling become the --
106 INT. BEDROOM - DAY
Melina watches from the bed as Quail dresses. She rises,
with only the sheet around her, tries desperately to make
Quail stay. Plainly he wants to, but he can't. They kiss
lingeringly; then Quail, as if "called to duty," exits.
108 INT. DETENTION CELL - WINDOWLESS
Quail alone, hands bound, in a holding chamber. Suddenly,
the door opens and THREE BEEFY E.I.O. AGENTS enter. They
grab Quail to haul him out. Quail battles them with
amazing skill and resourcefulness. With his bound hands
he SLUGS ONE MAN, hurling him into a wall; he RABBIT-
PUNCHES a second man with a two-handed blow and KNOCKS
HIM UNCONSCIOUS. The third man sneaks around behind
Quail and DROPS HIM WITH A BLACKJACK to the back of the
109 INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - WINDOWLESS
Quail on his back, all four limbs pinned by some futuristic
version of "the rack," his head held imobile by a FEARSOME
DEVICE similar to the one we glimpsed on Earth, in the van
the two agents tried to shove him into.
Several DOCTORS stand over him. INTO FRAME moves...
Cohaagen orders the doctors to attach electrodes to PROBES
already inserted into Quail's brain. As they turn up the
power, Quail's face contorts in a grimace of agony --
ORACLE HEAD'S VOICE
You have seen your past.
Now read the future...
110 INT. SURREAL TUNNEL - DAY OR NIGHT
The same scene we saw during the film's OPENING SEQUENCE.
A man wearing a LIGHT-WEIGHT THERMAL SUIT races through a
LABYRINTH OF TUNNELS. The GROUND TREMBLES beneath him, as
if in an earthquake. EXPLOSIONS rumble deep in the ground
below him. Suddenly we realize -- the man is Quail
INSERT - CLOSE - QUAIL
He throws a backward glance over his shoulder, fearfully,
as he runs. Suddenly a BRILLIANT WHITE LIGHT floods in
from ahead of him; he puts up his hands to protect his
eyes -- and sees his hands are SPLATTERED WITH BLOOD!
Quail runs even faster -- ahead the BRILLIANT LIGHT seems
to promise safety. He battles toward it. SOUNDS OF
EXPLOSIONS increase, building urgency. Up ahead, emerging
from the light, HANDS REACH OUT TO HELP QUAIL. He seems
almost to safety. But just as he REACHES THE HANDS --
TWO GUNSHOTS RING OUT!
SHOCK CUT TO:
111 INT. KUATO'S INNER SANCTUM - NIGHT
Quail awakens with a jolt. White as a sheet... sweating
like he's just run ten miles. Then: a transformation
seems to come over him. He LOOKS -- and SEES:
KUATO slumped across the cushions -- MELINA beside Kuato --
BENNIE standing holding a smoking GUN trained on Kuato.
(rushes to Quail)
Charles! Are you all right?
Quail stares at her, as if an entire bank of lost memories
were suddenly clicking back into place --
He kept dragging you deeper
and deeper into the trance!
We couldn't wake either of
You stopped breathing!
Quail gives Bennie that same eerie look, then turns to
Kuato, who is sprawled motionless across the pillows, a
curl of smoke rising from two entry wounds in his spine.
Why did you kill him? It
was the next bit I really...
No choice, boss. It was him
Quail lunges across the pillows to Kuato's unbreathing
form. Quail shakes the ancient mystic, trying to find a
last flicker of life.
Kuato's body is dead white. Quail releases his grip;
he about to give up when --
A MUFFLED CHOCKED SOUND comes from behind Kuato's neck.
It's the Oracle Head! Quail instantly rolls Kuato's body
over. The Head is still alive!
Quail bends closer, kneeling.
-- the vengence you seek...
and the salvation of Mars...
are waiting for you in the
crown of the Sphinx.
The Oracle Head lets out a LONG SIGH and goes limp, a
small trickle of blood oozing from the corner of its
Phobos and Demos! What was
that all about?
Quail ignores him, still kneeling -- deep in thought --
over the Oracle Head.
Are you okay?... Charles?
Quail reaches out and closes the Oracle Head's tiny
eyelids. Melina and Bennie exchange a glance. Then:
Stands. For a moment his back is to Melina and Bennie.
Then he turns.
He has become a different man. His eyes gleam. He is
forceful, purposeful, contained. Once again the ace E.I.O.
agent. Melina senses immediately that this is the man she
(even his voice
I'm fine... only I'm not
Doug -- I'm Charles Hauser...
and I know everything Hauser
He turns to Bennie
Bennie, where's your depot?
(working it out)
Well... you go outta here...
take a left, then down past
the first... no second...
water bureau you...
Can you get us there?
We're going to the Sphinx.
He strides off. The others follow, still full of questions.
Impossible, man. Guards
The Oracle... what did you
Only everything. I've got
They are now heading down the stairs toward the street.
114 EXT. STREET - EARLY MORNING
Quail, Melina and Bennie make their way through the crowds
to Bennie's depot. The streets are even busier then before -
people are now beginning to evacuate the city. Everyone is
carrying their possessions - bundles, suitcases, pets, etc.,
etc. The loudspeaker vans are still touring and broad-
casting the same message.
Bennie indicates a building on their left.
115 INT. CAR POOL - EARLY MORNING
Bennie and Melina follow Quail as he walks up and down the
rows of vehicles in the vast building. There are bull-
dozers and ore haulers as well as solar taxis.
We'll never get near the
Sphinx! They'll blow us
Quail ignores him as he continues to mumble to himself.
He rapidly but carefully inspects each vehicle as they
pass. Camera tracks rapidly with them.
What are we doing, Charles?
For God's sake, tell us.
The Sphinx... it's not some
useless artifact, it's a
machine built by some alien
race eighteen millions years
ago. The same race that
built the on one Earth...
for the same purpose.
He stops in front of a large, odd-shaped vehicle with a
large scoop or propeller on the front.
This is what we need.
He begins to climb in; the others follow.
(referring to the
It's a hunk of old stone,
Purpose? What purpose?
Bennie starts the engine.
Come on, Bennie, move it.
(then, to Melina)
Have you heard the word,
Melina shakes her head. The vehicle moves off.
115A EXT. AIR LOCK - MORNING
GUARDS are carefully checking every vehicle leaving the
city, though this has to be done fairly rapidly because
of the inhabitants leaving for the Space Ports.
The vehicle with Bennie, Quail and Melina arrives.
115B INT. VEHICLE - AIR LOCK - MORNING
Bennie is nervous. Melina and Quail are in the back, but
cannot be seen. Guards are checking all vehicles exiting,
looking for Quail and Melina.
Just deliverin' some old junk
to the mine out at Apidalia
Planitia. Got them people
you're lookin' for in the
back as well.
The Guards laugh and signal him on.
Once through the second door of the air lock (i.e. to the
area outside the city), Quail and Melina emerge and sit
up on the rear seats.
The machine in the Sphinx is
tapped straight down to the
molten core of this planet.
There are tunnels and ducts
everywhere, all powered by
You sure the little man
didn't fry your brain, Quail?
For what? To do what?
To combine elements in the
Martian core and release
them as oxygen, hydrogen
116B EXT. DESERT - MORNING
In a wide shot, the vehicle is traversing the desert. The
domed city is some distance in the background. Voices are
heard in false perspective. Emphasis is on the dry and
hostile natural landscape of Mars.
That's right. Air and water.
Terriforming will create a
permanent livable environment
for Mars. No more pressurized
cities, no more containers in
the desert. There'll be
rivers, vegetation - life -
the same as Earth.
So why is Cohaagen shipping
Don't you see?! From being
a pile of red dirt with
minerals, Mars is going to
change into a chunk of
priceless real estate.
And Cohaagen's going to own
Right! He can start selling
it off to well-heeled investors
from Earth. Beach condos, ski
resorts, you name it.
No wonder he wanted you to...
penetrate... out group.
Once word of this gets out,
the whole planet will support
117 EXT. DESERT - DAY
The vehicle is now approaching the Sphinx. Both it and
the pyramids can be seen some distance away.
Voice are heard in CU perspective.
So what can we do?
Ruin his little scheme by
terriforming ahead of
schedule - while the
inhabitants are still here.
Melina is amazed.
But who'll work the machine?
Do you know how?
I'm the only one who does.
Why do you think Cohaagen's
left me alone all this time?
118 EXT. DESERT - DAY
The vehicle is even closer to the Sphinx.
I was the first one inside
when they cracked the riddle
of the Sphinx. It must've
been programmed. Some kind
of...force...shot into me.
But Cohaagen wiped your
Just a way of putting me on
ice. He'd of reversed it
once the planet was evacuated.
Man! This is real complicated.
Go over it again, real slow.
119 INT. VEHICLE - DAY
What he hadn't counted on was
your effect on me.
And all without the marvels
of modern science!
Quail looks out the back window, his attention attracted
by two patrol vehicles. They are some distance away, but
119A EXT. DESERT - DAY
A wide shot shows a total of four patrol vehicles approach-
ing the vehicle with Quail, Melina and Bennie. Suddenly,
it stops moving.
120 INT. VEHICLE - DAY
The vehicle had just stopped.
Bennie, don't stop now, take
He turns to see Bennie is covering him and Melina with a
Like I said. It's a tough
planet. I'm a baddie, not
I should have known, you
were just too helpful.
EIO Rule One, man. Trust
Nobody. Now you can do
your terriforming stuff
right when those space
shuttles are gone.
But what about the Martian
people? Out cause? I thought
you believed in it.
Your cause? That bunch of
dead beat radicals! When I
hand in this little number...
(flicks his gun
in Quail's face)
...I'll get real estate rights
on the whole of Chryse
At that instant, Melina lunges, PUNCHES A RED EMERGENCY
BUTTON. The VENT beside Bennie's hand BLOWS OPEN, [causing]
a powerful suction caused by Mars's vacuum atmosphere.
Bennie's gun hand is PLANTED AGAINST THE VENT [OPENING.]
Simultaneously, the air in the vehicle starts rushing out!
All three parties begin choking. As Bennie's mechanical
hand claws for the lever that seals the vent, Quail has
a moment to jump him. He pounds Bennie's gun hand, the
PISTOL IS SUCKED, CLATTERING, OUT THE VENT!
Quail delivers a roundhouse punch to Bennie, knocking him
clear across the bus.
Melina seals the vent, REPRESSURIZES THE CABIN.
Bennie gets up off the floor, shaking off Quail's punch--
121 EXT. DESERT - DAY
The E.I.O. vehicle are a half mile off -- and closing in.
122 INT. SAND MOLE - DAY
Quail glances at the vehicles, turns to Bennie -- ready
to jump him. But stops short at what he sees Bennie doing.
Bennie is clipping on his MECHANICAL ARM. It sprouts
several rows of vicious-looking STEEL BLADES --
This makes Bennie a cut above
Bennie presses another button and the BLADES START SPINNING.
Bennie's mechanical arm is in effect now a BUZZ SAW!
The fight begins. Bennie attacks Quail with his buzz-saw
arm; Quail dodges. Bennie's arm shreds various articles
in the cabin -- and keeps Melina at bay with well-timed
swipes. Finally Bennie gets in a roundhouse punch to
Quail's jaw with his real hand. Quail sprawls, dazed.
Now Bennie goes for the kill. But Melina leaps onto him.
Bennie grabs her by the hair and moves his SPINNING HAND
in for the quick kill. Melina clutches the terrifying
appendage with both hands, desperately keeping it at bay.
But her strength is no match for Bennie; the whirring
blades are just about to bite into Melina's neck when --
Quail comes back, lands a ferocious rabbit punch to
Bennie's spine. Quail lunges at him, grabs the blade
weapon; he and Bennie crash into the cabin wall and --
The BLADE RIPS CLEAR THROUGH THE MOLE'S WALL! Alarms
sound as a GAPING HOLE IS BLOWN IN THE SIDE OF THE
CABIN! ALL THE AIR IS SUCKED OUT BY MARS'S EXTERNAL
Now no one can breathe. They all claw for their masks,
[still] in place. Bennie is first; he recovers, lunges
with his SPINNING ARM for Quail. Quail barely dodges,
grabs the arm, muscles it back toward Bennie --
The SPINNING BLADES SEVER BENNIE'S OWN OXYGEN LINE! Gasp-
ing, he falters. Quail aims a titanic blow, PUNCHES
BENNIE out through the hole in the mole's wall!
Quail and Melina, masks on, stare out as Bennie claws
desperately at his severed air line. The Martian vacuum
pulls the oxygen from Bennie's lungs, he chokes, staggers --
122AA EXT. DESERT - DAY
Bennie is beside the vehicle. He implodes like a balloon
with all its air gone.
122AB INT/EXT. VEHICLE - DAY
Melina hides her face in horror. At that instant --
122A EXT. DESERT - DAY
Bullets dig into the sand all around the vehicle. The
patrol cars are only a few hundred yards away! Loud-
speakers call for Quail's surrender.
122B INT. VEHICLE - DAY
Quail lunges for the vehicle controls. Presses a button
marked "Dive". The vehicle tilts.
122C EXT. DESERT - DAY
The vehicle burrows powerfully into the sand. As the
patrol cars close in and rake the desert with gunfire,
the vehicle vanishes from sight. In the distance, the
Sphinx looms ominously.
A driver in one of the patrol vehicles (filmed from outside
the windscreen) is speaking into a microphone. He can't
be heard but can only be radioing a report.
123 INT. SAND MOLE - MOVING - UNDERGROUND
The little mining vehicle moves powerfully, propelled by
its BORER NOSE.
Quail mans the controls while Melina struggles to shore up
the gaping hole in the side, into which SAND is POURING
as the mole moves forward. Quail looks at a compass in
the control panel. He makes a correction.
Hope I've got this direction
Sand pours over him from bullet holes resulting from the
encounter with patrol cars.
CU speedometer: 22 MPH. Every other gauge is overheating,
flashing WARNING LIGHTS --
124 INT. SPHINX CONTROL ROOM - DAY
Cohaagen and a number of his associates, plus scientists
and heavily arms troops are present.
The air supply is off under
Yes, sir. In a couple of
hours it'll be all gone.
Any trouble with the rabble?
Not much, sir. A lot of
complaining. But they're
all heading towards the
On some of the video screens a number of space shuttles
can be seen, ready for departure to Earth.
123 INT. TUNNEL BENEATH SPHINX
The Mole bores through a sand wall, emerges into a cramped
horizontal tunnel. Quail and Melina leap out. The poor
Mole is smoking like an overheated drill bit. Its nose
is worn to a nub.
We got in with this thing,
but we'll never get back out.
A shame. Such a pleasant
There's a lighted area at the end of the tunnel. Quail
and Melina hurry toward it, moving silently, close to
126B INT. MAIN DOWNSHAFT
They draw up an abyss -- where their tunnel intersects the
MAIN DOWNSHAFT. Melina gasps at the colossal scale of the
drilling, hundreds of yards across, deeper than the eye
can see, and crisscrossed by catwalks, buttresses and
Quail and Melina are forty feet below the upper end of
the main downshaft. They can look up the shaft and
see the first interior level of the Sphinx itself.
This is the main tap --
straight down to the core
of Mars. When we trigger
the mechanism, fusion
reactors will detonate down
there -- four hundred miles
Remind me not to slip.
The new elements will come
booming up through this
shaft -- and six thousand
others all around the
He's right at home -- and full of confidence.
Quail climbs onto the ladder, which links various top
He starts to climb. Melina follows him. They are tiny
figures. The space around them plummets down to infinity.
127 INT. CORRIDOR AT TOP OF SHAFT - LOWEST MANNED LEVEL (LEVEL ONE)
A patrol of NINE HEAVILY-ARMED GUARDS appear from a corridor
in Level One -- directly above where Quail and Melina are
128 ON THE WALL OF THE SHAFT
Quail and Melina's heads inch into view at floor level.
They take one peek at these formidable warriors and duck
back swiftly out of sight.
129 INT. TOP OF SHAFT - LOWEST MANNED LEVEL (LEVEL ONE)
(to two of his
Stay in contact. I want to
hear from this checkpoint
every four minutes.
Seven of the Guards move off, two remain in position.
We HEAR the FOOTSTEPS of the seven guards recede.
The two remaining guards realize their isolation; they
glance tensely to one another.
Did you hear something?
The First Guard points to the edge of the main shaft --
right where Quail and Melina are hiding. The Guards
cock their weapons, start cautiously forward. Just as
they're about to peer over the brink, guns at the
QUAIL'S VOICE (O.S.)
(from behind the
I'm not there, boys. I'm
The guards spin around, weapons poised. Standing in the
shadows, near the corridor, is Quail! (Still with no
Both guards walk quickly toward Quail, covering him with
(to Guard #2)
Watch him. He was EIO trained.
They're all full of tricks.
Yeah? Like...who was that
guy? -- Fred Bond??
Keep 'em up, Fred, keep 'em
Quail has his arms raised high. Just as the Guards reach
him, he fizzes electronically, emitting a humming sound,
Before either Guard can react, the real Quail appears --
one foot behind them. With two LIGHTNING BLOWS, he
dispatches the Guards. (Apparently Quail has climbed out
of the shaft while the Guards were distracted.)
Quail snatches both Guards' weapons, grenades and ammo
belts. Melina climbs out of the shaft. Quail tosses her
one of the Guard's guns.
130 INT. CORRIDOR - LEVEL ONE
ALARMS go off everywhere. Quail -- carrying a gun and all
the grenades and ammo belts -- and Melina (just carrying a
gun) bolt down a corridor past a sign: "LEVEL ONE".
Where'd you get that little
Mail-order company. It's a
great one for fooling the
131 INT. CONTROL ROOM (LEVEL THIRTEEN)
Cohaagen and his Aides hear the ALARMS, see Quail and
Melina on MONITORS as they race down the corridor on
How the hell did they get in?
Up the fusion core.
Up the fusion core??
He exhibits begrudging admiration for Quail.
They're on Level One.
A wall sign behind Cohaagen reads: "LEVEL THIRTEEN".
Seal all upper levels.
A button is pressed and huge doors slide across in front
of the formidable doors already closing the Control Room
off from the outside corridors.
133 INT. LEVEL ONE CORRIDOR
Quail and Melina are still racing through the corridors.
He passes her a fresh ammo belt.
Know how to use one of these?
Melina expertly ejects her spent clip (that Guards fired
at Quail), slams in a fresh clip and cocks the gun.
Quail has a half-second to react, impressed, then --
FOUR GUARDS pound into view at the end of the corridor.
Melina opens fire, nails two. Quail heaves a grenade; as
it EXPLODES, he and Melina bolt down a side corridor --
134 INT. VARIOUS CORRIDORS, CATWALKS, STAIRS
ALARMS continue as Quail and Melina dash down the side
passageway. MORE GUARDS cut them off; Melina's machine
gun sends them scattering --
Quail pauses at a corner. He looks around quickly and sees
that an elevator is arriving. He motions Melina back. The
doors of the elevator begin to open. Very quickly, Quail
bobs his head and arm around the corner. He calls out,
He hurls something toward the armed men in the elevator.
Instinctively one of them reaches for the thrown object.
It is an explosive device of some sort. Quail and Melina
press themselves against the wall just around a corner from
the elevator. There is a tremendous explosion.
Quail, followed by Melina, rounds a corner. The elevator
is in ruins; bodies are scattered everywhere.
Great stuff, but how do we
She points toward the upper levels.
135 INT. CONTROL ROOM (LEVEL THIRTEEN)
Melina and Quail can be seen on the security monitor from
a high angle. Quail looks up, spots the monitor, and
shoots is to pieces. The image on the screen goes black.
Forget them. We'll pick up
Quail once the shuttles have
left for Earth.
137 INT. CORRIDOR
Quail spots a large WINDOWED AIR LOCK at the end of the
corridor. He and Melina race to it. Quail starts to open
the inner door of the air lock.
If you're afraid of the
heights, you better get
over it real quick.
He is pulling Melina through the inner air lock door just
GUARDS stampede around the corner of the corridor toward
Quail is out of sight, but they see Melina poised near the
window. She waves and smiles to them, hiding her gun behind
her body. They slow down and approach less cautiously,
beguiled by her manner and attractiveness. As they get
close, she suddenly lifts her gun and opens fire, mowing
140 EXT. SPHINX'S FACE - DAY
Quail and Melina climb through the outer air lock door.
They are at the Sphinx's shoulder, with a dizzying drop
beneath them. Melina looks down. She's sorry she did:
the fall is at least 200 feet. (Both are wearing their
Quail and Melina start to climb. Up the Sphinx's shoulder,
along its Egyptian-like headdress --
141 INT. CONTROL ROOM - DAY
Cohaagen's chief aide, Emile, addresses him quietly.
If Quail's the only one who
can operate all this...
...then he can call all the
We'll tell him the computer's
worked out the operational
details so we don't really
need him. We're just doing
him a favor.
And if that doesn't work?
We offer him rewards.
What if that doesn't work?
We'll torture him. You don't
think I got this far by being
a nice guy?
142 EXT. SPHINX'S FACE - DAY
Quail and Melina traverse across the cheekbones, haul
themselves up at the base of the red translucent eyes --
142A INT. CONTROL ROOM - DAY
The video monitors show the space shuttles. An operator,
with earphones, turns to Cohaagen.
First of the shuttles ready
for departure, sir. Two
142B EXT. SPHINX - DAY
Quail jams THREE GRENADES against the glass of the eyes,
pulls Melina back behind the stone cheeks --
143 INT. SPHINX CONTROL ROOM
A MUFFLED EXPLOSION (due to the thin Martian atmosphere)
detonates overhead. THE SPHINX'S RIGHT EYE BLOWS IN a
storm of shards and shrapnell.
Instantly, the room turns into a hurricane as the Martian
vacuum sucks out all air! Everyone panics, grabbing their
Seal the breach! Repressurize!
An aide dives for an EMERGENCY SWITCH. But now --
Quail and Melina, wearing breather masks, bursts in onto
an overhead catwalk. They OPEN FIRE on the Guards, who are
choking, struggling with their masks.
An EMERGENCY PRESSURE SEAL powers into place, sealing the
breach in the eye. REPRESSURIZATION comes up, the internal
atmosphere stabilizes --
None of the men inside the control room still moves. The
victors tug off their masks, spring down to the main level.
Melina hurries to the main control panel.
Melina looks towards the video monitors showing half a
dozen huge space shuttles lined up for departure.
Those shuttles are starting up
any minute. If you know how
to work this thing, you better
do it now.
Quail tentatively approaches the imposingly complex
Don't you know how?
Transfixed, mesmerized, Quail moves closer to the control
Yes... there's a vital
He approaches even closer. He begins to raise his arm
towards a blank area a little above his head.
If you activate the mechanism
you'll die...there were
glimpses of it in your
Wrong, Cohaagen, there's a
long tunnel, a brilliant
white light, hands reaching
That's your death. That's
what it looks like. That's
what is always looks like.
Quail looks around him, half-convinced.
on video screens)
Charles - for Mars's sake....
Quail hesitates. He looks from Melina to Cohaagen.
It's not too late. Join us
again. U've a lot to offer.
A whole world.
Quail continues to look at him, thoughtfully.
You don't deserve a new world,
you and people like you made
too big a mess of the old one.
Time someone else had a
He turns back to the machine and slowly raises his arm
again. His fingers reach towards the blank section on
the panel. Slowly, through the panel, a luminous hand
reaches toward Quail's fingers. Gently, the fingers of
the two hands touch.
The entire control room begins to rumble and shudder. As
Quail reaches for Melina, Cohaagen suddenly dives on him.
They grapple amid the shuddering Sphinx and can be seen
only intermittently as debris crashes around them.
The fight ends as Cohaagen is hurled backwards and
disappears when a section of floor collapses underneath him.
144 INT. SURREAL TUNNEL
A reprise of the sequence that opened the movie.
Quail RUNS THROUGH A LABYRINTH OF TUNNELS. THE GROUND
HEAVES BENEATH HIM ... HUGE STONE BLOCKS CRASH DONW ON
ALL SIDES! We hear an EXPLOSION and ANOTHER and ANOTHER,
each one SOUNDING CLOSER than the last --
Quail clamps him breathing mask on as he runs. Is this
his own death? Where is Melina?
The tunnel walls are just like the ones in Quail's
original nightmare -- bright reddish-orange, clay and
Quail throws a backward glance fearfully over his shoulder.
The EXPLOSIONS are closer. Suddenly --
Up ahead appears a BRILLIANT WHITE LIGHT. Quail sees it,
but it only terrifies him more. Is it death he's running
to? He hurries on with all his strength, but --
Just as he nears the white light, HE FALLS. On his knees,
too weak to move. He struggles --
HANDS ARE REACHING OUT TO HIM, from out of the brilliant
light. Quail stretches for them, just as --
A FINAL EXPLOSION blows him forward -- straight into the
WHITE LIGHT! The HANDS SEIZE HIM, pull him upward to --
145 EXT. MARTIAN DESERT - DAY
The hands belong to breather-masked MINERS, dismounting
rapidly from an overloaded transport vehicle which was
taking them to the Space Port. Quail looks from them to
Melina, who is walking towards the group.
QUAIL'S P.O.V. - MINERS' MASKED FACES
The miners' desert garb, shield goggles and breathers add
to the surreal nightmare quality of Quail's tortured
BACK TO QUAIL
In terror, lost, disoriented totally.
Am I dying?
I won't lie to you, pal.
MINER (from Melina's bar)
I'd say in about forty years...
(he and others
help Quail to
...come on, we've gotta get
to the Space Port. That
switched off the air.
Shippin' us all out. Mars
A MINER'S WIFE watches them. She is crying.
Quail looks up at the sky. Melina follows his glance.
So do the others.
Slowly, but perceptibly, the color is changing from yellow
What is it?
All the miners are puzzled, apprehensive. Quail reaches
toward the one who spoke to him before and pulls off his
breathing apparatus. At first the man is shocked, then
realizes he can breathe without it. Quail takes off
his own, then Melina's
All the miners watch in amazement. They all remove their
That's just the start. Next
there'll be rain and growth
and ... life.
Melina embraces him.
Rekall could never have come
up with anything like this.
Melina looks oddly at him, smiling, mysterious.
As the sky becomes more and more blue, more of the Miners
descend from the bus. Softly at first, then with more and
more confidence, they begin singing the Martian National
The music swells. Quail puts his arm around Melina. They
both join in the chorus.
It reaches an impassioned crescendo as the FRAME FREEZES
and the END CREDITS ROLL UP the screen.