HELM
I'm sure she hated every fuckin' minute
of it.
47 INT. RICHTER'S CAR - NIGHT 47
The dashboard is filled with elaborate tracking devices,
electronic maps, and communications equipment. In the
passenger seat, Richter furiously turns knobs and punches
buttons, unsuccessfully trying to get a reading on Quaid.
RADIO (O.S.)
Six beta nine, we have a live
transmission from Mr. Cohaagen.
RICHTER
Richter here. Patch it through.
A video monitor lights up with a grainy image of Cohaagen's
angry face.
COHAAGEN (LIVE FEED)
What the fuck is going on down there?!
RICHTER
I'm trying to neutralize a traitor.
COHAAGEN
If I wanted him dead, you moron, I
wouldn't have dumped him on Earth.
RICHTER
We can't let him run around. He knows
too much.
COHAAGEN
Lori says he can't remember jack shit!
RICHTER
That's now. In an hour, he could have
total recall.
COHAAGEN
Listen to me, Richter, I want Quaid
delivered alive for re-implantation.
Have you got that? I want him back
in place with Lori.
Richter is mortified.
COHAAGEN (CONT'D)
Did you hear me?
Richter turns a dial, causing the reception to break up.
RICHTER
What was that? I couldn't hear you.
HELM
I've got Quaid.
COHAAGEN
I said I want him back in place with
Lori...
Richter deliberately intensifies the interference. Cohaagen
makes vituperative threats which we can't decipher.
RICHTER
Hello? We've got sunspots. I'm
switching to another channel.
Helm nudges Richter. A blinking red dot flashes on the
Tracking Device on a map filled with large CIRCLES. Richter
is happy to see it. He snaps his fingers and points Helm
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