him on the screen.
TIFFANY (CONT'D)
Bob, Douglas Quaid is here to see you.
(listens, hangs up)
It'll just be a minute.
QUAID
Thank you.
Quaid ambles around the room, perusing VIDEO TRAVEL POSTERS
for imaginary vacations. Tiffany watches him with interest.
A moment later, BOB McCLANE enters. He's a former high school
jock.
MCCLANE
Doug...Bob McClane.
QUAID
Nice to meet you.
MCCLANE
Good to see ya. Right this way.
McClane shakes Quaid's hand and leads him away. Meanwhile,
Tiffany diffidently changes the color of her fingernails again
with a touch of the stylus.
19 INT. MCCLANE'S OFFICE AT RECALL - DAY 19
McClane ushers Quaid into a stylishly decorated room.
MCCLANE
Have a seat, sit down, make yourself
comfortable.
Quaid lowers himself into a sleek, futuristic chair. McClane
sits behind his desk.
MCCLANE (CONT'D)
Now help me out here, Doug. You were
interested in a memory of...
QUAID
Mars.
MCCLANE
(unenthusiastic)
Right. Mars.
QUAID
That a problem?
MCCLANE
To be perfectly honest with you, Doug,
if outer space is your thing, I think
you'd be much happier with one of our
Saturn cruises.Everybody raves about
'em.
QUAID
(irritated)
I'm not interested in Saturn. I said
Mars.
MCCLANE
Okay, you're the boss -- Mars it is.
McClane types on his computer keyboard, and figures come up on
his screen.
MCCLANE (CONT'D)
Let's see...the basic Mars package will
run you just eight hundred and
ninety-nine credits. That's for two
full weeks of memories, complete in
every detail. --A longer trip'll run
you a little more, cause you need a
deeper implant.
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