it's your time of the month again.
at least once a month. douglas quail's obsession. for twelve years you've been talking about mars.
that's right, douglas. but not you. not us.
as it is, we can barely scrape by on your lousy ten thousand a week.
what do they expect .  the way men dress these days .  then they scream rape.
rape men in the park?
go to hell.
more of a half-wit. for a start a war could break out there any day .
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.
yeah? who's going to report me? you?.  wimp.
screwing around's illegal, too. but just give me half a chance.
what! this stupid obsess.
doug, you've got to forget.
oh my god.
what men? doug, you're crazy.
you're here now. they didn't kill you.
where? where are they?
doug! it's something they put into your mind at the memory place. fantasies. that's their business.
you're a computer operator. you're a bore. you're a wimp. you're not a killer.
doug, i want you to see a doctor. now alec and shirley turnbull have a good man. he helped alec through his breakdown.
i haven't seen you move that fast since i've known you.
i'm not your wife, quail.
it's a false memory implant. i never saw you before six weeks ago.
no, quail. it's true. you work for e.i.o. so do i.
we had to watchdog you. make sure the erasure took. a wife seemed like a good idea.
all implanted.
the job's real -- you've had is six weeks -- since you got back from mars.
it's all a fabrication, quail. everything you know.
you exist, all right. that's the problem.
they don't particularly. that was my idea. this assignment was boring me to death. the personality they gave you wasn't too thrilling.
i've no idea. i just work here.
i don't have to follow you. you can't get away from e.i.o. nobody does.