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So where are you? You're in some hotel room? You just wake up and you're in a motel room?

I... I don't know, it's just an anonymous room.

It's just an anonymous room.

Nothing in the drawers which will look anyway

Nothing except the Gideon Bible

which I of course read religiously.

You know, you know who you are

and you know kind of all about yourself

just for day-to-day stuff, notes are really useful.

Sammy Cankz has had the same problem

Had no system he wrote himself a ridiculous amount of notes, but he'd get them all mixed up

You, really, do need a system if if you're, gonna make it work

You really need a system

You, kind of, learn to trust you're on handwriting that becomes an important part of your life

Write yourself notes in where you, put your notes that, also becomes really important

You need like a jacket he's got like six pockets in it in particular pockets for a particular things

You just kind of learn to know where things go and how the system works.

And you have to be wary of other people writing stuff for you

that is not going to make sense or is going to lead you astray.

I mean people should be taking advantage of somebody with this condition.

If you have a piece of information which is vital,

writing on your body instead of in a piece of paper can be the answer.

It's just a permanent way of keeping a note.

Who is this?

You said we talked before. I don't remember that.

Yeah, but it's not amnesia.

I remember everything up until my injury.

I just can't make new memories,

so I can't remember talking to you.

What did we talk about?

Hmmph.

Oh, Sammy Janckis.

I guess I tell people about Sammy help them understand.

Sammy's story helps me understand my own situations.

Well, Sammy wrote himself endless amounts of notes,

but they got mixed up.

I have a more graceful solution to the memory problem.

Wh tell me?

I'm discipline and organized.

I use habit and routine to make my life possible.

Sam, he had no drive, no 그� do for a reason to make it work.

Me? Yeah, I got a reason.

I met samurai through work.

Insurance, I was the investigator.

I'll investigate the claims to see which ones were phony.

I had to see through people's bullshit.

Useful experience because now it's my life.

When I meet someone, I don't know if I've met them before,

I have to look in their eyes and try and figure them out.

My job taught me the best way to find out what someone knew

was to just let them talk.

Watch the eyes and the body language.

If someone scratches their nose while they're talking

the experts will tell you it means they are lying.

It really means they're nervous.

People get nervous for all sorts of reasons.

It's all about context.

Yeah, I was good.

Sammy was my first real challenge.

I'd just become an investigator when I came across Sammy.

Mr. Samuel R. Cän cứ

strangest case ever.

Now the guy's a 58 year old, semi retired accountant.

He and his wife had been in this car accident.

Nothing too serious, but

he's acting funny.

He can't get a handle on what's going on.

The doctors find some possible damage to the hippocampus.

Nothing conclusive.

Sammy can't remember anything for more than a

couple of minutes.

Can't work.

Can't do shit.

The medical bills pile up.

His wife calls the insurance company.

And I get sent in.

Now this is my first big claims investigation,

so i really checked into it. Sammy could think just fine,

but he can't make any new memories. He can only remember things for a couple

of minutes. He can only watch TV, but anything longer

than a couple of minutes was too confusing. He couldn't remember how it began.

They were like commercials, they were short.

The crazy part was this guy couldn't even follow the plot of

Greenacres anymore or can do the most complicated things.

And as long as he kept his mind

on what he was doing.

And the doctors assure me

that there's a real condition

called anterograde memory loss

or short-term memory loss.

It's rare.

But legit.

But every time I see him,

I catch this look.

This slight look of recognition.

But he says he can't remember me at all.

Married, became friends with me again.

Married again.

Married.

Okay.

Bye.

Now, I can read people,

and I'm thinking that actor.

So now I'm suspicious, and I'll go to more tests.

Sammy couldn't pick up any new skills at all,

but I find something in my research, conditioning.

Sammy should still be able to learn through repetition.

It's how you learn stuff, like riding a bike.

You just get better through practice.

It's a completely different part

of the brain from the short-term memory.

So I have the doctors test Sammy's response to conditioning.

Just pick up any three objects.

That's a test.

Where were you guys when I did my CPA?

Sorry.

Ta-dam.

Ow.

What the fuck? It's a test, Sammy.

We'll test this, you fuck'n quack.

Some of the objects were electrified.

That gave him a small shock.

They kept repeating the test always...

...with the same objects electrified.

The point was to see if Sammy...

...could learn to avoid the electrified object...

not by memory, but by instinct.

They kept testing Sammy for months.

Always with the same objects, carrying the electrical charge.

What the fuck?

It's a test, Sammy.

To test this he fucking quack.

Even with total short-term memory loss,

Sammy should've learned to instinctively stop picking up the wrong objects.

年的 varit du syndrome, Sammy didn't respond at all.

It was enough to suggest that he's condition was psychological, not physical.

We turned down his claim on the grounds that he wasn't covered for mental illness.

His wife got stuck with the bills and I got a big promotion.

Conditioning didn't work for Sammy.

So he became helpless, but it works for me.

I think the way Sammy couldn't...

habit and routine make my life possible...

conditioning, acting on instinct.

Sammy's wife was crippled by the cost of supporting him

and fighting the company's decision ...

but it wasn't the money that got to her.

I never said that Sammy was faking

No, I don't.

Just that his problem is mental, not physical.

I've got a pen in your pocket, okay?

But she couldn't understand.

I did something wrong.

Now we're gonna deal with it, we'll figure out.

She looks into his eyes and sees the same person,

and if it's not a physical problem, he should just snap out of it.

Ellen called! Ellen called!

Ellen can't send me.

I'm sorry, I'm trying. I'm sorry.

Honor.

So, good old Leonard Selby from the insurance company gives Sir the Seed of Doubt,

just like he gave her to the doctors.

But I never said that he was faking, I never said that.

Well what Mrs. Jankers didn't understand was,

that you can't bully someone into remembering.

The more pressure you're under the harder it gets.

Well then call me back?

Who is this?

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

Well, sir, that had certainly been keeping with some of my own discoveries.

I was hoping for a little more on the drugs angle.

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At the police report mentioned the drugs

found in the car outside the house

The car was stolen, but his prints were all over it

I got friends in the department

But they weren't even looking for John G.

The stuff they found in the car just fit when they believed it happened.

So they didn't chase any of it up.

There's something about the drugs stashed in the car that doesn't ring true for me.

Because the police claim the guy was an addict, needing money to score...

...which I think is bullshit because he's not gonna go breaking into places...

...while they've still got a stash that big.

Well, I think John G left it there. Or planted it there.

How do you know that?

Oh, shit, that's true. It fits.

So he's a dealer.

Hang on a sec.

Now we're getting somewhere.

I can't blame the cops for not taking me seriously.

This is a difficult condition for people to understand.

I mean, look at Sammy Jackas.

His own wife couldn't deal with it.

I told you about how she tried to get him to snap out of it.

Eventually she came to see me at the office.

I found out all kinds of shit.

She told me about life with Sammy. How she treated him.

Thank you for seeing me.

It got to the point where she'd get Sammy

to hide food all around the house

to stop feeding him to see if he was hungry

and make him remember where he'd hidden the food.

To the parking lot.

She wasn't a cruel person. She just wanted old Sammy back.

Mr. Shelby. You know all about Sammy

and you've decided that he's faking.

Mrs. Abgis, the Company's position

isn't that Sammy's faking anything.

well, just that his condition can't be shown to be f...

I just want to know what your honest opinion about Sammy is.

Uh-uh, we shouldn't even be talking like this

while the case is still open to appeal.

I'm not appealing the decision.

Then why are you here?

To try to understand.

When I look at Sammy, I don't see some vegetable.

I see my same old Sammy...

what do you think that's like for me,

to suspect that he might be imagining this whole problem

and if I could just say the right thing,

thing he'd snap out of it and go back to being normal.

If I...

If I knew that my old Sammy were truly gone,

then I could say goodbye and start loving this new Sammy.

As long as I have a daughter can't say goodbye and move on.

What do you want from me?

I want you to forget the company you work for for 30 seconds

and tell me if you really believe

that Sammy's faking his condition.

I need to know what you honestly believe.

I believe that sammy should be physically capable of making them memories.

thank you

I thought I'd helped her. I thought she just needed some kind of answer.

Didn't think it was important what the answer was.

Just that she had one to believe.

No, she shouldn't have given me that responsibility!

I'm a claims investigator, not a doctor.

Yeah, I guess, but I got all sorts of other considerations.

Legal responsibilities, large finance-

Who is this?

Who is this?

Who?

Phone ringing

Front desk? Bert, right, this is Mr. Shelby in room 21.

Yeah, that's the thing. I don't want any calls.

No, none at all.

the

I need to look people in the eye when I talk to them.

What?

and

I know you're a cop, but what do you want?

Have I done something wrong?

I don't know, something bad maybe.

Why are you asking me?

because of my condition.

You don't believe someone with this condition?

Nobody believed Sammy.

I didn't even fucking believe Sammy.

It's completely fucked because nobody believes you.

It's amazing what little brain damage

it will do for your credibility.

I guess it's some kind of poetic justice

for not believing Sammy.

You know the truth about my condition, Officer?

You don't know anything.

You feel angry, you don't know why,

you feel guilty, you have no idea why.

You could do anything.

Not have the faintest idea 10 minutes later.

Like Sammy.

And what if I done something like Sammy?

I didn't tell you?

What happened to Sammy and his wife?

She came to c mate my office.

I thought she was just tryna catch me off guard,

so I didn't tell her what I really thought,

but I never said that he was faking.

Just that his condition was mental, not physical.

I found out later that she went home

and gave Sammy his final exam.

Sammy, it's time for my shot.

She knew beyond a doubt that he loved her, so she found a way to test him.

It's time for my shot.

Hm.

She really thought she'd call his bluff, don't you think?

Yeah.

Or she just didn't want to live with the things

she'd put him through.

She just didn't want to live with the things she'd put him through.

Sammy.

It's time for my shot.

That won't hurt.

Oh.

if she went into a coma and never recovered.

If Sammy couldn't understand or explain what happened.

He's been in a home ever since.

He doesn't even know his Wife is dead.

I was wrong about Sammy, and I was wrong about his Wife.

She wasn't interested in the money.

She just needed to understand his problem.

You know, when she looked into his eyes she thought he could be the same person.

When I looked into his eyes I thought I saw recognition.

Now, I know you fake it.

If you think you're supposed to recognize somebody you just pretend to.

You bluff it to get a pat on the head from the doctors.

You bluff it to seem less of a freak.

What drug dealer?

So, this Jimmy Grant steals drugs out of the bar where his girlfriend works?

where his girlfriend works.

But he's not gonna bring her along,

he'll come by himself, right?

I always figured the drugs angle

would be the best way to get him.

No officer.

I'm as ready as I'll ever be.

Here in the lobby?

What do you look like?

I'll be right there.

Eddie!

Officer Gammo?

Yeah. Come on.

Hey, smile!

Uh, uh, not here.

Thank you, officer.

Now, is it officer or lieutenant Campbell?

You know what, Don't write Campbell.

Just Teddy.

Why?

I'm undercover.

This is the directions where he's going.

My number's on the bottom if you need me.

You're not coming?

No, it wouldn't be appropriate?

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Hey Lenny!

I FILTERED THIS for you, Jimmy.

What do you want?

What do you mean you want it?

What do you mean?

Let's go, Jimmy.

You got a white shirt.

Jimmy.

That's all.

Terry!

Come on, love, let's go to king.

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Why?

I don't want to get blood on them.

Whoa... Whoa, whoa, whoa,

Wait, wait. Did he tell you...

Take your pants off!

I got 200, 200 grand

stashed in the car.

Just take it. Just take it.

You think he could bargain with me?

Just take the money and walk away.

I don't want your money.

Then what?

What do you want from me?

I want my fucken life back.

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I'd better go.

What is it?

What's wrong, man?

Nothing.

Did you go through there?

No.

Hey, you heard.

You said Sammy.

How does he know about Sammy?

Over.

What have I done?

Hey, mister, I need help.

There's a guy in here.

He's hurt bad.

We gotta get him to a doctor.

All right.

I don't know what happened. I've got this memory thing.

Do I know you?

No. Don't worry. I'm a cop.

Are you still breathing?

Well I don't know. Maybe.

What the hell are you guys doin' down here?

Well, I don't remember. I have this condition.

Well, I hope it's not as serious as his

because this guy's dead.

Lenny, that shit killed me!

So, you remember me now, huh?

You are a fucking cop!

Yeah, and I'm the guy to help you find him!

Get up! Get up!

Lenny, you got the wrong idea!

Who is that. He knew me.

Of course he did. He raped your wife, he fucked up your brain.

Bullshit.. He's not the guy.

His name is James F Grant's John Gee.

Check your tattoos.

Don't bring aworks of sucrantfr Why was he bringing the two hundred grand for.

What?

What was it for?

A load of amphetamines. Cos, I told him I had.

Is this a drug deal?

No.. Yeah, that and your thing.

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Look, Glenard, Jimmy is your guy. I just figure we make a few dollars on the side.

He was a con man, a faker.

I never said that Sammy was faking.

Exposed him for what he was.

A fraud.

But I was wrong!

That's the whole point.

See, Sammy's wife came to me and��

Sammy didn't have a wife!

It was your wife who had diabetes.

Ouch.

My wife wasn't diabetic.

You sure?

Ouch.

Cut it out.

She wasn't diabetic?

Think I don't know my own wife?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I guess I can only make you remember the things

you want to be true.

Like old Jimmy down there.

He's not the right guy.

He was to you.

Come on, you got your revenge.

Enjoy it while you still remember.

What difference does it make whether he was your guy

Listen.

How can you be so sure what happened is fake?

What's most certain?

You're in a situation,

where you know who wasn't told,

but you have no clues.

How can I be so sure?

It makes all the difference.

You're never going to know.

I will.

Somehow.

You won't remember!

I'll know when it's done.

I thought so, too!

In fact, I was sure of it, but you didn't!

I'm the one that helped you find the other guy on your bathroom that night?

The guy that cracked your skull and fucked your wife?

We found him, you killed him.

But you didn't remember.

So I helped you start looking again,

looking for the guy you already killed.

Oh yeah? So who was he?

Just some guy. I mean, does it even matter who?

No reason, Lenny. No conspiracy, just bad fucking luck.

A coupla of junkies too strung out to realize your wife didn't live alone.

But when you killed him, I-I was so convinced that you'd remember.

But it didn't stick.

Like nothing ever sticks like this won't stick.

I took that picture.

Just when you did.

Look how happy you are.

I wanted to see that face again.

Oh, Gee, thanks.

Fuck you.

I gave you a reason to live,

and you were more than happy to help.

You don't want the truce.

You make up your own truce.

Like your police file.

It was complete when I gave it to you.

Who took out the 12 pages?

You probably.

No, it wasn't me.

Why would I do that?

To create a puzzle you could never solve,

and you know how many towns,

how many John presentees, or James parliamentes's,

I mean, shit, Lenny, I'm a fucking John Gee.

Your name's Teddy.

My mother calls me Teddy.

There's plenty of John Gee's for us to find.

All you do is moan.

I'm the one that has to live with what you've done.

I'm the one that put it all together.

You, you wander around, you're playing detective.

You're living a dream, kid.

A dead wife to pay for.

A sense a purpose to your life.

A romantic quest that you wouldn't end...

... even if I wasn't in the picture.

I should kill you.

Quit it, Lenny.

Come on. You're not a killer.

That's why you're so good at it.

Come on, what are you doing?

You know what time it is?

It's beer o'clock. I'm buying!

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I'm not a killer.

I'm just someone who wanted to make things right.

Can I just let myself forget what you've told me?

Can I just let myself forget what you've made me do?

You think I just want another puzzle to solve?

Another John G to look for?

You're a John G.

So you can be my Dingy

Do I lie to myself to be happy you're here steady yes, I will

who own this car any way he can.

Hey. Hey! That's not your car.

It is now.

Jesus. You can't take it.

Why not?

Because the guy you just killed owns it!

Somebody'll recognize it.

You know, I think I'd rather be mistaken

for a dead guy than a killer.

I might hang on to this for a while.

Lenny!

Look, don't let me...

Will you help me find the keys?

I have to believe in a world outside my own mind.

I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them.

I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still there?

Who the hell is that dennis onって?

Now, where was I?

Hey, Lenny, how you doing?

It's private back here.

It's okay.

We know each other, right kid?

How'd you know I was in here?

Well, the Jag's out front.

Shoulda put it around back. What are you still doing here?

There's plenty of tattoo parlors up north.

I guess I just wanted to get something down before.

Give me the keys, I'll move. I'll be all right.

Wait out there.

Oh, for crap.

Give me a minute. I gotta get something for you.

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Look, hang in there, will ya?

All right, we gotta get you out here.

Why?

Come on, ready?

How many times I gotta' tell you

it's not safe for you hang around here any more?

Why not?

Because that cop's looking for you.

Now I gotta' get you a new identity,

some new clothes, a different car would do for now,

so put these on.

Whoa, whoa, what cop?

He's a bad cop, he's the one

originally checking into the discount?

And he's been calling you for days now,

telling you shit, slipping envelopes under your door,

shit like that.

How do you know this?

He told me, he thinks it's funny,

he's been laughin' at ya.

You're full of shit.

No, I'm not.

He knows you're no good on the phone,

so he's been calling you up.

Sometimes you don't answer the phone,

so he slips shit under your door

to scare you into answering the phone again.

Giving you a line of crap about John � Jen

being some local drug dealer, Jimmy Krantz.

Who's Jimmy Krantz?

Leonard, Jimmy's the drug dealer.

The cop wants to know how his operations run,

He's got some score in mind.

Somehow, you're involved.

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You aren't full of shеt.

What would you do, remember why she asked to meet him

after Natalie, Ferdy's bar?

NO!

Hey, Jimmy.

I'm sorry, I thought you were somebody else.

Sorry.

That's okay.

Okay.

Yeah. We met before, right?

Then why am I here?

I don't know. Why don't you tell me?

I don't remember. I have no short-term memory.

It's not im superb.

Oh, but you're the memory guy.

How do you know about me?

My boyfriend told me about you.

Oh, yeah?

Who's your boyfriend?

Jimmy Grantz.

Do you know him?

No.

Well, he knows you.

Told me about you.

Said you were staying at the discount.

In fact, a cop came by earlier and was looking for you.

Said he was looking for a guy who can't remember anything.

I mean, I wouldn't know how he got here or what he done.

So there got a lot of guys around here like that.

Well, you know, chronic alcoholism

is one cause of short term memory loss.

Are you Teddy?

No, my name's Leonard.

Did Teddy send you?

I don't know.

What's happened to Jimmy?

I don't know that either.

Sorry.

You don't remember anything.

You don't remember where you've been or what you've just done.

No.

I can't make new memories.

Everything just fades.

Then why did you come here?

I found this in my pocket.

You are a pocket.

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Help me out.

Thank you.

On the house.

Thanks.

Oh, you really do have a problem.

Just like that cop said.

Your condition.

Well, nobody's perfect.

What's the last thing that you do remember?

My wife.

That's sweet.

Dying.

I remember my wife dying.

Let me have...

Tom, get another one.

I think this one's dusty.

You can, um...

you can crash on the couch.

It's comfortable.

I'll just have a seat.

Thanks.

Okay.

So, how long do you think it's going to take you?

You told me you were looking for the guy who killed your wife.

Oh you, well, it depends on if he's here in town,

or if he's moved on. I have my file here.

Can I ask you something?

If you have all that information,

then why haven't the police found him for you?

Well, they're not looking for him.

Why not?

You see, I told them what I remembered.

I was asleep.

Something woke me up.

Her side of the bed was cold.

She had obviously been out of bed for a while.

Information will be added to computers in a while.

Mmm.

Mmm...

we've got started in two.

there had to be a second man somebody hit me from behind I remember it's

about the last thing that I do remember look the police did not believe me if we

check that morning they explain what you do remember

they're gonna end stuff Johnji was clever he was clever you see he took the

He helped me by using the dead man's gun,

he replaced it with a sap he hit me with.

He left my gun and he left the getaway car.

He gave the police a complete package.

They found the sap with my blood on it in the dead man's hand.

And they only found my gun.

They didn't need to look for anybody else.

I was the only guy who disagreed with the facts,

and I had brain damage.

The cops are not going to believe someone in my condition.

Leonard.

Ah.

Oh.

Well, thanks.

I have to go back to work.

So, um, make yourself at home.

You can watch TV or maybe have some food.

Whatever you want, okay?

Make yourself at home.

One thing?

There is something to remember you by.

My name is Natalie.

Natalie.

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Explain.

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You're just blissfully ignorant, aren't you?

But, like, I have this condition-

Yeah, l know all about your fucking condition, Leonard,

probably know more about it than you do.

You don't have a fucking clue about anything else.

What happened?

What happened is that Jimmy went to meet some guy named Teddy.

He took a lot of money with him, and he never came back.

Jimmy's partners think l set him up.

l don't know if you know this Teddy or how well...

Neither do l.

Don't protect him!

l'm not.

Help me.

How?

Get rid of Dodd for me.

What?

Kill him. l'll pay you.

Going to kill someone for money?

What then? Love?

What would you kill for? Kill for your wife!

That's different.

I wasn't fucking married to her.

Don't say about my wife.

I can say whoiaver the fuck I want.

I can say whatever I want and you won't remember.

I could tell your wife a whore and still be friend.

Easy!

Take it easy. This has nothing to do with me.

Well, maybe you do, how would you know?

You can't get scared, but can you get angry?

Oh, you pathetic piece of shit!

I can say whatever the fuck I want...

...and you won't have a fucking clue, you retard!

I'm telling you now because I'm going to enjoy it more...

...if I know that you could stop me if you weren't such a freak.

Did you lose your pen? Well, that's too bad, freak.

Otherwise you could write yourself a little note...

...about how Natalie hates your retarded guts...

...and that I called your wife a fucking whore.

About your horrible wife?

Uh...

You're right about your condition, Leonard.

You don't want it to cause short-term memory losses,

venereal disease, maybe your can't of a fuckin' wife

sucked one too many diseased cox and turned you into your retard.

You sad, sad freak.

I can say whatever the fuck I want,

and you won't remember.

We'll still be best friends.

Or maybe even lovers.

Oh, I'll see you soon.

Stay focused.

Find a pen,

have to write this down,

I'm gonna write it down.

Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate.

Keep it in mind, keep it in mind, keep it in mind.

Come on. I have to find a pen. I've got to find a pen.

Write this down. Write this down.

Write exactly what happened. Get it right down to what happened.

Come on, come on, come on. I can't find a pen. Gees, come on!

Come on. Keep focused. Keep focused.

Keep it in mind. I can't find a pen.

! Write this down, what happened?

This down, come on, concentrate, find a pen.

What happened?

What did it look like? He beat the shit out of me.

Who?

Fuck Leonard. Dodd. Dodd beat the shit out of me.

Why?

Why? Because of you! I did what you told me to!

You had no manners, just calm down.

RIley, great fucking idea.

Calm down, take it easy.

You're safe, it's okay.

Come on.

Just sit down.

Sit down.

Here, sit down.

Okay, you're okay.

I'll just get some ice for your face.

Here.

I did exactly what you told me to do...

I went to Dodd and I told him that I...

I didn't have any of Jimmy's money or the drugs and that this teddy...

must have taken everything.

What did he say?

He didn't believe me.

He said if I don't have the drugs by tomorrow he's gonna kill me and he just...

He just started eating me.

jobs and Leave together for later.

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Where is he?

Why?

I'll go see on him.

And?

I'll give him some bruises of the zone

I'll give him some bruises of the zone

and tell him to look for a guy

and tell him to look for a guy

called Teddy.

He'll kill you Lenny.

My wife used to call me Lenny.

Yeah?

Yeah, I hated it.

This guy… this guy is so dangerous

No, no. You just tell me what he looks like.

And where I can find him. Have you got a pen?

In my purse.

He'll, um... he'll probably find you.

What do you mean?

I told him about your car.

Why?

He was beating the shit out of me.

I had to tell him something.

Just write it all down.

Be careful.

I'll be fine.

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The rain is here is very much finished.

You're still here because of Natalie.

Who's Natalie?

Schmuck, whose house do you think you just walked out of?!

Take a look at your pictures.

I bet you got one of her.

Oh, nice shot, Liebowitz.

You'll want to make a note.

You can't trust her.

Why's that?

Because by now, she's taking a look at this suit and the car...

...and she's starting to figure out ways to turn the situation to her advantage.

She's already got you staying with her, for Christ's sakes.

You can't go back in there.

Let me give you the name of a motel.

You're lucky I ran into you.

O rod, bad news.

What do you mean, bad news?

She's involved with drugs.

All right, look, these. You see these?

This is the bar where she works.

Her boyfriend's a drug dealer.

She takes orders for him, arranges meets.

He writes messages on the back of these.

Then she slips him the answers when she serves him his drinks.

Why should I care?

Because when she gets jammed up...

...she's gonna use you to protect herself.

From whom?

Guys are gonna want to know what happened to her boyfriend.

Guys are gonna come after her.

Somebody's got to pay, Lenny.

Somebody always pays.

Maybe she'll make it you.

Oh, yeah?

Well, maybe she'll make it you.

Is that it?

You worried that she's gonna use me against you?

No.

Why not?

Because she doesn't know who I am.

Why are you following me?

Maybe I want to help.

She doesn't know anything about your investigation, okay, Einstein?

So write this down, when she offers to help, it'll be for her own reasons,

I'm not lying, take my pen, write this down, do not trust her.

There.

You happy now?

I won't be happy until you leave town.

Why not?

You ever wonder how long you can hang around here before people start asking questions?

What sort of questions?

The same sort of questions you should be asking yourself.

Like what?

Like how did you get this suit, the car?

I have money.

From what?

My wife's death.

I used to work in insurance.

We were well covered.

Oh, so in your grief you wandered into a Jaguar dealership.

You don't have a clue, do you?

You don't even know who you are.

Yes I do.

I don't have amnesia.

I remember everything right up until the incident.

I'm Lenin Shelby, I'm from San Francisco.

That's who you were.

You do not know who you are.

What you've become since the incident.

You wander around playing detective.

You don't even know how long ago it was.

Let me put it this way.

Were you wearing designer suits

when you sold insurance?

I didn't sell insurance, I investigated.

Right, right, you're an investigator.

Well, maybe you should start investigating yourself.

Thank you for the advice.

Look, do me a favor. Don't go back in there.

Will you take the motel out of town?

It's been fun, Lenny.

Do not trust her.

Don't believe his lies.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Okay.

Uh...

Yeah, first I just need you to put these things around the room.

Just pretend they're your things and that this is your bedroom.

Should I wear it?

No, no.

You know, just like you took it off or something.

I don't want you to use it. I'm sorry.

I just mean put them around the room, you know, as if they were your things.

Whatever gets you off.

ographic.

I need a slate.

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Okay.

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It's good.

You I read it like 1,000 times.

I enjoy it.

I always thought the pleasure of a book

was in wanting to know what happens next.

Don't be a prick.

Not reading it to annoy you, I enjoy it.

Just let me read, please.

Please?

Probably tried this before.

Probably burned truckloads of your stuff.

Can't remember to forget you.

I always thought of you, John.

Do I know this guy?

He seems to know me.

What the fuck?

I like your car.

Thank you.

Where did you get it?

Are you interested in buying one?

What, I haven't made a strong enough impression on you?

I wouldn't be too hard on yourself.

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Nothing in the drawers, but I'll take a look anyway.

Nothing except the Gideon pie bowl.

Hey, open up.

Just a minute.

Open the door.

Open the door.

Honey.

Open the door.

Come on.

Hi Teddy.

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I'm not gonna help you kill that

All right, I'll just let me think for a minute.

OK. Natalie, who's Natalie?

Natalie who? Why?

Uh, maybe I know her.

Look, we gotta get him out of here.

All right, all right.

He's got to have a car, right?

So we take him to his car, and we tell him to get the fuck out or we're gonna kill him.

We can't just walk him out of here, tied up and bleeding.

How the fuck did you get him up here?

I don't know.

Oh, no.

Yes I do, this is not my room.

Must be his room.

Great! Let's go!

No no no no, we can't just leave him here!

Why not?

Because the maid is gonna walk in, she'll see him, call the cops, he can idea this!

Okay, we untie him, we clean him up, and we march him out of here with a gun in his back.

A gun? Why would I have a gun?

Must be his. I don't think that'd let someone like me carry a gun.

I fucking hope not.

RIGHT.

Which one?

We should probably steal his car.

You know, teach him a lesson.

Shut up.

Yeah, it's right for you to say.

He's the one with the jacket.

Alright, get in.

I'm gonna ride with him, you follow us.

Give me your keys.

Take your own car.

,

I should've stolen his car.

Why? What's wrong with this one?

Nuts in, you want to trade?

So what do you do now?

I'm gonna find out what the fuck that was all about.

Hi.

Not seeing stuff.

Natalie, right?

Who the fuck is Dodd?

I guess I don't have to worry about him anymore.

What the fuck have you got me into?

Just, come inside.

Who is he?

Calm down, okay?

This is my problem.

You offered to help.

It has nothing to do with your investigation.

How did you get me into this?

You offered to help me when you saw what he did to my face.

After he did it, I showed you what he did,

and I asked you to help me.

Oh, and I just take your word?

Yeah.

Something doesn't feel right.

I think someone's fucking with me trying to get me

to kill our own guy.

Did you?

What?

Kill him.

Of course not!

Hey.

What?

Sit down, OK?

Sit.

This has nothing to do with you.

You helped me out, and I'm grateful.

You have to burn them.

Leonard.

You decided to help me.

Trust yourself. Trust your own judgment.

You can question everything.

You can never know anything for sure.

There are things you know for sure.

such as?

I know what that's going to sound like when I knock on it.

I know what that's going to feel like when I pick it up.

See, certainties.

It's the kind of memory you take for granted.

You know, I can remember so much.

The feel of the world and her.

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Come on, take your jacket off.

Now, come on.

Didn't think you had a type.

It's backwards.

Yeah.

What about here?

Maybe...for when I find him.

I've lost somebody, too.

I'm sorry.

His name was Jimmy.

What happened to him?

They had to meet somebody.

He never came back.

Who'd he gotta meet?

..a guy called Teddy.

What did the police think?

They don't look too hard for guys like Jimmy.

When you find this guy, this John G...

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna kill him.

Maybe I can help you find him.

I don't even know how long she's been gone.

It's like I've woken up in bed and she's not here because she's gone to the bathroom

or something.

But somehow I just... I just know she's never gonna come back to bed.

If I could just reach over and touch her side of the bed, I would know that it was cold.

And I can't.

I know I can't have her back

but I don't want to wake up in the morning

thinking she's still here.

I lie here not knowing

how long I've been alone.

So how... how can I heal?

How am I supposed to heal if I can't feel time?

Why

She has also lost someone

She will help you out of pity

Wait.

Haha.

Lynn, this is a 3 hour video!

Oh wait, oh where am I?

Sorry's bedroom, ah must be her room, but who's she?

It's only me.

Did you sleep okay?

Yeah.

You?

Oh shit.

Shit.

I gotta be someplace.

It's pretty weird.

That's useful.

You never write a phone number on your hand?

I uh, I should be able to talk to my friend.

Today about the license plate.

Yeah, the license plate.

John Gee's license plate.

You have it tattooed on your thigh.

Natalie...

she has also lost someone.

She will help you out of pity.

Mm. If it's registered in a state,

it should only take a couple of seconds

to pull up his license and registration.

I'll call you as soon as I talk to him.

Do you think we could just arrange a meeting now?

I'm not too good on the phone.

You know, it's great that you...

Well, that you're helping me like this.

I'm helping you because you help me.

So next time you see me, will you remember me?

Will you remember me?

I think you will.

I'm sorry.

What's the matter?

Leni, before you go, could I have my shirt back, please?

Yo, Leni!

I thought you split for good.

Well, things change.

I guess I've told you about my condition.

Only every time I see you.

Come on, I'll buy you lunch.

Have I told you about Sammy Jankerson?

Yeah. I'm sick of hearing about the guy.

What about Jon G.? You think he's still here?

Who?

Johnny G., the guy you're looking for.

That's why you haven't left town, am I right?

Maybe.

Leonard, look. You have to be very careful.

Why?

The other day you mentioned that somebody was trying to set you up,

gets you to kill the wrong guy.

Well, I go on facts, not recommendations.

But thank you.

Lenny, you can't trust a man's life

to your little notes and pictures.

Why not?

Because your notes could be unreliable.

Memory is unreliable.

Ah, please.

No, no, no, no, really.

Memory is not perfect.

That's not even that good.

Ask the police.

Eyewitness testimony is unreliable.

The cops don't catch a killer by sitting around

remembering stuff They

they collect facts.

Now that's not what I'm saying.

They make notes, and they draw conclusions.

Facts, not memories.

That's how you investigate.

I know.

It's what I used to do.

Look, memory can change the shape

When it's a shape of with room, it can change the color of a car.

And memories can be distorted.

They're just an interpretation, not a record.

And they're irrelevant, if you have the facts.

You really want to get this guy, don't you?

He killed my wife. He took away my fucking memory.

He destroyed my ability to live.

You're living?

Only for revenge.

Well, then we'll get the bastard.

I'll see you staying.

Discount in.

I don't know what room I have. I got my key.

Probably left it in your room.

Hi. I'm checked in here, but I think I've misplaced my key.

How you doing, Leonard?

Probably in the room, eh?

Don't see my key anywhere.

Oh, shit. This is the wrong room.

You're in 304 now. I'm sorry. I fucked up.

This is not my room?

No. Come on. Let's go.

Why is this my handwriting?

What? This was your room, but now you're in 304.

Well, when was I in here?

Last week, but then i rented you another room on top of it

Why?

Business is slow. I mean...

I told my boss about your condition and stuff and he said try and rent him another room.

I checked into it and there's yet all that I have.

Just two... So far.

Well, please stop being honest about ripping me off.

Well, you're not going to remember anyway.

You don't have to be that honest, Bert.

Leonard, always get a receipt.

Oh, yeah.

I'm gonna write that down.

Hey, what time is it?

Quarter to 1.

You, your room's.

Where could she have gotten her white dress?

Natalie.

You don't remember me.

I'm sorry I should have explained it, but...

You did explain Amanite.

I've got my wife calling me Amanite.

I know.

And I most likely told you.

Yeah.

Mind taking your glasses off?

It's hard for me to...

Thanks.

So you have any proof?

Is that what your thanks say?

After you save your life according to a couple scrapes of paper,

you mix your laundry list with your grocery list,

and you'll end up eating your underway for breakfast.

I guess that's why you have those freaky tattoos.

Yeah, it's tough. That is almost impossible.

Look, I'm sorry. I don't remember you.

It's nothing personal.

I do have information for you.

You gave me a license plate number,

had my friend at DMV trace it.

Guess what name came up?

John Edward Gamle, John Gee.

Do you know him?

No.

But his face on his driver's license looked really familiar.

I think he's been in the bar, maybe.

Here's a copy of his license, his registration, photo, and all.

Are you sure you want this?

Have I told you what this man did?

Yeah.

Well, then you shouldn't have to ask.

But even if you get revenge, you're not going to remember it.

You're not even going to know that it happened.

My wife deserves vengeance.

Doesn't make any difference whether I know about it.

Just because there are things I don't remember

doesn't make my actions meaningless.

The world doesn't just disappear when you close your eyes,

does it?

Anyway, maybe I'll take a photograph

to remind myself, get another freaky tattoo.

Tell me about her again.

Why?

Because you like to remember her.

She was beautiful.

To me, she was perfect.

No.

Don't just recite the words.

Close your eyes.

And remember her.

You can just feel the details.

.

And how much you hate the person who took them away?

I added an address in here.

It might be useful.

It's an abandoned place outside of town.

Um, a guy I knew used to do bigger deals there.

It's isolated.

Sounds perfect.

Do I owe you any-

I wasn't helping you for money.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. So you have this condition.

Oh, are you still staying at the discounted, Room 304?

I left it at my place.

Yeah.

Am I treating you okay?

I don't remember.

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You know what we have in common?

We are both survivors.

You take care, Leonard.

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Evening, sir.

I left these at your table.

Thanks.

Ahh.

Lincoln Street.

Oh, yeah, just go straight out on Sixth Street.

Go east to-

Hold on, I forgot to write this down.

That's easy.

Just go straight out.

Trust me, I- need to write this down.

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Natalie

His name is Teddy.

Don't believe his lies.

Mr. Gamble?

Lenny, is that you?

John Gamble?

Lenny, it's Teddy.

Stay there.

I'll be right over.

I'll be waiting

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You said you like to look people in the eye when you're talking.

You don't remember saying that.

Well, I have this condition.

It's my memory.

Amnesia?

I'm no short-term memory.

I know who I am, I know all about myself.

Since my injury, I can't make new memories.

Everything fades.

I'll forget how we started.

Next time I see you, I won't remember.

I don't even know if I've met you before.

So, if I seem a little strange, or rude, or something...

I've told you this before, haven't I?

Ya know, I mean, I don't mean to mess with you in it...

But...

It's so weird.

You don't remember me at all.

No.

We've talked a bunch of times.

I'm sure we have.

Ya know, ya...

What was the last thing you remembered?

My wife.

What was it like...?

It's like waking

Like you just woke up

This must suck

It's all backwards. I mean

Like..

Maybe you have an idea about what you wanna do next

but you don't remember what you just did

I mean, I'm exactly the opposite

How long have I been staying here?

A couple a day

And you're holding my calls

Like I said

But this guy's an exception

You know this guy?

Yeah, it's you're friend right?

What makes you think he's my friend?

I just saw you together. That's all.

He's not my friend.

If he calls or he's shows up here,

you give me a call in my room.

What, his name's Teddy?

Teddy, yeah.

Look, I hope my condition's not going to be a problem.

Not as long as you, uh, remember to pay the bill.

Yeah, OK.

Forty.

This guy...

...is here already.

Lenny!

It's Leonard.

Like I told you before.

Did you?

I must have forgot.

I guess I've already told you about my condition.

Oh, well, only every time I see you.

My car.

This is your car.

It's not good for you to make fun of someone's handicap.

Just trying to have a little fun.

Roll up your window.

Hm?

It's broke.

I can get that fixed for you.

It's a weird touche.

I got a lead on a place.

What the hell, you want to go there?

You know it.

Yeah, it's just this fucked up building.

Why do you want to go there?

Don't remember.

Looks like somebody's home.

Ah, that thing's been here for years.

What are you talking about?

These tracks are only a few days old.

Tracks? What are you, Pocahontas?

Come on.

Just take a look inside.

.

Then you pay.

You don't have a clue, you freak.

Beg my wife's forgiveness.

Before I blow your brains out.

No, no.

You don't know what's going on.

You don't even know my name.

Tedi.

Just because you read it off a fucking picture.

You don't know who you are.

I'm Leonard Shelby.

I'm from San Francisco.

That's who you were.

It's not what you become.

Such a mouth.

You wanna know, Lenny?

Come on.

Come on, let's go down to the basement.

Let's go down, you and me together.

Then you'll know who you really are.

No!

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