All language subtitles for Rememory.2017.1080P.Bluray.X264.Aac5.1-[Yts.Mx]-ENG

On the house.

Welcome back, Dash! Hiya, Sam.

Hey, uh, we've got a real,
live rock star in the house!

Where?

Hey...

Thanks, Freddie!
Cheers! - Cheers.

You must be happy
to have this fool back.

Mm! You have no idea, Freddie.

You know, at a certain
point, I need new stories

to continue living
vicariously through him.

Oh...
- Hello.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Every day a new city,

new ladies, but
that gets tiring.

Tiring?
- So tiring. This poor guy!

Ok. Ok, you're
right. It's awesome.

I hate you.

But know what I
want more than anything?

What?

To dig up worms...
- Oh, man!

...and go fishing with my
brother like when we were kids!

I'm going fishing
with my brother!

Ok.

Another round, Freddie!

Whew.
- Whoo!

Oh, man, those drums.
- This one's for you!

We're in... Just look at
all the people. Sing, go. Go.

This is the part I know.
This is the part I know!

Under?

Over, over!
- No, it doesn't mean that.

Dash...

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

You're pinned.

What are you... What
are you saying, Dash?

I-I-I can't understand
what you're saying.

Somebody help me!

Please!

Help me!

Good morning.

Why don't I put you up here.

That's a good view.

There you go.

Memory is
the ultimate definer

of our lives.

For what are our lives,
but a collection of memories...

memories of events,
experiences, emotions...

all stamped onto
our nervous systems,

all leading to here and now,

making us each the
person we are today.

Without them, the present
would be void of context.

And complete.

Now, I want you
to close your eyes

and think of a memory
you associate with your youth.

Happy birthday!

Just let it come, unfiltered.

Now think of a memory
that makes you happy.

Now consider the most
painful memory of your life.

Now open your eyes.

The moments of your lives...

that make a life...

that define you.

We tend to think of
memories as these filed-away facts

stored safely in the
brain, when in actuality,

everything that's
happened to you

since the event you remember

has altered the
memory of that event,

providing a new filter
through which you experience it,

a filter that
changes, and forgets,

and exaggerates, and
combines, and morphs.

But the pure experience
does still exist within you,

for your brain has the ability

to remember every event
that's ever happened to you,

down to the greatest of detail.

The problem is you
have no way of recalling it,

no way to clear
the filters of time

and get back to the truth.

Until now.

The Rememory
machine allows people

to experience the
truth of their lives.

What you're seeing before you

are actual extracted
memories from our test group.

Mom! Mom!

Good morning, birthday boy.

Please.

Quite simply, this device allows
people to experience the real event again

by extracting and transcribing

the actual memory
from their brain

and displaying it before them,

providing the
opportunity to understand

and, more importantly,
cope with their past.

Pure, uncluttered,
unfiltered truth.

Thank you very
much for coming.

Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!

You tapped into
the personal, Gordon,

and that is how
you change the world.

We need more time.
- But why?

You've done what
you set out to do.

After what Neil just disclosed
minutes before I had to go out there!

He shouldn't have put
such a concern before you.

I have a right to know!

It in no way
changes the science.

Then why did
you keep it from me?

I wish you'd see that
I was protecting you.

I'll tie up all the loose ends.

All the research
indicates the machine is safe.

I want more time. Those
patients are my responsibility.

Look, Gordon, you
are a brilliant man.

You've developed
something extraordinary,

something that will rival the
world's greatest inventions.

It will perfect the legal
system, cure Alzheimer's,

but more importantly,
it'll help people heal.

Focus on the good it'll bring.

Be proud.

That prototype is our future.

Hi, thank you.
Thank you for coming.

Thank you for coming.

Gordon?
- Not here, Wendy.

I want them back.

They're not here. They're
locked away at my house.

Well, get them. Gordon,
you have no right...

Ahem.

...to project my past in front
of people I don't even know.

You knew exactly
what this entailed,

and you know they're
needed to verify the research.

I didn't know
what you'd find.

And that you'd use
them to manipulate me...

You know that's
not what happened.

What happened, Gordon?

What happened?

Gordon, please, just tell me.

Wendy... I'm sorry.

Here she comes.
- Here she comes.

Let's take a picture.

Is it picture time?

Get... Get ready!
- Ok!

This is gotta be good,
don't mess it up.

Make sure you frame us!
- Get together!

Ok, we're together.
- Don't forget to smile. Say cheese!

Cheese!

Daddy, come on!
Let's go build a sandcastle!

I can't think of a time in
my life when I've been happier.

Me neither.

Everything is
in its right place.

Gordon. Gordon.

Gordon!

Todd, what are you doing here?

We should talk.
- Uhh...

This isn't entirely appropriate.
What can I do for you?

You brought things back...
- To help you work through them.

Things that should've
stayed buried in the past.

It's a process, Todd. It can
be difficult. I've explained that.

You fucked up my head!
- No. No, I didn't, Todd.

You came to me hurt and
injured. We're moving forward...

No. No, you...

You came to me.

My life? My life
was better before.

You ruined my life,

and now you're gonna
make a bunch of money?

Todd. Todd, listen to me.

Jesus, Todd!

I can't think of a time in
my life when I've been happier.

Me neither.

Everything in its right place.

No bullet wounds.

Yes, but those are
bullet holes, aren't they?

Mm-hmm.

Well, they weren't
there yesterday.

Any recent arguments,
disagreements between Mr. Dunn

and anyone
here at the company?

No, no. None
that I'm aware of.

Gonna need to see
the security footage,

names of all the people
with access to this building.

Yes, of course.

Come on, that's a good girl.

Carolyn.

Gordon
Dunn was not only

a profoundly brilliant man,

but a profoundly good man,

a rare combination
in my experience,

and one that made him

an extraordinary
person to be around.

I count myself lucky...

I count myself fortunate...

for every moment I was
able to spend in his company.

This is a terrible loss.

He was a true pioneer,
and his work will live on.

We will mourn him
deeply at Cortex

as we begin to
recover from the shock.

This is not just a Cortex loss,

this is the world's loss.

Why have the police
opened an investigation?

While we have no doubt
that he died of natural causes,

we simply want to
be beyond certain

that nothing
unscrupulous took place,

given the unfortunate timing.

But rest assured,
it will not delay

or alter the
production of the machine.

Thank you.

Neil, what do you have?

Well, you're not
gonna like it. - Surprise me.

Well, as you know, the final
stages of the Rememory machine

were completed almost entirely

by Gordon himself,
the essential steps.

Yes, but he must've left
behind extensive notes, plans...

You know how secretive
and protective he was.

That's why he demanded using
actual glass for the memories

instead of storing them
on a closed cloud server.

We're in his network,
but all his data is encrypted,

and sophisticatedly so.

I mean, it's
actually quite brilliant...

Are you telling me that
we can't reverse engineer

the product that we engineered?

Not without Gordon's prototype,
at least not for some time.

Define "some time."

A year? Optimistically.

Well. Well, it
can't just be lost.

Thank you. Bye.

I'm testing you.

I don't think you remember.
- The sea lion.

Yes, yes!

Weeks after we showed them,

we showed them numbers
and symbols on the cards,

and then weeks after,

they could correctly
identify the matching cards.

That's amazing. Their brains
are a quarter the size of ours.

Mm. So that alone is
advanced cognitive function,

but you know what
was really incredible?

Hmm, what?

They could remember the
whole thing ten years later.

People can't even do that.

Some people in particular!

Hi.
- Hello.

Hi.
- Um. Sorry.

I'm James Klinch. I'm
here for the reception.

Yes, I'm sorry, I
sent everyone away.

I just, I couldn't take any more
mindless platitudes. I'm sorry.

Thanks for coming.

Time heals all wounds.

Uh... that's a really bad joke.

The platitudes...

It's quite cheeky under
the circumstances, yeah.

I know you want to be
alone, but I just wanted to say

how truly sorry I am. Truly.

Thank you.

How did you know Gordon?

He saved my life.

Now, that's a
story I'd like to hear.

Thank you.

You can help me clean up.

We happened to be
staying at the same hotel one night.

He was there for a
conference, and I was there...

because my life
hadn't worked out,

not the way I imagined,
and I was in a bad place.

And the hotel was
a very tall building.

There was a terrible
storm that night,

but it was strangely warm.

It felt like a
hurricane was coming.

I couldn't sleep, so I
went down to the hotel bar.

It was a typical hotel bar,

which is to say

it's really the only thing
I can remember about it.

But Gordon was sitting
there, having a nightcap.

He seemed lost in thought.

I was... drowning in mine.

After a few moments, he
turns to me and he says,

"This night can go
one of two ways.

Either we can sit here
drinking alone with our thoughts,

or we can make
something out of it."

He smiled and ordered
a bottle of whiskey.

This whiskey.

And we talked about
everything under the sun.

I mean everything.

Our whole life story.

I told him things I had
never told anyone before.

I don't know, maybe it was
the storm or the booze, or...

something, it just felt like
the last night of the world.

We had so much to drink
that we go up to the roof

with the idea that we'll
make it until the sun comes up,

and we go out there in
the middle of this storm.

I mean, the wind
is blowing hard.

I remember thinking just how
powerful wind could actually be.

Against the storm, my
problems, they seemed so trivial.

We tried to get back inside,
but the door was locked,

so we were stuck
out there all night.

I woke up the next morning
and somehow I knew I'd be okay,

that I'd live.

Surviving that
storm, it saved me.

If Gordon could still love life

after everything
he'd been through,

how could I not?

He never told me that story.

I've never told
anyone that story.

We stayed in
touch a few times,

but really our friendship
was meant for one night.

I'm a little bit jealous.

It makes me feel like I
didn't know him anymore...

not since our daughter...

I guess maybe I
didn't for a long time.

You can convince
yourself that you do,

but then a complete stranger
shows up, tells you a story...

...then you realize, God, I
didn't even scratch the surface.

Yeah, I see,
I'm sorry. I didn't...

No, I'm... I'm really
glad that you did.

Do you remember the
last conversation you had?

Mm, I wish I didn't.

I lost my brother.

Long time ago.

I'm sorry.

I was there when he died.

He said something to me,

but I can't
remember what he said.

I can remember
every detail of that night,

except the last
words he said to me.

It's funny how
important the details become.

I haven't even been able
to go into Gordon's office yet.

Everyone wants to get their
hands on his papers and his journals,

and, frankly, it just seems
easier to just shut the world out.

And all everyone wants
to talk about is his work,

as if that's the
most important thing.

It's not about his family or his
life or memories that he created,

and it feels like they
don't really care about him.

I mean, he was found dead in his
office with gunshots in the walls,

and it's...

Gunshots?

Yeah, there's an investigation.

I-I thought it was an
aneurysm. The papers said...

His office was ransacked,
and, God knows, it's confusing.

Do they know who
could've done that?

He was working with
a lot of troubled people.

I know that he
was having difficulties

with some of the
participants of the research study.

Have they found anything yet?

I think we just had the funeral

for the only person at
Cortex that could find anything.

You think they're
hiding something?

There's a part of me
that just thinks I just...

I'm never gonna know the real
truth, and I didn't get to say goodbye.

I just... sorry.

I wish that I
could've been with him.

Oh, God.

Sorry, guh...

It's okay.

So stupid, I...

I completely lost it this
morning because I was trying

to get the coffee
machine to work, and I couldn't...

and Gordon, he just,
he made the best coffee.

You know, have coffee in
the morning, I cry like a baby.

I cry at everything,
I do. Won't stop crying.

Oh...

James, would you mind
awfully telling me the story again?

Oh, uh, sure.

Cheers.

It was a dark
and stormy night...

Thank you, James.

That was unexpected.

I hope you'll visit again.

I'm happy to.

Bye.

Pure, unfiltered truth.

With the technology of
the Rememory machine,

a pure memory is
recorded onto a memory glass

objectively copied
from the brain

and able to be displayed

before the patient
and anyone else.

By re-experiencing the memory,

a catharsis is
created for the patient

that would be impossible to
achieve by simply recalling,

a sort of theater of memory,

in which the patient
becomes audience

to the truth of their lives.

In the recording of a memory,

the role of the psychologist
or therapist is crucial.

The patient must be guided
to the memory to be recorded

to activate that
part of the brain,

even if it cannot be
remembered consciously.

The machine has the
potential not only to access,

but also to alter the
brain's synaptic pathways,

so there is the
risk that memories

can be corrupted,
altered, and jumbled.

While it's
theoretically possible

to constructively reset
or delete selected memories,

at this time the
risks are unknown.

Happy birth...

Sam, honey, come on!

Help me!

Aw, it's good to
be home, brother.

Aw, good to have
you back, brother.

Yeah!

I'm driving.

No, no, no, no, this
is my sweet ride.

Yeah, and I'm
driving your sweet ride.

Ok. You're driving me...

Other than the
routine security officers,

janitors, and maintenance crew,

only three people came
into Cortex after 11 p. m.

using limited-access
swipe cards.

However, none of them appear

with the device on
any of our cameras.

These two we've identified as
participants in Gordon's trial group,

and that... that's Neil.

Why would Gordon be meeting
trial group members here so late?

Rather out of the ordinary.
- That I don't know.

But they arrived within
minutes of one another,

so it could be a
scheduled meeting.

Question all staff and crew
members working that night,

and then visit all
trial group members.

But be smart about it.

We can't let it get out that
we don't have the machine.

Uh, there's one other thing.

This guy. He never came in,

but he sat in the parking
lot for nearly 25 minutes.

Who is he?
- We don't know yet.

Find out.

I need to find out what
happened to you, Gordon.

It's the least I can do.

Maybe I can't
see your memories,

but I can see the memories of
those near you when you died.

You like staying at
Grandma and Grandpa's?

It's okay.

They love having you.

You're lucky that
you have grandparents

and you're able to see them.

There's lots of kids wish
they still had grandparents.

But I want to stay with you.

Mom.

No.

Mama!

Ok, Gordon, let's
meet your group.

Stay with me, come on!

I want to help you get back
to the truth of that event.

Go!

Can you tell me a memory
that fills you with self-hate?

When you keep this
secret, do you feel shame?

Mom? Mommy!

Good morning, birthday boy.
Please!

Does thinking of this
always make you so angry?

Do you miss your father?

I can show
you your past.

I understand.

It's gonna make his day
to see his Cousin Rafferty.

I hope so.

It's been forever
since I've seen him.

Charles, look who's
here to see you!

These plants, they
kept his brain alive.

I swear he remembers all the days
of the week they need watering,

but none of the
other nurses here.

Isn't that right, Charles?

Charles? Cousin Rafferty's
here to see you.

I'll leave you to it.

Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Hugh, is that you?

No... my name is Rafferty.

Charles, do you
remember Gordon Dunn?

The doctor?

Do I know you?

You brought it.

Do you want to watch?

Yes, please.

Come on.

Ok, Buster. All right.

My life. That's my life.

Cindy was... was my wife.

I was always true to her.

Charles, who are
the other people

in the group
working with Gordon?

I need to find them.

I remember one,
a woman, Allison.

She came here to
see me a few times.

Do you remember
her last name?

She never told me.

Just one more question,

if you can remember.

When you were
recording your memories,

what did Gordon tell you about
going back to a specific moment?

It was all about focus...

Focus?

I thought I told you, you
have to let the water drain.

Um, okay.
- I'll look at it myself.

Thank you, Charles.

Let it drain.

Yeah, sweets.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Dunn.

Good afternoon.

So, we got the results
of the toxicology report.

And? - Well, there
were a few spikes,

but nothing that
indicate anything unusual.

Well, what about the gunshots?

It's still an
ongoing investigation.

Now, we're still
running ballistics,

and Cortex is cooperating
with background checks

as well as security footage.

Eh, Lawton came 'round

this morning to reassure me.

I think he just wanted
to get into Gordon's office.

Was everything all right
between you and Gordon?

Mm. Goodbye, Detective.

I'll be in touch.

Allison?
- She's not here.

Can I help you?

Yes, my name is Basil.
I work for Cortex.

She's part of an
experiment group for us,

and it's my job to
check in on the participants

from time to time and
make sure they're doing well.

You work for Cortex?
- Yes, ma'am.

And what is your name?

Basil. Basil Pine.

Well, Basil, if that's the case,

you are truly shit at your job.

I'm sorry?

Allison is dead.

She killed herself
three weeks ago.

You didn't know.

I'm sorry. - Sorry
doesn't bring back my sister.

She was too fragile to be
part of your idiotic experiment.

Anyone with half an
eye could've seen that.

I have her memories.

I know about the
difficulties in your past, Allison.

I know the
medications aren't working.

I can help.

Happy birthday, Alli-boo!

This may take a while.

It's a process.

It may get worse
before it gets better.

That birthday, we surprised her.

That was the last time
I saw her truly happy.

Do you think she
blamed the machine?

I think it suffocated
her in her own past.

What's the point
of this, anyway?

Why does the machine exist?

I'm not sure, exactly.

But Gordon Dunn
believed that we don't know

the true value of a moment
until it becomes a memory.

Maybe he was trying to get
people to see the value of a moment

before it changes
or gets lost forever.

Well, that's very
nice and flowery, but...

Did anyone from
Cortex contact you?

Gordon, or someone
from his group?

One phone call from
some guy named Robert.

Lawton?
- That's right.

He offered me a check as
long as I didn't talk to anyone.

Did you take it?
- Of course I took it.

Who couldn't use $50.000?

Anyway, you can't fight these
corporations. You never win.

No.

I'm very sorry
about your sister.

You know, there was
another guy came by,

a young guy, kind of strange.

He said he was a researcher
from the doctor... Gordon.

What did he want?

To know if Allison
really killed herself.

That was all.

He seemed shocked
when I said yes.

You remember his name?

Neil Frankel.

The valentine.
- What's that?

Nothing, just trying
to remember the name.

Mm.

Well, that's what he said.

But then again, you said
your name was Basil Pine.

Somebody help me!

Please!

Who are you working for?

An interested party.
Who are you?

I worked with Gordon. I
was a research assistant.

Neil Frankel?

How did you find me?

I remembered your face
from the product launch.

I tracked you down.

Pretty good memory.
- It's photographic.

That's the reason why Gordon
wanted me a part of the test group.

He found it curious.
- What do you want from me?

The machine.

Is it missing?

We need the machine!
- Who's we?

Cortex!
- I don't... I don't have it.

But I can help you
find it if you help me.

How? - Tell me what
led to Allison's suicide.

You're not supposed
to know about that.

There are people
looking for you...

A man has been murdered.

We got bigger
things to worry about.

It was an aneurysm.
- That's what they say,

but if you trusted Lawton
we wouldn't be meeting like this.

Unless this is a set up.

Why did you go see Allison?

I wanted to see if it was true.

About her suicide?
But she'd been dead

for weeks when you got there.

I didn't know that.
Not even Gordon knew...

How could you not know?

Her test phases were over, it...

Lawton didn't want us to know.

He was hiding it.

Yes, could you imagine
the headlines if it got out

that a patient had
killed herself during trials?

That would've been the story.
It would've ended the whole thing.

By the time Gordon found out,

he had no choice but to
continue with the launch.

But he didn't know everything.

The research, it's flawed.

Lawton manipulated it.
- Why would they do that?

Because a not so small
percentage of people

were prone to adverse
effects of the machine.

Adverse how?

Explicit and emotional
memories getting confused

and playing out in reality,

over-firing of synapses,
hallucinations, time collapse.

Just like Allison.

If Gordon had known,
he would've fixed it,

I don't have a doubt, but he
would've needed time, months,

and that's something
that Lawton didn't have.

He made certain promises.

There are issues
to be figured out,

but the machine is incredible.

What it can do for people, it...

Gordon deserves to be
remembered as a genius.

I think we're done here.

If you find the machine,
you know where I work.

I'm looking for a young woman
who was part of the test group.

Well, there were two, and
now one of them's dead.

Mom? Mommy?

Please.

I love you.

Gordon.

We've tracked down the group,
but none have the machine.

I was saving this...

for Gordon's return.

I'm sure he
would've wanted you

to enjoy it nonetheless.

Do you have any idea

the amount of pressure
crushing down on me?

We'll find it.

Yes, you will.

Good morning, birthday boy.

Please.

Does thinking of this

always make you so angry?

Wendy, this will help.

So, when you think of it,
do you still feel fear?

Mom? - Does your
heart rate increase?

Mommy!

I understand.

I'll be here if you
have any questions.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Exquisite.

Reminds me of a memory.

Yeah? Of what?

My father.

He was a real outdoorsman.

Hunting, fishing,
hiking, all of it.

One day, he took my
brother and I out for a hunt.

It was rare that
he took both of us.

We dug a hole in
the mud and waited.

I just wanted
to make him proud.

After about an hour,
a rabbit popped up.

I grabbed my gun,

and he went from a
quick hop to a straight drop.

Blood everywhere.

Yeah, kind of wish I
could forget that one.

You have something
you wish you could forget?

Or someone?
Gordon Dunn, maybe?

Who are you?

I'm working for his widow.

I know about you and him.

You think he was killed?
- I do.

And I know you
saw him that night.

I know you
stole the machine.

I loved him,
and he loved me.

Was it over?

It's not my choice.

Is that why you
took the machine?

To get back at him?

While I was working with
Gordon one session,

he... he saw something.

It was nothing incriminating,
it was just this memory

from a few years ago
with the man I loved.

A private moment.

He had no right to even see it.

So I wanted it back.

Imagine, to have your
memories watched by other people,

in front of an audience?

It was like my life
wasn't my own anymore.

Every memory became
clouded with Gordon.

But you didn't get them back.

I tried.

I took the machine from Cortex

and I went back
to Gordon's house.

I just wanted to
get my memories back.

I didn't care about the rest.

But then...
- Gordon?

Gordon?

Gordon?

I even tried to go back,

but everything was gone.

I can't move on from this

until I have my memories back.

If you help me find
who killed Gordon...

I'll get them back for you.

If you haven't talked
to Todd yet, you should.

He was furious.

He was there that night?

Gordon was...

he was a brilliant man,

and a truly good man.

I still haven't decided
if his creation was.

Yeah, neither have I.

Why are you doing this?

Resolution.

It has one button. Off and on.

Med school. Oxford.

Specifically, the
woods behind the lab.

Gordon was testing on
animals and I was freeing them,

and he got
worried that someone

was busting out the primates,

so he came after me.

He found me in the woods
feeding sandwiches to Pickles.

Pickles?

Pickles the chimp.

Ok.

It was a whole other time.

Funny how life goes, huh?

Years pass, and slowly
you find yourself defined

not so much by the
things that you do,

but the things
that you don't do.

I was gonna learn
French, write a book,

I was gonna have a happy,
huge, sprawling family,

and one by one, I
didn't do those things,

or those things didn't happen.

And I am what is left.

I guess, in part, we're all
remains of unfulfilled dreams.

After Jane died, Gordon wanted
to have another, and I couldn't.

So he threw
himself into his work.

I think he really believed

that the machine
could change the past,

and when he realized
that he... it didn't...

he found himself another woman
who didn't remind him of that.

And I still loved him.

I will always love him.

He was brilliant.

And the last thing
that I said to him...

was "You're an asshole."

And I have to live with that
memory and that reality and...

God, it just feels
like there's no ending.

I think there
will be an end to it.

I believe that.

And if we are, as Gordon said,
just the sum of our memories,

I'm really glad to have
made this one with you.

I can't think of a time in my
life when I've been happier.

One left.

TODD

No. No!

Excuse me. Hello.

Pickup?
- What?

Do you have a pickup?

Uh, no.
- So, how can I help you?

I wanted to ask you a few
questions about Gordon Dunn.

Get out of here.

Ok. Just a few questions...
- Get out of here.

Just a few quest...
- Get out!

Hey. Ahem.

Sir. Ahem.

How did you know the
combination to the safe?

I-I've seen
your memories, Todd.

What do you
want from me?

Did you kill Gordon Dunn?

Put it down. Put it down!

I know he was killed, I
know you were fighting,

and I know you were
at Cortex that night.

I didn't kill him. Put it down!

Just... why
were you fighting?

Ok. I'll tell you.
I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.
Just put it down.

I wanted to kill him.

I really did.

He didn't tell us what
the machine would do.

Not at all.

He didn't tell us it would...

bring back things
that we had buried.

You know, the mind
forgets things for a reason.

You didn't listen!
You never listened!

And now it's too late.

Take it easy.

Calm down, please. Please.

Take it easy. Calm down.

No, you don't want to...

Please, don't let this escalate.

No, no. No!

When I woke up...

in the hospital, I had...

I'd forgotten everything.

And then the machine
brought it all back,

and it wouldn't stop
playing in my mind.

Her getting shot over...

and over.

I saw it everywhere.

I couldn't turn it off.

It was my fault.

And then I found out...

that Gordon knew about
the shooting the whole time.

He chose you because he
knew what you'd been through.

He ruined my life,
you understand?

I asked him to
delete that memory,

and he wouldn't do it!

He brought back a memory

that my brain had
erased for a reason.

So, yeah, I was there in
that office that night to kill him.

And this time...

I had my finger on the trigger.

And I couldn't do it.

I knew I couldn't live with it.

Prove it.

...tell my life...

Gordon...

Gordon!

Uh, Todd, what
are you doing here?

You fucked up my head!

You came to
me injured and hurt.

No. No, you,
you came to me.

My life? My life
was better before.

Jesus, Todd.

You ruined my life,

and now you're gonna
make a bunch of money?

That's not why.
- You don't give a shit about anyone!

Listen to me.

You know, when I fall,

my eyes roll back,

blood splattered... blood
splattered everywhere...

that's not a memory you want.

It's better than
what you've done to me.

Don't do it, Todd.

She lied to me.

Why would Wendy
want to set you up?

She blamed me for Gordon
breaking it off with her.

Why?

Because when I
found out about them,

I threatened Gordon with it.

Told them I'd tell his
wife if he didn't fix me.

He talked me back,

but right after he
broke up with her.

I need to see what she saw.

That's not gonna happen.

She's not going back in there.

I'll get her on the machine.

I wouldn't be so sure.

I have what she wants.

Ah, a brand-new tent, going
camping up at Frost Lake!

Whoo! It's another
five miles to hike,

but it gets us
past all the tourists.

We'll have it to ourselves.
What do you say, brother?

You're not here, Dash.

What are you talking
about? Of course I'm here.

We're going camping, man.
- You're not here.

You're dead.

Dead, what a
stupid thing to say.

Of course I'm here.
I'm not dead.

What... Where you going, man?

What is this? What the...
What the hell is going on?

I'm right here!

You're dead, Dash,
and it's my fault.

That doesn't sound like
a brotherly thing to do.

I couldn't let Dad
blame me for your death.

It would only prove him right.

I had to ruin your
name not to ruin my life!

You did more
than ruin my name.

We found him. He
came to see the old man.

He matches the description,

and the nurses said he
was carrying a briefcase.

Same one Gordon used to bring.

Let me take care of it.

Understood.

James?
- Hi, can I come in?

I need to talk to you.

Are you okay?

James, what's the matter?

I need to tell you something.

I haven't been
completely honest with you.

Why do you have that?
- I took it.

You stole it? That's
Gordon's life's work.

I'm trying to figure out what
happened to him. I'm so close!

This machine, it's...

Who is that?

Oh, it's Lawton.
- Oh, shit.

You can't let him
know that I'm here.

You stole the machine.
Why wouldn't I?

Because I think I
know who killed Gordon,

and Lawton has been lying.
He lied to you, Carolyn...

...and he lied to Gordon.

Please, Carolyn, you
have to believe me.

Robert. - I need to
talk to you, Carolyn.

Come in.

Can I get you anything?

No. No, I'm fine, thank you.

How can I help?

There seems to be
more to Gordon's death.

Hmm, in what way?

When I saw him that
night in... in the office,

he had the Rememory
machine with him,

but in the morning, and I was
one of the first ones there,

it was gone, his
office ransacked.

Someone took it.

Are you saying someone
killed him for the machine?

It rather would appear so.

Tent's all set up.

Let's start a fire.

Why haven't you told anyone?

We need to keep this quiet.

Word cannot get out
that the machine is missing.

Robert, you can't
just not tell... - Carolyn.

I know who did this.

Do you know who this is?

No. - His name
is Samuel Bloom.

No, he doesn't use it much.

He has the machine,

and we believe he's the one
responsible for Gordon's death.

If you see him,
or he tries to get

in contact with
you in any way,

it's crucial that you
let me know immediately.

As you know, the...

the police have been
useless in this matter...

but Cortex won't be.

Sure.
- Good.

Carolyn, it's important...

that word of this
doesn't get out

for Gordon's work.
- Of course.

I know that he and I have had
our differences in our approach,

but you must know
that I believed in him,

and I only want his
creation to be his legacy.

You want that, don't you?

I would imagine that a man
so obsessed with memory

would want people
to remember him,

more than his invention.

Yes, of course.

You know, I would...

I would hate it if I found
out that you were lying.

I think you should leave.

Good evening.

Who are you?
- Carolyn, please.

Tell me, or I'm
calling the police.

I'm sorry I lied
to you. I had to.

Why?
- To help.

By stealing the machine?
What's your name?

What's your real name?

Samuel Bloom.
- Did you kill Gordon?

No. - Did you
even know him?

Did you meet at the hotel?

Was any of that true,
the story that you told me?

He told me about Jane.

How he blamed himself, and...

how much he missed her...

that she wanted
to go to Scotland

to see the real castles,

and you were
planning on taking her.

You were going to surprise
her for her tenth birthday.

That he loved you more
than anything, and he just...

He couldn't
go on without you,

but there were times when
you reminded him so much of Jane

that he just couldn't bear it,

that he was working on
something revolutionary

that would allow him
to be with her again.

I need your help, Carolyn.

There was a woman, part of
the test group, Wendy Polk.

That's her.

She lied to me.

I know now that she was the
last person to see Gordon alive.

We need to get
her on this machine.

We need to
see what she saw.

I'm gonna need
your help to do that.

I want to try it.

You ready?
- Mm. No.

My beauty.

You have made a commitment
to me. - It will free us up.

You have made a
commitment to me.

Can I put the star
on top of the tree?

Look, Mommy!

Beautiful.

I know you were the
last one who saw him.

And I know you
killed him. - No.

I loved him.

Oh, is that right?

I hated him the day he died,
but I was in love with him.

All you were to him
was a distraction.

I know more than you think.

I know a part of his
life that you don't.

I still believed in him.

I also know memories he had
that you don't know about,

that he only
shared with me.

I know a whole
man you didn't.

Wow.

You're quite a confident
little shit, aren't you?

But he chose you, so...

We can't even
share our stories,

and now I am
left with nothing.

Well, we're both
left with nothing.

I just... I want
all this to be over.

I want my memories back.

Well, if you want
your memories back...

I'd like you to do
something for me.

Gordon? Oh, Jesus Christ!

Gordon? Gordon, wake up!

Please wake up!

Please wake up. Please,
please, please wake up.

Wake up.

What have you done?
What did you do?

Ok.

Ok. Ok.

Oh...

So he was already
dead when you arrived.

I'm so sorry.

These are yours.

Thank you.

You should have this.

It's time.

Ah, it's good to
be home, brother.

It's good to have
you home, Dash.

No, no, no, no, no.
- What, I'm driving!

No, no! This is
my sweet ride.

Man, I'm driving
your sweet ride.

Ok. Ok.

You're driving, ah!

Under. Under!
- Over!

Under! Surprise.
- I don't...

Whatever it was.

Yeah, come on! Come on,
rock star! You take it!

Come here, Dash. You're pinned!

I'm just gonna turn you...

Come on, Dash!

Shit!

Wait. Hey, hey. Easy.

I-I can't understand
what you're saying.

You were just singing the song.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Help me!

Somebody help me!

Please!

Oh, my God.

Dash, I got you.
Come here.

I'm gonna have to
leave you here, man.

Ok? You stay here.

You ruined my life,

and now you're gonna
make a bunch of money?

Jesus, Todd. - You don't
give a shit about anyone!

Todd, listen to me.

The moment I fall,
and my eyes roll back,

blood splattered everywhere,

you'll have to live with that,

and it'll be worse
than any memory

that was brought back for you.

Oh...

It's better... than
what you've done to me.

Todd...

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

What have I done?

What have I done?

Oh, God.

Here she comes.
- Here she comes.

Let's take a picture.

Is it picture time?
- Get together.

Ok, we're together,
we're together.

Say cheese.
- Cheese!

Perfect.

Let's go build a sandcastle.

Build a sandcastle.

I can't think of
a time in my life

when I've been happier.

Carolyn.

Me neither.

Everything in its right place.

Right place.

...star on top of the tree?

Cheese!

Oh, my God!

Dad, I love you.

That was a beautiful
day, sweetie.

It was a beautiful day,
but there were so many days.

There were
so many memories.

Mm...

The machine killed him.

When I met
Gordon at the hotel...

I knew who he was.

I wanted to apologize, but...

there were no words...

just like there are
no words right now.

I wanted to tell you
everything, but I-I-I...

I just, I couldn't.

If you watch this,
you'll understand who I am...

who I really am.

I'm truly sorry, Carolyn.

I'm so sorry.

Goodbye.

Sam...

Sam, James, Rafferty...

Whoever you
really are, thank you.

We define our
lives by our memories.

Who we are
on a particular day

is the result of memories
from every day before.

But memories are
elastic, malleable,

often mercurial things.

I think of my own life,
the sum of my memories.

Like any man, I've done
many things that I feel guilt for.

I feel pain from
so many things...

for the damndest of things.

Memories of true happiness
are what make life worth living,

but they're so often
lost in the sea of bad ones.

We are nothing more than
the memories we keep...

memories of overwhelming joy...

profound sadness...

gratitude...

pride...

grief...

despair...

remorse...

passion...

regret...

Regret.

Regret.

But the strongest
memories we carry with us

are ones of love.

Afternoon, Oliver.

Afternoon.

It's Sam.

My name is Sam.

Well, then, afternoon, Sam.

And finally, hope.

Now, I want you
to think of a memory,

first thing that
comes to mind.

Go ahead, close your eyes.