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So where are you?
You're in some motel room.

You just wake up,
and you're in a motel room.

There's the key. It feels like maybe
it'sjust the first time you've been there...

but... perhaps you've been there for a week...

three months.

It's kind of hard to say.
I don't know.

It's just an anonymous room.

This guy.

He's 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.

Only every time I see you.

- My car.
- This is your car.

You're in a playful mood.

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

Just trying to have a little fun.

Roll up your window.

- It's broken.
- I can get that fixed foryou.

- So where to, Sherlock?
- I got a lead on a place.

What the hell you wanna go there for?

- You know it?
- Yeah. It'sjust this fucked-up building.

- Why do you wanna go there?
- Don't remember.

- Looks like somebody's home.
- 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!

Let's take a look inside.

"Teddy."

"Don't believe his lies.
He is the one. Kill him."

I finally found him.
How long have I been looking?

Find anything?

Didn't think so.

Let's go.

Fuck this.

You're gonna pay for what you did.

- Beg forgiveness, and then you pay.
- Leonard.

You don't have a clue, you freak.

Beg my wife's forgiveness
before I blow your brains out.

Leonard, you don't know what's going on.

- You don't even know my name.
- Teddy.

That's 'cause 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.
That's not what you've become.

- Shut your mouth.
- You want to 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!

It'sjust an anonymous room.

There's nothing in the drawers.
But you look anyway.

Nothing except the Gideon Bible,
which I, ofcourse, read religiously.

You know who you are,
and you know kind ofall about yourself.

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

Sammy Jankis had the same problem...

but he really 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 you're gonna make it work.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- I'm Mr. Shelby from 304.
- What can I do for you, Leonard?

Burt.

Burt. I'm not sure. I think I may have
asked you to hold my calls.

- You don't know?
- I think I may have. I'm not good on the phone.

Right. You said you like to look people
in the eye when you talk to them.

Yeah.

You don't remember saying that?

- That's the thing. I have this condition.
- A condition?

- It's my memory.
- Amnesia?

No, no. It's different from that.
I have 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.

If we talk for too long,
I'll forget how we started.

Next time I see you,
I'm not gonna remember this conversation.

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?

Yeah. I don't mean to mess with you,
but it's so weird.

- You don't remember me at all?
- No.

- We've talked a bunch oftimes.
- I'm sure we have.

What's the last thing you remember?

My wife.

What's it like?

It's like waking.
It's like you just woke up.

That must suck.

It's all backwards.

Maybe you get an idea what you want to do next,
but you don't remember what you just did.

- I'm exactly the opposite...
- How long have I been staying here?

- Couple of days.
- And you're holding my calls?

- Like you said.
- Okay, but this guy's an exception.

- You know this guy?
- Yeah, it's your friend, right?

What makes you think he's my friend?

- I just saw you together, that's all.
- He's not my friend.

- Okay.
- If he calls or if he shows up here...

give me a call in my room, okay?

His name's Teddy?

- Teddy, yeah.
- All right.

Look, I hope my condition's
not gonna be a problem for you.

No, not as long as
you remember to pay the bill.

Yeah. Okay.

- Forty.
- Forty.

This guy...

He's here already.

Lenny!

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

You kind of learn
to trust your own handwriting.

That becomes an important part of your life.
You write yourself notes.

Where you put your notes...
That also becomes important.

You need a jacket that's got
like six pockets in it.

Particular pockets for 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 gonna make sense...

or is gonna lead you astray.

I don't know. I guess people try and take
advantage ofsomebody with this condition.

If you have a piece
of information which is vital...

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

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

Who is this?

"Remember Sammy Jankis."

Excuse me, sir.
You left these at your table.

Thanks.

- Lincoln Street?
- Yeah.

Go straight out on Sixth Street.
Go east all the way...

- Hold on. I'm gonna write this down.
- It's easy. Just go...

Trust me. I need to write this down.

"The Discount Inn."

Discount Inn.

Natalie.

My car.

Teddy.

"John Edward Gammell."

This guy told me his name was Teddy.

"Don't believe his lies."

- Yeah?
- Mr. Gammell?

- Lenny, is that you?
- John Gammell?

Lenny, it's Teddy. Stay there.
I'll be right over.

Okay. I'll be waiting.

"White. Male."

"First name: John."

"Last name: G" for Gammell.

"Drugs. License plate."

"SG13...

7IU."

It's him.

I found you, you fuck.

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?
Oh, Sammy Jankis.

I guess I tell people about Sammy
to help them understand.

Sammy's story helps me
understand my own situation.

Sammy wrote himself endless
amounts of notes, but he got mixed up.

I have a more graceful
solution to the memory problem.

I'm disciplined and organized.

I use habit and routine
to make my life possible.

Sammy had no drive,
no reason to make it work.

Me? Yeah, I got a reason.

"Today, 1:00 p.m. Meet Natalie for info.

She has also lost someone.

She will help you out of pity."

- Natalie?
- You don't remember me.

- Sorry. I should have explained. I have this...
- You did explain, Lenny.

Please call me Leonard.
My wife called me Lenny.

- Yeah, I know. You told me.
- Then I probably told you how much I hated it.

Yeah.

Do you mind taking your glasses off?
It's hard for me to...

Thanks. So you have information for me?

- Is that what your little note says?
- Yeah.

Must be tough living your life
according to a couple ofscraps of paper.

You mix your laundry list
with your grocery list...

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

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

Yeah, it's tough. It's almost impossible.

I'm sorry I don't rememberyou.
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 Gammell. John G.

- 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.

Then you shouldn't have to ask.

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

You're not even gonna 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'tjust recite the words.

Close your eyes... and remember her.

You can just feel the details.

The bits and pieces
you never bothered to put into words.

And you can feel these extreme moments...

even if you don't want to.

You put these together,
and you get the feel ofa person.

Enough to know how much you miss them...

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 oftown.

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.

See, you have this condition.

Are you still staying at the Discount Inn,
room 304? You left it at my place.

Yeah.

- They treating you okay?
- I don't remember.

You know what we have in common?

We are both survivors.

You take care, Leonard.

"Remember Sammy Jankis."

I met Sammy through work.
Insurance. I was an investigator.

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

I had to see through people's bullshit.

It was useful experience,
'cause 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 just let them talk...

and watch the eyes and the body language.

If someone scratches their nose while they're
talking, experts tell you it means they're 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.

Yo, Lenny! I thought you split for good.

- Things change.
- So I see.

- My name's Teddy.
- 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 Jankis?
- Yeah.

I'm sick of hearing about the guy.
What about John 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 maybe
somebody was trying to set you up...

get you to kill the wrong guy.

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's unreliable.
- Oh, please!

No, really. Memory's not perfect.
It'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 collect facts, they make notes,
and they draw conclusions.

Facts, not memories.

That's how you investigate.
I know. It's what I used to do.

Memory can change the shape ofa room.
It can change the color of a car.

And memories can be distorted.

They're just an interpretation.
They're not a record.

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.

Then we'll get the bastard.
Where you staying?

The Discount Inn.

I don't know what room.
I haven't 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, right?

- Don't see my key anywhere.
- Shit.

This is the wrong room.
You're in 304 now.

- I'm sorry. I fucked up.
- This is not my room?

No. Let's go.

Why is this my handwriting?

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

- When was I in here?
- Last week.

But then I rented you
another room on top of it.

- Why?
- Business is slow.

I told my boss
about your condition and stuff...

and he said,
"Try and rent him another room."

How many rooms am I checked
into in this shit-hole?

Just two, so far.

At least you're being honest
about ripping me off.

You're not gonna remember anyway.

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

Leonard, always get a receipt.

Yeah. I'm gonna write that down.

- What time is it?
- Quarter to 1:00.

Your room's...

- Natalie?
- You don't remember me.

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

Mr. Samuel R. Jankis. Strangest case ever.

You know, the guy's a 58-year-old
semiretired 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, but 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 check into it.

Sammy can think just fine,
but he can't make any new memories.

He could only remember things
for a couple of minutes.

- This is Mr. Shelby.
- He'd watch TV...

but anything longer than
a couple of minutes was too confusing.

He couldn't remember how it began.
He liked commercials. They were short.

Sammy. It's time for my shot.

The crazy part was that this guy...

who couldn't even follow the plot
of Green Acres anymore...

could do the most complicated things...

as long as he learned them
before the accident...

and as long as he kept his mind
on what he was doing.

Be gentle.

The doctors assure me 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.

Sammy, it's okay. I got it. I got it.

- Hi, Mr. Shelby.
- Hi, Mrs. Jankis.

I can read people,
and I'm thinking: Bad actor.

So now I'm suspicious, and I order more tests.

Awake.

Where am I?

Somebody's bedroom.

It must be her room.

But who is she?

It's only me.

- Did you sleep okay?
- Yeah. You?

Oh, shit. I gotta be someplace.

- It's pretty weird.
- It's useful.

You never write a phone number on your hand?

I should be able to talk to my friend
today about the license plate.

- Yeah, the license plate.
- John G.'s license plate.

You have it tattooed on your thigh.

"Natalie."

"She has also lost someone.

She will help you out of pity."

If it's registered in this state...

it should only take a couple 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.

It's great that you...

that you're helping me like this.

I'm helping you because you helped me.

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

I think you will.

I'm sorry.

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

Yo, Lenny! I thought you split for good.

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 ofthe brain
from the short-term memory.

So I had 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.

Ow! What the fuck?

- It's a test, Sammy.
- Test this, you fucking quack.

Some ofthe objects were electrified.

They'd give 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 objects...

not by memory, but by instinct.

Natalie, right? Who the fuck is Dodd?

- Guess I don't have to worry about him anymore.
- What the fuck have you got me into?

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 when you saw
what he did to my face.

- How do I know he did that to your face?
- Because I came straight to you after he did it.

I showed you what he did,
and I asked you to help me.

- 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 the wrong guy.

- Did you?
- What?

- Kill him?
- Of course not!

Hey.

Sit down, okay? 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 gonna sound like
when I knock on it.

I know what that's gonna
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 ofthe world... and her.

She's gone.

And the present is trivia,
which I scribble down as fucking notes!

Hey. Come on. Try and relax. Come on.

It's not easy for me to relax, you know?

Come on. Take your jacket off.

Now. Come on.

Hey.

Didn't think you were the type.

It's backwards.

Come here.

Come here.

What about here?

Maybe it's for when I find him.

I've lost somebody too.

I'm sorry.

His name was Jimmy.

- What happened to him?
- He went to meet somebody.

He never came back.

- Who did he go to meet?
- A guy called Teddy.

What do 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 ofthe bed...

I would know that it was cold.

But 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.

How can I heal?

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

"She has also lost someone.

She will help you out of pity."

They kept testing Sammy for months...

always with the same objects
carrying the electrical charge.

Ow! What the fuck?

- It's a test, Sammy.
- Test this, you fucking quack!

Even with total short-term memory loss...

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

All the previous cases responded to conditioning.
Sammy didn't respond at all.

It was enough to suggest that his 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 live the way Sammy couldn't.

Habit and routine make my life possible.

Conditioning. Acting on instinct.

Awake.

Where am I?

Motel room.

Some anonymous motel room.

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

Nothing except the Gideon Bible.

Lenny! Open up!

Just a minute.

Open the door.

Lenny.

Open the door.

Come on!

Hi, Teddy.

Finished playing with yourself, Lenny?

I get it.

Amorous neighbors.

What are you doing here?

You called me. You said you needed my help.

I've had more rewarding
friendships than this one.

Although I do get to keep
telling the same jokes.

What the fuck is that?

- Who the fuck is that?
- You don't know him?

No! Should I?

Wait a minute.

- Is that John G?
- I don't think so.

- You don't think so? You didn't write it down?
- I might've fallen asleep before I did.

For Christ's sakes!

Ask him.

What's your name?

Your name.

- Dodd.
- Who did this to you?

- What?
- Who did this to you?

You did.

- I'm not gonna help you kill that guy.
- No, just let me think for a minute.

Okay, Natalie. Who's Natalie?

- Natalie who?
- Why?

- Maybe I know her.
- Look. We gotta get him out of here.

All right, all right.

He's gotta have a car, right?

We take him down to his car, tell him to get
the fuck out oftown or we're gonna kill him.

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

- How the fuck did you get him up here?
- I don't know.

You don't know.

Yes, I do. This is not my room.

It must be his room. Great! Let's go.

- No, no. We can't just leave him here.
- Why not?

Because the maid's gonna walk in.
She'll see him, call the cops. He can ID us.

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?

It must be his. I don't think
they'd let someone like me carry a gun.

Fucking hope not.

Which one?

We should probably steal his car.
You know, teach him a lesson.

Shut up.

That's all right for you to say.
You're the one with the Jag.

Get in.
I'm gonna ride with him. You follow us.

Give me your keys.

Take your own car.

- So was he scared?
- Yeah. I think it was your sinister mustache.

Fuck you. You should have stolen his car.

- Why? What's wrong with this one?
- Nothing. You want to trade?

So what do you do now?

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

Natalie, right? Who the fuck is Dodd?

Sammy's wife was crippled
by the cost ofsupporting him...

and fighting the company's decision.

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

- I never said that Sammy was faking.
- Listen. I have an idea.

Sammy, I have an idea.

Just that his problem was mental, not physical.

I want you to have a pen in your pocket, okay?

- But she couldn't understand.
- You're gonna have a pad in your pocket.

- I did something wrong?
- You did something wrong!

We're gonna deal with it.
We're gonna try harder.

She looks into his eyes
and sees the same person.

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

- Ellen called!
- Ellen called?

- Ellen can't come today! Ellen can't come!
- Okay. I'm sorry!

- I'm sorry. I'm trying. I'm sorry.
- Try harder!

So good old Leonard Shelby from the insurance
company gives her the seed ofdoubt...

just like he gave it to the doctors.

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

I don't feel drunk.

- Hello?
- Shit.

Housekeeping.

- Not right now.
- I'm sorry.

Okay.

"Dodd. Put him onto Teddy
orjust get rid of him for Natalie."

Dodd.

Get rid of him. Ask Natalie.

Teddy, Teddy.

Leave your number.
You know what to do.

Yeah. This is a message for Teddy.

I'm at the Mountcrest Inn
of Fifth Street, room six.

I need you to come over
as soon as you get this. It's important.

This is Leonard. Thanks. Bye.

Fuck.

What Mrs. Jankis didn't understand was
that you can't bully someone into remembering.

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

Then call me back?

Okay. What am I doing?

I'm chasing this guy.

No. He's chasing me.

Fuck.

"Dodd. White guy.

Mountcrest Inn on Fifth Street."

I'll get the jump on you, you fucker.

Fuck.

Sorry.

I need a weapon.

This'll do.

I don't feel drunk.

Do I know this guy?

He seems to know me.

What the fuck?

- I like your car.
- Thank you.

- Where'd you get it?
- Are you interested in buying one?

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

I wouldn't be too hard on yourself.

Okay. What am I doing?

Who is this?

Ouch. Cut it out.

- How can you read that again?
- It's good.

Yeah, but you've read it,
like, a thousand 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.

I'm not reading it to annoy you. I enjoy it.

Just let me read, please.

Probably tried this before.

Probably burned truckloads of your stuff.

Can't remember to forget you.

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

Sir, that'd certainly be in keeping
with some of my own discoveries.

I was hoping for a little more on the drugs angle.
Can you hang on a sec?

The police report mentioned
the drugs found in the car outside my house.

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

I got friends in the department.
They gave me a copy of it.

I dealt with the police a lot
in my insurancejob.

With my condition, it's really tough.
I can't keep it all in mind at once.

I have to summarize the different sections.
And there's pages missing.

I guess I've been trying to log them all.

I don't know why these are crossed out.

But they weren't even looking for John G.

The stuffthey found in the car fit in with
what they believed had happened...

so they didn't chase any of it up.

Honey.

Honey, it's late.

Everything okay?

You okay in there?

Was it good foryou?

What? Was I supposed to lock the door?

No.

I'd like you to leave now.

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...

'cause he's not gonna go breaking into places
while he's still got a stash that big.

I think John G. Left it there
or planted it there.

How do you know that?

Shit. That's true. It fits.

So he's a dealer.

Hang on a sec.

Now we're getting somewhere.

"Discount Inn."

Yeah, okay. Blonde's fine.

That's what they say.

The Discount Inn. 304.

Leonard.

What then?

We just go to bed.
You wait for me to fall asleep.

You go into the bathroom and you slam the door.

- Slam it?
- Yeah. Loud enough to wake me up.

- And that's it?
- That's it.

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. 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...

as ifthey were your things.

Whatever gets you off.

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

This is a difficult condition
for people to understand.

Look at Sammy Jankis.
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.

Then she'd stop feeding him
to see if his hunger...

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

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. Jankis, the company's position
isn't that Sammy is faking anything...

just that his condition can't be shown to be...

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

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?

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
he might be imagining this whole problem...

and that if I just could say the right thing...

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

If I knew that my old Sammy were truly gone...

then I could say good-bye
and start loving this new Sammy.

As long as I have doubt,
I can't say good-bye 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 new memories.

Thank you.

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

I didn't think it was important
what the answer was...

just that she had one to believe.

- A car this nice you should lock.
- Who the fuck are you?

- Teddy, your buddy.
- Prove it.

Sammy. Remember Sammy?
You told me about Sammy!

Geez!

What the fuck are you doing in my car?

What, your sense of humor went with the memory?

- Do you even know why you're here?
- Unfinished business.

Lenny, let me inform you.

Your business 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?

That's right. Take a look at your pictures.
I bet you got one of her.

Nice shot, Leibovitz.

You'll wanna make a note.
You can't trust her.

Yeah? Why's that?

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

and she's starting to figure out ways
of turning 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. That broad's bad news.
- What do you mean, "bad news"?

She's involved with drugs.

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 who?

Guys are gonna wanna know
what happened to her boyfriend.

Guys are gonna come after her.
Somebody's gotta pay, Lenny.

Somebody always pays.
Maybe she'll make it you.

Oh, yeah?
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 wanna 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.

So in your griefyou 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 am Leonard Shelby.
I am 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 it.
- Right. You're an investigator.

- 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."

Fuck it. I need my own place.

No. She shouldn't have
given me that responsibility.

I'm a claims investigator, not a doctor.

Yeah. I guess.

But I've got all sorts of other considerations.

Legal responsibility, large financial...

Who is this?

Write this down.
Write down what happened. Write it down.

Concentrate.
Keep it in mind. Find a pen.

What happened?

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

Who?

Who?

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

- Why?
- Why? Because ofyou.

Because I did what you told me to do!
Go in and reason with him!

- Tell him about Teddy! 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 didn't have any of Jimmy's money...

or the drugs...

and that this Teddy
must have taken everything.

And 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.

Then he just started hitting me.

Where is he?

- Why?
- I'll go see him.

And?

I'll give him some bruises of his own
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 is so dangerous.

- Let's just think of something else, okay?
- 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 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.

- A car this nice you should lock.
- Who the fuck are you?

Front desk?

Burt. Right.
This is Mr. Shelby in room 21.

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

Nope. None at all.

- What's wrong?
- Somebody's come already.

- Who?
- He calls himself Dodd.

What does he want?

He wants to know what happened to Jimmy
and his money. He thinks I took it.

Did you?

No.

- What's this all about?
- Fuck!

You don't have a fucking clue, do you?
You're just blissfully ignorant, aren't ya?

- I have this condition.
- I 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 I set him up.
I don't know if you know this Teddy, or how well.

- Neither do I.
- Don't protect him!

- I'm not.
- Help me.

How?

Get rid of Dodd for me.

- What?
- Kill him. I'll pay you.

What do you think I am?
I'm not gonna kill someone for money.

What then? Love?

What would you kill for?

- You'd kill for your wife, wouldn't you?
- That's different.

- Not to me. I wasn't fucking married to her.
- Hey, don't talk about my wife.

I can talk about whoever the fuck I want!

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

I could call your wife a fucking whore
and we could still be friends.

- Calm down.
- Easy for you to say. You can't get scared.

- You don't know how, you fucking idiot!
- Take it easy. This has nothing to do with me.

Maybe it does. How the fuck would you know?
You don't know a fucking thing!

- You can't get scared, but can you get angry?
- Yes.

You pathetic piece of shit.

I can say whatever the fuck I want...

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

- Shut your mouth.
- You know what? I'm gonna use you.

I'm telling you now,
because I'm gonna enjoy it so much more...

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

Did you lose your pen?

That's too bad, freak. Otherwise,
you could write yourself a little note...

about how much Natalie hates your retarded guts
and that I called your wife a fuckin' whore.

- Don't say another fuckin' word.
- About your whore of a wife?

I read about your condition, Leonard.

You know what one ofthe causes
of short-term memory loss is? Venereal disease.

Maybe your cunt of a fucking wife
sucked one too many diseased cocks...

and turned you into a fucking 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.

Fuck.

I'll see you soon.

Stay focused. Find a pen.

Gotta write this down. Gotta write it down.

Concentrate. Concentrate. Concentrate.

Keep it in mind.
Keep it in mind. Keep it in mind.

Come on. Gotta find a pen.
I gotta find a pen.

Write this down.
Write this down, exactly what happened.

Gonna write down exactly what happened.
Come on.

I gotta find a pen. Geez! Come on.

Keep focused. Keep focused.

Keep it in mind.
Come on. Find a pen.

Write this note.
Write down what happened.

Write it down. Concentrate.
Keep it in mind.

What happened?

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

Who?

Who?

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

Hello?

It's Burt, from the front desk.

- Yeah?
- I know you said you didn't want any calls.

But this guy called.
He's on the phone now. He says he's a cop.

- A cop?
- Yeah.

He says you're really gonna wanna
know what he has to say.

I'm not too good on the phone. I need to look
people in the eye when I talk to them.

You can crash on the couch.
It's comfortable.

Just have a seat.

Thanks.

How long do you think it's gonna take you?

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

That 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 ofthat information...

then why haven't the police
found him foryou?

- They're not looking for him.
- Why not?

They don't think he exists.
You see, I told them what I remembered.

I was asleep.

Something woke me up.

Her side ofthe bed was cold.
She'd obviously been out of bed for a while.

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 the police...

How did they explain what you do remember?
The gun and stuff.

John G. was clever.

He was clever.

See, he took the dead man's gun,
he replaced it with the sap that he hit me with.

He left my gun and he left the get away 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 gonna believe
someone in my condition.

Leonard, you can stay here
for a couple of days if it'll help you.

Thanks.

I have to go back to work.

So, just make yourself at home.

You can watch TV oryou can have some food,
whatever you want, okay?

- Make yourself at home.
- One thing.

- Something to remember you by.
- My name is Natalie.

"Natalie."

- What's wrong?
- Somebody's come already.

- On the house.
- Thanks.

You really do have a problem.

Just like that cop said.

Your condition.

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 get you another one.

I think this one's dusty.

Why are you calling me?
What do you want?

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? I can't remember
what I've done. You wouldn't believe me anyway.

Because of my condition.
You don't believe someone with this condition.

Nobody believed Sammy!
I didn't even fucking believe Sammy!

"Ferdy's Bar."

"Come by after. Natalie."

I'll have a beer, please.

- What do you want?
- A beer, please.

You can't just waltz in here
dressed like that and ask for a beer.

- What, is there a dress code?
- Why are you here?

- I'm meeting someone called Natalie.
- That's me.

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 amnesia.

- You're the memory guy.
- How do you know about me?

My boyfriend told me about you.

- Yeah? Who's your boyfriend?
- Jimmy Grants. Do you know him?

No.

He knows you. He told me about you.

He said you were staying at the Discount.

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

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

wouldn't know how he got here
or what he'd done.

Said I get a lot of guys around here like that.

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.

Your pocket.

Bar bet. Care to contribute?

- No, thanks.
- It's for a lot of money.

Come on. Proceeds are going to charity.
Help me out.

Thank you.

- On the house.
- Thanks.

It's completely fucked
because nobody believes you.

It's amazing what a little brain damage
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 and not have
the faintest idea 10 minutes later.

Like Sammy.
What if I've done something like Sammy?

I didn't tell you what happened
to Sammy and his wife?

She came to see me at my office. I thought
she was trying to 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.

Sammy. It's time for my shot.

She really thought she'd call his bluff.

There you go.

Or she just didn't wanna live
with the things she'd put him through.

Sammy.

It's time for my shot.

It won't hurt.

She went into a coma and never recovered.

Sammy couldn't understand
or explain what happened.

He's been in a home ever since.

He doesn't even know that 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.

His brain didn't respond to conditioning.
But he wasn't a con man.

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?

- Hey, Lenny, how you doing?
- It's private back here.

- It's okay. We know each other. Right, kid?
- How did you know I was in here?

The Jag's out front.
Should have put it around back.

What are you still doing here, Lenny?
There's plenty of tattoo parlors up north.

I guess I wanted to get something down
before it slipped my mind.

- Give me the keys. I'll move it.
- It'll be all right for a minute.

Wait out there.

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

Fact six: Car license SG137IU.

Look. Wait a minute, will ya?

- We gotta get you out of here.
- Why?

Man. Come on, Leonard.
How many times I gotta tell you?

- It's not safe for you to hang around here anymore.
- Why not?

Because that cop's looking for you.

I gotta get you a new identity,
some new clothes.

A different car would do for now.
So put these on.

What cop?

He's a bad cop. He's the one
that checked you into the Discount Inn.

He's been calling you for days, telling you shit,
slipping envelopes underyour door. Shit like that.

- How do you know this?
- He told me. He thinks it's funny.

- He's been laughing at you.
- You're full of shit.

I'm not. He knows you're no good on the phone,
so he's been calling you.

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 ofcrap about John G.
Being some local drug dealer.

- Jimmy Grants.
- Who's Jimmy Grants?

Leonard, Jimmy's the drug dealer.

The cop wants to know how his operation's run.

He's got some score in mind.
Somehow you're involved.

Uh-huh. How do you know him?

I'm a snitch. He's a cop from out oftown.
The local boys put us together.

If he knew I was helping you,
he'd fucking kill me.

So take these clothes, put them on
and get the fuck out of here.

Come on, Leonard. Just go.

You are full of shit.

"Come by after. Natalie."

"Ferdy's Bar."

Hey, Jimmy.

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

Sorry.

That's okay.

So this Jimmy Grants deals drugs out ofthe bar
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.

You're in the lobby? What do you look like?

I'll be right there.

Lenny.

Officer Gammell.

Yeah. Come on.

- Smile.
- Not here.

Over here.

- Is it Officer or Lieutenant Gammell?
- You know what?

Don't write Gammell, 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.

Nice picture. I look thin.

Hey, Lenny.

Make him beg.

Teddy!

Hey, Teddy!

Jimmy.

- What the fuck are you doing here?
- You Jimmy Grants?

Expecting any other Jimmys out here,
Memory Man?

- Do you remember me?
- Yeah, I remember you.

Where the fuck's Teddy?

Well?

Motherfuck... Fuckin' retard!

- Strip.
- You're making a big fucking mistake, pal.

Strip!

My associates are not
the kind of people you wanna piss off.

Don't say anything else.

- I knew I couldn't trust that fuck!
- Take it off.

Cocksucker.

Your pants too.

- Why?
- I don't wanna get blood on them.

Wait. Did he tell you what I was bringing?

- Take your fuckin' pants off!
- I've got 200 grand stashed in the car!

- Just take it!
- You think you can bargain with me?

- Take the money and walk away!
- I don't want your fuckin' money.

Then what?

- What do you want from me?
- I want my fuckin' life back!

Sammy.

He said "Sammy".
How does he know about Sammy?

Oh, fuck.

What have I done?

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.

- Is he still breathing?
- I don't know. Maybe.

What the hell were you guys
doing down here?

I don't remember. I have this condition.

I hope it's not as serious as his,
'cause this guy's dead.

Ow! Lenny! That shit kills!

So you remember me now, huh?
You are a fuckin' cop.

Yeah. And I'm the guy
that helped 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. Grants.
John G. Check your tattoos.

- What was he bringing the 200 grand for?
- What?

- What was it for?
- A load ofamphetamines I told him I had.

- Is this a drug deal?
- No. Yeah, that and your thing.

Look, Leonard, Jimmy's your guy. I just
figured we'd make a few dollars on the side.

- How did he know me?
- The Discount Inn. He dealt out of there.

The guy at the front desk let him know
if anybody came snooping around.

He called Jimmy the minute he saw you
taking a picture ofthe dump.

- You're fucking using me.
- No! You get half!

He knew about Sammy!
Why would I tell him about fuckin' Sammy?

You tell everybody about Sammy,
everybody who'll listen.

"Remember Sammy Jankis?"
"Remember Sammy Jankis?"

Great story.
Gets better every time you tell it.

So you lie to yourself to be happy.

There's nothing wrong with that.
We all do it.

Who cares if there's a few little details
you'd rather not remember?

- What the fuck are you talking about?
- I don't know.

Your wife surviving the assault.

Her not believing your condition.

The torment and pain and anguish
tearing her up inside.

The insulin.

That's Sammy, not me.
I told you about Sammy.

Yeah, right.
Like you tell yourselfover and over again.

Conditioning yourself to remember.

- Learning through repetition.
- Sammy let his wife kill herself.

- Sammy ended up in an institution.
- Sammy was a con man, a faker.

I never said that Sammy was faking.

You exposed him for what he was... a fraud.

But I was wrong. That's the whole point.

- See, Sammy's wife came to me.
- 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.

You 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 wanna 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 or not?

- It makes all the difference.
- Why? You're never gonna know.

- Yes, I will.
- No, you won't.

I will. Somehow I'll know.

- You won't remember!
- When it's done, I will know. It'll be different.

I thought so too.
In fact, I was sure of it, but you didn't!

That's right. The real John G.

I helped you find him over a year ago.
He's already dead.

- Don't lie to me anymore.
- Look, Lenny.

I was the cop assigned to your wife's case.
I believed you.

I thought you deserved a chance for revenge.

I'm the one that helped you find the other guy
in 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.

Yeah? So who was he?

Just some guy. Does it even matter who?

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

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

But when you killed him,
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 it.

Look how happy you are.

I wanted to see that face again.

- Gee, thanks.
- Fuck you.

I gave you a reason to live,
and you were more than happy to help.

You don't want the truth.
You make up your own truth.

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. See, it was you.

- Why would I do that?
- To create a puzzle you could never solve.

You know how many towns?

How many John G.'s or James G.'s?

Shit, Lenny. I'm a fucking John G.

- Your name is Teddy.
- My mother calls me Teddy.

My name's John Edward Gammell.

Cheer up.

There's plenty of John G.'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 wander around, you're playing detective.
You're living a dream, kid.

A dead wife to pine for.
A sense of 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.

What are you doing?
You know what time it is?

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

Fuck.

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 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 John G.

Do I lie to myself to be happy?

In your case, Teddy...

Yes, I will.

Hey, that's not your car!

- It is now.
- Jesus Christ, you can't take it!

- Why not?
- Because the guy you just killed owns it!

Somebody'll recognize it!

I think I'd rather be mistaken
for a dead guy than a killer.

I might hang on to this for a while.

Lenny.

Will you help me find the keys?

Help me find my 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 here.

Do I believe the world's still here?

Is it still out there?

Yeah.

We all need mirrors
to remind ourselves who we are.

I'm no different.

Now, where was I?

Edited by Sonah