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[Man Screams]

[ Man Narrating ] So where are you?
You're in some motel room.

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

There's the key. It feels like maybe it's just
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--I don't know.

It's just an anonymous room.

[ Radio Sportscast, Indistinct ]

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.

Oh, well, only every time I see you.
[Clicks Tongue]

- My car.
- This is your car.

Oh, you're in a playful mood.

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

- [ Car Alarm Chirps ]
- Just trying to have a little fun.

- [Engine Starts]
- [ Radio Newscast, Indistinct ]

- Roll up your window.
- Hmm?

It's broken.

I can get that fixed for you.

So where to, Sherlock?

- I got a lead on a place.
- Oh, what the hell do you wanna go there for?

- You know it?
- Yeah, it's just this fucked-up building.

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

Looks like somebody's home.

Ah, that thing's
been here for years.

[ Door Closes ]
[ Alarm Chirps ]

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.

[Sighs]

[Thinking]
"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, huh?
Oh, fuck this.

- [Teddy Grunts]
- You're gonna pay for what you did.

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

[Panting]

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!
[Gunshot]

[ Narrating ]
It's just an anonymous room.

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

Nothing except the Gideon Bible,
which I, of course, read religiously.

[ Chuckles, Sighs ]

You know, you know who you are,
and you know kind of all about yourself.

But just 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--
if you're gonna make it work.

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[ Bell Buzzes ]

- Hi.
- Hi.

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

- Um--
- 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 too 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?

- Well, that's the thing. I have this condition.
- A condition?

- It's my memory.
- Amnesia?

No, 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.

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

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

So if I seem a little strange
or rude or something, uh--

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

Yeah. I mean, 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 of times.
- I'm sure we have.

Well, 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.

I mean, it's all backwards.

Like, maybe you get an idea
about 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?

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

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

- Do 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,

you give me a call in my room, okay?

- What, 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!

[ Narrating ] 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.

And 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 mean, I don't know. I guess people try and
take advantage of somebody 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.

[ Phone Ringing ]

Who is this?

[Thinking]
"Remember Sammy Jankis."

[ Door Opening ]

[ Quiet Chattering ]

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

Thanks. Uh...
Lincoln Street?

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

Hold on. I'm just
gonna write this down.

- It's easy. Just go--
- Trust me. I need to write this down.

[Thinking]
"The Discount Inn."

[ Drops Key ]

[Thinking]
Discount Inn.

Natalie.

My car.

Teddy.

"John Edward Gammell."

This guy told me
his name was Teddy.

"Don't believe his lies."

[Dial Tone]

[ Dialing ]

[ Line Ringing ]

[ Man On Phone ] 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.

Well, 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.

[Car Alarm Chirps]

[Thinking]
"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.

I'm 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 of scraps 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.

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 D.M.V. 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.
- Well, 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't just 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 of a person.

Enough to know
how much you miss them...

and how much you hate
the person who took them away.

I, um--I added
an address in here.

It might be useful.
It's an abandoned place outside of town.

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.
[Laughs]

Oh, are you still staying
at the Discount Inn, room 304?

You left it at my place.

Yeah.
[Chuckles]

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

[Laughs]
You know what we have in common?

We are both survivors.

You take care, Leonard.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[Thinking]
"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 just 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.

[Engine Starts]

Yo, Lenny!

I thought you split for good.

- Well, 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?
- Mm. 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.

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's unreliable.
- Oh, please!

No, really. Memory's not perfect.
It's not even that good.

Ask the police.
Eyewitness testimony is unreliable.

- Cops don't catch a killer by remembering stuff.
- Right--

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.

Look, memory can change the shape of a 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.

Well, then we'll get the bastard.

Where are you staying?

The Discount Inn.

- I don't know what room. I haven't got my key.
- Probably left it in your room.

[ Bell Ringing ]

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

How you doing, Leonard?
Probably in the room, right?

- I 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?

Well... 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 mean,
I told my boss about the--

Your condition and stuff, and he said,
"Try and rent him another room."

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

Just two, so far.

Well, at least you're being
honest about ripping me off.

Well, you're not
gonna remember anyway.

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

Leonard, always get a receipt.

Oh, yeah.
I'm gonna write that down.

- Hey, what time is it?
- Quarter to 1 :00.

You--

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.

- Can I get you some coffee?
- Sammy can think just fine,

but he can't make any new memories.

He could only remember things
for a couple of minutes.

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.
- Now, 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.

- Now, I can read people, and I'm thinking: bad actor.
- This is Mr. Shelby, Sammy.

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

[Thinking]
Awake.

Oh, where am I?

Somebody's bedroom.

Ah, it must be her room.

But who is she?

[Moaning]

It's only me.

- Did you sleep okay?
- Yeah. You?

Yeah. Oh, shit. Shit!
I got to be someplace.

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

You never write a phone number
on your hand?

I, um--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.

[ Water Running ]

[Thinking]
"Natalie."

"She has also lost someone.

She will help you out of pity."

[ Footsteps ]

Mm, if it's registered in this 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 helped me.

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

[Whispering]
I think you will.

I'm sorry.

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

[ Engine Starts ]

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 of the 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?

Hey, where were you guys
when I did my C.P.A.?

[Laughs]
Sorry.

Ta-da!

- [Object Buzzes]
- Ow! What the fuck?

It's a test, Sammy.

Well, test this, you fucking quack.

[ Leonard ]
Some of the 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.

[Car Alarm Chirps]

[Knocking]

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?
- Shh. 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.

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, what--
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.

[Knocks On Wood]

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 of the world...
and her.

[Sighing]

She's gone.

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

Hey, hey, come on.
Try and relax. Come on.

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

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 of the 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.

So how--

How can I heal?

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

[Thinking]
"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.

- [Object Buzzes]
- 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.

[ Indistinct Screeching ]

[ Muffled Shout ]

[Thinking] Awake.
[ Car Horn Honks ]

Where am I?

Motel room.

[Groans]

Some anonymous motel room.

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

Nothing except the Gideon Bi--Bible.

- [ Knocking At Door]
- Lenny! Open up!

[ Muffled Grunting ]
Just a minute.

Open the door.
[ Continues Knocking ]

Lenny!

Open the door!

Come on!

Hi, Teddy.

Finished playing with yourself, Lenny?
[ Door Closes ]

[Groans]
[ Muffled Grunting Continues ]

[Sighs]

Oh, I get it.
Amorous neighbors.

- What are you doing here?
- [Laughs]

You called me.
You said you needed my help.

You know, I've had
more rewarding friendships than this one.

Although I do get to keep
telling the same jokes.

[ Muffled Grunting Continues ]
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.
- And who did this to you?

- What?
- Who did this to you?

You did.

Look, I'm not gonna help you kill that guy.

No, just let me think for a minute.

[ Muffled Grunting Continues ]

-Okay, Natalie.
- Who's Natalie?

- Natalie who?
- Why?

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

- All right, all right, all right, all right.

He's gotta have a car, right?

So we take him down to his car, we tell him
to get out of town 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!

You don't know.

Yes, I do.
This is not my room.

- It must be his room. Great! Let's go.
- No, 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 I.D. 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.

All right, get in.
I'm gonna ride with him. You follow us.

Give me your keys.

Take your own car.

[ Engine Starts ]

[ Tires Squealing ]

- 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?

[Sighs]

So what do you do now?

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

[Knocking]

Natalie, right?
Who the fuck is Dodd?

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.
- Listen. I have an idea.

Sammy, I have an idea
I want you to do for me.

Just that his problem
was mental, not physical.

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

You're gonna have a pad in your pocket.
She couldn't understand.

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

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

I mean, 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! [Crying]
- 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 of doubt...
just like he gave it to the doctors.

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

[Thinking]
Hmm, I don't feel drunk.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Clattering ]

[ Urinating ]

[ Toilet Flushing ]

[Both Grunting]

[ Woman Knocking ] Hello? Housekeeping.
- Oh, shit.

- Not right now.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

Okay.

[Thinking]
"Dodd. Put him onto Teddy...

or just get rid of him for Natalie."

Dodd.

Get rid of him.

Ask Natalie.

Teddy, Teddy.

[Dial Tone]

[Line Ringing]

[Teddy's Voice On Machine] 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.

Oh, this is Leonard.
Thanks. Bye.

Whew. Fuck.

[Sighing]

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.

Uh, well, then call me--
call me back?

[ Car Alarm Blaring ]

[Thinking]
Okay, so what am I doing?

Oh, I'm chasing this guy.

No. He's chasing me.

[ Alarm Continues Blaring ]

[ Alarm Chirps, Stops ]

[Engine Starts]

[ Tires Screeching ]

[Groaning]
Fuck.

[Thinking]
"Dodd. White guy.

Mountcrest Inn on Fifth Street."

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

[ Man On Television ]
$9995, $98 a month.

A '97 Toyota RAV-4,
$11,995, $110 a month.

- Oh, fuck.
- A '96 Dodge Caravan, $8995, $95 a month.

- Sorry.
- A '97--

[Thinking]
I need a weapon.

This will do.

Hmm, I don't feel drunk.

[ Car Alarm Chirps ]

[Horn Honking]

[Thinking]
Do I know this guy?

- [ Honking Continues ]
- 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?

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

I wouldn't be too hard on yourself.

[Thinking]
Okay, so what am I doing?

[ Phone Ringing ]
Who is this?

[Car Alarm Chirps]

[ Car Alarm Chirps ]

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.
- Look, don't be a prick.

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

Just let me read, please.

[Thinking]
Probably tried this before.

Probably burned truckloads
of your stuff.

Can't remember to forget you.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

Well, 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?

Now, 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 insurance job.

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 stuff they found in the car
just fit in with what they believed had happened,

so they didn't chase any of it up.

[ Door Squeaking, Shuts ]

Honey.

Honey, it's late.

Everything okay?

- [Muffled Cries]
- You okay in there?

Was it good for you?

What? Was I supposed to lock the door?

No.

I'd like you to leave now.

[Car Alarm Chirps]

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.

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.

"Discount Inn."

[Alarm Chirps]

Yeah, okay.

Blonde's fine.

[Chuckles]
Well, that's what they say.

The Discount Inn. 304.

Leonard.

Well, 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.

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, no. Uh, just like you took it off or something.

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

Just--I just mean put them
around the room, you know,

as if they were your--your things.

Whatever gets you off.

[ Door Squeaking, Shuts ]

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 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...

and then she'd stop feeding him
just 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 wanna 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 that 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--

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?

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

Oh, nice shot, Leibovitz.

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

Oh, 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.
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 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? 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 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.

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 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.

- 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.

[Thinking]
"Do not trust her."

"Don't believe his lies."

Oh, fuck it.
I need my own place.

[ Keys Jangling ]
[Engine Starts]

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

I'm a claims investigator,
not a doctor.

Yeah, yeah. I guess.

But I've got all sorts
of other considerations.

Legal responsibility,
large financ--

Who is this?
[Receiver Clicks, Dial Tone]

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

Come on. 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 of you.

Because I did what you told me to!
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--
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.

And then he just--
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.

Ah, he'll kill you, Lenny.

My wife used to call me Lenny.

Yeah?

Yeah. I hated it.

Oh, this guy--
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, 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.

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

[Ringing]

[ Ringing Continues ]

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 have it. He thinks I took it.
- Oh. Well, 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?

- Look, I have this condition.
- Yeah, I know all about your 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 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.

Ah, 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?
Well, 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 of the 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.

[Thinking]
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. Come on. Come on.

I gotta find a pen.
Geez! Come on.

Keep focused. Keep focused.

Keep--Keep it in mind.

Come on. Find a pen.
Write this note. Write down what happened.

Write it down. Write it down. Come on.
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.

[ Knocking At Door]
[ Man ] Hello?

It's Burt, from the front desk.
[ Knocking ]

- Yeah?
- Uh, 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. And, uh,

he says you're really gonna wanna know
what he has to say, so--

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

Well, what--

You can, um--
You can crash on the couch.

It's comfortable.
Just have a seat.

Thanks.

- So how long do you think it's gonna take you?
- Hmm?

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

Oh, well, 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 of that information,

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

- Well, 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.
- [ Glass Shatters ]

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

[ Clattering ]

[ Muffled Cries ]

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 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.

See, 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.

Oh. Well, thanks.

I have to go back to work.

So, um, just make
yourself at home.

You can watch TV
or you can have some food,

whatever you want, okay?

- Make yourself at home.
- One thing.

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

"Natalie."

[ TV Playing ]

[ Door Opens ]

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

[ Phone Ringing ]

[Ringing Continues]

[Ringing]

- On the house.
- Thanks.

[ Laughing ]

My, you really do have a problem.

- Just like that cop said.
- Hmm?

- 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, um,
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.
- Well, 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.

- Oh, 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.

Well, 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.

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.

Your pocket.

[ Clearing Throat ]

Bar bet...
Care to contribute?

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

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

[ Hawking ]

Thank you.

- On the house.
- Thanks.

[ Man Laughing ]

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 ten minutes later.

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

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

Well, she came to see me at my office.

I thought she was just
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.

[Sighs]

Sammy.
It's time for my shot.

Hmm.

- 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.

[Sammy] Oh!

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.

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?

[Tires Screeching]

- 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?

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

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

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

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

- Wait out there.
- Oh, for Christ--

Look, give me a minute.
I gotta get something for you.

Fact six:
Car license SG137IU.

Look. Wait a minute, will ya?

- All right, we gotta get you out of here.
- Why?

Aw, 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.

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
that checked you into the Discount Inn.

He's been calling you for days,
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 laughing at you.
- 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 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 of town.
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.

[Thinking]
"Come by after. Natalie."

"Ferdy's Bar."

[Knocking On Window]
Hey, Jimmy.

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

Sorry.

That's okay.

So this Jimmy Grants deals drugs
out of the 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.

- Hey, smile.
- Oh, you know, uh-- Not here.

Over here.

- Now, 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.

[ Vehicle Approaching ]

[ Man ]
Teddy!

Hey, Teddy!

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.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, wait, wait.
Did he tell you what I was bringing?

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

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

Just 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.

[Thinking] He said "Sammy."
How does he know about Sammy?

Oh, fuck.

[Thinking]
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.

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

What the hell were you guys
doing down here?

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

Well, 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 two-hundred grand for?
- What?

- What was it for?
- A load of amphetamines 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 of the 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 yourself
over 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?

Well, 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.

Well, 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.

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.

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.

- 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 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.

Do you know how many--
how many towns?

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

I mean, 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, 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.

Come on. What are you doing?
You know what time it is?

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

Fuck.

[Thinking]
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! 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!

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--
Will you help me find the keys?

Help me find my keys.

Lenny!

Lenny!

[Thinking] 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?

♪♪ [ Rock ]

♪ We lay in each other's arms ♪

♪ But the room
is just an empty space ♪

♪ I guess we lived it out ♪

♪ Something in the air ♪

♪ We smile too fast then can't
think of a thing to say ♪

♪ Lived with the best times ♪

♪ Left with the worst ♪

♪ I've danced with you too long ♪

♪ Nothing left to save ♪

♪ There's something in the air ♪

♪ Something in my eye ♪

♪ I've danced with you too long, yeah ♪

♪ Something in the air ♪

♪ Something in my eye ♪

♪ Abracadoo ♪

♪ I lose you ♪

♪ We can't avoid the clash ♪

♪ The big mistake ♪

♪ Now we're gonna pay and pay ♪

♪ I guess you know I never
wanted anyone more than you ♪

♪ Lived all our best times ♪

♪ Left with the worst ♪

♪ I've danced with you too long ♪

♪ Say what you will ♪

♪ But there's something in the air ♪

♪ Something in my eye ♪

♪ I've danced with you too long ♪

♪ There's something I have to say ♪

♪ There's something in the air ♪

♪ Danced with you too long ♪♪