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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 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.

I’m sorry I don’t remember you. It’s nothing personal.

I do have information for you.

You gave me a license plate number.

Had my friend at DMV trace it.

Guess what name came up.

John Edward 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’t just recite the words.

Close your eyes, and remember her.