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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.