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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 for you?

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.”