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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.

So she found a way to test him.

Sammy. It’s time for my shot.

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

Sammy.

It’s time for my shot.

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?