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You have it tattooed on your thigh.
I need a weapon.
Yeah.
Ask the police. Eyewitness testimony is unreliable.
I gave you a reason to live, and you were more than happy to help.
I thought so too. In fact, I was sure of it, but you didn't!
like I told you before.
Let me get you another one.
Get rid of him. Ask Natalie.
I'll be fine.
Shit. That's true. It fits.
"First name: John."
Leonard, always get a receipt.
Let me put it this way. Were you wearing designer suits when you sold insurance?
But I've got all sorts of other considerations.
- Hey, Lenny, how you doing? - It's private back here.
and as long as he kept his mind on what he was doing.
and turned you into a fucking retard!
Sammy wrote himself endless amounts of notes, but he got mixed up.
Keep focused. Keep focused.
not by memory, but by instinct.
Natalie, right? Who the fuck is Dodd?
It's been fun, Lenny.
She doesn't know anything about your investigation, okay, Einstein?
Hey.
How am I supposed to heal if I can't... feel time?
She went into a coma and never recovered.
He killed my wife. He took away my fucking memory.
Nice shot, Leibovitz.
There's nothing wrong with that. We all do it.
Don't write Gammell, just Teddy.
Excuse me, sir. You left these at your table.
Wait. Did he tell you what I was bringing?
I'm a claims investigator, not a doctor.
Then she'd stop feeding him to see if his hunger...
But every time I see him...
No, he's chasing me.
He writes messages on the back of these.
The bits and pieces you never bothered to put into words.
I can read people, and I'm thinking: Bad actor.
That's who you were. You do not know who you are...
"Ferdy's Bar."
What? Was I supposed to lock the door?
Had my friend at DMV trace it.
You know, I can remember so much.
No, not as long as you remember to pay the bill.
I was asleep.
always with the same objects carrying the electrical charge.
You'll wanna make a note. You can't trust her.
Yeah. Okay.
When she offers to help, it'll be for her own reasons.
- Ouch. Cut it out. - She wasn't diabetic.
That's who you were. That's not what you've become.
Fuck, Leonard. Dodd. Dodd beat the shit out of me.
You did.
My wife.
Something woke me up.
Because I did what you told me to do! Go in and reason with him!
I lie here not knowing how long I've been alone.
Cocksucker.
- I'm meeting someone called Natalie. - That's me.
I can't blame the cops for not taking me seriously.
Just a minute.
A gun. Why would I have a gun?
Me? Yeah, I got a reason.
- I'm Mr. Shelby from 304. - What can I do for you, Leonard?
Natalie.
This is the wrong room. You're in 304 now.
- How do I know he did that to your face? - Because I came straight to you after he did it.
It's Leonard...
Must be tough living your life according to a couple ofscraps of paper.
and you won't remember.
She just needed to understand his problem.
It's not easy for me to relax, you know?
You kind of learn to trust your own handwriting.
Who is this?
Just two, so far.
You think I don't know my own wife? What the fuck is wrong with you?
Yeah. Come on.