Rememory (2017) Script

On the house.

Welcome back, Dash! Hiya, Sam.

Hey, uh, we've got a real, live rock star in the house!

Where?

Hey...

Thanks, Freddie! Cheers! Cheers.

You must be happy to have this fool back.

Mm! You have no idea, Freddie.

You know, at a certain point, I need new stories to continue living vicariously through him.

Oh... Hello. Hello.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Every day a new city, new ladies, but that gets tiring.

Tiring? So tiring. This poor guy!

Okay. Okay, you're right. It's awesome.

I hate you.

But know what I want more than anything?

What?

To dig up worms... Oh, man!

...and go fishing with my brother like when we were kids!

I'm going fishing with my brother!

Okay.

Another round, Freddie!

Whew. Whoo!

Oh, man, those drums. This one's for you!

We're in... Just look at all the people. Sing, go. Go.

# You have to do it running #

# But you do everything that they ask you to #

# 'Cause you don't mind seeing yourself in a picture #

# As long as you look far away #

# As long as you look removed... #

This is the part I know. This is the part I know!

# Showered and blue-blazered... # Now you got it!

# Fill yourself with quarters... # What does that mean?

I don't know. # Showered and blue-blazered #

# You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends #

# When you pass them at night #

# Under the silvery, silvery Citibank lights #

# Arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing over #

# Under # # Under #

Under?

Over, over! No, it doesn't mean that.

# Another un-innocent, elegant fall #

# Into the un-magnificent lives of adults #

# Showered and blue-blazered #

# Fill yourself with quarters #


Dash...

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

You're pinned.

What are you... What are you...

What are you saying, Dash?

I... I can't understand what you're saying.

Somebody help me!

Please!

Help me!


Good morning.

Why don't I put you up here.

That's a good view.

There you go.


Memory is the ultimate definer of our lives.

For what are our lives, but a collection of memories... memories of events, experiences, emotions... all stamped onto our nervous systems... all leading to here and now... making us each the person we are today.

Without them, the present would be void of context.

And complete.


Now, I want you to close your eyes and think of a memory you associate with your youth.

Happy birthday!

Just let it come, unfiltered.

Now think of a memory that makes you happy.

Now consider the most painful memory of your life.

Now open your eyes.

The moments of your lives... that make a life... that define you.

We tend to think of memories as these filed-away facts stored safely in the brain, when in actuality, everything that's happened to you since the event you remember has altered the memory of that event... providing a new filter through which you experience it, a filter that changes, and forgets, and exaggerates, and combines, and morphs.

But the pure experience does still exist within you, for your brain has the ability to remember every event that's ever happened to you... down to the greatest of detail.

The problem is you have no way of recalling it... no way to clear the filters of time and get back to the truth.

Until now.

The Rememory machine allows people to experience the truth of their lives.

What you're seeing before you are actual extracted memories from our test group.


Mom! Mom!

Good morning, birthday boy.

Please.

Quite simply, this device allows people to experience the real event again by extracting and transcribing the actual memory from their brain... and displaying it before them, providing the opportunity to understand and, more importantly, cope with their past.

Pure, uncluttered, unfiltered truth.

Thank you very much for coming.

Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!

You tapped into the personal, Gordon, and that is how you change the world.

We need more time. But why?

You've done what you set out to do.

After what Neil just disclosed minutes before I had to go out there!

He shouldn't have put such a concern before you.

I have a right to know!

It in no way changes the science.

Then why did you keep it from me?

I wish you'd see that I was protecting you.

I'll tie up all the loose ends.

All the research indicates the machine is safe.

I want more time.

Those patients are my responsibility.

Look, Gordon, you are a brilliant man.

You've developed something extraordinary, something that will rival the world's greatest inventions.

It will perfect the legal system, cure Alzheimer's, but more importantly, it'll help people heal.

Focus on the good it'll bring.

Be proud.

That prototype is our future.

Hi, thank you. Thank you for coming.

Thank you for coming.

Gordon? Not here, Wendy.

I want them back.

They're not here.

They're locked away at my house.

Well, get them.

Gordon, you have no right...

Ahem.

...to project my past in front of people I don't even know.

You knew exactly what this entailed, and you know they're needed to verify the research.

I didn't know what you'd find.

And that you'd use them to manipulate me...

You know that's not what happened.

What happened, Gordon?

What happened?

Gordon, please, just tell me.

Wendy... I'm sorry.


Here she comes. Here she comes.

Let's take a picture.

Is it picture time?

Get... Get ready! Okay!

This is gotta be good, don't mess it up.

Make sure you frame us! Get together!

Okay, we're together. Don't forget to smile.

Say cheese!

Cheese!

Daddy, come on! Let's go build a sandcastle!

I can't think of a time in my life when I've been happier.

Me neither.

Everything is in its right place.

Gordon. Gordon.

Gordon!

Todd, what are you doing here?

We should talk. Uhh...

This isn't entirely appropriate. What can I do for you?

You brought things back... To help you work through them.

Things that should've stayed buried in the past.

It's a process, Todd.

It can be difficult. I've explained that.

You fucked up my head! No. No, I didn't, Todd.

You came to me hurt and injured. We're moving forward...

No. No, you...

You came to me.

My life? My life was better before.

You ruined my life, and now you're gonna make a bunch of money?

Todd. Todd, listen to me.

Jesus, Todd!


I can't think of a time in my life when I've been happier.

Me neither.

Everything in its right place.


No bullet wounds.

Yes, but those are bullet holes, aren't they?

Mm-hmm.

Well, they weren't there yesterday.

Any recent arguments, disagreements between Mr. Dunn and anyone here at the company?

No, no. None that I'm aware of.

Gonna need to see the security footage, names of all the people with access to this building.

Yes, of course.

Come on, that's a good girl.

Carolyn.

Gordon Dunn was not only a profoundly brilliant man, but a profoundly good man, a rare combination in my experience, and one that made him an extraordinary person to be around.

I count myself lucky...

I count myself fortunate...

for every moment I was able to spend in his company.

This is a terrible loss.

He was a true pioneer, and his work will live on.

We will mourn him deeply at Cortex as we begin to recover from the shock.

This is not just a Cortex loss... this is the world's loss.

Why have the police opened an investigation?

While we have no doubt that he died of natural causes, we simply want to be beyond certain that nothing unscrupulous took place, given the unfortunate timing.

But rest assured, it will not delay or alter the production of the machine.

Thank you.

Neil, what do you have?

Well, you're not gonna like it. Surprise me.

Well, as you know, the final stages of the Rememory machine were completed almost entirely by Gordon himself, the essential steps.

Yes, but he must've left behind extensive notes, plans...

You know how secretive and protective he was.

That's why he demanded using actual glass for the memories instead of storing them on a closed cloud server.

We're in his network, but all his data is encrypted, and sophisticatedly so.

I mean, it's actually quite brilliant...

Are you telling me that we can't reverse engineer the product that we engineered?

Not without Gordon's prototype, at least not for some time.

Define "some time."

A year? Optimistically.

Well. Well, it can't just be lost.

Let us know if there's anything we can do.

Thank you. Bye.


I'm testing you.

I don't think you remember. The sea lion.

Yes, yes!

Weeks after we showed them, we showed them numbers and symbols on the cards, and then weeks after, they could correctly identify the matching cards.

That's amazing. Their brains are a quarter the size of ours.

Mm. So that alone is advanced cognitive function, but you know what was really incredible?

Hmm, what?

They could remember the whole thing ten years later.

People can't even do that.

Some people in particular!

Hi. Hello.

Hi. Um. Sorry.

I'm James Klinch. I'm here for the reception.

Yes, I'm sorry, I sent everyone away.

I just, I couldn't take any more mindless platitudes. I'm sorry.

Thanks for coming.

Time heals all wounds.

Uh... that's a really bad joke.

The platitudes...

It's quite cheeky under the circumstances, yeah.

I know you want to be alone, but I just wanted to say how truly sorry I am. Truly.

Thank you.

How did you know Gordon?

He saved my life.

Now, that's a story I'd like to hear.

Thank you.

You can help me clean up.

We happened to be staying at the same hotel one night.

He was there for a conference, and I was there... because my life hadn't worked out, not the way I imagined, and I was in a bad place.

And the hotel was a very tall building.

There was a terrible storm that night, but it was strangely warm.

It felt like a hurricane was coming.

I couldn't sleep, so I went down to the hotel bar.

It was a typical hotel bar, which is to say it's really the only thing I can remember about it.

But Gordon was sitting there, having a nightcap.

He seemed lost in thought.

I was... drowning in mine.

After a few moments, he turns to me and he says, "This night can go one of two ways.

Either we can sit here drinking alone with our thoughts, or we can make something out of it."

He smiled and ordered a bottle of whiskey.

This whiskey.

And we talked about everything under the sun.

I mean everything.

Our whole life story.

I told him things I had never told anyone before.

I don't know, maybe it was the storm or the booze, or... something, it just felt like the last night of the world.

We had so much to drink that we go up to the roof with the idea that we'll make it until the sun comes up, and we go out there in the middle of this storm.

I mean, the wind is blowing hard.

I remember thinking just how powerful wind could actually be.

Against the storm, my problems, they seemed so trivial.

We tried to get back inside, but the door was locked, so we were stuck out there all night.

I woke up the next morning and somehow I knew I'd be okay, that I'd live.

Surviving that storm, it saved me.

If Gordon could still love life after everything he'd been through, how could I not?

He never told me that story.

I've never told anyone that story.

We stayed in touch a few times... but really our friendship was meant for one night.

I'm a little bit jealous.

It makes me feel like I didn't know him anymore... not since our daughter...

I guess maybe I didn't for a long time.

You can convince yourself that you do, but then a complete stranger shows up, tells you a story...

...then you realize, God, I didn't even scratch the surface.

Yeah, I see, I'm sorry. I didn't...

No, I'm... I'm really glad that you did.

Do you remember the last conversation you had?

Mm, I wish I didn't.

I lost my brother.

Long time ago.

I'm sorry.

I was there when he died.

He said something to me, but I can't remember what he said.

I can remember every detail of that night, except the last words he said to me.

It's funny how important the details become.

I haven't even been able to go into Gordon's office yet.

Everyone wants to get their hands on his papers and his journals, and, frankly, it just seems easier to just shut the world out.

And all everyone wants to talk about is his work, as if that's the most important thing.

It's not about his family or his life or memories that he created, and it feels like they don't really care about him.

I mean, he was found dead in his office with gunshots in the walls, and it's...

Gunshots?

Yeah, there's an investigation.

I thought it was an aneurysm. The papers said...

His office was ransacked, and, God knows, it's confusing.

Do they know who could've done that?

He was working with a lot of troubled people.

I know that he was having difficulties with some of the participants of the research study.

Have they found anything yet?

I think we just had the funeral for the only person at Cortex that could find anything.

You think they're hiding something?

There's a part of me that just thinks I just...

I'm never gonna know the real truth, and I didn't get to say goodbye.

I just... sorry.

I wish that I could've been with him.

Oh, God.

Sorry, guh...

It's okay.

So stupid, I...

I, no...

I completely lost it this morning because I was trying to get the coffee machine to work, and I couldn't... and Gordon, he just, he made the best coffee.

You know, if I don't have coffee in the morning, I will cry like a baby.

I cry at everything, I do. Won't stop crying.

Oh...

James, would you mind awfully telling me the story again?

Oh, uh, sure.

Cheers.

It was a dark and stormy night...

Thank you, James.

That was unexpected.

I hope you'll visit again.

I'm happy to.

Bye.


Pure, unfiltered truth.


With the technology of the Rememory machine, a pure memory is recorded onto a memory glass... objectively copied from the brain and able to be displayed before the patient and anyone else.

By re-experiencing the memory, a catharsis is created for the patient that would be impossible to achieve by simply recalling, a sort of theater of memory, in which the patient becomes audience to the truth of their lives.

In the recording of a memory, the role of the psychologist or therapist is crucial.

The patient must be guided to the memory to be recorded to activate that part of the brain, even if it cannot be remembered consciously.

The machine has the potential not only to access, but also to alter the brain's synaptic pathways, so there is the risk that memories can be corrupted, altered, and jumbled.

While it's theoretically possible to constructively reset or delete selected memories, at this time the risks are unknown.


Happy birth...

Sam, honey, come on!

Help me!


Ah, it's good to be home, brother. Ah, good to have you back, brother.

Yeah!

I'm driving.

No, no, no, no, this is my sweet ride.

Yeah, and I'm driving your sweet ride.

Okay. You're driving me...


Other than the routine security officers, janitors, and maintenance crew, only three people came into Cortex after 11 p.m. using limited-access swipe cards.

However, none of them appear with the device on any of our cameras.

These two we've identified as participants in Gordon's trial group, and that... that's Neil.

Why would Gordon be meeting trial group members here so late?

Rather out of the ordinary. That I don't know.

But they arrived within minutes of one another, so it could be a scheduled meeting.

Question all staff and crew members working that night, and then visit all trial group members.

But be smart about it.

We can't let it get out that we don't have the machine.

Uh, there's one other thing.

This guy. He never came in, but he sat in the parking lot for nearly 25 minutes.

Who is he? We don't know yet.

Find out.

I need to find out what happened to you, Gordon.

It's the least I can do.

Maybe I can't see your memories, but I can see the memories of those near you when you died.


You like staying at Grandma and Grandpa's?

It's okay.

They love having you.

You're lucky that you have grandparents and you're able to see them.

There's lots of kids wish they still had grandparents.

But I want to stay with you.

Mom.

No.

Mama!

Okay, Gordon, let's meet your group.

Stay with me, come on!

I want to help you get back to the truth of that event.

Go!

Can you tell me a memory that fills you with self-hate?

When you keep this secret, do you feel shame?

Mom? Mommy!

Good morning, birthday boy. Please!

Does thinking of this always make you so angry?

Do you miss your father?

I can show you your past.

I understand.


It's gonna make his day to see his Cousin Rafferty.

I hope so.

It's been forever since I've seen him.

Charles, look who's here to see you!

These plants, they kept his brain alive.

I swear he remembers all the days of the week they need watering, but none of the other nurses here.

Isn't that right, Charles?

Charles? Cousin Rafferty's here to see you.

I'll leave you to it.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Hugh, is that you?

No... my name is Rafferty.

Charles, do you remember Gordon Dunn?

The doctor?

Do I know you?

You brought it.

Do you want to watch?

Yes, please.

Come on.


Okay, Buster. All right.

My life. That's my life.

Cindy was... was my wife.

I was always true to her.

Charles, who are the other people in the group working with Gordon?

I need to find them.

I remember one, a woman, Allison.

She came here to see me a few times.

Do you remember her last name?

She never told me.

Just one more question, if you can remember.

When you were recording your memories, what did Gordon tell you about going back to a specific moment?

It was all about focus...

Focus?

I thought I told you, you have to let the water drain.

Um, okay. I'll look at it myself.

Thank you, Charles.

Let it drain.

Yeah, sweets.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Dunn.

Good afternoon.

So, we got the results of the toxicology report.

And? Well, there were a few spikes, but nothing that indicate anything unusual.

Well, what about the gunshots?

It's still an ongoing investigation.

We're still running ballistics, and Cortex is cooperating with background checks as well as security footage.

Eh, Lawton came 'round this morning to reassure me.

I think he just wanted to get into Gordon's office.

Was everything all right between you and Gordon?

Mm. Goodbye, Detective.

I'll be in touch.

Allison? She's not here.

Can I help you?

Yes, my name is Basil. I work for Cortex.

She's part of an experiment group for us, and it's my job to check in on the participants from time to time and make sure they're doing well.

You work for Cortex? Yes, ma'am.

And what is your name?

Basil. Basil Pine.

Well, Basil, if that's the case, you are truly shit at your job.

I'm sorry?

Allison is dead.

She killed herself three weeks ago.

You didn't know.

I'm sorry.

Sorry doesn't bring back my sister.

She was too fragile to be part of your idiotic experiment.

Anyone with half an eye could've seen that.

I have her memories.

I know about the difficulties in your past, Allison.

I know the medications aren't working.

I can help.

Happy birthday, Alli-boo!

This may take a while.

It's a process.

It may get worse before it gets better.

That birthday, we surprised her.

That was the last time I saw her truly happy.

Do you think she blamed the machine?

I think it suffocated her in her own past.

What's the point of this, anyway?

Why does the machine exist?

I'm not sure, exactly.

But Gordon Dunn believed that we don't know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory.

Maybe he was... trying to get people to see the value of a moment before it changes or gets lost forever.

Well, that's very nice and flowery, but...

Did anyone from Cortex contact you?

Gordon, or someone from his group?

One phone call from some guy named Robert.

Lawton? That's right.

He offered me a check as long as I didn't talk to anyone.

Did you take it? Of course I took it.

Who couldn't use $50,000?

Anyway, you can't fight these corporations. You never win.

No.

I'm very sorry about your sister.

You know, there was another guy came by, a young guy, kind of strange.

He said he was a researcher from the doctor... Gordon.

What did he want?

To know if Allison really killed herself.

That was all.

He seemed shocked when I said yes.

You remember his name?

Neil Frankel.

The valentine. What's that?

Nothing, just trying to remember the name.

Mm.

Well, that's what he said.

But then again, you said your name was Basil Pine.


# Fill yourself with quarters #

# Showered and blue-blazered #

# Fill yourself with quarters #

Somebody help me!

Please!


Who are you working for?

An interested party. Who are you?

I worked with Gordon. I was a research assistant.

Neil Frankel?

How did you find me?

I remembered your face from the product launch.

I tracked you down.

Pretty good memory. It's photographic.

That's the reason why Gordon wanted me a part of the test group.

He found it curious. What do you want from me?

The machine.

Is it missing?

We need the machine! Who's we?

Cortex! I don't... I don't have it.

But I can help you find it if you help me.

How?

Tell me what led to Allison's suicide.

You're not supposed to know about that.

There are people looking for you...

A man has been murdered.

We got bigger things to worry about.

It was an aneurysm. That's what they say, but if you trusted Lawton, we wouldn't be meeting like this.

Unless this is a set up.

Why did you go see Allison?

I wanted to see if it was true.

About her suicide? But she'd been dead for weeks when you got there.

I didn't know that. Not even Gordon knew...

How could you not know?

Her test phases were over, it...

Lawton didn't want us to know.

He was hiding it.

Yes, could you imagine the headlines if it got out that a patient had killed herself during trials?

That would've been the story.

It would've ended the whole thing.

By the time Gordon found out, he had no choice but to continue with the launch.

But he didn't know everything.

The research, it's flawed.

Lawton manipulated it. Why would they do that?

Because a not so small percentage of people were prone to adverse effects of the machine.

Adverse how?

Explicit and emotional memories getting confused and playing out in reality, over-firing of synapses, hallucinations, time collapse.

Just like Allison.

If Gordon had known, he would've fixed it, I don't have a doubt, but he would've needed time, months, and that's something that Lawton didn't have.

He made certain promises.

There are issues to be figured out, but the machine is incredible.

What it can do for people, it...

Gordon deserves to be remembered as a genius.

I think we're done here.

If you find the machine, you know where I work.

I'm looking for a young woman who was part of the test group.

Well, there were two, and now one of them's dead.


Mom? Mommy?

Please.

I love you.

Gordon.

We've tracked down the group, but none have the machine.

I was saving this...

for Gordon's return.

I'm sure he would've wanted you to enjoy it nonetheless.

Do you have any idea the amount of pressure crushing down on me?

We'll find it.

Yes, you will.

Good morning, birthday boy.

Please.

Does thinking of this always make you so angry?

Wendy, this will help.

So, when you think of it, do you still feel fear?

Mom? Does your heart rate increase?

Mommy!

I understand.


I'll be here if you have any questions.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Exquisite.

Reminds me of a memory.

Yeah? Of what?

My father.

He was a real outdoorsman.

Hunting, fishing, hiking, all of it.

One day, he took my brother and I out for a hunt.

It was rare that he took both of us.

We dug a hole in the mud and waited.

I just wanted to make him proud.

After about an hour, a rabbit popped up.

I grabbed my gun, and he went from a quick hop to a straight drop.

Blood everywhere.

Yeah, kind of wish I could forget that one.

You have something you wish you could forget?

Or someone? Gordon Dunn, maybe?

Who are you?

I'm working for his widow.

I know about you and him.

You think he was killed? I do.

And I know you saw him that night.

I know you stole the machine.

I loved him, and he loved me.

Was it over?

It's not my choice.

Is that why you took the machine?

To get back at him?

While I was working with Gordon one session, he... he saw something.

It was nothing incriminating, it was just this memory from a few years ago with the man I loved.

A private moment.

He had no right to even see it.

So I wanted it back.

lmagine, to have your memories watched by other people, in front of an audience?

It was like my life wasn't my own anymore.

Every memory became clouded with Gordon.

But you didn't get them back.

I tried.

I took the machine from Cortex and I went back to Gordon's house.

I just wanted to get my memories back.

I didn't care about the rest.

But then... Gordon?

Gordon?

Gordon?

I even tried to go back, but everything was gone.

I can't move on from this until I have my memories back.

If you help me find who killed Gordon...

I'll get them back for you.

If you haven't talked to Todd yet, you should.

He was furious.

He was there that night?

Gordon was... he was a brilliant man, and a truly good man.

I still haven't decided if his creation was.

Yeah, neither have I.

Why are you doing this?

Resolution.

It has one button. Off and on.

Med school. Oxford.

Specifically, the woods behind the lab.

Gordon was testing on animals and I was freeing them, and he got worried that someone was busting out the primates, so he came after me.

He found me in the woods feeding sandwiches to Pickles.

Pickles?

Pickles the chimp.

Okay.

It was a whole other time.

Funny how life goes, huh?

Years pass, and slowly you find yourself defined not so much by the things that you do, but the things that you don't do.

I was gonna learn French, write a book, I was gonna have a happy, huge, sprawling family, and one by one, I didn't do those things, or those things didn't happen.

And I am what is left.

I guess, in part, we're all remains of unfulfilled dreams.

After Jane died, Gordon wanted to have another, and I couldn't.

So he threw himself into his work.

I think he really believed that the machine could change the past, and when he realized that he... it didn't... he found himself another woman who didn't remind him of that.

And I still loved him.

I will always love him.

He was brilliant.

And the last thing that I said to him... was "You're an asshole."

And I have to live with that memory and that reality and...

God, it just feels like there's no ending.

I think there will be an end to it.

I believe that.

And if we are, as Gordon said, just the sum of our memories, I'm really glad to have made this one with you.


I can't think of a time in my life when I've been happier.


One left.

TODD


No. No!


Excuse me. Hello.

Pickup? What?

Do you have a pickup?

Uh, no. So, how can I help you?

I wanted to ask you a few questions about Gordon Dunn.

Get out of here.

Okay. Just a few questions... Get out of here.

Just a few quest... Get out!

Hey. Ahem.


Sir. Ahem.

How did you know the combination to the safe?

I've seen your memories, Todd.

What do you want from me?

Did you kill Gordon Dunn?

Put it down. Put it down!

I know he was killed, I know you were fighting, and I know you were at Cortex that night.

I didn't kill him. Put it down!

Just... why were you fighting?

Okay. I'll tell you. I'll tell you.

I'll tell you. Just put it down.

I wanted to kill him.

I really did.

He didn't tell us what the machine would do.

Not at all.

He didn't tell us it would... bring back things that we had buried.

You know, the mind forgets things for a reason.

You didn't listen! You never listened!

And now it's too late.

Take it easy.

Calm down, please. Please.

Take it easy. Calm down.

No, you don't want to...

Please, don't let this escalate.

No, no. No!

When I woke up... in the hospital, I had...

I'd forgotten everything.

And then the machine brought it all back, and it wouldn't stop playing in my mind.

Her getting shot over... and over.

I saw it everywhere.

I couldn't turn it off.

It was my fault.

And then I found out... that Gordon knew about the shooting the whole time.

He chose you because he knew what you'd been through.

He ruined my life, you understand?

I asked him to delete that memory, and he wouldn't do it!

He brought back a memory that my brain had erased for a reason.

So, yeah, I was there in that office that night to kill him.

And this time...

I had my finger on the trigger.

And I couldn't do it.

I knew I couldn't live with it.

Prove it.


...tell my life...

Gordon...

Gordon!

Uh, Todd, what are you doing here?

You fucked up my head!

You came to me injured and hurt.

No. No, you, you came to me.

My life? My life was better before.

Jesus, Todd.

You ruined my life, and now you're gonna make a bunch of money?

That's not why.

You don't give a shit about anyone!

Listen to me.

You know, when I fall, my eyes roll back, blood splattered... blood splattered everywhere...

that's not a memory you want.

It's better than what you've done to me.

Don't do it, Todd.


She lied to me.

Why would Wendy want to set you up?

She blamed me for Gordon breaking it off with her.

Why?

Because when I found out about them, I threatened Gordon with it.

Told them I'd tell his wife if he didn't fix me.

He talked me back, but right after he broke up with her.

I need to see what she saw.

That's not gonna happen.

She's not going back in there.

I'll get her on the machine.

I wouldn't be so sure.

I have what she wants.

Ah, a brand-new tent, going camping up at Frost Lake!

Whoo! It's another five miles to hike, but it gets us past all the tourists.

We'll have it to ourselves. What do you say, brother?

You're not here, Dash.

What are you talking about? Of course I'm here.

We're going camping, man. You're not here.

You're dead.

Dead, what a stupid thing to say.

Of course I'm here. I'm not dead.

What... Where you going, man?

What is this?

What the... What the hell is going on?

I'm right here!

You're dead, Dash, and it's my fault.

That doesn't sound like a brotherly thing to do.

I couldn't let Dad blame me for your death.

It would only prove him right.

I had to ruin your name not to ruin my life!

You did more than ruin my name.

We found him. He came to see the old man.

He matches the description, and the nurses said he was carrying a briefcase.

Same one Gordon used to bring.

Let me take care of it.

Understood.

James? Hi, can I come in?

I need to talk to you.

Are you okay?

James, what's the matter?

I need to tell you something.

I haven't been completely honest with you.

Why do you have that? I took it.

You stole it? That's Gordon's life's work.

I'm trying to figure out what happened to him.

I'm so close!

This machine, it's...

Who is that?

Oh, it's Lawton. Oh, shit.

You can't let him know that I'm here.

You stole the machine. Why wouldn't I?

Because I think I know who killed Gordon, and Lawton has been lying. He lied to you, Carolyn...

...and he lied to Gordon.

Please, Carolyn, you have to believe me.

Robert. I need to talk to you, Carolyn.

Come in.

Can I get you anything?

No. No, I'm fine, thank you.

How can I help?

There seems to be more to Gordon's death.

Hmm, in what way?

When I saw him that night in... in the office, he had the Rememory machine with him, but in the morning, and I was one of the first ones there, it was gone, his office ransacked.

Someone took it.

Are you saying someone killed him for the machine?

It rather would appear so.

Tent's all set up.

Let's start a fire.

Why haven't you told anyone?

We need to keep this quiet.

Word cannot get out that the machine is missing.

You can't just not tell... Carolyn.

I know who did this.

Do you know who this is?

No. His name is Samuel Bloom.

No, he doesn't use it much.

He has the machine, and we believe he's the one responsible for Gordon's death.

If you see him, or he tries to get in contact with you in any way, it's crucial that you let me know immediately.

As you know, the... the police have been useless in this matter...

but Cortex won't be.

Sure. Good.

Carolyn, it's important... that word of this doesn't get out for Gordon's work. Of course.

I know that he and I have had our differences in our approach, but you must know that I believed in him, and I only want his creation to be his legacy.

You want that, don't you?

I would imagine that a man so obsessed with memory would want people to remember him, more than his invention.

Yes, of course.

You know, I would...

I would hate it if I found out that you were lying.

I think you should leave.

Good evening.

Who are you? Carolyn, please.

Tell me, or I'm calling the police.

I'm sorry I lied to you. I had to.

Why? To help.

By stealing the machine? What's your name?

What's your real name?

Samuel Bloom. Did you kill Gordon?

No. Did you even know him?

Did you meet at the hotel?

Was any of that true, the story that you told me?

He told me about Jane.

How he blamed himself, and...

how much he missed her... that she wanted to go to Scotland to see the real castles, and you were planning on taking her.

You were going to surprise her for her tenth birthday.

That he loved you more than anything, and he just...

He couldn't go on without you, but there were times when you reminded him so much of Jane that he just couldn't bear it, that he was working on something revolutionary that would allow him to be with her again.

I need your help, Carolyn.

There was a woman, part of the test group, Wendy Polk.

That's her.

She lied to me.

I know now that she was the last person to see Gordon alive.

We need to get her on this machine.

We need to see what she saw.

I'm gonna need your help to do that.

I want to try it.


You ready? Mm. No.

My beauty.

You have made a commitment to me.

It will free us up.

You have made a commitment to me.

Can I put the star on top of the tree?


Look, Mommy!

Beautiful.


I know you were the last one who saw him.

And I know you killed him. No.

I loved him.

Oh, is that right?

I hated him the day he died, but I was in love with him.

All you were to him was a distraction.

I know more than you think.

I know a part of his life that you don't.

I still believed in him.

I also know memories he had that you don't know about, that he only shared with me.

I know a whole man you didn't.

Wow.

You're quite a confident little shit, aren't you?

But he chose you, so...

We can't even share our stories, and now I am left with nothing.

Well, we're both left with nothing.

I just... I want all this to be over.

I want my memories back.

Well, if you want your memories back...

I'd like you to do something for me.


Gordon? Oh, Jesus Christ!

Gordon? Gordon, wake up!

Please wake up!

Please wake up. Please, please, please wake up.

Wake up.

What have you done? What did you do?

Okay.

Okay. Okay.


Oh...

So he was already dead when you arrived.

I'm so sorry.

These are yours.

Thank you.

You should have this.


It's time.


Ah, it's good to be home, brother.

It's good to have you home, Dash.

No, no, no, no, no. What, I'm driving!

No, no! This is my sweet ride.

Man, I'm driving your sweet ride.

Okay. Okay.

You're driving, ah!

# Showered and blue-blazered... # That's great, though.

# You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends #

# When you pass in the night #

# Under the silvery, silvery Citibank lights #

# Arm in arm and arm and eyes and eyes glazing over #

Under. Under! Over!

Under! Surprise. I don't...

Whatever it was.

# Another un-innocent, elegant fall #

# Into the un-magnificent lives of adults #

Yeah, come on! Come on, rock star! You take it!

# Something to believe in your heart of hearts #

# When you've something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves #

# So you swear you just saw a feathery woman #

# Carry a blindfolded man through the trees #

# Showered and blue-blazered #

# Fill yourself with quarters #

# Showered and blue... #


Come here, Dash. You're pinned!

I'm just gonna turn you...

Come on, Dash!

Shit!

Wait. Hey, hey. Easy.

I can't understand what you're saying.

# Another... another un-innocent, elegant fall #

# Into the un-magnificent lives of adults #

You were just singing the song.


Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Help me!

Somebody help me!

Please!

Oh, my God.

Dash, I got you. Come here.

I'm gonna have to leave you here, man.

Okay? You stay here.


You ruined my life, and now you're gonna make a bunch of money?

Jesus, Todd.

You don't give a shit about anyone!

Todd, listen to me.

The moment I fall, and my eyes roll back, blood splattered everywhere, you'll have to live with that, and it'll be worse than any memory that was brought back for you.

Oh...

It's better... than what you've done to me.

Todd...

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

What have I done?

What have I done?

Oh, God.


Here she comes. Here she comes.

Let's take a picture.

Is it picture time? Get together.

Okay, we're together, we're together.

Say cheese. Cheese!

Perfect.

Let's go build a sandcastle.

Build a sandcastle.

I can't think of a time in my life when I've been happier.

Carolyn.

Me neither.

Everything in its right place.

Right place.

...star on top of the tree?

Cheese!

Oh, my God!

Dad, I love you.

That was a beautiful day, sweetie.

It was a beautiful day, but there were so many days.

There were so many memories.


Mm...

The machine killed him.

When I met Gordon at the hotel...

I knew who he was.

I wanted to apologize, but... there were no words...

just like there are no words right now.

I wanted to tell you everything, but I... I...

I just, I couldn't.

If you watch this, you'll understand who I am... who I really am.

I'm truly sorry, Carolyn.

I'm so sorry.

Goodbye.

Sam...

Sam, James, Rafferty...

Whoever you really are, thank you.


We define our lives by our memories.

Who we are on a particular day is the result of memories from every day before.

But memories are elastic, malleable, often mercurial things.

I think of my own life, the sum of my memories.

Like any man, I've done many things that I feel guilt for.

I feel pain from so many things...

for the damndest of things.

Memories of true happiness are what make life worth living, but they're so often lost in the sea of bad ones.

We are nothing more than the memories we keep...

memories of overwhelming joy...

profound sadness...

gratitude...

pride...

grief...

despair...

remorse...

passion...

regret...

Regret.

Regret.

But the strongest memories we carry with us are ones of love.

Afternoon, Oliver.

Afternoon.

It's Sam.

My name is Sam.

Well, then, afternoon, Sam.


And finally, hope.


Now, I want you to think of a memory, first thing that comes to mind.

Go ahead, close your eyes.


# I could walk out #

# But I won't #

# In my mind I am #

# In your arms #

# I wish someone #

# Would take my place #

# Can't face heaven or the hell I face #

# No one's cared for all the time #

# If you lose me I'm gonna die #

# How completely #

# High was I #

# I was off by a thousand miles #

# Hit the ceiling #

# Then you fall #

# Things are tougher than we are #

# I could walk out #

# But I won't #

# In my mind I'm in your arms #

# I wish someone #

# Would take my place #

# Can't face heaven or heaven face #

# Let's go wait out in the fields #

# With the ones we love #

# Let's go wait out in fields #

# With the ones we love #

# Let's go wait out in fields #

# With the ones we love #

# Let's go wait out in fields #

# With the ones we love #

# She's a griever #

# Not a believer #

# It's not a fever #

# It's a freezer #

# I believe her #

# And I'm a griever now #

# She's a griever #

# Not a believer #

# It's not a fever #

# It's a freezer #

# I believe her #

# And I'm a griever now #

# Become the man on the right #

# And heaven-like #

# We'll all arrive #