I killed him, Edwardes.
I've no memory, it's like looking in
a mirror and just seeing the mirror.

And yet the image is there,
I know it's there.

I exist, I'm there.
How can a man lose his memory
and name, and still talk like this?

As if he were quite sane.
-Are you afraid of me?

You're ill, loss of memory
is not a difficult problem.

Yes, I know. Amnesia...
a trick of the mind
for remaining sane.

You remain sane by forgetting
something too horrible to remember.

You put the horrible thing
behind a closed door.

-We have to open that door.
-I know what's behind it...


that's a delusion you've acquired
out of illness...

Will you answer me truthfully
and trust me?

I trust you but I can't
think, I don't know who I am.

I don't know, I don't know.
Who telephoned you yesterday?
-Telephoned me?
-Yes, in the office.

Yes, I remember.
What did she say?
She said she was
my office assistant...

She was worried about me,
hadn't heard...

So she was Dr. Edwardes
assistant and hadn't heard from him.

What else did she say?
That she didn't recognise my voice,
that I wasn't Dr. Edwardes.

-So you hung up in anger?
-I was confused...

-my head ached.
-Was that your first doubt?

-First doubt?
-The first time you became confused?

Did anything else
happen before that?

Yes, when I was in the hotel,
packing to come here...

I found a cigarette case in my coat.
It frightened me,
I didn't know why. Here.