Puzzle (L'uomo senza memoria)

Look Peter, I told you.

Trying to force your memory hour after hour

for weeks on end isn't going to get you anywhere.

- I can't just sit around waiting for it to happen.

Everyone that I meet, everywhere I go,

every shop, every street, I wonder, do I know this place?

I think, could this man know who I am?

You mustn't ask yourself

these questions, forget about them.

I can't forget them.

It's like eight months ago I was born in that clinic,

the one where I woke up.

It's depressing.

- The human mind is a mysterious organ, Peter

and you've got to relax it, don't torture it.

You shouldn't try to force it into revealing

the past to you and in a few months or so,

you'll get total recall again.

Sure, easier said than done.

I get up every morning and I go to work

and I eat and I sleep but who am I, doc?

Who, who, who?

The man who had a bad car accident?

There must be something else.

Don't I have at least a few friends, a family, somebody?

Of course you have, Peter.

Hi, doc.

Ted.

- Am I supposed to know this man, Doctor?

Well you should, yes.

How do you do?

Well it's me, Philip.

Don't you remember me?

- Before we talk of other things, who the hell am I?

I'll tell you who you are.

You're a dirty son of a double-crosser.

A two-bit con artist who thinks

he can pretend that he's lost his memory.

Well I'll get it back for you.

No, hold it, hold on.

Ah.

Got it back already, have you?

No.

You may not believe me but it's the truth.

Look, tell me everything from the beginning, it might help.

- I don't believe you but we'll do it your way.

You say my name is Ted

but I've got a passport that says my name is Peter Smith.

- So you even had yourself a passport forged, did you?

Where were you planning to go?

- Philip, I woke up over eight months ago in a clinic

and before that, before that, the past is a mystery.

All right, buddy.

Your name is Ted Walden and you were born 30 years ago

here in jolly old England at Brockhurst in Kent.

You lived here on the continent and in New York.

You got married two years ago to an American.

Married?

You sure about that?

Yeah.

Where's my wife then?

- In Portofino, Italy, where you left her.

Now then buddy boy, you tell me where the-

Coming.

- Telegram for you, sir. - Thank you.

What the bloody hell's going on?

So I've got a wife called Sara

and a dead man on my hands, Jesus.

Mr. Smith.

There's a letter for you, sir.

- Thank you. - Pleasure, sir.

Hey Sara, I won!

Did you see? I won the race!

- I'm the winner. - No, you're not.

I saw what you did, you should be ashamed.

You were disqualified. - But he should have done

the breast stroke and he was doing the crawl.

- That does not justify pushing him under the way you did.

It's disgraceful.

- Well, he should have done the breast stroke.

Two wrongs don't make a right.

He did it wrong.

- It doesn't make any difference,

now, go and get changed.

- You do not order me around, I'm not your son.

In fact, I am your fiance.

Wait for me outside and I'll take you home

and next time, make sure everyone does the breast stroke.

You watch, today he won't come.

What do you bet he will come?

Cinque.

Quattro.

Tre.

Due.

Uno.

Sorry, late again.

- We could have done all right without you.

- Don't start that business again.

- Climb aboard, Portofino next stop.

Thanks.

Did you have a lot of work today?

- Not really. - Liar.

Bone crunchers only work

in winter when there are skiers around.

Wish you were right, Othello.

Luca, Luca!

I've already told you, you mustn't call me Othello.

You always do, I am sick of it!

- He's only joking darling, now get in the car.

- No, I'll take a bus, I prefer it.

Hey come on, get in.

Hurry up or you'll get left behind.

You know Luca, I appreciate you

letting me give your girl a ride home.

- She's not my girl but she's not yours either.

Oh Luca, you little rascal.

Around the rugged rug-

The ragged rascal ran.

- So one has to be rude to get a kiss from you, Sara, huh?

- No, you have to be 10 years old.

How about a song, Luca?

- Thank you for the ride home, sir.

You really are an angel.

So have I earned a drink?

Angels are incorrigible drunks, you know.

You meant teetotalee.

- The word is teetotaler, professor.

See you tomorrow, Luca.

I know when I'm not wanted.

- I think you'd better gone home too.

Why?

- Well, I've got some things to do around the house.

I've heard that one before.

All right, tomorrow at 10:00 but don't be late.

I have some bone crunching to do, as your fiance calls it.

At 10:00 then.

You're not jealous of Luca, I hope.

Do I have the right?

- Ciao, Reinhardt. - Ciao, Sara.

Sara,

if you're afraid to be alone in the house,

I could stay with you for awhile.

No, I'll be all right, thanks.

You live nextdoor,

so I can scream for help through the window if I need it.

Goodnight, Luca.

Nana.

Nana.

- Luca, go and wash, we'll be eating in a minute.

Whiskey.

Oh, sorry baby.

I forgot all about you.

And you wanna go out, hmm?

Come on then.

Five minutes in the garden.

There you go, I'll leave the door open.

Whiskey.

I left the door open for you.

Well, I thought I did.

Come on then.

Whiskey, what are you doing under there?

What's wrong, huh?

You're behaving very badly tonight.

You've had supper.

What is it, you want a drink, hmm?

All right.

We'll go get a drink, hmm?

Whiskey?

- Did you check all the house, Senora?

Yes.

- Nothing's missing, not a thing.

It's all just thrown around, nothing was taken.

Like a month ago.

It seems to me somebody

just likes to mess up your house for you.

- The only difference is I wasn't in last time.

- But you admit, you left the door open, Senora.

Right, but I do that often.

- The strange thing about it, he's obviously not a thief.

- So what do you call someone who sneaks in, attacks me,

kicks the dog and destroys the house, a gentlemen?

No, not at all, my dear.

I'll have the house watched for awhile.

- Vittorio, when you finish, put the saw on the cupboard.

Don't leave it on the table.

Very good, Senora.

Oh dear, sorry.

Excuse me.

- Buongiorno. - Buongiorno.

Good morning.

- Ciao. - How are you?

- Fine, only I sure I hate this weather.

I've never known such a rainy May.

Would you like a coffee?

Love one.

- How about seeing a film tonight?

- That's a good idea, what's showing?

- I don't know, we can find something.

We can go to Genoa if necessary.

All right.