Broken Flowers

Did you ever meet Don Juan?

Never. Not once!

Then why are you in mourning?

Because I've never met him.

It's amazing. I had no idea

my own funeral could be so delightful.

It certainly brought your career

to a happy end.

End?

Leave off while they still

think of you as you were.

All these wrinkles,

these lines, these gray hairs.

You'd spoil any party,

even a funeral.

No, no, no, my friend.

This is a great sight.

Women and women and women.

The eternal hunger

of women for love.

I pretty much

have all my stuff.

Looks like you got a love letter

from one of your other girlfriends.

I don't have

any other girlfriend, Sherry.

Come on!

All right. I get it.

No, you don't.

But it's okay.

That's the way you are.

You're never going to change.

I just don't think

I want to be with an-

an over-the-hill Don Juan

anymore.

What do you want, Sherry?

What do you want, Don?

I mean, I'm like your mistress,

except you're not even married.

L-Look at your friend Winston

next door.

It looks like

they're having a great time.

Don't you ever want

to have a family?

Well, is that what you want?

I don't know what I want,

but I just want to figure it out

by myself.

By yourself.

Yeah.

Maybe I'll call you sometime.

Sherry?

What are you but a female?

Same as you!

Nobody asked you.

He never kissed you.

It was an impudent lie!

Yes, it was a lie.

Don Juan told me so himself.

It was only publicity.

He did not!

Don't you-

And who are you to give orders here?

Who am I?

Don Juan said I was the girl

whose kiss he'd been seeking

on a thousand women's lips!

I was the only one. He'd never love

anybody else in his life!

Ha! He loved you so much that he went

straight from you to another woman.

He loved me!

And loathed young women like you.

Cat!

Cow!

Snake!

Pig!

Goat!

Weasel!

Worm!

No, no, no, no!

Yeah?

Hey, Winston.

You at work?

It's Saturday. Of course. Yeah.

No, I just got up.

What, you can't access the site?

Yeah. All right. I'll be right over.

Yes. Coffee would be good.

Will it be a cup

of Ethiopian coffee?

Okay.

Good morning.

Morning, Don!

Hey, you two.

Keep your eyes on the Cheerios.

How's the sweetest grape

on the vine?

I'm good.

Winston is in the back,

on his computer,

in his office.

Irie.

Thank you, Don.

What's up, Winston?

Hey, Don. Listen.

I can't seem to access this site.

l-I need your computer expertise.

Yeah? What is it?

It's like a whole system

for breaking down the plots

of detective fiction...

or the solution of crimes.

Y- Click.

Yes. You see?

And click. I tried before.

Stay calm.

Click. Uh-

Go get 'em, Sherlock.

Cool, cool, cool.

Oh, this is my kind

of information, man.

I love the Net.

The whole world of information-

through the wall, click.

You sure you don't want

a computer at your house?

No.

Seems awful strange to me.

A man who made all of his money

off of computers doesn't want

to have one in his house.

Oh!

Cool. Cool.

This is fascinating.

Supposedly, you can use this

to write a mystery novel...

or to solve

a complicated crime.

If-

Don.

You all right?

What?

Is something wrong?

Well, it's probably nothing.

Uh, a love letter

from one of your lovely ladies.

Something like that.

I'll read it to you.

"Dear Don, sometimes life

brings some strange surprises.

"It's been almost 20 years

since we've seen each other,

"but now there's something

I need to tell you.

"Years ago, after our story ended,

"I discovered I was pregnant.

"I decided to go through

with the pregnancy,

and I had a baby, a son.

"Your son.

"I decided to raise him by myself

because our time together...

"had come to a close.

"My son is now almost 19.

"He's somewhat shy and secretive,

unlike you,

"but a sensitive, wonderful person.

"A few days ago he left

on a mysterious road trip,

"but I'm almost certain

he's searching for his father.

"I've told him almost nothing about you,

"but he's resourceful and imaginative.

"Anyway, if this is, in fact,

your correct address,

well, I just felt

I should let you know."

There's no signature...

and no return address.

Hey, congratulations!

You're a father.

Uh, you're really upset by this.

C-Can I see it?

Your address is handwritten,

but printed.

Red ink on pink paper.

Typewriter.

A red ribbon. Curious.

"Dear Don, sometimes"-

Hmm.

Damn. This postmark

is too faint to read.

That's f***ed up.

Tsk-tsk.

And you have no idea

who this is from?

Nope.

None.

But from all I know,

you are like, uh-

like Don Juan or something.

Don Juan.

I gotta go.

You want me to keep the letter

for forensic evidence or... clues?

Or- Don.

Hmm.

Hey, it's me.

I see that.

It's kind of lonely in here, man.

Do you mind?

Is Sherry coming home?

No.

She left.

What do you mean, "She left"?

She went on a trip?

No. I mean, she left.

Sorry, man.

Yeah, me too. I think.

Well, but knowing Sherry,

she probably hasn't played

her last card yet. Right?

Probably not.

Anyway, you've never had trouble

finding interesting females.

I mean, uh, that's the way your life

has been though. Right?

You're like, uh- like Don Juan.

Winston, please stop saying that.

Hey.

About this letter-

I did examine the postmark

under my microscope.

And it is too faint to read,

but the stamp-

it's got on it a woodpecker.

What does that mean to you?

Anything?

Well, what I think we should do...

is to narrow down the possibilities.

Winston, this is probably

someone playing a joke on me.

If not, then...

whatever.

It seems so unfair-

someone to write a letter like this...

and-and-and not sign it?

Don't you want to know

who is the mother of your son?

My hypothetical son?

No, Winston.

I don't, okay?

Okay.

Then we can just drop it.

We can?

We can, of course. Okay.

Good.

It's dropped.

But then how can you ignore

something like this?

- You need to treat this as a sign.

- What kind of sign?

Of the direction of your life.

Of this present moment.

You need to solve this mystery...

and find out which of your women it was

that you impregnated with your semen

Winston.

What happened to

that groovin' CD I burned for you?

Here it is. Do you mind?

Ah, that's nice.

Ethiopian sounds.

It's good for the heart.

Look, come over tomorrow

for, uh, Sunday brunch,

and, uh, we'll talk a little further

about our investigative plan, huh?

So I'll leave that right there.

Go home

and leave me alone.

Okay, man. I love you too.

I think your father's real name

is Sam Spade.

My father isn't Sam Spade.

No? Think he's Sherlock Holmes?

No.

Well, I know he's one

of those famous detectives.

Mike Hammer!

No, not Mike Hammer.

Oh, I know.

He's that Dolemite guy. Right?

No, not Dolemite.

No?

He's down.

Keep your eyes open.

He may be Dolemite.

No!

Mona,

thank you.

That was so delicious.

You're welcome. Anytime.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

What time's dinner?

You are the most perfect woman

in the world.

Hey, hey, hey.

Let me tell you something.

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