Broken Flowers Page #2

That's mine.

Come, come, come.

No cigarettes.

That's where you get

your appetite.

Your woman cooks too good.

I'd like to look

at that pink letter again.

Let me see it.

I burned it last night-

microwave.

Yes, little Rita?

Papa, you're smoking again.

No, no, no. This is just herbs.

It's just a little Cheeba. Hmm?

Let me see that.

He's right.

It's just cannabis sativa.

You see?

Just a little indigo, baby.

'Cause Mama says,

"No more smoking tobacco anymore."

Yeah, I know.

I gave it up.

Never!

Never!

No more tobacco. I promise.

Okay.

Come, come, come, come.

Let me see this mysterious pink letter.

Okay. What you have to

do for me is make a list.

A list.

I need the possibilities

of who the mother might be.

You give me a list

of all your girlfriends

from back then,

and then I can plan everything.

Uh, I think I'm going home,

Sherlock.

Just destroy that letter

when you're through with it,

will you?

Work on that list.

Hello, Winston?

What list?

No, haven't even thought about it.

Are you on a cell phone?

Yeah. Is it okay if I run in

and grab that list?

Sure. Why not?

Great. Hold on a second.

Any other info

on where they might be?

Not really.

That's where they lived

or their families lived.

That's all I can remember.

Good. Cool.

Okay. Sorry about that.

It's okay.

Look, man. I'm all over this.

The day after tomorrow,

I'll have everything ready.

Knock yourself out.

Don, man,

my lunch break's almost over.

Sorry. What's up?

Look, I got all the info right here,

based on your list,

plus the whole plan.

You got addresses,

married names,

in some cases even their jobs.

I've got some sad news though.

What?

That girl named Michelle Pepe?

She died in a car accident...

five years ago.

I found the name of the cemetery

where she-well, where she is.

Little Michelle Pepe?

Yeah. I'm sorry.

But the other four-

I got all their info.

Well, that's...

very impressive, Winston.

I really don't know

why you did all of this.

What am I supposed to do about it?

Look, your whole trip-

it's all planned.

Booked reservations, rental cars.

Everything you need.

- All you have to do

is give them the credit card.

- What are you talking about?

You go visit them.

You go to their houses.

You see them.

You bring flowers, pink flowers.

You're just checking in.

Just checking in.

I even got maps.

Everything you need.

And I burned you a new CD, see?

That's traveling music.

That I'll take.

Uh, just coffee, please, Avis.

Thank you.

A few tips though.

Dress conservative, a little classy.

Don't give anything away.

And always, always bring flowers.

Pink flowers.

And look for clues about your son-

photographs, anything.

Or hints, like pink stationery

and red ink.

Handwriting, if possible.

And find that typewriter.

Bring me that typewriter,

and then I can forensically

match the type...

to the letter.

You're insane, Winston.

Even if you could possibly

rope me into this nonsense,

which you can't,

I'm not a detective,

I'm not a private eye

in one of your crime novels.

Forget it. No f***in' way.

What, after all the work I've done?

Well, you do it.

You take the trip.

I'll pay for it.

Me? Impossible.

I've got three jobs and five kids.

And, besides, it's your life.

I've merely prepared the strategy.

But only you can solve the mystery.

And why is that?

Because you understand women.

Let me ask you something.

Suppose I took

this ridiculous trip,

and say this kid really exists,

and he shows up...

while I'm gone.

Don, don't worry.

I'll monitor your house every day.

Yeah? Then what?

What do you do?

If he shows up?

He shows up.

Don't worry.

I apprehend him.

Oh, okay. Great.

You apprehend him.

Look, I've got seven minutes

before I'm due to punch in.

Tomorrow morning,

on my way to the plant,

I will drop you at the airport.

No problem.

I got you an early flight.

It's not gonna happen.

No way.

I'll pick you up tomorrow morning

at 7:
00 a.m. sharp.

My mom won't let me wear a bikini.

I can't believe your mom

let you come on this trip.

Oh, she doesn't know.

I mean, she knows, but she thinks

that I'm with your family.

No, she wouldn't have let me come,

and you would have been

totally mad at me.

What if she calls my mom?

She's not gonna call her.

She thinks that she's here.

See, it's perfect.

No, it'll be fine. Don't worry.

Wait, wait, wait. What?

Don't even worry about it.

Do I need to call my mom? 'Cause

my mom will totally lie for you.

I want to go to the party tonight,

and I really want to be able

to meet some cute guys.

That guy is so cute

that's sitting behind me.

Can you see him?

Oh, my God.

He's really cute though.

Don't stare at him.

He is cute.

He looks like a supermodel.

No, he looks like the Calvin Klein model

that's on the side of the bus.

Oh, my gosh. He's so cool.

He's totally staring at us right now.

Think Ally will take us to get something

to eat before we go? I'm starving!

That's why you need

the mix-and-match

for when you get fat.

Oh, my God. I know!

We're such heifers.

You get the bigger sizes.

I look so fat.

Doughnut girl.

Look for clues,

like a typewriter,

like something pink.

This will be very easy.

Hi, Laura. It's me, Don.

Remember me?

Hi. Who are you?

Don Johnston.

Really?

You're Don Johnson?

Yeah- No.

Johnston with a "T."

Oh.

Uh, does Laura Daniels,

who was formerly Laura Miller,

live here?

Yeah. That's my mom.

Well, I'm a very old friend of hers,

and I haven't seen her

in, um, in over-

Well, come on in.

So, my howll be home from work soon,

so just sit down. Here.

Make yourself comfortable.

So, my name's Lola.

Well, sometimes people call me Lo,

but my really real name is Lolita.

Lolita?

Yeah.

Well, l-I don't-

Do you want something?

'Cause we've got Popsicles.

- No, thanks.

- Okay.

Lolita.

Yeah?

Do you have

any brothers or sisters?

Why?

Do you think I need some?

Oh, wait, that's my phone.

Just-Just stay there.

I'll be right back, okay?

Okay.

That's so crazy.

Really?

That's so sick.

He didn't. Wait. Hold on.

My cell phone's ringing. Hello?

Yeah. I know. I just talked to her.

That's crazy, right?

I know.

Can I help you with something?

Donny, is that you?

Hey, Laura.

What are you doing here?

We're having chicken for dinner.

That was quite an outfit

you weren't wearing earlier.

Well, here we are.

Then Larry exploded

in a ball of flames at the track.

That happened,

and now it's just me and Lo.

It was even on TV.

I'm sorry.

Lo, your head looks

just like a pineapple.

- Mom!

- Doesn't it?

Yeah, it does look like a pineapple.

So, what, uh-

Where do you work?

Oh, Mom has her own business.

Right?

Yeah.

Really?

I'm a professional

closet organizer.

Come on.

No, I organize people's closets.

I even do their drawers.

I label everything.

I get them all organized.

I even color coordinate them.

Yeah.

And they pay her for that.

It's amazing.

- Hmm.

- Mm-hmm.

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