Broken Flowers Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Broken Flowers Script





 Words disappear



 Words once so clear



 Only echoes



 Passin'through the night



 The lines on my face



 Your fingers once traced



 Fade in reflection



 Of what was



 Thoughts rearrange



 Familiar, now strange



 All my schemes



 Driftin'on the wind



 Spring brings the rain



 With winter comes pain



 Every season



 Has an end



 I'll try



 To see through your disguise



 For the clouds were there



 Blocking out the sun



 The sun



 Thoughts rearrange



 Familiar, now strange



 All my schemes



 Driftin'on the wind



 Spring brings the rain



 With winter comes pain



 Every season has an end



 There's an end




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




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.






Maybe I'll call you sometime.









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.
















No, no, no, no!






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?






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.






Thank you, Don.



What's up, Winston? Hey, Don. Listen.

I can't seem to access this site.



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.






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.



Cool. Cool.

This is fascinating.



Supposedly, you can use this

to write a mystery novel...



or to solve

a complicated crime.









You all right?






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    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   .



"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.






A red ribbon. Curious.



"Dear Don, sometimes"-



Damn. This postmark

is too faint to read.



That's fucked up.



And you have no idea

who this is from?









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.



Hey, it's me.



I see that.



It's kind of lonely in here, man.



Do you mind?



Is Sherry coming home?




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.



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?




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...






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?






Then we can just drop it.

We can?



We can, of course. Okay.




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    years ago.






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?






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.




He's down.



Keep your eyes open.

He may be Dolemite.









thank you.



That was so delicious.

You're welcome. Anytime.






What time's dinner?



You are the most perfect woman

in the world.



Let me tell you something.



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.



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! No more tobacco.

I promise.






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,




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.




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 fuckin' 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 threejobs 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  :   a.m. Sharp.



 I want you

 And I want you



 The right way

I want you



 Listen, but I want you

to want me too



 The right way, babe



Just like I want you



 Ooh-hoo, ooh



 I'll give you all the love



 I want in return



 Sweet darling



 But half the love



 Is all I feel






 Don't play with something



 You should cherish for life



 Oh, baby



 Don't you wanna care



 Ain't it lonely out there



 I want you



 The right way, baby



 I want you, babe



 But I want you

to want me too, baby



 Got to, got to, got to

 Want you to want me too



 Love me too




 Oh, the way that I love you

Just like I love you



My mom won't let

me wear a bikini.



I can't believe your mom

let you come on this trip.



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.




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.




You're Don Johnson?

Yeah- No.



Johnston with a "T."




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 mom'll 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.









Well, I don't..



Do you want something?

'Cause we've got Popsicles.



- No, thanks.

- Okay.







Do you have any

brothers or sisters?






Do you think I need some?



Oh, wait, that's my phone.



Just-Just stay there.

I'll be right back, okay?






 And it looks so high



 And it looks so wasted



 And, baby, I know why



 Take my money



 Take my time



 Take my sister



 I don't mind



That's so crazy.






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 offlames 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?



Mom has her own business.








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.






And they pay her for that.

It's amazing.



Lolita, I said you- Lolita!



I said you could have a taste.



Now, come on.

That's enough of that.



That's not cool.



Lolita. Interesting choice

of name, Laura.






So, Donny, I heard you made it big

in business a few years ago?



What are you into?



It was computers.

Oh, high-tech stuff.



More high tech

than pencils, I guess.



Mr. Fancy Pants!



Yeah, my pants are fancy.

So what?



So I see you're having

a yard sale?



You got me.



It's something we

do on Saturdays.



Yeah, Larry had all this crap

in the garage, and-



And then I got this neighbor

to paint a sign for us.



It's fun.



Are you gonna be selling

any old, uh, typewriters?






That's so   th century.



Did you come all the way down here

to get a typewriter, Don?



What do you want a typewriter for?



An old friend asked me if I would

look around for a typewriter.



So... I just remembered it.






You know,

I forgot to make dessert.



Oh, Don doesn't like Popsicles.






What are you doing here?



I was just looking

for a typewriter.






I remember.









Bye, Don.



Good-bye, Laura.



Come back sometime.



See you, Laura.



Lo! Go.

Put some clothes on.







Can I help you?







It's me, Don.



Remember me?



Oh, Don!



What-What are you doing here?



I brought these flowers.



So beautiful.



Wanna come in?






what brings you out here?



Well, I was kind of in the area,

so I thought I'd drop in.



I see.



How- How did you

track me down, exactly?



Uh, on the computer.



They can do anything.



Nice place you've got here.



Oh, thank you.

It's a nice example.



My husband and I

are in real estate.



We sell landscape lots...



and preconstructed designer homes.



Or do you already have this information

from your computer?






Your card is pink.






Ron, my husband, thought it would be cute

if mine were pink and his blue.



I like those pearls.



Did I give you those?



I don't think so.



I should have.



It's very strange,

your showing up like this.



Yeah, it is strange.



It's my husband.



Hey! Where's my perfect little wi-



Well, what have we here?



Hi. Don Johnston.



I'm a really old

friend of Dora's.



You don't look really old.

Just kinda old.



I'm Ron.



Don Johnston.



That's an old flame of yours,

right, honey?



Don just dropped in

completely unexpectedly.



Nice to meet you, Don.



Ron and Don.



Hey, uh, is Don gonna stay

for dinner? I hope.



No. I really couldn't.



Well, sure you could.



Right? Honey?






That's gotta be a lucrative field.



Yeah, I've done pretty well.



Well, the real estate biz

has been very good to us.



Right, hon?



At first I had the idea

of going into bottled water.



I think in the near future, water

will be worth more than oil or gold.



Yeah. You're dying of thirst,

you can't take a swig of oil.






Or gold, for that matter.



Boy, you are certainly

right about that.



But for right now,



we decided that real estate

and quality prefab homes...



was the right way to go.



And it has been

quite lucrative.



Hon, those are

beautiful flowers.



Don, I want to show you

something. Excuse me.



Isn't this

the coolest photo?







This is crazy, right?



My straight little Dora.



My adorable little Dora.



Young hippie chick.



That is great, Ron.



Now, could you

please put it back?



Sorry, baby.



Probably brings back

one or two memories, huh, Don?



I took that photo,

didn't I?



Well, you know, it's strange...



how people's lives change,

isn't it?



So, any kids?



Well, that's-

that's kind of a touchy subject.



See, I always wanted

to have kids with Dora.



You know,

I mean, kids of our own.



But she didn't, really,

so I respect that.



I don't know if I would have had the

time and patience to be a good mother...



to- to Ron's children.



I'm just happy to have my Dora.



What about you, Don?



You married?



No, I'm still a bachelor.



A bachelor?



But any kids?



He said he was

still a bachelor.



Well, honey, you know-



You never know.

One or two could have gotten away.



No. No kids I know of.



Hello, Winston.



Just a crazy guess.



Look, I don't know

what I'm doing up here.



I'm gettin' nowhere.



Yeah, I saw her.



Yeah, I saw her too.






No. No clues.



No typewriters.



Couldn't you have

rented me, like,



a Porsche or some car

that I might really drive?



I'm a stalker in a Taurus.



I have done everything

that you wanted me to do, you know.



L-l-I've really had enough of this.



I think I oughta go back today.



Yeah, but l- I don't-

I don't think I wanna see her.



No, Winston-



Winston, let me-

let me talk to you later, okay?



Can I just-Yeah.



Let me talk to you later.




Okay? Thanks.



I'll talk to you in a while.




Ladies and gentlemen,

we're now on our final descent.



Please return to your seats



and make sure your seat belts

are securely fastened. Thank you.



I heard what you said.



And I heard

what Dr. Markowski said.



You have to believe

in yourself.



I have a lot of respect for you.



I understand how you feel.



I understand, and I'll try

to do better next time.






It takes a lot of courage

to say what you said.



I'm very proud of you.



And I want you to know that

I think you're doing very, very well...



and I believe in you.



Yeah, she definitely

speaks to iguanas.



Okay. That's right.



Call back on Monday

and we'll happily schedule you and Iggy.




Okay. Thank you.



I'm sorry, Mr. Johnston, but Dr.

Markowski only takes appointments,



and she's in a session

right now.



Is your animal friend

with you?



Uh, no, l-l-I don't have

an animal friend.



I'm an old friend of Carm-

uh, Dr. Markowski's.



Um, Carmen has

a really tight schedule.



She may have a minute,

if you want to sit down.



Yeah, okay.



No, no, no.

Of course I won't forget you, Cleo.



Yes, I promise.



Thank you,

Dr. Markowski.



- Bye now.

- Bye, Cleo.



See you next week,

Mrs. Dorston.



So, what do we have next?






So, you're an animal psychic?




I'm a communicator.



And you're a doctor now?



When we were together, you were so

passionate about becoming a lawyer.



I mean, you were...



very passionate.



Yeah, well,

passion's a funny thing.



I have a doctorate

in animal behavior.



But that was

sort of after the fact.



It's an odd story.



I'm getting into odd stories.



Well, I was a very successful lawyer.



I had no life, though,

outside my work,



except for my dog,




Your dog's named Winston?






But then he died...






I'm sorry.



Oh, no.

It was...



It was years ago.



But my new ability was this gift.



This gift from Winston.



All right,

you can come in again.






after Winston died

I got this gift.






To read animals' minds?

No. I told you-



- No.

- I'm a communicator.



You see,

soon after Winston died...



I realized that I could

hear animals speak to me.



I mean, I certainly hadn't

been aware of that before.



And I don't

read animals' minds.



But when they want

to communicate,



I can hear them.



You know,

like you and I are talking.



But we don't

read each other's minds.



Is he saying something?



He says

you have a hidden agenda.



He- He said that?



I think you'd better

go back outside now, Ramon.



Animals can tell us

what they want,



but that doesn't mean

that that's what's best for them.






Excuse me, Carmen, but Mr. Renaldo and

Skippy are here for your next session.



Oh. Okay.



Um, give me

one more minute.



Sorry, Don, but I really

can't keep Skippy waiting.



Do you think you could tell Skippy

that you're just gonna walk me to my car?



How about later?

Wanna get a drink?



No. I don't drink.



Maybe get something to eat?



I don't, uh, eat.



You don't?



Uh, take a walk?



I know you walk.

I don't feel like it.



Do you have a typewriter?



A typewriter?



Are you married?



You know, I think you

should probably go now.



Oh, come on, Carmen.



Can't you answer me?




"No," you won't answer me?



No, I'm not married.



I was though.



Any kids?






I have a daughter, Lianna.

She's   .



She's in Sweden.






Am I supposed to ask

about you?



It seems like I've told you

my whole life story.




Me? No.



I'm not married.



Of course you aren't.



And I don't have any kids.



Do I?



How would I know that?



Sorry, Carmen, but Mr. Renaldo and Skippy

have been waiting in the session room.



I know. I'm sorry.

I'll be right there.






Well, my time is really up.



So, good-bye.



Bye, Carmen.



Mr. Johnston?

You forgot your flowers.



Hey. Excuse me!

Excuse me.



Excuse me. Uh, do you know

where Atwood Road is?



I'm lost.









Hey, it's okay.



It's okay.



Can I help you?



Does Penny live here?



Who's askin'?



I'm an old friend of Penny's.

Don. Don Johnston.



She's in the house.

Go around there. A screen door.














- Penny?

- Yeah?






So, what the fuck

do you want, Donny?



Oh, I just thought I'd drop by.



Just checking in.



Well, I don't remember any

happy ending between us, Don.



No... reconciliation,




You left me, Penny.







Very clearly.



So, what is it you wanted?



Everything okay over there, Pen?



Not sure yet!



Goddamn it.



What is it you wanted?



Penny, do you-



Do you have a son?



Fuck you, Donny!



Danny, grab that fucker.






Shut up.



I didn't say anything.



What the hell's

your fuckin' problem?



I was just leaving.



No, what are you doing

upsetting Penny like that, huh?



I just needed to

ask her a question.



Yeah, I know you

asked her a question.



Now, listen.



I just don't think

it's very sensitive of you...



comin' out here

to try to hurt Penny's feelings,



you know,

to get back at her or whatever.



That just seems so rude.



You said all pink, right?



It's best that they're all pink, yeah.



Oh, you're very good

at this.



That's beautiful.




Are you okay?



Uh, it was just

a minor misunderstanding.



Mind if I take a look?



Oh. That's nasty.



Did you even wash it?



Sort of.



Let me take care of it.



What's your name?



Sun. Sun Green.



Sun Green?






What's yours?




Don Johnston.






Don Johnson?




With a "T."






if I continue down this road,



I will find

the Riverview Cemetery?



Yeah. You just go down the hill.

You'll see the entrance on your right.



Thank you, Sun Green.



You're welcome.



Hello, beautiful.



Red ink on pink paper.





I don't know what I want.



He says you have a hidden agenda.



Fuck you, Donny.



Circle Drive, please.

No rush.





The wheel of fortune turns.

Round and round it goes.



Where it stops, no one knows.








That's my report,




The general outline

of what you put me through.



That's it?



And after all that, you're still no closer

to knowing who's the mother of your son?



That's right.



But there was

that one typewriter.



And the pink motorcycle.



And it was Dora's pink,

uh, business card.



And-And-And Laura's

pink bathrobe.



I think this whole thing

is a farce, a fiasco.



As far as I know,



you may have written

that letter to me.



Look, I'm really sorry

that you got beat up and everything.



I... feel that

it was somehow my fault.



It was.



Kind of strange, too, how, uh,



Carmen's magic dog

was named Winston.






Look, man, I really put

a lot of work into this thing.



I thought that it was really important

that you know whether or not you had a son.



I mean, it's your life.

You got to live your life, right?



I was living my life,




I still am.



What's this?

It's pink.



It's a note I found in

my foyer when I got back.



Red ink on pink paper.



It's from Sherry.



What? From Sherry?



Why didn't you tell me?

May I see it?



Envelope and paper

not exactly the same size.



You know, the handwriting...



seems pretty close to the address

on the envelope, but I can't be sure.



Sherry still likes you.



You think that Sherry

could have sent the first letter...



and made the whole thing up

just to fuck with you?



Who knows?



You know, I've got to go.



I think I have just enough time to

stop home and compare the handwriting...



and then hopefully

punch in at work on time.



You coming?




I just need a little break

from all of this.



Look, don't worry.



We're still going to

solve this mystery.



Didn't I see you

at the airport last night?



I don't know.

Did you?






You on a road trip?




Something like that.



You look hungry.



Can I buy you a

sandwich or something?



Uh, no, that's okay.



You can relax.

I'm not gay. I'm not a cop.



Just a guy who sees a guy

who might need a sandwich.



Okay. Thanks.



But could you get something to go?

I'd sorta rather stay outside.






How about a nice

club sandwich?



I'm vegetarian.



You eat cheese?



Yeah, sometimes.

L-I like cheese.



Okay, I got it.

I'll be right back.




You're welcome.



You found us a place.



All right.



Let's see here.



Big cheese and veggie sandwich...



with mushrooms.






Extra large.



Two waters.



Two coffees.



My mom put that there...



for good luck.



Thanks for the food.




No problem, chief.



You called me chief?



Yeah. Why?



What happened to your eye?



I, uh-



I ran into somebody.



Somebody's fist.



You a gangster?



No. I wish.



No, I was, uh-

I was in computers.



Computers and girls.



What about you, chief?



I'm interested

in, uh, philosophy.



Philosophy and girls.



Sounds pretty good.



Think so?



So, uh,



as just a guy

who gave another guy a sandwich,



you have any, like,

philosophical tips or anything...



for a guy on a kind of road trip?



You asking me?









The past is gone.



I know that.



The future...



isn't here yet,



whatever it's going to be.






all there is is-

is this.



The present.



That's it.



Are you a Buddhist?



No. Are you?



Uh, I'm not sure yet.



I'm sorry that's the best

I have to offer at the moment.



No, I appreciate it.



I like what you said.



It's better than some, like,



fatherly-sounding bullshit.



Is that...



what your father's like?



Ah, that's not a good subject.



Hey, I gotta go, man.

I'm sorry.



Thanks again

for the sandwich and stuff.



Hold on a second.




I know you think

that I'm your father, don't you?






Just tell me.



You can talk to me, chief.



Man, you're fucked up.



Wait a second.

Wait a second. Wait!



 Words disappear



 Words once so clear



 Only echoes



 Passin'through the night



 Lines on my face



 Your fingers once traced



 Fade in reflection



 Of what was



 Thoughts rearrange



 Familiar, now strange



 All my schemes



 Drifting on the wind



 Spring brings the rain



 With winter comes pain



 Every season



 Has an end



 I'll try



 To see through your disguise



 For the clouds were there



 Blockin'out the sun



 The sun



 Thoughts rearrange



 Familiar, now strange



 All my schemes



 Drifting on the wind



 Spring brings the rain



 With winter comes pain



 Every season



 Has an end



 There's an end



 There's an end



 There's an end



 There's an end


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