Broken Flowers Page #2
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
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.
That's mine.
Come, come, come.
No cigarettes.
That's where you get
your appetite.
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
You give me a list
of all your girlfriends
from back then,
and then I can plan everything.
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?
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