Broken Flowers Page #3

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.

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