Broken Flowers

'(TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACK)'

This programme contains some strong langauage.

'(CAR ENGINE GROWLS)'

# "There Is An End" - The Greenhornes with Holly Golightly

# Words disappear

# Words once so clear

# Only echoes passing through the night

# The lines on my face

# Your fingers once traced

# Fading 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 tried to see through your disguise

# But the clouds were there

# Blocking 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 #

(MUSIC EMANATES FROM HOUSE)

-(TV)

-"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."

-"Certainly brought your career to a happy end."

-"End?"

-"Leave off while they still think of you as you were."

-"All these wrinkles, lines, grey hairs."

-"You'd spoil any party!"

"Even a funeral."

"Oh, 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!

(SIGHS) Alright. I get it.

No, you don't.

But it's OK. That's the way you are and you're never gonna change.

I just don't think I wanna be with, er,...

..an over-the-hill Don Juan any more.

-What do you want, Sherry?

-What do you want, Don?

I mean, I'm, like, your mistress. Except you're not even married.

Look at your friend Winston next door.

It looks like they're having a great time.

Don't you ever wanna have a family?

Well, is that what you want?

I don't know what I want. 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!"

"He never kissed you. It was an impudent lie."

"Yes! It was only publicity."

-"Don't you..."

-"And who are you to give orders here?"

-"Who am I?"

"The girl whose kiss Don Juan had sought on a thousand women's lips."

"He'd never love anybody else in his life."

"He loved you so much he went straight from you to another woman!"

-"He loved me! And loathed women like you."

-"Cat!"

-"Cow!"

-"Snake!"

-"Pig!"

-"(BOTH SCREAM)"

-"Oh, no, no!"

(PHONE RINGS)

Yeah?

Hey, Winston. You at work?

It's Saturday. Of course. Yeah.

(CLEARS THROAT)

No, I just got up.

What, you can't access the site?

Yeah, alright. I'll be right over.

Yes.

Coffee would be good.

Will it be a cup of Ethiopian coffee?

OK.

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.

-(CHUCKLES)

Thanks, Don.

-What's up, Winston?

-Hey, Don. I can't seem to access this site.

-I need your computer expertise.

-Yeah? What is it?

It's, like, a system for breaking down the plots in detective fiction,

or the solution of crimes. Yeah. Click.

Yes. You see?

-And click. I tried before.

-Stay calm.

Click. Oh! A-ha.

-Go get 'em, Sherlock.

-Cool, cool, cool.

Oh, this is my kind of information, man! I love the net.

(CHUCKLES)

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 his money off computers

doesn't want to have one in his house.

Ohhh,...

..cool, cool. This is fascinating.

Supposedly you can use this to write a mystery novel

or to solve a complicated crime.

Don.

You alright?

What?

Is something wrong?

Ah, it's probably nothing.

Ah.

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.

Er, you're really upset by this. Can I see it?

The address is handwritten.

But printed.

Red ink on pink paper.

Typewriter.

A red ribbon. Curious.

"Dear Don, sometimes..." (MUTTERS THE WORDS UNDER HIS BREATH)

Damn. This postmark is too faint to read. That's fucked up.

(CHUCKLES) And you have no idea who this is from?

Nope.

None.

But from what I know, you are like, er, like Don Juan or something.

Don Juan.

(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)

I gotta go.

You want me to keep the letter for forensic evidence, or clues or...?

Don!

"(MOURNFUL, OPERATIC TUNE PLAYS)"

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Hey, it's me.

I see that.

It's kind of lonely in here, man.

Do you mind? (TURNS VOLUME DOWN)

-Sherry coming home?

-No.

She left.

What do you mean, "she left"? She went on a trip?

No. I mean she left.

Sorry.

Yeah, me, too. I think.

Knowing Sherry, she probably hasn't played her last card yet, right?

Probably not.

Anyway, you've never had trouble finding interesting females.

That's the way your life's been, though, right? You're 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?

Anything?

Well, what I think we should do

is to narrow down the possibilities.

Winston, this is probably someone playing a joke on me.

And if not, then,... whatever.

It seems so unfair, someone to write a letter like this and not sign it.

-Don't you want to know who's the mom of your son?

-My hypothetical son?

No, Winston, I don't, OK?

OK.

Then, we can just drop it.

-We can?

-We can. Of course.

-OK.

-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 20 years ago.

-Winston...

What happened to that grooving CD I burned for you?

Here it is. Do you mind?

"(ARABIC-STYLE JAZZY MUSIC)"

Ah, that's nice. Ethiopian sounds. It's good for the heart.

Look, come over tomorrow for, er, Sunday brunch

and we'll talk a little further about our investigative plan, huh?

-I'll leave that right there.

-Go home and leave me alone.

OK, man. 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.

-(CHUCKLES) You're welcome. Any time.

-Really?

-Mmm-hmm.

-What time's dinner?

-(GIGGLES)

-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.

-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.

-Just a little indigo, baby.

Cos Mama says no more smoking tobacco any more.

-Yeah, I know! I gave it up.

-Never!

-Never.

-No more tobacco. I promise.

-OK.

Come, come, come, come. Let me see this mysterious pink letter.

OK. 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.

I think I'm going home, Sherlock.

Just destroy that letter when you're through with it, will you?

Work on that list!

(PHONE RINGS)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

Hello, Winston?

What list?

No, haven't even thought about it.

Are you on the cellphone?

Yeah. Is it OK if I run in and grab that list?

-Sure. Why not?

-OK. Hold on a second.

Any other info on where they might be?

Not really. That's where they lived, where their families lived.

-That's all I can remember.

-Good. Cool.

-OK. Sorry about that.

-It's OK.

I'm all over this. The day after tomorrow, I have everything ready.

Knock yourself out.

-Come on, 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 don't know why you did all this. What am I supposed to do about it?

Look. Your whole trip. It's all planned. 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, bring pink flowers. You're just checking in.

Just checking in?

I even got maps. Everything you need.

And I burned you a new CD.

-That's travelling music.

-That I'll take.

Er, 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 I can forensically match the type

-to the letter.

-(SIGHS) You're insane, Winston.

Even if you could possibly rope me into this nonsense, which you can't,

I'm not a detective or a private eye in one of your crime novels.

Forget it. No fucking way.

-But 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. Besides, it's your life.

I have 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? Don't worry! I apprehend him.

Oh, OK. 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'll 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 7am sharp.

# "I Want You" - Marvin Gaye

# I want you the right way

# I want you

# But I want you to want me, too

# Just like I want you

# Da-da, da-da, da, da, da

# Oh, I give you all the love

# I want in return, sweet darling

# But half a 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, baby

# But I want you

# To want me, too, babe

# Want you to want me, baby... #

"(PA BEEPS)"

-I can't believe your mom let you come on this trip.

-She doesn't know.

She thinks I'm with your family. She wouldn't have let me come.

-What if she calls my mom?

-She won't! She thinks she's here. It's perfect.

-It'll be fine. Don't worry about it.

-Do I need to call my mom?

-No!

I want to go to the party tonight and meet some cute guys.

That guy is so cute that is sitting behind me. Can you see him?

-Oh, my God! He is really cute.

-Don't stare at him!

He looks like a supermodel. No, he looks like a Calvin Klein model

-like on the side of the bus.

-(BOTH TALK OVER EACH OTHER)

-Think Ali will take us for something to eat?

-She better! I'm starving!

-That's why you need the mix-and-match!

-We're such heifers!

-I look so fat.

-Doughnut girl!

(BOTH TALK OVER EACH OTHER)

"(LAIDBACK, JAZZY MUSIC)"

Look for clues.

Like a typewriter. Like something pink.

This will be very easy.

Hi, Laura. It's me, Don. Remember me?

(RINGS DOORBELL)

Hi. Who are you?

-Don Johnston.

-(CHUCKLES) Really?

You're Don Johnson?

-Yeah. No. Johnston with a T.

-Oh.

Does Laura Daniels who was formerly Laura Miller live here?

-Yeah. That's my mom.

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

-I haven't seen her... in over...

-Well, come on in.

So, my mom will 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. (CHUCKLES)

Well, do you want something? Cos we've got Popsicles.

-No, thanks.

-OK. (GIGGLES)

-Lolita.

-Yeah.

Do you have any brothers or sisters?

Why? Do you think I need some?

-(PHONE RINGS)

-Oh, that's my phone. Stay there. I'll be right back, OK?

OK.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

Really? (GIGGLES)

That's so sick! He didn't? Wait. Hold on. My cellphone's ringing.

Hello? (LAUGHS) Yeah, I know. I just talked to her. That's crazy, right?

Can I help you with something?

Donny, is that you?

Hey, Laura.

What are you doing here?

(CHUCKLES)

We're having chicken for dinner.

-That was quite an outfit you weren't wearing earlier.

-(CHUCKLES)

Well, here we are.

Then Larry exploded in a wall of flames at the track.

That happened, and now it's just me and Lo.

It was even on TV.

Well, I'm sorry.

Lo, your head looks just like a pineapple.

Mom!

-Doesn't it?

-Yeah, it does look like a pineapple.

So, what, er,...

-..where do you work?

-Oh, Mom has her own business. Right?

-Yeah.

-Really?

-I'm a professional closet organiser.

-Come on.

-No, I organise people's closets.

I even do their drawers.

I label everything, I get them all organised.

I even colour-coordinate them.

Yeah, and they pay her for that. It's amazing.

-Hmm.

-Mmm-hmm.

Ohh!

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.

What?

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! (LAUGHS)

-(GIGGLES)

-Yeah. My pants are fancy. So what?

-So, I see you're having a yard sale.

-Oh. You got me.

-It's something we do on Saturdays.

-Yeah. Larry had all this crap

-in the garage.

-Yeah. And I got this neighbour to paint a sign for us.

It's fun.

Are you gonna be selling any old typewriters?

-No!

-(BOTH GIGGLE)

-What? That's so 20th century.

-(CHUCKLES)

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'd look around for a typewriter.

I just remembered it.

Well,...

..you know, I forgot to make dessert.

Oh, Don doesn't like Popsicles.

Donny! What are you doing here?

I was just looking for a typewriter.

Oh.

I remember.

(Bye.)

Hey.

Bye, Don.

Goodbye, Laura.

Come back sometime.

See you, Laura.

Lo! Go. Put some clothes on.

"(FUNKY MUSIC)"

"(ARABIC-STYLE JAZZY MUSIC)"

(KNOCKS AT DOOR / RINGS DOORBELL)

-Can I help you?

-Dora?

Yes.

It's me, Don.

Remember me?

Oh, Don!

What are you doing here?

I brought these flowers.

So beautiful.

Wanna come in?

So,...

..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?

Er, 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 reconstructed designer homes.

-Or do you already have this information from your computer?

-No.

Your card is pink.

Yes.

Ron, my husband, thought it would be cute if mine was 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, you showing up like this.

Yeah. It is strange.

It's my husband.

Hey. How's my perfect little wi...?

Well, what have we here?

Hi. Don... Johnston.

I'm a really old friend of Dora's.

Oh. You don't look really old. Just kinda old. (LAUGHS)

I'm Ron.

Don Johnston.

He's an old flame of yours, right, honey?

Don just dropped in completely unexpectedly.

Wow. Nice to meet you, Don.

Ron and Don. (CHUCKLES)

Hey, is Don gonna stay for dinner, I hope?

No. I really couldn't.

Well, sure you could.

Right? Honey?

Computers, huh?

Well, that's gotta be a lucrative field.

-Yeah, I've done pretty well.

-Hmm.

-Well, real estate has been very good to us, right?

-Mmm.

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.

Right? Or gold, for that matter.

Well, you are certainly right about that.

But for right now,

we decided that real estates and quality prefab homes

was the right way to go. And it has been quite lucrative.

-Hun, those are beautiful flowers.

-Mm.

Hey... (CHUCKLES)

Don, I wanna show you something. Excuse me.

(CHUCKLES) Isn't this the coolest photo?

Wow. Yeah.

Yeah? This is crazy, right? My straight little Dora.

My adorable little Dora.

-Young hippy chick. (LAUGHS)

-That's great, Ron.

-Now, could you please put it back?

-Sorry, baby.

Probably brings back one or two memories, huh, Dora?

-I took that photo, didn't I?

-(CHUCKLES)

Mm-hm.

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.

-Erm, I don't know

if I would have had the time and patience to be a good mother

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?

Wow.

-But any kids?

-He said he was still a bachelor.

(LAUGHS) Well, honey, you know,... you never know.

One or two could have gotten away. (CHUCKLES)

-No, no kids I know of.

-(LAUGHS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello, Winston.

Just a crazy guess.

Look,... I don't know what I'm doing up here - I'm getting nowhere.

Yeah, I saw her.

Yeah, I saw her, too. Yesterday.

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.

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

I think I ought to go back today.

Yeah, but I don't think I wanna see her.

No, Winston.

Winston, let me,... let me talk to you later, OK? Can I just...?

Yeah. Let me talk to you later. Please? OK?

Thanks.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

(CHATS INDISTINCTLY)

(PA) "Ladies and gentlemen, we're now on our final descent."

"Please make sure your seat belts are securely fastened. Thank you."

"(JAZZ MUSIC BLARES FROM CAR STEREO)"

(TALKS)

I understand how you feel.

I understand and I'll try to do better next time. Hi.

It takes a lot of courage to say what you said.

I'm very, very proud of you and I want you to know

that I think you are doing very, very well. (CONTINUES TALKING)

Yeah, she speaks to iguanas.

OK. That's right.

Call back on Monday and we'll happily schedule you and Iggy.

Sure. OK. Thank you.

I'm sorry, Mr Johnston, but Doctor Markowski only takes appointments,

and she's in a session right now.

Is your animal friend with you?

Er, no, I don't have any animal friend.

I'm an old friend of Carm,... er, Dr Markowski.

Erm, Carmen has a really tight schedule.

-She may have a minute if you wanna sit down.

-OK.

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?

Don?

So, you're an animal psychic?

-No, I'm a communicator.

-And you're a doctor now?

-Mmm.

-When we were together

you were so passionate about becoming a lawyer.

I mean, you were... very passionate.

Yeah, well, passion is a funny thing.

I have a doctorate in animal behaviour

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, Winston.

Your dog's named Winston?

Yes.

But then he died... suddenly.

-I'm sorry.

-Oh, no, it was, er,... it was years ago

but... my new ability was this gift.

This gift from Winston.

Alright, you can come in again.

Anyway, after Winston died I got this gift.

To,... to read animals' minds?

-No, I told you,...

-No.

-..I'm a communicator.

You see, soon after Winston died... I realised

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, er,... doesn't mean that that's what's best for them.

-(KNOCK AT DOOR)

-Yes?

Excuse me, Carmen, but Mr Renaldo and Skippy are here

-for your next session.

-Oh, OK.

Er,... 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? You wanna get a drink?

-No, I don't drink.

-Maybe get something to eat?

-I don't, er,... eat.

You don't?

-Er,... take a walk?

-(CHUCKLES)

-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, c'mon, Carmen.

-Can't you answer me?

-No.

-No, you won't answer me?

-(CHUCKLES) No, I'm not married.

I was, though.

Any kids?

Yes.

I have a daughter, Lianna. She's 16. (SIGHS)

-She's in Sweden.

-Sweden?

Am I supposed to ask about you?

-It seems like I've told you my whole life story. So...

-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... bye.

Bye, Carmen.

Mr Johnston, you forgot your flowers.

(PHONE RINGS)

(RINGING STOPS)

Hey. Excuse me! Excuse me.

Excuse me, er,... do you know where Atwood Road is?

I'm lost.

-(BARKS)

-Oh! Hey.

-(CONTINUES BARKING)

-Hey, it's OK.

It's OK.

-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.

-Thanks.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

Penny?

Hello?

-Penny?

-Yeah?

Donny.

So, what the fuck do you want, Donny?

Oh, I just... thought I'd drop by. Just checkin' in.

Well, I don't remember any happy ending between us, Don.

No... reconciliation, nothing.

You left me, Penny, remember?

Yeah,... very clearly.

-So, what is it you wanted?

-Everything OK over there, Pen?!

Not sure yet!

Goddammit.

What is it you wanted?

Penny, do you have,... do you have a son?

Fuck you, Donny!

Danny, grab that fucker!

Penny!

-Shut up.

-I didn't say anything.

What the hell's your fuckin' problem?

-I was just leaving.

-What are you doing upsetting Penny like that?

-I just needed to ask her a question.

-I know you asked her a question.

I just... don't think it's... very sensitive of you

comin' out here, you know, to try to hurt Penny's feelings,

you know, to get back at her or whatever.

That just seems so rude.

(STARTS ENGINE)

(GROANS)

-You said all pink, right?

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

-Oh, you're very good at this. That's beautiful.

-Thanks.

-Are you OK?

-Er, 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?

-Perfect.

-What's yours?

Don. Don Johnston.

(GIGGLES) Really? Don Johnson?

Johnston. With a T.

So,...

..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."

"Boy."

(SWITCHES TV OFF)

That's my report, Sherlock - the general outline

-of what you put me through.

-And 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, er, the pink motorcycle.

And it was Dora's pink, er, business card

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, er,... Carmen's magic dog was named Winston.

Yeah... 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've got to live your life, right?

-I was living my life, Winston.

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?

-No.

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 dunno.

-Did you?

-Yeah.

-You on a road trip?

-Yeah, somethin' like that.

You look hungry. Can I buy you a sandwich or something?

Er, no, that's OK.

You can relax - I'm not gay, I'm not a cop,

just a guy who sees a guy who might need a sandwich.

OK. Thanks.

-Could you get something to go? I'd sorta rather stay outside.

-Sure.

-How about a nice club sandwich?

-I'm vegetarian.

-You eat cheese?

-Yeah, sometimes.

-I like cheese.

-OK, I got it.

I'll be right back.

-Thanks.

-You're welcome.

Hey.

-You found us a place.

-Alright.

Let's see here.

Big cheese-and-veggie sandwich... with mushrooms,...

..fries, 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, er...

I ran into somebody,... somebody's fist.

You a gangster?

No. I wish!

No, I was, er, I was in computers.

Computers and girls.

What about you, chief?

I'm interested in, er, philosophy.

Philosophy and girls.

Sounds pretty good.

Think so?

So, er,...

..as just a guy who gave another guy a sandwich,...

..do you have any,... like, philosophical tips or anything...

..for a guy on a... kind of road trip?

Are you asking me?

Yeah.

Well,...

..the past is gone,... I know that.

The future...

..isn't here yet, whatever it's going to be.

So... all there is

is,... is this -

the present.

That's it.

Are you a Buddhist?

No. Are you?

Er, 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.

Much 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. Wait.

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

-What?

-Just tell me. You can talk to me, chief.

-Man, you're fucked up.

-Wait a second. Wait a second.

Wait!

(CAR STEREO BLARES)

# "There Is An End" - The Greenhornes with Holly Golightly

# Words disappear

# Words once so clear

# Only echoes passing 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 drifting on the wind

# Spring brings the rain

# With winter comes pain

# Every season has an end...