The Royal Tenenbaums Page #4

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Oh, my Lord, look at you.

Come in.

Did you tell Margot

about that letter

I wrote to you?

Why? Did she mention it?

Yes, I did.

Why would she

have repeated that, I wonder?

Well, I would ask you

the same question.

Rightly so.

What'd you say?

Hmm?

What?

I didn't say anything.

When? Right now?

I'm sorry; don't listen to me.

I'm on mescaline.

I've been spaced out all day.

Did you say you're on mescaline?

I did, indeed.

Very much so.

How often do you, uh?

I'm worried about you, Richie.

Why?

Well, actually, Margot is,

for some reason.

But I did find it odd

when you said

you were in love with her.

She's married, you know.

Yeah.

And she's your sister.

Adopted.

Where are my encyclopedias?

They've been placed in storage.

Well, damn you.

You're taking my encyclopedias.

- Th-this is humiliating.

- I'm sorry.

Would you like to make

a complaint in writing?

Where am I supposed to go?

You're turning me

into a damn hobo.

I'd be happy to make

a reservation for you

- at another hotel.

- You son of a b*tch.

Frederick.

Hello there, Dusty.

Hello.

Could you spot me a quarter?

Of course.

Richie? Hi.

It's your dad.

I think he's very lonely...

Ionelier than he lets on

maybe lonelier

than he even realizes.

Have you spoken

to him about this?

Briefly,

and he agreed that we...

I'm sorry, maybe I'm

a little confused here.

What are you suggesting?

That he come here

and stay in my room.

Are you out of your mind?

No, I'm not.

Anyway, I think that

he'd be much more comfortable

here than he would...

Who gives a sh*t?

I do.

You poor sucker.

You poor, washed-up papa's boy.

All right, let's not

get out of hand.

Please, don't get in the middle

of this, Mr. Sherman.

This is a family matter.

Don't talk to him like that.

- Call me Henry.

- I prefer Mr. Sherman.

Call him Henry.

Why? I don't know him

that well.

You've known him for ten years.

As your accountant,

Mr. Sherman, yes.

Where are you going to sleep?

I'm just going

to camp out upstairs.

We brought our sleeping bag...

Uzi!

We don't mind, Dad.

We like him.

Who, Pappy?

"Pappy"?

He can sleep in

the room above us.

Ari, it's not your decision.

Nor is it yours.

Well, he's already up there.

What?!

I think he's asleep

because of the medication

he's on

but I... I guess you can

wake him up and throw him out...

ifMom says it's okay.

Get out.

All right.

Let me just collect my things.

Would you mind handing me

my cane, Richie?

Let me see,

where's my suitcases?

I'll get 'em.

Oh, thanks.

Oh!

Dad!

Mom!

Grab me a Nembutal,

will you, son?

Are you okay?

What the f*** you care?

Oh, my goodness.

Pagoda?

Call Doctor McClure.

Take a breath and hold it.

Now cough.

His condition is stable.

The attack was

just a side effect.

I recommend you push fluids

and continue the stomach cancer

medication.

Can we move him?

Absolutely not.

For how long?

We'll have to wait and see.

Is he going to be all right?

That depends. Is he a fighter?

Yeah.

Then that's the best we've got.

Pagoda's in possession

of a parcel containing

my will

and some instructions

for the funeral

including my epitaph,

for when the time comes.

Proofread it for me

before they carve it

on the headstone, okay?

Okay.

I never did stop loving you,

by the way.

Do you believe that?

Not really.

You look terrific.

That dress is stunning.

Thanks.

# Tears that angels cry... #

# And the dark

and all the sky... #

Lights out, old man.

I thought I'd read

for a while, Chas.

Sorry. 11:
30. Lights out.

I'm right in the middle

of a sentence.

Well, you'll have to finish it

in the morning.

Them's the rules.

Chas?

Good night, my boy.

# When the one you love

says good-bye #

# Sing a lullaby #

# Dee-dee-dee,

dee-dee, dee-dee #

# Dee-dee-dee, dee-dee,

dee-dee... #

Looks like you and Dad are

back together again, huh?

He's your dad, too, Chas.

- No, he's not.

- Yes, he is.

You really hate me,

don't you?

No. I don't. I love you.

Well, I don't know

what you think

you're going to get out of this

but believe me, whatever it is,

it's not worth it.

Chas...

I don't want to hurt you.

I know what you and the boys

have been through.

You're my brother,

and I love you.

Stop saying that!

What's that jackass doing?

I know you, a**hole!

Did Eli send you that?

Mm-hmm.

He always sends me

his clippings.

What for?

I think he just likes

the encouragement.

He's done it for years.

He used to send me

his grades in college.

That's ridiculous.

How long do you intend

to stay here?

I don't know.

Are you ever coming home?

Maybe not.

You're joking.

No.

Well, I want to die.

Raleigh, please...

Have you met someone else?

I couldn't even begin

to think about

knowing how to answer

that question.

I don't like the way

you're treating Raleigh.

What are you talking about?

You don't even know him.

Well, I've met him,

and I don't think he deserves...

Stay out ofit.

You're two-timing him

with that bloodsucker

Eli Cash.

Now, that's just not right,

damn it.

You used to be a genius.

No, I didn't.

Anyway, that's what

they used to say.

Richard, I know you're

terribly close to Margot

and probably understand

her better than anyone.

May I confide in you?

Okay.

I believe

she's having an affair.

I'm utterly devastated.

I... don't know

where else to turn.

Will you advise me?

I don't know.

What do you want to do?

I don't know.

Perhaps, uh...

Find the guy and get him?

Well, no,

I thought we could...

Who do you think it might be?

I don't know at the moment.

Let's look

at the actuals, okay?

I agree with you

a hundred percent.

That's why we have

marketing grids.

Hey.

What do you say

we go down to Little Tokyo

and get some fireworks?

What do you need?

Nothing.

I see you got them,

uh, crunching numbers for you.

Please don't

come in this room.

Chas has those boys cooped up

like a pair ofjackrabbits,

Etheline.

He has his reasons.

Oh, I know that

but you can't raise boys

to be scared oflife.

You got to brew

some recklessness into them.

I think that's terrible advice.

No, you don't.

We take boxing

and self-defense classes.

I'm not talking

about dance lessons.

I'm talking about

putting a brick

through the other guy's

windshield.

I'm talking about taking it out

and chopping it up.

What do you mean?

# The mama pajama

rolled out of bed #

# And she ran

to the police station #

# When the papa found out,

he began to shout #

# And he started

the investigation #

# It's against the law #

Go!

# It was against the law #

# What the mama saw,

it was against the law #

# The mama looked down

and spit on the ground #

# Ev'ry time my name

gets mentioned #

# The papa said,

"Oy, ifl get that boy #

# I'm gonna stick him

in the house of detention" #

# Well, I'm on my way #

# I don't know where I'm goin' #

# I'm on my way #

# I'm takin' my time #

# But I don't know where #

# Goodbye to Rosie,

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