The Royal Tenenbaums Page #6
# Oh, yeah #
# Perhaps they'll die,
oh, yeah #
# Perhaps
they'll die, oh, yeah #
# Second verse,
same as the first #
# Jackie is a punk,
Judy is a runt #
# They both went down to Berlin,
joined the Ice Capades #
# And, oh, I don't know why #
# Oh, I don't know why #
# Perhaps they'll die,
oh, yeah #
# Perhaps they'll die #
# Oh, yeah #
# Perhaps
they'll die, oh, yeah #
# Perhaps they'll die,
oh, yeah #
# Third verse,
different from the first #
# Jackie is a punk... #
She smokes.
Yes.
All right, well.
Everything seems
to be in order.
I'll contact you
in the next 24 hours.
I appreciate that.
Uh, which way are you leaning,
by the way?
I'll inform you of my decision
at the appropriate time.
I get it.
Uh, Dusty, put in a good word
for us, will you?
I already did.
You want to play some word games
or do some experiments
on me or anything?
No.
# Your hand on his arm #
# Around your neck #
# Strung out and thin #
# Calling some friend,
trying to cash some check #
# He's acting dumb #
# That's what you've come...
to expect #
# Needle in the hay #
# He's wearin' your clothes #
# Head down to toes #
# A reaction to you #
# You say you know what he did #
# But you idiot kid #
# You don't have a clue #
# Sometimes they just #
# Get caught in the eye #
# You're pulling him through #
# Needle in the hay #
# Needle in the hay... #
I'm going to kill myself
tomorrow.
# Needle in the hay #
# Needle in the hay. #
Dudley, where is he?
Who?
He'll probably sleep
for several hours
and then I'll come back
to check on him.
All right?
How are you feeling?
Fine, thanks.
Are you in any pain?
Not really.
Why'd you try
to kill yourself?
You did?
Yeah.
Right after I regained
consciousness.
Can we read it?
No.
Can you paraphrase it for us?
I don't think so.
Is it dark?
Of course it's dark.
It's a suicide note.
All right, that's enough.
Doctor said to let him sleep.
What?!
Cover for us, will you, Dusty?
Yes. Yes, Royal.
You've made a cuckold of me.
I know.
Many times over.
I'm sorry.
And you nearly killed
your poor brother.
What's he talking about?
It doesn't matter.
She's balling Eli Cash.
Oh, my goodness.
May I have a cigarette?
What?
Shall I repeat the question?
You don't smoke.
I know that.
And a light.
Au revoir.
How long have you been
a smoker?
Well, I think you should quit.
How can I help?
Let me look at these forms.
Oh, Henry.
Richie Tenenbaum, please.
Your name?
Royal Tenenbaum.
are over, sir.
Wh-Wh-What does it say there...
they don't want me?
L- I'm sorry.
I have to refer you
to Dr. Burrows.
He'll be in
tomorrow afternoon.
that gutter
jump over that window ledge
and then, uh, pry open
that ventilator shaft.
There he is.
Richie!
Richie.
Where's he going?
Richie!
Well, I have to say
he didn't look half bad
for a suicide.
Attempted, anyway.
Thanks.
# Please #
# Please #
# Give me a second face #
# I've fallen far down #
# Now I just sit on the ground
in your way #
# Now #
# lfit's time
for recompense #
# For what's done... #
Who's there?
# Come #
# Come sit down
on the fence in the sun... #
Hello?
# And the clouds will roll by #
# And we'll never deny... #
W- What are you doing in my tent?
Just listening to some records.
Aren't you supposed to be
in the hospital?
How many stitches did you get?
I don't know.
You want to see?
# They seem to stay
for day after day #
# And won't disappear... #
Jesus.
Richie, that looks horrible.
I heard about your ex-husband.
Desmond?
I guess so.
I didn't get his name.
Yeah.
I met him in the ocean.
I was swimming
and he came out to me
in a canoe.
We were only married
nine days.
I know.
Poor Eli.
Anyway, they mostly
They did?
Yeah.
I guess that was the attraction,
if you know what I mean.
# And says don't worry... #
I have to tell you something.
What's that?
I love you.
I love you, too.
# There's no use tryin' #
# You're here #
# And o'er again #
# That's what she said
so softly... #
I can't stop thinking
about you.
I went away for a year,
and it only got worse
and I don't know
what to do.
Let's lie down for a minute.
# She smiled sweetly... #
This is the sleeping bag
we took to the museum,
isn't it.
Mm-hmm.
# Oh, no, no, no... #
Why'd you do it?
Because of me?
Yeah, but it's not your fault.
You're not going
to do it again, are you?
I doubt it.
# Where she came from... #
# lfit's gone #
# No one knows... #
I think we're just going
to have to be
secretly in love with each other
and leave it at that, Richie.
# Good-bye, Ruby Tuesday #
# Who could hang a name
on you? #
# When you change
with every new day #
# Still I'm gonna miss you... #
Lobby floor.
Thank you, sir.
Going up?
Yeah.
What floor, sir?
Doesn't matter.
So, you're
elevator operators now?
Yeah, just started.
We'll get a bump as soon
as we join the union.
What made you decide
to do that?
We're broke.
But in answer to your question
I wanted to prove
I could pay my dues,
and whatnot.
I just hope
somebody notices.
You asked me
why I choked out there that day.
I think I may know the answer
and I wanted your advice.
Sure.
Margot Tenenbaum?
Yeah.
Well, since when?
Since always.
Does she know?
Uh-huh.
Well, what does she feel
about that?
Well, I can understand that.
It's probably illegal.
I don't think so.
We're not related by blood.
That's true.
Still frowned upon.
But then, what isn't
these days, right?
I don't know, maybe it works.
Why not, what the hell.
You love each other.
Nobody knows
what's going to happen, so...
You know something.
Don't listen to me.
I never understood her myself.
I never understood any of us.
I wish I could tell you
what to do
but I just can't.
That's okay.
No, it's not.
your father?
Sure, I do.
I wish I had more to offer
in that department.
I know you do, Pop.
I don't blame you, by the way.
Uh, she's a
great-looking girl
and smart as a whip.
Mordecai.
# Stephanie says
that she wants to know #
# Why she's given
half her life #
# To people she hates now... #
Holy sh*t.
You came back.
Jiminy crickets.
That damn bird must
have radar in its brain.
Is that true, Mordecai?
L- I'm not so sure
this is Mordecai.
What do you mean?
He flew right in here.
This bird has much more
white feathers on him.
Oh, the son of a b*tch
must be molting.
Oh. I need your help
with something else.
You got it.
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