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: I wish you'd've done this for me when I was a kid. Richie
: But you didn't have a drug problem then. Eli
: Yeah, but it still would've meant a lot to me.
: Did you tell Margot about that letter I wrote to you? Eli
: Why? Did she mention it? Yes, I did. Why would have she repeated that, I wonder? Richie
: Well, I would ask you the same question. Eli
: Rightly so.
: What'd you say? Richie
: Hmm? Eli
: What? Richie
: I didn't say anything. Eli
: When? Right now?
: I'm sorry, don't listen to me. I'm on mescaline. I've been spaced out all day. Richie
: Did you say you're on mescaline? Eli
: I did, indeed. Very much so.
: I think he's very lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Maybe lonelier than he even realizes. Ethel
: Have you spoken to him about this? Richie
: Briefly. And he agreed that... Chas
: I'm sorry, maybe I'm a little confused here. What are you suggesting? Richie
: That he come here and stay in my room. Chas
: Are you out of your mind? Richie
: No. I'm not. Anyway I think he'd be much more comfortable here than at... Chas
: Who gives a shit? Richie
: I do. Chas
: You poor sucker. You poor, washed up papa's boy.
: Looks like you and Dad are back together again, huh. Richie
: He's your dad too, Chas. Chas
: No, he's not. Richie
: Yes, he is. Chas
: You really hate me, don't you? Richie
: No. I don't. I love you. Chas
: Well, I don't know what you think you're gonna get out of this, but believe me, whatever it is, it's not worth it. Richie
: 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. Chas
: Stop saying that!
: I have to tell you something... Margot
: What's that? Richie
: I love you. Margot
: I love you, too.
[Richie tells his father Royal he's in love with Margot, his adopted sister
: Margot Tenenbaum? Richie
: Yeah. Royal
: Well, since when? Richie
: Since always. Royal
: Does she know? Richie
: Uh-huh. Royal
: Well, what does she feel about that? Richie
: I think she feels confused. Royal
: Well, I can understand that, it's probably illegal! Richie
: I don't think so, we're not related by blood. Royal
: That's true. It's still frowned upon. But then, what isn't these days, right?
: Are we still friends? Eli
: What? Richie
: Are we? Eli
: Of course. How can you even ask me that? Richie
: Doesn't matter. Eli
: Doesn't matter? It does matter. Richie
: I heard about you and Margot. Eli
: [long pause
] I'm sorry.
[in a hospital ward
: Why did you try to kill yourself? Ethel
: Don't press him right now. Richie
: I wrote a suicide note. Chas
: You did? Richie
: Yeah. Right after I regained consciousness. Chas
: Can we read it? Richie
: No. Chas
: Can you paraphrase it for us? Richie
: I don't think so. Chas
: Is it dark? Richie
: Of course it's dark, it's a suicide note.
: First thing I want to do is take you out to see your grandmother, at some point. Richie
: I haven't been out there since I was 6. Margot
: I haven't been out there at all, I was never invited. Royal
: Well, she wasn't your real grandmother, and I never knew how much interest you had, uh, sweetie. Anyway, you're invited now. Richie
: You know, Rachael's buried out there too. Royal
: Who? Chas
: My wife. Royal
: Oh, that's right, isn't it. Well, we'll have to swing by her grave too.
[Chas slams his book shut and angrily walks out
: You dropped some cigarettes. Margot
: Those aren't mine. Richie
: They just fell out of your pocket.
: I'm worried about you, Richie. Richie
: Why? Eli
: 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. Richie
: Yeah. Eli
: And she's your sister. Richie
: You know, Richie, this illness, this closeness to death... it's had a profound affect on me. I feel like a different person, I really do. Richie
: Dad, you were never dying. Royal
: But I'm going to live.
: I'm going to kill myself tomorrow.
: So, what do you think of this big old black buck moving in up there? Richie
: Who? Royal
: Henry Sherman. You know him? Richie
: Yeah. Royal
: Is he worth a damn? Richie
: I believe so.
: [interviewing Eli Cash on television
] Now, your previous novel... Eli
: Yes, Wildcat. Peter Bradley
: Not a success. Why? Eli
: Well... Wildcat was written in a kind of obsolete vernacular...
[long pause as he starts to become spaced out
] Wildcat... wild... cat... pow... wildcat...
[he gets up
: I'm gonna go. I'm taking this off and I'm going. Stepping out. Royal
: [watching the television
] What the hell kind of way to act is that? Richie
: He's on drugs.
: [about Richie's suicide attempt
] Why'd you do it? Because of me? Richie
: Yeah, but it's not your fault. Margot
: You're not going to do it again, are you? Richie
: I doubt it.
[Margot starts to cry
: Read it back to me so far, Pietro. Cote d'Ivoire Radio Operator
: [speaks with an Italian accent, his words are shown in subtitles
] "Dear Eli, I'm in the middle of the ocean. I haven't left my room in four days. I've never been more lonely in my life, and I think I'm in love with Margot." Richie
: New paragraph.
: And I heard about Eli. Margot
: I know. Poor Eli. Anyway, we mostly just talked about you. Richie
: You did? Margot
: Yeah. I guess that was the attraction, if you know what I mean.
Young Chas Tenenbaum
: [about Margot's play
] Well, what'd you think, Dad? Royal
: Didn't seem believable to me.
: Why are you wearing pajamas? Do you live here? Young Richie Tenenbaum
: He has permission to sleep over. Young Chas Tenenbaum
: Well, did you at least think the characters were well developed? Royal
: What characters? This is a bunch of little kids dressed up in animal costumes. Young Margot Tenenbaum
: Good night, everyone. Royal
: Well, sweetie, don't be mad at me. That's just one man's opinion.
[Margot gets up and gathers her presents just as Ethel comes in with the birthday cake and everyone starts singing Happy Birthday, which trails off as she leaves the room. Ethel glares at Royal
: He had not been invited to any of their parties since.
[Royal is telling his children that he and their mother are splitting up
] Young Margot Tenenbaum
: Is it our fault? Royal
: No, no. Obviously, we made certain sacrifices as a result of having children, but no, Lord, no. Young Richie Tenenbaum
: Then why'd she ask you to leave? Royal
: I don't really know anymore. Maybe, uh, I wasn't as true to her as I could have been. Young Chas Tenenbaum
: Well, she said... Royal
: Let's just drop it, shall we, Chassie?
Young Richie Tenenbaum
: Go Mordecai!