(stringed glissando playing )
Shh.
* *
NARRATOR: Royal Tenenbaum bought the house on Archer Avenue
in the winter of his 35th year.
( instrumental "Hey Jude" plays )
Over the next decade
he and his wife had three children
and then they separated.
Are you getting divorced?
At the moment, no... but... it doesn't look good.
Do you still love us?
Of course I do.
Do you still love Mom?
Yes, very much, but your mother's asked me to leave
and I must respect her position on the matter.
Is it our fault?
No.
Obviously, we made certain sacrifices
as a result of having children, but, uh...
no, Lord, no.
Then why'd she ask you to leave?
I don't really know anymore.
Maybe, uh, I wasn't as true to her as I could've been.
Well, she said...
Let's just drop it
shall we, uh, Chassie?
NARRATOR: They were never legally divorced.
Thank you, Pagoda.
NARRATOR: Etheline Tenenbaum kept the house
and raised the children
and their education was her highest priority..
Yes, I'll hold, please.
Thank you.
I need $187.
Write yourself a check.
Bene. Si.
Grazie mille.
NARRATOR: She wrote a book on the subject.
-Chas, Chas! -Richie!
Uh, the gentleman in the blue cardigan, please.
Thank you. I have a two-part question.
Go ahead.
NARRATOR: Chas Tenenbaum had, since elementary school
taken most of his meals in his room
standing up at his desk with a cup of coffee
to save time.
( "Hey, Jude" continuing )
In the sixth grade, he went into business
breeding Dalmatian mice
which he sold to a pet shop in Little Tokyo.
He started buying real estate in his early teens
and seemed to have an almost preternatural understanding
of international finance.
He negotiated the purchase of his father's summer house
on Eagle's Island.
ROYAL: Hold it, Chassie.
Hold it right there.
What are you doing? You're on my team.
( chuckles )
There are no teams.
( groans )
( laughing )
NARRATOR: The BB was still lodged between two knuckles
in Chas's left hand.
Margot Tenenbaum was adopted at age two.
Her father had always noted this when introducing her.
This is my adopted daughter Margot Tenenbaum.
NARRATOR: She was a playwright, and won a Braverman Grant of $50,000
in the ninth grade.
She and her brother Richie ran away from home one winter
and camped out
in the African wing of the public archives.
( camera shutter clicking )
Hi, Eli.
You said I could run aw2ay, too.
No, I didn't, and don't tell anyone you saw2 us.
NARRATOR: They shared a sleeping bag
and survived on crackers and root beer.
Fouryears later
Margot disappeared alone for two weeks
and came back with half a finger missing.
Richie Tenenbaum had been a champion tennis player
since the third grade.
Do you copy, Anonymous?
NARRATOR: He turned pro at 17
and won the U.S. Nationals three years in a row.
He kept a studio in the corner of the ballroom
but had failed to develop as a painter.
Up... up...
right...
perfect.
Pagoda?
NARRATOR: On weekends
Royal took him on outings around the city..
( yelling )
( dogs barking )
Put it out there.
NARRATOR: These invitations
were never extended to anyone else.
( laughing )
Richie's best friend, Eli Cash, lived with his aunt
in the building across the street.
He was a regular fixture at family gatherings
holidays, mornings before school, and most afternoons.
The three Tenenbaum children performed Margot's first play
on the night of her 11th birthday.
( doorbell rings )
They had agreed
to invite their father to the party..
What'd you think, Dad?
Mmm... didn't seem believable to me.
Why are you wearing pajamas?
Do you live here?
He has permission to sleep over.
Well, did you at least think
the characters were well-developed?
What characters?
This is a bunch of little kids, uh
dressed up in animal costumes.
Good night, everyone.
Well, sweetie...
don't be mad at me.
That's just one man's opinion.
CHlLDREN: * Happy birthday to you *
* Happy birthday to you... *
NARRATOR: He had not been invited to any of their parties since.
In fact, virtually all memory
of the brilliance of the young Tenenbaums
had been erased
by two decades of betrayal, failure, and disaster.
Go, Mordecai.
( "Hey Jude" plays )
* Na, na, na *
* Na-na-na-na *
* Hey Jude *
* Na, na, na *
* Na-na-na-na... *
( "Hey Jude" fades )
( classical music playing )
* *
( shutter clicks )
I've been instructed
to refuse any further charges on your room account
and to direct you, in writing
to please vacate the premises by the end of the month.
What about Sing-Sang?
I owe her $100.
NARRATOR: Royal had lived in the Lindbergh Palace Hotel
for 22 years.
( keyboard clacking )
Can you pay her in cash?
Uh-uh.
NARRATOR: He was a prominent litigator until the mid '80s
when he was disbarred and briefly imprisoned.
No one in his family had spoken to him in three years.
Read it back to me so far, Pietro.
New paragraph.
NARRATOR: Richie had retired
from professional tennis at 26.
His last match had been widely discussed in the media.
( tennis ball hits racquet, bounces on court)
( applause )
"Your friend Richie." End of letter.
NARRATOR: For the past year, he had been traveling alone
on an ocean liner called the Cote d'lvoire
and had seen both poles, five oceans
the Amazon and the Nile.
"The crickets and the rust beetles scuttled
"among the nettles of the sage thicket.
"'Vamanos, amigos, ' he whispered
"and threw the busted-leather flint crawl
"over the loose weave of the saddle cock
and they rode on in the friscalating dusk light."
( applause )
NARRATOR: Eli was an assistant professor
of English literature at Brooks College.
The recent publication of his second novel...
( horses galloping, gunfire, shouting )
...had earned him a sudden, unexpected literary celebrity..
Well, everyone knows Custer died at Little Bighorn.
What this book presupposes is... maybe he didn't.
Let me ask you something.
Why would a review make the point of saying
someone's not a genius?
You think I'm especially not a genius?
I know w...
You didn't even have to think about it, did you?
Well, I just don't use that word lightly.
( knocking on door)
I have to go, Eli.
( knocking on door)
MAN: Margot?
Uh-huh.
May I come in, please?
( water running )
( squeaking )
How are you, my darling?
NARRATOR: Margo was married to the writer and neurologist
Raleigh St. Clair.
( gulls cawing )
I'm fine, thank you.
You need to eat something.
May I make you dinner?
No, thank you.
( tapping prosthetic finger)
NARRATOR: She was known for her extreme secrecy.
For example, none of the Tenenbaums knew
she was a smoker, which she had been since the age of 12.
Nor were they aware of her first marriage
and divorce to a recording artist in Jamaica.
She kept a private studio in Mockingbird Heights
under the name "Helen Scott. "
She had not completed a play in seven years.
17 October, third examination of Dudley Heinsbergen.
All right, Dudley
make yours like mine.
( clicks )
NARRATOR: Raleigh's next book was on the subject
of a condition he called "Heinsbergen Syndrome. "
Where's that red one
going to go?
Done.
Good.
Very good.
( chuckles )
My goodness.
How interesting. How bizarre.
Dudley suffers from a rare disorder
combining symptoms of amnesia, dyslexia
and color blindness.
He has a highly acute sense of hearing.
There is also evidence of...
I'm not color blind, am l?
I'm afraid you are.
( watch ticking )
( alarm blaring )
Ari, fire alarm! Let's go!
Out you go!
Let's go!
Uzi, emergency! Let's go!
Uzi... what did I just say?!
Look alive!
Fire!
NARRATOR: Chas's wife Rachael
was killed in a plane crash the previous summer.
What about Buckley?
It's too late. You forgot him.
Buckley! Buckley!
No elevator! There's a fire.
Go, go!
Go, go, go, go, go! Go, go, go, go, go!
NARRATOR: Chas and their two sons, Ari and Uzi
were also on the flight and survived
as did their dog
who was discovered in his cage
several thousand yards from the crash site.
( clicks )
Four minutes, 48 seconds.
We're all dead, burnt to a crisp.
NARRATOR: Over the last six months
he had become increasingly concerned with their safety..
We left Buckley.
It doesn't matter.
NARRATOR: Etheline became an archaeologist
and had overseen excavations
for the Department of Housing and the Transit Authority..
Apropos of my question
regarding l-40 slash l-9 adjustments...
um...
( clears throat)
NARRATOR: She taught a bridge class twice a week
with herfriend and business manager, Henry Sherman.
( calculator clicking )
It would probably be advantageous
for your marital status
to be legally established as single
in light of the circumstances.
What do you mean?
I mean for tax purposes.
But I thought...
-Etheline... -Yes?
Will you marry me?
I...
I love you, uh...
Did you already know that?
No, I didn't.
Since herseparation from her husband
she had had many suitors...
...but had not considered a single one until this moment.
This isn't really a tax issue, is it?
That's true, uh...
I don't know why I put it that way.
Let me think about it, Henry.
Hello. Please tell Mr. Royal this is the Pagoda.
( bell dings )
Lobby.
Thank you, Dusty.
You're welcome.
Good morning, Jerry.
Hmm...
Oh, there's a call for you, Mr. Tenenbaum.
Who is it, Frederick?
A Mr. Pagoda.
( phone ringing )
What do you got?
The black man asked her to be his wife.
No shit?
What did Ethel say?
She think about it.
I don't like the sound of this one damn bit, Pagoda.
I mean... Lord knows
I've had my share of infidelities
but she's still my wife.
And no damn two-bit, chartered accountant
is going to change that.
Hi.
Hey, Pagoda, give us a hand, huh?
( classical music plays )
( door closes )
( footsteps )
Chas?
What's going on?
We got locked out of our apartment.
Did you call a locksmith?
Uh-huh.
Well, I don't understand.
Did you pack your bags before you got locked out
or how did you...?
It's not safe over there.
Excuse me for a moment.
What are you talking about?
The apartment.
I have to get some new sprinklers
and a backup security system installed.
But there are no sprinklers here, either.
Well, we might have to do something about that, too.
Okay.
Isn't this fun, huh?
Isn't this great?
Feels like we're camping.
When are we going home?
Huh?
Hey, look at this.
( chuckles )
Pretty cool, huh?
* Who am I supposed to be? *
Who put that in here?
*...Look at me *
* What am I supposed to be? *
Okay.
Well, I will see you boys in the morning.
-Good night. -Good night.
Good night.
* Look at me *
You know what?
I think I'm going to sleep in here with you.
That way...
( grunts )
...we can all be together.
( sighs )
* Oh, my love *
* Oh. *
What kind of side effects can be expected?
Well, there are a number of possibilities.
Severe nausea and dizziness are standard.
A certain percentage of patients may also experience seizure.
You mean, like flopping around on the floor and everything?
In some cases.
( sighs )
( knocking )
You have a visitor, my darling.
MARGOT: Who is it?
It's me, sweetie.
( water splashing )
Raleigh says you've been spending six hours a day
Iocked in here, watching television
and soaking in the tub.
I doubt that.
I don't think that's very healthy, do you?
Nor do I think it's very intelligent
to keep an electrical gadget on the edge of the bathtub.
I tie it to the radiator.
Well, it can't be very good for your eyes, anyway.
Chas came home.
What do you mean?
He and Ari and Uzi are going to stay
with me for a little while.
Why are they allowed to do that?
I don't know exactly
but I think he's been very depressed.
So am l.
So are you, what?
But why is this necessary?
'Cause I'm in a rut, and I need a change.
Hang on.
( Vince Guaraldi Trio's
"Christmas Time is Here" playing )
ETHELlNE: Taxi!
That cab has a dent in it.
You don't love me anymore, do you?
I do, kind of.
I can't explain it right now.
Another dent here, and another dent here.
( horn honks )
I'll call you, okay?
* *
Hello.
Hello?
Hello, beautiful.
Got a minute?
( gasps )
What are you doing here?
Uh, I need a favor.
I want to spend some time with you and the children.
Are you crazy?
Well, wait a minute, damn it!
Stop following me.
Well, I want my family back.
Well, you can't have it.
I'm sorry for you, but it's too late.
Well, listen...
Baby, I'm dying.
Yeah, I'm-I'm sick as a dog.
I'll be dead in six weeks.
I'm dying.
What are you talking about?
What's happening?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't know.
( sobbing ): Well, what'd they say?
What is the prognosis?
Take it easy, Ethel.
Now, hold-hold on, baby, hold on.
Hold on, okay?
( hysterical sobbing )
Ethel, hold on, hold on.
Where is the doctor?
Don't... Well, just...
W-Wait a second now.
Wait a second.
Okay, uh, listen, I'm not dying...
but I need some time.
A month or so, okay?
I want us... I want us to-to...
What's wrong with you?!
Damn!
Ethel.
Are you crazy?!
Ethel, baby...
I am dying.
Are you or aren't you?
What? Dying?
Yeah.
Have you told your children?
More or less.
And are they all right?
It's hard to say.
Who's your father?
His name is Royal Tenenbaum.
You told us he was already dead.
Yeah, well, now he's really dying.
-Ready. -Print it.
I am very sorry, Margo.
That's okay.
We're not actually related, anyway.
True.
I'd like to send a response, please.
MAN: Yes, sir, go ahead.
Dear Mom:
I received your message.
I'm coming home as soon as possible.
Who do I see about that?
NARRATOR: The ship's porter arranged for Richie to disembark at Halifax
and transfer to a third-class state room
on board the Queen Helena
destined for the Eastern seaboard.
His trunks would not arrive for another 1 1 days.
Hey, Baumer.
Do you mind if we get a picture with you?
Not at all.
NARRATOR: He had made a request for his usual escort
the one from his days on the circuit
to meet him at the pier by way of the Green Line bus.
Hi.
NARRATOR: As always, she was late.
( upbeat guitar strumming )
* I've been out walking *
* I don't do too much talking these days *
* These days *
* These days I seem to think a lot *
* About the things that I forgot to do... *
* And other times, l... *
Stand up straight.
Let me get a look at you.
What's so funny?
Well it's nice to see you, too.
NARRATOR: That night, Etheline found all of her children
Iiving together under the same roof
for the first time in 17 years.
Where's your dad?
NARRATOR: The next morning, Richie woke at dawn.
He had decided birds should not be kept in cages
fed Mordecai three sardines, and set him free.
( doorbell chimes )
I've missed the hell out of you, my darlings.
Well, you know that, though, don't you?
I hear you're dying.
So they tell me.
I'm sorry.
Well, I've had a good run.
You don't look so sick, Dad.
Thank you.
What have you got?
I've got a pretty bad case of cancer.
( Chas yawning ): How long you going to last?
Not long.
A month, a year?
About six weeks.
Let me get to the point.
The three of you and your mother are all I've got
and I love you more than anything.
CHAS: Ho-ho!
-Ho-ho. -Chas, let me
finish here.
Now, I've got six weeks to set things right with you
and I aim to do it.
Will you give me a chance?
No.
You speak
for everyone?
I speak for myself.
Well, you've made your views known.
Let somebody else do some of the talking now.
What do you propose to do?
I can't say, really.
Um, make up for lost time, I suppose.
First thing I want to do is
take you out to see your grandmother, at some point.
I haven't been out there since I was six.
I haven't been out there at all.
I was never invited.
Well, she wasn't your real grandmother
and I never knew how much interest you had, uh, sweetie.
Anyway, you're invited now.
Thanks.
RlCHlE: You know, Rachael's buried
out there, too.
Who?
My wife.
Oh, that's right, isn't it?
Well, we'll have to swing by her grave, too.
Uh, I'll be right back.
Chas.
Can I see my grandsons?
Why?
Because I finally want to meet them.
( sighing )
Don't give me that guff.
I think we'll pass.
Pagoda...
where's my Havelina?
I'll say good-night to you now, children.
Dad.
Thank you, my sweet boy.
I'll contact you in the next 12 hours
with further instructions.
Look at that old
grizzly bear.
Hello, Ethel.
Good evening, sir.
Hold the cab, will you, driver?
Royal, this is Henry Sherman.
Hey, lay it on me, man.
How do you do?
Not too well. I'm dying.
( upbeat music playing on radio )
How's Richie?
I don't know.
I can't tell.
Yeah, me neither.
He wrote me a letter.
He says he's in love with you.
What are you talking about?
That's what he said.
I don't know how we're supposed to take it.
Hang on.
( male vocalistsinging on radio )
( buzzer sounds )
MAN: Hello.
Sugar, it's Eli.
Hey, baby, give me a second.
What are we doing, Eli?
Oh, I just got to pick something up.
Don't repeat that, by the way.
About Richie.
It was told to me in confidence, and, you know...
( lock buzzes )
Good.
Now just remove the loose soil
and note the decomposition levels.
I'm sorry to interrupt your work.
Don't be silly.
Come on.
I just want to apologize for the other day
when I proposed to you.
Why?
I thought it was very sweet.
I know I'm not as accomplished as some of the men
you've been involved with.
Uh, Franklin Benedict, General Cartwright,
and your ex-husband.
Oh, that's ridiculous.
But, but, I feel...
I can offer just as much as them.
I know I went about it backwards, but...
Henry, I have no interest in Franklin Benedict
or Doug Cartwright-- I never did--
and as far as Royal's concerned, he's the most...
Henry?
Henry, are you all right?
Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.
Anyway, let me know when you make up your mind.
Henry, wait a second.
I'm sorry, I'm very nervous.
Th-That's okay.
Oh, thank you.
Why are you so nervous?
Well, to tell you the truth
I haven't slept with a man in 18 years.
* Dah-dah-dum *
* Dah-dah, dah-dah, dah, dah-dum *
* Dah-dah, dah-dah-dah *
( giggling ) * Dah-dah, dah-dah, dah... *
* La-dah-dah-dah-dah, dah-dah... *
( whistling )
* Lah-dah-dah-dah-dah, dah-dah... *
( Royal whistles )
* Dah-dah, dah-dah-dah-dah... *
* Dah, dah-dah-dah, dah, dee... *
* Dah, dah-dah-dah-dah, dah-dah-dah... *
* Dah-dah, dah-dah... *
That's a hell of an old hound dog you got there.
What's he go by?
Buckley.
Buckley, sit.
You know who I am?
I'm Royal.
Have you heard of me?
I'm very sorry for your loss.
Your mother was a terribly attractive woman.
Thank you.
Which one are you?
Ari.
Uzi, I'm your granddad.
Hello.
I'm sorry we haven't gotten to know each other.
I don't get invited around very much.
What do you think of that, by the way?
Oh, you...
you don't have to say anything.
It's kind of a "fuck you" to the old man, I guess.
How's your daddy?
Fine.
You think so, huh?
How often has he got you working out?
16 times a week.
Do me a favor.
Tell him you want to meet me.
But we just met.
No, we didn't.
Look, I'd like us to have a relationship
but we have to pull some strings to make it happen.
Now, here's what you tell him. You say...
ARl: Well, I bet Mom would have wanted us
to meet him before he died.
Wouldn't she?
Don't you think?
She was a tough old broad, wasn't she?
I wouldn't know.
Excuse me. Come on.
Oh, that's right.
We've got another body buried here, haven't we?
Uh, hold on.
Take some of these.
Come on.
So what do you think of this big, old black buck
moving in up there?
Who?
Henry Sherman.
You know him?
Yeah.
Is he worth a damn?
I believe so.
What happened to your finger?
Uzi, shh.
It's okay, I'll tell you.
I'm adopted. Did you know that?
Well, I am.
When I was 14, I went to find my real family.
They live in lndiana.
All right, now, just set one of them hickory trunks
right up top there, sister Maggie.
( gasps )
Did you try to sew it back on?
Wasn't worth it.
Hell of a damn grave.
Wish it were mine.
It's a shame, isn't it?
What?
Well, you probably had another good two or three years
of competitive play in you.
Probably.
I had a lot riding on that match, you know.
Financially and personally.
Why did you choke out there that day, Baumer?
TENNlS ANNOUNCER: Mr. Gandhi leads 40-15.
( crowd reacts )
COMMENTATOR: That's 72 unforced errors
for Richie Tenenbaum.
He's playing the worst tennis of his life.
What's he feeling right now, Tex Hayward?
HAYWARD: I don't know, Jim.
There's obviously something wrong with him.
He's taken off his shoes and one of his socks
and... actually, I think he's crying.
COMMENTATOR: I think you're right.
Who's he looking at in the friends' box, Tex?
HAYWARD: That's his sister, Margot
and her new husband, Raleigh St. Clair.
They were just married yesterday, Jim.
COMMENTATOR: Oh, yes.
( crowd reacts )
COMMENTATOR: I've never seen anything like this.
HAYWARD: Neither have l.
Strange day out here at Windswept Fields.
I kind of disappeared after that, didn't l?
Yeah.
But I understood.
I know you're not very good with disappointment.
You still got that little BB
in your hand, Chassie?
( chuckling softly)
Why did you shoot me?
It was the object of the game, wasn't it?
No.
We were on the same team.
Were we?
Well... you sued me.
Twice. Got me disbarred.
I don't hold it against you, do l?
And how is it possible
for Mr. Tenenbaum to withdraw2 these funds
without your written authorization?
Objection, Your Honor. Damn it, l...
Why don't you leave the objections to me, Royal?
Because I started the corporation when I was a minor.
So, my father was the primary signatory
on most of my accounts.
He also stole bonds
out of my safety deposit box when I was 14.
( chuckles uncomfortably)
You think you could start forgiving me?
Why should l?
Because you're hurting me.
Come on.
Were you in prison?
Kind of.
Minimum security.
I got jacked by the lRS.
Should we split?
Yes, sir.
No, call me Mr. Tenenbaum.
Okay.
No, I'm kidding; call me Pappy.
Okay.
Come on, let's shag ass.
Well, just let me know
ifyou need somebody to talk to, okay?
I like Raleigh very much.
I know he's a lot older than you are
and you two are having some problems
but... anyway, maybe I can help.
Okay. Thanks.
Hey, Baumer! All right!
All right! Ha! Oh, shit! Oh, Jesus.
By the way, I heard about that letter you sent to Eli.
You dropped some cigarettes.
Those aren't mine.
They just fell out ofyour pocket.
Oh, my Lord, look at you.
Come in.
Did you tell Margot
about that letter I wrote to you?
Why? Did she mention it?
( sighing )
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.
( cork pops )
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 bitch.
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 ofyour mind?
No, I'm not. Anyway, I think that
he'd be much more comfortable here than he would...
Who gives a shit?
I do.
You poor sucker.
You poor, washed-up papa's boy.
SHERMAN: 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!
ARl: We don't mind, Dad.
We like him.
UZl: 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 l... I guess you can wake him up and throw him out...
if Mom says it's okay.
( monitor beeping )
Get out.
( grunting ): All right.
Let me just collect my things.
( groans )
Would you mind handing me my cane, Richie?
Let me see, where's my suitcases?
I'll get 'em.
Oh, thanks.
( grunting ): Oh!
Dad!
( groans )
Mom!
Grab me a Nembutal, will you, son?
Are you okay?
What the fuck you care?
ETHELlNE: Oh, my goodness.
ROYAL: Pagoda?
Call Doctor McClure.
( monitorflatlines )
( moans )
Take a breath and hold it.
( inhales )
Now cough.
( coughs weakly)
His condition is stable.
The attack was just a side effect.
I recommend you push fluids
and continue the stomach cancer medication.
( pager beeping )
CHAS: 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.
( acoustic guitarplays soft, slow melody)
* Tears that angels cry... *
( loud slurping )
* 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 oneyou 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, asshole!
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.
( sighs )
That's ridiculous.
( tapping )
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.
ROYAL: 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 of it.
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.
RALElGH: Richard, I know you're terribly close to Margot
and probably understand her better than anyone.
May I confide in you?
( sighs )
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.
CHAS: Let's look at the actuals, okay?
I agree with you a hundred percent.
That's why we have marketing grids.
ROYAL: 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
Iike a pair ofjackrabbits, Etheline.
He has his reasons.
Oh, I know that
but you can't raise boys to be scared of life.
You got to brew some recklessness into them.
I think that's terrible advice.
No, you don't.
ARl: 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 *
( all yelling )
* 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 law2 *
Go!
* It was against the law2 *
( all laughing )
* What the mama saw2, it was against the law2 *
( chuckling )
* The mama looked down and spit on the ground *
* Ev'ry time my name gets mentioned *
* The papa said, "Oy, if I 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, the Queen of Corona... *
Come here.
* See you, me and Julio * -That's it! Run!
* Down by the schoolyard *
* See you, me and Julio down by the schoolyard. *
( whistling melody)
( laughing )
( giggling )
Whoo-hoo!
Yippee!
He saved my life, you know.
30 years ago, I was knifed in a bazaar in Calcutta.
He carried me to the hospital on his back.
( chuckling )
Who stabbed you?
He did.
Yeah, there was a price on my head
and he was a hired assassin.
Stuck me right in the gut with that. Shoot.
( all yelling )
( dogs barking, snarling )
CHAS: Hey!
What?
Where have you been?
Uh, we just stepped out to get some air.
What's that?
Holy shit.
That's not...?
What is that?
Oh, no, no, that's, uh, dog's blood.
Come here.
What?
You stay aw2ay from my children.
Do you understand?
My God, I haven't been in here for years.
Hey! Are you listening to me!
( yelling ): Yes, I am!
I think you've having a nervous breakdown!
I don't think you recovered
from Rachael's death.
I...
( door slams )
There you are.
( chuckling )
How are you feeling?
I'm having a ball.
Scrapping and yelling and mixing it up.
Loving every minute with this damn crew.
I want to thank you for raising our children
by the way.
Okay.
I'm not kidding.
You always put them first, didn't you?
I tried to.
Lately I feel like maybe I didn't do such a great job.
Goddamn it, don't do that to yourself.
I'm the one that failed them.
Or, anyway, it's nobody's fault.
Plus, that-- it doesn't...
Why didn't you give a damn about us, Royal?
Why didn't you care?
I don't know.
I'm ashamed of myself.
I'll tell you one thing, though...
you got more grit, fire and guts
than any woman I have ever met.
What... what are you smiling about?
Nothing.
No, wha... what's so funny?
Nothing.