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Richie looks into the tent. Margot is sitting on the floor next to a record player smoking a cigarette. She has a Rolling Stones record in her hand. She looks startled.
RICHIE
What are you doing in my tent?
MARGOT
(hesitates)
Just listening to some records.
Margot puts out her cigarette. She seems worried.
MARGOT (CONT’D)
I thought you were supposed to be in the
hospital.
RICHIE
I checked myself out.
MARGOT
Well, shouldn’t you be on some kind of
suicide watch or something?
RICHIE
(pause)
Probably.
Richie goes into the tent and sits down Indian-style in front of Margot. Margot sighs. She puts on the Rolling Stones record. It plays quietly.
MARGOT
How many stitches did you get?
RICHIE
I don’t know. You want to see?
Margot nods. Richie unwraps one of his bandages. His arm is covered with jagged, crisscrossing stitches and dried blood. Margot looks stricken.
MARGOT
Jesus, Richie. That looks horrible.
Richie nods. He wraps the bandage back around his arm.
RICHIE
I heard about your ex-husband.
MARGOT
(pause)
Desmond?
RICHIE
(hesitates)
I guess so. I didn’t get his name.
MARGOT
Yeah. I met him in the ocean. I was
swimming, and he came out to me in a
canoe. We were only married for nine
days.
RICHIE
(nods)
And I heard about Eli.
MARGOT
(sighs)
I know. Poor Eli. Anyway, we mostly
just talked about you.
RICHIE
(surprised)
You did?
MARGOT
Yeah. I guess that was the attraction,
if you know what I mean.
Silence. Richie says quietly:
RICHIE
I have to tell you something.
CONTINUED: (2)
MARGOT
What’s that?
RICHIE
I love you.
MARGOT
(sadly)
I love you, too.
Richie kisses Margot on the mouth, and she kisses him back. She puts her hands on the back of his head. Richie pulls away from her and looks into her eyes.
RICHIE
I can’t stop thinking about you. I went
away for a year, and it only got worse.
I don’t know what to do.
MARGOT
Let’s lie down for a minute.
Richie lies down on the cot. Margot looks at his Boy Scout sleeping bag.
MARGOT (CONT’D)
This is the one we took to the museum,
isn’t it?
Richie nods. Margot sighs. She lies down next to Richie and puts her arm around his shoulder. She smooths back his hair. They listen to the music for a minute.
MARGOT (CONT’D)
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
(pause)
I doubt it.
Margot nods. She starts crying. She kisses Richie’s hand. Richie looks worried. Margot gets up and goes out of the tent. Richie sits alone for a minute. Margot looks back into the tent.
MARGOT
I think we’re just going to have to be
secretly in love with each other and
leave it at that, Richie.
CONTINUED: (3)
They look at each other for a long minute. Richie nods. Margot turns away and goes out the tent.
Richie picks up the stack of books off the table next to his cot. The book on top is Family of Geniuses. Then there are Margot’s books, Raleigh’s book, Henry’s book and Eli’s book. He spreads them out on the floor among his Matchbox cars and tennis trophies. A dalmation mouse appears and crawls among them. The record ends.
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Page 230 of The Royal Tenenbaums. It says “Chapter Eight.”