INT. DINING ROOM. DAY. Royal sits at the head of a long table.

He is surrounded by his children.
Chas is twelve, with curly hair, dressed in a black suit and tie. Margot is ten, with a barrette in her hair, wearing a knitted LaCoste dress and penny loafers. Richie is eight, with long hair, parted on the side, dressed in a Bjorn Borgstyle tennis outfit with a headband.

Chas wears a blank expression, Margot looks as if she is about to cry, and Richie has tears all over his face.

     MARGOT
     Are you getting divorced?

     ROYAL
     (gently)
     At the moment, no. But it doesn’t look good.

     RICHIE
     Do you still love us?

     ROYAL
     Of course, I do.

     CHAS
     (pointedly)
     Do you still love Mom?

     ROYAL
     Very much. But she asked me to leave, and I had to respect her position on the
     matter.

     MARGOT
     Was it our fault?
 
     ROYAL
     (long pause)
     No. Obviously, we had to make certain sacrifices as a result of having
     children, but no. Lord, no.


Guión: The Royal Tenenbaums.