Len and Company

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[projector whirring]

[Ian Dury and the Blackheads'

"Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick"]

[upbeat rock music]

II:

- I In the deserts of Sudan I

I And the gardens of Japan I

I From Milan I

I To Yucatan I

I Every woman, every man I

I Hit me with

your rhythm stick I

I HR me, m me I

I Je t'adore,

ich liebe dich I

I HR me, m me, m me I

I Hit me with

your rhythm stick I

I Hit me slowly,

hit me quick I

I HR me, m me, m me I

II:

I In the wilds I

I Of Borneo I

I And the vineyards I

I Of Bordeaux I

I Eskimo, Arapaho I

I Move their body to and fro I

II:

I Hit me with

your rhythm stick I

I HR me, m me I

I Das ist gut,

c'est fantastique I

I HR me, m me, m me I

I Hit me with

your rhythm stick I

I It's nice to be I

I A lunatic I

I HR me, m me, m me I

[lively saxophone solo]

II:

I HR me, m me, m I

II:

I In the dock of Tiger Bay I

I On the road to Mandalay I

I From Bombay to Santa Fe I

I Over hills I

[door slams]

- Hey, man,

can I borrow a tie?

- For what'?

- Mine has shit on it.

I got a job interview.

- Okay, you just,

uh, clean yours?

- No.

I'm too pressed for time.

Today's soccer,

plus I'm captain this week,

so I'm in charge

of bringing all the goals,

and fuckin' Agro Mike's

got a UTI.

- Uh, well,

they're in the top drawer.

- Thanks, man.

- Yeah.

- Wait, hey,

when are you coming back?

- I don't know.

I was thinking a couple days.

- All right.

Let me know how it goes.

- Yeah.

- All right, see you, man.

- All right.

- I never knew it was possible

to be so bored

and stressed at the same time.

[rock music playing on radio]

II:

- Yeah, no,

I'm halfway there now.

I'll just look it up

on my phone if/ get lost.

Don't Worry.

Yeah, no.

Well, then, I'll pull over.

Yeah, no.

It'll be fine.

Yeah, listen,

I don't want to get a ticket.

I don't want to get pulled over,

so I'll-I'll, uh-

I'll give you a call

when I get there.

Okay.

Yeah, no, Mom,

I know what he's like, okay?

You don't have to coach me.

All right, yeah.

No, I'm hanging up now.

AH right, bye.

[ethereal music]

II:

[water flowing]

[crows calling]

Hey.

Dad.

Len.

[sputtering]

Hello, Max.

- Uh, what are you doing?

- Fucking swimming.

What's it look like?

- The water's disgusting.

- No, it's not.

It's nature.

It's like swimming

in a pond with steps.

It's what man was meant

to swim in.

Besides, I think

the pool guy's quit.

- He quit?

Why?

- I don't know.

He just doesn't

come round anymore.

- Have you tried calling him?

- Yeah, well,

that's part of the problem.

Never been properly introduced.

Tessa used to take care

of all that shit.

He was a pissant, anyway,

always rushing around.

- I bet I could find him.

- Don't bother.

He's fired.

Cheeky fucking cunt bastard.

- [chuckles]

[clears throat]

- So, uh...

To what do I owe

the honor of this visit?

- I just thought

I'd check up on you,

see if you're okay.

I tried calling.

- I see you brought a bag.

- Yeah, I, uh-l thought

I'd stay for a couple of days.

Yeah, no one's heard from you

in a while, you know?

You must be cold.

- No, I'm not.

- I mean, you really got

the whole "Grey Gardens"

thing going.

I like it.

- Yeah, well, I wasn't

expecting any visitors.

[cell phone vibrates, beeps]

- Yeah.

- No phones up here.

- Are you serious?

- Don't want to see it.

. Okay"

- I want to hear myself think

for a change.

I mean it.

- So, uh, uh, when did you

break up with Tess?

- Awhile ago.

- What happened?

- She was an underfed coyote,

poor thing.

Time came for her

to go foraging.

- Man, I'm-l'm sorry

to hear that.

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