Миллионер из трущоб. Сценарий (англ.)
I have your autograph, oh, holy
Amitabh!
MOTHER
Here it comes!
Water comes bubbling through a hose and Jamal’s mother
hoses down her ecstatic son.
23 EXT. JUHU SLUM. NIGHT. 23
Not far away, Salim wanders to Mister Chi’s stall. He
glances around to make sure everybody is glued to the
hindi film on Mister Chi’s tv and surreptitiously slips
Mister Chi the signed flyer. Mister Chi takes a look
and gives Salim a small wad of rupees. He sticks the
money in his pocket, slinks away.
24 EXT. JUHU SLUM. NIGHT. 24
A tear-stained Jamal is furiously trying to batter
Salim, but Salim’s extra strength and height means that
he can keep Jamal at bay with one hand, Jamal’s
flailing fists punching thin air.
JAMAL
Sala! Sala!
Salim’s laughter only makes Jamal cry harder.
25 INT. INSPECTOR’S OFFICE. NIGHT. 25
Close on the tv screen in the Inspector’s office. Prem
ponders Jamal’s choice. Presses a button on his
computer.
PREM V/O
You chose A- Amitabh Bacchan.
Guess what? You just won one
thousand rupees!
Applause on screen. The Inspector looks at Jamal. Jamal
shrugs.
JAMAL
You don’t have to be a genius.
CONSTABLE SRINIVAS
I knew it was Amitabh.
JAMAL
Like I said.
Constable Srinivas twists Jamal’s arm behind his back,
evincing a squeal of pain from Jamal.
15.
22 CONTINUED: 22
JAMAL (CONT’D)
(CONTINUED)
JAMAL (CONT’D)
(squealing)
He’s the most famous man in
India…!
The Inspector stares at Jamal, turns back to the tv
where Prem is asking the next question.
PREM O/S
For four thousand rupees….the
national emblem of India is a
picture of three lions. What is
written underneath? Is it…
26 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT. 26
PREM
…A) The truth alone triumphs.
B) Lies alone triumph. C)
Fashion alone triumphs. D) Money
alone triumphs.
Prem shoots a mock puzzled look out to the audience
eliciting giggles from them.
PREM (CONT’D)
What do we think, Jamal? The
most famous phrase in our
country’s history. Maybe you
want to phone a friend?
Laughter from the audience. The studio lights bear down
on Jamal. a drop of sweat trickles down his forehead.
Prem is loving his discomfort.
PREM (CONT’D)
Or Ask the Audience? I have a
hunch they might just know the
answer. What do we think?
He gestures expansively at his audience. Oh, they love
him.
JAMAL
Yes.
PREM
(startled)
Yes?
JAMAL
Ask the audience.
Prem whistles. Raises his eyes at the audience.
PREM
Well, you’re the contestant,
Jamal.
16.
25 CONTINUED: 25
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
Put the poor man out of his
misery, Ladies and Gentlemen.
Press your key-pad now.
The lights dim. Portentous music.
27 INT. INSPECTOR’S OFFICE. DAY. 27
The Inspector presses pause. Sighs.
INSPECTOR
So, Jamal. My five-year-old
daughter knows the answer to
that, but you don’t. Strange for
a millionaire genius. What
happened? Your accomplice nip
out for a piss, did he? Or did
he just not cough loud enough?
Silence. Constable Srinivas kicks Jamal’s chair.
CONSTABLE SRINIVAS
The Inspector asked you a
question.
JAMAL
How much is bhelpuri at Jeevan’s
stall on Chowpatty Beach?
INSPECTOR
What?
JAMAL
One bhelpuri. How much?
CONSTABLE SRINIVAS
(can’t help
himself)
Ten rupees.
JAMAL
Wrong. Fifteen since Divali. Who
stole Constable Varma’s bicycle
outside Dadar Station last
Thursday?
INSPECTOR
(amused)
You know who that was?
JAMAL
Everyone in Juhu knows that.
Even five year-olds.
Despite himself, the Inspector laughs. Then leans in.
17.
26 CONTINUED: 26
PREM (CONT’D)
(CONTINUED)
INSPECTOR
I’ll give you five hundred
rupees if you just admit it. You
go home, I go home. Everybody
happy.
Jamal just stares back.
INSPECTOR (CONT’D)
No, you want to go back on the
programme and win twenty million
rupees, don’t you?
JAMAL
Wouldn’t you?
28 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT. 28
PREM
The audience has chosen. And,
whaddya know? Ninety-nine
percent of them think the answer
is A). The truth alone triumphs.
What do we think, Jamal? A
hundred percent would have made
me a little more reassured,
maybe….
Prem shrugs, makes a show of examining his computer.
Suddenly fixes him with his eyes.
PREM (CONT’D)
Are you married, Jamal?
JAMAL
No.
PREM
Well, don’t despair, there’s
someone out there who thinks our
national motto is “Fashion alone
triumphs”. You two could be very
well matched.
Audience laughter.
29 INT. GALLERY. NIGHT. 29
The Director is shaking his head.
DIRECTOR
What the bloody hell is he
playing at? He’s way off
script…
VISION MIXER
Split up with his girl-friend.
18.
27 CONTINUED: 27
(CONTINUED)
DIRECTOR
Which one?
VISION MIXER
All three, I heard. Nita as
well. Back with the wife. She’s
pregnant again.
DIRECTOR
Oh, God, that’s all we need….
VISION MIXER
Oh, for Sharukh Khan…Stand by
white out.
30 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT. 30
PREM
…won four thousand rupees!
Music, lights, applause.
PREM (CONT’D)
One more question before the
commercial break. What will our
Call Centre Assistant do next?
The lights dim. Prem presses his computer.
PREM (CONT’D)
Religion! Interesting. For
sixteen thousand rupees,
in depictions of the God Ram, he
is famously holding what in his
right hand? Is it A) a flower.
B) a scimitar. C) a child or D)
a bow and arrow?
31 EXT. DHOBI. JUHU SLUM. DAY. 31
Right next to the railway lines is a pond of dirty
water surrounded by shacks in which dozens of women are
washing clothes. Trains flash past only feet away from
them. Down the other end of the pond, nine-year old
Jamal and Salim are splashing noisily with some other
children. Jamal’s mother pauses in her scrubbing, wipes
sweat from her forehead and gazes up at the leaden sky.
JAMAL AND SALIM’S MOTHER
It’s going to come. Today. I can
feel it.
The woman next to her nods.
WOMAN
Hope so. My head is exploding.
19.
29 CONTINUED: 29
(CONTINUED)
MOTHER
Yes. We need rain.
Jamal is trying to intercept the ball that Salim and
Krishna are throwing to each other. He’s not having
much success. The ball flies overhead again from Salim
to Krishna. Jamal dives for it, misses and goes
underwater. When he comes up for air, he shakes his
head, clearing his ears of water. Then he stops,
listens. Shakes his head again. Definitely something
strange. Thunder? Salim and Krishna are trading
catches, unaware that anything has changed. But Jamal’s
mother has heard it too. The faintest sound of
shouting, roaring. The wave of noise is still faint but
getting louder. A frozen moment broken by:
MOTHER (CONT’D)
Run! Jamal, Salim, run!
Everybody stares at her. A train speeds through as she
continues to shout, her words lost beneath the
thundering train.
MOTHER (CONT’D)
Go! Run!
The train goes through, the last carriage flying past
suddenly opening up the sight of a wall of rioting men
wielding clubs, scythes, metal bars. They come
screaming across the railway tracks.
SALIM
Krishna, quick!
Salim holds out his hand to Krishna who is wading with
difficulty through the water.
KRISHNA
No way! You’re a bloody Muslim.
Get away from me!
The rioters leap the tracks and are upon them.
KRISHNA (CONT’D)
They’re Muslims! Him and him!
MOTHER
Go!
Salim and Jamal scramble out and retreat into the
lanes. Salim turns to see his Mother felled by a
rioter. She is surrounded by screaming, chanting men
who rain blows down on her. Jamal runs back and drags
Salim down an alley. As they head down the alley, they
get glimpses of burning houses, fleeing women, a threeyear
old boy in a doorway, painted entirely in garish
blue. He stares at them. In his hand, he is carrying a
bow and arrow. An eleven-year old girl dressed only in
a pair of pants runs after them.
20.
31 CONTINUED: 31
(CONTINUED)
She has two bleeding red gashes on her back. They turn
a corner and head towards some vans full of police.
Jamal sees Mister Nandha, the school teacher, stops.
JAMAL
Salim!
Then Mister Nandha starts walking towards him. An oasis
of calm in the chaos. Jamal looks at him with relief.
JAMAL (CONT’D)
Mister Nandha.
Mister Nandha smiles, walks towards them.
MISTER NANDHA
Ram nam satya hai, Babri Masjid
dhvasth hai.
JAMAL
Mister Nandha?
MISTER NANDHA
We have destroyed your mosque.
Now, the followers of Ram will
drive you dogs out of our city.
From behind his back he produces a knife and runs
towards Jamal, screaming.
MISTER NANDHA (CONT’D)
Ram has returned to his temple!
Ram has returned!
They flee, but Jamal turns, sees the girl, frozen. He
chases back a few steps, hauls her arm. The spell
broken, and they are off.
32 INT. STREET. EVENING. 32
They reach the safety of the police vans. But inside
the vans, the police are smoking, laughing, playing
cards. Down the street, a man comes whirling out of a
doorway, his hair on fire. He falls into the middle of
the street and is engulfed by rioters. Unperturbed, the
police continue to chat. Salim and Jamal look on,
horrified. Then one of the police men turns, looks at
them. Is interested. Motions to a colleague. Puts out
his cigarette with purpose.
JAMAL
Let’s go, bhai.
Salim and Jamal run. The girl follows.
21.
31 CONTINUED: (2) 31
33 EXT. MUMBAI. EVENING. 33
Salim and Jamal stand on a hill overlooking the city.
Black smoke billows from a large area that is clearly
the Juhu slum. Standing a little way off is the girl.
JAMAL
We should go back.
Silence.
JAMAL (CONT’D)
See if Ama-
Salim shakes his head fiercely, silencing Jamal for a
moment. But only a moment.
JAMAL (CONT’D)
What about Jeevan Chacha?
Salim shakes his head.
JAMAL (CONT’D)
Maybe he-
Salim shakes his head again.
SALIM
- I saw him. He was with them.
JAMAL
But he wouldn’t hurt-
SALIM
- he was with them!
JAMAL
But-
SALIM
- shut up, Jamal, can’t you?
Just shut up!
Salim turns away and sees the girl. Picks up a rock and
hurls it at her. She dodges, takes a couple of steps
back but makes no real attempt to get away. He finds
another rock and hurls this in her direction too.
SALIM (CONT’D)
Ja!
Then a flash of lightning and thunder rumbles across
the city. Rain begins to come down.
JAMAL
What shall we do?
22.
(CONTINUED)
No answer. Jamal sits down. Salim sits down. At a
distance, the girl sits down. Rain pours down their
faces.
34 INT. BUILDER’S YARD. NIGHT. 34
Rain as you’ve never seen. A pile of huge water pipes
in a sprawling builder’s yard. Jamal is in one pipe,
Salim above him in another. They are both soaked,
shivering, but have found some plastic sheet to wrap
themselves in. Outside, thirty feet away, stands the
girl. Staring. Salim hisses angrily at the girl.
SALIM
Go away. Ja, ja!
The girl might not even have heard.
SALIM (CONT’D)
She’ll have the Security Guard
onto us, standing there.
JAMAL
Not if we let her in.
SALIM
No.
JAMAL
She could be the third
musketeer.
SALIM
I am the head of this family,
now. And I say no. Piss off,
you.
Salim huddles down in the pipe. After a while, Jamal
follows suit.
SALIM (CONT’D)
We don’t even know what the
third musketeer’s called.
35 EXT. JUHU SLUM. DAY 35
A flash of Jamal’s mother being clubbed to the ground.
Her scream.
36 INT. BUILDER’S YARD. LATER. 36
Jamal wakes with a jolt and a scream half-swallowed in
his mouth. He shuts his eyes tight, trying to force the
image out. His breathing slows and he sees the girl
staring at him. Salim, too, is staring into nothing.
The rain is still falling.
23.
33 CONTINUED: 33
(CONTINUED)
The girl goes back to drawing shapes in the mud with
her finger. Jamal climbs out of the pipe. Looks at
Salim for permission or refusal, but he just continues
to stare. So, Jamal walks across to her. She looks up,
wary.
JAMAL
Where’s your Mother?
Silence.
JAMAL (CONT’D)
Father?
The girl shakes her head slightly. Jamal takes the
plastic sheet from around his shoulders. Gives it to
her.
JAMAL (CONT’D)
I’m Jamal. He’s Salim.
LATIKA
Latika.
Jamal goes back to his water pipe, climbs in. Watches
her huddled under the sheet. Sighs, motions for her to
join him. She darts across, jumps into the water pipe
and huddles up next to Jamal.
37 INT. INSPECTOR’S OFFICE. DAY. 37
Jamal looks at the Inspector.
JAMAL
I wake up every morning wishing
I didn’t know the answer to that
question? If it wasn’t for Ram
and Allah, I would still have a
Mother.
38 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT 38
JAMAL
D) A bow and arrow.
PREM
Final answer?
JAMAL
Final answer.
Prem stares at him for dramatic effect. Presses his
computer.
PREM
Computer-ji, D lock kiya-jaye.
24.
36 CONTINUED: 36
(CONTINUED)
The lights dim, the music swells.
PREM (CONT’D)
Jamal Malik, you answered D? Ram
is depicted with a bow and arrow
in his hand. And guess what?
You’ve just won sixteen thousand
rupees! Well done, my friend.
Time for a commercial breakdon’t
go away, now.
Music, applause. Prem switches off his professional
smile. Gets up.
PREM (CONT’D)
Got lucky, huh? I’d take the
money. You’ll never get the next
one.
JAMAL
You’re from the Juhu slum,
aren’t you?
PREM
Hmm? Sure. Know where I live
now, kid? Pali Hill. Twelve
bedrooms, a/c in every room, two
kitchens, a gym and a screening
room. Steel balls is what it
takes, my friend, steel balls.
The Floor Manager comes over and gives his head-phones
set to Prem. Prem listens.
DIRECTOR V/O
Prem? Tone it down, for goodness
sake. You’re making him a
laughing stock.
Prem glances up at the gallery with contempt.
PREM
We’re having fun here. They love
it…Where the hell do you get
them from?
He makes no attempt to hide the conversation from
Jamal.
DIRECTOR V/O
It’s supposed to be a quiz show,
not a blood sport.
FLOOR MANAGER
Two minutes.
25.
38 CONTINUED: 38
(CONTINUED)
PREM
Stop wetting your pants. I’ll be
a good little boy with the next
one. Promise.
He chucks the head-phones back at the Floor Manager.
Glances in the wings. Sees Nita, the make-up woman.
Gets up and goes over.
39 INT. STUDIO. BACKSTAGE. NIGHT. 39
In the half-light, backstage, Nita dabs his face with
powder.
PREM
Meet me after the show. Please.
NITA
No.
PREM
Nita, I can explain.
NITA
No need. I read it in bloody
Stardust. Didn’t even have the
balls to tell me. “Prem’s
happiness with another baby on
the way”. After everything you
said…
PREM
Baby, it all happened before I
met you. I swear to you.
NITA
She’s got the gestation period
of an elephant, then.
Prem is about to object. But instead, he laughs.
PREM
You see? Amidst all this misery,
only you can make me laugh.
Scornful but hints of melting.
NITA
All this misery…
PREM
Her and I- nothing. You have to
believe me, baby…
Nita turns away. The Floor Manager comes over.
FLOOR MANAGER
One minute.
26.
38 CONTINUED: (2) 38
(CONTINUED)
Prem slings himself in a chair.
PREM
No. I’m not going on.
NITA
Prem…
PREM
I can’t. Without you, it’s all
pointless.
Clicks his fingers at the Floor Manager.
PREM (CONT’D)
You. Tell the Director.
Nita shakes her head at the Floor Manager who by now is
looking very worried.
FLOOR MANAGER
Thirty seconds.
Prem shrugs and folds his arms. Sees her weaken.
NITA
Prem…
PREM
Calypso Bar, private room, just
you and me?
FLOOR MANAGER
Fifteen.
NITA
(furious)
Alright.
He grins, jumps up, blows her a kiss, and stalks back
on stage.
40 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT. 40
He sits back down, says almost to himself.
PREM
Steel balls.
Turns to Jamal.
PREM (CONT’D)
Okay, Juhu boy, you’ve had a
good run. Take your Mother to
Khandala and eat some chiki.
JAMAL
My Mother’s dead.
27.
39 CONTINUED: 39
(CONTINUED)
PREM
Well, your girlfriend then. Even
better.
JAMAL
I don’t have a girl-friend.
PREM
Live wire like you? You surprise
me.
FLOOR MANAGER
Five, four…
The warm-up man starts the applause.
TALKBACK V/O
….three, two, one…
Cheering and music. Prem switches on his charm.
PREM
Welcome back to Who Wants to be
a Millionaire! Our contestant,
Jamal Malik, Call Centre
Assistant- from Mumbai, is on
sixteen thousand rupees and has
already used one lifeline: Ask
the Audience. So, my friend: are
you ready for the next question?
JAMAL
Yes.
PREM
Then, let’s play.
Portentous music. The lights dim.
PREM (CONT’D)
For sixty-four thousand rupees.
The British architect Frederick
Stevens designed which famous
building in India? Is it: A) The
Taj Mahal. B) Chhatrapati
Shivaji Terminus. C) India Gate.
D) Howrah Bridge. What do you
think, Jamal? Are you one of
those tea-boys with a penchant
for architecture?
41 INT. CHHATRAPATI SHIVAJI TERMINUS. DAY. 41
Known to everyone as VT station, this monument to
Victorian railway architecture is a dangerous place to
be at rush hour.
28.
40 CONTINUED: 40
(CONTINUED)
Even before the train has stopped, men are jumping from
the open doors, or vaulting out of the windows or from
the roof of the train to join the tens of thousands of
Mumbaites streaming to and from work. A seventeen-year
old Jamal squeezes himself out of a train and shoves
through the crowds. He checks the time. The digital
numerals flick to five O’clock. Looks around the tide
of humanity.
42 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT. 42
PREM
So, what’s it to be? Walk away
and this cheque for sixteen
thousand rupees is yours. Look,
it’s even got your name on it.
He produces a cheque and waves it at Jamal.
JAMAL
I don’t have a bank account.
Laughter from the audience. Prem is momentarily wrongfooted.
JAMAL (CONT’D)
But I’ll take cash.
More laughter, this time with Jamal, rather than at
him. Prem gets up and starts rummaging theatrically
through his jacket pockets and trousers.
PREM
Nope. Looks like the Producer’s
stolen my wallet again-
JAMAL
- I’ll play.
Nobody was expecting this. Least of all Prem who has to
rearrange his features into one of surprised delight.
He sits down.
PREM
You’ll play?
JAMAL
Why not?
PREM
Well, well, well. We’ve got a
wild one, here.
Prem tears up the cheque with theatrical slowness.
29.
41 CONTINUED: 41
(CONTINUED)
PREM (CONT’D)
For sixty-four thousand rupees,
Ladies and Gentlemen, the
question once again….
43 INT. CHHATRAPATI SHIVAJI TERMINUS. DAY. 43
The digital clocks show five fifteen. Shoving the
descending river of people out of his way, the eighteen
year-old Jamal is forging a path up steps that cross
the platforms. He pushes to the middle of the
footbridge and leans out on the side railings. He scans
the sea of people, desperately. Then he sees her: the
eighteen year-old Latika, heart-stoppingly beautiful,
over the other side of the station. A world away. She
is scanning the crowd, as wired as he is.
JAMAL
Latika! Latika!
But though he is screaming her name, his voice is
swallowed by the noise around him. Then he sees two
thuggish-looking men also fighting a way towards her.
JAMAL (CONT’D)
Latika!
Frightened now, he fights his way down the steps, one
figure against an army of white-robed people.
JAMAL (CONT’D)
Latika!
JAMAL V/O
Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus.
PREM V/O
Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus.
Sure?
JAMAL V/O
I think so.
PREM V/O
You think so. A brave man,
Ladies and Gentlemen, a brave
man.
44 INT. CHHATRAPATI SHIVAJI TERMINUS. DAY. 44
The commuters have mostly gone. Jamal is pacing the
platform desperately. He stops, stares blankly at the
statue in front of him- a proud, rather pompous figure
in a Victorian frock coat. The plaque reads: Frederick
Stevens.
30.
42 CONTINUED: 42
45 INT. INSPECTOR’S OFFICE. NIGHT. 45
The Inspector, Srinivas and Jamal are staring at the
video recorder.
JAMAL
Yes. Final answer. Chhatrapati
Shivaji Terminus.
PREM
Is the right answer! Sixty-four
thousand rupees to you, Sir!
Applause and music. The Inspector presses pause. Stares
at Jamal.
INSPECTOR
And did she come back?
Jamal smiles sadly.
JAMAL
I wouldn’t be here if she had.
INSPECTOR
Pretty was she?
Jamal stares down at his feet.
INSPECTOR (CONT’D)
[...] Сценарий фильма Миллионер из трущоб [...]
[...] Читать сценарий фильма «Миллионер из трущоб» Оценка автора: Отлично! [...]