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And Salim a strong fourteen year-old. Through the haze
of pain and dust, Jamal sees something glinting in the
distance- something impossibly beautiful.
JAMAL
Salim? Is this heaven?
SALIM
You’re not dead, Jamal.
Jamal clears his head. Sees Salim picking himself up
from the ground. But the apparition is still there.
45.
(CONTINUED)
JAMAL
So what’s that?
SALIM
Wow.
They stare at the apparition. The unmistakable outline
of the Taj Mahal rises from the horizon, pink in the
morning sun. Nothing could be more beautiful.
JAMAL
Some hotel, huh?
74 EXT. TAJ MAHAL. DAY. 74
Jamal and Salim wander under the great dome of the Taj
Mahal. Two tiny slum kids dwarfed by this massive
monument to love. It is a moment of genuine wonderment
for them. Then a tour guide bustles nearby, tourists
flowing behind him.
GUIDE
…there are five main elements
to the Taj. The Darwaza, the
main gateway, the Bageecha or
garden, the Masjid or mosque,
the Naqqar Khana, the rest house
and the Rauza or mausoleum. If
you would like to follow me, I
will show you the ninety-nine
names of Allah on Mumtaz’s tomb.
As before, please remove your
shoes.
Jamal follows the Guide and his entourage into the
mausoleum. Salim meanwhile is studying the line of
shoes. Tries a smart pair of women’s court shoes,
before slipping a foot into a nice, white sneaker. A
smile crosses his face. His other foot quickly follows
and he saunters away, all mock-innocence.
75 EXT. TAJ MAHAL. DAY 75
Jamal comes out of the mausoleum into the bright
sunlight and looks around for Salim. No sign of him.
Suddenly, a German couple approach.
ADA
Please, what time is the next
tour?
JAMAL
Err-
PETER
- so much waiting around in this
damned country.
46.
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(CONTINUED)
Jamal notices that he is standing next to a sign
advertising guided tours of the Taj.
JAMAL
No, IADA
- we’re on a very tight
schedule, you see, young man.
Have to see the Red Fort this
afternoon. Would it be possible
to show us around now? Obviously
we understand it would cost more
for just the two of us…
Peter waves a couple of thousand rupee notes at Jamal.
His eyes widen.
JAMAL
But of course, Madam. Please
follow me.
Jamal stalks off. The Germans follow. Jamal stops
before the monument. Points a confident arm at it.
JAMAL (CONT’D)
This is….the Taj Mahal.
A terrible pause as Peter and Ada stare at him. Clearly
more is expected. He moves off at a pace.
JAMAL (CONT’D)
The Taj Mahal was built by the
Emperor Khurram for his wife
Mumtaz who was maximum beautiful
woman in the whole world. When
she died, the Emperor decided to
build this five star hotel for
everyone who wanted to visit her
tomb…but he died in- in
fifteen eighty-seven, before any
of the rooms were built. Or the
lifts. The swimming pool,
however, as you can see was
completed on schedule in top
class fashion.
He waves confidently in the direction of the fountains.
ADA
It says nothing of this in the
guide book.
JAMAL
With respect, Madam, the guide
book is written by a bunch of
lazy, good-for-nothing, Indian
beggars.
47.
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(CONTINUED)
ADA
Oh.
JAMAL
And this, Lady and Gentleman, is
burial place of Mumtaz.
ADA
How did she die?
JAMAL
A road traffic accident.
ADA
Really?
JAMAL
Maximum pile-up.
PETER
(suspicious)
I thought she died in childbirth.
JAMAL
(nodding sagely)
Exactly, Sir. She was on the way
to the hospital when it
happened.
Jamal moves on. Ada and Peter exchange a glance.
ADA
(shrugging)
You’ve seen the way they drive
around here…
76 EXT. TAJ MAHAL. DAY. 76
Montage of Jamal authoritatively showing tourists
around the Taj Mahal.
JAMAL V/O
It was the best-paid job I’ve
ever had.
JAMAL
This is the Princess Diana seat,
Madam. Allow me.
Jamal shows the tourist a battered postcard of Princess
Diana, staring doe-eyed into the distance with the Taj
behind. The tourist sits. Jamal adjusts her legs so
that they match the postcard. Takes the photo….
SALIM O/S
Tourist police!
48.
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(CONTINUED)
…and abandons the woman with a polite bow, charging
for safety as two Police Officers race towards him.
CUT TO:
77 EXT. TAJ MAHAL. DAY. 77
Jamal stands a Tourist on a wall and positions his
hands to create the optical illusion that he is
dangling the Taj from his fingers. Takes a photo for
the Tourist. Behind the Tourist, Salim and a boy called
Shankar pick up the Tourist’s shoes and saunter
casually across the grass.
CUT TO:
78 EXT. ROADSIDE MARKET. AGRA. DAY. 78
By the side of a busy market street Salim stands next
to a row of stolen shoes. Sneakers, court shoes,
sandals, high heels…he is busy bartering with a man
over a pair whilst Jamal tries to shout up business.
JAMAL
Top-class fashion, bottom-class
prices! Shoes for all! Shoes for
all!
79 EXT. BOYS CAMP, YAMUNA RIVER. DAY. 79
Hectares of drying clothes by the side of the river.
Spectacular squares of red, saffron, white. Not far
away from the dhobi ghat, there is a makeshift slumcamp
where Salim and a gang of children are sitting,
smoking. Jamal joins them, hands over a wad of rupees
to Salim. Salim counts the cash, hands half to Shankar
and slaps Jamal so hard on the back that he nearly
falls over.
JAMAL V/O
And life was good.
80 EXT. SLUM. DAY. 80
Jamal gets out of a new Mercedes driven by an Indian
Man. A middle-aged American couple also get out. Jamal
points them down a lane which opens out on India’s
largest dhobi where hundreds of women are beating
clothes on stone slabs.
JAMAL
This is the biggest dhobi ghat
in the whole of India, Mister
David.
49.
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(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
They say that every man in Uttar
Pradesh is wearing a kurta that
has been washed here at least
one time.
CLARK
Is that so? That’s amazing.
Let’s get a look at this, Adele.
He gets out his video camera and wanders towards the
dhobi ghat. Behind them a motor rickshaw pulls up.
Salim, Shankar and a couple of the street kids from the
Taj leap out. Within seconds, the Mercedes is up on
bricks and the wheels are being removed. Salim takes a
hacksaw to the Mercedes badge on the bonnet, whilst
urging the others on.
SALIM
Ar?, sala! Formula One, Formula
One! Pit-stop ka speed,
Schumacher ka ishtyle
The crowds in the lane barely notice as the car is
stripped of all its parts.
SALIM (CONT’D)
Go, go!
A shout from the top of the lane and the boys scatter,
bouncing the four wheels at speed down the lane. Jamal,
the Indian driver and the two Americans return. They
stop in front of the denuded car.
CLARK
Woah. What happened here?
Suddenly the Indian driver is slapping Jamal
ferociously around the head with one of his shoes.
DRIVER
I give you two tight slaps,
mader chod!
JAMAL
I don’t know! I didn’t do it,
did I…? Nothing to do with
me…get off!
But the beating continues, the driver kicking Jamal
down onto the floor. The two Americans stare, uncertain
what to do.
ADELE
Do something, Clark.
CLARK
Well, I- I dunno, IFinally
Clark intervenes, pulling the driver off Jamal.
50.
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JAMAL (CONT’D)
(CONTINUED)
CLARK (CONT’D)
Okay, okay, just cool it. You’re
insured, aren’t you? Jesus
Christ…
Jamal sits up. He is bleeding from his nose and mouth.
CLARK (CONT’D)
You okay?
JAMAL
You wanted to see the ‘real
India’, Mister David. Here it
is.
ADELE
Well, here’s a bit of the real
America, too, son.
Adele pulls out his wallet and rummages for dollars.
81 EXT. YAMUNA RIVER. NIGHT. 81
A battered Jamal limps along the river bank towards the
Taj. He stops, bathes his swollen face in the river.
Then looks up. Strange lights appear to emanate from
the base of the monument. And then strange sounds.
82 EXT. TAJ MAHAL. NIGHT. 82
Jamal climbs a crumbling wall and is confronted with an
opera taking place right under the dome. Gluck’s Orfeo
ed Euridice. Hundreds of India’s smartest professionals
are watching from banked seating on a scaffolding
frame.
83 EXT. STANDS. NIGHT. 83
Jamal and a couple of street kids slip under the
scaffolding supporting the banked seats. The street
kids are trying to reach the hand-bags of the women
above them.
BOY
(hissing)
Oi, Jamal! There’s a woman with
no panties on over here.
Jamal reaches up and easily lifts a wallet from a man’s
trouser pocket. On stage, the actors start singing.
Jamal seems to have forgotten the wallet and stares,
mesmerised, at the stage.
WOMAN
Why don’t you put it back and
listen to the music?
51.
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(CONTINUED)
Jamal starts, makes to run, but the woman who spoke
holds out a cigarette. A Canadian back-packer is
sitting, staring at the singers.
WOMAN (CONT’D)
It’s called Orfeo. Orpheus and
Eurydice. Orpheus- that one
there- is looking for his lover,
Eurydice. She died, but he can’t
live without her.
She hands him a cigarette. He puts the wallet back. She
smiles at him and they both turn to the stage.
WOMAN (CONT’D)
The pain is so bad that he goes
to the underworld- the place we
go when we die- to try to get
her back.
JAMAL
You can’t do that. Can you?
WOMAN
(shrugging)
You can in opera.
JAMAL
Does he find her?
WOMAN
Watch and see.
Jamal watches as Orpheus sings one of the most
beautiful pieces of music a human is likely to hear.
Tears are running down Jamal’s cheeks.
84 EXT. YAMUNA RIVER. NIGHT. 84
Salim, Shankar, Jamal and the Taj Gang are gathered
around a campfire. All of them wear extraordinary footwear
of one form or another, from elaborate high heels
to walking boots five sizes too large. A home-made
hooka pipe is being passed around the fire. The eyes of
the children have long since stopped focussing. Salim
is sporting a Mercedes Benz badge on a chain around his
neck. Behind him, Jamal appears, his face swollen. He
takes off his fake Guide’s Badge and throws it in the
fire.
SALIM
Woah! What are you- Jamal?
JAMAL
We have to go, Salim.
SALIM
Go? Go where?
52.
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(CONTINUED)
JAMAL
Bombay.
SALIM
Don’t be stupid. We’re making
good money here.
JAMAL
We should have gone a long time
ago.
Salim turns to Shankar with sudden understanding.
SALIM
Oh, God. Baby brother’s in love.
With a flat-chested hijra.
JAMAL
Latika was one of us. A
musketeer.
SALIM
A musketeer…Grow up, Jamal.
Look, how was I to know they’d
beat you up. Here, you can have
some of the cash. Come on…
JAMAL
I’ve got cash.
He rips out a wad of dollar bills from his pocket.
JAMAL (CONT’D)
Dollars.
SALIM
How much?
JAMAL
Enough. I’m getting my stuff.
He walks off.
SALIM
Wait! Jamal! Ah, shit!
He gets up, kicks the fire in rage and stomps after
Jamal.
85 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT. 85
Prem leans back in his chair.
PREM
So, my friend: ready for another
question.
53.
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(CONTINUED)
JAMAL
Yes.
Prem presses his computer. The lights dim again, the
music comes up.
PREM
For a straight one million
rupees, Ladies and
Gentlemen…On an American One
Hundred Dollar Bill there is a
portrait of which American
statesman? Is it A), George
Washington, B) Franklin
Roosevelt, C) Benjamin Franklin,
D) Abraham Lincoln?
Silence from Jamal.
PREM (CONT’D)
Pay or play, Jamal? All you have
to do is stop now and you walk
away with a cool quarter of a
million rupees. Decide to play,
get the answer wrong and you
walk away with absolutely
nothing. But, get the answer
right and you win a million
rupees. So. You decide. Pay or
play?
A long pause.
86 INT. GALLERY. NIGHT. 86
DIRECTOR
Okay, he hasn’t got a clue. This
is going to be a walk-away.
Stand by.
VISION MIXER
No, he’s going to play with him,
first.
87 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT. 87
PREM
Get a lot of hundred dollar
bills in your line of work,
Jamal?
JAMAL
The minimum tip for my services.
Laughter from the audience.
54.
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(CONTINUED)
PREM
Now I know why my cell phone
bill is so high…they pay the
chi-wallah in hundred dollar
bills!
JAMAL
It’s C. Benjamin Franklin.
A gasp from the audience. Prem is caught off-guard.
PREM
Woah! We haven’t locked the
computer, man. You’re going to
play?
JAMAL
I think I just have. Haven’t I?
PREM
You certainly have. C. Right?
JAMAL
Right. C.
PREM
Not confusing your Franklins?
Benjamin for Roosevelt?
JAMAL
I’ve never heard of Roosevelt
Franklin.
PREM
There’s a million rupees at
stake and he’s never heard of
Roosevelt Franklin…I can’t
bear to look.
He gives this one to the audience who titter on cue.
Jamal looks confused.
PREM (CONT’D)
No, no. Don’t you worry, Jamal.
You were asked which statesman
is depicted on a hundred dollar
bill. You said C. Benjamin
Franklin. Ladies and
Gentlemen…
He presses the computer, pretends to ruminate for a
while with his finger pressed to his lips.
PREM (CONT’D)
Jamal Malik- you chose to play
not pay. I’m afraid you no
longer have two hundred and
fifty thousand rupees….
55.
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(CONTINUED)
Prem leans over and tears up the cheque. There is a
sigh of disappointment from the audience, a look of
confusion on Jamal’s face.
PREM (CONT’D)
…you in fact have one million
rupees!
Wild applause from the audience. Jamal allows himself a
genuine smile.
88 INT. INSPECTOR’S OFFICE. DAY. 88
The Inspector pulls out a note from his wallet. Glances
at it.
INSPECTOR
Who’s on the thousand rupee
note?
JAMAL
I don’t know.
He waves the note at him.
INSPECTOR
It’s Gandhi!
JAMAL
I’ve heard of him.
The Inspector kicks his chair.
INSPECTOR
Don’t get clever or I’ll get the
electricity out again.
JAMAL
They didn’t ask me that
question. I don’t know why. Ask
them.
The Inspector stares hard at Jamal.
INSPECTOR
Funny, you don’t seem that
interested in money.
Then, Constable Srinivas stomps back into the office,
sweat pouring from him.
CONSTABLE SRINIVAS
Platform Seventeen-
Has to consult his notebook.
56.
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(CONTINUED)
CONSTABLE SRINIVAS (CONT’D)
A statue of Frederick Stevens,
architect and builder of
Victoria Terminus in -
INSPECTOR OF POLICE
- yes, yes, Srinivas. The
hundred dollar bill.
89 EXT. BOMBAY. DAY. 89
From a thousand feet in the sky, looking down on the
limitless megatropolis of Mumbai. Half-built skyscrapers,
slums, factories, roads, trains.
JAMAL V/O
Bombay had turned into Mumbai.
We descend, down until the lines of ants become people.
JAMAL V/O (CONT’D)
The orphanage had gone, the slum
had gone, the people…. all
gone. And everywhere was
building, building, building.
Descending even further, we pick out a construction
site and then Jamal….
90 EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE. DAY. 90
..who is staring through a wire fence at the
construction site.
JAMAL V/O
But I knew she was here.
Somewhere she was here.
He turns away, then something catches his eye.
Underneath all the scraps of flyers and posters on a
broken wall is a corner of something that Jamal
recognises. He tears back a poster. Underneath, faded
but recognisable is one of their beanbag graffiti
advertisements.
91 EXT. SLUM. NIGHT. 91
Jamal asks a group of stall-holders on the slum main
street. They shrug, aren’t interested. The camera pulls
up and up until Jamal is nothing but a dot wandering
the maze of lanes, railways and highways, one among
endless millions of people.
JAMAL V/O
Evenings, I searched. Days, I
worked.
57.
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92 EXT. HOTEL. DAY. 92
Jamal wanders up to the rickshaw drivers parked outside
the hotel. He stops and asks a question. The drivers
shake their heads. Jamal continues up the steps towards
a door, exhausted face and grubby clothes walking
straight towards camera. He goes through the door and
immediately….
93 INT. HOTEL. FOYER. DAY. 93
….is, without breaking step in a slightly grubby
white uniform. He walks across the echoing, marble
floor of a struggling four-star hotel, goes through
double doors….
94 INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR. DAY. 94
…into a corridor that is devoid of carpet, paintanything
except a phone on the bare wall and a stool.
The phone is ringing. Jamal sits on the stool and
answers the phone.
JAMAL
Room service, good afternoon?…
Yes, sir. Two chicken burgers,
two fries, one cocoa-cola and
one mango lassi and a large
bottle of mineral
water…Bisleri or Himalayan
Spring, Sir?…Certainly, Sir.
That will be with you in fifteen
minutes, Sir. Thank you. Have a
nice day.
He hangs up and goes through another set of doors…
95 INT. HOTEL KITCHENS. DAY. 95
…to a cramped kitchen with definite hygiene problems.
The cooks are playing carom on the table while under it
Salim is dozing.
JAMAL
Two chicken burgers, coke, mango
lassi and a bottle of Bisleri.
Dozily, Salim gets up and takes a look behind one of
the fridges. He chases out a chicken with a desultory
kick and sorts through some empty mineral water bottles
until he finds a Bisleri bottle. Salim fills the bottle
of mineral water from the tap and begins delicately resealing
the tamper-proof lid with super-glue. Jamal
collects cutlery and starts laying out a tray.
58.
(CONTINUED)
JAMAL (CONT’D)
I’m going to Chowpatti again,
okay? Want to come?
SALIM
For God’s sake. You got some
disease? You force me back to
this shit-hole, we leave our
friends, a good life, loads of
money- for this. Isn’t that
enough?
JAMAL
We came back to find her.
SALIM
No, you did, Jamal, not me. Me,
I don’t give a shit about her.
Plenty of pussy in Bombay for
Salim. Oh, yes, sir! You should
come down the Cages on Saturday
night instead of searching for
your lost love.
JAMAL
I’m going to Chowpatti.
SALIM
(impersonating Ram)
“I’m going to Chowpatti”. There
are nineteen million people in
this city, Jamal. Forget her.
She’s history.
JAMAL V/O
But she wasn’t.
96 EXT. BANDRA BANDSTAND. DAY. 96
Jamal is dodging the traffic at a busy junction. He
moves around the beggars who are working the cars. Then
he hears singing. He looks around, suddenly panicked.
It is a siren song drawing him across the road, not
even noticing that he is narrowly run down by a couple
of cars, to a traffic island underneath a flyover. He
turns a corner and there is the singer, leaning up
against one of the struts of the flyover. Arvind. Older
now, just like Jamal, a fourteen year-old boy. But eyeless.
Jamal freezes. He approaches Arvind and waits
until he has finished singing. Despite his eyeless
sockets, Arvind appears to know somebody is there. He
turns and bows low, putting his hands together.
ARVIND
Namaste, Sahib. Any kindness you
give will be repaid in heaven
many times.
59.
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(CONTINUED)
Jamal gets a couple of notes out of his pocket and puts
them into Arvind’s outstretched hand. He feels the
notes with his fingers.
ARVIND (CONT’D)
A fifty. And a hundred!
Blessings upon you, Sahib.
JAMAL
How do you know?
ARVIND
There are many ways of seeing.
Arvind puts his hands together and bows deep again.
Then, Jamal takes his shoe off and gets out a hundred
dollar bill.
JAMAL
Here.
Jamal crouches down and puts the bill into Arvind’s
hand. His fingers feel it. He sniffs it.
ARVIND
Dollars. But how many?
JAMAL
One hundred.
ARVIND
Now you are playing with me,
Sahib.
JAMAL
No. I swear.
ARVIND
What is on it? The pictures.
Tell me.
JAMAL
A building. With a clock on it.
Trees behind it.
ARVIND
The other side. Turn it over.
JAMAL
A man- it doesn’t say his name.
He is sort of bald, but has long
hair on the sides.
ARVIND
(smiling)
Benjamin Franklin. My God, my
God. Thank you, Sahib. You were
generous the first time. But
this…
60.
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(CONTINUED)
He stops. Suspects.
ARVIND (CONT’D)
And without even a song?
A long pause. Arvind keeps hold of Jamal’s arm.
ARVIND (CONT’D)
So you are rich, now, are you,
Jamal? I am happy for you.
JAMAL
I am so sorry, Arvind.
ARVIND
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