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Dave heads off towards a Rest and Recreation room,
where a big plasma screen on the wall is showing “Who
Wants To Be A Millionaire.”Jamal grabs the jacket from
the back of Dave’s chair, puts the head-set on and
hunches over the booth, just another Operative at work.
We become aware that every operator down the Cornmarket
aisle- and quite a few other aisles besides- is staring
in the direction of the Rest and Recreation Room.
119 INT. REST AND RECREATION ROOM. NIGHT. 119
Dave is watching the screen.
PREM
…if you want a chance to be a
contestant on Who Wants To Be A
Millionaire, dial the number
now.
Dave dives for the doorway and waves.
120 INT. CALL CENTRE. UK FLOOR. NIGHT. 120
Suddenly all the operators are dialling. Almost
simultaneously, twenty or so voices say.
OPERATORS
I’d like to be a contestant on
Who Wants to be a Millionaire.
Most of the Operators- including the man next to Jamalsuddenly
lose their tension.
OPERATOR
Bloody bastard. I never get it.
JAMAL
You have to dial when Prem says
“if”. “If you want the chance to
be a contestant on Who Wants To
Be A Millionaire…” That’s when
they open the lines.
The Operator looks at him. Jamal shrugs.
JAMAL (CONT’D)
That’s what Anjum in Technical
says. He put the system in.
OPERATOR
So why don’t you?
WOMAN V/O
Hello? Hello? Have I been
transferred again, for God’s
sake?
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(CONTINUED)
Jamal freezes with fear. The head-set speaks again with
its broad Scottish accent.
WOMAN V/O (CONT’D)
Hello? Jesus, God, will somebody
talk to me?
JAMAL
Hello, Mrs…
He stares at the computer.
JAMAL (CONT’D)
…Mackintosh from King Gussie.
WOMAN V/O
(weary)
It’s Kingussie, love. Pronounced
Kinoosie.
JAMAL
Kinoosie?
WOMAN V/O
So where are you from? Abroad, I
bet. China or somewhere. What
good is-
JAMAL
- just down the road from your
house, Mrs Mackintosh. Next to
the loch.
WOMAN V/O
(suspicious)
Oh aye? Which loch?
Jamal searches desperately around, spots a picture of
Big Ben.
JAMAL
Loch Big- Loch Ben. Next door to
Detective Taggart’s flat.
WOMAN V/O
Loch Ben? Och, no, hen, that’s
one of the wee ones up in the
Highlands. You’re all the way up
there? But I bet it rains, eh,
hen?
JAMAL
Indeed yes, Mrs Mackintosh. I
have to wade through a metre of
water every morning.
WOMAN V/O
No!
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(CONTINUED)
JAMAL
Yes, yes, Mrs Mackintosh. In my
kilt.
WOMAN V/O
Och, no, hen.
Jamal puts his feet on the desk.
JAMAL
It’s alright once I’ve had my
porridge, my haggis and a few
Scotch whiskies- and the
monsoon’s nearly over, so-
WOMAN V/O
- and what monsoon would that
be? I’d like to speak to your
supervisor, son.
JAMAL
I don’t think that’s a good
idea. He is a very important
man, Mrs Mackintosh-
WOMAN V/O
- get me the supervisor on this
line now-
JAMAL
- and he doesn’t like bloody
time wasters.
Jamal panics, presses the button he saw the Manager
press earlier. The screen goes blank, then reboots
itself. Jamal looks around. Where the hell is Dave? On
the screen, Jamal is faced with the question: “what
name do you require?” He looks around again, and then
with one finger types in the word “Latika”. He presses
enter. Hundred upon hundred of Latikas with their
surnames and phone numbers scroll down the page. He
erases her name and enters the name Salim K. Malik.
Presses enter. Fifteen numbers come up. He stares at
the numbers for a long time, then types it into his
computer and presses dial.
MAN V/O
Yeah?
JAMAL
Salim?
MAN V/O
Who wants to know? Do you know
what bloody time it is?
Clearly not Jamal’s brother. Jamal cuts the line. Dials
the next number.
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(CONTINUED)
MAN V/O (CONT’D)
Huh. Hello?
Clearly not his Salim. He cuts the line. Dials again.
SALIM V/O
Hello? Hello? Who is this?
But Jamal can’t speak.
SALIM V/O (CONT’D)
Hey. Is someone screwing with
me?
Silence.
SALIM V/O (CONT’D)
Who is this?
JAMAL
I am calling from XL 5
Communications Sir. As a valued
customer, we are offering you a
free upgrade with our ‘friends
and-
Jamal’s voice peters out.
JAMAL (CONT’D)
Family.
SALIM V/O
Jamal? Is that you? Brother?
Where are you, man?…I thought
you were dead or something…we
had to go, Jamal. Maman’s guys.
They were searching the
hotel…Jamal, say something.
Please.
There is another long silence.
JAMAL
Hello, Salim.
121 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT. 121
PREM
Ever been to Cambridge?
JAMAL
No.
PREM
Ever been to the circus?
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(CONTINUED)
JAMAL
No. And I’ve never been to UK
before. But I’ll still have a
go.
Gasps and laughter from the audience. Jamal laughs and
shrugs.
JAMAL (CONT’D)
Why not?
Prem grips his heart theatrically.
PREM
Can someone call me an
ambulance?
122 INT. CALL CENTRE. NIGHT. 122
A flash of a sign post reading ‘Oxford Circus’,
pointing down one of the aisles. The banner above that
section of the warehouse reads ‘London’.
CUT TO:
Jamal hurrying down another ‘Kings Parade’ carrying
glasses of tea. He glances up to see a large banner
that says ‘Cambridge’.
CUT TO:
Jamal comes back up an aisle named ‘Broad Street’. An
Operator on the adjacent ‘The High’ clicks his fingers
for another cup. Jamal hurries under the sign marked
‘Oxford’.
CUT TO:
The signposts of the aisles come faster and faster
‘Pembroke Street’, ‘Trafalgar Square’, ‘East India
Dock’ and finally ‘Cambridge Circus’.
PREM V/O
So, Jamal….
123 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT. 123
Jamal is sweating, his face scrunched up in thought.
JAMAL
I can’t remember.
PREM
You can’t remember. Does that
mean you did know? Once?
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(CONTINUED)
JAMAL
I don’t think it’s Oxford.
PREM
Based on your extensive
travelling, right?
JAMAL
(almost to himself)
Well, Oxford has Broad Street,
Saint Aldates, Turl Street,
Queen Street, The High and
Magdalene Bridge- which is
pronounced Maudlin, so-
He stops as he hears the surprised laughter of the
audience.
PREM
I thought you hadn’t been to UK.
JAMAL
Oh, I haven’t. And it’s not
Leeds, because that’s Elland
Road, Kirkgate Market,
Commercial Street, St Peter’s-
PREM
(icy)
- what might it be then, Jamal?
JAMAL
Well, I don’t think it’s
Cambridge.
PREM
Cambridge Circus is not in
Cambridge? Dare I ask why?
JAMAL
Too obvious. There’s definitely
an Oxford Circus in London, and
there’s a rowing race between
Oxford and Cambridge so there’s
probably a Cambridge Circus too.
I’ll go for D) London.
PREM
That’s the logic that’s got him
this far, Ladies and Gentlemen.
Who are we to argue? So. Jamal.
D. Apka final jawab?
JAMAL
(shrugs)
If the Gods are with me…Final
answer. D.
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(CONTINUED)
The lights dim, the music swells as Prem pushes the
button on his computer.
PREM
Computer-ji, D lock kiya-jaye.
More portentous music.
PREM (CONT’D)
It’s been a rollercoaster ride
all the way, a pleasure to have
you on the show, my friend, but
I’m sorry to say that
you’re….incredibly, absolutely
right!
Huge cheers and applause. Even Jamal laughs at this. He
cannot quite believe it himself.
PREM (CONT’D)
Ladies and Gentlemen, Jamal
Malik, the man with two and a
half million rupees!
More applause. Prem hands him a cheque. Jamal looks at
it. Laughs again.
PREM (CONT’D)
A few hours ago, you were
fetching tea for the phonewallahs.
Now you are richer than
they ever will ever be. What a
player, Ladies and Gentleman!
What a player.
The lights dim, the music swells. Prem consults his
computer.
PREM (CONT’D)
For five million rupees, my
friend: who invented the
revolver? Was it A) Samuel Colt,
B) Bruce Browning, C Dan Wesson
or D) James Revolver?
Dramatic pause.
124 INT. HOTEL. NIGHT. 124
A flash of Salim shooting Maman. Another flash of Salim
in the doorway, holding the pistol up to Jamal’s head.
125 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT. 125
JAMAL
(suddenly)
A). Samuel Colt.
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(CONTINUED)
PREM
A). Samuel Colt. Are you sure?
Jamal nods.
PREM (CONT’D)
Final answer?
JAMAL
Final answer.
The music swells again. Prem presses his computer.
PREM
You had two and a half million
rupees. If I may-?
He holds out his hand. Jamal hands him back the cheque.
He tears the cheque in two.
PREM (CONT’D)
Ladies and Gentlemen, the chiwallah
has done it again! D. Is
right! Incredible!
Cheers and applause from the audience.
125A INT. INSPECTOR’S OFFICE. NIGHT. 125A
INSPECTOR
Not that incredible. You’d just
murdered somebody with a Colt
45, after all.
JAMAL
It was self-defence.
INSPECTOR
Let’s call it manslaughter,
then, shall we?
126 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT. 126
PREM
Getting hot in here, isn’t it?
JAMAL
(genuinely)
Are you nervous?
The audience laugh. Prem is momentarily flustered.
PREM
What? Am I nervous? You’re the
one who’s in the hot seat, my
friend.
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(CONTINUED)
JAMAL
Oh. Yes. Sorry.
More laughter.
127 INT. GALLERY. NIGHT. 127
DIRECTOR
Bloody hell. He’s got Prem on
the run…
128 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT. 128
Music, lights. Prem presses his computer.
PREM
What sports do you play?
JAMAL
None.
PREM
None. Oh, dear, oh dear, oh
dear. Not to worry, there’s only
ten million rupees at stake…
Which cricketer has scored the
most first class centuries in
history. Was it A) Sachin
Tendulkar, B) Ricky Ponting, C)
Michael Slater, D) Jack Hobbs.
Prem allows the question to sink in.
PREM (CONT’D)
You’ve got a cheque for five
million rupees in your hands.
You’ve still got two life-lines,
Phone A Friend and 50/50. For
ten million rupees: pay, play,
or bail out. It’s still an
option. Remember, if you get the
answer wrong, you will lose
everything like that.
He clicks his fingers.
PREM (CONT’D)
Are you sure you want to do
this?
129 EXT. CRICKET GROUND. DAY. 129
An Indian batsman hits a nicely-timed stroke, heads
down the wicket for a single. Turns. The other batsman
is taking a second run.
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(CONTINUED)
The Indian tries to halt the other batsman with a
shout, then succumbs to the inevitable and charges down
the wicket. A fielder hurls the ball at the stumps. The
bails fly off.
130 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT. 130
JAMAL
I’ll play.
Tense laughter from the audience. Prem holds up the
cheque. Jamal nods. Prem tears it up slowly. Allows the
pieces to fall to the floor.
PREM
The dreams of so many. On the
floor.
131 EXT. TOWER BLOCK. DAY. 131
Jamal is riding the construction lift to the top of a
high building, still just a shell but buzzing with
carpenters, bricklayers, cable-layers. The lift stops
at the top. Jamal gets out. Looks around. He is miles
up. Alone.
SALIM
Jamal!
Jamal looks around. There is Salim standing on the edge
of the building. He saunters over to Jamal, his arms
outstretched in theatrical greeting. He is groomed,
expensively dressed with the best mobile money can buy
dangling from a gold chain around his neck.
SALIM (CONT’D)
God is good, bhai. God is good.
He tries to embrace Jamal. With as much force as he can
muster, Jamal punches him in the face. Salim takes it.
Stands there. Wipes blood from his lip. Gets another
punch. Then another and another, not even defending
himself, until he is being beaten back by a raging
Jamal towards the edge of the building. Finally, he
tries to reason with Jamal
SALIM (CONT’D)
Maman’s boys were after us. Had
to skip.
Jamal keeps on beating him back.
JAMAL
Liar.
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(CONTINUED)
SALIM
Left a message at reception.
Waited weeks for you in Nagpur.
JAMAL
There was no message at
reception.
SALIM
Bhai, I left a message.
Salim opens his arms, defenceless. It would take one,
small push to send him over the edge. There is a
moment, when Jamal might. He even has his hands on his
chest.
JAMAL
I will never forgive you.
SALIM
I know.
The fury in Jamal subsides minutely. Finally, he turns
away with a roar of frustration. Salim hangs his head.
131A EXT. TOWER BLOCK. LATER. 131A
Jamal and Salim are sitting on the very edge of the
building. They can see for miles across the city. Salim
has rediscovered his attitude.
SALIM
Can you believe it? This was our
slum. We lived just there, huh?
Now it is business, apartments,
call centres…Fuck USA, fuck
China. India is at the centre of
the world, now, bhai. And I am
at the centre of the centre,
Jamal. This is all Javed-bhai’s.
JAMAL
Javed Mehta? The Gangster from
our slum? You work for him?
SALIM
Who else would protect us from
Maman’s gang, huh?
JAMAL
What do you do for him?
SALIM
Anything he asks.
Salim’s mobile rings. Salim is immediately subservient
on the phone. Rings off.
88.
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(CONTINUED)
SALIM (CONT’D)
He is coming. You must go. My
card.
He hands Jamal a card.
JAMAL
What for?
SALIM
You think I am going to let you
out of my sight again, little
brother? You stay with me now.
Ab phut!
JAMAL
Salim, where’s Latika?
SALIM
Still? She’s gone, Jamal. Long
gone. Now go. Quick.
Jamal gets up, hurries away, hidden behind piles of
building materials just as Javed appears in his flash
suit and jewelry. Three of his young henchmen walk
alongside.
132 INT. SALIM’S APARTMENT. NIGHT. 132
Jamal is asleep on a mattress on the floor of a smart
apartment. A mobile phone rings. The muffled sound of
Salim talking quietly next door. Then, Salim creeps
into the room, checks to see Jamal is asleep, unlocks a
desk drawer and brings out his pistol. He puts it in a
hold-all and goes out the front door. Jamal’s eyes snap
open. He has seen it all.
JAMAL V/O
Slum dogs never sleep, only nap.
He would disappear for a couple
of days and come back changed.
Sometimes elated-
133 INT. SALIM’S APARTMENT. NIGHT. 133
The door bangs open and a giggling-drunk, half-naked
Bar Girl drags the sleeping Jamal up and into the
bathroom.
BAR GIRL
He has flipped! I can’t do
anything with him….
Salim is in the bath, bathing, literally, in money.
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(CONTINUED)
SALIM
Look at it, bhai, look at it!
134 INT. SALIM’S APARTMENT. DAWN. 134
JAMAL V/O
Sometimes the opposite.
Jamal creeps towards Salim’s bedroom door. He pushes it
open a fraction to see Salim crouched on the floor in
prayer, sobbing quietly.
SALIM
(whispering)
A? khuda mujh? baksh d? main?
bahut gunaah kiy? hain….
JAMAL V/O
But younger brothers don’t
interfere. Mostly.
135 EXT. SALIM’S APARTMENT. DAY. 135
Salim comes out of his apartment block. Gets into his
jeep. Drives off. Doesn’t notice Jamal in the motor
rickshaw that pulls out and follows him.
136 EXT. JAVED’S BUNGALOW. DAY. 136
Salim approaches a gate-house to a large bungalow. The
Door-Keeper nods to him, rings a bell. From the
rickshaw, Jamal watches a woman come to the door.
Latika. Eighteen, completely beautiful and rich. She
hands Salim a package and goes back inside. Salim gets
in his jeep and drives away.
137 EXT. JAVED’S BUNGALOW. DAY. 137
Jamal approaches the Door-Keeper’s gate-house.
JAMAL
Baba, I am the new cook from the
agency. A thousand apologies, I
am late for the Memsaab.
The Door-Keeper grunts and goes inside. After a brief
pause, he returns.
DOOR-KEEPER
She doesn’t know anything about
any cook. There’s supposed to be
a dishwasher being delivered.
Know anything about that?
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(CONTINUED)
JAMAL
Baba, I am your dishwasher!
The Door-keeper grunts at this attempt at humour.
Latika appears at the gate.
LATIKA
Haven’t I told you, don’t
interrupt when I’m watching-
She looks at Jamal. Is silenced briefly.
LATIKA (CONT’D)
- come inside. I’ll show you the
kitchen.
138 INT. KITCHEN. DAY. 138
Latika and Jamal go into the kitchen. Who Wants To Be A
Millionaire plays on the tv in the background. She
turns and hugs him tight. They laugh with happiness.
LATIKA
(delighted)
Jamal, Jamal, look at you…!
Their heads are close, they might kiss. Then Latika
turns away, stares out of the window.
LATIKA (CONT’D)
Ar? wa, Jamal….
Jamal smiles hopefully at her. But there is sadness in
her now. She takes her sunglasses off, rubs her eyes.
There is a bruise there.
JAMAL
You’ve hurt your eye.
LATIKA
Why are you here?
JAMAL
To see you.
LATIKA
Well. You see me.
She stands there, challenging. On the tv, somebody is
winning money.
JAMAL
Why does everyone love this
programme?
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(CONTINUED)
LATIKA
It’s the chance to escape, isn’t
it? Walk into another life.
Doesn’t everyone want that?
JAMAL
You have another life. A rich
one.
LATIKA
Who’d have thought it possible?
A slum dog, with all this.
JAMAL
Are you happy?
LATIKA
I have five star food, five star
clothes. I sleep in a bed, not
on the street. From where we
come from, Jamal, that is
happiness.
JAMAL
You don’t look so happy with a
black eye.
LATIKA
You turn up here out of nowhere,
telling me I’m not happy: how
dare you?
Voices at the gate-house.
LATIKA (CONT’D)
God, Javed will kill you. Here.
JAMAL
Javed? You are with him?
She throws him an apron. He gets it on just in time for
Javed to walk in. Jamal turns away.
JAVED
First you want a dishwasher, now
a bloody cook-
LATIKA
-I just thought-
JAVED
- chup. The cricket’s on.
Javed changes channel and dials on his mobile.
JAVED (CONT’D)
Why do you always watch that
shit? Huh? I’m already a
millionaire.
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(CONTINUED)
He laughs at his own joke. Turns to Jamal.
JAVED (CONT’D)
Well, come on then, Cook. I’m
hungry. Get me a sandwich.
JAMAL
Immediately, Sir.
Javed stares at Jamal a moment, trying to place a face
he vaguely recognises. Then the Bookie comes on the
line and he turns back to the television.
JAVED
Atcha…
Latika hurries around the kitchen getting out bread and
condiments, whispering while Javed talks on the phone.
JAMAL
Come away with me.
LATIKA
Chutiy?. Away where? And live on
what? What can you provide? What
have you got, Jamal?
JAMAL
Love.
JAVED
(on the mobile)
..yeah. He’s on eighty-five. I
want four lakh on him making a
century. What are you
giving?…Okay, make it five
lakh.
Javed pours himself a glass of whisky, never taking his
eyes from the television.
TV COMMENTATOR
We are watching history unfold
today at the Wankhed? Stadium as
Sachin Tendulkar carves his way
towards another magnificent
century and the record books.
His thirty-eighth century- the
most by any Indian cricketer
ever…
LATIKA
Love. That will feed us, will
it?
JAMAL
It won’t buy you a new
dishwasher, but it might make
you happy.
93.
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(CONTINUED)
LATIKA
Where have you been? Get in the
real world, Jamal.
JAMAL
You and me. That is the real
world. Come away with me.
Latika snatches the sandwich from him and gives it to
Javed. Goes back to Jamal, whispers under cover of
putting condiments away.
LATIKA
You’re crazy.
JAMAL
Salim will help us.
LATIKA
Salim? You still believe in
Salim? Jamal…I’ll be gone
soon, anyway. Bombay’s got too
dangerous for-
She indicates Javed.
JAMAL
Where?
LATIKA
You think he’d tell me?
JAVED
Straight bat, straight bat,
dammit.
Then the batsman at the other end calls to take a
second run.
JAVED (CONT’D)
No! A single!
Tendulkar seems to agree, tries to halt the other
batsman with a shout, then succumbs to the inevitable
and charges down the wicket. A fielder hurls the ball
at the stumps. The bails fly off.
JAVED (CONT’D)
No, no, no! stupid ben chod
idiot…
He flings his glass of whisky at the television.
Suddenly tastes what he has been eating.
JAVED (CONT’D)
And what is this shit supposed
to be, mader chod? Get out. Get
out!
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(CONTINUED)
Javed throws the sandwich at him and slams out of the
room. His footsteps can be heard stomping into another
room.
LATIKA
Now go, before he kills us both.
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