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165 INT. CAR. NIGHT. 165
Latika drives through the slums of Mumbai. She hoots
her horn furiously at a cart-driver ambling across the
road.
166 INT. POLICE JEEP. NIGHT. 166
The jeep stops at the lights and a beggar wanders up,
tapping on the windscreen. The beggar studies Jamal’s
face for a second, then starts shouting and pointing at
him.
BEGGAR
Crorepati! Crorepati!
Other beggars- just like the one Jamal used to be- join
him and start cheering and applauding. The jeep pulls
away.
167 OMITTED 167
168 EXT. SLUM. NIGHT. 168
At the chi stall, everyone gathers around the tv,
watching.
169 EXT. ROADSIDE CHI HOUSE. NIGHT. 169
A rickshaw parks up next to a hundred others. The
Driver leaps out, abandoning the irate business man in
the back and runs to the tv in the caf?.
170 INT. CALL CENTRE. NIGHT. 170
The Manager walks into the aircraft hanger of a
building. Stops. Where is everyone? Then he sees
everyone crowded around the tv in the Recreation Room.
Stalks over.
MANAGER
Oi! Get back to work.
Then he sees Jamal’s face on the tv.
111.
(CONTINUED)
MANAGER (CONT’D)
The chi-wallah?
171 EXT. ROADSIDE SHACKS. NIGHT. 171
All along the highway, one by one the televisions in a
hundred shacks flick on, silhouetting the family
huddled in front of it.
172 INT. STUDIO. BACKSTAGE. NIGHT. 172
In the half-light, Jamal is being powdered by Nita.
NITA
Good luck.
Prem sneers.
TALKBACK V/O
Two minutes.
She finishes powdering Jamal.
PREM
Hey. Sweetheart. What about me?
I’m sweating, here.
NITA
You should be.
She dumps the powder compact in his hand.
PREM
So. Tonight. The Calypso Bar.
NITA
Not if you were the only man in
the world.
She walks off.
PREM
(genuinely puzzled)
But I am the only man in the
world.
173 EXT. MUMBAI STREET. NIGHT. 173
The traffic is gridlocked. Latika is pumping the horn.
LATIKA
Come on, come on!
She glances out of the window, sees one of the roadside
shacks with the television on. Gets out of the car and
runs to it.
112.
170 CONTINUED: 170
173A INT. COMMISSIONER’S OFFICE. NIGHT. 173A
The Commissioner grabs his phone.
COMMISSIONER OF POLICE
Get me the Inspector on the
phone now!
173B INT. INSPECTOR’S OFFICE. NIGHT. 173B
The Inspector wanders into his office, still deep in
thought. Switches on the television just as the
Millionaire music starts. Sits. The phone rings.
174 OMITTED 174
175 OMITTED 175
176 OMITTED 176
177 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT. 177
Prem and Jamal walk on-stage. Blinding light. They take
their seats to tumultuous applause.
PREM
Welcome back to Who Wants to be
a Millionaire? I can safely say
that tonight is the biggest
night of both of our lives,
Ladies and Gentlemen. Jamal
Malik, the Call Centre worker
from Mumbai has already won one
Crore rupees, a cool ten
million. Tonight, he can walk
away with that in his pocket or
make the biggest gamble in
television history and go for
the final question and a
staggering twenty million
rupees! Jamal, are you ready for
that question?
JAMAL
Yes.
The lights dim, the music rumbles. Prem pushes the
button on his computer. Pauses. Gets conversational.
PREM
Big reader, are you Jamal? A
lover of literature?
Nervous laughter from the audience. Jamal just shrugs.
113.
(CONTINUED)
JAMAL
I can read.
Even more nervous laughter.
PREM
Lucky! In Alexandre Dumas’ book,
The Three Musketeers, two of the
musketeers are called Athos and
Porthos. What was the name of
the third musketeer. Was it A)
Aramis, B) Cardinal Richelieu,
C) D’Artagnan, D) Planchet.
An involuntary laugh comes out of Jamal’s mouth.
178 INT. ROADSIDE SHACK. NIGHT. 178
In the shack, sitting on an upturned oil drum,
surrounded by puzzled Indians in rags, a slow smile
comes to Latika’s face.
179 OMITTED 179
180 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT. 180
Camera on Prem.
PREM
The final question, for twenty
million rupees: and he’s
smiling. I guess you know the
answer.
JAMAL
Would you believe it? I don’t.
Jamal laughs. There’s nothing else to do. The audience
groan.
PREM
You don’t? So, you’re going to
take the ten million and walk?
JAMAL
No.
PREM
No?
JAMAL
I’ll play.
A gasp from the audience.
114.
177 CONTINUED: 177
(CONTINUED)
PREM
You just said you don’t know the
answer. I heard that, right? You
do understand that if you get
the answer wrong, you lose
everything? Ten million rupees.
A fortune, Jamal.
A terrible pause.
JAMAL
I’d like to phone a friend.
PREM
We’re going to the wire, Ladies
and Gentlemen, we are going to
the wire. The final Life-line.
Here we go….
181 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT. 181
Prem presses his computer. Ominous rumble of drums. The
lights dim. A phone can be heard ringing, the amplified
sound echoing around the studio.
PREM
It’s ringing.
The phone continues to ring.
182 INT. ROADSIDE SHACK. NIGHT. 182
Latika is staring at the television. Then an electric
current seems to shoot through her and she is running,
dodging the static traffic, street vendors, the odd
cow, heading for her abandoned car. Hooting horns,
shouting drivers. The phone rings on…
183 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT. 183
And on…
PREM
Doesn’t look as if your friend
is in, Jamal. Who is it?
JAMAL
My brother’s number, but-
PREM
- the sort of brother who’d go
for a walk on the twenty million
rupee question?
JAMAL
It’s the only number I know.
115.
180 CONTINUED: 180
184 INT. CAR. NIGHT. 184
On the passenger seat of Latika’s car, Salim’s phone
continues to ring…
185 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT. 185
…and ring.
PREM
You’re on your own, Jamal.
Prem looks up at the gallery. The Director shakes his
head, mimes cutting his throat.
186 INT. CAR. NIGHT. 186
Latika wrestles the door open, grabs the phone.
187 INT. STUDIO. NIGHT. 187
Prem opens his mouth to speak. Then, out of the
darkness of the studio,
LATIKA V/O
Hello?
A gasp from the audience.
LATIKA V/O (CONT’D)
Hello? Jamal?
PREM
Wow! That’s cutting it fine. I’m
guessing this isn’t your
brother. This is-
LATIKA V/O
My name is Latika.
The first real smile of Jamal’s adult life.
188 EXT. STUDIO. BACKSTAGE. NIGHT. 188
A small smile spreads across the Inspector’s face.
INSPECTOR
That’s why he’s on the show.
He picks up his hat and hastens out of the room.
116.
189 INT. JAVED’S SAFE-HOUSE. NIGHT. 189
Javed pulls the Bar Girl from him, stares open-mouthed
at the television.
JAVED
What the bloody-?
He pushes the girl off him. Gets to his feet.
JAVED (CONT’D)
Latika! Salim!
190 INT. STUDIO/ INT. ROADSIDE SHACK. NIGHT. 190
PREM
Okay! So, Latika, you want to
hear the question one more time?
And let’s be clear about this.
Twenty million rupees ride on
your answer. You have thirty
seconds. Jamal, please read out
the question to Latika.
JAMAL
Is that really you?
LATIKA V/O
Yes.
PREM
The question, Jamal.
JAMAL
In Alexandre Dumas’ book, The
Three Musketeers, two of the
musketeers are called Athos and
Porthos. What was the name of
the third musketeer. Was it A)
Aramis, B) Cardinal Richelieu,
C) D’Artagnan, D) Planchet.
Silence. The electronic clock ticks loudly.
PREM
Fifteen seconds.
JAMAL
Where are you?
LATIKA V/O
I’m- I’m safe.
PREM
Ten seconds. So, Latika, what do
you think?
Silence.
117.
(CONTINUED)
PREM (CONT’D)
Five, four, three, two, one.
Time’s up! Your answer.
LATIKA V/O
I don’t know.
The audience groan.
PREM
Oh…
LATIKA V/O
I’ve never known.
PREM
You really are on your own, now,
Jamal. Your answer: for twenty
million rupees.
Jamal shrugs.
JAMAL
A.
PREM
A. Because?
JAMAL
Just…because.
PREM
Apka final jawab?
JAMAL
Yes. Final answer. A. Aramis.
The lights dim, the music crescendoes. A buzz runs
around the audience. Prem pushes the button on his
computer. Stares hard at Jamal.
PREM
Computer-ji A lock kiya-jaye.
Jamal Malik, Call Centre
Assistant from Mumbai, for two
Crore, twenty million rupees,
you were asked who the Third
Musketeer was in the novel by
Alexandre Dumas. You used your
final life-line to phone a
friend. You answered A.
Aramis…..which is…I have to
tell you…the correct answer!
Wild applause. Prem jumps up and pulls a bemused Jamal
to his feet, raising his arm in the air. Jamal is
smiling, but disorientated.
118.
190 CONTINUED: 190
(CONTINUED)
PREM (CONT’D)
Ladies and Gentlemen, Jamal
Malik, Crorepati! What a night!
We have all been present at the
making of history, Ladies and
Gentlemen! Jamal Malik,
millionaire!
JAMAL
Latika? Latika?
To ever-increasing roars and applause from the
audience, Prem escorts Jamal off-stage.
191 INT. ROADSIDE SHACK. NIGHT. 191
The line goes dead in Latika’s hand. She stares down at
the phone. The bemused family are still eying her like
an alien. She smiles at them and goes out. The traffic
on the road is still grid-locked. She starts walking,
faster and faster. Then she breaks into a run.
192 INT. JAVED’S SAFE-HOUSE. BATHROOM. NIGHT. 192
A small tv in the bathroom. Salim smiles.
JAVED O/S
Salim! Teri ma ki chute! Salim!
Javed is banging on the door. Salim gets up from where
he has been praying. He climbs into the bath which is
full of bank notes and lies down amongst the money. He
reaches across for the pistol and picks it up. Smiles
slightly as Javed smashes down the door, pulls the
trigger and shoots Javed. He falls onto the floor,
dead. But the Thug right behind him shoots Salim in the
chest. He lies back in the bath, the faintest trace of
a smile on his face as he stares at the pictures of
Jamal on the tv.
SALIM
God is good.
Salim dies.
193 INT. STUDIO. BACKSTAGE. NIGHT. 193
Prem and Jamal are being posed by photographers. A
giant-sized cheque for twenty million rupees is
manhandled onto the floor by the Floor Manager and an
Assistant amidst much cheering and laughter. Jamal is
snapped next to a scowling Prem. The Inspector appears
next to them.
INSPECTOR
Just one more thing left, Sir.
119.
190 CONTINUED: (2) 190
(CONTINUED)
Prem smiles.
PREM
Finally, huh?
INSPECTOR
If you’d like to come with me.
He takes Jamal by the arm, leads him backstage.
194 INT/EXT. POLICE JEEP. NIGHT. 194
Jamal sits silent in the back seat next to the
Inspector as he drives through the traffic. Then:
JAMAL
Truth alone triumphs? I should
have known better.
The Inspector stops the jeep. Unlocks the handcuffs.
Holds the back door open for Jamal.
INSPECTOR
Thought you might need a lift,
Sir.
He nods towards the outside world. Dazed, Jamal gets
out.
195 EXT. CHHATRAPATI SHIVAJI TERMINUS. NIGHT. 195
Jamal finds himself gazing up at VT station. Slowly, he
wanders inside. The Inspector takes the contents of the
file and tears them slowly in half. Lets the pieces
fall on the ground. Gets back in the jeep and drives
away.
196 OMITTED 196
197 INT. CHHATRAPATI SHIVAJI TERMINUS. NIGHT. 197
VT station is awash with the evening commute. Thousands
of people crowd the platforms, jostling the only still
figure who is sitting at the base of the statue of
Frederick Stevens. Jamal. Then there is a gap in the
wall of bodies that swirls around him. Jamal gets to
his feet.
JAMAL
Latika?
Then she is gone in the melee again. Only to reappear.
120.
193 CONTINUED: 193
(CONTINUED)
LATIKA
Jamal?
Jamal forces himself through the people. Nothing will
stop him. Latika too is shoving them aside until they
are face-to-face. They stop, look at each other, hold
each other’s hands tight. The whole station seems
frozen, the only movement from a thousand bodies being
Jamal and Latika.
LATIKA (CONT’D)
I thought we would meet again
only in death.
He shakes his head.
JAMAL
I knew you’d be watching.
Jamal puts his hand on Latika’s chin, turns her head
gently so that she is facing him. He sees the knife
scars on her cheek for the first time. She tries to
turn her head, but he won’t let her. Runs his hand
slowly down the scar. Rests his hand there.
JAMAL (CONT’D)
This is our destiny.
He gently kisses the scarred cheek.
JAMAL (CONT’D)
This is our destiny.
The camera pulls back and back, rising above the
station. The music starts and the frozen station comes
alive, two thousand kurta-clad men and saree-clad women
dancing in and out and on top of the trains, an unbound
celebration of hope and humanity that has at its
centre, Jamal and Latika.
THE END.
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