The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel 2 Page #7

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It's brilliant and it's working.

But to keep growing, you've got

to have somewhere to grow into.

You were going to buy the hotel.

I'm proposing we own it together.

As part of the company

we form together, equal partners.

I know you began this

journey on your own,

but you've gone as far

as you can without help.

Without me.

What do you say?

I can see you're talking now, Kushal.

Your lips are moving.

But all I hear is the soft hiss

of treachery and betrayal.

- This was your plan all along.

- I had no plan!

Mrs. Donnelly, can you please

talk to this guy?

What's your advice, Mrs. Donnelly?

Never to give any.

Listen, think about it, take some time.

Long as you want. Five minutes?

Five is more than enough.

Is there really nothing you can do?

Are you really writing a book?

Well, I'm trying, yeah.

My son thinks you're not

who you say you are.

Is that why you came?

So tell me about your book.

Ah, okay.

Well... The story's changed quite a bit.

It was meant to be a story

about the end of things but now...

maybe it's about the beginning of them.

It's about a man who...

whose life has fallen apart...

and he's done what people do

when they've been bruised.

He circles the wagons, he shuts down.

But now he's, he's come

somewhere very far away and...

suddenly he's awake.

His blood is moving. He's...

It's the place,

it's the extraordinary place.

But mostly...

it's this person that he's met there.

And how does...

How does she feel?

Well, she doesn't know.

Not immediately, of course not.

That would be kind of

a short story if she did.

I think that she's scared.

And I'm sure that she was an incredibly...

beautiful young woman...

and she knows she's not that young anymore.

Although to him...

to him she looks wonderful.

But she wouldn't trust him

if he said that, so...

Actually, I don't think

she trusts anybody, really.

Least of all herself, which is probably

a sign that she's become...

become someone who she

doesn't really wanna be.

And every day that goes by

makes it harder to remember...

that she once was passionate, willful.

She disapproves of those things.

Now she fears them.

Which is why he's not pushing.

For now...

For now he just wants

an evening with her.

And another.

To see what happens.

That's my story.

Or at least what I know of it so far.

Shall we write the next chapter?

I don't know what to do, Mrs. Donnelly.

I used always to dream of the future...

but now all I see is him in front of me.

Looking back and laughing.

Having taken from me my livelihood...

and my Sunaina.

You know, there's a long list

of things I don't care for.

Doctors, sunburn. Mosquitoes.

People who outstay their welcome.

I could go on forever.

But there is one thing...

I cannot bear and that's self-pity.

It destroys everything around it.

Now don't be that idiot.

Don't let that happen.

Then tell me what to do, madam.

You have to work that out on your own.

Why, when you are here?

So you can do it when I'm not.

- Evening all.

- Oh, good evening, Mrs. Hardcastle.

In before midnight.

Only two customers.

I finished my shift early.

I felt like being alone.

Oh, call for the doctor, Sonny.

Nimish asked me to marry him

this morning.

And Abhilash did the same

this afternoon.

Decision time.

Your mother was one of the customers.

It appears she won

the Mr. Chambers lottery.

I didn't even realize she was playing.

Congratulations would have been nice.

I'm looking for my mother, Mr. Dharuna.

And her dinner companion.

I believe they were here tonight.

I could not possibly say, sir.

Did they leave together?

The Viceroy Club values discretion

above all else, sir.

You cannot put a price on it.

1,000 rupees.

They went into one of the bedrooms, sir.

- You have bedrooms?

- Yes.

For when our members get tired.

Or fortunate.

Thank you.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Sonny?

What are you doing here?

I think that's my line, Mummyji.

I came to speak to the inspector.

I have business to discuss with him.

What kind of business?

I need to know if I can

rely on his support...

with or without

the Supreme Quality Hotel.

He's not an inspector.

If that's what he's saying,

he's lying to you.

I don't think so.

I don't want to see you hurt, Mummyji.

I can take care of myself, beta.

And your business can

wait till the morning.

Go home now.

Is there anything else

I can get you for morning?

I'd like breakfast in my room

at 9:
00, please.

And Earl Grey tea with pasteurized milk.

That's very important.

Anyone for a quick drink before bed?

I'd quite like a walk along the bay.

It's one of the sights, after all.

Especially at night.

What a lovely idea. Shall we come?

Oh, well, yes, of course.

I mean, if you...

Douglas, I was joking.

I'd rather walk naked

through the fiery flames of hell.

Bye, darling.

Practically the same thing.

Shall we go up?

She checked out, sir.

I beg your pardon?

Mrs. Greenslade

checked out earlier, sir.

Did she say where she was going?

Not to me, sir. Very, very sorry.

Okay.

Okay.

I tell you, he turned white as a sheet.

And the silly thing is I don't have

enough hair to run my hand through. See?

Your cousin was brilliant today.

It was the Hindi scolding

that did the job.

I thought my mother

has walked into the room.

Thank you, that was delicious.

Thank you.

So kind of you to put me up.

When you live in a hotel, you rather

crave an alternative occasionally.

It is our pleasure to welcome our cousin

and his friend to Mumbai.

- Namaste.

- Namaste.

There's no welcome

like an Indian welcome.

It is genuine.

That was rubbish about the hotel.

The truth is that I checked out

because there's something

I can't deal with at the moment.

For reasons that are utterly

stupid and feeble.

I'm only telling you because

you don't know the person involved.

Mr. Douglas.

My friend is mending his bike.

He's a good man.

And a brave one. Far braver than me.

Who fails to give him back

even half of what he deserves.

I want to say to him,

"Just give me time and I'll get there."

If I wasn't so useless,

that's what I'd say.

"Just give me a bit more time."

How much time do you have?

Just had an idea.

Why don't I pop by the agency today,

take you out to lunch?

Oh, not today, darling.

Busy, busy, busy.

I'll probably just have

a sandwich at my desk.

I could bring it to you.

You are so sweet.

Good morning.

Morning, Miss Beech. How are you today?

Not bad at all. Kushal and I

rather painted the town red.

Might I have some of that, please?

Now, Sunaina...

are you allowed to tell me

about your dress or is...

Oh Jesus! God, that's hot!

What the heck were you...

I'm so sorry, Miss Beech.

Are you alright?

Oh, no. No, it's no problem.

Honestly. It was my fault.

Hello, Dad.

Morning, darling.

You look tired. Did you not sleep?

I've been trying to learn

my speech for the wedding.

Thought I'd do it note-free.

Never say die and all that.

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