The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel Page #3

This is that very building,

madam.

You Photoshopped it!

No. I have offered a vision

of the future.

Of course, I'd hoped that by

now it would be the present.

But, you know, in India,

we have a saying-

Everything will be

all right in the end.

So if it is not all right,

it is not yet the end.

What will start to make it all right

is if you'll give us a refund.

Of course. Of course. If that is what

you desire, then you must have it.

Absolutely no problem. I'll refund you completely.

You will?

Most definitely, madam.

Straightaway?

I most definitely will.

Straightaway

in three months, okay?

Um, have you tried, um,

jiggling it about a bit?

Yes, I did that.

Did you kind of bang it lightly

on the desk a few times?

Yes, I did that too.

Okay. Um-

Right.

How do you come

to be in India?

Oh, uh- Oh.

I invested our-

well, my retirement money...

in our daughter's

Internet company.

She assured me that as soon as the

start-up actually, uh, started up...

and the conversion from virtual to

actual became sufficiently viable,

then she'd be able to pay it all back.

I'm not sure I understand

what most of those words mean.

Well, it turns out

neither did she.

Ah. There you are.

Good as new.

Really?

No, of course not.

Now, would you like me

to, um, not fix that chair?

Because I could almost

certainly do that as well.

J;

How long have I

waited for this moment...

to present to you,

in honor of your arrival,

a special Welcome British

roast for you all.

Cooked lovingly by myself...

and my most loyalist helper

and friend, Young Wasim.

- Roast what?

- A wonderful taste of Blighty.

Roast what?

Roast goat curry.

Gentle friends, you have found

your way to this place,

bequeathed to me

by my beloved father,

that I have raised from the

ruins of his broken dreams...

and renamed The Best

Exotic Marigold Hotel...

for the Elderly and Beautiful.

Yes. I use these words

most deliberately.

For you have all heard

the chimes at midnight,

and long in tooth

have you become.

Who knows how many days

you have left?

But we are most honored that you have

chosen to spend that time with us.

Please-

Oh! -

What's he got?

Douglas, do something.

Let me through, please.

My brother is a doctor.

Sorry, please.

This man is dead.

Oh, my God!

Please, we must cover his face.

We should preserve his dignity at this terrible moment.

I'm sorry, buddy.

- He coughed. I saw him cough.

- He moved.

He's alive.

Did- Did I nod Off?

All is right. He didn't die.

I was looking forward to that meal.

It's hell.

I was frightened.

I'm in hell.

Marigold

Hotel, Jaipur. Day nine.

Old habits die easier than

we think, and new ones form.

No longer do I reach out

in the morning for Radio 4.

My news comes instead

from the Jaipur Herald.

Soon, I might even grow accustomed to

the storm of car horns and vendors.

One moment.

The carburetor, sir.

Carburetor is broken.

Can there be anywhere else

in the world...

tha! is such an assault

on the senses?

Those who know the country of old

just go about their business.

But nothing can prepare

the uninitiated..

for this riot

of noise and color,

for the heat, the motion,

the perpetual teeming crowds.

Sonny is conducting his own

personal assault on our senses...

with a flow of exotic dishes he

demands daily from the kitchen.

Mooli moong dal,

bagara baingan,

banjara gosht,

paneer methi chaman,

mutton vindaloo.

Initially, you're overwhelmed.

But gradually,

you realize it's like a wave.

Resist

and you'll be knocked over.

Mrs. Donnelly!

Dive into it, and you'll

swim out the other side.

Excuse me. I wonder, could you

direct me to this address?

No more. No more.

I don't have any more.

I haven't got any more.

This is a new

and different world.

The challenge

is to cope with it.

And not just cope, but thrive.

Graham was talking about

this marvelous temple.

I thought you might

want to come with me.

I'm your wife. Have we met?

Would you really rather

stay here all day?

Yes,

given the alternative.

When I walk out in the morning,

all the street kids smile at me.

That's 'cause

you give them money.

Um, okay.

I'll go on my own.

- This can't be right, surely.

- I am thinking so, saab.

There used to be houses all along there.

These were homes.

I can take you

some other place?

No. No, no, no. No.

That will be all for now.

Thank you.

Here. Thank you very much.

Thank you, sir.

Um, excuse me.

Yeah?

- Uh, there used to be houses here.

- All knocked down.

What about the people,

the families?

They moved to

a different place.

Uh, don't- don't grip it so

tightly with your right hand.

The bat.

Yes, it's just there

for guidance.

You keep

your left elbow high...

so you play through the ball.

Thank you.

Okay.

You're ready to go home,

Mrs. Donnelly.

That's not my home.

I want to go back

to England.

As soon as you can stand up and

walk onto the plane, you can.

Until then, I will assist

in your recuperation.

How is the hip feeling?

They must have got lucky.

It's strange.

The more operations they

perform, the luckier they get.

Oh.

I didn't realize.

Um, sorry.

Oh!

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I'm dreadfully sorry.

Yes?

Sorry.

I'm just looking

for this address.

Yes.

Do you understand?

Could you help me

find this place?

Yes.

Is that, yes, you do understand

or, yes, you could help me?

Yes. Yes.

Oh.

Well, let's just

go with both, shall we?

Yes.

Oh!

Yes.

Give me the ball.

I can take him.

Down is where

you are going, uncle.

You do your worst.

Come on, Sanjay.

You can do it.

Come on, Sanjay.

I felt the need,

the need for speed.

Yes!

Are you all right, uncle?

Yes. Yes, I'm fine.

Oh.

We do appreciate your custom,

which is very important to us.

And can I draw your attention

to our special new-

Are you sure I can't

offer you something?

We have some, uh, English breakfast tea.

Building tea, as you call it.

A builder's tea?

Builder's tea.

No, thank you. I'm fine.

So, tell me. How can I help you?

I don't think you can. I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have come.

No, wait.

It's just that I saw your

advertisement in the local newspaper,

and it specifically mentioned the

ability to talk to older people.

But this wasn't

what I imagined.

- You came for a job?

- I'm sorry. I've wasted your time.

Look, everyone working here is a

graduate from a good university.

This is a place for ambitious

people, young people.

Yes, I see that now.

I'm sorry.

No. Please, sit down.

Sit down. Please.

So it is really builder's tea?

Yes. We dunk biscuits

into it.

You dunk"?

Well, it means lowering the

biscuit into the tea...

and letting it

soak in there...

and trying to calculate the exact

moment before the biscuit dissolves...

when you can whip it up

into your mouth...

and enjoy the blissful union

of biscuit and tea combined.

It is more relaxing

than it sounds.

Perhaps you can

help us after all.

I thought

you weren't coming.

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