The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel Page #7

for my service...

as if that was all it was.

I found, um, a flat in the end.

My problem was what to do

with all the time I had.

I mean, the flat- It's so small, I can

have it spotless in half an hour.

And then, you know,

what am I supposed to do?

For the rest of the day?

- Give her these, will you?

- Sure.

John Smith.

Mr. John Smith.

That's right. Me.

Ah, this way.

JJ:

J Freak out J

J Le Freak, c'est chic J

J Freak out J

J Ahhh, freak out J

J Le Freak, c'est chic J

J Freak out J

J Have you heard

about the new dance craze?J

J Listen to us

I'm sure you'll be amazed J

J Big fun

to be had by everyone J

J It's up to you

It surely can be done JJ

Hello? Marigold Hotel.

Is this it?

This is it.

You're not worried about the

danger of having sex at your age?

If she dies, she dies.

Progress! Progress!

Mrs. Donnelly! Mrs. Hardcastle!

The wheel is turning

most assuredly in our favor!

Mr. Dashwood, everybody,

great news!

What is it, Sonny? They are working.

They are working!

Well, that is good news.

What are working?

The telephones of the Marigold Hotel.

I must tell everybody.

I must tell my mother!

Congratulations.

Mr. Dashwood, wait.

Uh, you have a phone call.

No way they could find

anything in that office.

They probably just picked

an address out at random...

just to- just to keep

me off their backs.

I'm sure

that's what happened.

It's going to be nothing.

Don't you think

it's going to be nothing?

I think you should just

knock on the door and see.

Oh, I- I'm sorry

to disturb you.

Um, my name

is Graham Dashwood.

And, uh, many years ago-

I know who you are.

L- I-I'm- I'm sorry.

I- I don't know who you are.

I'm Gaurika,

the wife of Manoj.

Oh, well, I'm very

pleased to meet you.

Um, if you could, uh- If you'd,

uh, tell him that I called by,

I'd very much appreciate it.

What was she thinking?

I beg your pardon?

His wife. Manoj's wife.

She knew who Graham was.

Had he told her?

Do you think we'll find out tomorrow?

Not me.

I'm heading up to the Badi Mahal Palace.

I'm very excited.

I've been reading all about it.

Tell me.

Well, I would

if I could remember-

Please come. Nice meal.

Romantic music. Please come.

We've already eaten.

Thank you.

Please come. Please come.

J; JJ

A midnight booty call,

how utterly marvelous.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I don't know what your name is,

but I'm incredibly sorry.

Don't be. It's the most

action I've had in weeks.

- If you would just please-

- Don't worry, Mrs. Hardcastle!

I can explain each

and-and every thing.

Oh, my God. You're naked?

Mrs. Hardcastle, I must apologize

with deep and profound sincerity.

How could you not tell me

you weren't in your room?

Yes, Sunaina, to you, too,

I must apologize.

Now go. Get out.

I'm going to-

What is going on here?

Who screamed?

No, no, no, no, no.

This is a respectable hotel,

not a brothel.

You, take your things

and get out. Get out.

Mrs. Hardcastle,

I expected better of you.

Actually, this is exactly what I

expected of you. Nevertheless-

Mrs. Kapoor,

I'm Sunaina.

Since I will not be paying

for your services,

your name is

of no interest to me.

How do you know mine?

Because this-

This is my Sunaina.

This is the girl you described

to me as not too modern?

- This is getting interesting.

- Mummyji, don't get the wrong idea.

Sunaina was not here

to be with Mrs. Hardcastle.

She was here

to have sex with me.

This is the kind of woman

you are?

Okay. Each to her own.

But don't you ever tell me that you

are a suitable wife for my son.

Just take your things

and get out.

Sunaina?

How did it go?

I've seen

the top of the mountain.

And it is good.

I saw someone yesterday.

A man I haven't seen

for years.

A man that I've loved

all my life.

A man?

Yes.

Carry on.

I didn't know how he'd been

in the meantime. I-

I- I-I didn't want to guess,

really,

'cause I'd brought disgrace

on him and his family,

and I imagined

he might hate me.

Well, we talked all night.

Yeah, he's been happy.

He's had a peaceful life

and, uh,

he's never forgotten me.

That's what he said.

Hmm.

All that time, I thought I'd

sentenced him to a life of shame.

But I was the one in prison.

But not any more.

Top of the mountain.

How was the night?

Rather special.

Oh! You are back again.

It's been quite

a remarkable night all around.

First you tell me your news.

First you tell me your news

and th-

Day 45.

Of course, it was inevitable.

Put enough 0ld people

in the same place,

it won 7 be too long

before one of them goes.

Graham died of a heart condition

which he'd had for many years.

So he knew before he left that

he would not be coming back.

He wanted to die in India.

He just didn't want

any of us to know.

He kept his promise

to lake me to Udaipur.

Manoj wanted him to have a Hindu

burial there, by the lake.

At the place

they had visited together.

Not a holy place.

Although, for them, perhaps it was.

It takes a long time

for a body to be consumed

Many hours for the mourners

to remember their dead

The fire must be W at dawn,

and by sunset there must

be nothing left but ash.

Is it our friend

we are grieving for,

whose life we knew so little?

Or is it our own loss

that we are mourning?

Have we traveled far enough that

we can allow our tears to fall?

When someone dies, you

think about your own life.

And I don't want to

grow older.

I don't want to be

condescended to.

To become marginalized

and ignored by society.

I don't want to be the first person they

let off the plane in a hostage crisis.

Hello.

Oh, hello.

I wondered where you'd been.

We're all having a drink up top.

I went to see Gaurika,

Manoj's wife.

Why?

I wanted to ask her

how much she knew.

The answer is

that she knew everything.

That he loved another man,

that he always would.

He told her when the marriage

was arranged.

They had no secrets

from each other. None.

That's right, isn't it?

That has to be right.

It made me realize

how much I'd failed Hugh.

What's the use of a marriage

when nothing is shared?

Mrs. Greenslade.

Might I have

my husband back now?

Douglas?

Forgive me.

Sorry. Sorry.

Forgive me.

Sorry.

She was upset.

Oh, spare me your explanation.

Do you think I'm jealous?

I don't see why else you would've

embarrassed me and Evelyn.

You seem to be doing a perfectly

good job of embarrassing yourself.

Can you imagine how ghastly

it is for everyone...

to see you mooning around after that

simpering, doe-eyed ex-housewife,

taking advantage

of her loneliness?

God, can you hear yourself?

Can you?

Do you have any idea what a

terrible person you've become?

All you give out

is this endless negativity.

A refusal to see

any kind of light and joy,

even when it's staring you

in the face.

And a desperate need to squash any sign

of happiness in me or-or-or anyone else.

It's a wonder I don't fling myself

at the first kind word or gesture...

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