The White Tiger (2021) Movie Script

["Beware of the Boys"
by Punjabi MC feat. Jay-Z playing]
It's the Roc in the building
- Khaliq
- 'Sup
- Ramel
- 'Sup
Pharell in the house
- [tires screeching]
- [car honking]
- Oh, whoa!
- [both laughing]
[music continues]
- [woman] Should I switch to tequila now?
- [man] Why not?
- [woman] Maharaja, sing for me! Sing!
- Sing! Sing!
Why is he on this side of the road?
What is happening? What?
- Why is he driving like that?
- Madam, should I drive now?
- [woman] Are you worried, Maharaja?
- No, no, I'm not worried.
You're worried. [laughing]
- Madam, cow!
- [woman] The cow's not gonna move.
Holy cow, so jao!
[laughs]
[song continues]
[woman] This was the best birthday.
I never would have made it if
Happy birthday to you
[woman] Oh, my God!
[man] Happy birthday to you
You're such a
Happy birthday, dear Pinky
- Happy birthday
- [shouting in Hindi]
[thuds]
[narrator in English] Pardon me,
this is no way to start a story.
I'm Indian, after all,
and it is an ancient
and venerated custom of my people
to start a story
by praying to a higher power.
So I, too, should start off
by kissing some God's foot, but which God?
The Muslims have one.
The Christians have three.
And we Hindus have 36 million.
Making a grand total of 36 million
and four divine feet
for me to choose from.
There are some
who think that none of these gods exist,
but in my country,
it pays to play it both ways.
The Indian entrepreneur has to be straight
and crooked, mocking and believing,
sly and sincere, all at the same time.
[reporter] Wen Jiabao,
Prime Minister of China,
will arrive in India this month
to meet with leading Indian entrepreneurs.
The Chinese Premier hopes to learn
about the growing Indian economy.
The eyes of the world are watching
as these two economic superpowers meet.
Jiabao is expected to
[narrator] Mr. Jiabao, Your Excellency,
when I heard you were coming
to meet some Indian entrepreneurs,
I just knew I had to email you.
Our nation, though it has
no drinking water, electricity,
sewage system, public transportation,
sense of hygiene, discipline,
courtesy, or punctuality,
does have entrepreneurs.
[reporter] Prime Minister Jiabao
wants to learn
about India's
booming outsourcing economy
[narrator] I've been following the rise
of your country for some time, sir.
I know you Chinese are great lovers
of freedom and individual liberty.
The British tried
to make you their servants,
but you never let them.
I admire that, Mr. Premier.
You see, I was a servant once.
Today, I am a celebrated entrepreneur
in Bangalore,
the Silicon Valley of India.
They say it's named
after a Silicon Valley in America,
but I think we can agree
that America is so yesterday.
India and China are so tomorrow.
In the belief that the future of the world
lies with the yellow man
and the brown man,
now that our erstwhile master,
the white-skinned man,
has wasted himself through buggery,
cell phone usage, and drug abuse,
I offer to tell you, free of charge,
the truth about India
by telling you the story of my life.
These are the best-fed
and most important members of my family.
After them, my sly, old Granny, Kusum.
She had forced my brother,
Kishan, to work in the tea shop.
And she took every rupee
from my father, a rickshaw puller.
I come from the village of Laxmangarh,
which is in the darkness.
India is two countries in one,
an India of light
and an India of darkness.
I think a rich man like you
knows which one I come from.
To give you the basic facts about me,
there's no beating that poster,
the one the police made of me
some years ago
due to an act of entrepreneurship.
Yes, the police are looking for me. Why?
I'll get to that in time,
but only if you promise not to judge me
until I've told you my glorious tale.
[speaking Hindi]
[in English] Read. You.
Can't you read it?
- A, G, Z...
- [kids laughing]
[speaking Hindi]
Have you taught them nothing,
you useless fuck?
- [in English] Sorry.
- [man in Hindi] What "sorry"?
[in English] "We live in a glorious land."
"The Lord Buddha
received enlightenment in this land."
"We are grateful to God
that we are born in this land."
Come here, boy.
Who is this woman?
The Great Socialist, sir.
What is the Great Socialist's message
for children?
Any poor boy in any forgotten village
can grow up
to become prime minister of India.
In the jungle,
which is the rarest of animals
that comes along
only once in a generation?
The white tiger.
That is what you are. The white tiger.
I will ensure that you get a scholarship
to a school far away from here,
to our glorious capital, Delhi.
[in Hindi] Papa, know what this is called?
What?
It's called "clavicle."
- [in English] Clavicle?
- Clavicle.
[Balram's father] Clavicle?
[in Hindi] And these
are called "shoulders."
And this is called "backbone."
[Balram's father mutters]
- And what's this called?
- These are called "cheeks."
- And what's this called?
- This is called "nose."
- What's this called?
- [both laugh]
[Balram in English]
In the darkness, we all slept together
with legs falling one over the other
like one creature, a millipede.
[distant fart]
[distant snoring]
LONG LIVE THE GREAT SOCIALIS [car honking]
[young Kishan in Hindi] Hey, Balram!
[Balram in English] The Stork.
He was the landlord who ruled our village
and collected
a third of everything we earned.
He fed so much on the village
that there was nothing left to feed on.
[mutters in Hindi]
[Balram] We feared his elder son,
the Mongoose, even more.
[man speaking Hindi]
[Balram] And my father was
always in debt to them.
[in Hindi] Don't make me ask again!
[young Kishan] Psst, psst! Munna!
Get your book and chalk, let's go.
[indistinct chatter]
The tea shop? I'm supposed to go to Delhi.
Father didn't pay the master.
Granny said you have to work now.
[shop owner] Kishan!
What're you doing over there? Get to work!
[young Kishan] Now break every last one.
You don't like it?
Imagine it's my skull you're breaking.
[flies buzzing]
[Kusum] Hey, sweetie
Eat your dinner.
[Balram in English] I never saw
the inside of a school again.
[in Hindi] Eat it.
[Balram's father coughing]
[Balram in English]
By the end of that year,
my father was sick with tuberculosis.
No politician
had built a hospital in Laxmangarh,
so we had to travel
two days to another village.
[young Kishan in Hindi]
I'll find a doctor.
- [Balram in English] No doctor ever came.
- [Balram's father coughing]
[Balram] Election promises had taught me
how important it is
not to be a poor man in a free democracy.
[coughing]
[crowd singing in Hindi]
God's name is the truth
[crowd continues singing]
[priest singing in Sanskrit]
[Balram in English]
Even in death, he was resisting his fate.
Resisting to die, be reborn,
and die again, all for nothing.
I understood in this moment,
how hard it is for a man
to win his freedom in India.
[rooster crowing]
[Balram] Later, I came to realize why.
The greatest thing
to come out of this country
in its 10,000-year history
the rooster coop.
They can see and smell the blood.
They know they are next,
yet they don't rebel.
They don't try and get out of the coop.
Servants here
have been raised to behave the same.
[rickshaw bell rings]
The furniture on his back
is worth at least two years his salary,
and yet he will faithfully pedal
the money back to his boss
without ever touching a single rupee.
No servant does.
Why? Because Indians are the world's
most honest and spiritual people?
No.
It's because 99.9% of us
are caught in the rooster coop.
The trustworthiness
of servants is so strong
that you can put
the key of emancipation in a man's hand
and he will throw it
back at you with a curse.
[indistinct chatter]
I had learned to use my time
to eavesdrop on customers,
waiting for an opportunity.
[in Hindi] Would you like some tea?
Put on some tea!
[in English] Something my brother
had given up on long ago.
[in Hindi] Make it quickly.
[indistinct chatter]
Are you deaf? Get to work.
THE GREAT SOCIALIS [car honking]
[children chattering]
[Balram in English] I know communists
like you don't believe in God, sir,
but do you believe in fate?
That was when I first saw him,
the Stork's youngest son, Mr. Ashok.
He had just moved from America
back to India, to Dhanbad,
where his family
had made a fortune in coal.
I knew then, this was the master for me.
[Balram in Hindi] I overheard them saying
they need a second driver for Mr. Ashok.
He's just come back...
But you don't know how to drive!
I just need 300 rupees
for the driving lessons and...
No! You've always
been insolent like your father.
You'll stay right here with Kishan.
[Balram in English]
Granny had married him off,
given him two weeks
to dip his beak into his wife,
and now he was stuck here.
I would be too.
[in Hindi] Okay, forget it.
I thought if I became their driver,
you'd buy a bunch of water buffaloes
and be the envy of the village.
So you'll become
a driver for the landlords?
You could be
the richest woman in the village.
[scoffs] Swear on all the gods
you believe in
that you'll send every rupee,
- every month, to your Granny.
- [repeats in Hindi]
- I swear.
- Stop smiling!
Pinch your hand and swear!
I'm pinching! Granny, just think
You'll become
the richest woman in the village.
This cane will become gold,
and when you swing it like this,
the entire village
will line up to see you.
[Kishan] Wait! Granny made your favorite!
You eat your oily okra!
I'm gonna eat in Dhanbad!
[Kishan shouts in Hindi]
[men singing in Hindi]
[vehicles honking]
[Balram in English] And now,
I just had to learn to drive.
[instructor speaking Hindi]
[in English] Right. Right. Right.
[in Hindi] Watch out, sister-fucker!
You're from a caste of sweet makers.
Only a boy from a warrior class
can tame a wild stallion.
Muslims, Rajputs, Sikhs
have aggression in their blood.
Why don't you stick to making sweets?
[tires screeching]
It's not enough to drive.
You've got to become a driver.
Anyone tries to overtake you, do this
Out of the way, sister-fucker!
[honking]
- [Balram] Outta my way, fucker!
- [driver cursing in Hindi]
The road is a jungle.
A good driver
must roar to get ahead on it!
- [engine revving]
- [honks]
[Balram in English] It wasn't
so hard to find out where they lived.
I just had to get through the door.
- [in Hindi] Yeah?
- Namaste, sir.
[in Hindi] What do you want?
Any need of a driver, sir?
I've got four years' experience.
My master recently died, so I...
Get lost. We have a driver already.
I see you have two cars, sir,
but do you have two drivers?
What's wrong with you?
Get lost, motherfucker.
Sir? This is your house?
[in English] Namaste, sir. I'm from
your village, sir! From Laxmangarh.
- [in Hindi] Laxmangarh?
- Yes, sir!
The gods must be watching over us!
[in English] I used to work at
the tea stall, sir, at the main junction!
And I would bring tea
to your Ambassador car.
- [speaks Hindi]
- Let the boy in.
- But, sir...
- [The Stork] Let him in.
I can't believe it's you, sir.
How the crops died since you left.
And we prayed that
[in English] you should have more sons
to keep rule in the village, sir.
[in Hindi] Get up.
[in English] Do people still remember me?
[in Hindi] Of course, sir.
[in English] We all say
our father is gone, sir.
The best and the most holy
of the landlords, like Gandhi-ji, sir.
Like Gandhi?
Ji, sir. Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi-ji.
Okay. Okay.
What do you want?
Sir, with your permission, sir,
I want to be a driver for you
or for your son.
- Are you Muslim?
- [in Hindi] No, sir.
[in English] I bathe regularly,
keep myself clean, sir, and I'm not lazy.
- Hey, I'm Ashok.
- Hey, don't do that.
You need a driver,
let's take him for a spin.
- See how good he is.
- [in Hindi] Yes, sir.
[in English] Just my luck, the Mongoose.
- [The Stork in Hindi] He drives well.
- [in English] Yeah.
- [in Hindi] What's your caste?
- Halwai, sir.
Is that a high caste or low?
[Balram in English] In the old days,
when India was
the richest nation on Earth,
there were 1,000 castes and destinies.
These days, there are just two castes.
Men with big bellies
and men with small bellies.
And there are only two destinies,
eat or get eaten up.
- [in Hindi] Low caste, sir.
- Ugh!
- All our servants are high caste.
- [in English] Why does his caste matter?
- [in Hindi] You drink?
- No, sir.
- [in English] In my caste we never drink.
- So what do you do?
[in Hindi] Steal?
Halwai?
- You're a sweet maker?
- Yes, sir.
[in English] That's why
you're so sweet to us?
- Do you cook?
- Certainly, sir. Very well.
- Like what?
- Sir, all kinds of sweets, sir.
Gulab jamun, rasgulla ho gaya,
ladoo, rasmalai, kaju barfi.
[in Hindi] Whatever you like, sir.
[in English] The driver can cook too.
Only in India. Can you start tomorrow?
Not so fast, bhai.
We'll have to check on his family first.
- [in Hindi] How much you want?
- I don't want any money, sir.
[in English] You are like parents to me.
How can I ask my parents for money?
Fifteen-hundred a month.
[in Hindi] No, sir, that's too much.
[in English] Give me
half of that, sir. It's enough.
If we keep you
beyond two months, it will go to 2,000.
And you only drive me.
[in Hindi] Yes, sir.
[honking]
- [in English] Can you honk less?
- [in Hindi] Bro, you wanna climb in here?
- Get moving!
- Watch how you drive!
- [in English] Why'd you do that? Don't.
- [in Hindi] Get the rod? Get the rod.
I know you're play-acting.
You haven't been hired yet, hick!
[Balram in English] The Mongoose
must have called his man in Laxmangarh,
because two days later
when they did hire me,
they knew everything about my family.
The pride and glory
of our nation, the Indian family.
Every master has to know exactly where
their servant's family live at all times
just in case a servant decides
to steal from his employer and run.
If so
[gunshot]
Fair enough. I would do the same.
[man speaks Hindi]
[Balram in English]
But it's what the masters do
to their servants' families.
[gun cocking]
[gunshot]
This is how the rooster coop works.
This is how it traps so many millions
of men and women in India.
So rest assured, the Stork
and his sons could count on my loyalty.
[in Hindi] This is the room.
This is my room?
You'll share it with me.
I'll find a mattress
from the store for you.
No, there's no need for that.
I'll be quite comfortable on the floor.
Nothing to worry about.
- There's even a first class roof!
- [chuckles]
Here. You're to wear this at all times.
- [Balram] It's mine?
- Yes.
- Hey, hero!
- Yes, sir?
I hope you like carpets.
When you're done cleaning those,
wash all the windows.
Got it?
But I'm the driver, sir.
No. You're the "number two" driver.
[speaking in Hindi]
[Balram in English]
Is there any hatred on Earth
like the hatred of the number-two servant
for the number one?
While I cleaned,
he strolled about like a master.
He had every Hindu God lined up
and was always praying,
as if to accuse me of being a Naxal,
a communist, like you, sir.
I would not let him out pray me.
[both singing in Sanskrit]
[in Hindi] Sir,
why is Ram Persad not eating?
- And his mouth stinks these days.
- You keep your mouth shut.
[continues speaking in Hindi]
[Balram in English]
This man was hiding something,
and a successful entrepreneur
always finds his competition's secrets.
[Ashok and Pinky grunt]
[Pinky] Good job. Good. Did you hear that?
Yeah, that was good, right?
Hey, driver!
Hey, driver. Can you come here, please?
[Pinky] All right,
I need you to lie down for this
Hey! Come in.
I wanted to ask you some questions.
Hey, could you
turn around for me for a second?
- [Balram] Yes.
- [Pinky] No!
[chuckles] That's not what I meant.
Just stand here.
Um, I feel like your back's
[Balram] I'm ashamed to admit it now,
but in that moment I thought
Mr. Ashok's wife, Pinky Madam,
was one of "those women."
[Pinky] Oh, I'm so sorry,
I didn't even introduce myself.
Hi, I'm Pinky. Nice to meet you.
Honey, honey, all right.
I need to talk to him.
- All right. Okay.
- I need to talk.
So, uh, driver. We're both
I'm sorry. What's your name?
- Sir, Balram, sir.
- [Ashok] Yeah, Balram.
So, Balram,
do you know what the Internet is?
No, sir, but I could drive
to the market right now, sir,
and get as many as you want.
No, it's okay. Thank you.
Do you have Facebook?
Yes, sir. Books.
I always loved books, sir.
Yeah, I heard you can read.
Have you ever seen a computer?
Yes, sir. Actually, we had many of them
in the village, with the goats.
- [Ashok] Goats?
- Ji, sir.
The goats
are pretty advanced to use computers.
[Balram] I could tell from their faces
I had made a mistake.
Pinky, you see. He's got two,
three years schooling in him.
He can read and write,
but he doesn't get what he's read.
He's half-baked.
Okay, now you're being a jerk.
He's standing right there.
- I'm not being a jerk.
- [Pinky] Come on, Ashok.
You're missing the point, Pinky.
Our driver represents
the biggest untapped market in India,
waiting to surf the web, buy a cell phone,
rise up into middle class.
Something I can help him do.
You're the new India, Balram.
I am the new India, sir.
You can go.
[Balram] I didn't like the way
he had spoken about me.
"Half-baked." But he was right.
When you come to India, sir,
you'll meet hundreds
of millions of men like me.
Open up our brown skulls
and look inside with a penlight.
You'll find all these ideas,
half-formed, half-correct,
all buggering one another,
and that is what we live and act on.
[both speaking in Hindi]
[The Stork] Ah!
[in Hindi] Very good.
A little higher. Yeah, there.
[in English] Papa, India's future is in
outsourcing with American companies.
Our future is China. They're building
superhighways, they need coal,
and we sell coal.
But I really think we should diversify.
The IT sector is booming, the Internet...
Internet? What is that?
Coal is real. I can touch it.
No, sir. I learned from Ashok Sir,
the Internet is as real as a spider's web,
that it connects
all the human beings across...
- [in Hindi] Know what that was for?
- Yes, sir.
[in English] What for?
- For the Internet, sir.
- Hey!
You're pressing it too hard.
Papa is getting annoyed. Slow down.
[The Stork] Hmm.
[Ashok] Why do you hit the servants?
In America, they can sue you for that.
[The Stork] This is not America, son.
[in Hindi] They respect us for that.
Remember that.
Hey, a little higher.
[toilet flushing]
[sniffs]
[sniffing]
[The Mongoose] Hmm.
Count it.
I don't want to hear shit later.
[Balram in English]
I was only allowed to keep 200.
[in Hindi] Good, sir.
[in English] Granny sent Kishan
each month to take the rest back to her.
[in Hindi] And they're not
from the same caste. She's a Christian.
- And he married her?
- Yeah.
That's normal in America.
Her people were against it, too,
but he wouldn't listen.
- Is she American?
- No, no, she's Indian.
She was born here.
She moved there when she was 12.
She told me.
She talks to you?
Talks to me?
She tells me everything.
I'm their number one driver.
Are you serious?
Can I also come inside?
- It's not allowed.
- Why?
What do you mean, "why"?
If Mukesh sees, he'll scold me.
- Take care.
- Yes, you too.
[inhales deeply]
[grunting]
[sizzling]
[muezzin calling
on loudspeaker in distance]
[indistinct chatter]
[Balram in English] What a fool
I had been. It was Ramadan.
Of course he couldn't eat
and drink during the day.
The number one driver was a Muslim,
and the Stork hated Muslims.
- [car door opens]
- [footsteps approaching]
[car door closes]
[in Hindi] As long as there is a sun
and a moon, madam's name will remain!
Long live the madam!
Long live socialism!
[Balram in English] I almost fell down.
There was the woman I had seen
on a million election posters
since I was a boy.
The Great Socialist.
She was a low caste,
like me and everyone from the darkness.
Like a good entrepreneur,
she had pulled herself up
to become chief minister of our state.
She knew how to stick it to the rich,
and we liked her for that.
You take coal from the government mines
without paying taxes
because I let it happen.
[The Stork] And we have shown
our appreciation for that, madam.
Two million rupees is a little too much.
We'll be happy for some...
[in Hindi] Son! Come here.
- [in English] Did you need something?
- I can get it.
[The Great Socialist in Hindi]
Come here, son.
Come here, fucker!
Your rich employers
are trying to bugger me.
What do you say to that?
Driver, get lost.
Shut up, mother-fucker!
[in English] You don't want
to pay the government, pay me.
2.5 million rupees.
And I mean it!
[The Great Socialist spits]
[in Hindi] Otherwise, back to Laxmangarh,
where I first found you hicks!
[Mukesh]
Why pay this small-time sister-fucker?
Let's go straight to Delhi
and pay off the opposing party.
She's going to lose the next election.
[in English] I agree.
Papa, I want to go to Delhi.
[The Stork in Hindi] Stay here,
learn the family business.
Let me and Mukesh handle this.
- [in English] Come on...
- Papa, if I may. Sorry.
You should not have been
disrespected the way you were today.
That shouldn't have happened.
Shh! One second.
Delhi is an international city
like New York.
Hey, Ashok. Tell her
this is not a place for her to talk.
Oh, my God! Excuse me.
I'm sitting right here.
You can speak to me.
I am a doctor of chiropractic
with a DPT from NYU.
Pieces of paper are good for hanging
on the bedroom walls, where she belongs.
Okay, you know what? No. You know what?
Me and Ashok are gonna go to Delhi,
we're gonna solve your tax fraud problem,
and send you a postcard. How about that?
[Balram] Where did
Pinky Madam's aggression come from?
- She didn't care about traditions.
- I know my husband!
[arguing continues]
[Balram] And when the number one driver
got a bonus to drive my master to Delhi,
I did something
I wish I did not have to tell you.
[Balram whistling]
- [in Hindi] What are you doing?
- [Balram] Oh, here you are!
Actually, I gotta drive
Ashok Sir to Delhi.
I gotta make the Pajero look perfect.
You're mistaken. I'm taking them to Delhi.
Really? To visit all the mosques there?
Get away from that.
I don't think Mukesh Sir wants to give
Mohammad Mohammad,
or whatever your name is
a raise of 3,000 rupees.
Uh
I've been their driver for 20 years.
Mr. Ashok is like my own son.
- I drove him to school when he was a boy.
- [clicks tongue]
That's a good point.
But only Allah knows what corrupt ideas
you put into my poor master's mind.
Please, sir, I have a family.
Don't we all.
[in English] What a miserable life,
having to hide his religion
and name just to get a job as a servant.
I wanted to run to him and apologize.
"You go be their driver in Delhi."
Forgive me, brother.
[gate closes]
[Punjabi song playing]
You never know when they'll come in handy.
[speaks Hindi]
[song continues]
[cow mooing]
[honking]
Hey!
[in Hindi] I'm going to Delhi
in an air-conditioned car!
[honking]
["Get It Poppin'" playing]
Crack! Yeah
It's two up in the mornin', girl,
And the DJ playin' that song
- Now what you gonna do?
- I'ma get, get, get it poppin'
- What you gonna do?
- I'ma get, get, get it poppin'
I got that plat no limit
American Express card
Mami, you can get whatever you like
Plus, I got that all-black Phantom
It's tinted on four sides
Kiss it, they can't see us inside
Mami, tell me do you like it
I know you like it
It's written all over your face
Don't fight it
You like it, more than I like it
So put it all over your face
Don't bite it
From rags to riches
Club packed with bitches
Had to bag them digits
Her head game was vicious
And we can get it
Poppin' in the bathroom
Don't be selfish, ma
Go ahead and pass it to him
Then we can all fuck
It's like a million on my neck
[song stops]
- [Pinky in English] Babe, my door's...
- Yeah.
I gotta pee.
Oh, no, poor baby!
[car doors closing]
- Balram, you okay with the bags?
- Ji, madam.
There's a concierge cart over there
which you should get.
Take all the luggage out,
and park the car properly.
[Balram] Ji, sir.
[Pinky] That whole area is amazing.
There's a few things
that are too shiny, which I wanna change.
- [Ashok] Put the bags down somewhere.
- [Pinky] Look at the balcony, baby!
- [Balram] The sky, sir!
- What? You want to see the shooting star?
[speaks Hindi]
[in English] Put the bags in the rooms
I tell you, and get this place cleaned up.
[Balram]
After making dinner for Mr. Ashok,
I took the car down to the garage.
That's where all the servants lived,
including the drivers.
[in Hindi] The thing to know
about Delhi is the roads are smooth,
the people are bad,
and the police are rotten.
The masters' clothes
get washed here and sent back up.
Toilets are here.
This phone rings when your boss wants you.
There's even a temple if you wanna pray.
And here is our den of pleasures.
When we have money, we play cards here.
[Balram in English] This driver had
a skin disease called vitiligo
that made him look like a clown.
It made my stomach churn.
[in Hindi] All the crazy fun
happens here! Come!
[mosquito buzzing]
If you're not careful,
the mosquitos will eat you alive.
If they carry malaria,
you'll be sick as a dog for weeks.
But if it's a dengue mosquito
I swear on my mother,
you'll shiver all over,
and you'll die for sure.
- Die from a mosquito?
- Definitely.
This is your room.
Nice. But who am I sharing it with?
- You plan on bringing your family?
- No.
- You have plans to do some fucking?
- No.
- How's your little guy?
- Who's this homo pussy?
Get going.
- [man 1] Check his bag.
- I'm looking.
- Come on, get!
- Bro, let us have a look.
This asshole's uniform's nicer than yours.
- [man 1] Can tell by his bag he's useless.
- So, Country Mouse
how much they paying you?
Enough. I'm happy.
Ah! You're a sweet, loyal dog, eh?
[Balram in English] I tilted my body
as far as I could from his face.
[in Hindi] If your boss wants anything
I have it all.
[in English] Foreign wines
Golf balls.
- [in Hindi] Girls.
- [chuckles]
[in English] My master does not
do these things. He's a good man.
A good man?
He's a rich man!
BALRAM
- [Mukesh] National Party Headquarters.
- [Balram] Good morning, sir.
- No worries.
- No, sir. Please, sir.
Seriously, I got it. It's fine.
[vehicles honking]
[Balram] For the next few days,
I drove Mr. Ashok,
the Mongoose, and a red bag
to see various government officials.
Democracy, something
that you yellow-skinned men,
despite your triumphs in sewage,
drinking water, and Olympic gold medals,
still don't have.
[indistinct chatter]
If I were in charge of India,
I'd get the sewage pipes first,
then the democracy.
[in Hindi]
To the President's House. Move it!
- [in English] Balram, I got it.
- Sir.
[horn blaring]
[in Hindi] Oy! That was our exit, idiot!
[Ashok in English] Don't do that.
We need to dump him
and get someone who knows Delhi.
We just got here. Relax.
Remember when you came to New York
and you couldn't even find 42nd Street?
It happens.
You'll figure it out. Don't worry.
[Balram] It was the first time
he touched me.
Sorry, sir.
[indistinct chatter]
- [Mukesh] Thank you so much. Yes.
- Yeah, take care. Bye-bye. Yes.
[Balram] Why was Mr. Ashok upset?
If I had gone into the President's house,
I would be shouting,
"Balram was here! Balram was here!"
[Mukesh] You'll keep
visiting them while I'm gone,
and don't let them push you
for more money.
[Ashok] Look.
We're driving past Mahatma Gandhi
after just having given
a bribe to the minister.
The world's biggest democracy.
Fucking joke.
- [Mukesh] You sound like your wife.
- [Ashok] Don't talk about her.
[Mukesh] I hope your madam knows
that you're staying on in India.
[train horn blaring]
[indistinct announcement
in Hindi on PA system]
[in Hindi] Just a little bit.
Mix it all up, please.
[in English] A good servant
must know his masters from end to end,
from lips to anus.
Sir.
[in Hindi] Here you are, sir.
I removed all the potatoes.
[in English] And potatoes
made the Mongoose fart.
- [in Hindi] Good memory, boy!
- [chuckles]
[in English] Give my brother
a reading of the meter each day.
[in Hindi] Yes, sir.
[in English] So we know that
you're not driving without permission
and try to fuck the maid
in the car. [laughs]
- [chuckling]
- [in Hindi] What're you laughing at?
[in English] Police put cameras in all
the statues in Delhi. They're watching.
- [in Hindi] Understand?
- Yes, sir.
[in English] Air-conditioning and music
should be off when you're alone.
- Nobody cares about your air conditioner.
- If you keep the air-conditioning on
[in Hindi] he'll sit on your head
and fuck your ear.
[in English] You'll miss your train.
[Balram] Once the Mongoose left,
Mr. Ashok would be my only master.
In Laxmangarh,
we would have called him the Lamb.
[Ashok] See ya.
["Feel Good Inc." playing on radio]
[Ashok] Dude, I love this song.
Turn it up.
Come on.
Mukesh bhai isn't here, turn it up.
[Balram] My master's fruit-flavored
perfume rushed into my nostrils.
You like this?
[in Hindi] Yes, sir.
[in English] And don't tell anyone
about this, not even Pinky.
[in Hindi] No, no!
- [in English] I promised her I would stop.
- [in Hindi] No, sir.
[in English] Everything between
servant and master is always secret.
I'm not your master.
Don't say things like that.
[agrees in Hindi]
[in English] And stop calling me "sir."
- My name's Ashok. You can call me Ashok.
- Ashok.
Yes, Ashok.
I know it's not the best name,
but gotta live with it.
- It is a really good name, sir.
- Really?
- You like it? You keep it then.
- Ji, sir.
Love forever, love has freely
Turned forever, you and me
Sir, you should represent
India in the Olympics.
Sometimes I wish I had arms like you, sir.
Would you be quiet, please?
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
On your right!
Balram, you're blocking my view.
Come here. Sit here.
[Balram] I had never seen a man
so happy in the darkness.
[speaking indistinctly]
[Ashok and Pinky moaning]
[Balram] The Lamb still had
the blood of a landlord in him, after all.
[indistinct chatter]
[Balram] Bye, sir.
[in Hindi] This is great when
you're lonely or upset with your boss.
This has revenge, rape, murder, sex.
It's got everything.
You can really enjoy yourself.
You can even jerk off.
[women laughing and talking indistinctly]
Red bra, big boobs
Country Mouse, you like that?
Big tits, huge asses!
Hold them like mangoes
and nibble with your teeth.
- And suck 'em right up!
- What's he talking about?
But don't let your little mouse
get sucked up in their dark caves!
Want me to put in a good word?
I noticed how ladies in the city
don't have hair on their legs or armpits!
What?
[all laughing]
Does your mom have hair here?
And here and here too?
Are all the women in your village hairy?
The whole family hang like monkeys and...
Why talk about mothers and sisters?
[all laughing]
Dude, we're just kidding.
Do I talk about your mothers and sisters?
- Come on!
- [man] Hey! Come back.
[Balram in English] There and then,
I resolved never again to tell
anyone in Delhi anything I was thinking.
[indistinct clamor]
[driver in Hindi] You fuckers
hide cards in your asses.
[indistinct chatter]
Country Mouse!
- Where are you going? Off to die?
- Hey!
- [driver 1] Hey, fucker!
- [driver 2] You're a faggot.
Uncle, is there a room
for someone to stay alone?
There's one there.
But who wants to live alone?
[coughing]
[Balram in English] Pinky Madam wanted to
visit Mr. Ashok's uncle near Laxmangarh,
and so here I was,
driving home in the Stork's car.
That's so pretty.
[Balram] Ah, I hated her for this.
If I crashed, it would be her fault.
[Pinky chuckles]
Balram, are you happy
to go see your Granny?
- Yes, madam, very happy.
- [Pinky chuckling] Okay. Good.
Balram, what did you just do?
You touched your finger to your eye?
Did we pass something holy?
Yes, sir.
Actually, we just passed a sacred tree,
so I was offering my respects.
Where? Which one?
- Over there, madam.
- [Pinky] Oh, that big one there.
- This entire area is very holy.
- [Ashok] Wow.
See how they worship nature?
Who'd do that in New York?
- People with a backyard in Brooklyn.
- Yeah, right.
[both chuckling]
You did that again.
Did we pass another one?
Yes, sir. You see that path over there?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Sir, they say
Lord Buddha walked on that path
until he found the Tree of Enlightenment.
- Really?
- Yes.
Wow!
Pardon me,
but I think you should do the same.
- Otherwise, they say you become infertile.
- No.
- Okay, we need to do this.
- No!
What is it? Left, right,
and then your head. Just do it.
[Ashok chuckles]
[Balram] I gave them reactions of piety
for every tree, rock,
and temple we passed.
Do you see that hill over there, sir?
I was like a sadhu to them.
Left, right, head. [chuckling]
- Left, right, head.
- Left, right, head.
[both chuckling]
[all speaking Hindi]
[Balram in English] I dropped them off
at Mr. Ashok's uncle's villa.
We called him the Buffalo.
- [both speaking Hindi]
- [Ashok chuckles]
[Balram in English]
Then I knew I had to face my family.
- [honking]
- [children chattering]
[cow mooing]
[honking]
[Balram in Hindi]
Hi, uncle, how are you all doing?
How's it going, brother?
Now he remembers his family.
You haven't sent money home
since you went to Delhi.
Forgive me, brother. I'm here now.
[speaking Hindi]
My grandson is a very big man!
But he forces his Granny
to do all his work for him.
This is the fate
of an old woman in this world.
[Balram in English] I wanted to bring him
to Delhi and save him from all this.
[in Hindi] Eat the chicken.
I made it myself.
You haven't had any like it in ages.
Ashok Sir is a vegetarian.
America made him completely lose his mind.
[Balram] I'm thinking of doing the same.
What? Are you a Brahmin?
Eat. You've gotten so thin.
A body should be filled out for marriage.
- Whose marriage?
- Yours!
We found a girl for you.
You'll be married by the end of the year.
I need time. I'm not ready to get married.
[Kusum] Not ready?
Just eat the chicken.
I don't want to get married.
Stop thinking of yourself
and start thinking of the family.
Eat.
[speaks Hindi]
- You're not Ashok Sir.
- Did you not understand?
Are you going to force me?
I don't want to get married!
You're driving me insane.
[Kishan] Munna!
Where are you going? Stop!
What happened?
- You must keep sending money.
- I won't send it.
That's the family's money!
She's sucked the blood
out of you and left you a shell.
And she'll leave you to die, like Dad.
[Ashok in English] Why don't I eat meat?
Why does Pinky wear pants?
Why don't we have kids? They won't stop.
[Balram] I think
we should not go back there, sir.
[Ashok] Maybe.
[distant mooing]
You know, one in every three buildings
in India is built in Bangalore.
You know why?
- Outsourcing with the US.
- [Balram] Diversifying, sir?
[Ashok] Yeah, right. Not bad, Balram.
[Balram chuckles]
I'm thinking to offer financial services.
There's so many Wall Street firms I know.
I can drive you
to Bangalore right now, sir.
- Right now?
- Yes, sir.
- It's on the opposite side of the country.
- It's okay, sir.
I don't need sleep. I can drive all night.
No, thank you.
I got to make a business plan first.
Do it the right way.
You will, sir. You will.
Yes. I will.
- [Pinky] Ashoky!
- Yeah?
[Balram] If only Mr. Ashok
was a real entrepreneur,
if only we had left for Bangalore
that very day,
then things would've
turned out differently for us.
Rich men are born
with opportunities they can waste.
[children chattering]
But a poor man?
Feels like, "Are we gonna go back home,
or does he want to stay here?"
You need to talk. Put your foot down.
Yeah, but he's not had
that conversation with me.
I think he's being vague
because he hasn't figured it out...
Balram! What are you doing?
- Your ginger teas, madam?
- With your hand.
[in Hindi] What's he doing?
[woman in English]
Pinky, this is disgusting.
Your uniform is filthy and your mouth
smells of that paan all day. Just
Ugh! Just pick up this tea and leave.
- [in Hindi] Bring another cup.
- Yes, Madam.
After you wash your hands.
[Pinky in English]
He's not usually like that. I'm sorry.
[woman] These lower castes, na,
they're all the same.
- See you soon.
- [Pinky] Keep visiting, okay?
- [woman] Talk to Ashok, yeah?
- I will. Bye.
- Balram?
- Ji, madam?
[Pinky] Come here, please.
- Come here.
- Madam, I'm really sorry. I will stop.
- It's fine. Sit. Sit.
- I will stop eating paan, madam.
No. That's not what I'm Just sit down.
I think it's wrong
the way you work for us.
You should be finishing your education,
starting your own family.
Ashok Sir and you are family to me, madam.
- Don't say that. That's not true, Balram.
- Really, madam.
No, you can't possibly believe that.
Do you know what my parents do in America?
They run this shitty little bodega
in Jackson Heights,
selling beer, paan, and porn.
I used to do my homework in the basement.
One night I saw my mom
being held at gunpoint,
and she still finished
working the entire night.
I got out, Balram.
What is it that you want to do?
- I want to serve you and Ashok Sir.
- No.
- Okay, stop. No.
- Really, madam.
Stop saying that. That's why this
caste system thing is total bullshit.
You know, Mukesh tried
to stop Ashok from marrying me
because of this caste thing.
Well, fuck him.
And fuck that.
[sniffs]
[indistinct chatter]
- [Balram in Hindi] Is this toothpaste?
- Yes, it's terrific, whiten your teeth.
- Where can I find something for an itch?
- [man 1] The medicine shop.
[man 2] Five hundred!
- Are these for the office?
- Yep, take a look.
[man 2] Those are 200.
This is leather, better quality.
[Balram speaking Hindi]
Hundred-rupee sale!
- How much?
- A hundred rupees sale!
Pick any one.
And 250 for the pant.
It's a good designer pant.
[Balram in English] Why had my father
never told me not to scratch my groin?
Why had he never taught me
to brush my teeth?
Why had he raised me
to live like such an animal?
If only a man
could spit his past out so easily.
If you asked me to explain
how one event connects to another
or how one motive
strengthens or weakens the next,
I'll tell you
I don't understand these things.
[squishing]
I should warn you
my story gets much darker from here.
[Pinky] Is something going
to jump out at me?
[Pinky chuckles]
Oh, my gosh!
Happy birthday, madam.
Wish you many happy returns of the day.
- Oh, baboo. That's great.
- How's he looking?
- Please come in, Mr. Maharaja.
- Come in.
[muffled dance music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[in Hindi] Hey! Country Mouse!
[makes kissing sound]
Don't stand there alone.
Come hang with us.
Standing alone leads to bad thoughts.
Look at him!
Dressed like the maharaja of England!
[driver 1] Hope you haven't
peed your pants.
Someone get him a diaper.
[cackling]
- [driver 1] Asshole!
- [driver 2] I'll lube you up
[driver 1] How's your room?
[driver 2] Are there cockroaches in there?
[strong wind blowing]
- [Ashok in English] It's fine
- So great. Oh, my gosh, babe, he's asleep.
- Balram!
- No! Don't wake him up! He's sleeping.
- How do we get home? Just wait...
- [clicks tongue]
Let me do it. I'll do it gently.
[in sing-song voice] Balram.
[loudly] Balram!
[Pinky and Ashok laughing]
Oh, my God.
I think he just shat his pants.
I'm so sorry.
- Oh, my God. I'm sorry. You okay?
- Oh, shit.
- Are you okay?
- You okay? Huh?
- Oh, my God. I'm sorry.
- Come on, don't cry.
- [in Hindi] I dozed off.
- [Pinky in English] Sorry.
No problem.
[Hindi song playing on car radio]
[Ashok and Pinky moaning]
Pinky, stop, stop.
Stop, Pinky. We're not alone.
What? It's just Balram.
[Ashok] Yeah, but
[Pinky] It doesn't matter, babe.
Come on. Come on, man.
[Ashok] You're so fucking drunk.
[Pinky] I'm not drunk enough.
I want to go back to New York.
- Not this again.
- "Again"?
What do you mean, "Not this again"?
You never wanna talk about it.
When we said we're coming to India,
it was supposed to be for six months.
You don't talk to me about it because
you've decided that you want to stay here.
I'm trying to help my family.
I owe it to them.
[Pinky] Can we not talk about them?
You know, you're like a non-entity
in front of them, you know that?
It's like
It's like skim milk.
Nobody likes skim milk.
[muffled music playing on car radio]
[Ashok] We can go to a bar
Oh, my God. Wait.
Hi, precious!
[in Hindi] Take it, madam.
Only 100 rupees.
I'm very hungry.
Can I see?
- Ji.
- [chuckles]
Please, madam. Take three for 200.
- I'm hungry.
- Don't touch the car.
[in English] Stop it. Don't be rude.
- Sir?
- [Ashok] Balram!
[speaks Hindi]
[in English] Good girl. Bye. Rakhlo.
[Ashok] So sweet.
- [Pinky] You know what? Balram?
- [Balram] Ji, madam?
- Get out. Can't speak to a kid like that.
- [Ashok] What are you doing?
- Out.
- No, madam. I think I should drive.
- [Pinky] Get out of the car.
- Sir?
- She's the boss.
- [Pinky] Balram, hey.
This is for you.
I'll leave you here
with your Buddha for tonight.
- It's green, hurry up.
- I don't need anyone.
[Balram] Ashok Sir!
[Ashok] Bye!
[Balram shouting in Hindi]
[indistinct chatter]
[Balram in English]
What is a servant without a master?
[tires screeching]
[song playing on car radio]
- [Pinky] That was insane!
- That was fucking awesome! Fuck!
- Madam, let me...
- What are you doing? I'm driving.
No, Balram. You're not driving.
Come here, come here, no, no, no.
Did you think we'd leave you behind?
Are you angry with us?
Nahi, madam.
You are like mother and father to me.
- I can't be angry with you.
- [Pinky] Sit down.
- I'm not your father. Don't say that.
- [Balram] Sir.
Stop calling me "sir!"
We're all friends here, right?
- Get in! Come on, it's her birthday!
- [Balram] Yes, sir.
[Pinky] Why is this guy driving so slow?
- [tires screeching]
- [honking]
- Oh, whoa!
- [both laughing]
[Pinky and Ashok laughing]
[Pinky] Should I switch to tequila now?
[honking]
[inaudible]
- [engine revving]
- [tires screeching]
Happy birthday to you
[Pinky] I'm not two.
Happy birthday to you
You're such a drama queen.
Happy birthday, dear Pinky
[Pinky] You are a drama.
Happy birthday
- [speaking Hindi]
- [Ashok screams]
[thudding]
["Beware" playing on radio]
[radio turns off]
- [in English] No, sir. We need to leave.
- We need to take him to the hospital.
[Balram] Pinky Madam
will be in trouble, sir.
- I'll call the cops.
- No, sir! Sir, Pinky Madam.
- It's a fucking child. I hit a kid.
- [Ashok] Stay in the car.
- [Balram] Put her in the car.
- [Pinky] I hit a kid.
- [Ashok] Stay in the car, honey.
- [Pinky] Call an ambulance.
- [Ashok] I'll do it.
- Is it alive?
- You stay in the car.
- Please, sir, listen to me,
if we don't leave now,
Pinky Madam will be in trouble.
- Somebody will see us. Please, sir.
- [Pinky whimpering]
Sir, please get inside the car.
Sir, please.
[tires screeching]
- [Pinky] We have to call the cops.
- [Ashok] Calm down!
- No, we have to call...
- Calm down, honey! Please!
- [wailing] I killed a kid!
- Please!
- Please! Let me go!
- Please, honey, calm down.
- We have to go back.
- Honey, no.
- We have to go back. Please.
- Honey, no.
Please. Oh, my God!
Please, Balram.
We have to see if it's alive.
Please, take him to a hospital. Please?
[sniffling]
What did I do? What did I do?
What is that?
Just stuff those kids wear, sir.
What was he doing
in the street at 2:00 in the morning?
Exactly, sir.
It's not our fault, sir.
He just jumped in our way, stupid kid.
Don't call him stupid.
Sorry, sir.
God.
- What am I gonna do?
- Nothing, sir.
You know how those people are?
Sometimes they have ten, 20 kids.
Even they don't remember their names.
- Nobody will miss this one, sir.
- Yeah, but
- What if someone reports it?
- Who, sir?
The street was empty
and the parents, even if they're in Delhi,
the police don't even let these kind
of people inside the station, sir.
- I shouldn't have listened to her.
- Sir, you don't take tension.
Don't worry, sir. I'm here.
I will take care of this.
You go sleep, sir.
You've had a very long day.
[Balram] On my lips,
there's a big contented smile
that comes to a servant
who has done his duty by his master
even in the most difficult of moments.
[doorbell rings]
Namaste, sir.
[in Hindi] Balram, come in.
Come, come.
- [Balram] Namaste, sir.
- [door closes]
- [Balram] Greetings, sir!
- Come in.
Have a seat.
[in English] Sit up.
[in Hindi] On the sofa.
Make yourself comfortable.
- [in English] You are family now.
- [in Hindi] Nahi, sir.
[chuckling]
[speaks Hindi]
Come, sit.
- All good?
- Great, sir.
[in English] Have you spoken with anyone
about what happened last night?
[in Hindi] No, sir.
I washed the car and went to bed.
- Good.
- Yes, sir.
[in English] It's important
that you not say a word to anyone.
[in Hindi] Yes, sir.
- Would you like some paan?
- No, sir, I quit paan.
Come on! You still eat paan, I know it!
No, really, sir!
Ashok Sir, tell them. [chuckling]
- I know you eat paan.
- Come on, sir.
[in English] Open it.
- [in Hindi] Is it all right?
- It's very good!
[lawyer in English]
The judge is taken care of.
If your man does as he's supposed to,
you'll have nothing to worry about.
My man will do what he's to do.
- [in Hindi] Right, Balram?
- Yes, sir.
- [in English] Can you read?
- Of course he can read.
- Read it to us.
- Ji, sir.
[in Hindi] I got some paan on it.
[in English] "To whomsoever
it may concern"
"I, Balram Halwai,
do make the following statement
of my own free will."
"On the night of November 3rd this year,
I drove the car
that hit an unidentified person,
or persons, or objects."
[in Hindi] I don't understand, sir.
[Mukesh] We'll explain it
to you afterwards. Keep reading.
[in English] "That I panicked and refused
my obligations to the injured party
and fled the scene."
"That I was alone
in the car and alone responsible."
[Mukesh] We've already told your family.
Your Granny, uh What's her name?
Balram?
- Hey, Balram?
- Ji, sir?
[Mukesh] What's her name? Uh
- Kusum, sir.
- [Mukesh] Kusum-ji.
I drove down to Laxmangarh,
explained her everything.
I met your brother.
Your entire family was there.
She's so proud of you for this,
and she agreed
to be a witness to your confession.
See? This is the thumb impression here.
Just sign above that.
[lawyer] If he doesn't know to write,
he can press his thumb.
He knows to write.
Stop treating him like an idiot!
Keep quiet, Ashok.
- We shouldn't do this. It's not right.
- [Mukesh] Balram, sign.
Then you and Pinky go to the police
and tell them what happened.
If you understand law, then handle this.
Otherwise, just shut up!
[mutters softly]
Balram, just go on.
Balram, go on.
[in Hindi] Go ahead and sign it, brother.
Right here.
Aren't you my brother? My younger brother?
Yes, sir.
[Mukesh] We eat and hang out together.
Dad's here, I'm here.
Brother Ashok is right there.
- Is there anything to worry about?
- No, sir.
[Mukesh laughing] Huh?
Go on.
[in English]
Just go and wait outside. We'll call you.
[speaks Hindi]
- [Mukesh in Hindi] All right? Go on.
- Go on.
All right, sir.
No need for that.
[elevator dings]
[elevator door opening]
[in English] To think of this again
makes me so angry
that I might go out and cut the throat
of some rich man right now.
[exhales]
Not once did I think I had options.
Not once did I think
I'll tell the judge the truth or run away.
[in Hindi] Give me Moonlight Whiskey.
[Balram in English]
I was trapped in the rooster coop,
and don't believe for a second
there's a million-rupee game show
you can win to get out of it.
[indistinct chatter]
The world's greatest democracy.
[indistinct chatter]
For hundreds
of millions of people like me,
there is only one way to break free.
I would have to accept
what this man's family would do
not just to me but to my family.
And that takes no normal human being
but a freak, a pervert of nature.
It would, in fact, take a white tiger.
[telephone ringing]
[in Hindi] Here you are!
Your boss
has been calling like crazy for you.
He came down here last night too.
Are you sick?
Typhoid?
Dengue? Malaria?
You seem to be in some big trouble.
[indistinct commentary over TV]
[The Stork] Oy, jackass dick.
How many times do I have to call for you?
What're you staring at?
Get the bottle of oil, useless fucker.
- [The Stork grunts]
- [commentary continues on TV]
This match looks fixed.
[Mukesh] The cricketers
are taking shit out there.
[door opens]
[footsteps approaching]
[door closes]
[The Stork] You're back?
Come, sit down.
- [in English] Who's winning?
- [The Stork in Hindi] See for yourself.
- [Mukesh in English] We're losing.
- Balram.
Yeah.
[clears throat] Hey, Balram?
Have they told you?
You haven't told him?
[Mukesh] Hmm? [clicks tongue]
I got it.
Balram.
Um
[Pinky sighs]
They have a contact at the police.
No one reported seeing what I did,
so they don't need you anymore.
[Balram sniffles]
[The Stork in Hindi] There, there.
Enough of your drama. Massage my feet!
- [in English] Why would you kick him?
- [The Stork in Hindi] He's fucking lazy!
[in English]
Why would you hit him like that?
- [Ashok] Hey, Pinky, calm down.
- How can you do that? Like he doesn't...
[Pinky] Don't tell me to calm down.
It's like you don't care.
- Do you like it?
- [Ashok] Pinky, let go of him!
And nobody else matters
after what he does?
- [Pinky] You! Get away from me.
- [Ashok] It's all good now.
[Pinky] This is good?
And this shit?
I'm done.
I'm done with this.
[Mukesh in Hindi] She's looking for
the victim's family, to compensate them.
- What are we, murderers?
- [Ashok] She won't do that.
[Mukesh] Dude, shut up.
[The Stork] She's gone crazy. Rein her in!
[train horn blaring]
[bell ringing]
[indistinct chatter]
[in Hindi] I have your confession
and will always have it.
[speaks Hindi]
- [vehicles honking]
- [indistinct chatter]
[shopkeepers shouting]
[upbeat music playing on speakers]
[food stall vendors calling]
[flame whooshing]
[whooshing increases in intensity]
[monkeys chattering]
[in Hindi] Hey, brother.
Can you give me something to eat?
- [spits] Move along.
- I haven't eaten anything in days.
I don't have anything, move along.
You must have a rupee,
please give it to me, brother.
- Move along.
- Where should I go?
I told you to move along!
Does your head not work?
You want this? Should I take
my clothes off and give them to you?
You want me to get naked?
- Maybe something to eat
- This woman is driving me insane!
Give me something to eat
I've earned 36 rupees in six months.
Shall I give it all to you?
Then what should I eat?
Give me some food, my child.
This woman has gone crazy!
Get her out of here. She's lost her mind.
Arrest her! You are the police!
[Pinky in English] Balram.
I need you to drive me.
[Pinky] You were looking
for the key for years,
but the door was always open.
[Balram] Did you say something, madam?
- Flight?
- [speaks Hindi]
- [in English] What flight? What?
- I really don't know, sir, what flight.
- Why didn't you wake me up?
- Sir...
- Why didn't you tell me?
- Sir, I did what she asked me to.
Why would you drop her behind my back?
- Why would you do that?
- Sir, you can't blame me.
Who should I blame then? You're my driver!
I've never heard
of a woman leaving her husband, sir.
- She has not left me.
- Sir, don't hit me.
- She hasn't left me.
- Sir, don't hit me.
She'd never leave me, you piece of shit.
- My collar...
- Where's Pinky?
- Sir, leave my...
- Where's...
[screams] Sir, leave my collar!
[crow cawing]
I wish they had put you in jail.
[Balram] I waited two days
for my master to call me.
Had he gone back to America
and not told me?
[movie playing on TV]
Are you okay, sir?
Why didn't you pack up and leave too?
Sir, it is not good
to starve yourself like this.
Sir, should I...
The whole fucking thing was her fault.
Fucking bitch.
Should I call for pizza, sir?
[gagging]
[Ashok vomiting]
[breathing heavily]
- [spits]
- [toilet flushes]
[Ashok grunting]
Feeling better, sir?
You must believe in God, sir.
My Granny says if you believe in God,
then good things will happen.
Why are you so kind to me, Balram?
It is my duty, sir.
Sir, I made some nimbu pani for you.
Have this, you'll feel ekdum fresh, sir.
Ashok Sir?
Ashok Sir?
[whispering] Ashok Sir?
Do we loathe our masters
behind a facade of love,
or do we love them
behind a facade of loathing?
- Where's Pinky?
- [shushes]
[whispering] You need to sleep, sir.
Don't leave, Balram, okay?
I'm right here, sir.
[sniffing]
[imitating Ashok]
"Why are you so kind to me, Balram?"
[exhales]
[Balram] With Pinky Madam gone, I knew
it was my duty to be like a wife to him.
I didn't let him drink,
and I lifted his spirits.
[Balram in Hindi] Once you have the
food here, sir, you'll never forget it.
[in English] This is amazing.
- [speaks Hindi]
- [chuckles]
[in English] From now on,
I'll only eat your kind of food.
[laughing]
[Balram] And I only want
to eat your kind of food.
[Ashok] You know
the real India better than me.
You know, my mom,
she was the one who encouraged me
to go to America and study.
Pinky really loved her.
You know, sir, Pinky Madam told me
that you are a great man
who is going to do
great things in India, sir.
- When did she say that?
- The morning she left.
She was crying the entire way
to the airport, sir. [clicks tongue]
And she told me that you will not
let Mukesh Sir tell you what to do.
And that she believes in you.
[bell chiming]
She'll come back to you, sir.
Yeah.
She's coming back. I can feel it.
I can feel it, too, sir.
[coins clattering]
How are you?
[in Hindi] Go get the car.
[in English] Get the car.
Divorce?
She said that?
- Don't worry. I'm handling it.
- [Ashok] You're probably happy she's gone.
[Mukesh] That's not true.
I want your happiness, bhai.
- I'm gonna go there and talk to her.
- Wait, stop. Ashok.
- No, I need to talk to her...
- You can't call her like this.
Stop pleading like this. You'll regret it.
The only thing I regret
is letting her drive that night.
- [Mukesh] It's not your fault. You know.
- It is my fault.
[Mukesh] Listen, I can stay
with you as long as you like.
Let me order that pizza which you like,
that macaroni one. [chuckles]
[Ashok] I'm sorry, bhai. Without you, I'd
[in Hindi]
Look what I brought for you, sir.
Nice and hot okra.
- [in English] I don't want food right now.
- Just like we had the other night, sir.
[in Hindi] Nice and crispy, check it out.
[in English] I don't give a shit.
[in Hindi]
Don't say that. Have a little bit.
[in English] I'm not hungry!
Get lost, please.
[in Hindi] He doesn't feel like it.
Why're you up in his ass?
Get rid of it, sister-fucker!
[Ashok in English] Can you just
leave me alone for a second?
[in Hindi] Until Ashok Sir calls you,
don't hover like a fly!
Yes, sir.
[Balram in English] The desire to be
a servant had been bred into me,
poured into my blood,
hammered into my skull.
Ninety-three hundred rupees,
a strange sum,
almost three months my salary
but not quite.
Maybe she started with 10,000
and then deducted 700?
No, no, no.
That is not how rich people think.
[chuckling] Have you not
learned anything, you idiot?
If she thought she owed you 10,000,
she truly owed you ten times more.
Ten times more. No! A hundred times more.
A hundred times more.
[panting]
They made me sign that confession,
and I asked for nothing in return.
Why did I not ask?
I didn't even think to ask.
I didn't even think to ask.
[in Hindi] Have you ever thought about
what happens to you in the future?
Eyes.
As long as you have eyes, you'll work.
But when you turn 50-55,
they'll kick your ass out.
And then?
If you've saved some money,
you can buy a little shack.
But if you're clever like me
and earn extra money, then maybe more.
That's the best case scenario.
Imagine your boss
kicks you out without any reason.
Or you get into an accident!
You'll be dead!
Or homeless.
[Hindi song playing]
Hey, Country Mouse
[in English] Everything's fine?
[in Hindi] First class.
I hate to tell you this,
but all the drivers are talking about you.
That you sit in your boss' car alone
muttering away to yourself.
Is it true?
[gunshots on TV]
[Balram in English]
I would not let him tell me
my fate was a shack in a slum.
Over the next weeks, I learned the ways
drivers cheat their masters.
[both speaking Hindi]
[Balram in English] Number one,
give your master phony invoices
for repairs that are not necessary.
Thank you, sir.
Two, sell your master's petrol
to other drivers.
As you gain confidence,
cruise around picking up
and dropping off paying customers.
Delhi has many pickup points.
Over time, you will learn them all.
[speaks Hindi]
[Balram in English] When I looked
at that cash, I didn't feel guilt.
[car honking]
I felt rage.
There are only two castes in India.
I was growing a belly at last.
[in Hindi] Ashok Sir,
I'll fuck your mother.
I'm trying to drive.
I can't pay attention like this.
Take this.
Take it!
You're a eunuch,
you motherfucker! A eunuch!
[in English] I know what you were doing.
Sir, please don't get upset with me.
You were at the temple
offering prayers for my health.
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir. I was so worried for you, sir.
[in Hindi] I made an offering
of 101 rupees in your name.
[in English] Come inside. Sit with me.
Come.
Come here.
Is this really where you live?
It's so damp, and the smell
This place is like
the Taj Mahal for me, sir.
- Taj Mahal [chuckles]
- Yes, sir.
Taj Mahal is a tomb, Balram.
You don't live in Taj Mahal.
Okay, sir.
I have never done
what I wanted to do with my life.
What did you want to do, sir?
Music.
Or produce it anyway.
You know,
I lived in the US for so many years,
and I'd try to be like them.
[in Hindi] But I'm fucking
Indian at heart, after all.
Absolutely, sir.
[in English] But we're fucking Indians.
I want to go to Bangalore
and change my country's future.
That's what I want to do.
Sir, you can do anything you want, sir.
- Sir, you are a man of quality.
- [Ashok chuckling] Man of quality.
[speaks Hindi]
Oh
[humming]
[in English] You and I
We live in paradise
But we refuse to see it
[in Hindi] Incredible! Incredible, sir!
Very good, sir! That was great fun!
[in English] Thank you, Balram.
Sir, I never knew
you could sing like this.
- I try.
- No, sir. Really, sir.
[in Hindi] I also dabble in singing, sir.
- [in English] Really?
- Yes, sir.
Come on, sing it for me. Yeah.
[in Hindi] All right, sir.
I'll sing a little bit.
- My Granny taught me.
- Hmm.
[in English] Go ahead.
[in Hindi]
O Murari, what can be said of you?
Said of you
- O Murari, what can be said of you?
- [imitates beats]
Said of you
In this world of yours
I don't want to live
To live!
In this world of yours, I don't want
[both]
To live!
[in English] Fuck it,
we should form a band, Balram.
Yeah, you and I? Fucking kill it.
[in Hindi] Yes, sir, absolutely, sir.
[in English] I wish I had
a simple life like you, you know?
My sweet Balram-ji.
Huh?
You're so sweet.
[chuckles]
[indistinct chatter]
[Balram in English] I see you've arrived
in my glorious capital, sir.
Perhaps we can have
a drink when you visit Bangalore.
You know, I would not be able to afford
even one Johnnie Walker Black
with the money I cheated
from my ex-employer,
or get a room in this five-star hotel
with the money Pinky Madam had given me.
Men born in the light, like my master,
have the choice to be good.
Men born in the coop, like me,
we don't have that choice.
[male reporter on car radio]
The opposition party and underdog,
the Great Socialist,
hopes for support from rural India.
[Mukesh] Her party is a mess.
This government is
going to win this time for sure.
We just need to keep paying them
until the elections.
[Ashok] I can't keep doing this.
[Mukesh] Things will change,
and then you do what you want to do.
- [Ashok] It's getting tough.
- [Mukesh in Hindi] What the fuck was that?
[in English] Who told you
to do that? Can you believe that?
Why did you give him money, Balram?
[in Hindi] Turn off the radio, asshole!
This sister-fucker thinks
he's doing charity.
[in English] Why'd he do that?
[in Hindi]
Is that your father's money, dickhead?
- [in English] Who do you think you are?
- Sorry, sir. It won't happen again.
[indistinct conversation]
[Balram] Be careful
what you say around drivers.
We have grown skilled at reading lips.
I was certain
I saw the Mongoose say my name,
and then a word no servant wants to hear,
"replacement."
- To the Parliament House.
- Ji, sir.
My phone. [sighs]
Just keep it in the car.
[Balram] This was at least
two years' salary, maybe three.
I was worth more.
Over the next days,
I tried hard not to look at the red bag.
The city knew
something was burning inside of me,
and she burned too.
[horn honking]
[Balram in Hindi] Dad?
Even if you were to steal it
it wouldn't be stealing.
Mr. Ashok bribes politicians
in order not to pay taxes.
So who is he stealing from?
The ordinary people of this country.
Me.
And you.
[vehicle horns blaring]
[Ashok in English] Let's go.
Balram, hey? Let's go.
It'll be a couple of hours.
[horn honking]
[muffled announcement on PA system]
[Balram] What would my destination be
if I came here with the red bag?
- [dogs barking]
- [pigeons fluttering]
The pigeons, the dog, the station.
They could sense it.
A rooster was trying
to escape from the coop.
What would Mr. Ashok do to my family?
[baby wailing]
- [gunshot]
- [babies wailing]
- Sir?
- Yeah?
Sir, there is something
There is something
I want to tell you, sir.
Yeah. Go ahead.
Sir, I want to smash your skull
and steal your money.
[Ashok] I know what you're thinking.
You miss home, don't you?
Yes, sir.
Plan a trip back.
And
Don't worry about the expenses. Here.
- Yeah? Good night.
- Yes, sir.
[Balram] He only gave me
enough for a one-way ticket.
[indistinct chatter]
[children speaking Hindi]
[laughing]
[both laughing maniacally]
[male reporter on car radio]
Upending all expectations
- and with the support of the poor
- [cheering and shouting]
the Great Socialist has won
a vast majority of the votes saying,
"There is no water in our taps,
and what did
the rich politicians in Delhi give us?"
"Cellphones."
"Can a poor man drink
a phone when he is thirsty?"
[Ashok] We went to the wrong side.
- [in Hindi] Turn that shit off, asshole!
- [radio turns off]
[in English]
I can't hear you. Say that again?
- [indistinct shouting]
- I get it. Move! Back off!
Yeah. All the idiot villagers
voted for her.
What the fuck are we gonna do now?
[in Hindi] Drive, sister-fucker!
Why'd you come this way?
[drums beating]
[crowd chanting in Hindi]
Long live socialism!
[chanting gets louder]
[vehicles honking]
[Ashok in English] Father sends
his warm congratulations.
We're all very happy for your success.
So sweet of you.
As a matter of fact, we would like
to show our appreciation by donating
one million rupees to your party.
[in Hindi] Is that how much you paid
the opposition party, fucker?
We want four million rupees.
Monday night, Sheraton Hotel.
Got it?
[in Hindi] I took a bus
from the village, then caught a train
and got here
after asking around about you.
Granny said you would look after me
and help me become a driver.
- Who are you?
- Dharam.
Aunt Lattu's fourth son.
- What's in your hand?
- A letter.
- A letter?
- Hmm.
Show it to me.
[sighs]
[Kusum] My dear grandson,
it has been seven months and two days
since you sent us money.
The city has corrupted your soul.
Life has become hard here.
Lord Indra is unhappy.
You must send us money again.
I have arranged for your wedding.
If you don't come here,
we will send the girl to you by bus.
If you refuse,
we will write a letter explaining
everything and send it to your master.
[paper rustling]
[Balram] Is she really
going to marry me off?
[Dharam in English] Yes, uncle.
Turn around, I'm going to hit you again.
Turn around!
[sighs]
[Balram] The next morning,
Mr. Ashok did something he had never done.
[Ashok] Who is this?
[Balram] He gave me a day off.
- [Ashok] Your nephew?
- Ji, sir. My family.
[speaks Hindi]
[Balram in English] But by now, I knew
the rich never give anything for free.
[indistinct conversation]
He had found my replacement.
[grunting]
That's when we saw the creature that
gets born only once every generation
the white tiger.
Iqbal, that great Muslim poet,
was right when he wrote,
"The moment you recognize
what is beautiful in this world,
you stop being a slave."
I hoped the next morning
when I didn't return,
he'd know to run.
- [car door closes]
- [engine starts]
[rain pattering]
[thunder rumbling]
The Sheraton, sir?
Yeah, the Sheraton.
[Ashok] Pinky called.
She wants to know
if I'll move back to New York.
Will you be going, sir?
And pretend to be someone I'm not?
This is my country after all.
There is a story about a cunning Brahmin
trying to trick the Buddha?
The Brahmin asks,
"Master, do you consider
yourself man or God?"
To which the Buddha smiles
and says, "Neither."
"I'm just one who has woken up
while the rest of you are still sleeping."
What's wrong? Why'd you stop?
There is something wrong
with the wheel, sir.
Just give me a minute, sir. I'll go check.
Okay.
- What happened?
- There's something off with the wheel.
Okay.
Maybe we should call for help.
- Huh, sir?
- We should call for help!
Sir, who will come here, sir?
If you can just step out, sir,
we can fix it together.
No, no. It's raining. Let's call for help.
What to do, sir?
You will get late otherwise.
If you can just step outside,
it won't take much time.
Okay.
Ugh.
- Be careful about the bottle.
- Yeah.
I'll just put it out of the way.
- This one?
- Yes, sir.
- It seems fine to me.
- No, sir.
You should've found
a replacement a long time ago!
[Ashok groaning]
[groaning]
[groaning]
[Ashok gurgling]
[screaming]
[laughing]
[breathing heavily]
[whispering in Hindi]
[train horn blaring]
[indistinct chatter]
[train approaching]
[train horn blowing]
I am not a politician.
They are extraordinary men
who can kill and move on.
Not me. I didn't leave this room
for four weeks until my nerves were calm.
The last stage in my amazing success story
was to go from social entrepreneur
to business entrepreneur.
This was not easy.
But I had an edge.
I had come to Bangalore,
and Mr. Ashok had told me the future.
Outsourcing.
[woman laughing]
When I saw all those drivers
coming in and out
of the call centers to America,
I knew what my place would be.
But how would I
get rid of the competition?
[indistinct chatter]
Then I wondered,
"What would Mr. Ashok do?"
[cop] Sir!
Namaste, sir.
I just wanted to make
a small offering of my gratitude to you.
For what?
For all the good
you're going to do for me.
Don't worry.
It wasn't all of it, but it was enough.
You know why they never found me?
Because my face could be
the face of half the men in India.
[police siren wailing]
The police arrested all the call-center
drivers for expired licenses.
Entrepreneurs create opportunity.
That's how I got my own startup.
White Tiger Drivers.
I've got 30 drivers
who work in shifts with 26 vehicles,
all air-conditioned for the summer months.
Put together with my bank holdings,
and I am worth 15 times the sum
I borrowed from Mr. Ashok.
Your Excellency, please visit my website.
If you like what you see,
you can click where it says
Yes, Ashok.
That's what I call myself these days.
But I don't treat
my drivers like servants.
I don't care about their religion,
and I certainly don't call them my family.
They are my employees.
I make them sign a contract,
and I sign it too.
And if there is a problem,
I don't let my drivers take the blame.
[man] Can't we take him to the hospital?
That's the brother of the dead boy.
And your driver
that hit him is right there.
[Balram]
Namaskar, my name is Ashok Sharma.
I am the owner of this vehicle.
The blood is on my hands, not my driver.
It's a terrible tragedy
that has happened, but it's late
[Balram] I choose to do things
differently than my masters.
I live in the light now.
[Balram] I want to express my deep sorrow
at the loss of your son, aunty.
There is 40,000 rupees in this.
I don't give it to you
because I need to, but because I want to.
[Balram in Kannada] Do you understand?
[in English]
And I want to help your other son.
He can come and be a driver with me,
and I will take care of him.
[Balram]
I do think about my ex a lot,
and I do miss him.
He didn't deserve his fate.
Ah, I should have cut the Mongoose's neck.
[Balram] I'll never know
what happened to my family.
I could only wonder.
But for the poor,
there are only two ways to get to the top,
crime or politics.
Is it like that in your country too?
[sighs]
Do you think about your mom and dad?
Give me another glass of milk,
won't you, uncle?
And a bowl of ice cream too.
You know ice cream is for Sundays.
No. It's for today.
[Balram] Smart boy.
- It's this car?
- Sir.
[car doors opening]
- [indistinct chatter]
- [camera shutters clicking]
Your Excellency,
it's me from our email, sir.
The White Tiger, Ashok Sharma.
How are you?
We great entrepreneurs always have
our sights set on tomorrow.
Real estate.
With all the American companies
coming to Bangalore,
the white people need a place to sleep.
[Jiabao] Thank you, sir.
Enjoy India, sir.
[indistinct chatter]
White people
are on their way out, you know.
They'll be finished within our lifetime.
It's the century
of the brown man and the yellow man,
and God save everybody else.
And sometimes I think,
even if they did catch me,
I'll never say I made a mistake.
It was all worthwhile to know,
just for a day,
just for an hour, just for a minute,
what it means not to be a servant.
[knocking at door]
Now, what happens
in a typical Hindi film about murder?
A poor man kills a rich man,
and then gets nightmares
about the dead man pursuing him,
screaming, "Murderer! Shame!"
It doesn't happen like that.
The real nightmare is the other kind
where you feel like you didn't do it,
that you didn't kill your master,
that you lost your nerve,
and that you're still
a servant to another man.
But then you wake up
the sweating stops, your heartbeat slows.
The nightmare is over.
You did do it.
You killed your master.
[sighs]
I've switched sides.
I've made it. I've broken out of the coop.
["Jungle Mantra" by DIVINE playing]
[singing in Hindi]
[in English] Yeah, gotta get mine
Any means, never sleep
I don't get tired
Feelin' big time
I don't wanna penny pinch
Tryna flip dimes
What's your life like?
Here's mine
High-speed chase
Ever seen pigs fly?
Slaves to their badges
Hatin' my blackness across the atlas
Fatal attraction, money like magnets
Yeah, I gotta have it
I'm a fanatic
Chasin' it, takin' it
Playin' in traffic
Get it and stack it
You live in areas not in my bracket
Hustler habit
Put what I earn in my casket
Ashes to ashes, yeah
[singing in Hindi]
[rapping in Hindi]
[singing in Hindi]
[in English]
Flip the jungle like a jungle gym
Flip the bricks
It's like I doubled them
Free ain't free if not for every man
It's different rules
For everyone with tans
Cop a couple chains, couple gems
Coupled with the latest couples' Benz
Unisex, the watch, the women win
The face don't match
The risk is meant for men
The poor are doomed
To live amongst the sin
The rich uplift the rich
And all their friends
If I rebel
The cell, they'll put me in
The jail you make for me
You're dwellin' in
Makin' dollars makes a lot of sense
Watch my masters live off my expense
Versace robe
A penthouse at The Ritz
Rush the paper forth, in inches, blitz
[singing in Hindi]
[rapping in Hindi]
[song ends]
[percussion music playing]