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City Of Joy Movie Script

Writer(s) : Gerald Brach, Roland Joffe

Genres : Drama

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 City of Joy

        Written by
GERALD BRACH & ROLAND JOFFE


       October 1990
       Early Draft




   FOR EDUCATIONAL
    PURPOSES ONLY

                       CITY OF JOY

FADE IN:

TITLE SEQUENCE.
EXT. BIHAR - DAY (DAWN, SUMMER, MID-1980)
Heat that has mass. That rises off the parched earth in
shimmering waves. After a moment, we see what appear to
be figures coming out of the haze, one by one. A family
with their few belongings: HASARI PAL, 33, his wife,
ALOKA, 28, and their children, daughter, AMRITA, 13,
sons MANOOJ and SHAMBU, 11 and 9; HASARI'S MOTHER and
FATHER. They embark toward the night, the rising sun
behind them.


EXT. ROADSIDE - BUS STOP - DAY (DAWN)
Hasari's Father passes a gourd of precious water. Hasari
serves the children first. Shambu gulps entirely too
much, the others forcing him to stop by a unified force
of will. Embarrassed, he passes the cup to his brother,
who sips, as does his sister. Aloka barely wets her
lips, insisting on leaving the last drops for Hasari.
And now, a rooster tail of dust rises up behind the
approaching bus and the old parents bid farewell to their
son's family. There is an intense sadness at leaving
the land and Hasari's Mother clings to him...
                         HASARI
           I'll send money soon.
His Mother nods, as Hasari erupts in a small cough which,
by habit, he suppresses. His Mother crushes Aloka to
her.
                         HASARI'S MOTHER
           Don't let the children out of your
           sight. Not for a moment.
Now the children. She wants to keep them here even as
the old man touches her, reminding her she must let them
go.
                         HASARI'S MOTHER
           Help your parents. Don't fight
           with each other. And, Manooj,
           stay away from the cinema, do you
           hear?
Shambu, his eyes big as saucers, whispers to his
grandma...
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                      2.
CONTINUED:
                         SHAMBU
           I don't want to go. There are bad
           men with long knives who steal
           children.
That does it: Hasari's   Mother dissolves in tears, but
the old man nevertheless  unlooses her insistently from
the children. Aloka and   the children get on the bus as
the old man embraces his  son.
                         HASARI'S FATHER
           A man's journey to the end of his
           obligations is a very long road.
           Yours begins here.


EXT. ROADSIDE/INT. BUS - DAY
There's not an empty inch inside the little vehicle or
on top.  The passengers are silent. A woman breast feeds
a baby.  Several passengers fan themselves. Many sleep.
The Pals squeeze wearily into the rear seat.
                         MANOOJ
                  (to his neighbor)
           Our farm has died, so we are
           moving to Calcutta to become rich!
Hasari and Aloka look  at each other: If only it were the
pursuit of wealth and  not survival. The woman under-
stands. And now the   BUS GRINDS forward and the Pals look
back. Hasari coughs,   suppresses it... as silence falls.
The elder Pals stand huddled   together in the dust and we
see, nestled behind a boulder   at the roadside, a tiny,
blue flower -- beautiful and   fragile, but like all things
alive, determined to live...   and we hear the sound of a
DOZEN VOICES CHANTING a quiet   mantra in unison as we --
                                            DISSOLVE TO:

INT. ASHRAM - ANOTHER FLOWER - DAY
This flower floats gently in a bowl of water. The TITLES
END as we PULL BACK SLOWLY to reveal a dozen Anglos,
several Indians, and one Kenyan seated cross-legged
before an aging Yogi, who's quietly urging the suppli-
cants to find "their light, allow your white light to
fill your spirit's eye." Above, ceiling fans move the
air.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                    3.
CONTINUED:
As we PAN the group, we see that everyone has his/her
eyes closed in earnest meditation... until we COME TO an
American, MAX LOEB, 29, who pops open first his right eye
-- looks to his right and left -- closes his right eye
and opens his left eye -- looks left and right... and
then, instead of continuing the mantra and the search for
his white light, expels a stream of air through his
pursed lips, making a vibrating, flatulent sound, one
indicative of sizeable frustration and dismissal.
                         MAX
         Get serious.
Around him, other single eyes pop open, searching for the
source of this unmeditative sound. Max nods and smiles
a wry smile as if to say: This just ain't doin' it for
me, folks.

INT. SPARTAN ROOM - TRUMPET - DAY
Max closes the trumpet case and starts chucking his
clothes and books in a knapsack and a small valise. We
notice the Hebrew letter chai on a gold chain around his
neck. His girl friend, BETSY KAHN, overdressed somewhat
in an Indian style, endeavors to exercise the inner peace
she's been pursuing...
                       BETSY
         I swear to God, you never give
         anything enough time! What did
         you expect in five days, Max?
                          MAX
         Only what    they promise in the
         brochure:     Inner peace, serenity,
         and a nice    chant that gets rid of
         this rock    in my gut. E.S.T., they
         do you in    a weekend.
                       BETSY
         I would really appreciate it if
         you wouldn't be terribly glib just
         now, Max.
That's okay with Max, who's willing to eschew communica-
tion of all kinds and just finish heaving his stuff in
the valise.
                       BETSY
         Am I to assume you'll be at the
         airport in Calcutta a week from
         tomorrow?
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                     4.
CONTINUED:
                       MAX
         Impossible to predict, Betsy Ilene
         Kahn. Maybe you better give me my
         ticket.
                       BETSY
         Screw you, Max -- I paid for it!
         How many times am I going to let
         you walk out on me and come back?
                       MAX
         I think only you can answer that,
         Betsy Ilene Kahn.
She slaps him.

                       MAX
         Do you really think that's an
         appropriate way to get rid of your
         Western rage, Bets?
She swings at him again.   He catches her hand hard in his
fist.
                       MAX
         One slap is romantic. Two would
         call for retaliation... Lend me a
         hundred dollars.
She yanks free, begins to chant her mantra as he grabs
his knapsack and valise and goes out the door.  Now,
she's silent and, in the simplest sense, deeply hurt.
She can't help herself; she cares. We STAY WITH  her
a moment as we --
                                           DISSOLVE TO:


EXT. COUNTRY AIRPORT (ASSAM) - WINDING ROAD - DAY
Cool, lush hills. A little pack of single-engine two-
and four-seaters. Max, in shorts and University of
Miami T-shirt, hot, sweaty, appears around a bend in the
approach road.

INT. AIRPORT - WAITING ROOM
A small service desk. A CLERK, who doubles as Ground
Control on the microphone, passing on the prevailing wind
and the active runway. We hear the STATIC-BACKED VOICE
of a PILOT, giving his call numbers, then announcing
he's clear for immediate takeoff on the active runway.
The Clerk CLICKS off and finds Max.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                    5.
CONTINUED:
                       MAX
         How you doin'?
The Clerk gives Max a warm smile.
                       CLERK
         Hello.
                       MAX
         I've always wanted to walk into a
         little airport just about like
         this one and ask the guy at the
         counter the following question.
         Ready?

The Clerk nods; he's at Max's ervice.
                       MAX
         When's the next flight to anywhere?
                       CLERK
         To Bombay. Tomorrow, at one
         o'clock in the afternoon.
A beat --- the Clerk with his smile, Max with his, one
simply warm, the other giving off simmering heat.

EXT. AIRPORT - LOW ANGLE - DAY
Max sits on the ground, up against the building, playing
a jazz line quietly and rather well on his trumpet. A
pair of well-shod feet ENTER the FRAME. Max looks up.

ANOTHER ANGLE

The rubicund face of VEEJAY CHATTERGEE, 50, and more
British than Churchill. Behind him, his cherubic wife,
RAVI... and making her way toward the enclave of small
planes, their daughter, MANUBAI, 26.
                       VEEJAY
         I say, are you looking for a way
         out of here? We have an extra
         seat. Where are you wanting to
         go?
Max's eyes flick from Veejay to the back view of Manubai
as she continues on and back to Veejay.
                       MAX
         I'm wanting to go wherever you're
         wanting to take me.

                                                        6.
INT. 180 FOUR-SEATER - DAY
Max is crammed into the back seat with the plump Ravi.

ANOTHER ANGLE
We see now that, contrary to our assumption that Veejay
would be in the left seat, it's Manubai who's flying the
plane. The NOISE of the ENGINE forces them to speak
somewhat loudly.
                       VEEJAY
         We were among the fortunate back
         in '48.  We got out of East Bengal
         before partition destroyed so many.
         We make mattresses. The Rajah
         Double Spring.
Veejay has an old flask out.
                       VEEJAY
         We don't have a flight attendant
         on this flight...
                (passing the flask)
         Are you a musician, Mr. Loeb?
                       MAX
         Unattached trumpet player and
         recently-certified associate guru.
As he takes a hit   on   the flask, Max's eye focuses on the
little mirror on   the   dash. In it he can see Manubai's
eyes. If we  were   to   judge by what he sees in them, she
doesn't find him   the   least bit amusing. He smiles his
smile at her.


EXT. HOWRAH STATION (CALCUTTA) - DAY (EARLY MORNING)
A huge bridge dominates the skyline. The train     trundles
to a stop, its WHISTLE clearing the way. People     hang on
its sides, sit on the roof... and now flood the    platform,
flowing into the station, clearing a view for us    of the
Pals, clinging to their baggage in the middle of    this
human anthill.

CLOSE ON THEM (MOVING)
Hands reach out with sweets to sell, with tea, asking for
money.
                       MANOOJ
         Daddy, I'm scared.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                       7.
CONTINUED:
                       HASARI
         Scared? No -- why? This is very
         exciting. As soon as we get to
         our friend's house, everything
         will be fine.
But, despite Hasari's charade of confidence, they (and
we) are overwhelmed by the size of the station and the
desperate energy of the humanity around them. As they
press on, a small beggar woman huddled on the platform
turns her eyes eerily on Manooj... as a deformed hand
stretches INTO the FRAME. Aloka senses someone: A
beggar, face half-hidden and eaten away by leprosy. This
terrifying image presses the boys tightly to their
mother and moves Hasari to encircle Armita with one hand
and attempt to wrap the other three inside the embrace of
his other hand. It does not seem possible that he can
protect all of them against the predatory eyes watching
them. He moves them quickly to a wall...
                       HASARI
         Wait right here. Don't move.

WITH HASARI
He moves to a line of VENDORS, shows a piece of paper to
one, as he digs out his precious screw of money to make a
purchase of sweets from the Vendor.
                       HASARI
         Please, can you direct me to my
         friend at this address? We are
         to stay with him.
The Vendor gives the address a look, shows it to the
Vendor next to him. Both look at Hasari.
                       VENDOR #1
         There's no such address as this in
         Calcutta.
                       HASARI
         But that's not possible.
                          VENDOR #1
         Of course    it is possible! I have
         lived here    all my life. You are
         new. Who     would know if a place
         exists or    does not?
                       VENDOR #2
         Bombay, perhaps. Delhi.     Look
         there.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                       8.
CONTINUED:
Dear God, what now? Stunned, Hasari hands Vendor #1 a
rupee and, with the sweets, turns back to his family, his
face going through a magical transformation as he
prepares to suggest to the family that all is well.

EXT. CHOWRINGHEE LANE - DAY (MIDDAY SUN)
A few clean and cared-for Ambassador cars sweep into the
gateway of the Grand Hotel, past a gateman.
                                           RACK FOCUS TO:

FEET - MAIDAN

Feet tramping the pulsating tarmac, sending up dust.

ANOTHER ANGLE
The Pals, scared, dispirited, weary, consumed by the
crowd. They've been walking a long  time. Shambu cries;
Aloka tries to ease his fear. They  stop numbly at the
edge of the park, put their bundles down against a long
wall.
Across the way, a thin policeman shares a cigarette with
a group of traders. There is a deeply fearful look in
Hasari's eyes, a look he is having difficulty controlling
now. He needs to revive the family's confidence. He
takes out his precious bundle of rupees and gives one to
Manooj. Manooj, though, is fixed on the cinema across
the street. Hasari indicates a stall just across the
main road.

                       HASARI
         Manooj, go and get some fruit.
         Come straight back.
Delighted with his task, Manooj sets off, his eyes on the
marquee of the theater with its huge cardboard cutout of
Kumar Kapur, starring in Hot Gun. Hasari calls out to
him to watch where he's going; the mere crossing of the
street is a potential parental nightmare. A hand ruffles
Manooj's head and a TALL MAN with dark eyes and a sweet
smile comes at the boy's anxious parents.
                       GANGOOLY (TALL MAN)
         Yes, hello, brother. Bihar, am I
         correct?
                       HASARI
         Yes, how did you know?
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                     9.
CONTINUED:
Hasari is torn between speaking to the man and watching
his son's incredible journey across the street.
                       GANGOOLY
         Let me say only that the terrible
         malevolence that has visited your
         part of the country affects us all.
                       HASARI
         Three years without rain. Nothing
         came out of the earth but debts.
                       GANGOOLY
         Terrible. And now, the    family on
         the street. It is not    acceptable.
                (smile widens)
         And if I can't help, my   name is not
         Mr. Gangooly... Which,   blessedly,
         it is.
And now a smile as full as the sky above.

EXT. SMALL BUILDING IN BACK STREET - DAY
A brick slides out of the wall.
We're BEHIND the brick and see Gangooly's soft face as he
reaches in and pulls out a key.
The street is small and empty.  Though the houses are
nothing much, to the Pals, they look like palaces.
Manooj and Shambu run about in delight. Gangooly motions
for quiet. With a flourish, he  opens the door.


INT. SMALL ROOM - DAY
Gangooly enters, glances around, waves the Pals in.
They're amazed. There's a cage occupied by two parrots.
In one corner, a small altar dedicated to the goddess
Lakshmi is decorated with some flowers and, behind a
torn, plastic curtain in a corner, part kitchen, part
wash place, containing a tap with running water.
                       GANGOOLY
         Be free -- look around.
On the faces of the family is one thought: Is it
possible? Amrita goes right to the parrots.
                       GANGOOLY
         They'll need feeding. Give them
         seed. But don't spoil them.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                      10.
CONTINUED:
He bows briefly before the altar as he moves to the
washing area.
                       GANGOOLY
         And now, one of the miracles of
         life in the city. One and two...
He turns on the tap and a stream of brown WATER GURGLES
out. The Pals are hypnotized, the fists around their
hearts begin to ease.
                       GANGOOLY
         Holy water from the Ganges! Flows
         out forever. Come -- touch it.

Manooj and Shambu put their hands under the tap.
                       GANGOOLY
         Drink! It's as pure as the dew on
         Shiva's lips.
They drink. Gangooly claps in delight... and beckons
Hasari aside.

FAVORING GANGOOLY AND HASARI
                       GANGOOLY
         Now, this place is yours for two
         weeks. My cousin, Moti, is away,
         traveling. Normally, the rent
         takes fifty rupees for a week, but
         for a brother, forty. No, don't
         thank me.
Hasari pulls out his little screw of money.

                       HASARI
         I have only seventy-five, but as
         soon as I have work...
                       GANGOOLY
         Give me the fifty, pay the rest
         next week. You'll find work, I
         trust you. Aren't I from Bihar,
         too?  Yes.
And the money is in his hand.   He joins his hands
together.
                       GANGOOLY
         You are pleased? Then Mr. Gangooly
         is pleased. It's how I am.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                       11.
CONTINUED:
He turns on his heel and he's gone. For a moment, the
Pals are still, swept from the brink of catastrophe to
salvation... and now, as one, they release their sheer
and utter joy.

INT. CHATTERGEE STAIRCASE - DAY
Ravi and Veejay leading Max up the grand staircase,
Manubai in the foyer, looking after them.

INT. GUEST ROOM - DAY
Ravi leads the way into a lovely guest bedroom.

                        RAVI
          I hope this is all right. The
          room hasn't been aired or the bed
          turned, but --
                        VEEJAY
          Oh, he doesn't care about that, do
          you, Max? Here, look here.
Veejay opens a little cupboard, stocked with liquor.
                        VEEJAY
          Help yourself. Be comfortable.
          Ravi, come on, go, go, let's leave
          the young man to himself.
Obediently, Ravi goes.   Veejay follows.   Max goes to the
window.


HIS POV
The beautiful Manubai in the garden.

MAX
He lies down on the bed.   He's found Nirvana.

INT. MAIN ROOM - DAY
It's Hasari who watches now. There's LAUGHTER from Aloka
and Amrita. Joyful SHOUTS from the boys. Hasari is
alone in the main room, on his knees, in front of the
pile of their baggage and bundles. He turns his atten-
tion from the laughter to a just-opened, old suitcase.
He takes out a small tea box. Opens it delicately.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                     12.
CONTINUED:
It's full of something brown. He  pushes his fingers in
and feels this bit of earth with a tenderness that's
almost religious, puts a pinch to his nose and breathes
it in. The LAUGHTER and SHOUTING  from the bathing area
is GROWING.

INT. BATHING AREA
Shambu is paddling near the tap. Aloka is bending over
the drain and Amrita is rinsing her heavy, dark hair
with a pot. Manooj is nearby, rubbing himself with an
old towel. Hasari enters unnoticed and looks at the
group with tenderness... and with gratitude for their
good fortune.

A MAN, red with anger, yanks the curtain aside, stares.
The family freezes. Aloka's hair drips unnoticed on her
sari.
                       MAN
         What are you doing here?   Who are
         you?
                       HASARI
         My name is Pal, Hasari. Mr.
         Gangooly rented this space to --
                       MAN
         Mr. Who?
                        HASARI
         Gangooly.   You must be his cousin,
         Mr. Moti.
                       MAN
         I don't know any Gangooly and my
         name is Binal and this is my home
         -- get out!
The furious Binal, followed by the Pals, goes into the
main part of the room. A small crowd has been attracted
by the noise.
                       HASARI
         But this is true. We paid him a
         deposit of fifty --
                       BINAL
         A man goes out because he has to
         work, and some beggar tries to
         move in while his back is turned.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                    13.
CONTINUED:
This while Binal has begun to throw things out onto the
street, though this cleansing of his home doesn't stop
him from picking up a stick. The odd sympathizer meets
with...
                       BINAL
         So, should I suffer if they are
         so stupid to jump into the first
         mouth that wants to eat them?
He turns with the stick on Hasari.
                       BINAL
         You're lucky I don't kill you!

Hasari looks at Manooj, who drops his eyes. They collect
the remainder of their possessions and hurry out the
door.

EXT. SMALL STREET - DAY
Full of neighbors. There's a suppressed violence in the
air. A man pushes Aloka. Sweat streaming down his face,
Hasari confronts the man. A WOMAN pushes the men apart.
                       WOMAN
         Go to the river. Try to squeeze
         in there.

EXT. VICTORIA MONUMENT - STREET - NIGHT (DUSK)
Calcutta broiling: Buses, vendors, carts, rickshaws,
children beg at car windows. The Pals stand, uncertain,
and for the first time a rickshaw fills Hasari's eye,
carrying two passengers. But now he shoulders his burden
and leads the family toward the river. We HOLD until
they grow small against the setting sun, gleaming red
against the white domes of the Victoria Monument.

INT. CHATTERGEE'S LIBRARY - TORSO - NIGHT
Moving through the dark, a figure, touching things,
looking at photographs of the Chattergees. We hear
a MUFFLED DIALOGUE mixed with the SINGING a la Dean
Martin of "Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime":
"Goddamn it, boy, what's the matter with you? --
"Everybody loves somebody sometime" -- "Go for it,
son!" -- "Sure, Dad, whatever you say, Dad." --
"Everybody falls in love somehow" -- "You're the dad,
Dad." Now, a humidor. Max opens it, takes out a
cigar, takes two. Takes five. Senses someone. Turns.

                                                      14.
ANOTHER ANGLE
Ravi in her bathrobe.
                         MAX
         I'm starving.
He gives her his best saint's smile.
                       RAVI
         Well, you don't want to eat those
         awful cigars. Come with me, we'll
         wake up the cook, she'll fix you
         something proper.

EXT. KITCHEN - WINDOW - NIGHT

THROUGH the window, we see the bleary-eyed cook laying
out food as Ravi chatters away at Max, he with a beatific
grin on his face as he feeds himself.

EXT. RIVER BANK - HOWRAH BRIDGE - DAY
The bridge etched against the dawn sky. The corpse of
an indigent is collected and put on a cart.

MANOOJ
With his eyes open, watching the dead man being removed.

FAMILY
After their humiliating flight, they found refuge here.
Tiny figures huddled together with their baggage and
bundles, near a tree, not far from the steps that dip
down to the smooth water. Hasari's eyes, too, are on
the dead man, that warning. He kneels beside Manooj,
strokes him. The boy's eyes turns to the man's,
wondering if the man can provide for them.
                       HASARI
         Don't let it frighten you. You
         have to be brave. I know we'll
         find work today.
Fear and doubt fill Manooj's eyes.   He nods.

EXT. DOCKS - DAY
Hasari at the gates, the family huddled together in
the b.g. The man behind the gate shakes his head,
points.

                                                    15.
ANOTHER ANGLE
A line of a hundred men stretches from a door. Hasari
is on the edge of panic, but when he turns to the family,
he's wearing his confident smile. As before, he gathers
the family into the protectorate of his arms and guides
them onward. As he pushes off into the sea of humanity,
we PULL BACK AND UP, FILLING the FRAME WITH street upon
street, disappearing Hasari.

FROM STREET - INTO WORKSHOP - HASARI AND OWNER
Two plump men in shirt sleeves look coolly at Hasari.
The elder shakes his head. The younger shows Hasari
the door.

Outside, an increasingly desperate Hasari finds
Aloka before a small shrine, saying a prayer.

EXT. BARA BAZAR - DAY
Aloka huddled with Manooj and Amrita. Hasari talking
to the owner of a small market stall. Shambu is peering
into a shop with male mannequins in the window.

INT. MEN'S SHOP - MOVING MIRROR
In the moving mirror we see counters and shelves of men's
clothing.
The mirror stops at Max slipping into a kurta before an
audience of Ravi, Manubai, and a salesman.
                       RAVI
         It's not extravagant at all. You
         can't go around all week in your
         tribal garb.
Max sees a boy's face pressed to the glass: he indicates
the shirt, for the boy's approval. The boy smiles a
wonderful smile.
                       RAVI
         Now he looks civilized, doesn't
         he, Manubai?
                        MANUBAI
         Almost.
Max looks at her.   She at him.

                                                      16.
EXT. MEN'S SHOP - DAY
Man leans down, whispers to the smiling boy...
                       MAX
         You sure I look all right?
The little boy nods. Max slips him several rupees...
and he, Manubai, and Ravi fold themselves into her tiny
car as --

ANOTHER ANGLE
Shambu runs to his dejected family.
                      SHAMBU
         Look! A man gave me these many
         moneys!
                      HASARI
         What man? Why -- did you ask him
         for money?
                       SHAMBU
         He just gave it to me.
                        HASARI
         Where is he?
Shambu looks, but the car's gone.
                       HASARI
         Don't do that. We're not beggars.
Shambu is devastated. Out of his own desperation,
Hasari feels he's been a little rough on the boy. He
holds him close.

                       HASARI
         Go back to the river. Wait for me
         by the tree. Don't go anywhere.
         Do you understand?
Aloka, the boys nod. We WATCH them as Hasari heads
off, quickly becoming a small figure disappearing into
the sea.

EXT. JUTE MILL DAY - LATE AFTERNOON SUN
Starting to sink. We PAN DOWN TO Hasari stepping to
a grilled window as the man ahead moves out.

                                                          17.
INT. JUTE MILL - DAY
A flaking gray wall, half-obscured with moldering files.
The grilled window lets in a little light and the quiet
supplications of those outside.
An old CLERK at a desk. A voice calls out.       The Clerk
looks up, crosses to the grill.
Hasari's tense face through the bars. A TRUCK RUMBLES
past, drowning out the words... except these: "...trade
union." The Clerk shakes his head sadly. On the verge
of panic, Hasari hangs onto the window...
                       CLERK
         Do you have family?

                       HASARI
         Yes, yes of course. But I'm
         three days without work. I'll
         take anything.
The Clerk digs in his pocket, presses two rupees on
Hasari.
                       CLERK
         Here, now go away.
                       HASARI
         No, I don't want you to give me --
The next man in line forcibly moves Hasari out of the
way.
                       CLERK
         In this city, a man with a family
         can't be proud. Take it!

The Clerk waves him away, turns his attention to the
next man.

INT. CHATTERGEE RECEPTION ROOM - DAY (LATE AFTERNOON)
Manubai's face.   Then Max's.   Then hers.    Then his.
Looking at each other.   Five days.   Kiss.    Ravi.
                       MAX
         I said you have three days to
         get me into bed, and I'm betting
         you can't do it.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                       18.
CONTINUED:
                       MANUBAI
         It's all right for you to use my
         mother as your tour guide and
         meal ticket, because she'll get
         something nice out of it. But
         what would I get?
He stares at her a moment, then gets up, goes around the
table.
                          MAX
         Well, gee,    I don't know. Maybe I
         could say    something so amusing
         that you'd    laugh so hard it would
         break that    hot poker you have up
         your ass.
She stares at him. He bends to kiss her. She doesn't
pull away... but after a moment he realizes she isn't
responding. He continues the kiss, but he opens his
eyes... to find her staring at him. He pulls back.
They stare at each other another moment, then Max
senses someone in the doorway.

RAVI
Staring at them, disappointment filling her eyes.

MAX
The same sound of frustration and ennui he made in the
ashram.


EXT. CHATTERGEE HOME - DAY
His arm around Max, Veejay guides the young man toward
a waiting taxi.
                       VEEJAY
         Believe me, I understand, but you
         know how women are. Do you have
         enough money?
Max gives him a non-commital shrug.    Veejay winks,
stuffs the money into Max's pocket.

EXT. GREEN ACRES COURTYARD - COW - DAY (LATE AFTERNOON)
Bare feet... and then sneakered feet step over the sleep-
ing bovine, who turns a disinterested eye up.

                                                        19.
ANOTHER ANGLE
Max is guided by a grumpy hall PORTER wearing an off-
white shirt and bellbottoms through the walled and well
planted courtyard of an inexpensive hotel. Max gives the
cow a bemused eye...

INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY
The room is utterly utilitarian. The Porter turns on a
ceiling fan, sending an army of cockroaches scurrying
for calmer terrain. Max clearly doesn't care for
cockroaches.
                        PORTER
          It pleases you?

                        MAX
          No fruit basket? No mini bar?
Max hands the Porter several rupees.
                        PORTER
          Bar? Of course -- many, many.
          But make care, Sahib. Please,
          for me. If it is lady you like
          to know -- yes? -- you let me.
          Huh? Very sweet girl, good
          nature, very sweet. Or boy, very
          good...
Max puts a finger on the Porter's head, turns him for
the door.
                        PORTER
          No like boy? Something then for
          smoke -- mmmh, very good for smoke!


AT DOOR
Max eases the Porter out.   As the door is closing...
                        PORTER
          Maybe you like two girls -- look
          a little Chinese, but very great
          pleasure.
Max smiles his smile and disappears the Porter behind the
closed door. The smile disappears and the FAN gets his
attention; it has an annoying rhythm and sound. He
flicks the switch, but the fan continues to snap around.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                       20.
CONTINUED:
He stares at it... and startles us by suddenly flicking
out a hand and grabbing the blade, stopping the fan.
He lets go. The fan is still. He carries his knapsack
to the tub; it has brown stains along the middle and
the water has a brown tinge as it flows out of the tap.
He sits on the edge of the tub, dumps his knapsack on
the floor, picks up a half-dozen pamphlets from the
ashram.

CLOSE ON PAMPHLETS
Guides to inner peace.


RESUME
He wings the pamphlets at the trashcan.

EXT. RIVERBANK - HOWRAH BRIDGE - DAY (EARLY EVENING)
Hasari comes around the corner of a warehouse, a smile
on his face, clutching some bananas and dried grain.
His relief -- and ours -- is short-lived.

TREE AND BANK
The space where he left the family has been cleared
and taken over by trucks. He's lost his family.

HOWRAH BRIDGE ROAD
A group of Hindus are   celebrating a puja, the women
singing canticles at   the top of their lungs; the men
tossing a little boy   happily back and forth... as the
panic-stricken Hasari   rushes up.
                       HASARI
         My wife, my children...
Hasari rushes on.    Suddenly we --
                                            CUT TO:

UNDER BRIDGE - DAY
His head turns and his eyes look this way, that way...
until out of the near silence, we hear a distant,
extraordinary word...
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                      21.
CONTINUED:
                       CHILD (O.S.)
         Daaaaaaddddddyyyyy!
The word catches Hasari's ear. He looks into the sea
of people along the river bank under the bridge.
                       CHILD (O.S.)
         Daaaaaadddddddyyyy!
As in a dream, Shambu rises up out of the sea of bodies
... and runs to his father.
                       SHAMBU
         Daaaaadddddyyyy!

Now, Aloka, Amrita, Manooj appear, rising up out of the
sea, ending Hasari's nightmare.
A warrior returning from battle, Hasari engulfs the
little boy.
                       HASARI
         I told you to remain where I left
         you! I told you to stay there!
                       MANOOJ
         The police came!
                       SHAMBU
         We said we had to meet you, but
         they didn't care! They were
         mean!
As before, Hasari tries to engulf the rest of his family
in the protectorate of his arms. In the b.g., Arun and
his family.

                       ALOKA
         These friends have found space.
         They will share with us.
Hasari looks at the tiny space. The roof is cardboard
and cloth and half an old movie poster featuring the
actor Kumar Kapur. Hasari looks at his tiny bit of
food, debates a moment... then puts his hands together,
addresses these generous people.
                       HASARI
         I would be proud if you would
         share our food with us.
Everyone looks at the food; there is no disguising their
hunger.

                                                       22.
EXT. BRIDGE - NIGHT
Distant transistor MUSIC as we PAN DOWN: The Pal
children sleep despite the QUIET MOANS and nightmare
CRIES around them, the two boys huddled together, Amrita
close to her mother.
Hasari comes out of the dark. Aloka looks at him. He
shakes his head. He slumps beside her. Aloka strokes
Hasari, looking lovingly at him.
                       ALOKA
         I remember the first time I saw
         you, on the day of our marriage.
         Wearing a bright yellow turban.
         You asked me my name and you said,
         'You are a very beautiful girl
         and I am wondering whether you
         will find me appealing.'
He strokes her tenderly in return... but now, overwhelmed
with despair, she begins to weep.
                       HASARI
         What?
She doesn't want to say it, doesn't want to wake the
children.
                       HASARI
         It's all right -- what?
                       ALOKA
         I miss the village.    There I
         could help.
Hasari pulls Aloka close, strokes her.


EXT. GREEN ACRES - NIGHT
The sky turns red. The Porter looks up, shakes his head:
Poor young man, stuck with only a trumpet for company.

INT. MAX'S ROOM
Max sits on the floor in a corner and plays as we hear
the sound of a fierce WHISTLE and a SCREAMING ENGINE.

EXT. SETTLEMENT - CLOSE ON BULLDOZER - DAWN
A gigantic earthmover lurches into position.

                                                     23.
ANOTHER ANGLE
Swarming police.

PALS
Awaken -- startled, disoriented. Aloka gentles the
children as Hasari moves instinctively toward the threat.

SCENE
A black ambassadorial car pulls up, out of which steps
a BABU. A microphone and speaker has been set up.
Another car unloads several politicos with party banners.
A minion hands the Babu the mike; he wants to get on with
it before this turns into a political rally. Hasari is
close to him, as is Arun.
                       BABU
         The municipality has directed us
         to carry out the destruction of
         this settlement. All of you must
         go -- now!
For a moment there is a babble of fear and frustration.
Then from Hasari's side, Arun confronts the Babu.
                       ARUN
         For what reason?
The Babue appears disconcerted.   He's not accustomed to
the poor asking questions.
                       BABU
         Because this settlement is
         impeding construction work.

                       ARUN
         We're not moving! Why should
         we move? Who is the municipality?
         We are! This is our home!
                       BABU
         I have my orders.
                       ARUN
         If we're driven from here, where
         should we go?
                       BABU
         I'll give you five minutes to
         gather your things. Then, the
         settlement comes down.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                     24.
CONTINUED:
                       ARUN
         Why should you alone be burdened
         with such a task? Let me help!
Arun begins to tear his shelter apart, and to heave the
pieces at the Babu, who retreats. Others soon take up
the call to vent their frustration, hurling things at
the police and at the driver of the tractor. Quickly
we've got a full-scale riot. The police wade into the
crowd, pounding people with their sticks, Arun one of
the first to get hit. He staggers into Hasari's arms.

FAVORING PALS/ARUN AND HIS FAMILY

Unbelievable! Panic-stricken, Hasari and Aloka gather
the children and their few belongings... as beside them
a woman goes down from a stick to the head; Aloka stops
instinctively to help the woman, but Hasari grabs her,
trying to shelter her and the children as well as Arun's
wife and children, clutching Arun to him as in the chaos
they manage to escape.

EXT. CHURCH - CLOSE ON BILLBOARD - DAY
On the billboard: A maharajah sleeping snugly on a thick
mattress. From his dreamland he inquires solicitously:
"Have you ever thought of a Rajah Double Spring as a
present?" We PAN DOWN and FIND the Pals and Arun and his
family, panting, terrified, beneath the sign.
                       SHAMBU
         Daddy, are we going to die here?
Hasari can see on everyone's face this question.

                       HASARI
         No! Today, I'm just a mangy dog
         on the street, but soon, I swear,
         I'll look other men in the eye!
                (a beat)
         I swear.
Yet on his face we see the extraordinary pressure to make
this promise reality.

EXT. SIDE OF RESTAURANT
Hasari reaches the head of a line and receives a small
handout. Turning away, he  studies the morsel of food.
His head aches, his belly screams with hunger... but he
takes only a single bite, then carefully wraps the rest
in a cloth and knots it.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                       25.
CONTINUED:
He feels a tug at his elbow.   It's a 15-year-old BOY with
thick, scholarly spectacles.
                         RAFIK (BOY)
           Why live like a beggar when you
           can live like a maharajah?
Hasari stares at the boy.

INT. BLOOD DISPENSARY - CLOSE ON HASARI'S ARM - DAY
A needle injected, blood flowing into a bottle.


ANOTHER ANGLE
Hasari seated on a stool, watching his blood leave his
body, his face broken out in perspiration.
                         HASARI
           I thought you were only taking a
           little.
                         ATTENDANT
           We pay more, we take more.
                         HASARI
           I'm feeling a little dizzy.
                         ATTENDANT
           It'll pass.

HIS POV

Rafik and a thin man chatting easily and exchanging ciga-
rettes with another attendant. His vision BLURS.

HASARI AND NURSE
With his free hand, he begins to grapple for the Atten-
dant to keep his balance, starts to fall... and the
SCREEN GOES BLACK.
FADE IN:
EXT. DISPENSARY - DAY
A woozy Hasari gives Rafik his share; Rafik in turn gives
the thin man his share. The thin man bows his farewell.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                      26.
CONTINUED:
                       RAFIK
         Blood is the oil well of the poor,
         brother. Now, give me another
         three and I'll give you these.
He opens his hand with its dirty nails. In it lie a
little group of pills, like highly-colored sweets.
                       HASARI
         What are those?
                       RAFIK
         Vitamins. Take these and you can
         give again in a week.

While Hasari considers, Rafik pours the pills into
Hasari's hand, takes the three rupees. Hasari downs the
pills.
                        RAFIK
         One week.   Here. The same time.
And he's gone, leaving Hasari, woozy but at least, for
the moment, blessed to count his money.

INT. MAX'S ROOM - NIGHT
Max lies on his messed bed, contorted, with his feet up
over his head against the wall. A book lies open beside
him. A half-eaten room service meal, many hours old,
moulders on the bedside table. Max is babbling a mock
sports case into his fist...
                       MAX
         They're in the shotgun. There's
         the snap from center, the clock is
         running -- five, four, three -- he
         has an open man at the Notre Dame
         twenty for the victory... and he
         freezes. He freezes! Mr. Choke
         chokes. The fans go --
A KNOCK at the door. Max shuts up, falls off the wall.
He crosses to the door. Opens it. POOMINA is 16,
beautiful and exotic-looking behind her excessive makeup.

ANOTHER ANGLE - FAVORING MAX
The porter pushes the girl gently into the room, smiling
at Max, nodding. The door is closed.

                                                      27.
MAX AND POOMINA
He may have been receptive to a "sweet, young girl," but
not a kid in her teens.
                       MAX
         Got an I.D. on you?
                (she doesn't get it)
         How old are you?
                       POOMINA
         Twenty, sahib.
                         MAX
         I buy that.
She approaches him seductively.

                       POOMINA
         I can do anything you want, sahib.
She fingers the   Hebrew letter at Max's throat, on its
gold chain. For    a moment, Max is mesmerized by this
child; but then,   as she begins more serious ministra-
tions, he pulls   back.
                       MAX
         Hold it, time out. Time, there's
         time out on the field.
                       POOMINA
         Is problems, sahib?
                       MAX
         Is problems, yeah, just a couple.
                       POOMINA
         No, please, yes, I can --

There's something desperate in her that makes him put a
finger to her lips and say...
                       MAX
         How 'bout some chow?
                (she doesn't get it)
         I was just about to order some room
         service. Food. I call, they come,
         we eat.
She stares at him.
INT. MAX'S ROOM - NIGHT (HALF HOUR LATER)
Max smokes a Monte  Cristo and watches Poomina, like a
frightened little  animal, devour the last of a Green
Acres room service  meal and then wrap a small piece of
fish in the paper  napkin.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                      28.
CONTINUED:
She looks up at him, delivers a small burp.    Covers her
mouth in charming embarrassment.
                       POOMINA
         Now, you are ready for great
         pleasure, yes?
                       MAX
         Watching you eat was my great
         pleasure. Now you go home.
As he escorts her toward the door, Poomina is distressed.
Max realizes she can't leave empty-handed. He pulls out
some notes.

                         MAX
         For you.
She hasn't given up, though, and as he takes the money,
she stands on tiptoe and kisses him. Torn, Max begins
to respond. He stops  himself, his grip on her causing
her discomfort. His  breath comes in little bursts.
                       MAX
         You're a very wet kisser. Work on
         it, get in touch in five years.
He leads her toward the door. Like some lunatic comedy.
she resists. He pushes. She locks her knees. He opens
the door.
                       MAX
         Goddamn it, cut it out!   Now, good
         night.
He muscles her out the  door, closes it, wipes his lips.
He stares at a parade  of cockroaches gliding along the
wall as he listens to  her CRYING quietly on the other
side of the door. He   debates... and he loses. Opens the
door. Poomina stands   there; the tears stop and a lip-
twitching smile lights  her face.
                       MAX
         Five years already? Gee, time
         really flies when you have no
         moral conviction.
She slides into his arms, pressing against him. With his
shoulder, he closes the door, leaving us outside.

INT. BACK ALLEY - BAR - FLAMING LIGHT - NIGHT
A bare light bulb; a SCRATCHY vinyl RECORD on a turn-
table.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                      29.
CONTINUED:
Poomina watches Max do a sleight-of-hand trick with a
coin. He tosses it up, brings his hands past each other,
then holds out his fists; she picks on... but the other
holds the penny. Fooled, she laughs. He does it again;
she points to one fist -- empty -- then other -- also
empty. Max reaches behind her ear and... produces the
coin. She loves it, her laughter escalating. But then
she seesm to read something in the b.g. where we see four
thugs, two of whom will become known to us as THE GOONDA,
a capo to the local "mafia" chieftan, and ASHOKA, son of
the local Godfather. Ashoka works on a pimple on his
chin. The Goonda meticulously cleans a spot of mud with
spit from one of his expensive new running shoes. Max
eyes the thugs eyeing him.

                        MAX
         Short guys!   Quit lookin' at us!
This remark goes over big with the thugs. Max doesn't
care. He knocks off the last of the beer in his bottle.
The bartender brings them two shots of something in two
unmatched glasses.
                       POOMINA
         Special drink for you, sahib.
         Only the most man can drink it.
         You make try. For me.
                       MAX
         For you, I would drink battery
         acid.
                       POOMINA
         Who that finish first.   I bet!
She puts her glass to her lips and, in a childish,
exaggerated way, mimes waiting for him to commence a
drinking race with her. The two of them toss off what's
in their glasses. The bangla in Max's glass is stronger
than battery acid. He does an elaborate routine involv-
ing the pain, the surprise, the sheer awfulness of the
drink. But puts it down with mock machismo.
                       POOMINA
         I beat!
                       MAX
         I really don't think so -- oh no,
         nay, nay! I never lose the truly
         irrelevant contest.
                       POOMINA
         We have fun some more.   I bet
         again!
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                     30.
CONTINUED:
She turns to the bartender, calls for two more. All the
while, in the b.g., The Goonda and his two thugs watch
emotionlessly and Ashoka works on his acne.

EXT. BAR - NIGHT
Max sings "Take It to the Limit" with enormous inebriated
sincerity as Poomina helps him out of the bar. There's a
big black motorcycle parked outside. Max glances at it
as they start down the alley. As he looks back to the
road ahead, he finds The Goonda in front of him. Max
isn't so drunk that he doesn't sense what this is about.
He looks behind him. Indeed, the other two goons are
there. Ashoka straddles the big cycle.

                        MAX
           Well well. Seek punishment and ye
           shall find.
Knowing what's  coming, Max nevertheless unleashes a
beautiful howl  and tries to trample The Goonda off-
tackle. From   behind, he's hit with a length of stick.
He goes down,  looks up through blasted eyes at Ashoka as
two sticks now  land against his shoulder and his head...

EXT. MAHARAJAH SIGN - NIGHT
The Pals sleep beneath the sign. Hasari awakens from
restive sleep to the sound of a FIGHT. He gets up. The
others awaken.
                         ARUN
           Don't go -- what are you doing?

                         HASARI
           It sounds like someone needs help.
Hasari bolts for the corner.

ALLEYWAY
As Hasari turns into the head of the alley, he can see
three men beating someone, a fourth man standing off to
the side, watching.
                         HASARI
           What are you doing?
                  (calling back)
           A man's being beaten here!
As Hasari runs down the alley, the MOTORCYCLE FIRES UP
and SCREAMS OFF and the three goons take flight.

                                                      31.
HASARI AND MAX
Hasari runs up, reaches out to Max, who's barely on his
feet. As Hasari touches Max, Max turns and belts Hasari
in the nose, nailing Hasari to the wall as Max collapses
at Hasari's feet. Hasari grabs his nose with one hand
and kneels beside the fallen Max... as a shadow moves
and startles Hasari. He peers into the dark... and
Poomina steps into the light.

INT. CLINIC/SCHOOL (CITY OF JOY) - MAX'S POV - CRUCIFIX
- DAY
The crucifix sways. Now Max's eyes RACK FOCUS TO the
cherubic face of JOAN BETHAL, peering AT the CAMERA
without sympathy.


ANOTHER ANGLE
Max on a cot in a tiny, spare room, a butterfly bandage
under one eye. Joan, Irish, short, stout, hovers over
him. Behind her, Hasari Pal.
                       JOAN
         Good morning, junior, welcome to
         our country.
Max manages to sit up.   Wishes he hadn't.
                       MAX
         Oh, I like the way the room moves
         in circles.
                (checking out his
                 accommodations)
         I suppose I should inquire where I
         am.

                       JOAN
         You're in the City of Joy.
                       MAX
         Is that geographic or spiritual?
                       JOAN
         Oh, now we require that each
         visitor decide that for himself.
         This gentleman and a young lady
         brought you here.
                       MAX
         Did I do that to your nose?
                (as Hasari nods)
         I'm sorry.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                             32.
CONTINUED:
Hasari shrugs, smiles... and a gigantic rat drops in
Max's lap. He leaps to his feet and against the wall.
The rat scurries away.
                         MAX
           What was that -- a Shetland pony?
                         JOAN
           I would have to inspect it more
           closely, but I believe that was
           one of our economy-size rats.
Max clambers for the door.        Too late, Joan thinks to
say...

                           JOAN
           Watch your --
Max cracks his head on the door frame.
                         MAX
           Thanks -- got it.
He ducks outside for some air.

EXT. CLINIC/SCHOOL - NIZAMUDHIN LANE - MAX'S FACE
Stunned.

SQUARE
In the dawn light, he finds himself in a small square in
a slum, an open sewer running before him. He's repulsed.

                         MAX
           Pardon the expression, but Jesus
           H. Christ.
From the tea shop, SURYA, a stout old Hindu man dressed
in Western clothes, raises a hand in greeting to Joan.
On the door Max and Joan have come through: "City of Joy
Self Help School & Clinic." Across the way, a young man
is dandling a baby on his knee, rubbing its back and
sniffing at its neck. Small group of children around a
blackboard with a teacher, MARGARETA, doing numbers.
RAM CHANDAR, the rickshaw puller, readies to go out to
work. Trying to orient himself, Max turns...

ANOTHER ANGLE
... to find perhaps fifty people, largely women and
children, staring at him.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                      33.
CONTINUED:
He knows them by type:   patients.   He looks at the sign
on the door.
                         MAX
         You a doctor?
                       JOAN
         Oh no, I'm a corporate executive.
         Doctor arrives at half seven, but
         only three days a week.
                       MAX
         This is obviously one of those
         three days.

                      JOAN
         Indeed. What brings you to our
         country?
                       MAX
         I came to find my white light.
                        JOAN
         Ah, yes.   I take it you didn't
         find it.
                       MAX
         Kept opening the doors and windows
         of my spirit, but couldn't see a
         goddamn thing.
                       JOAN
         What do you do in America?
Max is slow to answer.   Discreetly, Hasari hangs back,
listens.

                       JOAN
         Oh, how exciting. Must be
         something illegal. Are you a
         criminal of some sort?
                       MAX
         I suppose that depends how you
         define the word: I'm a doctor.
                       JOAN
         I see. How long are you here?
         Perhaps I could recruit you for --
                       MAX
         Forget it. You've got your non-
         practicing Catholics. I'm a non-
         practicing doctor.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                        34.
CONTINUED:
                       JOAN
         How very distressing.     Why's that?
                       MAX
         Found out I just really don't like
         sick people. Well, I'm outta
         here. I owe you one.
                       JOAN
         I can't imagine ever divining how
         to collect, but there are a few of
         us Indians, you know, who believe
         the tourist trade ought to be
         encouraged.

Max turns to Hasari. Hasari is incredibly shy, can
barely meet Max's eyes.
                       MAX
         Thank you very much.     Let me...
He goes for his money.
                         HASARI
         No, please.
Max finds his pockets empty. Then reaches for his wrist
-- his watch is gone -- and then his throat -- his chai
is gone, too.
                       JOAN
         I'm afraid they cleaned you out.
         Ram, here's your first rider.
                (to Max)
         Take this.

She holds out several rupees toward him.      All eyes on
them.
                       JOAN
         Go on, it's all right.     You'll owe
         me two.

EXT. STREET - FLYING FEET - DAY
Max in the rickshaw, Hasari running alongside Ram, an
exuberant smile slashed across his face.
                       HASARI
         You see, I can keep up.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                    35.
CONTINUED:
                       RAM
         Keep up, of course. Anyone can
         run at this pace. But you think
         it's easy to run and to pull?
                        HASARI
         I can do it.   I could pull it.
                       MAX
         Come on, give him a shot. He's as
         fast as you and looks twice as
         strong.
                       RAM
         Will you still pay me when he runs
         you into a ditch?
                         MAX
         Absolutely.    I trust the man.
Suddenly, Ram comes to a stop.
                       RAM
         All right, you, come, step in here.
Hasari looks on Max with enormous gratitude. Ram puts
the shafts down, has a short coughing fit, spits some
phlegm, looks at Max.
                       MAX
         I hope you're taking something for
         that.
Ram waves him off as Hasari lifts the shafts to his hips.
                       RAM
         Now, fine, pull, go.
Hasari tries to pull, but the center of gravity isn't
easy to find. This is enormously difficult and Hasari's
very clumsy at it. The street is crowded. The traffic
is beginning to back up behind them. The driver and
conductor of the tram let fly a tirade of insults.
                       RAM
         See, mister! What did I tell
         you? Come on! What do you think
         this is -- some village street?
         You've got to move quickly.
He turns to Max.
                       RAM
         You see, it takes a gift.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                       36.
CONTINUED:
                       MAX
         I say he can do it. I'll bet you
         the fare he can do it.
                (play by play)
         What do you think, rickshaw fans,
         can he do it?
The crowd isn't in for fun. Hasari strains forward.
The rickshaw moves with him. Ram moves alongside,
shouting instructions and oaths. A cop comes on the run,
screaming at Hasai... which makes Ram importune more
strongly and Max joke more vociferously.
Even under this incredible pressue, Hasari gains
confidence and begins to move quicker, earning shouts
of approval from Max and Ram, who now has trouble
keeping up as they make their way through the maelstrom,
an avalanche of oaths following them.

INT. GODFATHER'S HOUSE - DAY
At first all we see are feet on a marble floor. The
Goonda's in his running shoes, then Ram and Hasari's
bare feet.
This is the partitioned splendor of an old house
sprinkled with the relics of a grand colonial past.
Everything is baroque, rotting and somehow impressive.
Hasari has never been anywhere like this, and is caught
between curiosity and fear of breathing.

INT. "THRONE ROOM"
The three men enter a large room shuttered from the sun-
light -- dusty and packed with a ramshackle assortment
of furniture. Two fat blue titmice perch in a cage next
to ambitious plaster portrait of Napolean.
Sitting behind a desk is Ashoka, leaning over a mirror,
squeezing a balky pimple.
Near a large window, his 60-year-old father, GHATAK, in
a European jacket and dhoti, works with intense concen-
tration at repairing a pair of broken glasses with a
twist of fine wire.
The three new arrivals stand silent and respectful
before the desk. At last, without raising his head...
                       ASHOKA
         Not a tongue between you then?
                                          (CONTINUED)

                                                    37.
CONTINUED:
                       RAM
         Yes, yes, I am wondering, sir,
         we are, is it possible you might
         have something for my friend?
Ram indicates Hasari, as if there might be some question
to whom he's referring. Ashoka attacks the pimple.
                       RAM
         Let me explain it for your ears,
         sir. My cousin from Bihar has
         just arrived in our city --
                       GOONDA
         They've brought a small present
         -- of respect.
The Goonda places a small bundle of rupees on the desk.
Ashoka allows himself a disinterested glance at
Hasari.
                       ASHOKA
         So, you want to be a human horse?
                       RAM
         Oh yes! I have personally witnessed
         his excellence -- yes.
                       ASHOKA
         He doesn't talk? Can he neigh at
         least?
                (to Hasari)
         You -- do your ears function?
                         HASARI
         Oh yes, Babu.    Can I... uhm...?

                        ASHOKA
         Neigh!   Like a horse.
Ashoka pulls back his lips, shows his teeth and imitates
a neigh: "Ne-igh! Ne-igh!"
                       HASARI
         Well, yes, Babu, I can do that.
         Would you like me to imitate a
         horse?
Finished with the pimple, Ashoka wipes a finger on his
shirt and takes a helping off a plate of sweetcakes
as...

                                                      38.
ANOTHER ANGLE
Behind him, The Godfather walks up to the desk, putting
his glasses on. He barely glances at his son, but
waves him out of the chair.
Ashoka doesn't like it, but he steps aside. As he does,
he turns a look of hatred on Hasari. Through no fault of
his own, Hasari has made an enemy. Ghatak chews on a pan
and casts a benevolent eye on Hasari.
                       GHATAK
         Lift your longhi.
Hasari does.    The Godfather looks at his legs and thighs.
                       GHATAK
         The wise men of our nation say that
         nirvana is the attainment of a
         state of supreme detachment. For
         me, nirvana is counting each
         evening, one by one, the rupees
         earned by my two thousand and
         forty-six rickshaws.
Hasari doesn't know whether to respond. A glance at
Ram tells him not to. Ghatak gestures for Hasari to
lower his longhi.
                       GHATAK
         You are with family?
                       HASARI
         I have a wife and three children,
         Babu.
                       GHATAK
         And they must eat, heh. The
         world is full of open mouths.
He chews on this a moment, then opens a drawer... and
holds a small, tinkling rickshaw bell toward Hasari.
Hasari understands that, incredibly, he has a job. His
breath is so shallow, he can barely utter his gratitude.
He takes the bell.
                       HASARI
         I shall be eternally grateful to
         you. From now on, I shall be as
         the youngest of your brothers.
                       GHATAK
         Stay loyal. These days, it's a
         crop nobody plants.
The Godfather turns his beatific and Godlike smile on
Hasari Pal.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                     39.
EXT. MATTRESS SIGN - DAY (EARLY EVENING)
Transitor MUSIC. The Pals load the rickshaw that stands
at the road with Ram in it. There are embraces with the
bruised Arun and his family.

EXT. SQUARE - NIGHT (EARLY EVENING)
We hear the BELL TINKLING as the rickshaw, pulled by
Hasari, carrying Ram and Aloka (holding Shambu) arrives
(Amrita and Manooj trotting beside their father). Surya,
Selima, other neighbors greet them as they come. The
Pals glance into the school at Joan, who's teaching
an evening class.


WITH PALS
Reverentially, they follow Ram inside as Joan watches.

INT. RAM'S HUT - NIGHT
A door opens. Moonlight. Faces peer through the door.
Ram lights an oil lamp. In the glow, the family looks
around their tiny space. Hardly able to suppress smiles.
                          HASARI
            Someone has blessed us. A job, a
            roof, a school. Soon I'll be able
            to send money home...
                   (looking at Amrita)
            ... and put away a little bit for
            your dowry.
In their excitement, the boys run.


OUTSIDE
and up to the roof, under the stars.   We LOOK UP WITH
them and:
                                           DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. GREEN ACRES - ON SKY - NIGHT
PAN DOWN TO Max on his balcony playing his trumpet as we
continue to
                                           DISSOLVE TO BLACK.

                                                      40.
FADE IN:
EXT. SQUARE AND STREET (CITY OF JOY) - DAY
About twenty tattered street kids faces shining with en-
joyment. They run and shout as they pursue something
just out of frame.

WIDE SHOT
The cause of the excitement is Hasari running TOWARD us,
feet flying, as he pulls the rickshaw, loaded with a huge
sack. Manooj and Shambu are clinging to the sides of the
machine.
Ram stands   in the center of the square. He shouts a
command and   Hasari struggles to bring the rickshaw to a
stop. It's    not easy and Sunil -- who's arriving -- has to
jump out of   the way to the accompaniment of apologies from
Hasari and   Ram and hoots of laughter from the children.
Outside the clinic, a line of perhaps seventy-five wait
patiently, watching as Hasari takes off again. The wheels
of the rickshaw hit a rut. Hasari loses control, the sack
tips back and Hasari is lifted into the air, feet kicking
as he tries to regain his balance. Aloka and Amrita,
sitting near the bawling Ram, can't hold back their
laughter.

EXT. SQUARE - HIGH ANGLE - DAY
The square is set with obstacles. As Ram shouts instruc-
tion, we see Hasari negotiate them with much increased
skill. He stops in front of a small group. It's his
family, plus Joan and Surya. With an exhausted smile, he
signs to Aloka and Amrita to get in. They do, and Hasari
takes them triumphantly around the circuit.

HIGH ANGLE
Hasari's triumphant ride continues and we:
                                             DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. PARK STREET - DAY
Hasari rubs the moonstone in his ring on the shafts, then
touches his heart and his forehead. A SCHOOL GIRL in
uniform, approaches the rickshaw stand. We also see
several other pullers, Rassoul, Chomotkar, Ramatullah.
                          SCHOOL GIRL
            Rickshaw wallah!
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                     41.
CONTINUED:
                       RAM
         Let Hasari go!
The line of rickshaw pullers  turns to Hasari. The other
pullers wish him well as he  comes forward. His heart
pounds; ever so politely, he  helps the School Girl into
his carriage. She gives him   the address of the St. Pius
School.
                       HASARI
         I'm sorry, I don't know where that
         is. You're my very first passenger.
                        SCHOOL GIRL
         Really.   Well, I hope I bring you
         luck.
She gives him a sweet smile.
                       SCHOOL GIRL
         That way, and then to the right.
His moment has arrived. He looks at Ram... and thrusts
his hips forward, setting off into the insanity of the
traffic, eyes flicking left and right. A HORN RAILS at
him and a taxi tries to run him down, calling and laugh-
ing as Hasari jumps in terror.
                       RAM
                (calling)
         Feed the police!
Other pullers laugh,  call after Hasari... and as he
approaches the first  corner, he manages to pull out a
rupee and deposit it  into the hand of the impassive
traffic policeman and  then turn right.


EXT. ST. PIUS - DAY
The School Girl hands him a slip of paper.
                       SCHOOL GIRL
         This is my home address. Pick me
         up promptly at seven each morning.
                       HASARI
         Yes, thank you, you can depend on
         me.
The girl runs into the school  yard, met immediately by
friends. Hasari looks around   at the clean, bustling
school, at all the children in  their crisp uniforms and
a look of great yearning comes  over his face.

                                                       42.
INT. SMALL RESTAURANT - DAY
Max is trying to explain to the waiter what he wants.
                       MAX
         Beef. You know -- cow? Minced,
         little salt, pepper, slap it flat
         like this, throw it on the grill,
         flip it.
Now, though, he just glimpses the shiny gas tank and
engine of a motorcycle around the hip of the waiter.
He leans out.

ANOTHER ANGLE

Ashoka, astride his motorcycle, GUNNING the ENGINE as a
boy runs out of a store with an armload of cassettes.

WITH MAX AND WAITER
                       MAX
         Put it on the grill, I'll be right
         back.

WITH ASHOKA
He pulls the boy's ear, REVS the ENGINE to go... and
senses someone close. He turns to find an American
hovering at his shoulder.
                       MAX
         You know, I have to say you
         really don't look Jewish. I
         believe that's mine.

He reaches for the necklace with the Hebrew letter.
Ashoka recognizes Max. Looks around for help. There is
none.
                       ASHOKA
         Don't touch me. No one touches me.
                       MAX
         Really?
Max grabs Ashoka... who breaks free, and GUNS the CYCLE
down a side street. Max gives chase, his aching ribs
slowing him a bit.

                                                        43.
SEVERAL CUTS
Ashoka, glancing back, begins to open up some distance.
Yet, Max hangs tough, weaving like a broken field runner
through the mass of bodies and vehicles. Now, suddenly,
he loses Ashoka. He has to make a choice about this
corner or that one. He chooses.

EXT. CITY OF JOY - AROUND CORNER - DAY (EARLY EVENING)
A COP steps into his path.   He sees Ashoka up ahead.    He's
hopelessly out of breath.
                       MAX
         Oh... great... good...good timing
         ...him!

He can't talk and breathe. He points desperately. The
Cop glances where Max points, but he makes no move to
give chase.
                       COP
         May I see your passport?
                       MAX
         Passport? I'm in the middle of a
         high speed chase. That guy --
                       COP
         Passport please.
A crowd has begun to form. In the distance, we see a
group of girls carrying cricket equipment COMING AT us.
                       MAX
         It's in my hotel room.

                       COP
         Passport, please, now.
                       MAX
         Ready my lips: I do not have my
         passport with me at this...
                (he gets it)
         Ah, I see, said the blind man.
The Cop obviously is doing this at Ashoka's behest. Max
starts around the Cop. The Cop, however, sticks his club
in Max's face; there's fire in Max's eyes... but a hand
takes the Cop's stick before Max can make a big mistake.

                                                       44.
ANOTHER ANGLE - FAVORING OWNER OF HAND
The girls with the cricket equipment (and Margareta,
the teacher). The hand belongs to Joan Bethel.
                       JOAN
         Well, all right, junior, so you'll
         owe me three.

EXT. POST OFFICE - DAY
A scribe finishes writing a note home for Hasari.   The
scribe hands it to Hasari.

INSERT - NOTE AND MONEY ORDER

"We are well. Manooj does not go in the cinema. I am
earning my living as a rickshaw wallah. It is my
honor to send you this."

RESUME
With great pride, Hasari pays the scribe, seals the money
order with the message in an envelope, licks the flap,
and puts the envelope into the mail slot.

EXT. SQUARE (CITY OF JOY) - TEA SHOP - DAY (DUSK)
Surya plays his zither. Max and Joan sit at a table. Max
pops little boiled candies into his mouth from a dish on
the table.
                       JOAN
         Oh, it was just a whim in the
         beginning really -- to try to
         convince them not to be so bloody
         passive, that they could pull
         themselves up on their own. I
         get a little money from a Swiss
         organization. Now it's become a
         bit more than I can manage.
                       MAX
         It's got to be like trying to
         drill a hole in water, though.
                       JOAN
         We just need a few more hands on
         this little life raft we've set
         afloat here.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                     45.
CONTINUED:
They stare at each other. Shambu has become one of
Surya's tea boys and refills their tea.
                       JOAN
         You know what I've come to think
         in my middle age, Max?
                       MAX
         Nope, no, earthly idea. You're
         pretty much outta my league,
         thought-wise.
                       JOAN
         There are really only three
         actions open to a person.

                       MAX
         Only three -- okay.   And what are
         they?
                       JOAN
         To run, to spectate, to commit.
Max peers at her a moment, then around the square.
                       MAX
         Has it occurred to you that this
         obsession with charity is really a
         flaw in your character?
                       JOAN
         Charity! It's not charity, dear
         child, it's love. You're very
         badly twisted around, aren't you?
                       MAX
         One of us sure as hell is.
The clinic's part-time doctor, SUNIL DASGUPTA, comes out
of the clinic after a very long day.
                       SUNIL
         I'm off for home, Sister Joan. A
         pleasure to meet you, Dr. Loeb.
                       MAX
         The same.
                       SUNIL
         See you day after tomorrow.
                       JOAN
         Good night, God bless, Doctor.
                (a beat)
         Generous young man.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                              46.
      CONTINUED:
      As he watches Sunil head away, Max senses something com-
      ing at him from the side. A soccer ball almost hits him;
      he jumps up, handles the ball athletically.

      SQUARE
      He begins to play with Manooj and several other children.
      Shambu leaves his post in the tea shop to join them.
                              MANOOJ
                Are you the American doctor?    Are
                you coming here to help us.
                              MAX
                No, I'm the visiting American
                soccer star, El Max.
                              MANOOJ
                Do you go to the cinema in
                America, El Max?
                              MAX
                When I was your age -- two movies,
                plus cartoons every Saturday.
      Aloka and Amrita are cooking on an open fire bucket. Max
      almost knocks the fire over. Aloka looks at him, apolo-
      getic, shy... as Manooj knocks Shambu down at Max's feet.
      Max scoops the little boy up...
                              MAX
                There you go, little guy.    Ut --
                what's this?
      Reaching behind Shambu's ear, Max produces a boiled sweet.
      Aloka watches this with a smile; their eyes touch again...
      as Manooj lets out a cry at the sight of their father.

      ANOTHER ANGLE
      Ram and Hasari return home. Hasari can hardly walk.
      Shambu runs to his father, explaining excitedly...
                              SHAMBU
                Daddy, there is the doctor from
                America. He saw two movies every
                Saturday. What's in your fist?
                Open, Daddy!
Shambu pries his father's fist open:   seeds.
                                                     (CONTINUED)

                                                     47.
CONTINUED:
                         SHAMBU
         Seeds?   Why?
                       HASARI
         So we can watch something grow.

EXT. RAM'S HUNT NIGHT - UPSTAIRS
Children leaning down as smoke wafts up. We FOLLOW the
smoke DOWN TO Max's cigar. Aloka and Amrita laying the
food out. Shambu rubbing his father's aching legs as
Hasari and Manooj plant the seeds in Hasari's little tea
caddy full of earth from home. Max is watching this
"family" huddled around the father.

                       RAM
         Another few months, I'll be able
         to pay off the moneylender in my
         village and go home and open a
         grocery shop. All around me sacks
         overflowing with all kinds of dal
         and rice, aromatic spices, piles
         of vegetables... and at night, I'll
         lie on my back beneath the trees
         sniffing fresh aubergines.
This beautiful picture burrows into Hasari's mind.   For
a moment, he goes there -- home, to the village...
                       RAM
         If my wife will let me come within
         a hundred miles of the place where
         she herself resides.
Ram laughs, Hasari smiles...

                       HASARI
         Amrita, I saw a beautiful wedding
         sari today.
Amrita is terribly embarrassed.
                       RAM
         It was six hundred rupees only.
He laughs at the impossibility of the price.
                       MAX
         That's only 40 dollars, isn't it?
                       HASARI
         If you have it.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                      48.
CONTINUED:
                       MAX
         I'll send it to you from America
         when I get home tomorrow.
                       HASARI
         That's very generous but no,
         thank you.
                       MAX
         Repayment for punching you in the
         nose.
                       HASARI
         You have repaid me by sharing our
         supper.

Joan indicates that Max should let it go.    Hasari ever
so carefully waters the tea box.
                       RAM
         Doctor Big Brother, I myself would
         be willing to accept a gift. Could
         you give me five rupees in a note --
         ten, perhaps. My ankle is badly
         swelled; the higher the number the
         more the swelling sinks.
Max has to laugh.
                       MAX
         I don't have a cent on me.   I'll
         owe you.
                       RAM
         How much?

Now everyone's attentions is taken by a CRY from Shambu,
who expels his breath, his terrified eyes directing our
attention to...

ANOTHER ANGLE
It's an amazing sight. Two lepers: ANOUAR, bearded with
a sharp intelligent, unmarked face, makes his way along
on a small wheeled board, at an amazingly fast pace,
ahead of SAID, a huge, mute leper. They stop some feet
away. Lepers aren't often welcome. Out from behind Said
steps Poomina.
                       POOMINA
         Joan Di, my sister!
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                     49.
CONTINUED:
She sees Max, gasps, throws herself behind Said. Joan
looks at Max -- he starts to speak, she points a finger
that silences him...
                       JOAN
         It was Poomina who brought you to
         us. She has herself and her
         sister to support. It's all right,
         Poomina. Anouar, what is it?
She moves to them.   They're all three badly out of breath.

WITH JOAN AND LEPERS

                       ANOUAR
         It's Meeta! It's her time. But
         something is wrong. The midwives
         don't know what to do! Dr. Sunil,
         could he help, perhaps?
                       JOAN
         Dr. Sunil isn't here.
                       POOMINA
         Meeta will die.

ANOTHER ANGLE
Joan turns to Max, who hasn't heard the exchange.
                       JOAN
         Max, I wouldn't ask, but it's an
         emergency. A pregnancy gone awry.
         It's a leper. Could you have a
         look?
Max is clearly thrown by the sight of the lepers.
                       MAX
         I don't have any experience with
         leprosy.
                       JOAN
         Good Christ, son, because she's
         a leper doesn't mean she's not
         built like a woman!
                       HASARI
         I can run and get Dr. Sunil.
                         JOAN
         It's too far.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                     50.
CONTINUED:
Suddenly, impulsively...
                         ALOKA
         I could help.    I've had three
         babies.
                       RAM
         You can't do that. They're
         outcasts, they're unclean.
There are murmurs of assent from the others.
                         JOAN
         Oh nonsense!    It's not contagious!

A beat -- everyone fixed on Max.
                       HASARI
         You're a doctor, how can you not
         help?

EXT. PATH-NIGHT
The moon reflects off the dark puddles of muddy water
that line the side of the railway tracks. Anouar
propels his board with astonishing agility along the
path, Said and Poomina running with him. Max, Joan,
carrying a first aid bag, Aloka and Hasari following,
slipping and sliding on the rough ground with its
puddles and sewage.

EXT. RAILWAY LINE - LEPER HUTS - NIGHT
The little procession arrives outside the three rough
huts, made of bamboo, plastic sheeting, cloth, wood
and cardboard. A few shadows materialize. Lepers --
staring silently.
Anouar points into a hut. Joan and Aloka precede Max
inside. Max forgets to bend and bumps his head.

INT. HUT - NIGHT
The only light is the feeble waver from a candle. The
blind Meeta lies on a rough mattress on the ground. Her
ragged sari is pulled up to her middle. Her face runs
with sweat, her hair is plastered to her face. A girl
with black eyes is fanning her with a piece of wood.
Meeta sends up a SOFT, uninterrupted MOAN. A wedge of
blood-soaked cloth is between her legs.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                       51.
CONTINUED:
A middle-age leper is leaning over her -- a midwife,
encouraging Meeta with a string of commands in their
own language.
Max kneels, Aloka at his side.   His breathing becomes
shallow... but then he pulls off  the blood-soaked
bandages. Between Meeta's legs   he can just make out
the bottom of a foot. The child   is breached. Maybe
already dead.
                         ALOKA
         Will she die?
Max goes into reflex actions. Joan has opened the first
aid kit. There's a flashlight among the medicine,
alcohol, compresses, scissors, etc. He hands the flash-
light to Aloka as...
                       MAX
                (to Joan)
         Pull me two c.c.'s of Coramine.
He nods at Aloka; she illuminates the scene.
                       MAX
         Uh-oh, uh-oh, who's this coming'
         down the lane? Why it's -- is it
         possible -- way over here, in
         India -- yes, it's Mr. Choke.
He comes to a stop. Everyone stares at him. Meeta
moans. For a moment, he stays frozen. Aloka reaches
out instinctively, wipes the sweat from his eyes. This
gesture seems to free him; he looks at her, looks at the
room and its expectant, trusting faces...

                       MAX
         I'm going to have to turn it --
         the baby. Tell her she has to
         relax these muscles as much as
         she can.
He doesn't finish the sentence. Aloka speaks softly to
Meeta as Max takes Meeta's arm, makes a tourniquet.
Joan hands him the syringe and he injects. Hands the
syringe back to Joan and begins to work at turning the
baby.
Aloka takes Meeta's hand and it's a moment before we
realize Aloka, with her fine hand, is holding Meeta's
fingerless palm.

                                                       52.
OUTSIDE
A small group waits, trying to determine from the sounds
what's happening inside. Anouar pours tea from a pot on
the small fire, offers the cup to Hasari. Hasari stares
at the cup, doesn't want to be impolite, but more than
that, doesn't want to touch the cup. He shakes his head,
smiles. Anouar drinks off the tea.

INSIDE
Sweat pours down Max's face into his eyes. He shakes it
out. Aloka leans forward and, with her new sari, wipes
the sweat away again. Max nods thanks.
                        MAX
          Tell her again to breathe in short
          little bursts now.
He demonstrates. Aloka does the same to Meeta. Meeta
tries to cooperate. And suddenly Max has the baby
turned.
                         MAX
          All right!   Now, tell her to push.
Aloka translates. Meeta pushes.      The midwife, the little
girl, Aloka lean forward.
                          MAX
          Again.   Yes!   Again.   It's coming.

OUTSIDE
No one is sitting now. Everyone hangs close to the
door. Only Hasari remains apart, seated on a tree stump
in the middle of the quad. He coughs; suppresses it.

INSIDE
                        MAX
          I've got the head. Come on,
          little baby, come on, little
          baby. Be alive, be alive, be
          alive.
Aloka wipes the sweat away again. He looks at her, his
voice squeezed out through his teeth.
                        MAX
          We've got it, we've got it.     Yeah!
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                     53.
CONTINUED:
He seems as released as Meeta. Then he gives a last
gentle tug and a CRY squeezes out of the little piece of
life in his hands. Max is fairly overwhelmed by the life
in his hands. Poomina steps close, a smile on her lovely
face, and touches the baby in Max's hands.

EXT. LANE - NIGHT
Max, Joan, Aloka and Hasari walk in silence down Nizamudhin
Lane. There is only the mingled  sound of COUGHING,
MOANING, and a TRANSISTOR RADIO nearby playing a popular
song. Outside the clinic, they  stop. She takes his hand.
                       JOAN
         For a non-practicing doctor, that
         was pretty practiced.
                       MAX
         Never been so scared in my life.
It's a warm, open moment between them.   But now there's
the ongoing desperation of her needs.
                       JOAN
         Max, please, won't you change your
         mind? We desperately need another
         doctor. Full-time. Think about
         it -- just give us a couple of
         months.
                       MAX
         Can't do it. Maybe you've got it
         in you to be a saint. I just
         don't.

                       JOAN
         Then what do you want? What are
         you going to be when you grow up?
         Good night, Aloka, Hasari.
Joan goes inside, leaving Max, Aloka, and a very uncom-
fortable Hasari alone a moment.
                       ALOKA
         Thank you for allowing me to go
         with you.
                       MAX
         You could make a helluva nurse.
A little smile comes over her face; no one's ever paid
her that kind of compliment. She goes into Ram's hut,
leaving Max and Hasari now.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                     54.
CONTINUED:
                         HASARI
           I think perhaps you are a good
           man.
Hasari brings his hands together and goes inside.

EXT./INT. JOAN'S AND THE PAL'S (ALTERNATE) - NIGHT
Max hears Joan praying inside.
                         JOAN (O.S.)
           Jesus, my brother, you who I am
           trying to believe are the light
           and salvation of the puking world
           ...
THE PALS
Aloka sits huddled with her husband while their children
sleep; they listen...
                         JOAN (O.S.)
           Please see that we are living in
           madness and darkness here...
MAX
listens.
                         JOAN (O.S.)
           ... and we need help. Om, Jesus,
           om and amen.
Suddenly, he hurtles into motion. He runs down the alley,
his stride stretching out, swallowing up the distance
between here and the world beyond the City of Joy in
great gulps.

EXT. CALCUTTA AIRPORT - ESTABLISHING - DAY
A busy, urban airport as opposed to the small country
airport in which we saw Max earlier. V.O. we hear...
                         BETSY (V.O.)
           Yes, yes, yes, that's right, yes!
           I turned in your ticket!

                                                      55.
INT. AIRPORT - DAY
It's a small place; it's sweltering, and it's packed
with hundreds of families shoulder to shoulder. Though
Betsy's trying to be discreet, it's not a very private
place, as we see by the number of people watching Max
and Betsy.
                       BETSY
         I bought it, I got a refund!
                       MAX
         But I want to go home with you.
                       BETSY
         You want to go home with me?

                       MAX
         Yes.
                       BETSY
         Then prove it.
                       MAX
         Good -- how -- name it.
                       BETSY
         Buy yourself a ticket.
                       MAX
         I would love to do    that, Betsy
         Ilene, boy would I    love to do
         just that, but I'm    financially
         embarrassed at the    --
                       BETSY
         Use your credit cards.

                       MAX
         What credit cards? You know I
         maxed them before we left. Just
         lend me --
                      BETSY
         No! You won't pay me back; you
         never have. Oh, Max!
                       MAX
         They're calling our flight. I
         want to go home with you, Betsy
         Ilene Kahn. Because I have a
         vision. It's...
He's trying to woo and charm her.    He mimes a kind of
house shape.

                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                     56.
CONTINUED:
                       MAX
         I see you and me, Betsy Ilene
         Kahn, nibbling toward each other
         through a quarter pounder with
         cheese, chugalugging a frosty
         light beer -- great taste! Less
         filling! Bowling! I want to go
         bowling, Besty Ilene Kahn!
He fires a strike through the watching crowd.
                       MAX
         I want... Oh, my Lord Amighty, I
         want so many American things --

                       BETSY
         Oh, stop it! You have no earthly
         idea what you want, Max! And
         stop calling me Betsy Ilene Kahn.
                       MAX
         Isn't that your name?
                       BETSY
         You call me Betsy Ilene Kahn like
         you just met me yesterday.
                       MAX
         What should I call you?   My girl,
         my significant other --
                       BETSY
         Don't get cute! You get cute and
         I swear to God --- you told me once
         I look like my mother!

                       MAX
         You do -- so what?
                       BETSY
         See -- you don't understand!
                       MAX
         How could I possibly not
         understand a conversation as easy
         as this one, Betsy Ilene.
                        BETSY
         I hate you!
                        MAX
         Na ya don't.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                       57.
CONTINUED:
                       BETSY
         I stood by you for three years!
                       MAX
         I know.
                       BETSY
         I supported you through your
         internship!
                       MAX
         You did.
                       BETSY
         Why? It was never working. What
         have I been thinking all these
         years -- that you'd change?
         You're the most self-pitying,
         self-destructive, self...
She can't find anything fierce enough, so she abates,
tries to get it together to make a dignified exit.
                       BETSY
         But you've taught me something,
         Max. You never finish anything.
         Well, I quit. I've found my
         light and I'm free of you.
She heads for the gate, people parting to give her a
wide berth.

MOVING SHOT - TOWARD THE GATE
                       MAX
         Will you at least call my mother
         and ask her to empty my savings
         account and wire --
                       BETSY
         Do it yourself, Max. Call her
         collect. You should have called
         her weeks ago anyway just because
         she's your mother!
                (to herself)
         White light, white light...!
She hands her ticket and boarding pass over and she's
through the gate. Max turns to find the audience fixed
on him.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                       58.
CONTINUED:
                       MAX
         Guerilla theater, folks. 'All the
         world's a stage.'  Don't know if
         that word reached you here yet.
         If you'd care to show your
         appreciation by a small donation...
Many smiles... and several instant offers of rupees.      A
beat, then...
                       MAX
         Aw, what the hell.
... Swallowing his incredible embarrassment, Max takes
the money.


EXT. SQUARE - DAY (EARLY MORNING)
The line is long. At this moment, Joan is checking a
child's throat with a tongue-depressor. Aloka is walking
beside her with a fistful of depressors and a bag for
disposal. Hasari and Ram are getting ready to leave.
Anouar appears at Joan's waist.
                       ANOUAR
         Good morning, Joan Di. Dr. Loeb
         said many of us could be helped;
         that all it would take is money
         for medication.
Anouar hands Joan some newspaper in which something is
wrapped. Joan opens the paper. Inside is a good deal of
money.
                       ANOUAR
         Please buy the medication for us.
         If we cannot come here to receive
         it, perhaps Dr. Loeb would come
         to us.
                       JOAN
         I'll be happy to buy the medication,
         but Dr. Loeb is not part of this
         endeavor, Anouar; there is only his
         cherished memory.
                       ANOUAR
         Then perhaps I am having visions.
Anouar's focus is up the lane.   Joan follows his focus
to:

                                                        59.
THEIR POV
Max approaches. A buzz    about Max's heroics; hands coming
together. Max raises a    hand in benediction, makes the
sign of the cross. Max    claps Hasari on the shoulder;
Hasari brings his hands   together and gives Max a
genuinely pleased smile.    Children circle and touch him,
Manooj and Shambu among   them.

BACK TO SCENE
                          MAX
            Good morning! Good morning!
            Heckuva morning! Getting ready
            to practice medicine without a
            license, Sister Joan? You don't
            see me soliciting conversions,
            do you?
                          JOAN
            Well, well, well, I do so love to
            be surprised.
                          MAX
            Okay, for starters, pick me out
            someone with something easy I can
            heal, make me look good.
                   (to Aloka)
            Aloka, you're my assistant, let's
            go.
Aloka smiles, she nods, she accepts.
                          JOAN
            Max, knock it off, give us a bit
            of hush.
                   (as he does)
            What happened?
                          MAX
            I changed my mind.
                          JOAN
            And I'm a bloody bathing beauty.
                          MAX
            Okay, so I got left.
                          JOAN
            Smart girl... So how long am I
            stuck with you?
                          MAX
            Two weeks -- or until Mom sends me
            a ticket.
                                               (CONTINUED)

                                                         60.
CONTINUED:
                         JOAN
           Not worth the aggravation of your
           prattle every day. Six months --
           and not a day less.
                         MAX
           No way. Six weeks -- and that's
           my best offer.
                         JOAN
           Two months -- and that's my final
           offer.
                          MAX
                   (a beat)
           Done.
                         JOAN
           Jesus and Mary. The Lone Ranger
           rides again.
And now smiles creep onto all their faces as Max goes
inside, followed by Joan... and then Aloka -- after she
looks at Hasari, gets his nod of encouragement. Too late,
Joan says...
                           JOAN
           Watch your --
Thud!
                         MAX
           Thanks -- got it.
The children titter. The teacher, Margareta, admonishes
them to pay attention and be polite... as we --

                                             FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
EXT. SCHOOL GIRL'S HOUSE - HASARI'S WHEELS - DAY (TWO
WEEKS LATER)
The wheels spinning furiously and then stopping abruptly.
Hasari, dripping with sweat, panting. The School Girl
comes running toward him. After her, in the b.g., her
MOTHER.
                         SCHOOL GIRL
           Hasari, where have you been? I've
           been waiting almost five minutes.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                       61.
CONTINUED:
                       HASARI
         I'm sorry, forgive me.   It won't
         happen again.
                       SCHOOL GIRL
         We're not going to school today.
         You're taking my mother and me to
         the Bara Bazar. I'm getting
         married!
                       HASARI
         Oh, I am so pleased for you!
Panting helplessly, Hasari smiles... as he helps the
School Girl's Mother into the rickshaw.

                       MOTHER
         Good morning, Hasari.
                       HASARI
         Good morning, missus.
Briskly, he takes up the shafts and sets off.
                       MOTHER
         Turn right at that corner, Hasari.
                       HASARI
         It's farther that way, missus.
                       MOTHER
         No, not really. Turn there,
         please.
Obediently, Hasari turns (as Ramatullah, heading the
other way, passes; they wave) and Hasari pulls AWAY FROM
us.

EXT. SECOND WEDDING SHOP - DAY
He helps them out of the rickshaw in front of an
expensive-looking bridal shop.
                       SCHOOL GIRL
         You must remember this shop,
         Hasari, when it's your daughter's
         time. This is the nicest in the
         city.
The Mother gives the School Girl a withering look and
hustles her into the shop. Hasari can just barely
hear...
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                       62.
CONTINUED:
                          MOTHER (O.S.)
            Don't say things like that. He's
            never going to be able to buy
            anything here.

ON HASARI
He watches from outside, a look of determination coming
over his face. Suddenly a pair of fingers takes hold of
his ear, twisting his face painfully.

ANOTHER ANGLE

Ashoka, with The Goonda and two henchmen, in the b.g.
                          ASHOKA
            Not working? How will my father
            eat this evening?
                            HASARI
            I was just...
                          ASHOKA
            You have a daughter?
                            HASARI
            Yes, Babu.
                          MARWARI (O.S.)
            Rickshaw wallah!
Called to work, Hasari starts for his rickshaw, but
Ashoka hangs on to his ear for another uncomfortable
moment... as he slips a rupee into Hasari's shirt pocket.

                          ASHOKA
            Keep working. Give this to Sister
            Joan and your friend the doctor
            when you go home.
Now he hands Hasari a sealed envelope and turns his ear
loose. Hasari springs toward his passenger.

INT. EXAMINING ROOM - DAY
Max with his stethoscope to Meeta's baby. Meeta in a
brightly-colored sari and a lot of bracelets and Aloka
looks on. Poomina clings to the wall.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                     63.
CONTINUED:
                       MAX
         He's just malnourished. Is she
         giving him the milk we gave her or
         selling it?
Aloka asks Meeta in Hindi. Meeta clearly swears she's
giving the baby the milk. Aloka pushes her.
                          ALOKA
         Not all.     Most.
                       MAX
         Tell her to give all the milk to
         the baby.

Aloka does so as Max bounces the baby, coos to it play-
fully. The baby pees all over him. Aloka translates
quickly. Meeta starts apologizing. Poomina can't help
laughing. Max reminds Meeta that that's once for each
of the two weeks of the baby's life. Aloka soothes Meeta
as she hustles her, Poomina, and the baby out, then
quickly begins to wipe Max's face with a clean rag. This
isn't something she's accustomed to doing, but she's
doing it before she has time to think. Max finds himself
conscious of her closeness to him... and then she becomes
suddenly self-conscious and she backs off, ducks her
head. He peeks up under.
                         MAX
         Psst.
She looks at him.
                         MAX
         It's okay.

He smiles.   So does she.

EXT. SQUARE - DAY (EARLY EVENING)
Sunil stands outside the clinic, rolling his sleeves
down. Anouar waits at a polite distance. Exhausted but
exhilarated, Max and Aloka emerge with an elderly woman
patient, Max singing Chuck Berry to the woman's embar-
rassed delight: "They're really rockin' in Boston, in
Philadelphia, P.A..." Sunil looks at his American
colleague, smiles a small smile.
                       SUNIL
         Good night, I'll see you day after
         tomorrow.
                       MAX
         Good night, Sunil.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                    64.
CONTINUED:
"... Deep in the heart of Texas, around the Frisco
Bay..." Manooj and Shambu come charging at Max with the
soccer ball, hoping to engage him as a playmate. Hasari
returns home with his rickshaw.
Selima waves at Max, indicates she's cooking dinner.
Joan wanders out of the school as the kids are released
and go charging through the square. Joan has the Pal
kids in hand.
                       SELIMA
         Very special supper for you
         tonight, Doctor Big Brother!   Will
         you stay?

                       MAX
         Wish I could, Selima,  because I'm
         sure hungry! Sixteen   hours of
         pestilence and misery  always make
         me famished. I have   to go with my
         man Anouar tonight.   I've got
         lepers to heal!
                       ANOUAR
         No, no, you know how patient we
         are. Eat, eat.
                       MAX
                (to Aloka)
         You're not tired, are you?
                       ALOKA
         Not if you're not.
Between Hasari and Aloka, there's just a flicker of
tension; evidently, this has become Max's (and her)
normal day. But he's also worried about the note from
Ashoka. Joan joins them with the Pal children.
                       JOAN
         Well, I think we've got three very
         good potential scholars here.
Behind the children's backs, she points at Manooj and
indicates the kid's really got a head.
                       JOAN
         Given him some time here, he'll
         be good enough for a proper school.
                       HASARI
         It's more than a father could hope.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                     65.
CONTINUED:
                       MAX
         Fifteen years from now: Miami,
         Florida, Dr. Manooj Pal, in
         association with Dr. Maxwell Loeb.
For a moment, Hasari is swept up in this little reverie,
then remembers reality.
                       HASARI
                (giving her the note)
         From the godfather's son. For you
         and the doctor.
Amidst instant concern, Joan opens the envelope.   Looks
at Max. We hear the sound of BANGLADESH MUSIC.


INT. GODFATHER'S "THRONE ROOM" - OLD RADIO - DAY
The MUSIC is of days gone by, playing on an old RADIO.
Sticks of burning incense send off trails of smoke. The
godfather, MR. GHATAK, Looking infirm, wipes a tear from
his eye.
                         GHATAK
         Acha!
Now we see   Max and Joan seated on cushions before the
godfather,   tea in hand. Max catches a glimpse in an
anteroom of   several thugs with several young girls, one
of whom is   Poomina. She catches a glimpse of Max as she
disappears   past a door. A moment later, her head peeks
around the   door frame. She brings her hands together.
                         ASHOKA (O.S.)
         You!

Poomina quickly disappears.   Max's attention is pulled
back to the godfather...
                       GHATAK
         I understand that you're interested
         in expanding your clinic and free
         school, and that you intend to
         start treating lepers in the City
         of Joy.
                       JOAN
         We'd like to better serve the
         entire community, Mr. Ghatak.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                    66.
CONTINUED:
                       GHATAK
         Of course. That's very good.
         Admirable. And we'd be pleased to
         rent you suitable space. But you
         must understand that certain
         payments will go up.
                       JOAN
         I understand the rent would have
         to go up if we rent larger
         quarters from you, Mr. Ghatak, but
         why should we have to pay more
         protection?
                       GHATAK
         More people, more potential
         trouble. Strangers. If I don't
         charge you, what will I tell
         others?
                       JOAN
         But we can't afford it!
                       GHATAK
         Surely if you can expand, you can
         pay more.
Joan throws up her hands -- how do you reason with this
man?
                       MAX
         Am I stupid, but isn't this
         protection money money we're
         paying you to protect us from you?
                       GHATAK
         We live in chaotic times, Miss
         Bethel, Doctor. I control the
         City of Joy and maintain it as a
         model of harmony. It's a miracle,
         but a very fragile miracle.
                       MAX
         And how are we threatening your
         miracle?
                       GHATAK
         I admire your courage in choosing
         to work in such a violent place,
         Miss Bethel.
                       (MORE)
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                    67.
CONTINUED:
                       GHATAK (CONT'D)
         Your neighbors in the City of Joy,
         they're not educated, they're
         given to violence, to meanness, I
         can promise you they won't like
         having lepers among them, but
         because they know you're under my
         protection...
He dispatches a globule of spit into the copper urn next
to his right toe... and tries to get to his feet. The
Goonda hurries forward to help him.
                       GHATAK
         Doctor, do you like our music?

                       MAX
         Well, I can't say I've developed a
         craving for it yet.
                       GHATAK
         It's difficult to appreciate what
         we don't understand, isn't it?
         Let me put it another way: The
         world is a terrible place. Only
         the ruthless prevail. My son will
         make the arrangements with you.
One of the thugs helps the godfather outside, where, in
the b.g., we see him listening to his music and pottering
in his garden. As Max and Joan turn, Max finds himself
face to face with Ashoka, who wears Max's necklace and
chai. There's a long pause as the two of them take the
other's measure.
                       MAX
                (to Ashoka)
         I like your taste in neckwear.
Joan puts a cautioning hand on Max's arm. Ashoka seems
just the slight bit uneasy dealing with Max and so keeps
trying to direct himself to Joan. He smokes a long
Indian cigarette.
                       ASHOKA
         The entire package we're proposing
         will cost you three thousand rupees
         a month.
Joan is taken aback by the sum.
                       JOAN
         If we pay you that, we won't have
         any money for supplies.
                                          (CONTINUED)

                                                    68.
CONTINUED:
                       ASHOKA
         I'm told you're very resourceful.
                       MAX
         I think I see a solution. May I?
         What if we were to work out a
         profit-sharing arrangement? We
         give you a share of our net profit.
                       ASHOKA
         How do you expect to make a profit
         off of lepers and the poor, Doctor?
                       MAX
         Beats the hell outta me, asshole.
         But you've obviously found a way.
The question would seem to be whether Ashoka will have
Max killed here or outside the house. His eyes on Max,
Ashoka puts the cigarette out against the back of his
hand... and smiles at Max.

EXT. GODFATHER'S HOUSE - DAY
Joan is furious.
                       JOAN
         Have you gone right off your
         rocker!? These people don't have
         a sense of humor. Are you trying
         to get yourself killed?
                       MAX
         I don't think so... but with me,
         any duplicity is possible.

He tickles her; she knocks his hands away; he tickles her
again.
                       JOAN
         Stop it, you... you... you nudnick!
He doesn't stop, and as she storms off down the street,
he stays right on her, tickling away.

INT. METAL PIECEWORK SHOP - DAY
It's dark and claustrophobic. The air vibrates with the
SQUEAL and CLATTER of METAL. About twenty kids sit in a
line, back to back, manipulating aseries of lethal and
unprotected lathes and polishers. No one can hear his
neighbor.

                                                     69.
ANOTHER ANGLE
Hasari, with Shambu in the rickshaw, arrives to take the
children home. As he looks inside, he notices...

HASARI'S POV
Not far from Amrita sits a handsome boy (Subash). He
catches Amrita's eyes. Amrita is sweetly embarrassed
to find her father staring at her.

ON HASARI
But he can't help but smile. At the same time he's re-
minded moment to moment of his various obligations.


EXT. SIDE STREET - DAY
The three kids in the rickshaw. An ambassador car
swerves in front of Hasari, forcing him to jam to a stop,
jolting the kids. The Goonda sits in the back seat with
Ashoka, who carves his fingernails with a switchblade
knife. He crooks a finger at Hasari. Hasari leans close
and Ashoka takes him by the ear.
                          ASHOKA
            Who gave you your rickshaw?
                          HASARI
            The Godfather.
                          ASHOKA
            Who provides the food you eat?
                          HASARI
            The Godfather.
                           ASHOKA
            Remember:   Loyalty.
He gives Hasari's ear a last tug... and the car continues
on, leaving Hasari. He looks at his children, ashamed
to have been cowed. Manooj fixes his father with a hard
look.

EXT. JOAN'S ROOM - KIDS - ABOVE - NIGHT
Leaning over, listening, taking in the aroma of...

                                                       70.
INT. JOAN'S ROOM
Max's cigar. He sits slightly apart from Joan, Sunil,
Aloka, Ram, Hasari, Selima, Margareta, Surya, SALADDIN,
ASHISH and Shanta, Aristotle John, MEHBOUB, Anouar, and
Said.
Hasari is stretched out, Aloka rubbing his screaming
legs. Throughout the following, their eyes meet and
deflect...
                       SALADDIN
         The Godfather is at least
         civilized. The son is vicious.
         Remember the last elections -- the
         Molotov coctails, the blows with
         iron bars. They'll throw us out.
         We won't be able to find anyone
         else to rent to us. We'll just
         have to agree to pay what he
         wants.
                       MEHBOUB
         Saladdin's right. Neither nature
         nor the people with the power
         have any conscience. We have to
         pay.
A sigh escapes Surya.   He shakes his head.    Eyes
flick at him.
                       ASHISH
         What do you say, Doctor Big
         Brother?
                       SUNIL
         I think we must try to break the
         Godfather's hold on us.

This is startling and is met with a babble of cautious
agreement and dispute.
                       SUNIL
         Please, hear me out. But I think
         we have to be very cautious.
                       MAX
         How the hell do you proceed with
         caution against these people?
         You can't. You have to risk
         everything.
                       (MORE)
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                    71.
CONTINUED:
                       MAX (CONT'D)
         You try to negotiate with these
         people, you make compromises with
         them, they'll eat you alive. Stand
         up against them now and they'll
         fold. I guarantee it. Underneath,
         they're cowards, they got no guts.
         We show them we're strong and
         the'll just move on to easier
         pickings.
                        ASHISH
         We?   You have an airplane ticket.
Still, he's clearly piqued a lot of support.

                       SUNIL
         You know, Max, this is not
         American gangster television.
                       SALADDIN
         Yes, if you're wrong, you don't
         have to be here.
                       MAX
         I'm not wrong. You bow your heads,
         you plead with your Gods to do
         what you won't do yourselves.
         You put up with this nightmare
         as if there were no choice. I'm
         telling you, if you don't stand
         up to that little pimple face
         now, he'll own you for the rest
         of your lives.
Everyone stares at him. Many of them want to buy his
commitment. There's another large sigh from Surya.
Aloka and Hasari's eyes bang off of each other, she
silently urging him to speak. He's deeply conflicted
and deeply frightened.
                       ANOUAR
         Even though I am invisible to some
         of you and I don't have a complete
         set of legs to stand on, I stand
         with the Doctor Big Brother. Maybe
         nature doesn't have a conscience
         or those with the power, but don't
         we?
Said, the giant mute, mades an unintelligible sound in
his throat, but clearly he's agreeing with Anouar.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                     72.
CONTINUED:
                       MARGARETA
         I agree with Anouar and Max Daddah.
         I think it's worth the chance.
Silence... until Aloka and Hasari's meet again and, out
of his terrible fear and conflict, he says very shyly...
                       HASARI
         Is it permitted to speak?
There are quick nods around the room.   With great difficulty,
Hasari says his piece.
                       HASARI
         I want my children to be educated
         and cared for; this is our home,
         we have never had such friends.
         But many of us owe a great debt
         to the Godfather. He is strong
         and could kill us... But we must
         choose. I trust my Big Brother.
         I say we must stand up.
There's still dissension, but somewhat more support.
Said makes a fierce, unintelligible supportive sound.
Surya sighs again. Eyes flick at the old man.
                       SUNIL
         Sister Joan, what do you think,
         really?
                       JOAN
         Well, I think Max has hit on the
         heart of what we're trying to build
         here: a self-help society. Each
         of us has to decide for himself.
         As for me, I suppose I think,
         really, that if the bastards are
         going to suck us dry, I'd like to
         get in a couple of good left-
         handers before I turn the other
         cheek.
                       SALLADIN
         But who will rent to us!
Surya clucks his tongue and shakes his head; everyone
assumes he is preparing a heated refutation of the
resisters. His sighs, though, have been a building
commitment.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                         73.
CONTINUED:
                       SURYA
         I have a property I will    rent you
         for two hundred rupees a    month,
         and not a rupee less. As     for
         protection... you are on    your own.
Many of the faces are uncertain -- Hasari's notable among
them.

MONTAGE - INT./EXT. COWSHEDS - DAY
A) Two cows are shooed out of the ramshackle building as
   bustling activity on the new clinic begins. Cleaning
   the place. Debris being torn out, hurled into a
   pile in the street.
B) Said, with the strength of three men, holds up a heavy
   beam while Hasari tries to secure it. Max, hot,
   smelly, and hating the place, stands in the middle of
   the room, wishing he were elsewhere. The beams starts
   to slip. Max leaps to Hasari's side.
C) We see    that Max and Hasari are thrown together again
   in some    carpentering task in uneasy camaraderie. A
   finger    pokes Max on the back. He turns to find
   Poomina    holding out two cups of tea.
D) The whole    group shares a meal, prepared under   the
   direction    of Selima, though the lepers remain   separate
   from the    normals. Anouar leads the lepers in    singing
   a song.     Joan and Margareta pick it up, as do   several
   other of    the normals.
E) Equipment from the old school/clinic being moved from
   the square down here.

F) Max and Aloka do one of those dances where two people
   with arms loaded try to go around each other. Finally
   he says he'll stand still and she should go around
   him. They both laugh. Hasari watches.
G) As Max puts medicine into a cabinet, Ram peeks in,
   nods his approval, "helpfully" passes Max something
   Max can reach just fine himself, shows Max an enormous
   hole in his shorts and hits Max for ten rupees.
H) A small truck carrying a charitable organization's
   logo on the side is being unloaded of powdered milk
   and various other things.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                       74.
CONTINUED:
I) UPSTAIRS AND STAIRWELL
  Hasari and Max    move the last cot upstairs and into
  place beside a    window that will come into play at the
  end (It looks    down on the street). Hasari nods to Max,
  indicating he    should look.
J) THEIR POV
  Everyone gathered as Shanta and Ashish put a banner
  above the door: "You are invited to the festival of
  this world and your life is blessed." The assemblage
  applauds and embraces.
K) UPSTAIRS

  Hasari smiles at Max, brings his hands together, but
  doesn't embrace the doctor.

EXT. CLINIC - NIGHT
Everyone lingers, adults and children. Max plays his
trumpet, accompanying Surya on his zither. Manooj
hovers over Max.
                       MANOOJ
         Doctor Big Brother, aren't you
         going to smoke your evening cigar?
Max points at his trumpet, continues playing.
                         MANOOJ
         Please.
Max indicates his pocket. Manooj takes out a cigar and a
clip. Clips the cigar, holds it out to Max, who indi-
cates Manooj should light it, and keeps playing. Manooj
looks at Hasari, who nods. Shambu holds a match to it.
Everyone watches as if this were a major event. Manooj
takes a puff, chokes, offers the cigar to Mehboub, who
takes it, puffs, passes it. Everyone relaxes, enjoys the
peacefulness of the smoking and the aroma wafting upward.
Ram taps at Max's elbow.
                       RAM
         It has come to me tonight to write
         a letter to my wife.
Ram produces a mangled one piece letter -- envelope.
                         RAM
         Please.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                      75.
CONTINUED:
He thrusts the paper at Max.   Max takes a pen from his
pocket.
                       MAX
         Okay -- shott.
                       RAM
         Yes -- what is the word -- that
         word -- when land is watered...
         with canals?
                         MAX
         "Irrigation"?
                       RAM
         Yes, yes, that word, I want that
         word in the letter.
Max looks at him, nods, waits.   Ram stares at Max; waits.
                         MAX
         Well?
                         RAM
         Well?
                       MAX
         What would you like to say to
         your wife?
                       RAM
         I don't know, Max Daddah. If I
         knew what to say to my wife, I'd
         never have left home.
Everybody laughs, though Ram's remark hits Max on a
deeper level. Manooj slides in beside him.
                       MANOOJ
         Why do you have to go home, Doctor
         Babu?
                       ALOKA
         Because he doesn't live here,
         Manooj. This is not his home.
A look between Max and Aloka; Hasari's eyes flicking at
both of them... as Aloka's eyes come to Hasari. The
cigar reaches Ram. As Max starts to write, Ram takes
a large puff and blows a huge ring out of his mouth. We
FOLLOW it.

                                                       76.
ABOVE
A whole row of faces on rooftops enjoying the cigar.
This as we:
                                           DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. GREEN ACRES - THROUGH RICKSHAW WHEELS - DAY
THROUGH the WHEELS we see Max come briskly out of the
hotel carrying his doctor's bag. He's met by the sight
of Hasari between the shafts of his rickshaw and Anouar
and Meeta perched on the seat.
                       MAX
         On no! Lepers! Lepers in my
         neighborhood!
                       ANOUAR
         Sshh! Doctor Big Brother,
         please, we are pretending not
         to be lepers.
                       MAX
         Oh, oh, I didn't get the concept
         -- of course, not lepers. I think
         you're going to fool a lot of
         people. I have only one question:
         Why are you here?
                       ANOUAR
         We've come to take you to the
         dispensary in grand style on this
         special day, haven't we, Hasari?
                       HASARI
         Yes.

                       MAX
         Na, I'll just trot alongside Hasari.
                       HASARI
         No, please, get in.
Max climbs into the rickshaw beside the two lepers and
Hasari pulls away.
                       ANOUAR
         Meeta's very excited by this ride
         through Calcutta. You see, she's
         never been sightseeing before.
Meeta, of course, is blind.   Max, Hasari, Anouar laugh.
                       MAX
         You're incorrigible, Anouar.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                       77.
CONTINUED:
                         ANOUAR
           Yes, yes, I know, thank you very
           much.
As the rickshaw disappears into the sea of people and
vehicles, we hear Anouar and Max LAUGHING.

EXT. SIDE STREET - DAY
Margareta, Manooj, Shambu, Shoba, several other kids and,
at the end of the line, Poomina, all carrying water on
their heads toward the City of Joy. Suddenly, someone
whispers to Poomina. One of Ashoka's thugs. She glances
after Margareta and the other kids who are turning a
corner and steps into:
ALLEYWAY
Where Ashoka waits.
                         ASHOKA
           You taking that to the clinic?
                  (as she nods)
           You like it there?
                  (as she nods)
           And they love your smile, don't
           they?
She's fearful now and doesn't respond. He grabs her,
the water pitcher crashes to the ground, he puts his
knife into her mouth and lays her face open on both side
with his knife.

EXT. CITY OF JOY - DAY

Aloka comes TOWARD us leading a group of lepers.     And
stops. Her hand goes to her mouth.

THEIR POV - CLINIC - FROM DISTANCE
Two hundred normal people lined up outside the gaily be-
decked dispensary -- many mothers with small children in
their arms. Shanta sees Aloka, gestures to indicate the
incredible turn-out. The normals at the end of the line
turn to look at the approaching LEPERS.
                         LEPER WOMAN
           It is too beautiful to believe.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                      78.
CONTINUED:
As if indeed she were right, their path is suddenly cut
off by the Goonda and a commando of thugs, armed with
sticks and iron bars, backed up by a group carrying
banners with slogans proclaiming in Hindi, Urdu, English:
"We Don't Want Lepers Here!" There's a sudden uneasy
silence. Behind the thugs a short distance is the
policeman who harassed Max earlier and another cop.
Joan hurries forward.
                       GOONDA
         Good morning, Sister to the poor.
                       JOAN
         Yes, Mr. Bhose?

                       GOONDA
         Those people aren't coming into
         this neighborhood.
                       JOAN
         They are going to be treated at
         the dispensary. You have no
         right to stop them.

ANOTHER ANGLE
Hasari arrives with Max, Anouar, and Meeta.
                       JOAN
         Go ahead, Aloka, take them inside.
The Goonda puts his hand on Aloka.   The policeman in the
b.g. keep their distance.
                       JOAN
         Take your hands off her, you
         waster!
Joan is seized by a sudden fury and grabs the Goonda.
He grabs her much harder. Said growls and pushes
forward. Several thugs turn, step in to neutralize him.
Joan elbows the Goonda and tires to westle free of him.
As a reflex he raises his hand. And as he does, it's
seized.

ANOTHER ANGLE
Max (with Hasari in the b.g., confused, conficted).   Max
slings the Goonda against the side of a truck.
                       GOONDA
         That was a mistake, Doctor.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                      79.
CONTINUED:
                       MAX
         The mistake's yours, putz.
                (to Aloka)
         Get these people inside.
Aloka starts forward, leading the lepers. She's stopped
by a sudden blow from the Goonda's stick across her
shoulders, knocking her to the ground, bleeding from the
neck.
Hasari bolts for his wife, gets caught up in the melee.
Max swings   around on the Goonda and for the first time we
realize how   strong he is, and that he knows how to box.
The Goonda   goes down and violence erupts. Anouar is
chopping at   the legs of one of the thugs working on Said.
The massive   Said tears free and starts to beat the crap
out of the   two thugs holding him.
The noise brings everyone out of the square, those lined
up at the clinic, the children from the school.
Sunil comes flying out of the clinic.
A stampede of those waiting outside the dispensary and
those normally in the crowded alley ensues. Shanta runs
inside for help. Shopkeepers barricade their shop
windows.
One of the thugs pours gasoline over Anouar and  lights a
match. Hasari kneels beside Aloka when he sees   the
match ignite the tiny leper. Without thinking,   Hasari
hurls himself on top of Anouar, rolling him in  the dirt
and against his own body to put out the flames.
Joan shouts, demanding the violence stop. She's hit
from behind; she decides talk isn't going to do it. She
grabs a piece of lumber and starts to fight.

ANGLE ON DISPENSARY
An EXPLOSION in the doorway, scattering anyone who remains
in the area of the dispensary doorway, badly wounding
Mehboub.
More people with sticks. Hasari goes down under    several
bodies. Max reaches Aloka, helps her up, sends    her toward
the clinic. He tears an attacker off of Hasari    and they
fight back to back a moment. A SECOND EXPLOSION    near
them... and through the smoke Max sees...

                                                      80.
ANOTHER ANGLE
Ashoka astride his motorcycle, behind his dark glasses,
with more thugs, these with Molotov cocktails and pick-
axes, ready to raze the clinic and school and the
surrounding neighborhood.
Sunil drags Mehboub inside.
People chant: "White Monkeys, go home! White Monkeys,
go home! No lepers here! No lepers here!" The thugs
cock their iron bars and bricks and Molotov cocktails.
Max picks up an iron bar of his own and starts for
Ashoka. Suddenly, there's a DETONATION followed by a
BLAST of air so fierce, Max is thrown to the ground.
A bottle of GASOLINE has EXPLODED just behind him. He's
enveloped in smoke.

An assailant bears down on Joan with a cutlass. As the
assailant is about to strike, Hasari seizes the attacker
and hurls him backward. Ashish steps in and slashes the
assailant with his own weapon, startling, even repelling
Hasari.
From all over   the lane, young fighters have come and joined
the fray, not   bothering to choose sides but merely enjoying
the release.    Hasari lunges for a woman under attack by a
boy, arriving   too late to stop the boy from plunging his
knife into the   woman's belly. Hasari fights his way to
the woman, but   she staggers into the mob.
Max knocks down one of the thugs only to have  another hand
grasp his shoulder. He turns, fist cocked to   find Poomina,
her hands holding her face together. Slowly,   she takes
hands away. The sides of her face have been   laid open.
Max sweeps her up in his arms, heads for the  clinic.
                       MAX
         Oh, little girl, little girl...
Joan is suddenly beside Ashoka.
                       JOAN
         We'll pay! All right then, so by
         all means, protect us!
Ashoka raises a hand,   The Goonda blows a whistle, and
the fighting stops as   suddenly as it began. The com-
batants are breathing   heavily. There is silence but for
the groans and cries   of the wounded and grieving.
                       ASHOKA
         In a world such as ours, everyone
         needs protection. For the fee we
         discussed, from this day forward,
         I can assure you nothing like this
         will happen again.
                                          (CONTINUED)

                                                       81.
CONTINUED:
A beat... Saladdin is at Joan's shoulder.     Ashoka points
a finger at Hasari.
                       ASHOKA
         You. I warned you about the
         company you keep.
He REVS his MOTORCYCLE and SCREECHES away, leaving Hasari
staring after him in his dust.

INT. COURTYARD - DAY
People peer in through every opening. Mehboub's chest is
bandaged. Sunil squeezes through the packed courtyard
and hallway, Ashish carrying a wounded woman behind him.
Hasari steps into a doorway, us WITH him.

INT. EXAMINING ROOM - MAX, ALOKA, POOMINA
Max, blood crusted on her face, sutures Poomina's awful
facial wound as Aloka prepares a compress.
                       ALOKA
         Will she... Her face, will it...
                       MAX
         If she's very careful and doesn't
         do anything to open the wound, the
         scarring will be minimal.
                (to Poomina)
         Do you understand? You can't...
         You have to stay here.
                (to Joan)
         You make her stay here.

                       JOAN
         I'll try.
                       MAX
         Don't goddamn try, Joan!   Goddamn
         do it!
Poomina peers through her pain at Max, his hands putting
her back together.
                       MAX
                (a litany)
         I hate this place, I hate this
         place, I hate this place.
Max looks at the doorway and he locks eyes with Hasari.
Max breaks the contact. Hasari stares at him as we hear
the godfather's MUSIC on the RADIO.

                                                          82.
EXT. GODFATHER'S COURTYARD - HAND AND PENCIL - DAY
A hand tap, tap, taps against a ledger.

COURTYARD
Ashoka sits behind a little table, picking absently at
his face. The Goonda is slouched near the table, smoking
a cigarette and fiddling with a thin switch. (It's dif-
ficult for him to show Ashoka the respect his inherited
position gives him.) The Goonda has a bruise under one
eye from his altercation in the City of Joy yesterday.
The air is filled with the MUFFLED SOUNDS OF the STREET.
FROM here, we can see the evermore enfeebled godfather
in his "throne room," wrapped in a cashmere, listening
to the radio. Ashoka looks up, stares impassively at
someone.
                            ASHOKA
            Well.    What have you got to say?

ANOTHER ANGLE
For the first time, we see who Ashoka's speaking to.
                          HASARI
            I told them that your father
            provides us with a great deal and
            that --
Ashoka slams his hand on the register.
                          ASHOKA
            From this minute, you   are off the
            list! You will leave    your rickshaw
            here... where it will   be reserved
            for a man who deserves   our trust.
He stands up.       Hasari is near tears.
                          HASARI
            Please, Babu, this is as if the
            ground has opened up. I have to
            speak to Mr. Ghatak!
Hasari starts for the house. The Goonda stops him and,
quickly, has Hasari on his knees, his arm twisted pain-
fully behind his back. Ashoka jumps at Hasari, grabs
his ear.
                          ASHOKA
            My father's ill! You are speaking
            to me!
                                                 (CONTINUED)

                                                       83.
CONTINUED:
                       HASARI
         I have a family!
                       ASHOKA
         The decision is made. I have made
         it. Now get out before I have Mr.
         Bhose break your legs.
He gives Hasari's ear a vicious twist and slams his head
against the table.

EXT. GODFATHER'S HOUSE - DAY
The side gate opens and Hasari is shoved   out. Stumbling,
he runs to the fence, peers through. Two    men are pulling
his rickshaw into the courtyard. Hasari    watches as a
steel shutter is pulled down, cutting his   livelihood from
sight.

ANGLE THROUGH BAR - HASARI
Numb, compromised, defeated.    Perhaps the low point of
his life.

INT. CLINIC - JOAN'S ROOM - "RAFT OF MEDUSA" - NIGHT
Flickering candlelight illuminates the "Raft of Medusa."
Max rails at Joan.
                       MAX
         I just don't... I don't want to...
         I don't want to care! I don't want
         to care this much! I just don't
         want to be invested in you people.
         In people! I became a goddamn
         doctor because my goddamn father
         wanted me to be a goddamn doctor
         because he was a goddamn doctor!
         He was the goddamn king of
         doctors! It's too goddamn hard!
Out of breath, out of words, Joan reaches out and takes
Max to her, brings him beside her on the cot. Beneath
the "Raft of Medusa," she sits with an arm around Max, as
if he were her son.
                       JOAN
         Not everyone's cut out for this.
         You did the best you could.
         Better than many. It's all right.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                     84.
CONTINUED:
                       MAX
         I didn't do the best I could! I
         did what I always do! I shot my
         big mouth off and did a half-assed
         job. And what I want to do now is
         I want to go back to America and
         make money and live a life without
         entanglements and demands and
         people hanging on me.
                       JOAN
                (a beat)
         You know, the fact is from the
         minute we're born we're
         shipwrecked. Some see that as a
         lifetime of drowning, of fear,
         others only to endure, but to
         triumph. It's all in the
         individual spirit, isn't it?
                       MAX
         Got it: To run, to spectate, to
         commit.
                (raises his hand)
         Running spectator.
                       JOAN
         Then, by all means, go home, Max,
         and go with my blessing and my
         eternal friendship.
The candlelight flickers against them as they sit side
by side. Neither speaks.

EXT. RAM'S HUT - TEA SHOP - NIGHT

At the tea shop, a group relive the day's events. The
children sleep. Aloka sits outside, worried about
Hasari.
Max comes out, meets Aloka's eyes and looks away.   She's
heard the conversation.
Hasari, drunk, comes down the slope.   Face to face with
Max.
                       HASARI
         They took away my rickshaw.
Aloka's hand flies to her mouth. Hasari peers at Max
with his drunken gaze. It's a terrible moment for Max,
but...
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                     85.
CONTINUED:
                       MAX
         So what do you want me to do about
         it -- get it back for you?
Max takes away a step.   Stops.
                       MAX
         I'm sorry. I'm going home.
         Because this isn't my fight. I
         got one person to look after --
         me.
Hasari stares at Max. On the roof, the children listen.
At the tea shop, the late-night talkers listen.

                       MAX
         All right, I'm running out,   okay?
         Because I'm a coward, this   is me,
         this is what I do, I get in   over
         my head, I let people down,   I run.
                       HASARI
         But I trusted you.
                       MAX
         Well, that was your goddamn
         mistake!
Max walks away, leaving Hasari desolate.   Aloka comes to
him.
                       HASARI
         I don't know how I'm going to pay
         the rent, how we're going to eat.
                       ALOKA
         We have what is saved for Amrita's
         dowry.
The thought of using the dowry is yet another awful blow
to Hasari's hopes.
                       HASARI
         The children must leave the
         school; they'll have to work. And
         you will not have anything to do
         with the clinic or those people
         anymore.
Ram joins them.
                       RAM
         What I earn is yours, too.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                      86.
CONTINUED:
                         HASARI
           You can't support all of us. You
           have a family in your village, too.
Hasari touches his friend and goes into:

INT. RAM'S HUT
Alone in his pain, he spots his tea caddy in which he
planted his seeds over a month ago. He bends over to
tenderly touch the growing shoot and water the earth.
He looks up and the three children are staring at him.
What will their father do now to keep them alive?


INT. BLOOD DISPENSARY - CLOSE ON HASARI'S ARM - DAY
The needle injected, Hasari's blood flowing into a
bottle.

ANOTHER ANGLE
Hasari seated on the stool, watching his blood leave his
body, his face again broken out in perspiration.

HIS POV - RAFIK
Waiting.

BACK TO SCENE - HASARI
His face immobile, his thoughts distant. The Attendant
starts to pull the needle out. Hasari stops his hand.
                         HASARI
           Take more.
The Attendant shakes his head.
                         HASARI
           Take more.
The Attendant looks at Rafik, who shrugs, nods... and
allows the blood to flow on out of Hasari's body.

EXT. BLOOD BANK - DAY
Barely ambulatory, Hasari starts down the street, but has
to stop, lean against a wall. Through his woozy haze, he
thinks he sees an apparition.

                                                     87.
ANOTHER ANGLE
There, in the entrance to a building, is Gangooly.
Seeing a potential victim, he swoops in.
                       GANGOOLY
         Not well, brother?
                       HASARI
         Still stealing from refugees?
Gangooly looks at Hasari, recognizes him, and gives him
an amazing smile.
                       GANGOOLY
         Well, yes, I remember you, of
         course -- hello! I am delighted
         to see you -- yes. And tell me
         immediately, please -- your little
         family, your beautiful children,
         everyone eats, yes. Come, have a
         cup of tea or a little something
         stronger, we must celebrate.
Gangooly starts to move, to position himself for a get-
away. Hasari blocks his egress, unsmiling.
                       GANGOOLY
         Ah, well, you're angry    at me, yes,
         I wondered if that was    still on
         your mind -- I am full    of regret
         about that, yes, even    a little
         tormented. What can I     say? I have
         the spirit of an eagle    trapped in
         the body of a crow.
                        HASARI
         I'm touched.

                       GANGOOLY
         My friend, I am lame and I am poor.
         Does that mean that I shouldn't
         survive? Huh? When a man is
         struggling in a rough sea, he
         clutches onto what he can or he
         drowns. You don't look so well.
                       HASARI
         I lost my rickshaw.
Gangooly gives Hasari an appraising look for a moment,
then...
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                      88.
CONTINUED:
                       GANGOOLY
         Ach! I  have an offer. No,
         listen!  Shiva be my witness, you
         must at least think about this.
         Please, I can help... Or my name
         is not Mr. Gangooly.
                       HASARI
         Which, fortunately, it is.

EXT. STREET - MOVING SHOT - DAY
Gangooly guiding Hasari onward.

                       GANGOOLY
         Remove the children from the school
         -- no, why? When you, the father,
         can make a small sacrifice. Nature
         has foreseen your plight. For she
         has given you two eyes, yes, and
         two kidneys. But. To live, you
         have need of one only. I have a
         friend who sold his kidney -- this
         one -- and now -- believe me, this
         is the truth -- he lives in a brick
         home... which he owns.
That smile.

EXT. SKELETON WAREHOUSE (MITRA & CO. EXPORTERS) - JUDAS
DOOR - DAY
A forbidding face appears at the grill, stares out.


INT. SKELETON WAREHOUSE - DAY
Hasari and Gangooly enter. A repulsive smell almost
makes Hasari gag. Gangooly takes Hasari's arm and steers
him through the gloom. Hasari discovers the origin of
the smell.
A line of skeletons arranged along the walls. Tables
stacked with bones: skulls, spines, rib cages, hands
and feet. Each skeleton sports a label with a price in
U.S. dollars.
Crouched among the bones and packing crates are men work-
ing. Some smoke, some have masks over their faces. They
scrape and clean and decorticate. They skillfully
assemble their grisly creations, emotionless but like
artists.

                                                      89.
POV - MANAGER'S OFFICE - DAY
THROUGH a dusty, glass, interior window, we see, almost
in mime, the manager examining Hasari.

INT. MANAGER'S OFFICE
With a smile, the manager produces some papers. Hasari
shakes his head, starts for the door. Gangooly stops
him.
                       GANGOOLY
         Of course, take some time, think
         about it. People all over the
         world, anxiously waiting, willing
         to pay. 15,000 rupees for a
         kidney. 25,000 for an eye.
Gangooly winks, peers at Hasari with a single eye, and
smiles.

INT./EXT. TAXI - ROAD TO AIRPORT - DAY
Heat haze on the road. As we FOCUS, we FIND Max, Joan,
Aloka, also with their thoughts. Joan gazes out the
window of the taxi. Max looks at the back of Joan's head
a moment, then looks at Aloka, who sits between them.
She deflects his eyes forward.
                       JOAN
         Hasari has forbid her to have
         anything more to do with us. He'd
         be very angry if he knew she was
         seeing you off.
Max looks at Joan.   Looks out the window.


INT. AIRPORT - DEPARTURE AREA - WIDE SHOT - DAY
First we see joyous people greeting arriving passengers;
parents greet a young man returning from college abroad.
The way clears and we CLOSE IN ON Max, Joan, and Aloka, a
tiny island in this sea of people at the moment of their
parting. Max empties all the money out of his pockets.
                       MAX
         This is for Poomina.   When I get
         home...
He thrusts the money on Joan and Max offers his hand;
she goes through the hand to embrace Max. Then Max and
Aloka look at each other.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                         90.
CONTINUED:
                          ALOKA
            You did good things.
                   (chokes up, but
                    manages)
            Thank you for coming to our
            country.
And now Max heads out the door.

INT. CAFETERIA - ALOKA AND JOAN - DAY
Sparsely populated.     They sit in isolation at a table
over a cup of tea.

                           JOAN
            It's not like  he's royalty or
            anything, so  I'm not persuaded we
            have to wait  for the plane to
            actually take  off.
                           ALOKA
            No.   We should go.
Yet, they   remain another moment... then get up. Joan
puts her   arm around Aloka and they turn to go. The looks
on their   faces suggest they've come face to face with
something   startling.

ANGLE ON DOOR
Max.   Standing inside the departure doorway.
                          MAX
            What were those three choices
            again?
Their faces. And his with just a wistful version of his
old grin... and we --
                                             FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
EXT. COMPOUND - DAY
Hasari returns.     Goes into Ram's hut.

INT. RAM'S HUT - DAY
He finds his family... and Max.     The two men stare at
each other.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                    91.
CONTINUED:
                       MAX
         I need Aloka at the clinic.
                (as Hasari stares)
         All right, they, the patients,
         need her. She's a good nurse.
                (as Hasari stares)
         Come on, man, this is between you
         and me. Why take the kids out of
         school, why punish your wife?
Hasari holds his anger in; he moves to a mat and lies
down, his back to Max. But Max doesn't go.
                       MAX
         I have a little money, I can get
         it from the States...
                       HASARI
         It's not a question of money.
         We'll survive on our own.
That's it. Hasari lies with his back to Max. After some
moments of silence, Aloka indicates Max should go. And
he does. After another moment...
                       ALOKA
         Maybe he's right. The clinic is
         for everyone and if I am needed --
Hasari bolts up, a look of anger on his face we've never
seen.
                       HASARI
         No! I'm your husband and you'll
         do as I say! Unless, of course,
         you've become an American wife and
         then you'll do as you please!
                       HASARI
         Stay away from them. They are not
         part of us. They will only be good
         to you as long as you please them.
The children, Aloka are frozen, she very close to tears.
Hasari lies back down, again turns his back on them.

EXT. LEPER COLONY (DAWN) - DAY
The small colony alive; a line of patients outside a door.

                                                       92.
INT. ROOM - DAY
Max unwraps a bandage from a leper's partial limb. Looks
around for Aloka. She's not there. Said is acting as
his nurse. Points at his instruments.
                       MAX
         Hand me the scissors, please.
Helpfully Said hands him the tweezers.
                       MAX
         Scissors, scissors.
He demonstrates. Said fumbles through the instruments,
picking up the scissors by the ends.

                       MAX
         Not that end -- No, that's fine,
         thanks, I've got it.

EXT. LEPER COLONY - DAY
Max comes out with his last patient.   Anouar waits.
                       ANOUAR
         Max Daddah, you are finished?
                (Max nods)
         Follow me.
Anouar takes off down the lane and disappears quickly
into a little building, Max following.

INT. TANNERY - DAY
Max follows Anouar past bubbling cauldrons and heaps of
animal skins. The place stinks fiercely. Anouar and
Max exit into...

A SMALL YARD
Two young men (the two pullers Chomotkar and Ramatullah)
... and something covered with a tarp.
                       MAX
         You didn't steal this.
                       RAMATULLAH
         The police, Sahib, they stole it.
         We stole it from them.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                     93.
CONTINUED:
The pullers whip the tarp off. A battered rickshaw, the
springs poking out of the seat, the broken wheels lying
in the body, the finish scarred and gouged, one shaft
broken.
                        MAX
         How much?

EXT. SQUARE - DAY
Max comes into the square. Aloka and Selima are pre-
paring meals. Manooj, Shambu, and three other boys
playing. Ram is trying to jolly Hasari, who's deep in
his own reverie. Max stands in front of Hasari.

                       MAX
         I'd like to show you something.
         Just take a minute.
A beat as Hasari fixes Max with an empty stare and the
family waits to see if Hasari will respond.
                        MAX
         Go ahead.   Go on.

EXT. COURTYARD AND STORAGE SHED - CLINIC
The sound of a PADLOCK being UNLOCKED. DARK SCREEN.
Light flashes. Max and Hasari appear in the doorway.
Surprised by the light, a few rats scurry off. Some-
where a dog BARKS. Slated, shafted light. He indicates
a corner.


THE RICKSHAW
Piled up in its ruin.
                       MAX
         I'm good with my hands. You're
         good with yours. What do you say?
Hasari looks at Max, part resentful, part touched.
                       HASARI
         If I were to go on the street with
         this machine, I would end up in a
         gutter with my throat cut.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                     94.
CONTINUED:
                       MAX
         Well, it's yours if you want it.
         You know the license, the cops,
         all that can be fixed. You'll
         own this -- it'll have nothing to
         do with the Godfather.
                       HASARI
         Doctor Daddah, I'm just a small
         man. Don't try to tempt me again
         with big thoughts.
Hasari starts to leave.    Max blocks his way.
                       MAX
         You didn't want me to quit.    Well,
         I came back.
                       HASARI
         But can you be trusted?
                          MAX
         I hope so.
Hasari can see the hope and desire in Max's face. After
a moment, Max steps aside. Hasari bends his head and
makes off. Leaving Max and a small sigh of
disappointment.

EXT. LATRINES - FOUNTAIN - ALOKA - DAY (DAWN)
She takes her morning absolutions, bathing in the foun-
tain. The process is extremely sensual, though there is
not even a glimpse of her nakedness as she moves her
clothing around, cleansing this area, then that. She
glances up to see...

ANOTHER ANGLE
Max, in an Indian shirt, heading for the square; rather
naturally, he brings his hands together in the Indian
salutation. He carries several bottles of distilled
water, a large value pack of bar soap, and a carton of
medical supplies. As he passes, his eyes hook on
Aloka's. He lifts a hand in greeting. After a moment,
she ducks her head. He turns and continues on coming
face to face with Ram, an enormous smile on his face.
With him, Hasari. He glances at his wife in the water.
                       MAX
                (to Hasari)
         Going to look for work?
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                        95.
CONTINUED:
When Hasari doesn't answer...
                         RAM
         Yes, he is.
Ram has a small coughing fit.
                       MAX
         Are you taking your medicine?
                       RAM
         Yes, yes, but look at this.
He points at the wheel  of his rickshaw; the rim is
cracked. Scornfully,   Hasari walks on. Max and Ram
glance after him. Max   digs out several rupees. Ram
takes them and goes.   Max looks after the two men as
they disappear. When   he turns...

ANOTHER ANGLE
...he finds himself face to face with Aloka. Without a
word, they start walking side by side toward the square.
It's several seconds before she says...
                       ALOKA
         He's very proud.
They walk on in silence -- two friends, separated by a
gulf.

EXT. DOCKS - FROM THE GATE - DAY
Men moving like ants into the bow of the ship.   Hasari is
locked out, turned away without work.

EXT. METRO CONSTRUCTION SITE - DAY
A huge gouge in the black mud, sunlight streaming through
steel girders across it. Hasari emerges from the ground,
looking for someone. Stops him. The foreman shakes his
head, no, before Hasari even has the chance to ask for
work.

EXT. SKELETON WAREHOUSE - EXTREME CLOSEUP - HASARI'S
FACE - DAY
Then we see he's standing outside Mitra & Co., staring at
it, wondering if it's time to sell part of himself. No!
We see on his face a look that tells us he will not be
beaten.

                                                         96.
EXT. CLINIC - COURTYARD - DAY
The street children's school now takes up two rooms.
Children peer out of one room now as, to the accompani-
ment of Surya's zither, twenty or so girls are doing some
Indian classical dancing, under the eye of a young Indian
teacher.
Across the way, in the other room, some children are
translating Bengali words into English. A boy is writing
on the board. It's Manooj. We see that Shambu is in the
same class.

INT. EXAMINING ROOM
FROM BEHIND, we watch Max take a wrapping off of
Poomina's wound, Joan assisting him. Indeed, Ashoka
extended Poomina's smile on either side of her mouth.
The scars are healing as nicely as could be expected.
Max did a fine job.
                       MAX
         You must have had a good doctor.
         Still no running, jumping, picking
         up anything heavy. And you stay
         here. You're going to help Sister
         Joan and you're going to school.
         Do you understand?
A beat, Poomina nods.    But now a look of abject fear
comes over her face.
The Goonda stands in the doorway. Max begins singing
"Sweet Little Sixteen." The Goodna stares impassively
at Max.
                       THE GOONDA
         Time to collect the rent, Sister.

                          JOAN
         Of course.     Come with me, please.
Joan leaves, followed by The Goonda. Max works care-
fully at the fine line of scabbing on Poomina's scar...
but then something takes his attention.

ACROSS THE COURTYARD
Manooj, with a small tin of food, looks this way and
that... and then sneaks into the shed.

EXT. SHED - DAY
We hear a, TAP, TAP, TAP. The door is half open. The
padlock is hanging on its chain. Max opens the door.

                                                       97.
INT. STORAGE ROOM
Startled, frightened, Hasari presses himself against the
wall, as does Manooj. Hasari is wearing a wet dhoti,
caught in the middle of straightening the wheel rim of
the old rickshaw.
                       HASARI
         Close the door!
Max is very surprised but, needless to say, pleased.      He
looks at the rickshaw, looks at Hasari.
                       HASARI
         Close the door. The Godfather
         has more eyes than a pineapple.

Max quickly closes the door. The half light is broken
by thin beams of light that dance with dust.
Hasari studies Max a moment, then moves to put the first
wheel on. Instinctively, Manooj moves to his side, takes
hold of the rickshaw so Hasari can slip the wheel on.
Hasari nods and goes for the other wheel. Manooj moves
around to the other side, hefts the carcass. Hasari
slips on the second wheel. Hasari looks at Max. Max
brings his hands together and starts to go.
                       HASARI
         I was saying to Manooj that if a
         man bows down too many times,
         there will come a day when he will
         no longer be able to stand upright.
The two men look at each other... and then Hasari gets
on with his work.
                       MAX
         I promised Manooj and Shambu I'd
         take them to the movies. Is it
         all right?
                       HASARI
                (a beat)
         If a man makes a promise...
Max brins his hands together and starts for the door.
Hasari picks up one of the worn seat boards.

INT. MOVIE THEATER - NIGHT
We're TRACKING WITH a moving bag of peanuts behind a row
of boy's heads. On the screen in front of them, a "medi-
eval era" sword battle between the great Kumar Kapur and
a legion of bad guys.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                       98.
CONTINUED:
We hear the sound of CRACKING NUTS as we MOVE FROM Manooj
to three kids we've seen in the neighborhood (two boys
Manooj's age and Shoba, who's Shambu's age) and then to
Shambu, each kid dipping into the bag in his turn.
Finally: Max's (and on the other side of him, Amrita
and Poomina.) The bag arrives... empty.
                       MAX
                (whispering)
         Thanks, guys. Who wants to go for
         more peanuts?
No one. We're talking about rapt attention.   We hear
NUTS CRACKING. Max smiles.


EXT. STREET - NEAR CITY OF JOY - NIGHT
Max and the boys walking home after the movie, the boys
dancing around each other, acting out the fight sequences,
all of the sword-fighting against Max, who battles them
all over the street, in and around cars, Poomina and Amrita
looking on shyly, as El Max fights to save their honor.
                       MANOOJ
         I can't decide if I want to be
         Kumar Kapur or a doctor.
                       MAX
         Ha ha! You can be both! Manooj
         Pal, swashbuckling physician!
                       MANOOJ
         You're so much fun, El Max. I
         wish my daddy were as much fun as
         you.

Max stops the fight, takes Manooj by the shoulders.
                       MAX
         I wish my father loved me like
         your father loves you. Your dad's
         a very special man. And now, en
         garde!
As the battle continues, the bright beams of a truck
come at them.
                       MAX
         Time out, men. Off the street
         till this truck passes.
                                          (CONTINUED)

                                                       99.
CONTINUED:
The kids move toward the wall of the building they're
passing, but the truck seems to turn toward them, seem-
ing not to intend to pass, but to hit them.
The look on Max's face lets us know he senses something
terrible is in the offing here. He shouts for the kids
to get out of the way, shoving the kids closest to him
into a doorway. He turns to Shambu, who's behind him,
calls to him.
But in a panic, Shambu doesn't move into the shelter   of
the building on his right... but tries to run across   the
street. Max leaps for the little boy too late... as    the
truck just misses Max and clips Shambu hard, sending   the
little boy flying.


EXT. SQUARE - NIGHT
Manooj runs   ahead of everyone as he charges into Ram's
hut, crying   for his father. Behind Manooj come the
others, Max   carrying Shambu in his arms. Hasari and
Aloka, Ram,   Joan, others in the square hurtle out of
their huts.
                       MAX
         I can't do anything here. He's
         got a compound fracture, he
         hemorrhaging. We've got to get
         to a hospital -- now!
                       JOAN
         You'll never get a taxi at this
         hour.


EXT STREET - HASARI'S FEET - DAY (EARLY EVENING)
He pounds along,  the wheels wobbling and squeaking,
urging people out  of his way. Max runs alongside Hasari.
Aloka sits on the  seat with Shambu, whose quiet moaning
fills her ears.   Blood drips down the rickshaw.

EXT. PARK STREET - FROM THE RICKSHAW - DAY
Several taxis waiting for clients outside a row of
restaurants. Hasari and Aloka watch as Max argues with
the drivers. They won't take a bleeding passenger.

SAME STREET - MOMENTS LATER
The race to the hospital continues.

                                                       100.
EXT. MEDWAR PINE MEMORIAL HOSPITAL - NIGHT
The arrive at the gates of the huge, Victorian hospital.
People sleep outside the gates.

INT. HOSPITAL - CORRIDOR - SIDE ROOM - DAY
The wards are full, as are the corridors. Patients on
beds and stretchers everywhere. Most have at least one
member of their family to look over them. In a side
room, Max is arguing with a porter who tells him he can't
help him.  Max slaps some rupees into the porter's hand,
tells him to take him to the person in charge.
Shambu is fading. Aloka smooths the sweat from his brow,
trying to keep Shambu alive by force of will and love.
Then Max is back, standing over her with another man. It
may take a moment before we recognize the ATTENDANT from
the Blood Bank.
                          MAX
            They'll admit him, but we have to
            pay for the blood. I gave him all
            I had. He wants more. Do you have
            anything?
                          ALOKA
            Sister Joan gave me this.
Aloka holds out a fistful of rupees. The Attendant blows
through his lips, indicating it's a paltry sum. Max
grabs the money and shoves it at the Attendant.
                          MAX
            We haven't got any more!
The Attendant doesn't move... until he sees Max is about
to explode.
                          MAX
            If this child dies while you
            stand here, I'll kill you.
The Attendant is smart enough not to push any further.
                          MAX
            Now, I need an X-ray room and I
            need an O.R. nurse.
                          ATTENDANT
            Not possible. You can't give
            care, you're an American. You
            must be an Indian doctor.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                       101.
CONTINUED:
                       MAX
         Then take me to one!
As Max takes flight with the Attendant, Aloka strokes
Shambu and Hasari hovers. We CLOSE IN ON Shambu's
inanimate face and HOLD a moment.

ANOTHER ANGLE
Max hurtles down the corridor with a young INTERN in
tow. Almost a kid, he's been up for days. But he's
going to help.
                       INTERN
         This way, please.
Max scoops Shambu up and rushes down the corridor behind
the Intern, leaving Hasari and Aloka looking after him.
His arm comes around her shoulders.

EXT. HOSPTIAL - DAY (DAWN)
Hasari and Aloka wait.   People are starting to move about.
                       HASARI
         You're my wife, Aloka, you and my
         children are all my wealth. But
         if Max Daddah and Big Sister Joan
         have need of you, you may go to
         them.
Max comes out of the hospital.   The two Pals stare at
him.

                       MAX
         We pinned his leg. Couple of
         months, he'll be better than
         ever. They want to keep him
         today. We're a good team.
         Gimme five.
He smiles, holds out a palm for them to slap. They
look at the palm, unsure what this means. Yet, each
takes Max's hand.
EXT. CLINIC - COURTYARD - DAY
The whole community is here, around the tree.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                      102.
CONTINUED:
                       JOAN
         I don't think it was an accident.
         I think they were aiming for Max.
         So, what we have to ask ourselves
         is whether his presence is
         endangering all of us.
                       ANOUAR
         Even from my low vantage point, I
         know this: It's the son. He's
         mad.
                       HASARI
         Max Daddah is our friend. If
         they're trying to harm him, then
         they're trying to harm all of us.
         We must stand by him as one.

INT. SHED - CLOSE ON TWO PAINTBRUSHES - NIGHT
dip into a little box of paints. The boys look on as the
two men paint an intricate design on the shafts. Shambu
sits in the rickshaw seat. He wears an ankle to hip
cast. Manooj is spelling words and urging Shambu to
follow suit. Aloka is putting out a tray of food. Ram,
Ramatullah, and Chomotkar slip in, quickly close the
door. The two pullers focus on the rickshaw, Ram on Max.
                       RAM
         Doctor Daddah, please, very
         important, only one moment.
                       MAX
         This is going to cost me every
         rupee I didn't make today.

Ram thrusts an envelope into Max's hand.
                       MAX
         A letter from your wife.
Ram nods nervously. Max looks at the postmark as he
slices it open with a finger.
                       MAX
         This is postmarked six weeks ago.
                       RAM
         So?
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                      103.
CONTINUED:
                       MAX
         So, what have you been doing --
         incubating it?
                          RAM
         I was afraid.
Ram waits, his hands twisting each other.
                       MAX
         'My dear husband...'
                       RAM
         Oh that's very hopeful so far!

                       MAX
         'Your words brought tears of joy
         to my arid eyes.'
                       RAM
         Oh, I'm in love! My words
         brought tears to her arid eyes!
                (then fearful)
         What does that mean -- arid?
Manooj throws his hand up.
                          MANOOJ
         I know!   Dry.
                       MAX
         Correct. Her eyes were dry, your
         letter irrigated them.
                          RAM
         Aaah!

He snatches the letter, crushes it to his heart.   Notices
the finish work on the rickshaw.
                       CHOMOTKAR
         This is a puka nasgar. What a
         curse that you can't use it.
                       HASARI
         I'm going on the streets tomorrow.
This gets everyone's attention.    The pullers shake their
heads, they're worried for him.
                       MAX
         Listen. I don't want you to think
         I'm crazy, but I don't think that
         truck was an accident.
                       (MORE)
                                          (CONTINUED)

                                                     104.
CONTINUED:
                       MAX CONT'D)
         I think Ashoka was after me. You
         can bet he'll be after you too.
                       HASARI
         I'm going to speak to his father.
                       MAX
         Can I go with you? I'll go with
         you. Can I go with you if I shut
         up?
A beat... and Hasari gives him a small nod.


EXT. GODFATHER'S HOUSE - DAY
Ghatak is literally carried out of the house by an
orderly and placed into his car. There's a driver
and there is the Goonda. They start down the street.
We're WITH the car. Suddenly, the driver slams on the
brakes and from:

ANOTHER ANGLE
We see Hasari and Max blocking the street with the new
rickshaw. The Goonda jumps out of the car, comes
threateningly at Hasari.
                       HASARI
         Babu, please, I beg you, hear
         my words!
As the Goonda is about to land on Hasari we hear a
feeble...

                       GHATAK
         Wait.
The Goonda backs off. The Godfather waves Hasari and
Max close. Hasari brings his gleaming rickshaw to the
window of the car, Max at his shoulder.
                       HASARI
         May I say first, Babu, I wish you
         long life and good health.
                       GHATAK
         Acha! They take me now to the
         scientists. They stick needles in
         me, take pictures of my insides,
         study them, and then tell me what
         I know.
                                          (CONTINUED)

                                                    105.
CONTINUED:
The Godfather stares at Hasari, flicks his eyes at Max.
Waits.
                       HASARI
         When you gave me work, I swore I
         would be as your youngest brother.
         Your son thinks I have been
         disloyal. He took my rickshaw.
         With my friend, I have remade this
         one. I beg you to let me go again
         onto the streets. I have my family.
The old man looks at the rickshaw, at the obvious care
that went into its renovation, at this unlikely team
of refurbishers. He reaches a shaking  hand out toward
a shaft. Hasari brings it close. The   old man rubs the
shaft.
                       GHATAK
         It is very beautiful.
                       HASARI
         Thank you, Babu.
                       GHATAK
         If I may say, it has an allure.
                       HASARI
         An allure, Babu -- thank you.
The Godfather stares at Hasari, then at Max.
                       GHATAK
         The world is chaos. We struggle
         to build something permanent,
         then our bodies betray us, our sons
         betray us.
                (to Hasari now)
         Yes, you may take your rickshaw
         out. If you can face up to my son.
The Goonda gets back into the car and the car pulls away
and we are left with Hasari and Max as moment.

EXT. SKELETON WAREHOUSE (MITRA & CO) - DAY
Hasari enters.

INT. MANAGER'S OFFICE - DAY
The manager stares at Hasari, as he consumes a pot of
rice and vegetable curry. Gangooly hovers like a crow.
Hasari stares at the contract before him.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                     106.
CONTINUED:
                       HASARI
         If a man dies and he's not burned,
         what do you think becomes of his
         soul?
The manager turns his palms up, continues chewing.
Hasari stares through the window at the row of skeletons.
                       HASARI
         I must provide for my family.
                       GANGOOLY
         Oh, it's a noble fate. If indeed
         your wheel ceases to turn, you will
         help educate somewhere in this
         great world a fine doctor.
Hasari bends to the contract and laboriously signs his
name.

EXT. GODFATHER'S HOUSE - DAY
Hasari arrives to an outcry of anger. There are several
dozen rickshaws. Among the passersby, we see umbrellas,
as the people on the street try to combat the incredible
heat.
                       HASARI
         What's going on?
                       CHOMOTKAR
         The Godfather ill! The son is
         raising the rent!
Ashoka is on his front steps with a loudspeaker before a
growing crowd of pullers. He's backed up by the Goonda
and a dozen of his thugs. The loudspeaker lifts
Ashoka's voice above the anger.
                       ASHOKA
         Do you know how much it costs to
         change the spoke in a wheel? Or
         how much baksheesh I have to pay
         the police?
Impulsively, Hasari moves forward. Cries from pullers:
"Who will be the victims of this madness? You?" "Hell
no!" "You don't need the six rupees each old crate
brings you per day to fill your belly! For us, it means
death!" The street is so packed with rickshaw and
pullers now that cars can't get through. A chorus
of HORNS HONK; drivers scream.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                       107.
CONTINUED:
                          RAMATULLAH
            We haven't been breaking our
            backs between the shafts of our
            rickshaws in order to weep for
            you!
Hasari continues forward, his eyes on Ashoka.
                          CHOMOTKAR
            The only thing that matters is the
            bundle of rupees we take to the
            munshi each month to feed and to
            answer the daily needs of our
            children!

RASSOUL steps up on a telagarhi with a loudspeaker.
                          RASSOUL
            Listn to me! Listen now! Listen
            to me!
                   (when the pullers
                   quiet)
            Friends! I ask you to vote for an
            unlimited strike. Inkalabad
            zindabad! Long live the
            revolution! Rickshaw Workers Union
            zindabad!
A strike? No income at all? The slogan is taken up
by a small percentage of the assemblage. Fear and
doubt on many faces.
                          ASHOKA
            That's what I thought. All
            right, get to work! Customers
            are waiting!


ON HASARI
Something detonates in him and he jumps onto the tela-
garhi and grabs the microphone from Ashoka. Police
arrive in vans.
                          HASARI
            Friends! The Godfather at least
            is a caring man! This one,
            though, the son --
A signal from Ashoka and one of the thugs knocks Hasari
down.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                        108.
CONTINUED:
                         ASHOKA
           We helped this man! We gave  him
           a job, a place to live! This  is
           how he shows his gratitude.  Get
           on the streets now! Or turn  in
           your machines!
Hasari gets up and tries to speak.
                         HASARI
           Friends -- don't! If we stand --
He gets hit again. A number of the pullers come forward
and a riot starts. The police move in, beat and arrest
many of the demonstrators. Ramatullah and Chomotkar
try to help Hasari, but they are descended on by cops
who hurl them aside and beat Hasari senseless until
the:
                                              SCREEN GOES BLACK.

FADE IN:
INT. BONSAL COURT - DAY
Birds flying  below ceiling. The room has a barred cage
running all  around its edge; the cage is filled to near
overflowing.   Hasari stands before the JUDGE, his face
covered with  blood, his body a mass of aches and welts.
At the back  of the room, Max and Aloka; elsewhere,
Ashoka, the  Goonda, and several of his thugs.
                         HASARI
           The life of a rickshaw puller is
           not one a man would choose if he
           had a choice. Our feet blister
           and burn up from the boiling
           asphalt, our noses burn from the
           fumes of countless motor cars and
           buses, our backs curve permanently
           from the loads we carry hour after
           hour, day after day. But I am
           proud to be one of the human horses
           who carry my countryman from place
           to place and I am thankful for the
           opportunity to make a living. But
           I will not keep silent anymore and
           I will not be cheated and
           threatened anymore. Life is hard
           enough. No more.
Ramatullah starts to applaud.   Rassoul follows suit.
The Judge bangs his gavel.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                        109.
CONTINUED:
                       JUDGE
         Silence!
                (when it's silent)
         This man will be permitted to
         use his rickshaw without let or
         hindrance. And I will make a
         restraining order against Mr.
         Ghatak.
Cheers from the pullers.   The Judge bangs his gavel.
                       JUDGE
         I haven't finished these
         proceedings. For his part in this
         disturbance, I fine the defendant
         50 rupees.
                       HASARI
         Fifty rupees, Your Honor?
         That's --
                       JUDGE
         Pay at this time or spend seven
         days in jail!
Seven days in jail will cost him far more than fifty
rupees. As he reaches into his pocket for his screw
of money, a hand suddenly protrudes into the cage through
the bars.
                       RAMATULLAH
         Hasari!
And now another hand with several rupees reaches through.
                       RASSOUL
         Hasari!
Now a dozen voices call his name and a  dozen hands reach
through the bars with rupees clutched  in their fists and
press the money into Hasari's hands.   The Judge, Max and
Aloka, and certainly Ashoka watch this  in amazement. The
Judge bangs his gavel.
Max turns, shoots a little finger gun and winks at Ashoka.

CLOSE ON ASHOKA
ON his face, we see pure hatred for these two men.

                                                    110.
EXT. CITY OF JOY - DAY
Amrita, Manooj, and Shambu. With them, Subash flirting
with Amrita, incurring the wrath and admiration of her
brothers, causing her to flush.
THUNDER sounds. They all look up. Rain starts to fall.
People run outside of workshops and huts, crying, "The
rains, the rains." Suddenly, a THUNDERCLAP shakes the
earth and rain begins to bombard them. The rain falls,
the WIND HOWLS, and people in the lane are dancing,
praising the beginning of the monsoon season. Men tear
off their shirts, women rush out fully clothed, singing.
Swarms of naked children run about. The kids run toward
the clinic/school.


EXT. CLINIC COURTYARD - DAY
Hasari is locking his rickshaw into the shed. Staff and
several patients come out of the examining rooms -- Joan,
Aloka, Sunil, Anouar, Poomina. Margareta and her
students, a new teacher, Bandona, her students come out of
the classrooms... They're all swept up in dancing, Joan's
metal cross jumping about as if it were beating out time.
From his balcony, Max emerges with his trumpet and plays
the first bars of "Singin' In the Rain." Everyone looks
his way; he begins to hum and sing as he jumps over the
balcony to the ground and takes off in a wild, impro-
vished, but damn good version of Gene Kelly's dance in
the rain, bringing Anouar on his cart in as his dancing
partner. Everyone in the courtyard crowds around them,
laughing and encouraging the dancer/singers on. The
number builds to an extraordinary climax with Max sliding
through mud to an exquisite finish at Joan's feet.
There's thunderous applause.


INT. CLINIC - NIGHT
Rain. Max, The Pals, Ram, Joan, Anouar, Meeta and the
Baby, Poomina, Saladdin, Mehboub, Ashish, Shanta,
Margareta, Bandona, and the other members of the commit-
tee sharing a meal.
                       HASARI
         Really -- a boyfriend, Amrita?
                         AMRITA
         No!
Amrita whacks Manooj.
                                          (CONTINUED)

                                                       111.
CONTINUED:
                         MANOOJ
           Yes, she does. His name is Subash
           Ghosh. His father owns the workshop.
                         HASARI
           Is there someone you care about?
The look in Amrita's eyes tells us indeed there is.
Hasari smiles at Amrita and then at Aloka.
                         HASARI
           Then I must speak to his father
           and I must complete your dowry.
Amrita squeezes close to her mother.   This is serious
and joyous.
                         HASARI
           You will make people sigh at how
           beautiful you are. And I shall
           drop tears of joy.
                         RAM
           At my wedding I became so
           frightened, my father gave me
           things to drink to calm me down.
           I went out to piss and fell asleep
           under the village tree. When I
           woke I thought it was the tree I'd
           married. I still love that tree.
The laugh. But Hasari's attention is on his daughter.
He reaches a loving hand to her.

INT. GREEN ACRES - MAX'S BATHROOM - TUB FAUCET - NIGHT

A rag has been wrapped around the faucet and water runs
slowly and silently down into the nearly filled tub. The
scene is illuminated dimly by a flashlight with fingers
over the beam.

ON MAX
He sleeps. Suddenly he's grabbed, his eyes spring open
in fear. Hands yanks him out of bed, slam him up against
the wall, then hurtle him across the room and into:

BATHROOM
Where the tub has been filled. His head is slammed down
underwater and he's held there struggling.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                    112.
CONTINUED:
His head is yanked up and through bleary eyes he sees a
knife at his throat and the Hewbrew letter chai dangling
from the knife - wielder's neck, illuminated by a
flashlight.
                       ASHOKA
         Go home, Doctor.
Before he can respond, he's slammed down into the tub of
water again and held there until it seems his lungs will
explode. Then he's dumped backward, gasping for breath.

EXT. CITY OF JOY - SQUARE - NIGHT

Max on the run through the rain, carrying his belongings.

CLINIC
He pounds through the puddles, past a sleepy old watchman,
and through the gate.

INT. COURTYARD - NIGHT
He bangs on Joan's door. She opens the door in her Indian
pajamas. One look at him...
                       JOAN
         What's happened?
                       MAX
         Ashoka ordered me to go home.
         Well, I've come home.

A beat. She steps aside, he steps in, and the door closes
him safely inside.

EXT. PARK CIRCUS - DAY
The rickshaw station. The  rain pours down. People
clambor for rickshaws. The  line moves forward as fast
as the pullers can take on passengers. Hasari, Ram,
Ramatullah, Chomotkar look at the stalled buses, the
streetcars, the taxis, the private cars.
                       CHOMOTKAR
         What a joy it is to survey this
         disaster! We will all make a
         fortune!
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                     113.
CONTINUED:
                       HASARI
         The monsoon is the great Durga's
         gift to the human horse!
Hasari glances at Ram, who isn't a part of the joking.
                       HASARI
         What's the matter?
                       RAM
         I'm wet and I'm cold. Your
         daughter is getting married. Time
         is passing. I want to go home to
         my wife.

Chomotkar touches Hasari, nods across the street.   There,
we see the Goonda and two thugs.
                         RAMATULLAH
         Hasari!
It's Hasari's turn.   He can't stay to talk with Ram now.
He has to go.
                       MARWARI #4
         How much to the market?
                         HASARI
         Eight rupees.
                        MARWARI #4
         What!   I won't pay it!
                       HASARI
         Who else needs a ride?       I am
         available at a price!

Several others crowd and shove toward him.
                        MARWARI #4
         No!   Take me -- I'll pay, let's
         go!
                       HASARI
         The price just went up!       Ten
         rupees! In advance.
The Marwari hesitates only as long as it takes him to dig
in his soaking wet pants and to slap the bills into
Hasari's hand and climb aboard. Hasari sets out with
great difficulty -- and greater determination -- through
the floodwaters, flicking his eyes at the Goonda as he
goes.

                                                     114.
EXT. WEDDING SHOP - DAY
Water  pours down. FROM HERE we see Hasari inside, putting
money  down in front of the shop owner and then hustling
back  into the rain and taking up his shafts. We WATCH the
owner  look after him with a touch of disdain as he comes
into  the window and takes down the beautiful green and
gold  sari.

EXT. CLINIC - GUTTERS - NIGHT
Water pouring from above; the gutters overflow with refuse.
We PAN UP to the clinic.

INT. CLINIC COURTYARD

Water pouring off the room into the courtyard. Hasari
locks his rickshaw into the shed and turns out, attention
to Max, Aloka, Joan, Poomina, Margareta, Mehboub, several
others trying to patch leaking roof tiles and keep
supplies high and dry.

INT. CLINIC ROOM
Hasari enters. Max looks at him, doesn't like the look
of the obviously exhausted man.
                        HASARI
          How can I help?

EXT. CIRCULAR ROAD - FISTFUL OF RUPEES (RUNNING MONTAGE)
- DAY
An Anglo couple jockeying for preference. Hasari selects
them from a crowd. This is the beginning of RUNNING
MONTAGE.
A)   He runs AT us from different directions with riders
     -- pushing, pushing -- the water getting higher, our
     FOCUS VARIOUSLY IN NORMAL AND SLOW MOTION ON his
     feet, his tensed muscles; for a moment, we hear only
     his breathing, the sound of his feet on the pavement,
     the RAIN AGAINST the CANOPY of the rickshaw.
B)   He drags up with an entire, well-to-do family of six,
     packed into the rickshaw.
C)   He stumbles to a stop outside the emergency entrance
     to the hospital, carrying a mother and her sick
     child.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                        115.
CONTINUED:
D)   An upper-crust Brahmin dressed in crisp white, an
     umbrella protecting him against the harsh elements.
E)   Four uniformed school children huddled, laughing
     together under the rickshaw's canopy.

INT. LEPER COLONY - MEETA'S ROOM - DAY
The rain continues, as does the work in the clinic. Max
is working on Anouar, Aloka assisting. Meeta and the
baby (now 6 months old) in the b.g.
                          ANOUAR
            I think Aloka would have a gentler
            touch than you, Max Daddah. Maybe
            she should perform this surgery on
            her own.
Aloka ducks her eyes, embarrassed.
                          MAX
            Last time you told me you were
            more than two women could manage.
                          ANOUAR
            Yes, but given a choice between one
            and none, I will accept the one.
Max lifts Anouar off the table and places him on his
cart.
                          MAX
            Okay, you ought to be good for
            another few days. Send in the
            next patient.

Anouar scoots out. Max and Aloka both turn to the
instruments lying on the table and knock a pair of
scissors to the floor. Simultaneously, they bend to pick
it up and bang heads.

LOW ANGLE
The first   impulse of each is to touch the other's head.
But almost   simultaneously, their hands freeze short of
touching.    Several months ago, Max might have tried to
kiss her;   now, though, there is friendship and affection.
FROM here,   we see a pair of bare feet. We COME WITH Max
and Aloka   UP.

                                                       116.
ANOTHER ANGLE
Shoba, a deeply concerned look on his face. Slowly his
hands come forward, holding his parrot, with a broken
wing. He puts the parrot on the examining table.

INT. POST OFFICE - DAY
Hasari seals a letter and a money order into an envelope,
seals, and puts it into the slot. He is  clearly
exhausted. Outside he can  see two Sikh merchants at his
rickshaw, looking around in the rain for him. He hurries
toward the door.
                        HASARI
         Here!   I'm here!


INT. SUBASH'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Aloka and three women huddled beside a window, Amrita
half hidden behind them. We PAN ACROSS a staircase TO
another window, THROUGH which we see a doorway. In the
doorway, Subash turns to smile a shy smile at Amrita; he
shrugs. PAST him now, we see Hasari facing SUBASH'S
FATHER and three UNCLES, surly men with hair matted with
mustard oil. The Ghoshes are all seated on low chairs
and stools. Hasari is standing.

INT. ROOM - NIGHT
Mr. Ghosh and the Uncles stare at Hasari, who stands
politely and hopefully before them.
                       MR. GHOSH (SUBASH'S FATHER)
         You're a rickshaw puller, am I
         correct?
                       HASARI
         Yes, that's correct.
He looks at his brothers, on either side.    They look at
him.
                       MR. GHOSH
         And I a partner in the workshop
         where your daughter is employed.
         Were you aware of that?
                       HASARI
         Yes, yes, I was, my daughter told
         me, thank you.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                         117.
CONTINUED:
                       MR. GHOSH
         Yes, well then, perhaps you can
         tell me why I would permit my son
         to marry your daughter.
Mr. Ghosh raises his palms.    It's all over as far as
he's concerned.
                       UNCLE #1
         Just a moment, please.
The brothers huddle, whisper just loudly enough for
Hasari to hear.
                       UNCLE #1
         Are you saying there's no way
         you'd consider this match?
Mr. Ghosh shakes his head, shrugs his palms.
                       UNCLE #1
         Perhaps some inducement?    Would
         that be of any help?
                       MR. GHOSH
                (considering this)
         What could he possibly offer?
                       UNCLE #1
         Probably nothing. But perhaps,
         in fairness, we should find out.
Mr. Ghosh shrugs.    The huddle breaks.   All five men
stare at Hasari.


EXT. STREETS - DAY
Hasari, mouth half open, flecked with spume, pulls a
huge Marwari. He's pouring sweat, his eyes are blood-
shot. He has never looked more like a horse.
They arrive at a cross street. The Marwari gets down
and pays Hasari. Hasari slumps against the rickshaw
and, while he awaits his next rider, counts his crum-
pled pile of notes and coins.

EXT. CLINIC - DAY
Max, Joan, Aristotle John, Margareta, Mehboub, perhaps
a dozen others trying to raise the level of the low
wall at the entrance with bricks. The wall caves in.
Other people in the neighborhood rush to rebuild it.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                       118.
CONTINUED:
                       MAX
                (shouting to the
                 others)
         My dear friends, it's just
         occurred to me what inspired me
         to stay here.
Thinking he's about to make some cogent remark about
this unified effort...
                       MARGARETA
         What's that, Doctor Big Brother?
                       MAX
         The opportunity to acquire
         waterfront property at a reasonable
         price.
Joan begins to laugh; the others don't get it, query
each other as to what's funny about that.
                       JOAN
         I hate to admit it, junior, but
         that was actually quite witty.
She whacks him on the shoulder with a wet, muddy paw.
                       JOAN
         Ut-nobody laugh; it's a natural
         disaster -- we have guests.
Everyone turns to...

ANOTHER ANGLE

Manubai and Ravi, their car parked at the entryway to
the clinic. A big puddle separates them.
                       MAX
         I'd throw my cape down, but I'm
         all out of dry capes.
He sloshes through the water to them, wiping his muddy
hands on his pants. He offers a semi-clean hand to
each in turn.
                       MAX
         It's very nice to see you.   Both
         of you.
                       RAVI
         We heard you were still here.
         Vijay wanted to send some things.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                       119.
CONTINUED:
She indicates the car, which is packed with dry food
and such.
                       MAX
         Shall we unload the car?
                       RAVI
         Yes, yes, by all means.
Max whistles, indicates the car. People come and start
unloading it, Ravi showing the way, leaving Max and
Manubai alone a moment, Aloka flicking her eyes at the
two of them.
                       MANUBAI
         I'm surprised. I really didn't
         think you'd stick it out.
                       MAX
         People grow older; sometimes they
         even grow up.
He smiles a sweet smile at her.    She smiles back at him.

EXT. MUD BANK - WIDE SHOT - DAY
Anouar on Said's shoulders. The big mute runs, followed
by Hasari and a phalanx of rickshaw pullers: Chomotkar,
Rassoul, Ramatullah-Joan, Aloka, Manooj, several others
in the rickshaws, Max and Sunil, each with his doctor bag
-- all of them running in silhouette along the embankment
in the rain.
                       ARISTOTLE JOHN
         Where can we take them? We can't
         take them back to the clinic. No
         one will put up with it.
                       SALADDIN
         We can't let them drown, can we?
         Eh, Max Daddah?

EXT. LEPER COLONY - DAY
The leper colony is submerged. The parents have put
their children on the roofs and the relatively able-
bodied lepers are piling charpoys one on top of another
to protect the sick and the infirm. Meeta and her baby
are on a roof. The mud bank is too slippery to get the
rickshaws down and back up.
                       HASARI
         It's too deep!
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                       120.
CONTINUED:
A beat.
EXT. LEPER COLONY - PAIR MUDDY, PARTIAL HANDS - SAME
DAY - SOME MINUTES LATER
A leper clings to a rope as several of the human horses
pull him and others up the mud bank.

ANOTHER ANGLE
Max, Hasari, Rassoul, and Chomotkar up to their necks
in water; Hasari and Rassoul have a door on their
shoulders; on top of the door, a sick leper woman.
Max is lifting one child, then another onto the door.
The two pullers make their way slowly toward the mud
bank.

ON MUD BANK
Aloka, Joan, helping lepers into rickshaw.
                        MEETA
          Anouar!
                        ANOUAR
          Max Daddah!

ON MEETA AND BABY
The hut starts to come apart under them. Max and
Chomotkar quickly move to the house with another door.
                         MAX
          We're here!   We're here!
Chomotkar holds the door up as Meeta holds the baby
out in the direction of Max's voice. Max catches the
baby as the house slips down, then grabs Meeta, who
clings to him.

EXT. MUD BANK - DAY
Hasari pulling the lead rickshaw. Anouar on Max's
shoulders, the two of them leading a terrible ensemble
version of "Hound Dog." An air of festivity among
lepers and rescuers.
They come to a bridge made of two planks over rushing
water.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                        121.
CONTINUED:
Several rickshaws go across but as Max and Anouar start
over, suddenly the ground gives way beneath Max's feet.
Anouar falls free; someone grabs him; but a blackish
stream rushes into Max's mouth and in an instant he's
swept beneath the gurgling filth. The density of the
filth makes his effort to surface ineffective. It
looks for all the world like he's going to drown.

ON OTHERS
Max has disappeared. Instinctively, Hasari dives into
the maelstrom. He, too, disappears. After some moments,
Hasari surfaces, spitting the filth out of his mouth.
He dives again, comes up somewhere else. Dives a third
time. Is down. Is down. Is down. Then suddenly
bursts out of the filth, dragging the unconscious form
of Max Loeb into the air. More people have gathered.
Cries of:
                          OTHERS
            It's the doctor. Save Doctor Big
            Brother!
Aloka passes a baby to someone and helps Hasari push
Max up onto the bank. But now Hasari doesn't know
what to do and turns to his wife.
Aloka quickly clears Max's mouth and begins to admin-
ister mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. She blows, she
breathes; she blows, she breathes. People crowd in.
Aloka blows, she breathes. It seems, though, that by
his stillness and by the looks on people's faces that
Max is dead. Yet, more determined still, Aloka goes
on; blows, breathes...


CLOSE ON ALOKA AND MAX
And now Max gags,  his body erupts in spasm, and he
explodes a stream  of black liquid out of his lungs.
Aloka supports his  forehead as Max retches again and
then comes still.   A beat.

INT. CLASSROOM - NIGHT
We PAN ACROSS members of our group -- lepers and
normals -- passing bowls of rice in a simple communal
meal, Singing a religious song quietly. On the floor
in the b.g., Anouar is writing something on a slightly
damp stretch of cloth with a child's crayon. Said
takes the cloth and tacks it to the wall. What Anouar
has written is this, "All that is not given is lost."
Everyone in the room stares at the words.

                                                    122.
INT. CLINIC - MAX'S ROOM - NIGHT
Max opens his eyes to find Joan, Hasari, Aloka, and the
children keeping a vigil.
                       MAX
         Oh, Jesus, the guy went to sleep
         when he was supposed to be working?
         I gotta get up --
He tries to get up.   Joan pushes him back down.
                       JOAN
         Sshh, sshh, sshh! No heroics,
         junior. Lay back. You're all
         right.

                       MAX
         All right.
                (a distant laugh)
         Yeah, I am, I'm all right.
He is a little delirious. The boys come close, kneel
at his side, instinctively reach out to him.
                       MAX
         Want you guys to know something.
         About me. Wanted to be the
         world's greatest heart surgeon,
         just one better than my dad. Just
         one. First time I'm the lead
         surgeon on a case, the main guy, I
         choke. Froze. The chief made me
         step aside. My teacher. Had to
         take over for me. Went into
         radiology. Photography. Had to
         have somethin' easy. No pressure.
         Wasn't too nuts about myself.
         Quit.
Hasari reaches out and touches Max, telling him with a
touch that it's all right. He stares up through bleary
eyes at all of them with utterly open love. Amrita
holds out a small gift to him: It's a banana leaf,
holding a small scoop of rice and surrounded by little
decorative leaves.
                       MAX
         You people... You...
                (a beat)
         I love you guys.

EXT. RAM'S HUT - TWO MONTHS LATER - DAY
A group gathered on a dry, sunny afternoon, peering into
the hut. We FOCUS on the growing flower in the tea
caddy in the window and then go THROUGH the window into:

                                                       123.
INT. PALS' ROOM - DAY
Hasari, Max (dressed quite India), the local Hara Giri,
Mr. Ghosh and the four Ghosh uncles crammed into the
tiny room. Members of our group jam the doorway,
spectating. The air is close.
                       HASARI
         I can offer no more    than I've
         offered! No more!      All right,
         I'll add two dhotis,    two vests,
         and a punjabi. But     that's all.
Mr. Ghosh lights up a bidi, looks at his brothers,
wrinkles his brows at Hasari.
                          MR. GHOSH
         That's all?     Did he say that's
         all?
                       HASARI
         My daughter's qualities will make
         up for what is lacking.
                       SUBASH'S FATHER
         Well, it won't do! I am firm in
         requiring for my exceptional son
         the bicycle, 1000 repees... and
         one ounce of gold.
                       HASARI
         That's robbery! The child of a
         rajah might be worth that, and
         I'm not even sure of that!
         Impossible!
We linger on Shambu a moment.


INT. ST. PIUS SCHOOL - HEADMISTRESSES' OFFICE - DAY
Sister Cecilia, in full habit, looks over a sheaf of
test scores.
Then she peers up at...

ANOTHER ANGLE
Manooj, seated between Hasari and Max.
                          SISTER CECILIA
         Well, indeed    I think Sister Joan
         is right --    we've got a prospect
         here. We'll     start you off with a
         few classes;    if that works out,
         we'll make a    proper student of you.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                       124.
CONTINUED:
Hasari can't believe his ears.   Manooj sits frozen.   Max
grins.

EXT. NARROW LANE - NEAR CITY OF JOY - DAY
Amrita, Subash, and Shambu heading home from the work-
shop. Shambu's cast is gone. Subash flirts with
Amrita. They see Hasari, Max, and Manooj coming toward
them. Manooj runs to them, shouting that he's going to
the school; Amrita, Subash, Shambu congratulate him...

HASARI AND MAX

Suddenly the rickshaw wheels jam. They turn to find
two men, one of whom has slammed a stick into Hasari's
spokes. Retribution, it would seem, has arrived.
The kids stop, huddle instinctively together in fear.
Our policeman disappears into a doorway as shutters
close up and down this little street. There are thugs
at both ends. No one else is visible on the street.
The two men stare at Hasari a moment, smiling. Then
one gets into the rickshaw, crosses his legs as if he
might want transport. But now he whips out a narrow
bladed knife, and still staring at Hasari, begins to
slice up the newly covered seats of the rickshaw. Max
looks around, trying to cool things.
                       MAX
         Hey, come on, don't do this.
                       VOICE
         Well, what's the problem here?
They turn, Ashoka.   Behind him, the Goonda.
                       ASHOKA
         You've become very brave of late,
         haven't you?
                       MAX
         Don't do this.
                       ASHOKA
         Oh, I do what I please. You see,
         my father's dead, I'm in charge
         now. So you will get off my
         streets, you will leave my
         country, and that clinic and
         school will close.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                     125.
CONTINUED:
                         MAX
         Why?
                       ASHOKA
         My father was weak. He let you
         and your European friend give
         these little people ideas. It's
         over.
                       MAX
         You can't do this!
He takes no more than a step at Ashoka, a hand coming up,
when he's hit hard from behind. Goes to his knees.

                         MAX
         Jesus Christ.
His hand comes away from the back of his head with blood.
He tries to rise and is hit again.
                       HASARI
                (to the kids)
         Get back! Stay back!
                       ASHOKA
         No, no, come forward.   Come.
Ashoka glides toward the petrified Amrita. The Goonda
remains unmoving, watchful. Ashoka puts out his hand
with its rings, and strokes Amrita's cheek.
                       ASHOKA
         What a little woman already, hey?
                       HASARI
         Please, don't touch her, Babu.
                       ASHOKA
         What did you say?
                       HASARI
         I said, Please, don't touch her.
Hasari glances over his shoulder, his eyes bouncing off
the Goonda's impassive face. Now, the knife comes out of
Ashoka's pocket, snaps open, glints in the light.
                       ASHOKA
         She's going to give someone a lot
         of enjoyment. Yes.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                       126.
CONTINUED:
There's a moment of unbearable tension as everyone, in-
cluding the Goonda, realizes this man is out of control.
                       ASHOKA
                (to the Goonda)
         He said 'please' didn't he?
         'Please, don't touch her?'
The Goonda stares at Ashoka... And now Ashoka reaches out
and we FOLLOW CLOSE on his hand as it moves ever so
slowly through space to settle on Amrita's breast.
And now Hasari explodes. He hits Ashoka. A hard punch
to the chest. Ashoka stumbles and falls to one knee.

The Two Thugs make    a move to come to his rescue... but a
curious thing stops    them: the Goonda's arm, outstretched
across their path,    his eyes alerting them not to proceed.
Max lurches to his    feet unsteadily.
                       ASHOKA
         Bhose, help me!
Hasari unloads a punch into Ashoka's face; Ashoka's nose
pours blood; he starts to whimper. He clutches Hasari
hard to him. Holds him. Hasari struggles, slams his
palm into Ashoka's chin, sending Ashoka to the ground,
sending the knife skidding across the ground. Hasari
grabs the knife, straddles Ashoka, about to kill. But he
can't do it.
                       HASARI
         Life is hard enough.     No more.
         Leave us alone.
Hasari backs off, leans against a wall, stares down at
Ashoka, his hands in tight against his body.
Manooj and Shambu stare at their father in awe.
Shambu sees something on the ground where the first blow
was delivered to Ashoka's chest. Everyone has moved
slightly to one side. He bends and closes his fist
around something.
The Goonda steps between Ashoka and Max and Hasari.
                       GOONDA
         You won't be bothered again.
A look from the Goonda and the Thugs vanish, leaving
Ashoka cowering in a doorway on his knees.
                                             (CONTINUED)

                                                       127.
CONTINUED:
Shutters start to open, people begin   to appear again in
doorways and windows.
Fearing for his life, Ashoka suddenly   bolts.
Max is fixed on Hasari. He lets up a    scream of exulta-
tion, his hand going out for a "five"   from Hasari. The
kids charge toward Hasari.
Then everyone freezes.
Hasari lists to his right side and blood starts to pour
from the knife wound in his abdomen under his pressing
arm.

EXT. MAX'S ROOM - UPSTAIRS BALCONY - NIGHT

From here we can see Hasari on Max's cot under "The Raft
of the Medusa" in the little room overlooking the street.
Out here, the two doctors are alone.
                         MAX
           Why don't you go on home.   I'll
           stay with him.
Sunil nods. Max grips Sunil's hand strongly. Sunil goes
down the steps. Max moves to Hasari's bedside. He
watches Hasari breathing. He looks up at "The Raft of
the Medusa."

INT. MAX'S ROOM - NIGHT (SEVERAL HOURS LATER)
A thin stream of dawn light coming through the half-
closed shutters.


FROM HERE - THE BALCONY
Through the open door, we can just see Joan, praying
quietly. Close around her, Anouar, Meeta, Surya, Marga-
reta, Poomina...

THE ROOM
Beneath "The Raft of the Medusa," Hasari Pal speaks to
his family and Max, Aloka sitting close to the bed, the
Children on the bed beside their father, and Max standing
close.
                                              (CONTINUED)

                                                     128.
CONTINUED:
                        HASARI
          A man's journey to the end of his
          obligations is a very long road.
          And you have to remember that you
          can never give up. We pray that
          life will bless us, that we will
          be kings, with possessions and
          money that we can rule over all
          around us. But it's a mist; the
          only thing that makes it possible
          to endure life is our love, one
          for the other.
A beat, the family and Max tightly bound together.   And
now we hear the dim sounds of RICKSHAW BELLS.

                        HASARI
          I was dreaming the sound of
          rickshaw bells, and now I hear
          them.
Max opens the windows.   Manooj helps his father sit up.

COURTYARD - THEIR POV
Outside, there are rickshaw pullers filling the courtyard
and spilling out into the street. When the window opens,
all the Pullers start ringing their bells and the room is
full of their music.
                        HASARI
          Are they here for me?
Unquestionably, they are.

                        HASARI
          A city so big. When we arrived,
          we didn't have a place to live, a
          friend.
He smiles.

OUTSIDE
The many hands with their ringing bells.

CLOSE ON WINDOW
The tiny figure of Shambu joins Max in the window.   Max
bends close.
                                           (CONTINUED)

                                                     129.
CONTINUED:
                       SHAMBU
                (whispering)
         Is my father going to die?
Max makes the same sound he made in the ashram at the
beginning of the movie, though this sound of dismissal
different.
                        MAX
         Get serious.

INT. RAM'S HUT - HASARI'S FACE - DAY
Hasari mirrors Max's expression of dismissal!

                       HASARI
         Get serious! I've agreed to the
         bicycle, I've agreed to the 1000
         rupees! I can go no further. I
         have nothing more to give!

OUTSIDE THE HUT
Everyone crowded around the door. From within, we DIMLY
HEAR the negotiations continue. Max approaches from the
clinic. Shambu slips down the steps from above as...
                       MAX
         How's it going?
                       RAM
         All that stands between them now
         is the ounce of gold. Max
         Daddah, Joan Di -- is she a good
         reader?
                       MAX
         What do you mean?
                       RAM
         She read this letter to me.
                ( he shows Max)
         But I think she must have read it
         wrong. She said my wife writes
         that irrigation has come to our
         village.
                       MAX
         But that's great.
                                            (CONTINUED)

                                                        130.
CONTINUED:
                          RAM
            But it means I should go home to
            my wife.
                          MAX
            I thought that's why we've been
            writing all these letters.
                          RAM
            Yes, of course, I love her from
            here, yes; but, what if I go home
            and find I don't love her from
            there.
Shambu takes him by the hand and tugs him quickly to the
edge of the tea shop. The little boy indicates Max
should bend close. Max leans down.
                          SHAMBU
            Daddy needs gold, right?
Max nods.    And Shambu brings his fist up from under the
table.

CLOSE ON SHAMBU'S HAND
He opens his hand to disclose what he scooped off the
ground during the fight: Max's necklace and Hebrew
letter.
                          SHAMBU
            Do you think this is pretend gold
            or real?


MAX AND SHAMBU
Max stares at the little boy's hopeful face.

INT. PAL'S ROOM - FLOWER
We see the fully blossomed flower in the tea caddy and
then Hasari's fingers come INTO THE FRAME. He carefully
snips the flower free of its stalk.

ANOTHER ANGLE
Amrita is dressed in the beautiful sari her father bought
her. Father and daughter are alone. He hands her the
flower and adjusts her veil tenderly.
                                               (CONTINUED)

                                                      131.
CONTINUED:
                       HASARI
         You never did belong to me. You
         were only lent to me by God until
         you marry and continue the wheel
         of life.
Amrita stares at her loving father and slowly her arms
come up around his neck, the flower against his curved
back. Tears fill Hasari's eyes, but a smile graces his
lips.

EXT. SQUARE - DAY - EARLY EVENING
The procession to the courtyard begins when a BRASS BAND
strikes up, accompanied by singing and shouting. Tiny
lights have been strung over the street. We see Max and
Manubai. Margareta and a group of children. Joan with
Poomina. Anour, Meeta, Said. Everyone who's become part
of the family is present.

EXT. CLINIC COURTYARD - DAY (DUSK)
The procession arrives and enters. Smoke from the chu-
las. Light from a half dozen lamps.
Subash and his procession make their entrance. A ritual
veil is fixed to Subash's face. The Pujari waves for
Hasari to come to his place. Hasari turns to Max.
                       HASARI
         I would be pleased if you would
         stand with me in the place of
         honor to the right of my daughter.

Deeply touched, Max nods... and the two men step for-
ward... as Subash is motioned forward by the Pujari.
Subash sits beside Amrita.

THE CEREMONY
A flame. The    shyness of bride and groom as the ceremony
proceeds with   the winding of the red thread. Hasari
looks on with   unspeakable pride, Max beside him. We see
the faces of   all our family again: Aloka, Manooj and
Shambu, Joan,   Poomina, Surya, Selima, Aristotle John,
etc.

                                                      132.
THE WHEEL
Turning. As Amrita and Subash, joined by the thread,
circle the flame... as we PULL BACK AND UP. Now we see
the clinic and school and the surrounding area, the
alleys full of people and activity. As we continue to
PULL BACK, we see the entirety of the City of Joy and
then beyond -- Calcutta, its teeming streets -- life con-
tinuing as the sun sets against an infinite sky and we
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                                          FADE OUT.


                        THE END