Taxi Driver

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Madam, your handkerchief.

- And happy hunting. - Rascal.

Isn't it time you went for your kill?

What's bothering you? You've been gone for four days.

Found someone else?

Get lost.

How about tonight?

- How much? - Allow me.

- It's one and the same. - This will end in an altercation.

- Suit yourself. - Please proceed.

- My life is in your hands. - Son of a gun.

- Picked the wallet, did you? - He's worth a hundred, I swear.

- Get lost, then. - Keep the change.

- What's the hassle? - What's your problem?

Hero, in the nick of time. Go on, take my passenger.

Take my car. Please change over.

Listen, unless you know how to fix cars, you don't get to drive.

Do it for me, will you?

Ratan Lal? The music director?

He left last year. Here's his address.

- How far is this place? - Eight, maybe ten miles.

- Ten miles away? Some other city? - New in Bombay? Take a taxi.

- I want Ratan Lal to score good music. - As a music director, he better.

Let's go and see him.

Are you going to see Ratan Lal? Take this girl along too.

Fine. Come along.

We'll take a taxi.

- Taxi, let's go. - Where to? - Juhu. - How much are you paying?

What do you mean? Aren't you running on the meter?

Engaged.

- Well, how much? - Find another cab.

- There are no cabs around. - I'm not going.

Stop playing hard to get. Just say, how much.

- Fifteen rupees. - All right. Move it.

Suckers and suckers.

- What did you say? - Nothing.

- But there's no house out here. - The house is behind the trees.

- Fifteen rupees. - Wait. We'll be back soon.

- The fare please. - I told you. We'll be back.

- We didn't discuss the return fare. - You can have five rupees more.

- How long will you take? - An hour at most. Don't worry.

Let go. I'm not coming.

Go on. Hit him.

- Hey. - Over here.

Sit in the cab.

No home?

New in Bombay?

Looking for someone? Who?

Don't cry. I'll drop you. But tell me, where?

All right, sit in the cab and cry your heart out.

Hurry up. The goons will be back.

The address.

- The goondas took all my money. - Well then?

- How am I going to pay you? - Well, how will you?

If he's at home, I'll pay you right away.

- Who is this Ratan Lal? - Music director.

A maternal uncle?

Paternal uncle? Father-in-law?

- Then? - Not related.

"Not related" is dicey.

This is the building. Come on.

Looks like this is the house.

Anybody home?

What are you up to?

That isn't going to wake him up.

He's sound asleep.

Not enough to wake him up.

- You want something? - You have visitors.

- Mr. Ratan Lal? - Who's Ratan Lal?

- Doesn't he live here? - What's the address?

- Gul Naaz Building #4. - Number four?

Your turn, is it?

This is number four.

- What are you up to? - Breaking the shoe in.

- Your have visitors. - Whom are you visiting?

- Are you Mr. Ratan Lal? - I'm Moti Lal.

- What Ratan Lal are you looking for? - Ratan Lal, music director.

- He moved out long ago. - Where to?

He could be anywhere in Bombay. But he's surely in Bombay.

In Bombay?

She walks out on her parents. She runs away to Bombay, for Ratan Lal?

- Something like that. - And she fell among thieves?

- Go back home. - My parents are dead.

My uncle was trying to palm me off for the money.

- And how do you know Ratan Lal? - He came to our village last year.

- He aprreciated my voice. - Only voice?

He said, come to Bombay. I'll give you a job. You'll make a name.

- What's your name? - Mala.

Nice name. I'm Mangal. Friends call me Hero.

- We've been to three or four places. Now what? - What am I to do?

Keys. To my pad. You sleep there. I'll sleep in the cab.

- I can't do that. - Stop arguing and move it.

- Your house? - Just a room on rent.

I imagined you're rich, and you have a house, servants...

- What made you think that? - To own a motor car, you must be rich.

- This is just a taxi. - A taxi is also a motor car.

A motor car is a rich man's slave. A taxi is the poor cabbie's provider.

Come on in.

That's where you sleep. If you're hungry, try potluck. Bolt the door.

Hello Sylvie. You're late today.

The Hero's heart-throb.

For you, I could write poetry.

- You're very late, Sylvie. - I went to The Taj.

I might land a job there.

Don't let Sylvie go to The Taj.

Just let me win at the races. I'll make this place better than The Taj.

That's nonsense. You haven't paid me in a month.

I'll double your wages once I win at the races.

For Sylvie, I'll give anything,

D'Mello speaking.

Yes, how many times must I say? That's my horse.

- Mr. D'Mello, you gave the tip away. - This time I'm winning.

- That's what you always say. - Howdy, Mr. D'Mello.

- Hi Hero. Where have you been? - Get out of my nose.

- You stink. - Who says I'm drunk?

Look, the bottle is so empty that it sounds.

Get lost.

This bottle is an heirloom.

The magic of it being, just put your finger in it, and then lick it.

So the forefathers licked it dry.

For me, the smell of it is kick enough.

Saved it.

How come he always comes to the club drunk?

Who Mastana? No. I wouldn't let him in if he's drunk.

He just looks drunk.

- That's why he's called Mastana. - How could that be?

Even the cops picked him up once.

They learned he doesn't drink. It's just a put-on.

Heady lifestyle, is it? Live it up.

Unite your heart with another heart and fall in love

Make some pleasant commitment

Why should we be ashamed? Why should we be scared?

Why should we die before living our life?

Under the shade of the drape and the colorful atmosphere...

make your life more beautiful

Springs come and Springs go

I've been waiting with open arms for so long

I'm feeling intoxicated. My life is saying that...

we should express the desires of the heart

Unite your heart with another heart and fall in love, love

Make some pleasant commitment

Remove the fear of disgrace from your heart

Change your loneliness into heaven

The desires are fresh and time is with is

So we should fill our hearts with happiness, dear

Unite your heart with another heart and fall in love, love

Make some pleasant commitment

- Get off it, Tony. - Hey Hero...

Sorry, I forgot about your share. Here's twenty.

- Keep it. - I clipped a hundred off him.

Your share is 20. Buy someone a drink.

You refuse? I'll give it to the taxi.

- A drink for the taxi? - Why not?

- Hey, I want the taxi tonight. - What for?

- What for? What do you think this is? - Cash. What else?

And it's biting me.

I won't rest till I've got rid of it

- Then let it stay in my pocket. - I have pockets, too.

But this money is ill-gotten. Left to you, you're likely...

- to lose sleep over it, and I too. - Then get lost.

- Hey listen, I want the taxi. - All right, I'll do you this favor.

- How about dropping you home? - I'd rather walk the empty streets.

I guess you deserve a lick at least.

Sweet. Let's go Tony.

Hey smart ass, get out.

- Who is it? - Get up. It's your father.

- Where's daddy? - Up here. Get up. - I thought the car was upside down.

Sorry, it was me.

Let me sleep a while longer.

Don't make me do it to you.

- What voice do I hear? - Such a sweet voice.

- Must be a confectioner's daughter. - And bitten by a honey bee?

But it's coming from your pad.

- The door is locked from the outside. - Don't you see?

- Could it be a ghost? - Just the radio.

- Radio? - Yes.

Never mind, then. How about standing me breakfast?

What happened to your eighty? The money that was biting you.

Women are treacherous.

She sings one song for me, and she takes all my eighty.

That's what puts you off to sleep?

Take this, and get out of my face for a couple of days.

- What was that? Singing practice? - I was reciting the Ramayana.

- He told me, read it every morning. - Who did? Ratan Lal? - Yes.

- And where is he? - I'm still looking.

Let's go.

Why do you put me in the back seat like a servant?

Not like a servant. Like the boss.

It's so different out here.

- You're a wag. - What's a wag?

You don't know? What do you know?

A wag is a wag.

Does one Mr. Ratan Lal live here?

What now?

Today you sleep in the room. I'll sleep in the cab.

Out here the goons will get you. Go on, don't worry about me.

If my horse wins I'll spruce up this hotel, like The Taj Mahal Hotel.

Sylvie, my love. My diamond.