Yeh Ballet

Who's the King of Mumbai?

Let's go.

Who's the King of Mumbai?

Who's the King of Mumbai?

Get lost!

Watch out! Aunties are here!

How many times must we tell you? We have work to do.

Clear off!

Who's the King of Mumbai?

THIS BALLET

These rascals don't listen!

Bringing their friends here, troubling us all the time.

A true Muslim doesn't take part in the festivals of other faiths.

But, Uncle, blood is the same color, isn't it?

Asif, son...

All right,

when they come for your blood, don't come running to me.

Teach your son some respect!

Or he'll be buried before his time.

Good-for-nothing!

-How much? -10.

I'll take it. Here!

-Give one to him. -What's wrong, Uncle?

You're all a bunch of louts.

Take this.

I'm not scared of my elder brother. But we must respect him.

Of course you're scared.

Tell father no one is an infidel. We're all brothers.

Don't we follow the Sufi saint Shama Niyazi's teachings?

There's a time and place for arguing.

Don't forget we're surviving thanks to your uncle's help.

When I'm older, we won't need him.

We'll be happy if you just stay out of jail.

Shorty ripped it!

Our Shorty's become a Spider-Man!

My man! Killer! Deadly!

He's glowing!

You're killing it!

Went to a salon?

No. Your father tried his hand.

Hey, child, turn, turn...

Looks like his head got stuck in a toilet bowl.

His head was jammed in for an hour.

Then the fire brigade guys showed up and had to...

cut his head out.

Hey, moron! This is called golden yellow.

Shit's golden yellow too.

Point, boss!

Change your name from Jeevan to Shitvan.

Look who's laughing, you rookie.

I dance hip-hop. I'm allowed.

Is it a municipality rule? Only hip-hop dancers can have two toned hair?

It should suit you, no?

My head, my hair. To hell with you lot!

Who's this new bird?

Man! What a dancer!

No hip-hop hair like yours.

Let's see you brag now, monkey.

Slimeball!

Sure you're good, Asif,

but to match up with him, you still have miles to go.

Yup!

See the motherfucker move!

He's on the next level, man.

-He didn't fall over like our Shorty did. -Yes!

Oh, wow!

He's your choice? You like him?

Ladies and gentlemen...

the finalists on Jump India are...

Alisha...

Neil.

Last but not least...

Kavya!

May I please request our respected judges to come on stage?

-Have we forgotten something? -I think so.

"Destiny's Hat."

How could I forget?

"Destiny's Hat" goes to the person who set the dance floor on fire.

But...

...he or she

that showed the most potential, but did not make it to the next round.

So... the king of Destiny's Hat is...

Nishu!

-Congratulations, Nishu. -Thank you.

Come on, everybody!

I thought you deserved to be in the finals, Nishu,

but I was overruled by my esteemed colleagues.

Congratulations! I hope this Destiny's Hat changes your destiny.

-Congratulations. -Thank you.

I believe dreams and hard work are two sides of the same coin.

Fate sides with the person...

who works 24/7 to fulfill his dreams...

whether he's the son of an industrialist or a taxi driver.

-Where'd you learn all this? -The mobile.

The mobile? Really?

Wow! Okay!

We charge 5,000 a month.

We offer funk jazz, lyrical jazz, hip hop, classical ballet.

You can learn it all.

With some training, you could reach the stars.

But I'm not that loaded.

It's not my ID card! Keep it.

A famous American is coming to teach.

Saul Aaron.

Your life will change.

Think it over. All the best.

-How was your test? -Aced it!

Huh!

-Where did you see the show? -At Pinto's.

-The whole show? -End to end!

Liked it?

I'm sure the judges were bribed.

Hey... Stop whispering and hang the clothes out!

Did you buy your sister's medicines?

Congrats!

-Your son was great on TV today. -On what?

On that TV dance program. Nishu won the Destiny's Hat in that.

At least someone's escaped this hole.

NISHITA - SARI FALL, BLOUSE, AND PETTICOAT STITCHED HERE

Papa, you're home early.

So your son was a star on TV?

Where's that hat?

What's it for?

It changes your destiny.

Just like Aladdin's lamp?

Does your destiny change if you wear it?

Should've got one for me too.

Why slog day and night driving a taxi?

No, Papa. Only talent wins this hat.

-And Nishu is so-- -To hell with the hat! Will it feed him?

-Will it feed his wife and kids? -He's not even married!

Who'll pay for your medicines?

He's as big as a horse. He could help.

Your papa's right.

This is your chance. You decide. It's your call.

Move!

Your son got a standing ovation on India's biggest dance show.

They all clapped for him, Ma.

So should I clap too?

-Where's the soap? -Bringing it!

Ignore them!

He who fears, dies.

- Slimeball is gonna fall over. - Going, going...

What's up, Shorty? Cassette got stuck?

You're all a bunch of wimps!

Who did he call a wimp?

Yeah, who?

Go on. Show him!

The pipe belongs to the municipality. Don't dent it.

Who asked you to try, fatso?

-My arm is broken. -Let's help him up.

Mr. Saul?

Yes, I am Saul, and you are two hours late.

I'm extremely very sorry, sir. Too much traffic.

Metro digging, here digging, there digging.

In all of Mumbai digging, digging.

Please this way, sir. We are late.

Welcome to India, sirji! Namaste.

You know all foreigners first word learn "Namaste."

Shut up and keep your eyes on the road!

You're two hours late, and all you do is talk and talk.

I'm not a tourist. Fuck your Namaste!

Latif Bhai! Good luck!

Sir! Slowly.

Slowly, sir.

Sir, your room, sir.

My battery's dead. I need a phone.

Reception area is closed, sir.

Phone call only in the morning, sir.

Anything to eat? Food?

Sir, this time it is too much late, sir.

All shop, market, hotel, all closed, sir.

-Water? -Tap water, sir.

Water bottle, cold drink are locked in reception fridge, sir.

Manager taking key.

But, sir, any problem, my name is Latif, sir.

You are welcome to India, sir. Namaste.

-Fuck off! -Enjoy your trip, sir.

Saul, why won't you believe me? It was a genuine mistake.

This Israeli guesthouse was your idea?

-Sorry, boss. -Got shit on your face?

He told me about it. He thought that maybe the first night,

you'd be more comfortable with your own kind.

My own kind? Do I look like an Israeli hippie backpacker?

Boss, he's mental! A real nutcase. Why humor him?

His white skin will attract students.

Would I bother with his white ass otherwise?

Saul... it was... a genuine mistake.

You know what is most genuine mistake? Is that I come here!

I want to speak to the boss.

I'm the boss. Okay? There is no other boss.

The boss is on a world tour.

Who recruited you? I did! I'm the boss.

This is not your company!

My contract not with you.

Not even a dog wants him there. Here he acts like he's Elvis Presley.

What did you say?

He thinks you look like Elvis Presley.

Great having you!

-Take him to his flat. -Okay, boss.