The washer valve has eroded.
Yeah. Uh, well, uh, yeah. It-It-It could be that too.
- Um, uh, can you fix it? - Not cheaply.
Not cheaply. Most expensively indeed.
I was in a... I was in a tuk-tuk the other day.
It didn't seem to be taking the usual route back to the hotel.
It turned out the driver had decided to take me to another hotel...
he was sure I'd prefer.
Of course, one wants to believe that he genuinely had my welfare at heart...
and that it wasn't run by his brother-in-law.
One wants to trust in general, don't you think?
But you never really know.
I met my husband the day the fair came to town.
My girlfriend and I went on the carousel.
Her horse was fine, but when the ride started,
I felt mine give a little, as if it might collapse.
And then suddenly, I felt these arms around me,
and a voice in my ear said, "Just trust me," and I did.
Without question, till the day he died.
How wonderful.
The sale of our flat went through last week.
I had to sell it to pay off Hugh's debts.
I've been forced to get a job out here, which, in fact, I love.
Because even at Sonny's rates, I couldn't make ends meet.
Not after what happened to our life savings.
So, no, you're right. You never know.
Off you go then. Excuse me.
Off you go. Go home! Go, go!
But I've already filled this form in. I've given it to you, many times.
There is a process.
You are making an inquiry, and for each inquiry, a form must be filled in.
But it's the same inquiry I make every day.
And, therefore, the same form you must fill in.
Mrs. Ainslie.
How can you bear this country? What do you see that I don't?
Oh, the light, colors.
Smiles.
And...
And the way people see life as a... as a... as a privilege and-and not a right.
It-It teaches me something.
Is that milk pasteurized? Yes, ma'am. Very, very "posturized."
But that's not true, is it? You're lying to me just now because...
No, no. It'll be fine. Thank you.
It was a pleasant surprise to see you out and about.
Was it? Yes, yes. It's progress, I think.
I was going to the bank.
To the bank.
Not that there's any reason to think that something has changed,
but our daughter, Laura, she did promise,
and one tries to remain optimistic.
Otherwise...
Actually, I wasn't going to the bank. I was looking for you.
In fact, I think I've been looking for you for a very long time.
Mrs. Ainslie. Jean.
I'm gay.
As in... happy?
Yes, yes. Yes, of course. I see. I see.
Thank you.
What for?
For averting my complete humiliation.
As I said, this country's driving me mad.
Shall we go?
Anything? Not yet.
- How about now? - One second.
Oh!
- Good Lord! - What?
Listen.
And now...
No drip!
Oh!
No drip! High five.
No, sorry. I don't know why I did that. I've never done it before in my life.
Mrs. Ainslie. Darling.
How are you? Did you have a good day?
Well, let me tell you about ours.
Your husband of many a year,
who's never known which end of a hammer to use,
has finally managed... We have to get out of here.
- What did you say? - I can't stay in this country a moment longer.
Why? Excuse me.
Pick a reason. Pick ten. The climate, the squalor.
The poverty.
This whole trip is a grotesque fantasy.
- It's time we went home. - Who's paying for the tickets?
Look at us. A group of self-deluding old fossils...
traipsing around as if we're on some bloody gap year, humiliating ourselves.
Not us. We couldn't pay. And I don't see you asking our friends back home.
We should just face up to the truth. That we're all old. We're all past it.
That's the real truth. The raw, unvarnished fact of the matter.
All we're good for now is a beige bloody bungalow.
With a sodding panic button in the... sodding corner.
We just have to make the best of things, darling.
I really think that's the best thing to do.
Yes, well!
When I want your opinion, I'll give it to you.
♪♪
Come on. Come on. Pick up. Pick up.
Pick up. Pick up. Pick up.
Well, in that case, thank you for your call.
I'll get back to you as soon as I've discussed this with my manager.
Sunaina, I must see you.
I must. If I cannot hold you in my arms tonight, I swear I will go mad.
I yearn for you.
I burn for you.
I think it's my sister you're burning for there, Sonny boy.
Thank you, Jay. Thank you.
- Hey. - Private line, Sunaina.
Do those words mean nothing to you?
He took the phone. What could I do?
I miss you.
I miss you every moment. Come and see me. Tonight.
I cannot tonight. It's our parents' 25th wedding anniversary.
- Tell your mother that. - Come after. Come late.
You will be asleep. No, I'll be waiting.
You'll be asleep.
But I can wake you up in that special way.
- You'll sneak in? - I'm not ashamed.
No, no, no. Neither am I. Absolutely not.
There is no shame. You don't have to sneak.
Although, if you did want to be very quiet and not let anyone see,
it couldn't hurt.
Su... Sunaina?
I wanted to tell you something.
Would you tell her I was glad to come?
Glad she invited me.
Glad to meet her family... her grandmother and her kids.
She asks if you have children.
No, I looked after somebody else's.
Just this one family.
Years I was with 'em.
I ran the house. Looked after the money, did it all.
Uh... Cared for them like they were my own.
One day, they decided I needed some help.
I was grateful.
And they got this... this young woman.
And I tried to teach her.
Not just the books.
How to crisp up the bacon, the way the gentleman preferred it, you know.
And how the little one liked to have her hair brushed.
Just, you know, little things...
you only know if you really care.
Well, I... I must've done a good job.
'Cause they said I was no longer useful to them.
They thanked me for my service...
as if that was all it was.
I found, um, a flat in the end.
My problem was what to do with all the time I had.
I mean, the flat- It's so small, I can have it spotless in half an hour.
And then, you know, what am I supposed to do?
For the rest of the day?
- Give her these, will you? - Sure.
John Smith.
Mr. John Smith.
That's right. Me.
Ah, this way.
♪♪ ♪ Freak out ♪
♪ Le Freak, c'est chic ♪
♪ Freak out ♪
♪ Ahhh, freak out ♪
♪ Le Freak, c'est chic ♪
♪ Freak out ♪
♪ Have you heard about the new dance craze? ♪
♪ Listen to us I'm sure you'll be amazed ♪
♪ Big fun to be had by everyone ♪
♪ It's up to you It surely can be done ♪♪
Hello? Marigold Hotel.
Is this it?
This is it.
You're not worried about the danger of having sex at your age?
If she dies, she dies.
Progress! Progress! Mrs. Donnelly! Mrs. Hardcastle!
The wheel is turning most assuredly in our favor!
Mr. Dashwood, everybody, great news!
What is it, Sonny? They are working. They are working!
Well, that is good news. What are working?
The telephones of the Marigold Hotel. I must tell everybody.
I must tell my mother! Congratulations.
Mr. Dashwood, wait. Uh, you have a phone call.
No way they could find anything in that office.
They probably just picked an address out at random...
just to... just to keep me off their backs.
I'm sure that's what happened.
It's going to be nothing.
Don't you think it's going to be nothing?
I think you should just knock on the door and see.
Oh, I... I'm sorry to disturb you.
Um, my name is Graham Dashwood.
And, uh, many years ago...
I know who you are.
I-I-I'm... I'm sorry. I-I don't know who you are.
I'm Gaurika, the wife of Manoj.
Oh, well, I'm very pleased to meet you.
Um, if you could, uh... If you'd, uh, tell him that I called by,
I'd very much appreciate it.
What was she thinking? I beg your pardon?
His wife. Manoj's wife.
She knew who Graham was. Had he told her?
Do you think we'll find out tomorrow? Not me.
I'm heading up to the Badi Mahal Palace. I'm very excited.
I've been reading all about it. Tell me.
Well, I would if I could remember...
Please come. Nice meal. Romantic music. Please come.
We've already eaten. Thank you.
Please come. Please come.
♪♪ ♪♪
A midnight booty call, how utterly marvelous.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I don't know what your name is, but I'm incredibly sorry.
Don't be. It's the most action I've had in weeks.
- If you would just please... - Don't worry, Mrs. Hardcastle!
I can explain each and-and every thing.
Oh, my God. You're naked?
Mrs. Hardcastle, I must apologize with deep and profound sincerity.
How could you not tell me you weren't in your room?
Yes, Sunaina, to you, too, I must apologize.
Now go. Get out. I'm going to...
What is going on here? Who screamed?
No, no, no, no, no.
This is a respectable hotel, not a brothel.
You, take your things and get out. Get out.
Mrs. Hardcastle, I expected better of you.
Actually, this is exactly what I expected of you. Nevertheless...
Mrs. Kapoor, I'm Sunaina.
Since I will not be paying for your services,
your name is of no interest to me.
How do you know mine?
Because this... This is my Sunaina.
This is the girl you described to me as not too modern?
- This is getting interesting. - Mummyji, don't get the wrong idea.
Sunaina was not here to be with Mrs. Hardcastle.
She was here to have sex with me.
This is the kind of woman you are?
Okay. Each to her own.
But don't you ever tell me that you are a suitable wife for my son.
Just take your things and get out.
Sunaina?
How did it go?
I've seen the top of the mountain.
And it is good.
I saw someone yesterday.
A man I haven't seen for years.
A man that I've loved all my life.
A man? Yes.
Carry on.
I didn't know how he'd been in the meantime. I...
I-I-I didn't want to guess, really,
'cause I'd brought disgrace on him and his family,
and I imagined he might hate me.
Well, we talked all night.
Yeah, he's been happy.
He's had a peaceful life and, uh,
he's never forgotten me.
That's what he said.
Hmm.
All that time, I thought I'd sentenced him to a life of shame.
But I was the one in prison.
But not anymore.
Top of the mountain.
How was the night?
Rather special.
Oh! You are back again.
It's been quite a remarkable night all around.
First you tell me your news.
First you tell me your news and th...
Day 45. Of course, it was inevitable.
Put enough old people in the same place,
it won't be too long before one of them goes.
Graham died of a heart condition which he'd had for many years.
So he knew before he left that he would not be coming back.
He wanted to die in India.
He just didn't want any of us to know.
He kept his promise to take me to Udaipur.
Manoj wanted him to have a Hindu burial there, by the lake.
At the place they had visited together.
Not a holy place. Although, for them, perhaps it was.
It takes a long time for a body to be consumed.
Many hours for the mourners to remember their dead.
The fire must be lit at dawn,
and by sunset, there must be nothing left but ash.
Is it our friend we are grieving for,
whose life we knew so little?
Or is it our own loss that we are mourning?
Have we traveled far enough that we can allow our tears to fall?
When someone dies, you think about your own life.
And I don't want to grow older.
I don't want to be condescended to.
To become marginalized and ignored by society.
I don't want to be the first person they let off the plane in a hostage crisis.
Hello. Oh, hello.
I wondered where you'd been. We're all having a drink up top.
I went to see Gaurika, Manoj's wife.
Why?
I wanted to ask her how much she knew.
The answer is that she knew everything.
That he loved another man, that he always would.
He told her when the marriage was arranged.
They had no secrets from each other. None.
That's right, isn't it?
That has to be right.
It made me realize how much I'd failed Hugh.
What's the use of a marriage when nothing is shared?
Mrs. Greenslade.
Might I have my husband back now?
Douglas?
Forgive me. Sorry. Sorry.
Forgive me. Sorry.
She was upset.
Oh, spare me your explanation. Do you think I'm jealous?
I don't see why else you would've embarrassed me and Evelyn.
You seem to be doing a perfectly good job of embarrassing yourself.
Can you imagine how ghastly it is for everyone...
to see you mooning around after that simpering, doe-eyed ex-housewife,
taking advantage of her loneliness?
God, can you hear yourself? Can you?
Do you have any idea what a terrible person you've become?
All you give out is this endless negativity.
A refusal to see any kind of light and joy,
even when it's staring you in the face.
And a desperate need to squash any sign of happiness in me or-or-or anyone else.
It's a wonder I don't fling myself at the first kind word or gesture...
that comes my way, but I don't!
O-O-Out of some sense of dried up loyalty and respect.
Neither of which I ever bloody get in return.
I checked my e-mails.
There's one from Laura.
Are you all right?
I just want a glass of water.
That was a gin and tonic.
- I know that now. - What's happened?
Ah. Good evening, the Ainslies. How are you both?
We're particularly well. Douglas, tell them our news.
We're going home.
And so now I would ask you to loosen the strings on your purse, Mr. Maruthi,
and-and do it most rapidly.
So that phase two development...
of The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel can begin with immediate effect.
Mrs. Donnelly, I believe.
Now if you please be following me to the ground floor...
How are things at the hotel? Mr. Maruthi.
Oh, they're better. They're getting better.
You see? Profound satisfaction.
Such is the inevitable result of a prolonged stay at the Marigold Hotel.
What are those men doing? Working for me, Mr. Maruthi.
To create a home for the elderly so wonderful...
that they will simply refuse to die.
Stare death in the face and say...
What are those men doing?
Mummyji, what is going on here?
Sonny, I have spoken to your brothers. They have decided to sell the hotel.
These men are here to value the building.
They are valuing the land. My brothers don't care about the building.
They will knock it down. Well, they could wait for a month...
for it to fall down of its own accord, huh?
You joke, Mummyji, but inside, I know you're not laughing.
You don't want to see this dream destroyed. Send these people away.
No, beta, it's too late.
Mummyji, please, if I could just show you these figures...
I don't need to see them. I know they don't add up.
There is still time to turn things around. With a small injection of funds, we can...
Who is going to be trusting you with this money, huh?
You, who can't even run a chai stand? Just like your father.
Do I remind you of him so much?
Is that why you must be so cruel to me?
You think I'm being cruel?
You loved my father, and he loved this hotel.
You want to end up a broken man like him?
Just say good-bye to all this and come back to Delhi with me.
Your life will be much easier.
No. Not easier, Mummyji. Smaller.
Mrs. Donnelly. Uh, can I help you?
It depends. Do you know how to work a computer?
Mrs. Ainslie said she knew an address where I could get some things I need.
Some biscuits. She said I could get them "on the line"?
Well, I wish you luck.
The whole thing is actually tremendously exciting.
Not just getting on the plane, but getting on the plane and turning left.
Turning left?
First class.
And home in time for our 40th wedding anniversary.
We haven't quite decided how to mark the occasion.
Perhaps a minute of silence.
Yes. Okay. Okay, sir.
I've confirmed your appointment for tomorrow morning at 10:00. Thank you.
Now, Mr. Maruthi... Mrs. Donnelly, please.
Call me Bhanuprakash.
Too small. One large should fit us all, I think.
Actually, I think I'll walk.
Apparently, they're getting ready for some festival.
Perhaps y-you'd like one of us to accompany you?
I'm happy to walk with you. - No, no, no, I'm fine.
I'm so pleased about your daughter's success and that it's all worked out so well.
Thank you.
Darling? Darling.
It's me.
I just wanted to hear your voice.
Oh, no. No, sorry. I didn't even think about the time.
How are you? And Polly and the... How are the boys?
Oh. Good. Good. I'm glad you've been reading it.
Yes. Yes, I made a few very good friends.
No, I'm fine. Of course I am. I'm fine.
Time's up in there, madam.
Um, I think the money's running out.
So I'll call you again, um, at another time.
Okay. Bye, darling. I'll call you again soon. Bye.
Sonny.
Sonny!
Mrs. Greenslade, where are the others?
They're on their way back to the hotel. What's the matter?
I-I wanted to warn you of the most momentous changes that are occurring.
Absolutely all of them, without question, for the very positive.
What are you talking about?
I am delighted to announce the closing of The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.
And the joyful return of all its inhabitants to their home country.
What?
Please relax in the knowledge that your journey home...
has been arranged and paid for by the hotel.
Our journey here was arranged and paid for by the hotel and look how that went.
I'd rather walk back to England.
I'd rather not go back at all.
Go back where?
And for myself, the news is even better.
I shall be moving to Delhi to live with my mother.
And, furthermore, I shall be wed to a most suitable person of her choice,
whom I look forward very much to meeting before I spend the rest of my life with her.
Didn't you have a girlfriend? She is my girlfriend no longer.
This is a disaster.
No, no. Then we must treat it just the same as we would treat a triumph, madam.
Is that not what your Mr. Kipling tells us?
Although, of course, here we have a problem,
because I, Sunil Indrajit Kapoor, have never had a triumph.
So, of course, I do not know how to treat one.
No, all I've had is a constant series of disasters...
interspersed with occasional catastrophe, an unending stream of total...
Sonny, do you love her? Sunaina?
Most deeply. Have you told her you love her?
It is because I love her that I must not tell her.
She can do so much better than me, madam.
Women love it when you say that kind of thing. It's a powerful aphrodisiac.
Really? No, of course not.
Go and find her at once, before she starts to believe you and you lose her forever.
You can have anything you want, Sonny.
You just need to stop waiting for someone to tell you you deserve it.
My God. Or you can just go on failing yourself and hurting...
Mrs. Greenslade, stop drilling.
You have struck oil, madam!
I asked him to come and stay with me.
Is that wise? I'm not sure he's trained.
You think it's too soon.
It doesn't matter what I think. It is too soon.
At our age, we can't afford the luxury of taking it slow,
and it's either this or he goes home and...
I wish you both the very best.
You haven't met anyone? Single by choice.
Just not my choice.
I actually think it might be over.
For me. With men.
And if that's gone,
I'm not quite sure what's left.
Did you know Norman brought pills the first night he stayed with me?
It obviously did the trick.
They fell out of his pocket, and I didn't want it to be like that.
So I swapped them. He went all night on two aspirin.
It's never over.
Can you make sure that small bag goes in the back with me?
In the back, yes? In the back. Do you understand?
Excuse me.
Would you rather not see him?
My wallet. I-I've forgotten my wallet.
I'm so... I'm so sorry. I won't... I won't be a minute.
She's not back yet.
Ah.
Right.
Well, then perhaps you could tell her that I said,
um, good-bye.
False alarm. I, uh... I had it all the time.
Let's go.
While I have you on the phone, madam, can I talk to you about our special offers?
This is a particularly good time to be thinking of taking advantage...
of our new and improved system.
Sunaina!
Hey, what's going on?
Sonny?
I need to see Sunaina.
Her shift's not over. And when it is, she doesn't want to see you.
Jay.
You... You are the son my mother wished I was.
An intelligent man with a strong head for business.
You see things as they are and not as you wish them to be.
So fuck off out of my way!
Or you can give her a message.
Tell her from me what I should have told her the day we met.
What I will announce to anyone who asks and many who do not.
Including your mother? Including my mother?
- His mother. - Your mother.
I will tell every mother in the land.
What will you tell them? What will you tell them?
The only thing that matters in this world.
That I love you and always will.
And by "you" I mean Sunaina, Jay, not you.
Although if you are to be my brother-in-law, I hope we can become better friends.
Why is he only saying this now?
You ask him.
Why are you only saying this now?
Because, Sunaina,
love of my life, no more will I believe that I'm not worthy.
For only by loving you as you deserve will I become so.
It's funny. They call this rush hour, and yet nothing actually moves.
Well, it's not that... funny.
Where do you think you're going? You may well ask.
We're moving in together, Mrs. D.
- Already? - That point's been made.
The hotel is closing, Mrs. Donnelly.
It doesn't have to.
I've been going over the accounts.
May I?
Mummyji.
Mummyji, do you remember what my father used to say?
That nothing happens unless first we dream.
And I have dreamt, Mummyji, and like him, I have failed.
The Marigold Hotel is crumbling to dust, and it turns out I can live with that.
But the one thing I will not do is live without this girl.
This is Sunaina Shantanu Palawar.
The woman I love and wish to marry.
I'm very pleased to meet you, Mrs. Kapoor.
No, Sonny. I forbid it.
I forbid this match.
Utterly and completely. Do you hear me?
This can't happen.
What is he saying?
Um...
He says that he's been with this family for as long as he can remember.
And that he remembers another fight.
Between two young people and their parents.
And he remembers the moment when the young man...
stood up to his mother and said... And said...
"Yes, I want to marry this woman.
Yes, she comes from a different community,
but she's smart and she's beautiful,
and I love her."
I don't know who he's talking about.
Sunaina, I may have no right to judge,
but I have a mother's right to worry.
Take care of my favorite son.
Sorry. I'm not clear now. Am I staying or going?
Well, it depends how you read the accounts. - The accounts?
It turns out the original plan for the hotel is good.
It works. Just not in the hands of a lunatic.
I knew that plan was good.
What the place needs is money.
And guests, starting with the ones that are already here.
Unfortunately, my investor, Mr. Maruthi, has decided that,
while he greatly admires my endeavors...
- He's reconsidered. - You spoke to him?
So long as there's somebody sane to help the manager.
No. The manager needs no help, madam.
Sonny.
Hmm.
- The manager needs a little help. - So will you stay?
- I'd like to. - In the shack on the roof?
We have a... a double room,
bathroom en suite, and a fully working door.
Mr. Dashwood, as you know, has recently checked out.
Oh.
Mrs. Hardcastle, you'll stay.
- On my own? - I know you're off your game, dear.
Lost your confidence maybe.
But, you know, you are a thoroughbred. You'll be back.
What about you, Mrs. Greenslade?
What about me, Mrs. Donnelly?
We haven't talked much, have we? You and I.
My loss, evidently.
Will you stay?
I'm not sure what I shall do.
Nothing here has worked out quite as I expected.
Most things don't.
But, you know, sometimes what happens instead is the good stuff.
Don't you have work to go to in the morning?
Yes.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
If I can stand on my own two feet, I'm sure you can too.
Who's the new assistant manager?
Mr. Maruthi had me in mind.
You thinking of applying for the job?
Oh, chair, please.
That's quite enough exercise for one day.
Office.
Oh, steady.
Oh!
♪♪
This is absolutely ridiculous.
We could be here for hours. There's no way we'll get out of here.
- Well, maybe there is. - You!
Can you get us to the airport?
Sorry. Long way. Sore legs. Not possible.
I'll give you everything I have.
Okay, step right in, let's go.
Can you get our cases out, please?
Come on, Douglas. Come on, Douglas, come on.
- Sorry, no manage people and cases. - What?
It's not possible, madam. Two persons, no cases. One person and cases.
Well, how about if I give you something else? I'll give you my watch.
Sure. Thanks. But still it's not possible, madam.
We'll get another flight. Let's go back to the hotel and leave in the morning.
No. Jean, he can't do it. You heard what he said.
- He can do one person and cases. - Yeah, but...
Could fate find a better way to tell us what we need to hear?
- Which is what? - That it's over.
That it's been over for a long, long time.
This is not the time to talk about this. Let's wait until we get home.
I have to go, Douglas.
I won't let you.
No. You'll come after me.
You'll chase me to the airport, tell me everything will be fine.
But please don't.
Because the truth is...
The truth is we both deserve more than we've had.
And it's just because of your...
kindness and your...
your loyalty that you won't admit it.
I'll be all right.
I'm turning left.
Good-bye, Douglas.
♪♪
Day 51.
The only real failure is the failure to try.
And the measure of success is how we cope with disappointment.
As we always must.
We came here and we tried.
All of us in our different ways.
Can we be blamed for feeling that we are too old to change?
Too scared of disappointment to start it all again?
We get up in the morning.
We do our best.
Nothing else matters.
You're still here. I-I-I missed the plane.
What about Jean? She didn't.
I had... I had quite an interesting night actually.
I-I met the same, um, taxi driver,
but this time I let him take me to his brother's hotel.
Wh-Which turned out to be less of a hotel and more of a...
more of a brothel really.
And they... And they gave me this pipe, said it was apple tobacco.
But that's not what they called it when I was a student.
So-So I made my excuses and left.
Uh, I need... I needed time to... think.
This city at night is extraordinary.
I think the apple tobacco helped probably.
I'm going to be late for work. Right.
Um...
What time do you finish? I get back about 5:00.
Teatime. Yes.
How do you take it? With a little milk.
All right.
But it's also true that the person who risks nothing...
does nothing, has nothing.
All we know about the future is that it will be different.
Just your signature, please.
Thank you. Enjoy your stay.
Welcome. Please.
This is a building of the utmost character.
But perhaps what we fear is that it will be the same.
So we must celebrate the changes.
Thank you.
Because, as someone once said, everything will be all right in the end.
And if it's not all right, then trust me...
It's not yet the end.
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