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Script of Dev Benegal's Road, Movie. The screenplay was selected for the L’Atelier section at the Cannes Film Festival 2006.

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raoD maUvaI(Road, Movie) (beneath the diamond sky) original screenplay by Dev Benegal Official Selection Festival de Cannes 2006 Atelier du Cannes

draft dated August 15, 2008 Independence Day

Property & Dev Benegal

2005

dev@devbenegal.com www.augustentertainment.com WGA# 132208

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AN OPEN FIELD, PRESENT DAY -- DAWN SILENCE. A barren field. Cracked dry earth.

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A cloth stretches across, forming a gigantic cinema screenblowing in the wind. A movie image flickering on it. OPJ- 60's with thinning hair, stares at it transfixed. His eyes hollow with a sense of loss. The wind picks up- growing stronger and stronger. cloth billows and breaks free from it's moorings. image flickers in a world between. The The

OPJ chases the screen as it floats away across the open field. He gives up helplessly and watches it become a speck in the sky and turns to the green truck behind him. 2 EXT. ROOFTOP -- DAWN VISHNU, in his 20's dressed sharply- straight out of a magazine looks across the blue rooftops of ALWAR. Dawn in this small town in modern day Rajasthan, India is always spectacular. But it seems to have no effect on him. He spots the green truck pull into the parking lot of the decrepit cinema next door. He pulls himself together and trudges down to work. 3 INT. SMALL WORKSHOP, PRESENT DAY -- MORNING VISHNU stares blankly at his father's open palm. ATMA- 60's has thick hair slicked back. He pours thick green oil on his palm. VISHNU hears the glug, glug sound of oil pouring. It overwhelms everything else as we see VISHNU'S world come alive. ATMA sniffs the bouquet of oil like a fine wine and shoves it under VISHNU'S nose. ATMA Smell this, Vishnu. Get to know it. It's your future. VISHNU chokes. ATMA (CONT'D) Now what do we say? A full head of hair... go on... VISHNU (reluctantly) And everything else is an illusion. ATMA smiles and points to the empty cartons. 3 2

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CONTINUED: VISHNU'S eyes sweep across the small workshop. Rows of old style glass bottles marked HAIR OIL create a claustrophobic feel. Two old elderly MEN sit on the floor and grind suspicious looking flowers, leaves and herbs. Oil of different kinds is being prepared. VISHNU picks up up a bottle with his finger tips. Making minimum contact, BUT the oil flows onto his hands. He wipes his hands with a cloth. It's greasy. More oil on his hands. He curses under his breath. He takes a fresh cloth, holds each bottle carefully, avoiding all contact and fills the cartons.

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EXT. STREETS OF ALWAR -- MORNING VISHNU drives their old Vespa. ATMA rides pillion.

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VISHNU looks quite the dude; Ray Ban's, Red tab Levi's, Nike T-Shirt. He's got the labels right. But the bike is out of control. ATMA holds on for dear life. Trying to save his own life and the cartons of hair oil nestled between them. 5 INT. CONVENTION HALL IN A 2-STAR HOTEL -- CONTINUOUS VISHNU'S eyes take in middle aged men in all sizes and shapes, talking passionately about grooming productsshampoo, conditioners, gels, sprays, mousse, herbs... It's a convention of hair oil salesmen. VISHNU hears the sloshing sound of hair oil. It overwhelms him. He inches towards the exit, attempting to slip away. ATMA yanks him back. disgust. He stares at his tousled hair in 5

ATMA Oil your hair. Be a man. at me.

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VISHNU'S eyes focus instead on the TV set in the corner. He tunes in to the news flash. NEWSREADER ON TV Drought conditions in Alwar continue. Law enforcement agencies are cracking down on the water mafia who have blocked supply to our city and raised the price of water. Later we'll be telling you what you can do to save water...

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CONTINUED: On stage the convention PRESIDENT, in a bright business suit trying to look sophisticated speaks in platitudes. PRESIDENT The future is staring at us. Let's embrace it. With new ideas, new products. Like the Chinese. (pause) Forget the past. It's another country. ATMA tries to catch the eyes of buyers. But they just ignore his display and walk past. The bottles lie unsold.

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EXT. CONVENTION HALL IN A 2-STAR HOTEL -- LATER They silently pack their product and make their way out.

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INT. SMALL WORKSHOP -- DAY OPJ sits across the table. His head in a baseball cap. He removes his cap to reveal thinning hair. OPJ Find a solution Atma. This new stuff just doesn't work for me. ATMA inspects his thinning scalp like a skin specialist. OPJ (CONT'D) I leave tomorrow. Found a buyer for my truck. Atam looks at him questioningly. A museum. Good money? OPJ (CONT'D) ATMA

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OPJ shakes his head sideways- comme ci comme ca ATMA (CONT'D) Better than a dump yard, huh. (pause) And... you're driving? OPJ Sick of staring at the television all day long. ATMA nods in agreement. ATMA Give me a day. I'll come up with something special for you.

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ON THE FLOOR -- LATER There's an oil slick. VISHNU takes of his shoes and treads across carefully. But slips and falls. Oil covers his clothes and face. The old worker smirks.

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INT. VISHNU'S BATHROOM -- CONTINUOUS VISHNU under the trickling shower, scrubs the oil out. His MOTHER screams from outside. MOTHER Don't waste the water! I still have to do the wash. There's a drought in case you don't know. VISHNU looks towards the sound. And then opens the faucet. FULL. There's a hollow gurgle. NO water. VISHNU panics. He coaxes a drop out. And suddenly water gushes out. He lets it run and run and run.

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EXT. VISHNU'S ROOM -- CONTINUOUS VISHNU steps out wrapped in a towel. His SISTER is maniacally texting on her phone. He shoos her out. Alone, he scrubs himself dry. He looks in the mirror. He's looking good. He's feeling good. He reaches for a comb. His hand brushes a bottle. It falls. And that hideous, viscous green oil oozes out; rushing towards VISHNU. VISHNU recoils. And slowly steps back out of his room.

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INT. ATMA'S HOME -- NIGHT It's a simple meal like their austere home. is clearly just making ends meet. ATMA Vishnu, I've got it. answer. Here's the The family

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Suddenly the lights go out. There's a collective groan. There's a hubbub to get the candles. The MOTHER shoots out instructions- clearly the one in control of this home. The candles bring a warmth to the dinner table. ATMA (CONT'D) OK now listen carefully. Two for one. OK, three for one. Repackage it in red. Green. Sell it at colleges. To people who are young. It's cool. No, it cools your head. Gives virility. (MORE) (CONTINUED)(English Language Version) 8-14-08

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CONTINUED: ATMA (CONT'D) (pause) To women, it's calming... No to the middle aged. Stops hair fall, it's medicinal, is an aphrodisiac... the possibilities are endless... VISHNU stares at his father. ever so stubborn. He's a pathetic sight but

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ATMA leans back and stretches his arms. ATMA (CONT'D) Get to know your customer. That's the new way to do business. Eye to eye. Door to Door. VISHNU tries his best to nod. ATMA (CONT'D) That's what you'll do. Sell the oil, door to door. VISHNU chokes. His SISTER tries to suppress a smirk. But it's hard. The more she tries the more she fails. Finally she can't control herself and begins to laugh. ATMA glares at his daughter. The MOTHER stares at her daughter and then begins to laugh slowly.... and then uncontrollably. VISHNU squirms in his chair. 12 EXT. CINEMA THEATRE -- DAY VISHNU- gingerly holds a bottle between his fingertips and makes his way towards OPJ and his son UDAY. A large film billboard dangles at an angle from the roof. A new billboard rises to replace it. The sign reads: "Orange County. 7 Star Luxury Apartments. Maid Service & Housekeeping so you won't have to lift a finger. Non Stop Power, Swimming Pools, Health Club, Sauna. Your home is now a hotel. Pamper yourself all your life." A few nattily dressed real estate developers smile. The green truck stands by the side. It's old; a 1943 Chevy, rounded bonnet not in fashion and certainly not in present day ALWAR. VISHNU hands a bottle of oil to OPJ. He smells it and chokes. And then nods in approval. VISHNU ekes out a reluctant smile. UDAY can't suppress his smirk. VISHNU ignores him. (CONTINUED)(English Language Version) 8-14-08

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CONTINUED: DEVELOPER And the truck, shall I scrap that too? OPJ ignores him. The DEVELOPER holds up his cell phone.

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DEVELOPER (CONT'D) It's all on this now. UDAY smiles in agreement. OPJ'S glare stops them in their tracks. He pats the flank of the truck fondly and steps up on the footboard. OPJ What would you know? It's a Chevy 1943. I fitted it with two German Bauer movie projectors and made it a cinema on wheels. The ultimate home theater. Gigantic screen, big sound, cool breeze, open air... (pause) It was cool, had style... The DEVELOPER realises he's over stepped. DEVELOPER Oh no sir. You'll always be a pioneer. Ahead of your times sir. The DEVELOPER hands out a cheque. DEVELOPER (CONT'D) Alwar will change. Trust me, this is the future. OPJ looks away. 13 UDAY intervenes and deftly accepts it. 13

EXT. BLUE STREETS OF CITY -- MORNING VISHNU jogs. Negotiating the bustling narrow blue streets.

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EXT. CINEMA THEATER -- CONTINUOUS The film billboard has vanished. The "Orange County" billboard stands in solitary splendor. VISHNU spots OPJ with