Bombay Rose (2019) - full transcript

BOMBAY ROSE is a beautiful hand-painted animation created by award winning animator Gitanjali Rao. Amidst the bustle of a magnetic and multifaceted city, the budding love between two dreamers is tested by duty and religious divides.

Your first mistake…

was that you assumed you could survive.

Your second mistake

was that you assumed I was dead.

But as long as scumbags like you exist,

death itself won't be able to kill me!

Hey, you!

What the hell! Is this a joke?

They censored the kiss!

They've ruined it!

-Rascals.
-You should demand a refund!



-I want a refund!
-They always censor kissing.

-We paid a lot of money.
-We won't come here again.

Play it again!

We want to watch it!

-Show us the kiss!
-Come on!

I need the fresh stuff!

Shanta, let's go!

Come on! Let's go! Let's get moving!

Hey, don't sit! Hand me those baskets.

Yeah! How many kilograms is it?

Kamala, stop worrying about it!

I'm here to take care of Tara.
Don't worry. Just go.

And Samir will be
with his best friend as well.

Take my advice, don't get caught up
in the hassles of marriage.



Are you seeing someone?

Let me know if there's someone.
I'll talk to him.

Sister!

Firecracker!

Look! I aced my test! Check it out!

Well done!

You deserve a prize, Firecracker.

-It's Tara.
-Firecracker.

Tara!

My little Firecracker!
Would you like some ice cream?

Don't spoil her, please.

One ice cream won't spoil her.
Right, Firecracker?

Tara!

Firecracker!

-Will Samir have ice cream as well?
-I've locked him up in our home.

Why?

-Because of the police.
-Why?

-Because they were rounding up kids today.
-Why?

Kids who work and don't go to school
get picked up by the police.

And then?

They are rounded up and put in jail.

It's a remand home, not jail.

-Will they catch me as well?
-What?

-Why would they catch you?
-I work as well, right?

Really? What do you do?

I clean the house, do the dishes,
make tea, fill water--

She's a smart girl!

Oh, no!
Mrs. D'Souza must be waiting for me.

-What about the ice cream?
-I'll eat it later with Samir.

Easy, Tara. Don't run.

Tara will be a lot of trouble.

Well, so is Samir, right? Big deal.

They're kids, after all.

The River Rewa dwells in my eyes

The river abides in my eyes

Colors that speak of olden lore

Perfumes that permeate still do endure

Lead me by my hand

Into those fragrant times of yore

The River Rewa dwells in my eyes

Hey, babe.

I need two pictures of you.

One for the form…

and the other to keep in my pocket.

They need two photos
at the passport office, darling.

Those guys are damn fussy.

I just saw your little sister.

Fifth grade at St. Andrew's.

I know.
I've been told it's an expensive school.

Why waste a lot of moola?

She's grown up. She should be working.

Stay away from her.

Why are you snapping at me?

It's for your own benefit.

If not now, do it next year.

I'll stay away from her.

I swear to God.
But what if she comes to me herself?

Hey, no!

Stop the truck, please!

No! Stop!

He's safe.

I thought…

Lucky cat!

You saved his life.

You're a hero.

So, I was saying…

Do you know what happened?

What happened at school?
What happened after?

I'll tell you.

Someone stole my rose yet again.

Are you blind?

You're always napping on the job!

God will never forgive you.

BOMBAY WATCH REPAIRS

I wonder what it is about the sea…
that makes people throng the beaches.

To ponder over their dreams?

That could be done anywhere.

Why come to the sea?

Dreams have no boundaries there.

I had big dreams for you.

I wanted you to finish your studies…
and get married--

There you go again.

Little dreams might look grand
with those magnifying glasses, right?

You haven't been to the sea
in a while, right?

You haven't either.

Through my magnifier,
a small drop looks like the sea.

But you should go there.

The river…

The river dwells in my eyes

The blue sea is your abode, O river!

Why do you turn away?

The River Rewa dwells in my eyes

-How much?
-A hundred rupees for ten.

-I'll pay you 50.
-You can only smell them for 50.

-You'll have to pay 100 for the flowers.
-I'll take the pink ones.

Here you go.

The thorns are free.

Delivery will not be possible.
Satya has been picked up.

Hello, Mr. Mishra.

-Who picked up Satya?
-The same old child-protection police.

The kid was put in jail for working.

When he scraped by on the streets
like a stray puppy, no one cared.

The moment I gave him a job,
the police took him away.

The handicrafts guy, Aamir,
stopped taking my calls.

When there's a vacancy, he'll call you.

But he promised me a job.

It costs nothing to make promises.

"To each his own" is the rule here.

He is from my village.

In Bombay, everyone is a Bombayite.

Origins don't matter.

How long will you depend on Aamir?

Start your own business.

Right now, a job is all I can aim for.

Can you give this to the watchmaker?

-Where's Satya?
-The child-protection police took him.

What's your name?

Salim.

Salim, the Mughal prince?

Where are you from?

Kashmir.

-You left paradise for earth?
-It's not a paradise anymore.

It's a little below heaven
and a little above hell.

-You mean Bombay is hell?
-No way.

This is paradise. Bollywood paradise!

Tell Mishra to put it on my tab.

Go on, light it.

The watchmaker has asked you
to put it on his tab.

I have stopped keeping his accounts now.

The old man is from our village.

He and both his granddaughters
were in great trouble.

His son was an alcoholic and a gambler.

He married his elder daughter off
to an aging rich man.

Well, he literally sold her off.

The poor old man
couldn't stand her misery.

So, he ran away
with both his granddaughters.

Initially, it worked out well for them.

The girls started school.
Business was good.

But as the saying goes,

"Good times don't last forever."

He's been an invalid since then.

Now the elder granddaughter
is the breadwinner.

Can I have a garland?

You have no source of income.
How will you take care of my daughter?

-Father, I will die without him.
-Shut up!

And you should come back to me
only when you have a job.

Razia, I got a job!

I can't wait to tell your dad about this.

No one can stand in the way of our love.
No one. Not even God himself!

Darkness

Darkness

Darkness

Spread like black tresses

The sky, her hair, she graces
With garlands of stars so bright

O moon, why do you envy her light?

And sigh deeply into the night

The River Rewa dwells in my eyes

The River Rewa

My Rewa

Dwells in my eyes

My house is in Curtorim Salcette

My name is Rozalyn

Red rose is what they call me

When they see me in the village

In Walkeshwar, I work

In a Parsi's large bungalow

And when I walk down the street

Young boys pursue me

Some bring me chocolate

Some want to take me to the movies

Some waste my time on the beach

Some flaunt their money

Run. The cops are here. Run!

-Okay, boss!
-Careful. Be quiet.

Hey, get the ladder!

Hey, Thambi.
We heard you have kids working here.

There are no kids.

Shut up, liar.
Bhosle, go check the kitchen.

Sir, a little something for you.

Sir! I've found one!

Hey!

FLOUR MILL

Did you see a kid running?
White shirt, shorts…

Yes, I did. He went that way.

Sister!

Sister, didn't I tell you
about the hero yesterday?

The guy who saved the cat. It's him.

Good! What's your name, hero?

He can't hear or speak.

I was screaming loudly,
but he couldn't hear me.

Watch this.

See?

He didn't even hear the police--

-Police?
-Yeah.

The ones the auntie mentioned.
The police who round up kids.

Oh, I see. Does he work somewhere?

Yeah. I saved him from the police today.

He saved the cat, and I saved him.

Now, he'll live with us,
not in a remand home.

No way!
We'll get in trouble because of him.

I'll drop him back. Let's go.

No! He's not going anywhere. Please!

The police will arrest him.

Please, sister!

-Tara, that's enough.
-No!

-Let go.
-Let him stay, please.

Let go of him.

Current meteorological news.

Bombay and nearby areas
may see strong winds

and high tides in the next 24 hours.

People are warned to stay indoors.

Fishermen are advised to not go
into the sea for the next 24 hours.

-This concludes this news bulletin.
-Grandpa, what should we do?

What can I say?
Drop him off where he came from.

Sister, I don't want ice cream.

Can we let him stay here for a day?

Just for a day.

Dear, Rewa

It dwells in my eyes

My heart brims with love

My heart brims with love

Like a well with sweet water

He who drowns in love

He who drowns in love

Knows its sweetness

Like no other

What have you done? Get lost!

-If he ever comes here again--
-Don't go there.

There, never.

Bloody Johnny Walker!

You? What happened?

You got fired?

What do we do now?

No, my sister will be upset.

I can't take you home.

Hey, listen! Wait!

No.

With all its pride and all its valor

Bumblebee hovers upon the flower

Stop it if you may, halt it if you may

They didn't take him back, right?
Just a few more days. That's all.

Thank you, sister!

The heart will nevertheless wander

Through ages gone, through ages beyond

Its tales of love will fly forever

The River Rewa dwells in my eyes

The river dwells in my eyes

He's a Muslim. Do not forget.

What's the problem?

They can have a Hindu wedding
as well as a Muslim one.

Silly girl!
That just happens in fairy tales.

Two weddings.

But in reality,
there could be two signatures.

One on the papers,
and the other, here on my heart, sweetie.

Listen, you'll have a great life in Dubai.

And my advance? I won't leave without it.

I wouldn't let you.

If you get paid, it means I get paid.

We go fifty-fifty. Got it?

Half of you and half of me
will complete us both.

I happened to see your Romeo.

Did you tell him you're already married?
Or should I?

Careful, Salim.

She's Hindu.

Who? The jasmine?

You know what I mean, right?

Champa, Chameli, Gulab… all Hindu names.

When did I say that?

Give me milds.

Gulab could be a Muslim name.
Like Gulab Khan.

What about Gulab Singh?

Or Gulab Chand?

And what about Chameli Khatoon?

Lovely fragrance.

You mean, the scent?

-Hey, how much?
-Which ones do you want?

Come on!

Hey! My money?

What the hell!

-Whose car is this?
-The gentleman who just went in.

-Pappu, get me a sandwich!
-Can I borrow your lipstick?

Why don't you buy one yourself?

I've heard they're going to shut down
all dance bars next month.

Listen up, girls. It's a court order.

I have an idea.
Let's call the judges here.

And entertain them.

And soothe their bleeding hearts.

Don't you understand?

You have time. Join the union.
They will fight for our cause in court.

Makes you cry all the way to the center.

Time can shake things up unexpectedly.

Miss Salma, I need a sheikh,
not a shake-up.

Forget the union.

Let's go to Dubai and make loads of money.

Where are you going?

-Dubai?
-Yes.

They'll seize your passport
and force you to work as a maid.

My heart brims with love

Like a well with sweet water

He who drowns in love

He who drowns in love

Knows its sweetness

Like no other

My Rewa

My Rewa

It dwells in my eyes

Time is the winding key
The body, a mere toy

As long as the key is turned
There is life, there is joy

Over mountains soars the fleeting mind

Reined in by the test of time

As the sun that rises, bedazzling all

Only to set in a blind, fathomless fall

How far can one fall?

How deep can one fall?

How long can one fall?

My Rewa

My Rewa

It dwells in my heart

These boys from Goa

Are a nuisance for me!

They follow me everywhere

They just won't let me be

They say they want to marry

And they want to be with me

They have no manners at all

And drink all day to nightfall!

I wish to tell you something
With which you will agree

Focus only on studies

Fling liquor bottles in the sea

This is all you have to do
If you want to marry me

Look, Kamala!

I agree, you shouldn't lie.
What if you don't say anything?

Here's what I suggest. Don't lie to him.

Just don't tell him the truth.

Everything will be all right.

Trust me!

I think
Amir is never gonna answer my call.

That's the reason I keep telling you
to start your own business.

Not again, Mr. Mishra.

Where am I gonna get the money
for the business?

-Should I sell my kidney?
-That's not what I meant.

Could you give this to the watchmaker?

Scram, kid!

Okay.

If you don't repair these,
I'll never talk to you.

These are Ms. D'Souza's toys.

And one day, they just stopped working.

-Let's see.
-All at once!

Mr. Anthony says no one can fix them.

Calm down.

Magnifier.

Spanner.

I was your age…

when I dismantled
my father's expensive watch.

I did open it
but couldn't put it back together.

He spanked my pants right off.

Salim!

Hello, Mr. Shahid.

Aamir called.

-Would you like something to eat?
-No, thanks. I'm not hungry.

It's just a job.

You'll find one soon.
Tomorrow, if not today.

They say, "Tomorrow never comes."

My Rewa

It dwells in my eyes

The river dwells in my eyes

The river dwells in my eyes

Dear Rewa

It dwells in my eyes

My Rewa

The river dwells in my eyes

I have your passport, darling.

We just have to wait for the ticket,
and then, zip, zap, zoom!

You turned out to be
a cash cow worth two lakh.

Once we go fifty-fifty,
I'll become a rich dude…

and you, a rich dudess.

Come on, let's go.

Salim!

Your father is leaving.

Smoking is bad,
but doing it secretly is worse.

Smoke with me if you want to.

Of course, like father like son.

Mom! Dad!

Hey, wait. Listen!

Thief!

The boy is really smart, by the way.

Sometimes, it is good
to let your tears flow.

Or else, as they say…

"Little drops of water
make the mighty ocean."

If the sea fills the heart,

why go to the shore?

You tell me.

Why do people go to the sea?

To catch crabs?

At the Parsi's house

The boy winks at me

Calls me a red rose to make fun of me

He says he loves me and asks me for a kiss

I want none of them
I'd rather give him a miss

I will marry only a Goan
And that's how things will be

The Parsi will give me money

And also gold aplenty

But when I die
The Parsi will feed me to the vultures

So I shall marry the Goan

Who, when I die
Shall bury me in the earth

-They're not for sale.
-Why not?

Saving them for your chick, are you?

Cut it out. Give them to me.

Keep this.

This is for the flowers,
and this is to stay away from the girl.

-Which girl?
-You know who.

She's Hindu. Stay away.

She's off-limits.

Find yourself a Muslim girl
and buy her a burka with this money.

Hey! You rascal!

I will…

Hit him!

Why are they fighting?

-Mr. Mishra--
-Hey, Salim!

Somebody stop them!

-Thrash him!
-What happened?

How dare you!
You won't get away with this!

The cops will arrest you.

I'll deal with you later.

How dare you swear at me!

-Stay away from her, I'm warning you.
-I swear, I'll kill you.

-Why are you inviting trouble?
-Let me go! Get away from me.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

Hey, arrest her as well! Get her!

-What's going on?
-Shut up and get in the van.

-Get in!
-He grabbed me!

-Don't you dare touch me!
-Stay away!

Take it easy, copper. Show me the warrant.

Can't you see my bloody uniform?

So, it wasn't a rumor.

Get in the van!

-No! Stop!
-All of you! Get in!

-Come on! What are you waiting for?
-Yeah, I'm coming.

If it hadn't been for you…

-Hey, don't touch me!
-No touching?

You have a problem
when customers touch you?

-Come on!
-Let go!

-Salma--
-Don't be crazy!

She's my friend.

Let's go, quickly.

I don't want to be a part of this mess.

-Come on! Get in!
-Take them!

Hey, you! Stop!

-Did you get the girl from the dance bar?
-No, from home.

-She's my wife.
-You could get in trouble here.

-What's your name?
-Salim.

Take your wife and get out of here.

One of the pimps is getting away!

Get the scoundrel!

You go that way.

What about you?

I'll be fine. Go that way. Hurry up.

I'll be there. Wait for me.

Fly away, my phoenix!

"Wife."

"Fly away, my phoenix."

What the hell--

Look, it's Raja Khan!

-Wow!
-It is Raja Khan!

They say that during the night

He did nothing but weep

They say he refused to eat

And drowned himself in his drink

They swear the very heavens

Trembled at the sound of his cries

He suffered for her

Even in death, he longed for her

He sang

He groaned

A sorrowful dove

In the early morning will sing

To a lonely little house

With its doors standing open

They swear that this dove

Is no different than his soul

Which still awaits

For the ill-fated woman to return

Oh, dove

Don't cry

For these stones

Oh, dove

What will they ever know

Of love?

The blue sea is the abode of the river

Keep on flowing, pray, do not wither

The raging winds softly, to me, whisper

The raging winds softly, to me, whisper

My Rewa

My river, you dwell in my eyes

Pray, do not waver

Pray, do not flounder

Pray, do not surrender

O Rewa, you dwell in my eyes

Pack your bags, sweetheart.

Your ticket is here.

Sister! This is Mr. Anthony.

Hello.

Get some tea for him.

Tara told me about Ms. D'Souza.

I'm so sorry.

We mourn her passing.

Shirley has left some money
with me for Tara's education.

-Ms. D'Souza did?
-I'll take care of everything.

This way, please.

Grandpa…

he's here to meet you.

He's Mr. Anthony. Remember the toys?

So, you're the genius?

Those were some toys!

And you're some artist!

There are more toys and machines
if you're willing to repair.

I can repair everything.
I have an assistant as well.

Look at this, sir.

This was before it became Timex.

I have their Mickey Mouse edition as well!

You can't stop grinning
at the thought of going to Dubai, right?

Don't worry about anything.
I'm here to take care of your sister.

She doesn't need
to be taken care of anymore.

-Neither does Grandpa.
-What do you--

Why did you tear it?

Why didn't you tell me
you didn't want to go to Dubai?

What's wrong with you?
Who's going to pay for this?

I'll ruin you and your entire family.

I'll tell everyone
that you work at a dance bar.

Go on.
Which dance bar will you say I work at?

-The one that was shut down?
-You tramp!

Where do you think you're going?

I'm going to get back at you for this.

You'll starve to death!

You'll starve without me!

Don't mess with me!
Nobody messes with Mike!

At the Parsi's house, the boy winks at me

Calls me a red rose to make fun of me

He says he loves me and asks me for a kiss

I want none of them
I'd rather give him a miss

I will marry only a Goan
And that's how things will be

The Parsi will give me money

And also gold aplenty

But when I die
The Parsi will feed me to the vultures

So I shall marry the Goan

Who, when I die
Shall bury me in the earth