少年派的奇幻漂流 Life of Pi(2012)【完整台词】

导演: 李安
编剧: 扬·马特尔 / 大卫·麦基
主演: 苏拉·沙玛 / 伊尔凡·可汗 / 拉菲·斯波 / 阿迪勒·侯赛因 / 塔布 / 阿尤什·坦东 / 加塔姆·贝鲁尔 / 阿彦·汗 / 穆德·阿巴斯·卡勒里 / 维比什·希瓦库玛 / 热拉尔·德帕迪约 / 詹姆斯·塞托 / 俊·奈托 / 安德里亚·迪·斯戴法诺 / 沙拉万提·塞纳特 / 王柏杰 / 柯一正 / 黄健玮
类型: 剧情 / 奇幻 / 冒险
官方网站: www.lifeofpimovie.com
制片国家/地区: 美国 / 台湾 / 英国 / 加拿大
语言: 英语 / 泰米尔语 / 法语 / 日语 / 印地语 / 汉语普通话
上映日期: 2012-11-22(中国大陆) / 2012-09-28(纽约电影节) / 2012-11-21(美国)
片长: 127分钟
又名: 少年Pi的奇幻漂流 / 漂流少年Pi
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So you were raised in a zoo?
 Born and raised.
 In Pondicherry, in what was
 the French part of India.
 My father owned the zoo...
 and I was delivered on short
 notice by a herpetologist...
 who was there to check
 on the Bengal monitor lizard.
 Mother and I
 were both healthy...
 but the poor lizard escaped...
 and was trampled
 by a frightened cassowary.
 The way of karma, huh?
 The way of God.
 That's quite a story.
 I had assumed your father was a
 mathematician
 because of your name.
 Far from it, I was named
 after a swimming pool.
 There is a swimming pool named "Pi"?
 You see,
 my uncle Francis was born
 with too much
 water in his lungs.
 They say the doctors
 swung Francis around
 by the ankles to
 clear the water out...
 and that's what gave him the
 huge chest and skinny legs...
 that made him
 such a great swimmer.
 Is Francis actually your uncle?
 He said he was
 friends with your father.
 He's my honorary uncle,
 I call him Mamaji.
 My father's best friend,
 my swimming guru.
 I trained with him three
 times a week at the ashram.
 His lessons would save my
 life in the end.
 A mouthful of water will not
 harm you, but panic will.
 Remember to breathe now,
 don't hold your breath.
 Good boy.
 I hope you don't
 mind vegetarian.
 No, no. Not at all.
 And your name?
 Huh?
 You were going to tell me how
 you got your name, I think.
 Oh, yes. I got it from something
 Mamaji once told my father.
 You see, most travelers collect
 postcards or teacups
 on their journeys...
 but not Mamaji.
 Mamaji collects swimming pools.
 He swims in every
 pool he comes upon.
 One day, Mamaji
 said to my father that,
 of all the pools
 in the world...
 the most beautiful was
 a public pool in Paris.
 That the water
 there was so clear,
 you could make your
 morning coffee with it.
 That a single swim
 there changed his life.
 Before I was born, he said...
 "If you want your son
 to have a clean soul...
 you must take him one day to
 swim in the Piscine Molitor."
 I never understood why my father
 took this so much to heart.
 But he did, and I was named
 "Piscine Molitor Patel."
 Imagine me trying
 to explain that name.
 I barely made it to
 the age of 11 before...
 Hey, Piscine!
 Are you pissing right now?
 Look at him, he's pissing!
 With one word, my name went from
 an elegant French swimming pool...
 to a stinking Indian latrine.
 I was "Pissing" everywhere.
 No Pissing in the schoolyard!
 Even the teachers
 started doing it.
 Not deliberately, of course.
 So, then, what might occur
 if we release gas too quickly?
 Pissing?
 He said "Pissing."
 That's enough!
 Order! Order!
 When we returned the next
 year for our first day of school,
 I was prepared.
 Present, sir.
 Piscine Patel.
 Good morning.
 I am Piscine Molitor Patel.
 Known to all as...
 Pi, the sixteenth letter
 of the Greek alphabet...
 which is also used in mathematics
 to represent the ratio...
 of any circle's circumference
 to its diameter.
 An irrational number
 of infinite length,
 usually rounded
 to three digits...
 as 3.14.
 Pi.
 Very impressive, Pi.
 Now, sit down.
 And from then on,
 you were "Pi"?
 Well, no, not quite.
 Nice try, Pissing.
 But I still had the whole
 day ahead of me.
 French class was next.
 Je m'appelle
 Piscine Molitor Patel.
 Dit Pi.
 Then, geography.
 These are the first
 My last class of the
 day was mathematics.
 Slowly, slowly, slowly.
 Three.
 Seven. Five. Eight. Nine.
 Eight. Five. Eight. Nine.
 It's right.
 He's really doing this.
 Pi! Pi! Pi!
 By the end of that day,
 I was Pi Patel, school legend.
 Um, Mamaji tells me you're a
 legend among sailors, too.
 Out there, all alone.
 Oh, I don't even know
 how to sail.
 And I wasn't alone out there.
 Richard Parker was with me.
 Richard Parker?
 Mamaji didn't tell me
 everything.
 He just said I should look you
 up when I got back to Montreal.
 So, what were you
 doing in Pondicherry?
 Writing a novel.
 By the way,
 I enjoyed your first book.
 So, this new one,
 is it set in India?
 No, Portugal, actually. But
 it's cheaper living in India.
 Ah, well, I look
 forward to reading it.
 You can't.
 I threw it out.
 Two years trying to bring
 this thing to life...
 and then one day, it
 sputtered, coughed and died.
 Oh, I'm sorry.
 Uh, I was sitting in this coffee
 house in Pondicherry one afternoon,
 mourning my loss...
 when this old man at the table next
 to me struck up a conversation.
 Yeah, Mamaji, he does that.
 When I told him about my
 abandoned book, he said...
 "So, a
 Canadian who's come to French India
 in search of a story."
 "Well, my friend, I know an
 Indian in French Canada...
 with the most
 incredible story to tell."
 "It must be fate that the
 two of you should meet."
 Well, I haven't spoken about
 Richard Parker in so many years.
 So, what has
 Mamaji already told you?
 He said you had a story that
 would make me believe in God.
 He would
 say that about a nice meal.
 As for God, I can only
 tell you my story.
 You will decide for yourself
 what you believe.
 Fair enough.
 Let's see, then.
 Where to begin?
 Pondicherry is the
 French Riviera of India.
 In the streets
 closest to the ocean,
 you might think you were
 in the south of France.
 A few blocks inland,
 there's a canal.
 Just beyond that
 is Indian Pondicherry.
 And the Muslim quarter
 is just to the west.
 When the French handed Pondicherry
 back to us in 1954...
 the town decided that some sort
 of commemoration was in order.
 My father, who was a clever
 businessman, came up with one.
 He ran a hotel, and he got
 the idea to open a zoo...
 in the local
 botanical gardens instead.
 As it also happened, my mother
 was a botanist in the gardens.
 They met, married, and a year
 later my brother Ravi was born.
 I came two years after that.
 It sounds magical,
 growing up in...
 Amen.
 Yeah, let's eat.
 I didn't know
 Hindus said "amen."
 Catholic Hindus do.
 Catholic Hindus?
 We get to feel guilty before hundreds
 of gods, instead of just one.
 But you're a Hindu first?
 None of us knows God
 until someone introduces us.
 I was first introduced
 to God as a Hindu.
 There are 33 million gods
 in the Hindu religion.
 How can I not come to
 know a few of them?
 I met Krishna first.
 Yashoda once accused
 baby Krishna of eating dirt.
 "Tut, tut you naughty boy -
 you shouldn't do that."
 But he didn't!
 That's what he told her.
 "I didn't eat dirt."
 Yashoda said,
 "No? Well then..."
 "Open your mouth."
 So Krishna opened his mouth.
 And what do you think
 Yashoda saw?
 What?
 She saw in Krishna's mouth
 the whole entire universe.
 The gods were my
 superheroes growing up.
 Hanuman, the monkey god...
 lifting an entire mountain
 to save his friend Lakshman.
 Ganesh, the elephant-headed...
 risking his life to defend the
 honor of his mother, Parvati.
 Vishnu, the supreme soul,
 the source of all things.
 Vishnu sleeps, floating on the
 shoreless cosmic ocean...
 and we are
 the stuff of his dreaming.
 Spectacle.
 Don't let these stories and
 pretty lights fool you, boys.
 Religion is darkness.
 My dear appa believed
 himself part of the new India.
 As a child, he had had polio.
 He used to lie in bed racked with
 pain, wondering where God was.
 In the end, God didn't save
 him, Western medicine did.
 My amma went to college...
 and thought her family was part
 of the new India as well...
 until her parents
 cut her off...
 because they thought
 she was marrying beneath her.
 Her religion was the only
 link she had to her past.
 I met Christ in the
 mountains when I was 12.
 We were visiting relatives,
 tea growers in Munnar.
 It was our third day there.
 Ravi and I were terribly bored.
 Challenge.
 I'll give you two rupees.
 Run in to that church
 and drink the holy water.
 You must be thirsty.
 Here.
 I brought you this.
 Why would a god do that?
 Why would
 He send His own son...
 to suffer for the sins
 of ordinary people?
 Because He loves us.
 God made Himself
 approachable to us,
 human,
 so we could understand Him.
 We can't understand God
 in all His perfection.
 But we can understand God's son
 and His suffering
 as we would a brother's.
 That made no sense.
 Sacrificing the innocent to atone
 for the sins of the guilty...
 What kind of love is that?
 But this son...
 I couldn't get
 him out of my head.
 If God is so
 perfect and we are not...
 why would He want
 to create all this?
 Why does He need us at all?
 All you have to know
 is that He loves us.
 God so loved this world
 that He gave His only son.
 The longer
 I listened to the priest...
 the more I came to like
 this son of God.
 Thank you, Vishnu,
 for introducing me to Christ.
 I came to faith
 through Hinduism
 and I found God's
 love through Christ.
 But God wasn't
 finished with me yet.
 God works in mysterious ways.
 And so it was,
 He introduced Himself again.
 This time by the name of Allah.
 Allahu Akbar.
 My Arabic
 was never very good...
 but the sound and feel of the
 words brought me closer to God.
 In performing Salah...
 the ground I touched
 became holy ground...
 and I found a feeling
 of serenity and brotherhood.
 This lamb is exquisite.
 It's the best
 dish on the table.
 You're all missing out.
 You only need to convert to three
 more religions, Piscine...
 and you will spend your life on holiday.
 Are you going to Mecca
 this year, Swami Jesus?
 Or to Rome for your
 coronation as Pope Pi-us?
 You stay out of this, Ravi.
 Just as you like cricket,
 Pi has his own interests.
 No, Gita, Ravi has a point.
 You cannot follow three different
 religions at the same time, Piscine.
 Why not?
 Because believing in
 everything at the same time...
 is the same as not believing
 in anything at all.
 He's young, Santosh.
 He's still finding his way.
 And how can he find his way
 if he does not choose a path?
 Listen, instead of leaping from
 one religion to the next...
 why not start with reason?
 In a few hundred years...
 science has taken us farther in
 understanding the universe...
 than religion has in 10,000.
 That is true.
 Your father is right.
 Science can teach us more
 about what is out there...
 but not what is in here.
 Some eat meat,
 some eat vegetable.
 I do not expect us all
 to agree about everything...
 but I would much
 rather have you
 believe in something
 I don't agree with...
 than to accept
 everything blindly.
 And that begins
 with thinking rationally.
 Do you understand?
 Good.
 I would like to be baptized.
 So, you're a Christian
 and a Muslim?
 And a Hindu, of course.
 And a Jew, I suppose.
 Well, I do teach a course on the
 Kabbalah at the university.
 And why not? Faith is a
 house with many rooms.
 But no room for doubt?
 Oh, plenty.
 On every floor.
 Doubt is useful.
 It keeps faith a living thing.
 After all, you cannot know
 the strength of your faith
 until it's been tested.
 Where's Selvam? We shouldn't
 be in here without him.
 Stop worrying.
 I have seen him
 do this a thousand times.
 I want to meet our new tiger.
 Pi!
 Hello? Richard Parker?
 A tiger? Richard
 Parker was a tiger?
 Yeah, he got his name
 through a clerical error.
 A hunter caught him drinking from
 a stream when he was a cub...
 and named him Thirsty.
 When Thirsty got too big, the
 hunter sold him to our zoo...
 but the names got switched on
 the paperwork.
 The hunter was listed
 as Thirsty,
 and the tiger
 was called Richard Parker.
 We laughed about it,
 and the name stuck.
 Let's go...
 before we get into trouble.
 I want to see him close up.
 You're not a zookeeper.
 Come on!
 That's it, Richard Parker.
 It's for you.
 No!
 What are you thinking?
 Are you out of your mind?
 Who gave you permission
 to come back here?
 You have just ignored everything
 I've ever taught you.
 I just wanted to
 say hello to him.
 You think that tiger
 is your friend?
 He's an animal, not a playmate.
 Animals have souls.
 I have seen it in their eyes.
 Find Selvam.
 You're sure, Sir?
 Pi's just a boy.
 Do it. Go ahead!
 Animals do not think
 like we do.
 People who forget that
 get themselves killed.
 That tiger is not your friend.
 When you look into his eyes...
 you are seeing your own
 emotions reflected back at you.
 Nothing else.
 Don't be stupid.
 Say you're sorry.
 What have you done, Piscine?
 You know what your father
 said about coming back here.
 I am sorry. I was...
 What are you thinking?
 This is between
 a father and his sons.
 He said he's sorry.
 You want to scar them for life?
 Scar them?
 That boy almost lost his arm.
 But he's still a boy.
 He will be a man
 sooner than you think.
 And this is a lesson I do not
 want them ever to forget.
 Selvam!
 ...and so has placed
 the country in a state of emergency.
 Under the directive, the states
 of Gujarat and Tamil Nadu...
 will be placed under the direct
 authority of the central government.
 Police will be granted powers...
 to arrest and indefinitely
 detain citizens
 responsible for the uprising.
 Things changed after
 the day of Appa's lesson.
 The world had lost
 some of its enchantment.
 School was a bore. Nothing but
 facts, fractions and French.
 Words and patterns that went
 on and on, without end.
 Just like
 my irrational nickname.
 I grew restless
 searching for something
 that might bring meaning
 back into my life.
 And then, I met Anandi.
 Mother made me study music.
 And one day, my teacher
 came down with the flu.
 He asked if
 I could take his place,
 playing rhythms
 for a dance class.
 No.
 If you do not concentrate...
 you cannot express your
 love of God through dance.
 Feel the ground
 beneath your feet.
 Open your gaze out
 onto the horizon.
 Let that spiritual energy pulse
 through you and out into the world.
 Through abhinaya.
 Anandi, come to the front.
 Lead them.
 Why are you following me?
 What?
 You were following me.
 What does this mean?
 In the dance,
 you went from pataka...
 which means the forest.
 And then you did...
 samputa...
 which means
 something that is hidden.
 And after that, you did this.
 And then you did chatura.
 But at the very end,
 you did this.
 None of the other
 dancers did that.
 What did you mean? The god of
 love is hiding in the forest?
 No, that also means
 the lotus flower.
 Lotus flower
 is hiding in the forest?
 Why would a lotus flower
 hide in the forest?
 And this is Richard Parker.
 He is the most
 magnificent creature
 we've ever had here.
 Look at the way
 he's turning his head.
 Showing off. Like a dancer.
 No, he heard something.
 He's listening, you see?
 We have talked
 about it for some time.
 Do you understand
 what I'm saying?
 Pi?
 Sorry, you've been...
 Worried.
 For my family.
 Our animals are worth far more
 abroad than here in India.
 And if the town council
 stops supporting us...
 I don't know where we will be.
 So, it is what we have to do.
 Do you understand?
 I'm sorry,
 what are we talking about?
 We are leaving India.
 What?
 We are selling the zoo.
 The zoo was never ours to sell.
 The land belongs to the town.
 But the animals are ours
 and if we sell them...
 we will have enough
 to start a new life.
 But where would we go?
 Our life is here, Appa.
 Canada.
 I have some opportunities
 for work in Winnipeg.
 I'll be shipping most of the
 animals for sale in North America.
 We can get freighter passage
 for the whole family.
 So...
 It is settled.
 We will sail like Columbus.
 But Columbus
 was looking for India.
 It takes
 a lot of work to sell a zoo.
 Before we left...
 Anandi and I had time enough
 to break each other's hearts.
 Of course, I promised
 I would come back one day.
 It's funny.
 I remember everything else
 about our last day.
 But I don't remember
 saying goodbye.
 Pi? They're
 serving dinner below.
 Piscine...
 you have a whole life
 ahead of you.
 We are doing this
 for you and Ravi.
 Come inside
 and have some dinner.
 Vegetarian, please.
 Oh, my sons and I are vegetarians.
 Do you have anything...
 No, no, no.
 Not more gravy.
 You don't want gravy?
 No.
 No, I want something
 vegetarian.
 Oh.
 Pas de problme.
 She asked if you have
 something vegetarian.
 The cow that produced
 this liver was vegetarian,
 the pigs that went into
 these sausages were vegetarian.
 Very funny.
 But my wife doesn't eat liver.
 Pas de problme.
 Then she can eat the sausage,
 the rice, and the gravy.
 Or you can cook your own food.
 Haw dare you talk
 to my wife like that?
 Here's your rice.
 I cook for sailors...
 not curry-eaters.
 What did you say?
 Let go of me!
 Who do you think you are?
 You're nothing but a servant!
 I feed people!
 You feed monkeys!
 Hello.
 I am happy Buddhist.
 So, I eat rice
 next to gravy.
 On ship, gravy is not meat.
 Is taste.
 You try?
 Don't worry.
 We will have plenty of fresh
 supplies after we stop in Manila.
 Why give Orange Juice
 tranquilizers?
 She's not going to
 cause any trouble.
 The stress of traveling
 is not good for the animals...
 and it helps
 with the seasickness.
 We don't want to be cleaning up
 after a seasick orangutan...
 do we?
 My father was a businessman.
 He had never tended
 the animals himself.
 I realized...
 leaving India must have been
 harder for him than it was for me.
 So...
 Have I forgotten anything?
 I think you've set the stage.
 So far, we have an Indian boy named
 after a French swimming pool...
 on a Japanese ship full of
 animals, heading to Canada.
 Yes.
 Now, we have to send our boy into
 the middle of the Pacific and...
 And make me believe in God.
 Yeah.
 We'll get there.
 It was four days
 out of Manila...
 above the Mariana Trench,
 the deepest spot on Earth.
 Our ship,
 The Tsimtsum, pushed on,
 bullishly indifferent
 to its surroundings.
 It moved with the slow, massive
 confidence of a continent.
 Ravi?
 Did you hear that, Ravi?
 I'm sleeping.
 It's a thunderstorm.
 Let's go watch.
 Are you crazy?
 We will get hit by lightning.
 No, we won't. It will
 hit the bridge first.
 Don't tempt a storm, Pi.
 Whoa.
 Oh!
 More rain! More rain!
 Lord of Storms!
 Whoa!
 Lightning!
 Ah!
 Amma!
 Appa!
 Ravi! Get out! Get out!
 Help me!
 Help!
 Get in the boat!
 Please! Save my family!
 Don't scare, okay?
 Wait, stay here!
 You have to help them!
 Please!
 Put this on.
 No, no, my family!
 Please!
 We have to help them!
 We don't have time.
 My family's back there!
 We help!
 You must go!
 Who let all the animals out?
 You have to go now!
 No, wait, my father!
 He can't swim!
 Go!
 Hang on to the boat!
 Hold, hold!
 Bring it down!
 Hey! You!
 What are you doing?
 Jump!
 Hey, hey!
 Hey! Over here!
 Over here!
 Richard Parker?
 No! No!
 No! Go away! Go away!
 Agh!
 Amma!
 Appa! Ravi.
 I'm sorry.
 I'm sorry!
 Hari?
 Looks as though your drugs
 haven't worn off yet.
 Orange Juice!
 Orange Juice!
 Welcome to Pi's Ark.
 Where is your boy,
 Orange Juice?
 Don't worry, I bet mother
 and father found him.
 They'll all be here soon.
 Hello!
 Hello!
 Anybody!
 No!
 Stop it! No!
 Stop it! Stop it!
 No! No!
 I'm sorry, Orange Juice.
 I don't have any seasickness
 medicine for you.
 Supplies.
 Oh, supplies!
 Yes! Yes!
 No! No!
 No! No!
 Come on! Come on!
 Come on!
 Mmm.
 My name is Pi Patel.
 I have been in a shipwreck.
 I am on a lifeboat alone...
 with a tiger.
 Please send help.
 God, I give myself to you.
 I am your vessel.
 Whatever comes, I want to know.
 Show me.
 There are no lines.
 Set your house in order and
 dig in for the battle to survive.
 Establish a strict
 schedule for eating,
 keeping watch and getting rest.
 Do not drink
 urine or sea water.
 Keep busy but avoid
 unnecessary exertion.
 The mind can be kept occupied
 by playing card games...
 Twenty Questions, or! Spy.
 Community singing is another
 surefire way to lift the spirits.
 Telling stories
 is highly recommended.
 Above all, don't lose hope.
 Few things can sap the spirit
 faster than seasickness.
 Waves are most strongly felt when a
 boat turns sideways to the current.
 A sea anchor is used as a drag to
 keep the boat's head to the wind.
 Proper use of them
 can increase control
 and reduce seasickness
 during rough seas.
 For castaways who must share
 their lifeboats with large,
 dangerous carnivores...
 it's advisable to establish
 a territory as your own.
 Try this method.
 Step one.
 Choose a day when waves are
 moderate, but regular.
 Step two. With the lifeboat
 facing into the waves...
 making the ride as comfortable as
 possible, blow your whistle soothingly.
 Step three. Turn the lifeboat
 sideways to the waves...
 accompanied by harsh,
 aggressive use of the whistle.
 With sufficient repetition...
 the animal will associate
 the sound of the whistle...
 with the discomfort
 of seasickness.
 Similar methods have long been
 used by circus trainers...
 though they generally lack
 access to rough seas.
 Let the trumpets blare!
 Let the drum rolls begin!
 Prepare to be amazed!
 Here it is, for your
 enjoyment and instruction!
 The show you've been waiting
 for all your life...
 will soon begin!
 Are you ready for
 the miracle of it?
 Well, then, I give to you...
 the astounding Bengal tiger!
 Hello, Richard Parker.
 Sorry about the choppy ride.
 Mine! You understand?
 Yours, mine!
 You understand?
 Ew!
 Step four.
 Disregard steps
 one through three.
 Here, Richard Parker.
 I got some water for you.
 In the zoo, we fed our tigers an
 average of five kilos of meat a day.
 Richard Parker
 will be getting hungry soon.
 Tigers are powerful swimmers,
 and if he gets hungry enough...
 I'm afraid the little
 bit of water between us
 won't be any protection.
 I need to find a way
 to feed him.
 I can eat the biscuits but God
 made tigers carnivores...
 so I must learn to catch fish.
 If I don't,
 I'm afraid his last meal
 will be a skinny,
 vegetarian boy.
 Patience!
 What am I doing?
 Wait! I'm thinking.
 Thirty-two cartons
 of biscuits.
 Ninety-three cans of water.
 I'm sorry.
 I'm sorry.
 Thank you, Lord Vishnu.
 Thank you for coming in the form
 of a fish and saving our lives.
 Thank you.
 Of course, I brought all
 the biscuits and water
 on the raft with me
 to keep them safe.
 Idiot.
 Hunger can
 change everything you
 ever thought you
 knew about yourself.
 Here, it's yours!
 Oh! Ah!
 Mine! Mine!
 I can't risk my life every time
 I have to climb
 onto the boat for supplies.
 It's time to settle this.
 If we're going
 to live together,
 we have to learn
 to communicate.
 Maybe Richard Parker
 can't be tamed,
 but with God's will,
 he can be trained.
 No!
 Good.
 Go, Richard Parker. Go.
 Go on home,
 I'll leave you alone.
 I'll respect that, I promise.
 Go. Come on.
 Yes!
 I never thought
 a small piece of shade
 could bring me
 so much happiness.
 That a pile of tools,
 a bucket, a knife, a pencil...
 might become my
 greatest treasures.
 Or that knowing Richard Parker was
 here might ever bring me peace.
 In times like these...
 I remember that he has
 as little experience
 with the real world as I do.
 We were both raised in a zoo
 by the same master.
 Now we've been orphaned, left to
 face our ultimate master together.
 Without Richard Parker,
 I would have died by now.
 My fear of him keeps me alert.
 Tending to his needs
 gives my life purpose.
 Dolphins.
 Hey, Richard Parker!
 Hey!
 Above all, don't lose hope.
 Eight, five, five,
 zero, three, six, six...
 zero, eight, zero, one...
 three, six, zero, four,
 six, six, eight...
 What are you looking at?
 Talk to me.
 Tell me what you see.
 Words are all I have
 left to hang on to.
 Everything mixed up.
 Fragmented.
 Can't tell daydreams, night
 dreams, from reality anymo...
 Storm, Richard Parker.
 No!
 No!
 Praise be to God!
 Lord of all worlds!
 The compassionate,
 the merciful!
 Ah!
 Come out.
 Richard Parker! Come out,
 you have to see this!
 It's beautiful!
 Don't hide yourself!
 He's come to us!
 It's a miracle!
 Come out and see God,
 Richard Parker!
 Why are you scaring him?
 Oh, God!
 I've lost my family!
 I've lost everything!
 I surrender!
 What more do you want?
 I'm sorry, Richard Parker.
 We're dying, Richard Parker.
 I'm sorry.
 Amma, Appa, Ravi...
 I'm happy I'm going
 to see you soon.
 Can you feel the rain?
 God, thank you for
 giving me my life.
 I'm ready now.
 Richard Parker?
 Mmm.
 Excuse me.
 Move.
 Move. Excuse me.
 Hey! Hey!
 Hey, come on!
 Hey.
 Hey, get away.
 This is my bed.
 It was a human tooth?
 Don't you see? The
 island was carnivorous.
 Carnivorous?
 Like a Venus Flytrap?
 Yes, the whole island.
 The plants, the water in those
 pools, the very ground itself.
 During the day, those
 pools held fresh water.
 But at night,
 some chemical process
 turned the water
 in those pools into acid...
 acid that dissolved
 those fish...
 that sent the meerkats
 scurrying into the trees,
 and Richard Parker
 running to the boat.
 But where did
 the tooth come from?
 Years ago, some poor fellow,
 just like me...
 must have found himself
 stranded on that island...
 and, like me, thought he
 might stay there forever.
 But all that the island gave him by
 day, it took away again by night.
 To think, how many hours spent
 with only meerkats for company.
 How much loneliness taken on.
 All I know is that
 eventually he died
 and the island digested him...
 leaving behind only his teeth.
 I saw how my life would end
 if I stayed on that island.
 Alone and forgotten.
 I had to get back to the
 world, or die trying.
 I spent the next day
 preparing the boat.
 I filled my stores
 with fresh water...
 ate seaweed until my stomach
 could take no more...
 and brought as many
 meerkats as I could fit
 into the storage locker
 for Richard Parker.
 I couldn't leave
 without him, of course.
 It would mean killing him.
 And so,
 I waited for his return.
 I knew he wouldn't be late.
 Richard Parker!
 No one has seen that
 floating island since.
 And you won't read about those
 trees in any nature book.
 And yet, if I hadn't found those
 shores, I would have died.
 If I hadn't
 discovered that tooth,
 I would have been lost,
 alone forever.
 Even when God seemed
 to have abandoned me...
 He was watching.
 Even when He seemed indifferent
 to my suffering...
 He was watching.
 And when I was beyond all hope
 of saving, He gave me rest...
 then gave me a sign
 to continue my journey.
 By the time we reached
 the Mexican shore,
 I was afraid to
 let go of the boat.
 My strength was gone.
 I was so weak.
 I was afraid that in two feet of
 water, so close to deliverance...
 I would drown.
 I struggled to shore
 and fell upon the sand.
 It was warm and soft...
 like pressing my face
 against the cheek of God.
 And somewhere, two eyes were
 smiling at having me there.
 I was so spent,
 I could hardly move.
 And so, Richard Parker
 went ahead of me.
 He stretched his legs
 and walked along the shore.
 At the edge of the jungle,
 he stopped.
 I was certain he was going
 to look back at me...
 flatten his ears
 to his head, growl.
 That he would bring our
 relationship to an end in some way.
 But he just stared ahead
 into the jungle.
 And then, Richard Parker,
 my fierce companion...
 the terrible one
 who kept me alive...
 disappeared
 forever from my life.
 After a few hours, a member
 of my own species found me.
 He left and returned with a
 group who carried me away.
 I wept like a child.
 Not because I was overwhelmed at
 having survived, although I was.
 I was weeping because Richard
 Parker left me so unceremoniously.
 It broke my heart.
 You know, my father was right.
 Richard Parker never
 saw me as his friend.
 After all we had been through,
 he didn't even look back.
 But I have to believe there
 was more in his eyes...
 than my own reflection
 staring back at me.
 I know it.
 I felt it.
 Even if I can't prove it.
 You know,
 I've left so much behind.
 My family, the zoo,
 India, Anandi.
 I suppose, in the end, the whole of
 life becomes an act of letting go.
 But what always
 hurts the most...
 is not taking a moment
 to say goodbye.
 I was never able to thank my
 father for all I learned from him.
 To tell him,
 without his lessons...
 I would never have survived.
 I know Richard Parker is a
 tiger, but I wish I had said...
 "It's over.
 We survived."
 "Thank you for saving my life.
 I love you, Richard Parker."
 "You will always
 be with me."
 "May God be with you."
 I don't know what to say.
 It's hard to believe, isn't it?
 It is a lot to take in.
 To figure out
 what it all means.
 If it happened, it happened.
 Why should it have
 to mean anything?
 Some of it is
 pretty incredible.
 See, I was the only one
 who survived the shipwreck.
 So the Japanese shipping company
 sent two men to talk to me...
 in the Mexican hospital
 where I was recovering.
 I still have a copy
 of their report.
 They had insurance claims
 to settle...
 and they wanted to find out
 why the ship sank.
 They didn't believe me, either.
 Thousands of meerkats on a
 floating carnivorous island...
 and no one has ever seen it?
 Yes, just like I told you.
 Bananas don't float.
 Why are you
 talking about bananas?
 You said the orangutan floated
 to you on a bundle of bananas.
 But bananas don't float.
 Are you sure about that?
 Of course they do.
 Try it for yourself.
 In any case, we are not here to
 talk about bananas or meerkats.
 Look, Ive just told you along
 story and I'm very tired.
 We are here because a Japanese
 cargo ship sank in the Pacific.
 Something I never forget.
 I lost my whole family.
 Get him some water.
 We don't mean to push you.
 And you have our
 deepest sympathies.
 But we have come a long way...
 and we are no closer to
 understanding why the ship sank.
 Because I don't know.
 I was asleep.
 Something woke me up.
 It could have been an
 explosion, I can't be sure.
 And then the ship sank.
 What else do you want from me?
 A story that won't make us
 look like fools.
 We need a simpler story
 for our report.
 One our company can understand.
 A story we can all believe.
 So, a story without things
 you've never seen before.
 That's right.
 Without surprises. Without
 animals or islands.
 Yes. The truth.
 So, what did you do?
 I told them another story.
 Four of us survived.
 The cook and the sailor
 were already aboard.
 The cook threw me a lifebuoy
 and pulled me aboard...
 and Mother held on to some bananas
 and made it to the lifeboat.
 The cook was a disgusting man.
 He ate a rat.
 We had food enough for weeks, but he
 found the rat in the first few days...
 and he killed it, dried
 it in the sun and ate it.
 He was such a brute, that man.
 But he was resourceful.
 It was his idea to build
 the raft to catch fish.
 We would have died in those
 first few days without him.
 The sailor was the same man who
 brought rice and gravy, the Buddhist.
 We didn't understand much of what he
 said, only that he was suffering.
 He had broken his leg
 horribly in the fall.
 We tried to set it as best we could,
 but the leg became infected...
 and the cook said that we had
 to do something or he'd die.
 The cook said he'd do it,
 but Mother and I had
 to hold the man down.
 And I believed him,
 we needed to do it.
 So...
 I kept saying,
 "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
 And he just kept looking at me.
 His eyes were so...
 I'll never understand the point
 of that man's suffering.
 I can still hear him.
 The happy Buddhist,
 he only ate rice and gravy.
 We didn't save him, of course.
 He died.
 The morning after, the cook
 caught his first dorado...
 and I didn't understand what he had
 done at first, but Mother did...
 and I had never seen
 Mother so angry.
 "Stop whining and
 be happy," he said.
 "We need more food or we'll die.
 That was the whole point."
 "What was the whole point?"
 Mother asked.
 "You let that poor boy die in
 order to get bait, you monster!"
 The cook got furious.
 He started towards her
 with his fist raised...
 and Mother slapped him hard,
 right across the face.
 I was stunned.
 I thought he was going
 to kill her right then.
 But he didn't.
 The cook didn't stop
 at bait either, no.
 The sailor...
 He went the same
 way the rat went.
 The cook was a resourceful man.
 It was a week later that he...
 Because of me.
 Because I couldn't
 hold on to a stupid turtle.
 It slipped out of my hands
 and swam away.
 And the cook came up and he punched
 me on the side of my head...
 and my teeth clacked
 and I saw stars.
 I thought he was
 going to hit me again...
 but Mother started pounding
 on him with her fists...
 screaming,
 "Monster, monster!"
 She yelled at me
 to go to the raft.
 I thought she was coming with
 me, or I'd never have...
 I don't know why I didn't
 make her go first.
 I think about that every day.
 I jumped over and turned back
 just as the knife came out.
 There wasn't anything
 I could do.
 I couldn't look away.
 He threw her body overboard.
 And then the sharks came.
 And I saw what they...
 I saw.
 The next day, I killed him.
 He didn't even fight back. He
 knew he had gone too far...
 even by his own standards.
 He'd left the knife
 out on the bench,
 and I did to him what
 he did to the sailor.
 He was such an evil man,
 but worse still, he...
 He brought the evil out in me.
 And I have to live with that.
 I was alone in a lifeboat...
 drifting across
 the Pacific Ocean.
 And I survived.
 After that, they
 had no more questions.
 The investigators didn't seem
 to like the story, exactly.
 But they thanked me, they
 wished me well, and they left.
 So the stories...
 both the zebra
 and the sailor...
 broke their leg.
 And the hyena killed the
 zebra and the orangutan.
 So... the hyena is the cook.
 The sailor is the zebra.
 Your mother is the orangutan.
 And you are...
 the tiger.
 Can I ask you something?
 Of course.
 I've told you two stories about
 what happened out on the ocean.
 Neither explains what caused
 the sinking of the ship...
 and no one can prove which story
 is true and which is not.
 In both stories,
 the ship sinks...
 my family dies and I suffer.
 True.
 So, which story do you prefer?
 The one with the tiger.
 That's the better story.
 Thank you.
 And so it goes with God.
 Mamaji was right.
 It's an amazing story.
 Will you really
 let me write it?
 Of course.
 Isn't that why Mamaji
 sent you here, after all?
 My wife is here.
 Do you want to stay for dinner?
 She's an incredible cook.
 I didn't know you had a wife.
 And a cat and two children.
 So, your story does
 have a happy ending.
 Well, that's up to you.
 The story is yours now.
 Hmm.
 "Mr. Patel's is an astounding
 story of courage and endurance...
 unparalleled in the
 history of shipwrecks."
 "Very few castaways can claim to
 have survived so long at sea...
 and none in the company...
 of an adult Bengal tiger."
 Hi, Dad.
 We have a guest.
 Let me introduce you.
 Hi.
 Hi.
 Nice to meet you.
 Adita.
 Ravi.