少年派的奇幻漂流 Life of Pi (2012)【完整台词】

(TAMIL SONG PLAYING)

(SQUAWKING)

WRITER: So you were raised
in a zoo?

PI: Born and raised.

In Pondicherry, in what was
the French part of lndia.

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"?
(CHUCKLES)

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.

PI: I trained with him
three times a week
at the ashram.

His lessons would
save my life in the end.
(COUGHING)

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...

BOY: Hey, Piscine!

Are you pissing right now?
(ALL LAUGHING)

Look at him,
he's pissing!

PI: 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!
(KIDS LAUGHING)

PI: 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."

(ALL MURMURING)

(LAUGHING)

That's enough!
Order! Order!

PI: 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.

WRITER: And from then on,
you were "Pi"?

PI: Well, no, not quite.

Nice try, Pissing.

(LAUGHING)

PI: But I still had the whole
day ahead of me.

French class was next.

Je m'appelle
Piscine Molitor Patel.

Dit Pi.

PI: Then, geography.

These are the first
20 decimal places of pi.

PI: My last class
of the day
was mathematics.

Slowly, slowly, slowly.

STUDENTS: Three.
Seven. Five. Eight. Nine.

Eight. Five. Eight. Nine.

It's right.
He's really doing this.

(CHANTING) Pi! 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...

(IMITATES INDIAN ACCENT)
"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.

(CHUCKLES) 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.

(SPEAKING IN TAMIL)

PI: 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.

(CHUCKLES)
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.

(GITA SPEAKING IN TAMIL)

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.