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(theme music playing)

NARRATOR: Man lives in the sunlit world

of what he believes to be reality.

But... there is,

unseen by most, an underworld.

A place that is just as real

but not as brightly lit.

A dark side.

MAN: Maya, is it safe to leave my bike in the hall?

MAYA: It would be safer inside.

(children shouting, laughing outside)

(siren wails, car horn blares in distance)

I thought you would like it.

I can see a little wedge of Central Park out there.

It has a slight eastern exposure.

It's beautiful.

(clears throat) How much?

We will fix that hole in the bedroom window.

No problem.

How much?

I think you'll be pleased with the price.

Mai, I'm an investment banker.

I don't own the bank.

I told you how much I can pay.

We have decided not to rent to relatives.

The landlord has problems with relatives.

It's annoying how they come and they go.

Read my lips.

How much?

The rent is $285.

Two hundred...

(scoffs) and eighty-five dollars?

(siren wails in distance)

Exactly.

(softly): Oh, my God...

Oh, my God.

I-I pay $500 a month for a shoebox

that I share with three other guys!

The building is rent-controlled.

Will you take it?

Oh, well, I'll have to think it over.

(chuckles) Just kidding, Maya!

Just kidding! You're the greatest!

Yahoo!

You can see just a tiny bit of Central Park from here.

Oh!

A fireplace.

Oh, this... is great!

Okay, did I tell ya?

Did I lie?

(cork pops)

(playfully): I don't think so.

It's gorgeous.

Here's to the Taj Mahal... on a budget.

(plastic cups tap)

(cup clattering)

Oh, you are suave.

Mm-hmm. Mmm.

What do you think this is gonna do for our love life?

I think maybe you'll stop reading

the Wall Street Journal in bed.

Mmm, funny.

No, I have a 7:30 breakfast meeting!

Please...

No, I can't stay tonight.

But I'm not leaving yet.

(quiet fluttering)

(people clamoring)

(groans)

(thunder crashing)

(groans)

(thunder crashes)

(startled shout)

(water running)

(toilet flushes)

We have a toilet and running water!

Who are you?

Who are you?

I live here.

I live here, too.

Look, Ram, I can't argue any longer.

I've gotta get to work.

(pronouncing): "Rahm."

Maybe there's a foul-up with the computer.

You have a toilet and a computer?

Listen, do you have

to burn that stink bomb in here?

It dries out my sinuses.

Never mind. What about the lease?

What about it?

Do you have it?

I do not think so.

That's it.

That is what?

You're outta here, pal. You're history.

History?

(siren wailing in distance) Hit the bricks, sahib.

I am not sahib.

"Sahib" means "master."

You are sahib?

Look, if the phone was connected,

I'd have the cops here.

Most likely they'd call Immigration.

You probably don't have any papers.

Hah! You'd be back on the boat.

I'm not a bad guy.

This place means a lot to me.

I've always had to live with other people:

my parents, roommates in college,

roommates from work.

I've never had my own place.

When I found this, I paid for it,

and I've got a right to it.

Look, here's five bucks.

Get yourself a little curry; you'll feel better.

Oh, come on, it's too hot to argue.

It's gonna break a hundred today.

Perhaps the rains are coming.

At first, the great heat.

And then, at last, the monsoon.

What are you talking about?

It's the rhythm of life in India.

How'd you get here--

a little birdie flew you on its little back? (chuckles)

I do not know.

I was living in a very small room with my family.

There was my brother, my sister,

my sister's husband, their son...

Okay, okay, okay, I get the point.

There was no space,

so I went to live on the sidewalk.

And then in the gutter.

(chuckles) You wouldn't believe the people.

People stepping on people.

People sleeping next to people.

I am very fortunate

to be here.

Don't get too comfortable.

Well, I was thinking perhaps my soul was squeezed

right out of Calcutta.

To the Upper West Side? Right.

It is my fate.

You break into my apartment, and it's your fate.

You're getting very angry, but it is only out of fear.

Listen, I want you out of here-- you understand me?

They got places for people like you-- shelters.

Go there.

But I like it here, Sandy.

He was here when I left for work.

Mr. Darhouse, to have anyone evicted in New York

takes a court order--

an order that must be enforced by the marshal.

It's a long process.

Perhaps this man left on his own.

What?

Yeah, maybe.

Ram?

(thunder crashes)

Hah! (shouts)

Namaste, Sandy-ji.

I didn't see you in there.

We see what we want to see.

Yeah, well, I'd like to see you in a cab

back to Calcutta.

What, may I ask, are you doing?

I am washing your shirts.

I love having something to do.

There's a laundry room in the basement.

Look at this place!

You're turning it into a slum!

My fianc�e's coming over for dinner.

Your fianc�e? Yes.

I will fix you a special meal.

Special meal?!

I wouldn't let you make toast.

(glass breaks)

Look, I want you out of my kitchen!

I want you out of my life!

Mmm! This is wonderful.

Just great.

What do you call that?

Lamb Mughlai.

Forgive my pronunciation.

My Sanskrit's just a little rusty.

And this?

Gulab jamun.

You see, you take your cheese balls,

you throw 'em in some rose water, add a little syrup.

You comedian.

Look, how many times do I have to tell you?

I didn't cook this-- (slams floor)-- Ram cooked it!

Why isn't he here?

(sighs) Okay...

(chuckles) Joke's over.

(slaps floor)

I cooked everything.

Honey, it's a big surprise! Shh.

We're gonna be Hindus!

Look, the bank's transferring me to Calcutta.

We'll find a nice place on the sidewalk.

We'll call it home.

You'll have a red dot on your forehead

'cause you're married!

These are $35 Brooks Brothers shirts.

He used stones to wash them in the bathtub!

Sandy!

What?

Do you have a temperature?

Are your sinuses acting up?

Relax; it's okay.

He's not here now.

But every time I'm alone,

he shows up, watching me.

What is scaring you?

Nothing. Nothing.

He's a wimp.

A nice little wimp.

I should just throw him out, but I can't.

Why don't I spend the night?

If he shows up, we'll take care of him, okay?

Come on.

(liquid bubbling in distance)

(hinges squeak)

(bubbling continues)

Did you like my cheese balls?

Shh!

(whispering): Did you hear everything

that went on in the other room?

I have many times heard my sister make love to her husband,

and my brother make love to his wife.

It's a great joy to them.

It doesn't bother me.

That's it-- I want you out of here.

I'll pay for your ticket back to Calcutta.

Calcutta is full.

My fate is to be here with you.

You're driving me nuts.

You must follow your path;

I must follow mine.

SANDY: I can't do it.

I can't throw him out.

Is he here? Now?

In the kitchen.

No, no, no, no, no.

(laughs): Don't go in there.

Why not?

I'm serious, Laura.

Sandy, we could solve a lot of problems if we just take a look.

In my kitchen?

No, I don't think so.

This is getting too weird, Sandy.

I don't know what's bothering you,

but it's just gone a little bit too far.

Are you saying that I made this up?

I think you need some help.

(laughing): Help?

I need help?

I think you need some professional help.

Maybe I could use a little understanding,

something you're obviously

not willing to give me.

Oh, you're gonna leave me now?

Great! Just...

go on, get out of my apartment!

Yeah, keep that.

Give me a call when you get to Bellevue!

(slams door)

(thunder crashes)

(overlapping, indistinct voices)

SANDY: Wha...?

(voices stop)

Perhaps your path is not with this woman.

You know, I could kill you!

Get away from me. I don't want breakfast!

I don't want goat curds and yogurt!

I gotta get to work!

(quiet muttering): It's 10:00. It's 10:00. It's 10:00...

Exercise would restore your tranquility.

It's 10:00-- the market's been open for half an hour.

(sighs) God, it's hot already.

The monsoon is very near.

It will bring joy and regeneration.

PJ.

PJ here. What are deutsche marks bid?

Ah, you should ask... Oh, no. How about yen?

(PJ continues indistinctly) Okay, okay, you're a genius-- are you happy?

What do I do now?

Take a deep breath.

PJ: I told you... Do I sell or average down?

Tell me. No, don't, I'm on my way.

Cover for me. (slams receiver down)

Your job does not encourage tranquility.

Don't you ever shut up?!

Much that happens in life is unreasonable.

You could die right now.

Get it?

When I die,

I will shed my body like clothes

at the end of the day, and be reborn.

I could come back as any living creature.

Like a bird or a rat?

Something that doesn't babble?

I've had it! I want you out of here!

Out! I'm not kidding! Understand?

I have a right to my own place!

This is America! Out!

Please, Sandy, don't let your fears speak for you.

(pants)

Okay.

Oh, God.

Well, you don't want to go,

and you know I'm not gonna pound your head in with this...

so...

...just do me a favor

and wait in here while I shower.

In the bedroom?

Yes, the bedroom.

Certainly.

(Sandy humming a tune)

(traffic passing by outside, horns honking)

(slams door, continues humming)

(continues humming)

(horns honking in distance)

(hammering continues)

(board clatters to floor)

(hammering)

How you doing?

(hammering)

Adios, muchacho.

(birds chirping)

Ram?

I got wiped out today.

Massacred.

Murdered.

Not that it makes any difference to you.

Come on!

(board clatters to floor)

It wasn't personal!

(board clatters)

(hammer clatters)

(doors creak)

I've been thinking...

I'm sorry.

(wind whistling, leaves rustling)

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

H-Hello, Julius?

This is Mr. Darhouse in 11-B.

JULIUS: Yeah? Listen...

(chuckles) this may sound funny,

uh, but did anything unusual happen

outside the building today?

(Julius speaking indistinctly)

Did anyone fall out?

Are you kidding? Or jump?

You kidding? Nobody jumped. You're sure?

Nothing.

Okay, okay.

Thank you.

When did you move in here?

I'm tired.

I gotta sleep.

(wind whistling)

(clamoring crowd approaching)

(indistinct chatter, chickens clucking)

(grunts)

(thunder crashing)

(shouts)

(shouts)

(man speaking native language)

(Sandy grunts, man speaks native language)

(thunder crashes)

(man speaks native language)

(grunts)

(thunder crashing)

(grunts)

(thunder cracks, chicken clucks)

Ram!

Ram, I'm sorry.

(crowd murmuring)

(wind whistling)

(shouts)

(screams)

(Sandy's scream fades into distance)

(yelling stops, thunder crashes)

(chicken clucking)

(children shout playfully in distance)

It's beautiful!

How much?

We'll have that hole in the window fixed.

(wings fluttering) Oh, look!

What, dear?

Well, I...

Oh... I thought I saw a bird on the sill.

Oh, well.

How much?

$285 a month.

(laughing): Really?

(sighs)

NARRATOR: The dark side is always there.

Waiting for us to enter.

Waiting to enter us.

Until next time, try to enjoy the daylight.