“Never mind. It appears Mr. Digby had some last-minute problems with the contract and had to make other plans, and this leaves us with a small part open. It’s a South African diamond dealer, shady character, who tries to woo our Miss Rai while also trying to steal her family’s Shakti diamond. Not a large part, but significant, and we find ourselves in a bit of a bind. We were looking for someone who can look the part and who can manage a few lines of Hindi and a few lines of English. How are you with languages?”
“Pretty good,” I say. “I grew up speaking several.”
“Okay, try this line,” Faruk says, and he reads me something.
“Tell me what it means.”
“You see?” Amisha says. “A natural actor would want to know. I don’t think Dirk ever knows what he’s saying.”
Faruk waves her off. He turns to me. “You are trying to keep Amisha’s character, Heera, from marrying Billy here, but really, you only want her family’s diamonds. It’s in English with some Hindi. This is the part where you tell Heera you know who she is, and that her name means diamond. I’ll say it, you repeat?”
“Okay.”
“Main jaanta hoon tum kaun ho, Heera Gopal. Heera, it means diamond, doesn’t it?” Faruk says
“Main jaanta hoon tum kaun ho, Heera Gopal. Heera, it means diamond, doesn’t it?” I repeat.
They all stare at me.
“How did you do that?” Amisha asks.
“Do what?”
“You sounded as if you spoke Hindi fluently,” Billy says.
“I don’t know. I’ve always had an ear for languages.”
“Incredible, really.” Amisha turns to Faruk. “You wouldn’t have to cut the dialogue.”
Faruk stares at me. “It is three days shooting, starting next week. Here in Mumbai. You will have to learn lines. I can have someone help you with the Hindi pronunciation and translations, but there is a good bit of English.” He strokes his beard. “I can pay you thirty thousand rupees.”
I pause, trying to do the conversions.
Faruk takes my silence for bargaining. “Okay,” he counters. “Forty thousand rupees.”
“How long would I have to stay?”
“Shoot starts Monday, should last three days,” Faruk says.
Monday is when I’m meant to fly back to Amsterdam. Do I want to stay three more days? But then Faruk continues. “We would put you up in the cast hotel. It’s on Juhu Beach.”
“Juhu Beach is very nice,” Billy says.
“I’m meant to leave on Monday. I have a flight.”
“Can’t you change your flight?” Faruk asks.
I’m sure Mukesh can. And if they’re putting me up in a hotel, it would keep me from having to go back to the Bombay Royale.
“Fifty thousand,” Faruk says. “But that’s my final offer.
“That’s more than a thousand dollars, Mr. de Ruiter,” Amisha informs me with a husky laugh and a billowing exhale of cigarette smoke. “Too good to turn down, I think.”
Twenty-eight
The production immediately relocates me to a posh hotel in Juhu Beach. The first thing I do is shower. Then I plug in my phone, which has been dead for the past day. I half expect a text or call from Yael, but there isn’t one. I consider telling her I’m staying longer, but after our last conversation, after the last three weeks—three years—I feel like she has no right to this information. Instead, I text Mukesh, asking him to bump my departure date by another three days.
Immediately, he calls back. “You’ve decided to stay with us longer!” he says. He sounds delighted.