My Name Is Khan

Would you please come with me, Sir?

Would you come with me, Sir?

Hands in front.

Hands behind your head.

Behind your head and turn around.

Open your mouth. Open your mouth.

Anything on the watch-list, George?

No flags. He's clean.

Okay. Mr. Khan, we are done here.

You can go.

Put your stuff in your bag.

Gone. It's gone... my last flight

to Washington DC has left.

The last American

Airlines flight has left.

The next flight leaves after

seven hours and five minutes.

United 59. United... United 59.

It leaves in the morning at 6.10.

Ticket $366... it costs $366.

I don't have the money.

I have to take a bus

to Washington DC now.

Okay. I have to take a

bus to Washington DC now.

Why are you going to Washington DC?

I am going to meet the

President of the United States.

Why is that?

Is he a friend of yours?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

He's not a friend. No, no, no.

I have something to say to him.

Oh yeah?

- Yes.

Well, tell the President

something from me too then.

Okay. Okay.

- Tell him I said, howdy.

Howdy? How... Okay.

Pen?

J. Marshall.

John.

- John.

John.

- John. John Marshall says howdy.

Howdy. Okay. Howdy.

Yes. Okay. Okay.

John Marshall says...

But I have... my own

message to give to him first.

Oh yeah? What is that?

You know where Osama is?

Oh, no, no, no, no. No.

This is not my message. No, no, no.

What is your message, Mr. Khan?

I have to say to him...

My name is Khan. And

I am not a terrorist.

May Allah bless this

letter I'm writing to you.

The book 'Different Minds' says...

...that people like us can't

express their emotions in words.

But we can write them easily.

I can fill thousands of pages,

millions of times with...

'I love you, Mandira.'

But not once could I say it to you.

Perhaps that's why

you are angry with me.

I had promised you that

I would meet the President...

...so, my attempts are on.

Meanwhile whenever I have time,

I will write all...

...that I couldn't say to you.

And then, you will love me again.

My Abbu (father) Dilawar

Amanullah Khan worked for...

...the S.T. Workshop in Borivali.

He took me with him

to work everyday.

And left me to play in the garage.

I know how to repair

broken things since then.

Strangely, I could

never repair Abbu.

Hey, is this your dad's place?

Go home and kill your time.

Kill? Kill?

Get out now! Out!

You fool! Idiot! Ruined my clothes!

Ammi... Ammi... Ammi...

Zakir is sleeping.

What's this?

'Kill time.'

- How did you get so wet?

'Kill time.' I want to 'kill time.'

- What?

Abdul Workshop asked me to

go home and 'kill time.'

How do I do that?

'Kill time? '

Is that what the devil told you?

Okay. I'll teach you

how to 'kill time.'

Like this. Like this.

This way.

Come on, Rizu.

Give me a hug... just once?

Come on. Come on.

My Ammi (mother) Razia Khan.

I feel peace when you hug me.

She was from Jalalpur, UP.

She embroidered clothes.

No doctor could tell her

why I was the way I was.

But Ammi... She never

felt the need to know why.

I don't know how, but

she found a way to know me.

Just like you.

Fools! All of them!!

Each one of them should

be shot dead mercilessly!

Didn't even spare our women!

Dogs! Rogues! Idiots!

Are you guys with me?

Rogues. All of them.

Each one of them should

be shot dead mercilessly.

I had told you not to step out.

Now, come on. Let's eat.

Rogues. All of them.

Each one of them should

be shot dead mercilessly.

Rogues. All of them.

What did you say?

Rogues. All of them.

Where did you hear that?

Each one of them

should be shot dead.

Shut up!

Rogues. All of them.

Shut up, Rizu.

Come with me. Come.

Look at this.

This is you. Rizvan. Who?

Rizvan.

- Yes.

And this is the person who

has a stick in his hand.

And he is beating you.

It's bad... beating is bad.

- Yes. It's bad.

Now, this is you again, Rizvan.

And this is the

person who has a lollipop.

And he gives it to you.

Lollipop is sweet.

It's a good thing.

Good boy.

- Good boy.

Now, tell me which one of these is

a Hindu and which one, a Muslim?

Both look alike.

Good.

Remember one thing, son.

There are only two kinds

of people in this world.

Good people who do good deeds.

And bad people who do bad.

That's the only

difference in human beings.

There's no other difference.

Understood?

What did you understand?

Tell me. Tell me.

Good people. Bad people.

No other difference.

Ammi's lesson was not

taught in any school.

Not in my school at least.

Master Wadia lives somewhere here.

Give me the map.

Come fast.

Rizu, what are you doing?

Stop that and come here.

Hang on. Coming.

Hello. I'm Razia. This

is Rizu. I mean Rizvan.

I have heard a lot about you.

That you are a very learned man.

You have a lot of degrees.

B.A., M.A.

Whatever!

But people say you don't do anything.

That's a good thing!

Rizu. My Rizu is a sharp boy.

So, I thought if you agree to

teach him here, in your house

That way, you can pass

your time too, isn't it?

What nonsense!

Mr. Wadia. Mr. Wadia. Trust me.

My Rizu is an intelligent boy.

Rizu... Talk to Mr. Wadia in English.

Speak in English. Come on.

Say something in English.

Wadia. Wadia.

Wadia family is a Parsi

family originally based in Surat.

Launji Narsolaunji Wadia started the

Wadia ship building dynasty in 1736.

When he obtained a contract from

the British East India Company...

...for building docks

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