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that her top performing university graduate daughter
wants to micro-dose retirement now.
Okay! I like that!
Companies are really looking to diversify people of colour,
especially black women.
Can I say that?
Let's go!
Slay, girl.
♪
(Screaming)
What in the Jordan Peele?
♪ I'm-a have to pull a big mac like real ♪
(car approaching)
(siren beeping)
(knocking)
Can I ask what you're doing parked
on the side of a busy highway?
Um...
I was just tired so I pulled over.
You can't be sleeping on the side of the road.
Yeah, I mean, I'd rather do that than just keep driving.
You can't sleep on the side of the road.
What do you expect me to do?
Just pass out and ram into a truck?
What, are you getting smart with me?
(phone pinging)
(sniffing) Do I smell marijuana?
No, I don't--
Probably just a skunk.
License and registration.
(sighing)
(clearing throat)
Shit.
I don't have my wallet on me.
Yeah? Why's that?
I got in a pretty heated argument with my folks,
and it got intense and I just kinda--
Wait a second, wait a second.
You're that guy, right?
- What? - Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I've seen you all over the internet.
You're famous, right?
Yeah, uh, I guess.
Wow. All right, well, I'll tell you what.
I'm going to let you off with a warning under one condition.
I need a video. (chuckling)
My wife, she's a huge, huge fan.
One sec.
(beeping) All right, here we go.
Honey, you're not going to believe who I'm with.
It's that-- that politician guy. Jagmeet Singh.
You know, with the suits and the turban.
The one on your hall pass.
(laughing) All right. Hey, Jagmeet,
say something, say something.
Make sure you vote.
(laughing) Make sure you vote!
That's so good. All right. Well, listen.
I'm really sorry about the trouble, alright?
And just remember,
no smoking and driving, Jagmeet.
(laughing) All right.
You have a good day, sir.
- Wow. - You, too.
Yeah, that's great.
'Kay.
(phone pinging)
(sighing)
(car starting)
♪
(Supinder whispering)
(whispering continuing)
I'm going to go get some coffee. Do you want to come?
Might be good to get some air.
(speaking Punjabi)
Okay. Do you want anything?
French vanilla?
'Kay, uh... I'll be back in half an hour.
Half an hour?
I'm going to walk.
(Supinder whispering)
(door creaking open, closing)
(tools whirring, men shouting)
(phone ringing and vibrating)
Hello?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Come back tonight, okay?
No, I-- I don't know, I need some time.
Supinder: We can fix it. Please...
Are you serious?
Is that what you're worried about right now?
Sunny: Hey, you can't park here!
I gotta go.
- Sunny: Oh, shit. Jasmeet? - Supinder: Come back tonight.
Jasmeet.
(knocking)
Yo, I was about to be like,
"Who's this asshole blocking my laneway,"
but it's my asshole.
What? What do you mean, "What?"
You look like shit, bro.
Why are you wearing the same shit as yesterday?
So, it definitely wasn't your weed?
Come on, man. You know I don't smoke.
You smell like it.
All right. Look, it was just, like, a long night.
I don't know, I'm starting to think I should have
just told them it was Neal's weed to begin with.
Look, I respect you for not snitching and shit,
but why'd you take the blame for that gora mother-effer?
He's my cousin.
Pssh. If you say so,
but, I mean, how did that work out for you?
(vehicle beeping)
All right, well, can I just crash at yours tonight?
Look, man, I'm sorry this happened to you,
and my home is always your home,
but no.
I mean, family's everything, man.
I can't help you run away from your problems.
Okay, well, can you stop by my place
and just grab a couple things for me?
It's just my clothes and my wallet.
What do I look like? Your secretary?
Bro, please, come on, man.
You know you're good with my dad.
Some things you need to handle like a man.
I mean, this thing happens with families.
We fight because we care.
He's still your Bapu at the end of the day,
and you have to respect that.
Mend this shit between y'all and ask for forgiveness.
Ask for forgiveness? Are you serious?
Yeah, well...
Right or wrong, he's your elder.
Our elders carried us on their back to this new desh.
That's our values.
Don't abandon them just 'cause you live in the West.
Okay, Rupi Kaur.
Man, do what needs to be done.
Everything can't be your parents' fault.
Can it?
Daddy! Daddy, daddy! Take me on a truck ride!
Hey, how you doing, Princess?
Jasmeet: Did she just call you "Daddy?"
This is my daughter, bro.
Jasmeet: You have a daughter?
I have three.
You have three daughters?
Yeah.
How come you never told any of us?
Y'all never asked, man.
It's always "Me, me, me, me, me."
"Oh, people think my saris are too slutty."
"Oh, people think I'm white 'cause I am."
"Oh..."
...and stuff like that.
I don't even sound like that, so.
Is this Jassu Uncle you talk about,
who gets a dollar a view?
Yes, my little princess. This is my youngest one.
They made me a girl dad.
All soft and shit, but no going out,
and no talking to boys,
and no looking any man in the eye except for me, okay?
Okay, but what about Jassu Uncle?
He's not a man.
(grunting) Listen, bro.
Just think about what I said, okay?
All right.
Let's go.
We're going to go on the truck, get some hot chocolate,
then we'll find some puppies to play with.
Hey, I wonder if puppies are tax write-off.
(phone pinging)
(stomach grumbling)
I'm starving.
(dog barking)
(phone pinging)
Chippy: This should be good.
Raysha: Hey, everyone.
We're doing an extra special event today.
Come on down to see how we drape our materials.
Who the fuck is "we?"
Raysha: We started playing with some new...
Well, actually, old-school styles
and we're super excited to share with you all.
My favourite stylist and designer friends
will be there, so you know it's going to be such a fab time.
Come on down to RayshSpace today!
This is some bullshit.
What a hack.
(dog barking)
(tiger roaring)
Oh.
You know what? Fuck it.
(elephant trumpeting)
I needed that.
(people chatting)
Neal: Jasmeet?
Excuse me, bro.
Neal: Jasmeet?
Jasmeet.
I know you.
Where have I seen you?
Uh, the Gurdwara?
No, someplace else.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, so nice to meet you, Uncle.
I really have to go, though.
RedTube! I watch all your videos on RedTube.
I watch RedTube all the time.
My kids love it.
Okay, I don't think that's supposed to be
the kind of website that kids are supposed to--
Neal: Have you seen Jasmeet?
Okay, look, I really have to go though,
but it was so nice meeting you.
Oy, take a picture with him. Big RedTube star.
I'm actually not-- I'm not on RedTube,
but just a regular content creator.
Jasmeet? Buddy?
Don't say it too loud. You're gonna--
Here, here. I have right here.
Okay.
Ready? One, two, three.
- RedTube. - Oh, my God.
RedTube. All right. Okay, thank you.
Jasmeet?
- Famous RedTube. - Yo, Jasmeet.
Neal: Yo, Jasmeet. God, is this guy deaf?
So proud.
Jasmeet. Sorry. Jasmeet!
I know you and Mom had an arranged marriage,
but do you love her?
She's my wife and she's your mom.
Great, but that's not what I'm asking.
Do you love her?
You need a person who works for the family.
Good background, good job, money.
Exactly...
But Jaspreet, sometimes I feel--
That's why we are proud of you.
Dad.
Why a grown man has to dance to sell a house?
Okay, but also, the love for me isn't--
...Then there is love.
Right.
You know, I think Jasmeet's just--
Don't bullshit me.
Yo, Jasmeet. Yo, Jasmeet!
Wait up, bro. Hey.
Dude, I've been looking for you all day. You good?
I need my, uh... I need my stash.
Yeah, of course you do. That's all that matters to you.
That's not true. A lot of things matter to me,
like Black lives, the rainforest.
Oh, male pattern baldness. You know I'm working on that.
Bro, can you just leave me alone?
Why are you following me around?
Wait, what? What's your problem?
My parents, dude. They found the weed.
Oh, fuck.
Yeah, great hiding spot, by the way.
How you could be so stupid?
Dude, I'm sorry. I panicked.
I didn't think anyone would check the tiffin bags
'cause it's the weekend and they're insulated,
so I thought it would hide the smell.
It was kind of smart, right? I mean, I'm fucked.
Am I fucked?
No, I'm fucked, 'cause I covered for you.
So, you're in the clear as always.
Wait, what? Why did you do that?
'Cause I didn't want to cause a rift between our families.
Okay, and now I don't have anywhere to stay tonight.
Well, you can stay with me,
and we'll call your parents tomorrow,
and we'll clear it up. I swear.
Dude, don't you get it?
There's no clearing it up when it comes to my dad, okay?
I lost everything.
There's no bouncing back from this shit like you.
Wait, like me? What do you mean?
Oh, you don't know?
Mister I Can Do Whatever the Hell I Want
and Slide Between White Neal and Brown Neal.
Sorry, Harneal Singh Suri,
whenever that is more convenient for you.
Okay, I didn't pick "Neal," by the way.
People just started calling me Neal and it stuck.
Yeah, 'cause you never corrected them.
That's 'cause people don't know what the fuck I am, dude,
and I don't know what the fuck I am.
It's confusing, and I get that you have your problems,
but I have my problems, too, and if you can't see that,
you're selfish.
I'm selfish?
Do you know how insane that sounds
coming from the guy that opted out of wearing his turban
just to make his life easier.
Oh. Oh, that's what this is about?
You're better than me just because
you're more Sikh than me or something?
Meanwhile, I've been there for you, dude, your entire life,
and I make one mistake
and you just throw that out the window?
Okay, well, one little mistake for you isn't the same for me.
Okay? I have real life consequences
that I have to deal with.
Well, I didn't ask you to take the blame!
Yeah, you know what? I shouldn't have,
'cause you would have been fine.
You know why?
'Cause you're not one of us, man,
and you never will be.
All right. All right.
All right.
You do your thing and I'll do mine.
♪
Isn't that the most darling fabric?
We could make a whole coat out of it.
Love that, but maybe we could do it a little bit--
(thumping foot)
Chippy, hey. So glad you could make it out, girlie.
Mm-hm. (chuckling)
(whispering, chuckling)
Hey, everyone! I'm just here right now at Boutique Raysha
for our collabo on fabric draping.
Um...
When Raysha asked me to show her the sari drapings of my people,
or "wrap hacks" as she likes to call them,
I was happy to share because she seemed literally
so excited about collaborating
with a dark-skinned Tamil woman.
Come here, Raysh.
(chuckling)
That's right. Niroja here reminded me
that these drapings belong to our ancestors,
and they're for all of us.
All of us? Sure.
Saris belong to all of us,
but there's so much diversity in South Asian style,
which is why it seemed weird that Raysh wanted to team up.
Our styles are so different,
but I sent her my portfolio and clearly she liked it,
because look! My styles!
She just had to have it in her store.
So, don't forget to check it out,
and see the link in my bio for my legit designs.
Chippy, what do you think you're doing?
It's Niroja.
Chippy's for friends and family, not bitches
who literally steal my shit.
Oh.
(chuckling)
You said these styles belong to the culture.
You were the spark, Chippy,
that brought me back to tradition.
You know, girlbosses helping girlbosses.
You're a girlbitch, and I'm going to spark
this place to the ground.
Listen, you might not think it,
but I can literally ruin you.
These people, they're all industry people.
So, good luck trying to find work as the entitled hothead
who throws public tantrums and tries to take down
other Brown women.
(people whispering)
Mm-hm.
Bye, Chippy.
Sorry about that.
Mm-mm. Mm-mm-mm-mm.
Your drapings are loose and sloppy, bitch.
(gasping)
Oh my-- (gasping)
(music playing on radio)
(phone vibrating)
Hello?
Samantha: Hey, it's Samantha, from the Toronto Star.
Oh, hello. How are you?
Samantha: Good! Good.
Jasmeet's article is coming out tonight.
Supinder: Oh, that's nice.
Samantha: Yeah. That's not why I'm calling, though.
We want to do a second article interviewing you.
Why me?
Samantha: I love your story, and so does my editor.
What's my story?
Samantha: The quiet, unsung hero of your family and community,
uniting them with your food.
Are you interested?
Supinder? Are you there?
Sorry, this is not the right time.
Is the food ready yet?
(sighing)
Sup?
♪
(door closing)
Yeah. Where's, uh...
He's upstairs.
No, I'm not staying.
(phone pinging)
(door opening)
You're not going to try and stop me?
Tell me I'm only thinking about myself again?
Would you even listen if I did?
Look, I know you're in a difficult position, too,
but I just don't know what to do.
I don't want to abandon you and Mom,
but if I stay here any longer, it's just going to get
more messy between me and...
I just feel like I'm suffocating.
I get it.
Really?
Yeah. Do what you need to do.
I know how it is.
They mean well, but it's just how they are.
There's no changing them.
Wow.
I really thought you were going to rip me a new one.
(scoffing) Why?
At least one of us can be free.
Wait, Maanvi. Do you want to talk about it?
"Talk about it." It's a trap, right?
I feel like everything in this family's a trap.
Jasmeet: Hey, I don't want you to feel trapped.
I always thought you wanted to get married.
Yeah, I thought so, too.
But I don't think I want to go
from living with our parents
to living with a husband where I'll eventually
become our parents.
I don't want that for me.
Okay, yo. You don't have to go through with it.
We can just, like--
It's fine.
Look, I'll take care of myself.
So should you.
Listen to the perfect child.
Look, I love you, all right?
I love you, too.
Mom, you didn't have to make all this.
You're a good son.
I know you're a good son because...
Even if it was not always enough for you guys.
Mom, that's not why I'm leaving.
It's okay.
♪
♪ To see age in a flower ♪
♪ The dawns are speeding up ♪
♪ You know it'll hurt you ♪
♪ Feel all of a sudden ♪
♪ Tired and teary-eyed ♪
♪ You knew it'd kill you ♪
♪ Don't wear a tie that'll choke you to death ♪
♪ In the city ♪
♪ Take it off and forget ♪
♪ Spare the fret that'll make you ♪
♪ Miss all of summer ♪
♪ Sweat it out and forgive ♪
♪ To see loss in a shower ♪
♪ The petals turn to mush ♪
♪ It still disappoints you ♪
(car starting)
♪ Don't force a smile ♪
♪ That'll make resent the city ♪
♪ Play it soft and forgive ♪
♪ Keep the frown ♪
♪ That'll make you squint in the summer ♪
♪ Play it slow and forget ♪
♪
(inhaling)