(dog barking)
(phone pinging)
(phone pinging repeatedly, whistling)
(phone pinging repeatedly)
(sighing)
(phone pinging)
Is the heat on?
(Dad speaking Punjabi)
(phone whistling, pinging)
(phone pinging, whistling)
♪
Oh, shit.
♪
We have to start planning, Maanu.
(continuing Punjabi)
Dude, this is crazy.
Maanvi: Not now, we have our own problems.
Problems? What? No, this is good news.
Dude, I made this video about the pagg, right?
Got mad real and everything.
I posted it online, it's been blowing up.
People love it.
That's great, for you,
but I told you I'll handle it, Mom.
I just haven't had time yet.
Supinder: I have news too, Jasmeet.
But today's Saturday.
Unless it's Monday already.
You don't know what day of the week it is?
Every day's the same when you work for yours--
When you're unemployed?
Okay, someone's in a mood.
If they like it, they might start selling
my dishes out of their trucks.
That's great, Mom.
(phone pinging)
Right?
Yup. Yup.
That's great.
Right. Yup.
Supinder: The sampler has to be there by 1:00pm, Jasmeet.
This is crazy. Yeah, yeah, yeah 1:00pm, got it.
At least there'll be heat in the car.
Seriously, why is it so cold in this house?
Dad says the heater is "broken".
If you looked up from your phone,
you'd see I used air quotes.
I felt them, and he just says that when he wants
to cheap out on a bill.
1:00pm, Jasmeet, and Maanu...
(sighing) Oh my God.
What the hell?
Somebody commented "Turban zaddy" on my video.
Do I look old?
(man speaking on radio)
(door closing)
(clock ticking)
All right, I'll take it.
(music playing)
(knocking)
Niroja, thank you for coming in.
It's so good to meet you in person, girlie!
(kissing)
Uh, yeah. You, too. You can call me Chippy.
Girlie...
Listen, you must be wondering
why Boutique Raysha reached out to you.
I'm creating this unique capsule collection
that you'd be perfect for.
Plus, I love, love, love, love meeting other girlbosses,
especially ones with literally the most gorgeous taste.
Oh, yeah. Thanks. I actually like your style too.
It's, um... It's simple.
- Mm-hm. - Understated.
Literally my mantra.
But, I do love what you do with
all of your... maximalism.
My intern showed me your page,
and I was literally, pew, blown away.
Like, look at this.
How do you even come up with these designs
and these little wrapping-- wrapping hacks?
Um, thanks. Actually, my, uh...
My Amma and my Periamma taught me all the drapings.
I hated it then, though.
Aw, so what changed?
I don't know, I guess I was just, um...
Just young?
But lately I have this renewed appreciation for Eastern beauty
and artistry, but I want to make it my own.
So, instead of using skirts, we use leggings and bikinis
to tuck them in.
Literally genius!
Thanks. I mean, it's--
It's the draping of our ancestors, it's ours.
It belongs to the culture.
No more letting the whites colonize our style.
Preach, girlie. Preach.
(gasping) Oh, my goodness!
This is literally so darling.
I could send some samples, if you want to see more.
Chippy, you are literally a star
and we'd be lucky to work with you.
Dude, my "why I wear a turban" video is blowing up.
Chippy: I did see a certain someone on 6ixBuzz.
No way.
"YouTuber explains turban significance.
Is he speaking facts or nah?"
Yo, that's like the Toronto equivalent
of being on the front page of Vogue.
I feel like you don't know what Vogue is.
So, how's your thing with thing?
Chippy: My interview with Raysha?
Yeah, your thing with thing.
I don't know. I don't exactly fuck with thing, but--
Mm-hm.
I think I could get something out of working with her.
- Yeah. - But she's okay.
She literally uses "literally" every other word, though.
Hm.
- She has a lot of followers. - Yeah.
- Are they as corny as her? Sure. - True, true.
Chippy: Do I still want to take all their money?
- Hundred percent, I do. - Dude, what the hell?
Chippy: What? I just want to get paid.
No, listen to this comment.
Chippy: My fault. I thought you were actually listening.
"Who gives a hard hat analogy for a pagg?
You're watching too much Bob the Builder, you fuddu.
Way to white wash years of rich Sikh history."
Eye roll emoji?
This dude hit me with the eye roll emoji?
Chippy: So? You get plenty of hate comments.
Just look at this one.
"It's giving five-star rating on Uber."
Wait, is that an insult?
That's just lazy.
Hate from your own people, though?
That's like an inside job.
But you got thirsty bot comments.
That's, like, the only real currency of success
nowadays anyways.
Twelve likes? What the shit?
Okay, good talk. I'm out.
Stay warm and don't let the haters turn you
into a cold-hearted bitch.
(phone beeping)
Yeah, all right. Peace.
(music playing)
Maanu.
But it still takes planning, you know?
Well, yeah, but that's why I thought we could make it
more low-key, you know? Less of a big deal.
Big deal or small deal, you have to make a decision.
I've been busy with work
and I'm probably getting my period or something,
'cause I'm just tired.
I'm having enough iron, Mom.
Go get your blood work done.
I don't need to get blood work. I'm fine!
No, let's call Babbu uncle, okay?
He's a dentist.
Wow! Found it. Look.
Isn't it beautiful?
Wow.
I don't know, it feels weird.
My Roka outfit was a bit constricting,
but you will get used to it.
I think I need something else.
Something that feels more like me.
Nothing too showy.
This might be the most exciting thing you will do for 30 years.
You're right.
What are you doing?
I've been loafting on the planning too long.
I'm going to go find my own outfit. Don't worry.
It's no trouble.
We'll sit together and start on something.
- It's fine, it's fine! - Make sure it's a modest one!
You aren't someone until you have haters, right?
Yeah, but this shit's, like, really pissing me off.
I mean, he's probably just some loser who doesn't cut his nails.
Yeah. Damn, 25 likes now?
(sighing)
(typing)
Hey, what are you doing?
Responding.
Why? They want you to engage.
You're playing into their hand.
Yeah, but somebody's gotta put him in his place.
(typing)
(sighing)
Oh, shit. Yeah, I gotta go.
Rebecca: Okay? Should I, like, hang up or something or...
Hello? What are you doing?
What's happening?
I feel like I'm getting virtual motion sickness here.
(phone whistling)
How does he know all of this?
♪
(Voices overlapping) Big raw vegetable.
Loser, looking like a Virgin.
(demonic voices overlapping)
Disrespect, bro! Man, fuck you for this!
- (demonic voices overlapping) - (phone buzzing)
Hey. Are you there?
(sighing)
I think I know who it is.
Avtar: Right, like this. Yes, good job.
This is very weird. You want to stand like this.
Right foot forward. More. Good.
Yo!
Ah, Singh.
Class, stand down.
Come to take a class to ignite the warrior spirit within?
You mean the keyboard warrior spirit?
What do you mean?
You know what I mean, dude.
Why don't you just say it to my face?
Say what to your face?
Look, I don't want to throw down--
Are you challenging the Gatka teacher in battle?
Not so wise.
(hissing)
'Cause if you were to get hurt,
who's going to run Aunty's tiffins?
After all, she needs her little delivery boy.
Man, I knew it was you, you piece of sh--
Whoa! Hey!
Is that the zubaan you want to speak in front of the youth?
After all those beautiful words you said
about the pagg in your video?
(whooshing)
Wait, what?
Look, I know I'm hard on you.
I know that's hard for you,
because you respect me so much,
but your video was truly inspiring.
Even the hard hat part?
Ah, the hard hats.
Connecting the blue collar Goray
with the nobility of the Singhs
was a masterful analogy.
It created unity.
You all saw that video, right, kids? Yes.
When you stopped coming to class,
I was worried that you had strayed from the righteous way.
Dude, I only came to, like, one class, man.
It was on the same time Pokémon was on,
so my Saturday mornings were pretty--
You were just waiting for the right opportunity
to tell me that you've not forgotten my teachings.
I see you and I'm proud of you.
(grunting)
But if you ever threaten me in front of my class again,
I'll fold you up in so many ways
that the aunties will think you're a milk crate,
and then they'll sit on you.
They will sit on your face.
And some of them... they're big.
Wait, so if it wasn't you then...
Avtar: Right, left, right.
Right, right, left, right.
Yes, good job. Right, left, right.
Yes, okay. Good.
- Good. Right, left. - (pinging)
You're swinging too fast, but that's good. Yes.
I know you're here!
Uh, I mean, we're all here.
Beautiful.
(bell jingling)
(music playing on speakers)
- Hello. - Hey.
Oh, it's you!
I was just thinking.
This chick looks a lot like Jassi's little sister.
So, what're you doing here?
I have my engagement Roka thing coming up.
Oh, well, do you see anything you like?
I guess I just... don't know what I want exactly.
Well, you know I'm a designer, right?
It's why I'm here sourcing fabrics.
I design South Asian looks for modern, urban women like--
Like myself.
Could you design something for me?
Uh... yeah. Let's find out.
I can sketch you something real quick.
Sure.
Can I ask you something?
What do you do all day?
Like-- Like, as a designer, I mean.
My job is just so clear cut. I count numbers.
I'm an accountant.
I design looks. I'm a designer.
But, like, you make money off of that?
Not always.
So, what kind of design are you loo--
So, how does someone become a designer?
I don't know. I liked it so I just did it.
Sounds hedonistic.
Ah, thank you.
So, tell me about your Roka.
What's the vibe?
Most jobs are just so clean cut.
They follow a specific path.
But you just do whatever you feel like?
Like, is there a goal?
Enough about me.
What do you want?
Great question. What do you want?
You know what? Hold that thought.
It might help.
(people chatting)
- (thumping) - (gasping)
(sighing) Oh, my God.
Dude, you scared the shit out of me.
You're not jumping me. What are you doing?
Why is it hot as hell in here, bro?
This some Bikram yoga type shit.
You know Bikram yoga?
Yeah, he's my idol.
You know what he did, right?
Bro...
...to stretch their legs in front of him,
and he makes them pay him?
Guy's a genius.
Okay, that's a hot take.
I'm hyped you texted me, bro.
I saw for this pussy, we corner him, right?
You grab him.
Then we'll give him a fucking noogie.
A classic noogie. That shit really messes you up.
It stays with you.
Usually I'd ask you to tone it back like a notch or 20,
but in this case... I love it.
Yeah, let's do it. No notes.
Great. What happened again?
Jasmeet: Uh, just, like, running his mouth on the internet.
Telling me that I'm, like,
white-washing years of rich Sikh history.
Okay, but what happened?
That. That's what happened.
What?!
You're saying that this guy didn't run up on you
or try to smash your sister or some shit?
He just left a mean comment on the internet?
Yeah, dude!
On the internet, where everyone everywhere can laugh at me
all at once.
Don't you want them to laugh?
Jasmeet: Yeah, I want them to laugh with me,
because of me, not at me.
Bro, a laugh's a laugh.
I mean, how're you gonna make it big if you keep
swerving for all this small shit?
Dude, it just, like, hits different
when it's coming from one of your own.
Okay, I get it, then channel that energy
and keep making more shit and keep getting paper.
I mean, otherwise, if you can't take the heat, dawg--
Stay out of the internet. Okay, yeah. I get it.
All right, bro. I ain't going to stick around
to jump some dusty incel 'cause he hurt your feelings.
I'm fucking starved.
Yo, anything good in that food bag?
- (grunting) - I don't know.
Just, like, a couple of-- some tiffins that my Mom--
Oh, fu--
(music playing on radio)
(sewing machine whirring)
Yo, you ever notice how every mannequin ever is,
like, super white?
(shop bell jingling)
Yeah, they look like the guests at Priyanka Chopra's wedding.
I don't know, maybe I'm a freak, but I'm not one of those people
who wants a big hoopla over a wedding.
How is a brown woman with your family gonna avoid that?
I know, right?
My mom's so excited. She should just fill in for me.
Sounds Freudian.
What's a designer know about Freud?
Same as an accountant.
Touché.
So.
Everyone else's opinion aside,
what's your dream design look like?
It's an intimate ceremony.
Just family, so, like, my look doesn't have to be a big thing.
Doesn't have to be a thing at all really.
Got it. So, you don't want to be seen or noticed.
Exactly.
You in witness protection or some shit?
What?
You just asked me to make you a nothing outfit
that no one can see you in.
No. No, no, no. I'm just--
I'm not like my brother.
He wants to be seen and loved by everyone.
I just want that from the people close to me.
So, why don't you talk to them?
I can't. I care too much about what they think.
Chippy: Maanvi.
- Is everything okay? - (bell jingling)
Yes, I'm fine.
One thing about me is I don't speak passive aggression.
So, why don't you say
what you're desperately trying not to?
I think, maybe...
I don't want to get married.
Not right now anyways.
Maybe not even for a while.
I've never said that out loud before.
Sounds stupid.
Not to me, but maybe you tell it
to one of those people you actually care about.
I see why my brother keeps you around.
Yeah, man. I'm, like, really awesome.
(chuckling)
What am I doing about this dress then?
Design it, however you want.
Yeah? You sure?
Yeah.
Okay, let me show you my page.
The fuck?!
Oh, these are so good.
Yo, Boutique Raysha? She's so awesome.
She literally stole my shit.
Yeah, we should go.
(tires squealing)
(dog barking)
(knocking)
Hey, uh, I'm supposed to be delivering the sampler?
Holy hell. Jasmeet?! You came? It's actually you?
Uh, yeah. It's actually me.
I'm such a big fan. I'm Manjit.
I've been messaging you all day, tiffin boy.
Wait, what did you just say?
I called you tiffin boy, guy.
Where's the white boy you're always hiding behind?
Oh, my God.
You're SikhSlayer99. You're my hater?
Hater? No, I'm your fan.
How are you my fan? You've been trolling me all day.
You don't get it, bro? You don't see the master plan?
Having a hater on the internet makes you legit.
I'm levelling you up. I was born to be an antagonizer.
It was in my birth chart. I blow things up.
Okay, so, is there a food truck here or no?
There is. My dad owns, like, 12 food trucks and counting.
I told him to try your mom's business.
See? I'm your fan.
Okay, so is he here?
I'm supposed to make this delivery.
You were. He's not home anymore.
That was supposed to be hours ago.
You really screwed your mom over, eh?
Oh, my God. Okay, look.
I'll come back tomorrow. I'm gonna have a fresh sampler.
It'll be nice and hot.
You lost your chance. My dad doesn't like unprofessionalism.
(sighing)
Okay, what the shit is even going on right now?
First, you troll me all day,
but then you give my mom an opportunity,
and then you just take it away from her?
You should be thanking me.
Why would I be thanking you?
You got more followers out of this.
I could have delivered this way earlier if I didn't let
your mind poison just, like, slide into my brain DMs,
and I'm just standing here like an idiot with, like--
What even-- Are you taking a picture?!
What even are you?
Like, some reverse psychology super fan?
Number one super fan, baby. Say "paneer."
Okay, dude. Can you not? Please. Stop. What are you doing?
Oh, snap. This is a great pic.
You look so cheesed. It's like I'm your pet peeve.
Bars, yo. I'm like your Nav Bhatia,
you're my Raptors. I could be a rapper.
I deliver more slappers than your mom
when you get home with no tiffins delivered.
Jasmeet... (continues rapping indistinctly)
(door shutting)
Did you find what you wanted?
I think so.
Good...
(woman speaking on TV)
Turn it down and I'll tell you.
(turning down TV volume)
I'm sorry about earlier. I had a lot on my mind.
But I'm always there to help you whenever you need me.
It's... not that.
I think the reason I was delaying--
(door opening)
How was the delivery? Did he like it?
(sighing)
Oh, what happened?
(sighing) Okay, I'm so sorry.
No, it's not that. The food is great.
Did you deliver it on time like she asked?
- No, but-- - So, you fucked it up.
Yo, the food truck guy's daughter, she was crazy.
Like, legit crazy.
So, it was the food truck guy's daughter's fault? Makes sense.
Maanvi: You just can't do anything for anyone
other than yourself, can you?
(sighing) I know, I'm so sorry.
(phone buzzing)
(sighing) God.
Where are you going?
Supinder: I'll find something!
I have planning to get back to.
(sighing)
(phone pinging)
♪
♪ Give me something for my love ♪
♪ All that I want to see is you ♪
(singing indistinctly)
♪ Oh, my love, I'm needing you ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Ooh La-la-la la-la-la-la ♪
♪ Ooh, my love, I wanna know... ♪