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(Car approaching)

They're here!

(Horn beeping)

What took you so long?

- Oh, careful! - Why be careful?

- (laughing) - Look.

Look, my strong muscles.

- Oh, wow. - Nice.

Come here.

A new personal best at my age.

- Maanvi? - What?

Do you remember, you and Jasmeet...

Free foot massage.

But unfortunately, Jasmeet's not here, so...

So what?

So if I massage just one foot

then you're gonna be off balance.

You're gonna be, like, walking in circles.

(laughing)

Yeah, I'd lower my expectations.

Maanvi!

(laughing)

I am not surprised.

(sighing)

(muttering)

Maanvi.

I'm not going anywhere.

Do you still walk in the morning?

Yes, every morning, six o'clock.

This keeps me young.

Me too. Except I run now. I'm a runner.

But don't worry. I'll slow it down and tell you everything.

Okay, you want to bet? I'll bet you five dollars.

Oh, no, no. Make if 50.

Maanvi: Okay, that's it. You're done.

(birds chirping)

Maanvi: Jogi Uncle? You up?

(knocking)

(doorknob clicking)

Jogi Uncle?

Are you ready for our walk?

Jogi Uncle?

Oh my God.

Mom!

Rebecca: Okay, go.

Jasmeet: All right.

So, a few months back, I'm hanging out with my boy, right.

And he looks to me, and he's like, "You, bro.

"Your joora-- has it gotten smaller?"

Naturally, I start freaking out because, duh, who wouldn't?

But here's the good news,

because that's when I heard about...

Lushback, the revolutionary new serum that's guaranteed

to revitalize the thinning hairs up top,

so that you can go back to the glory days

of your former thick, juicy bun.

Oh my God. Cut. Cut, cut, cut.

Oh my God, I hate myself so much right now.

What? That was so good, you had it.

How can you even look at me right now?

It's all part of the game.

It means that your brand is growing.

Plus, it's a lot of money.

Come on, go again.

(sighing) Oh my God, I hate brand deals so much.

Okay, okay.

What is this, take nine? Take 11?

All right, let's just go. Hey, what's up, guys?

So, a few months ago, I was hanging out with my boy.

And nat-- What are you doing? Is this--

Am I even in frame right now?

Uh... you just got a text message.

From your dad.

What?

Why? Why is he texting me? What does it say?

I don't know, you have your preview messages off,

Mister Privacy.

Well, you should read it.

What if it's something important?

(sighing) All right.

Oh, shit.

Rebecca: What does it say?

Oh my God.

"Jogi Uncle dead.

"Thumbs down emoji. Funeral tomorrow."

Well, that's one way to send a really tragic text.

(Jasmeet sighing)

Who's Jogi Uncle? Were you guys close?

Yeah, he was like, this really cool dude, you know?

He was like a trailblazer type. He was an artist,

he was a painter, he was a writer,

he used to travel the world.

He wasn't even married. You know?

He was just such a source of inspiration for me.

Oh, well, that's good to know.

Ah, no, I don't mean it like that. I'm just, like...

Well, are you gonna go?

(sighing) I mean, I don't know, man.

My whole family is gonna be there.

But I think I kind of have to.

Well, do you want me to come?

No, no. Not yet.

But when we change the date,

we'll tell everyone.

All right. Okay.

Uh-huh.

Okay. Uh-huh.

(sighing)

Okay, thank you.

Okay, bye.

- (chattering continues) - (call cutting off)

- Reschedule what? - Huh?

Maanvi: You said we have to reschedule. Reschedule what?

The wedding.

Because of the funeral?

- It's always like this. - Right.

Right, right.

For how long, usually?

Months. Maybe a year.

Maybe a year?

Supinder: Maanvi?

Uh, I'm sorry, I just...

I-- I don't know, I just...

I loved Jogi Uncle so much.

(ambient traffic noise)

You haven't said anything for like, five minutes.

Yeah, well, that's because it's like, a text message

- from my dad, I'm-- - Okay!

I totally get it.

I mean, I have a lot of other friends with strict parents.

I can go as, like, just your friend.

Really?

Because you know that friendship is going to have to

be taken seriously. I mean, really seriously.

You're not gonna be able to touch me, no hugs,

no hands. No feet.

You're not even gonna be able to give me a cute smile.

Okay.

No one's gonna know that we're together, I promise.

All right, you don't have to, like, antagonize me

with your cuteness right now, okay?

You're sure you're okay with that? Just as friends?

Yeah, of course.

I mean, that's what you do for someone that you really...

...care about.

Okay. Yeah, sure.

I mean, I do feel better when you're around, you know.

It would be nice to have you at the ceremony

considering all the shit that's been going on with my family.

Just to have that support.

Well...

I can just be Jasmeet's really good bud, Rebecca.

Do you think you could be Jasmeet's best buddy, Harpreet?

Hmm.

(somber music playing)

(sighing)

(crowd shouting, weeping)

(crowd noise fading out)

(noise fading out)

(Punjabi music playing softly)

- Jasmeet: Hey. - Hey.

Hey. How you doing? You okay?

Yeah. Yeah. Great.

The universe is great, all the time.

Are you high?

Why the hell are you talking like that?

It's good you came.

- You know, despite whatever. - Yeah.

Jogi Uncle would have been happy.

I had to do it for the Jogz. It's so sad.

I was looking forward to seeing him again.

What-- What even happened?

We were supposed to go for a walk in the morning,

and he just, kinda...

- Hmm. - Yeah.

- I found him. - What?!

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm just... you know.

Mix of emotions.

But it is what it is.

Everything happens for a reason.

Okay, I can't tell if you're taking this really well,

or you're about to lose your shit.

You sure you're good?

(door clicking)

My brother.

I miss you.

You heard the bad news?

Uh, yeah, that's why I'm here.

We can't get married anymore.

Oh. Oh, that news.

I had so much content lined up for the wedding, you know?

Reels, TikToks,

branding opportunities with all the vendors.

You understand, we're influencers.

Yeah, I feel your pain.

And my ragi's plane ticket, the deposit on the hall.

- Deposit. - And the DJ. Oh...

The DJ is always booked, man.

Oh, man. You guys booked the always booked guy?

How are my socials gonna pop off?

How are they gonna pop off? The socials need to pop off,

especially at a time like this. When are they gonna pop?

Well, they will pop off.

Just in, like, a year or whatever.

I don't even know where I'm going to live anymore.

My house is basically sold and ours isn't ready yet.

Can't you just stay with your mom?

She was booked to go back to India after the wedding.

What am I going to do? What am I going to eat?

The woman makes the best aloo parontay. Oh, goddamnit!

I wish I was married to you already.

You know she has no idea how to make parontay, right?

Oh, that's chill.

My Mom's making a bunch of tutorials

for her to learn before she dips.

Hmm. Convenient.

Well, I guess I've got a year to learn 'em.

Wow. Can't believe Jogi Uncle ruined his special day.

How dare he?

So, how's that girl you're living with?

Wait. What? Who told you?

Our neighbourhood Gossip Girl.

Sunny.

That idiot.

So, what, are you guys getting serious?

No. Chill. It's not even like that.

It's just super casual, it's not even like...

You know what? I feel weird talking about it here.

Okay, even though you moved out, I'm still your sister, remember?

Yeah. Right.

You know, she's actually coming here today.

Yeah, but as, like, not as a girlfriend,

just like, as a friend. Chill. Relax.

It's like, not even a thing, okay?

It's just support. It's nice. She's nice.

Okay. Well, that's nice.

(sighing)

Anyways, how's-- how's things at home?

Fine. Dad has birds now.

Jasmeet: Birds?

What does that even mean?

I don't know, honestly, I can't even--

Jasmeet!

Mom, I'm eating. It's just these clothes are too big, okay?

It's not a...

Why are you so skinny, though?

Mom's going off on me, look at you.

Maanvi: What? What are you talking about? Jogging...

(phone beeping, chiming)

- Hey. - Hey.

I'm sorry about Jogi Uncle.

He was a very strong man, physically.

We used to wrestle, and I would let him win.

But last time I saw him,

I really went for it,

and I think I hurt his hip.

And I can't help but feel like this is all my fault.

So, I just want to get that off my chest.

And, uh, he loved your foot massages.

Yeah. Thanks.

Yeah.

'Sup?

Funeral director: Okay.

So this is how it's going to go down.

No nonsense,

and absolutely no fisting.

Especially man to man.

This is not that kind of ceremony.

Respect. Okay.

To clean and prepare the body that is dead.

Meeti is standing right behind your backside.

Sad face, short legs.

Yes, that's the one.

Let's go.

Men from the immediate family only.

Yeah, I know.

And have you even met Jogi Uncle?

I mean, not yet, but...

Jaspreet: Yeah. Yeah, yeah. No, no, for sure.

That's cool. Um, honestly,

between you and me, BK,

it's probably better I stay out here anyway, right.

Be a strong support for the women.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Plus, there's some flowers I wanted to fix, so...

Yeah, okay.

Funeral director: Okay.

So, now you will dress the body.

To begin...

Suit is there.

Three piece, huh?

It's going to take some team effort, but we'll get there,

if you follow my instructions.

All right, I want two people on the legs

and two people on the arms.

No confusion, no misconception.

Nobody from the leg team on the arm team, vice versa.

Are you clear on that?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Funeral director: Pant goes on both the legs.

Jasmeet: It's the-- Dude, it's the wrong leg.

And he's limp, I get it, but you're gonna push it through.

Push it through like a man. Come on!

- On the pants side. - Jasmeet: Here we go.

Funeral director: Okay, lift it!

Not legs in the airs!

It's not Netflix and chill kind of thing. Put it down.

And you are on the leg team! Why are you on the head team?

You, white boy!

- You close the zip. - Okay, got it.

It's over there.

Funeral director: Or is he walking barefoot to the Heaven?

Leg team, on the socks!

What-- What is your-- this obsession with the legs?

(Slamming)

What the hell is this guy's problem?

I heard he used to be a doula.

Funeral director: Hello! What's going on there?

- Is there a joke? - Neal: No.

Bring in the patka. Bring in the patka. Okay.

Don't tell me that!

(breathing heavily)

Okay?

Bakshish.

So, keep up the good work.

(clapping)

- Hey. - Hey.

Oh my God, thanks so much for coming.

Yeah. Maanvi, I'm so sorry.

Jasmeet told me you guys were close.

Oh, yeah. I'm sad.

Especially since, you know,

we had to cancel the wedding.

Cancel?

Well, postpone. For, like, a year, out of respect.

You must be devastated.

Yeah.

Actually, I am.

Jogi Uncle would always take me for these walks,

talk to me about me.

He was the only one who asked me what I wanted,

even though I was just a kid, and that meant everything.

We all need someone like that.

We were supposed to go on one of our walks when I found him.

And now I just keep thinking, like,

what would he have asked me?

You know, and what would I have said?

Well...

What would you have said?

I don't know if I would have told him the truth.

I mean, I told you, and then...

Yeah. I know.

But lucky for you, I'm awesome and smart,

and hot, of course, and I understood all that.

Yes, you are that.

A lot can happen in a year.

What are you gonna do with that time?

I don't know. Travel, maybe.

I've never really done that.

I think travelling is great.

Um... she's here.

I should go warn Jasmeet.

- He knows. - Oh.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Good to see you again. - You too.

Um, Rebecca, this is Maanvi, Jasmeet's sister.

- Hi. - Maanvi, this is Rebecca.

She's Jasmeet's...

Friend.

- Got it. - Got it.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

- Thanks. - Maanvi, Chippy.

Why don't you tell everyone to get seated

for Sukhmani Sahib paat. It's about to begin.

Okay, Auntie.

Sat Sri Akal Puth. Are you leaving?

Sat Sri Akal, Auntie. Uh, no.

I was just going to go step outside for some fresh air.

Did you have any tea, water, or coffee?

That's so kind of you, Auntie, but...

(speaking Punjabi)

How do you know Maanvi?

Oh, um, through Jasmeet.

I'm, uh, I'm a good friend of his.

That's very nice. I am glad you are here.

What is your name, please?

- Uh, Rebecca. - Hey, Harpreet.

I think Chippy might have been looking for you. Yeah.

Um, I don't know what you were so worried about.

Your mother is lovely.

It was so nice meeting you, Auntie.

And I'm so sorry for your loss.

Jasmeet, that girl seems very nice.

Yeah, yeah, she is really nice.

She's a good friend. Supportive.

- She is the same culture. - You know what I mean.

- (solemn music playing) - ♪ Waheguru ♪

♪ Waheguru ♪

♪ Waheguru ♪

So sorry for your loss.

I loved Jogi Uncle. He was like family to me.

Yeah, he used to get his tires changed at my yard.

Yeah, he drove a BMW.

Thanks, brother.

(whispering indistinctly)

Look, the father-son relationship he always wanted.

(sobbing)

(wailing)

What the hell? Did she even know him?

(wailing)

Who is she?

I've never seen this auntie in my life.

(chuckling)

- (wailing) - Neal: Dude, not fair.

She's totally out-crying all of us.

Hey, can you make me cry?

- What? - Blow into my eyes.

- Here, just blow into them. - (chuckling)

(wailing continues)

(laughing)

(stifled laughter)

What the hell is wrong with you?

I just...

(wailing)

She doesn't even know him!

(laughing)

Maanvi.

(laughing)

Oh my God!

(wailing)

(laughing hysterically)

(sobbing)

(Maanvi laughing)

(wailing dramatically)

Come here. Come here.

Who are you?

- Ah, no! - It's okay. It's okay.

- No! - Are you his secret lover?

(wailing)

Yeah, he's dead.

Hey. How you feeling?

Better.

Yeah.

Sorry it was weird in there.

Yeah, um, I have some amazing news.

- What? - Okay, so, um,

I spoke to your dad, and we solved all our problems.

He said the ceremony is all we'd really have to postpone.

Meaning what?

Meaning we can just do a courthouse wedding. Right away.

Sign the documents, start our life together

as husband and wife.

Uh, in your parents' basement, of course,

while our house is still under construction.

You and my Dad decided this without me?

Yeah, just now.

We weren't even supposed to get married for another month.

And that's the best part. We keep it simple for now,

and we can even do it in, like, a few days.

What's all this court marriage bullshit

you guys decided without me, huh?

Why can't he just move in and we get married

in like, a year or whatever.

No. This is the only respectable way.

Then why does Jasmeet get to live with his girlfriend?

(crowd exclaiming, chattering)

(quietly) Fuck me.

I don't care!

Gurdeep: I don't give a damn.

Yeah, well, you know what? I don't give a damn about

what you guys think of me and what I do, either. Okay?

Thank God I have my own place

with someone who actually cares about me,

and I don't have to worry about any of your bullshit anymore.

Come on. We're leaving. Enjoy being miserable.

(speaking Punjabi)

It's always something at these funerals.

You don't know the half of it.

Funeral director: They all will be hugging each other tomorrow.

Hey.

I still need the rest of the deposit, though.

Oh, yeah, um...

I think your guy is over there.

Funeral director: Um...

Just any of them.

- Over there. - Any?

Oh, uh, sorry.

It's a dead end.

(chirping)

(Gurdeep muttering)

Eat.

Uh-oh. Oh-oh.

(chirping)

(sighing)

(whispering)

♪ Every doubt ♪

♪ You can't live without ♪

♪ Washing away ♪

♪ Nothing can change ♪

(phone chiming)

♪ Nothing can change ♪

Hey.

Hey.

I love you.

I love you too.

♪ Nothing can change ♪

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