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(Text on screen)

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(glasses clinking, romantic music playing)

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Ah.

Skip?

Uh, no, I'm-- I'm here to see my girlfriend for lunch.

Oh, my God. I'm sorry. I thought you...

It's fine.

Oh God.

Uh, let me bring you to your table.

Um, I'll just walk myself. It's all good.

Thank you though.

Man: Skip?

Can I get some confirmation, please?

(phone chiming)

Great.

(Rebecca laughing)

Man: Sorry.

(phone vibrating)

- Hello? - (woman speaking over phone)

(woman giggling)

(phone chiming)

Okay.

I love you. (kissing)

Bye-bye.

(Punjabi hip hop playing)

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(horns honking)

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(horn honking)

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(chuckling)

(laughing)

(laughing)

Hmm?

(chuckling)

(phone chiming, vibrating)

Heh.

Heh?

- Heh? - (laughing)

(alarm chirping)

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(sighing)

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(phones chiming, vibrating)

Good luck. Love you. Miss you.

Man in video: Motivation is a simple thing.

What motivates me?

The flowers I see every morning.

The sun. The fact that I'm alive.

I can go on. I can conquer the world any time I want to.

(music playing)

Do you need a truck loan? Do you need a truck loan?!

We'll get your truck loan approved.

You see that plane? That fast! That fast!

One hour approval. One hour approval.

Anywhere in Canada! Money, money, money, money.

(trilling)

(Bhangra music playing)

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(hissing)

(steam whistling)

Smells good, bro.

(chuckling)

Roommate: Mmmm-hmm-hmm.

(chuckling)

And I'm not shy to send you nudes, bro.

(laughing)

("O Canada" playing in background)

Man narrating video: Canada, our home, our pride.

But our home is at risk.

Unchecked immigration has exploded,

putting Canada's future in jeopardy.

The consequences are clear: housing crisis,

food crisis, and employment crisis.

(Dramatic music plays in background)

Our children deserve opportunities,

not competition from foreign workers.

The government must act now to stop

new international students from entering Canada.

Visit 'Canada Immigration Crisis.ca',

and vote to stop unchecked immigration.

(laughing)

These people should be happy

that we are doing their dirty work.

Narrator: We need to fight back on the invasion.

(Bani over phone)

(roommates snoring)

(Bani giggling)

(both laughing)

Okay. Love you. Bye.

Bani: Okay, bye.

(Bani continues talking to her mom)

(call ending)

(roommate continues snoring)

(phone chiming)

(muttering in Punjabi)

(grunting)

(snoring continues)

Hello, I'm a business student

and I'm looking for an opportunity

to gain practical experience.

Hello, I'm a business student

and I'm looking for a business opportunity...

Good morning, bro...

Hello, I'm a business...

Hello, I am a business student

and I'm looking for an opportunity

to gain practical experience in, um...

in my field.

Hello... (muttering)

Hello. Hello.

Hello. Hello.

Hello. In Canadian accent, you gotta emphasize on the R's.

Say 'ahparrchunity'. 'Urr'.

'Ahparr... chunity'

Ahparr... Ah--

'Ahparrchunity'.

- 'Ahparrchunity'. - Exactly.

'Ahparrchunity'.

Yeah, like more R. Roll it, roll it.

- 'Ahparrchunity'. - 'Ahparrchunity'.

Yeah, more like a cool guy, man.

- 'Ahparrchunity'. - 'Ahparrchunity'.

More hip hop, like 'Ahparrchunity'.

- 'Ahparrchunity'. - Yeah.

- 'Ahparrchunity'? - Yeah. 'Ahparrchunity'.

Stop wasting time and focus on making more deliveries.

...but for anything good, they're not gonna let you in.

So why try, man.

...and now he's trying to give you advice?

(speaking Punjabi)

'Ahparrchunity', smile.

- 'Ahparrchunity'. - Perfect.

(phone line ringing)

Woman on phone: Hello?

Hello. Hello.

Yeah?

I'm a business student,

and I'm looking for an 'ahparrchunity'--

Yeah, we don't need duct cleaning. Thanks.

(call ending)

(laughing)

Bro, at this point,

take an opportunity and learn to clean these damn ducts.

Don't you have to go to work? Do your deliveries?

Then go on, eh?

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(horn honking)

Driver: Hey, it's my light, dipshit!

Man: Why do I have to tell you people every day?

No food unless you bring your hot bag!

Woman: That elevator is for residents only.

Use the other one!

(horn honking)

Man 2: Bike lane, dumbass!

Use the bike lane!

- (bell dinging) - Man 3: What the fuck.

I don't care if you're picking up an order!

Stand in line like the rest of us!

(brakes squealing)

- Student: Okay, thank you. - Woman: Have a nice day.

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Excuse me! Did you see my bike here?

It was parked! I parked it right here!

(phone chiming)

Shit, shit, shit!

(muttering)

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So, basically,

I need you to go down to the dry storage to pick up--

All right, see ya.

Whoa.

You really going to Reena's dressed like that?

'Cause the last time you said you were going to hers,

you ended up going downtown.

Chippy: Uh, that's because she lives downtown!

Umair: I don't want to hear it.

I told you, I don't want you dressing like that.

I've already had this conversation with you.

Chippy: How is this any different than

that tiny-ass dress that you bought me?!

Umair: That is different.

I was with you, and I could protect you.

Sir, your order, sir.

What if one of my guys looks at you and gets the wrong idea?

Huh? How do you think that makes me look?

Then tell your boys not to be pervs then.

Hey, boys, stop being pervs!

- Okay, I'm so gone. - Just wait.

- Excuse me, sir. - Let's eat, okay?

I don't wanna eat.

If you don't eat, I'm not gonna eat.

Is that what you want? You want me to starve?

Oh, my God. You're so fucking dramatic.

- Student: Excuse me, sir. - I'm so sorry.

- Chippy, wait. - Sir, your order, sir.

- Chippy, wait. Come on. - Sir.

What the fuck is your problem, man?

Sir, it's your order.

Okay, first of all, you're like, fifty minutes late.

What the fuck is wrong with this bag?

Fuckin' cold. The shake is half gone.

Fuck, man.

Sorry, paaji.

My bike... My bike it was stolen.

I had to run here on foot.

How is that my problem?

Sir, I did everything to get your order, no matter what.

Just please don't leave me a bad review.

You fucking refs,

you come to this country and you give us a bad name.

Why don't you learn to adapt to this country?!

Sorry, sir, I tried. I ran.

Why did you even come here?

Just to do the same shitty job that you do back home?

It's not that hard. You just have to pick up the food,

and you bring it to the person that ordered it.

That's all you have to do. It's not that hard.

Wait till you see what type of review I'm going to give you.

- Paaji-- - What? What? What's wrong?

You have no brains? It's not fucking rocket science!

What's wrong with you? Be a fucking man!

- Paaji, I'm sorry. - That's why everyone treats us

like shit here. All of us came here at one point, right?

(breathing heavily)

Student: Account suspended for three weeks?

Yeah. Don't worry.

I don't even have a bike anymore, man.

When these gora people move out now,

they sell all their stuff online for so cheap.

Or else I sell it on the antique store,

make millions out of it.

(typing)

What do you guys think? Good plan, no?

Student: Oh, wait, man!

That's my bike, bro!

You bitch motherfucker.

Yeah.

Approach him softly first.

Yeah. That's a great idea.

Nehanth: Chill out, bro.

- (chiming) - (snapping fingers)

(laughing)

Thank you.

Good luck.

You the guy for the bike?

Yes, that's me. Can I take a look?

Yep.

All yours.

You stole this from me today. I'm here to take it back.

Fuck out of here. "Stole."

This is-- this is my bike.

I've had it for years.

I tied a thread under the seat.

The fuck are you trying to pull here, huh?

How do I know that you didn't just put that there?

Is this some sort of scam or some shit?

Listen, man. I-- I don't want any argument, okay?

Just give it back and I won't report you.

I'm not giving back shit! Get the fuck out of my face!

- This is my bike! - Fuck out of here!

- This is my bike! - Fuck you, you curry bitch!

- Fuck out of here. - This is my bike,

- you dirty liar! - Liar?

- (groaning loudly) - Come here. (grunting)

(dog barking)

Fuck.

He's getting away with my bike!

He's getting away with my bike!

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He's getting...

Actual fuck!

(groaning)

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(man singing in Punjabi on speaker)

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(door opening)

Man: I feel like I'm getting, like, completely kicked out

of the family. I mean, I was 50 percent of the business

before Jaspreet showed up.

I mean, Pooji was 80 percent,

but I was, like, 100 percent of the last 20 percent,

you know?

Hey, question, man.

Do you ever stop complaining?

Yeah, when I'm not hungry.

Dude, I just wanted a ride home.

We've made, like, four stops.

We're doing all these chores.

Sunny: Well, then get your license.

I ain't your personal driver.

I got shit to do too, man.

Neal: My God. This place is bone dry.

I thought you said there was some big paat happening

with rajma and shahi paneer.

Shahi paneer?

Or maybe they left, man. Maybe it's finished.

Don't know.

Oi.

Oh.

It was just a long day.

Hey, do you want a ride? Offer him a ride.

Bro, I just did! When are you going to learn Punjabi, man?

No, man. I know mad students who got their bikes jooked,

and those crooks don't do shit.

Just make you fill out mad paperwork

and then forget about it the next day.

Look, man. Don't worry.

I'll make a couple of calls to some Russians I know.

Maybe I can get your bike back.

- Yeah! - Yo.

(sighing)

Uh, excuse me.

Uh, what is this?

Shrimp taco.

Shrimp? Isn't shrimp that disgusting water bug

that Chinese people and white people eat?

Uh, sorry.

Oh, it's cool. I'm not Chinese.

Sunny: Try it at least.

You can't just keep eating daal and roti.

You're in Canada now, bro.

Bro, I've only ever seen you eat daal and roti.

That's not true. I also eat goat.

Daal with goat.

Rajma goat.

Goat curry roti.

Oh, goat-infused goat.

Is that when you eat a goat that's pregnant

with another goat?

No. It's, like, when they feed goat to another goat.

It's fucked up but delicious.

(chuckling)

Oh, this is-- this is so good.

It's amazing.

How have you never had shrimp?

You're a delivery guy.

Uh, it's not my food I'm delivering, huh?

You think I can afford this?

I'm a delivery guy, too,

or I was, before a robot took my job,

but I would always take samples.

It's all about rearranging.

(laughing) I can't risk being reported or banned.

Neal: Facts.

Student: But it doesn't matter anymore anyway.

I see other immigrants doing so well in this country.

Look at this guy.

I see his face everywhere.

You know, I-- I wish to be like him someday.

Okay. First of all, that's our enemy.

That robot literally stole my job.

Delivery guys, we got to rise up,

and second of all, you need a new role model,

because that guy's a piece of shit.

Sometimes, I'm-- I'm making delivery

and I see a fancy Singh with nice clothes

on a date with a beautiful girl.

Moments like that, you know, they...

I know I am lost right now, you know, pushed aside.

But it's okay.

There's no point in giving up.

No matter what.

We're only rewarded if we put in the effort, you know?

It's only a matter of time.

That's the attitude to have, brother.

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(robot beeping, speaking indistinctly)

Is that robot coming back? Did it hear what I said?

It's a fucking robot, bro.

Neal: Dude, they can hear you.

Back up!

(robot speaking indistinctly)

- Bro, it's a fucking robot. - I said back up!

Robot: (Unclear).

Oh, fuck.

- Robot: Please step away from-- - I'm not scared of you!

- Student: Whoa. Whoa. - Neal: Get back, demon!

- Don't come any closer! - It's okay. It's okay.

Neal: We have to run. He's got a gun. Oh, my God.

(robot speaking indistinctly)

We have to run! We have to run!

It has a gun!

Hey!

Robot: Why would you do that?

(Neal shrieking)

Neal: Run for your lives!

Robot: I only wish to speak to you.

Yo, I'm glad Sunny took us on this detour.

I'm glad I got to meet you, man.

Same, brother.

It's good to meet you, too.

- You know what? - (beeping)

I'm give you shotty.

It's the least I can do.

Thank you, paaji.

Paaji bhai, thank you for the opportunity.

Okay? Look. No pressure.

Take my card.

Just think about it, okay?

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(car door opening)

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(car door closing)

(Punjabi music playing)

(music continuing)

Woman on phone: Hello? Hello?

Hello.

Don't worry.

(beeping)

Oh.

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