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(Dynamic music)

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(Text on screen)

(Dramatic instrumental music)

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? I need you baby ?

(city traffic humming)

(city traffic humming)

(sighing)

(city traffic humming)

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? Ah-ah ?

? Ah-ah-ah ?

? Ooh ?

? Ah-ah ?

? Ooh-ah-ah ?

? Ah-ah-ah ?

(phone chiming)

(radio playing quietly)

Jaspreet,

this delivery robot is still stuck.

Like I told you, it'll sort itself out.

Modern technology, Mummy-ji.

And now it says the battery's low.

Don't worry. It's solar-powered.

That means the Sun is its battery.

"Sun"? What Sun?

I don't know why I even need this.

Don't involve me.

Mummy-ji, just give it some time.

They'll fix it.

Who is "they"?

- The algorithm. - Al who?

Mummy ji, please, later.

(radio playing quietly)

(sighing)

(phone chiming)

Phone voice: At the lights, continue straight.

Supinder: Go straight? I barely see.

Phone voice: Continue straight.

(car horn honking)

Phone voice: Take the freeway towards Mississauga.

(car horn honking)

- (wipers flapping loudly) - (air rushing)

(phone chiming)

Phone voice: You are driving too slow.

- (whimpering) - (car horn honking)

Phone voice: You are slowing traffic.

- (car horn honking) - (tires squealing)

Phone voice: At the light, make a U-turn.

- (car horn honking) - (tires squealing)

Phone voice: Make a U-turn now.

(car horn honking)

- (tires squealing) - (screaming)

(tires squealing)

Oh, my gosh.

Yo, lady! Lady!

What the fuck?

You didn't see me honking for you to pull over?

You have a flat tire!

Holy shit! You wanna die?

This girl, man!

I'm tryin' to save your fuckin' life, yo!

Sorry! My son-in-law left me alone!

Your son-in-law left you in the hood?

Yeah.

That makes me sick to my stomach, fam.

(tires squealing)

"Invest," "money," "power."

These are all the words I use and you can use 'em too

if you follow Jaspreet Purewal's mini series.

(phone ringing)

- Hello? - Supinder: Hello, Jaspreet!

Supinder: Can you please help?

Ah, I'd love to come, but, I'm deep in my livestream.

(laughing) Sorry, guys.

Can't reject a call from your mother-in-law.

Family first.

Jaspreet!

Jaspreet: Okay, I'm gonna give you CAA's number.

Tell them you're stuck on the side of the road,

and someone will come help immediately.

(speaking Punjabi)

Now, where were we?

(phone chiming)

(phone ringing)

CAA Person: CAA roadside assistance.

What's the CAA card number?

Oh, it's... it's 298384.

CAA Person: Perfect. Are you Jaspreet Purewal?

No, he's my son-in-law. He sent me this number.

CAA Person: Oh, he's not with you?

The cardholder must be at the vehicle

that needs responding to.

But my car has a flat tire!

CAA Person: Sorry. Maybe try a tow truck company?

- Good luck! - (sighing)

(phone disconnecting)

I got all the architectural drawings

and the civil engineers, mechanical engineers-

- (phone ringing) - Sorry.

Sorry, y'all. No more distractions.

Jaspreet's voicemail: Jaspreet Purewal here.

If you missed me, it's because-

(whispering)

(whispering)

(sighing)

- (car horn honking) - Ah!

(whispering)

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Oh, my god.

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(sighing)

- (metal clanging) - (sighing)

My hero.

(car door shutting)

Challo.

He's useless.

(laughing)

(imitating Jaspreet) Mummy-ji, I can find you

the best deal, but I can't find my salai.

- (both laughing) - Yeah, bro!

Property's on fire, bro.

Real fire!

I tried to cook something besides the protein shake!

- (laughing) - Sala, joker.

(breathing deeply)

(footsteps approaching quietly)

(door opening)

(rattlesnake rattling)

(drumming)

(rattlesnake rattling and drumming)

(rattlesnake rattling)

(elephant trumpeting)

(drumming and cymbals crashing)

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Jaspreet: Oh, hey! You're back.

Ooh, lovin' the hair. (laughing)

Yeah, I'm on my way there now.

Yup, Jaspreet Homes all day.

I'm gonna go unpack.

(suitcase clunking loudly)

(both breathing deeply)

(Maanvi sighing)

Maanu, I want to talk to you.

Okay, I know you guys are pissed I took the trip,

but I-

Come, sit.

I know you haven't been happy.

I know you know, and I know it doesn't matter to you.

- You made that clear. - (sighing)

It does matter to me.

But I should always do what's best for the family, right?

But I don't just want to say

the same things my mother said to me.

I always wished I would have done things differently,

and stepped out on my own more,

but now I realize we haven't let you do the same thing.

You were so much reliable, like me.

We never thought we would have to worry about you.

I've tried to do everything right.

I promise.

I know you have.

And you always have so much to carry with Jasmeet,

I never wanna add any more.

Don't worry what I have to carry.

With time, my hands grow bigger.

And we will help you to do whatever you need to.

Even if it means being on your own.

(laughing)

(crying)

(crying)

(sniffling)

(birds chirping)

(birds chirping)

(sighing)

(birds chirping)

- (rain pattering) - (birds chirping)

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? I don't know what to do ?

Rebecca: Yeah, I'm good. Yeah, he's... he's good.

? And neither do you ?

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? Confused smile and nod ?

Hey.

Do you maybe wanna go for a walk?

I mean, we could grab lunch.

Chole bhature? Kinda in the mood.

Plus, it might be nice to get outside.

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(Jasmeet sighing)

(rain pattering)

Girl, you're back!

And, what the fuck is on your head?

Do you like it?

The ladies at the resort said...

(imitating Jamaican accent) They make me look

- like a true Jamaican! - I love it.

I just hope that you never run for politics.

Can you believe I'm pulling it off?

This might be my new thing... cornrows.

Uh, well... let's keep trying different things.

You're right.

- Maybe next, I try dreads. - (scoffing)

Would your husband allow it?

He's not gonna be my husband much longer.

- What? - I'm gonna end it with him.

My parents know. They're gonna help me.

Your parents. As in Jasmeet's parents?

Crazy, right?

I'm saved from a whole life of...

laundry.

Uh... This is amazing. I'm so happy for you.

You're free!

Or, as they say in Jamaica...

- (clearing throat) - (strumming ukelele)

(imitating Jamaican accent) "..bad gyal."

Dude. (laughing)

- Hold that. - (laughing)

I can't forget this.

All right, just get that right there.

That's for me. Okay.

- (musical ringtone ringing) - Uh...

? Bring glitchin' in the kitchen and with fire see me cookin' ?

- ? Sweat drippin'- ? - What's up, fool?

Forget how to tie your shoelaces?

Yo, out of curiosity, you got an OnlyFans or some shit?

Chippy: What? What are you talking about?

Sunny: I'm seeing some raunchy-ass pic of you

in a see-through sari

one of my boys got in his group chat.

Fuck.

Sunny: You got hacked?

No. Umair!

That fucker leaked my photo?! I trusted him.

This is not good for my anger.

God, how is a bitch not supposed to get mad

when this is the bullshit that we have to deal with?

I just wanna- (sighing)

I just wanna punch him in the fucking face!

Sunny, I gotta go.

- Yo, don't do anything stup- - (call disconnecting)

What the fuck are y'all standing around for

when there's tires to be changed and shit to be transported!?

Get the fuck outta here and go back to work!

And delete the fuckin' picture!

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(breathing raggedly)

Hey, fuck-face!

Chippy.

What's with the bat?

I stop answering your calls and texts, and you what,

fucking revenge-porn me?

Or did your fingers slip,

like when you sent my picture to yourself?

Look, if you wanna have a conversation,

you gotta lower your voice and show me some respect.

This is my place of business.

I don't wanna have a conversation.

We're done!

So stop calling me. Stop texting me.

Stop buying me shit I don't need,

and stop fucking coming to my house.

- I know it's you. - Or what?

What are you gonna do?

(laughing)

(song playing in Punjabi)

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Yo, what the fuck?!

That's for telling me what I can and can't wear.

You don't wanna do this Chippy.

(smashing)

That's for telling me where I can and can't go.

(clapping) Oh, real...

...real fuckin' classy.

Don't. Don't. Don't!

- (smashing) - Guest: Oh, my god!

- (laughing) - Fuck's sake!

That's for leaking my photo to your fucking pervert friends.

Fuck you.

You're just an angry, ugly, fat bitch

and no one's gonna want your ran-through ass anyways.

I am the best you've ever had.

I'm going.

The thing is, all you had to do was answer my calls

and show me some respect.

Clearly you still want me.

- No. - That's why you're back here.

Isn't it? Unless you're here to hurt me.

In that case, do it.

Do it.

Sunny: How 'bout I do this, pussy?

- (bottle smashing) - (groaning)

Sunny: Fuckin' big man sending pics to all your boys!

Lay your hands on a woman! The fuck's wrong with you?

- Umair: Get off! - I'll fucking kill you.

- You piece of shit! - (flesh thudding)

- Sunny, get off him! - Fuck you!

Get off!

- Stop it! - (grunting)

(police radio chattering)

Dispatcher: Standby, oh-two.

What the fuck was I thinking?

Umair won't mess with you again.

- Trust that. - It's too late.

My photo's already out there.

Yo, honestly, the photo's not even that bad.

I've seen shorties post way worse online.

That's not the point, Sunny.

I wanted to post it myself

when I was ready to get back on the scene.

It was supposed to be my choice,

and he fucking took that away from me.

(sighing)

No, you know what?

(phone clicking and chiming)

Whoa! You posted it?!

Yeah. Now, he has no power over me.

Why'd I bust my hands on that man's face

if you were gonna post it?!

I don't get feminism, man.

(sighing)

Hey, Mr. Link & build linked his face with my fists.

(both laughing)

Shut up, Sunny.

And don't bring a cricket bat next time.

Baseball bats are easier to swing

and they're lighter.

I'm not planning on repeating this, Sunny.

Yeah, right...

? Oh ?

? Oh-oh ?

- Worker One: Thanks, guys. - Worker Two: Thanks, guys.

- Rebecca: Thank you. - (door bell ringing)

Rebecca: Oh, my god.

I'm gonna be bloated for a week.

So worth it though.

Jasmeet: I know. Especially for that chutney?

It's totally worth it.

Rebecca: Did you hear back about that audition?

Jasmeet: No, not yet.

Okay, is everything all right with you?

Yeah. Why?

I don't know.

You've just been acting really weird

ever since we got back from my parents' cottage.

(sighing) Yeah, I don't know.

I just felt a little uncomfortable out there.

Listen.

I know my parents do things a little differently.

They drink. They play cornhole.

They sometimes keep their shoes on in the house.

- It's just who they are. - Yeah, it wasn't that.

It was just, like, the general vibe, you know?

The debates during dinner, plus you completely folding

on your whole dance studio thing.

I still wanna do it. I just have to be realistic.

Be realistic? That's what I'm talking about.

You sound exactly like your dad.

Plus, what about all the whack shit

he was saying about international students?

And then your mom bragging about how many people

you've converted in Punjab?

Not to mention, your grandpa

was a turban-wearing Sikh guy?

Like, how do you think that makes me feel when I see that?

You were never gonna mention this?

That's just my family history.

Yeah, trust me. I know.

Your dad made sure I understood it.

Among other things.

What other things?

Never mind. Just forget it.

No, Jasmeet, what?

What other things?

Look, he basically told me I had to convert or fuck off,

and I said that was stupid

because that's not something you'd ever ask from me.

- Right? - (sighing)

I mean, we've just never really talked about our future

in that way.

- Okay, so, are we- - Oh, young man.

My family and kids are all huge, huge fans.

- They love your videos. - Thanks so much, yeah.

- Take a picture. - Sure.

Yeah.

- (shutter clicking) - Okay.

- I took a bunch. - Thank you.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

(sighing)

I just... (sighing)

It's been a thought in the back of my mind.

I just haven't wanted to think about it.

Okay, I didn't think this was something

we needed to think about, like, ever.

- Ever? - Yeah, ever.

Okay, so, what exactly are we doing here then?

- What's the plan? - I don't know what the-

Okay, with- now with me and Sameer.

Oh, take a picture. (speaking Indian language)

- (shutter clicking) - Okay.

All right, thank you so much.

Thank you.

So, did you know your dad was gonna talk to me

about all this?

What exactly are you accusing me of?

- Why would I have any idea? - I don't know.

You guys are clearly such a close family.

You tell each other everything,

including the fact that I don't talk to mine.

Don't think I didn't pick up on that by the way-

Okay, now with the whole group. (speaking Indian language)

Come on in.

- (shutter clicking) - All squeeze.

Okay, I-I-I just- I can't do this.

- Where are you going? - (shutter clicking)

Rebecca: Home.

- Okay, now one-by-one. - (speaks Indian language)

- (shutter clicking) - Oh, Suhitha.

- (shutter clicking) - Oh, Sameera.

(traffic humming)

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(door opening and closing)

Way to just leave me there like that.

Rebecca: I couldn't fake smile and play cameraman.

Sorry.

Okay, well, you asked me what was up.

So, was I just supposed to keep my mouth shut?

No.

We need to have this conversation.

I mean, we need to figure out what it is

that we're doing, exactly.

I thought we were just doing our own thing,

not tied down by, like, the rules of it all,

or why else would you have gotten involved with me?

Because, it's nice.

You're nice. And we're nice together.

But, you know my values.

You always have.

Yeah, I know that you're a good person

with a good heart and that's what matters to you,

not, like, the whole religious logistics.

But, the religious logistics do matter to me.

It's made me who I am,

the person that you love so much.

I mean, why can't you even just be open to the idea of my faith?

Are you really that selfish?

How am I selfish? I've done so much for you.

I've literally given up career opportunities for you.

Like what? That YolkedTV thing?

That thing fell through.

That's not even a real sacrifice.

It is to me.

That thing fell apart after the fact.

Plus, I think it's pretty selfish of you

to ask me to basically get rid of my turban

and erase my whole identity.

That's a huge ask.

Yeah, but you question Sikhi all the time!

And when we first met,

you told me that you weren't even religious!

Yeah, I'm not.

I'm still, like, figuring it out.

Okay, so then why can't you just be open

to the idea of Jesus Christ?

(laughing)

Are you serious?

- Oh. - Oh, my God!

Okay, you're being for real?

Rebecca: Yes!

(sighing) Okay, yo, look.

I'm not, like, not open to the ways of Jesus.

He was a cool guy. Same as Guru Nanak.

They were both chill guys that believed in love.

(sighing)

Jasmeet: Okay, they're basically saying the same thing.

So, why is having a specific label so important?

Because it's important to me!

Yeah, but you're not telling me why it's so fucking important!

(sighing) Actually, you know what?

(Rebecca sighing)

Jasmeet: I think I know why.

Oh, please. Enlighten me.

I think it matters to you

because it matters to your parents,

and because you're always seeking their acceptance

and approval, you believe it matters to you.

Excuse me?!

It's like you don't even have your own fucking life.

You're folding for them over the tiniest things,

like this couch.

So why would you not fold over this huge thing

that is basically their entire identity?

Okay, as if religion doesn't matter to you or your family.

No.

Okay, so you wanting me to change my name to Harpreet

at the funeral was just for what?

Jokes? Okay.

And then, what if we have kids

and they don't wanna wear a turban?

What are your parents gonna think?

What are you gonna think?

I don't give a shit what they think.

But what do you think?

Fuck. I don't know, man!

Oh, my God! Of course you know.

- Of course you would care. - Okay, maybe.

I don't know, but that's something

we would figure out together,

me and you, not our parents.

I walked away from my family and their bullshit

just so I could be my own person.

You just refuse to do the same thing.

Because I actually have a healthy relationship

with my parents!

Oh, yeah, no, it's real healthy

how they dictate and manipulate your every little move.

Oh, my God, Jasmeet! That is so unfair.

I make my own decisions too, okay?

Oh, yeah, no, Miss Independence over here,

with the couch, and the condo,

and the abandoned dance studio idea.

Actually, you know what I think is the most

independent thing you've ever done?

- What? - Dating me.

And now it's just a little too real,

so you have to scurry on back to your comfort zone.

"Comfort zone"?!

Well, you have to scurry on back to your dusty basement

with your judgemental parents and your immigrant complex,

as if you weren't raised here like me!

No, nice try, Miss Summer Home Cottage.

We did not grow up the same.

- Whatsoever. - No, you're right,

because I actually have supportive parents

and I didn't feel the need to rebel against them!

- Wow. - Oh, shit!

Is that why you're dating me?

Because you wanna get back at your parents?

No, but did you use me to get over your wood-chopping,

ATV-riding, dumb-ass, thumb of a boyfriend?

"ATV-" "Wood-"

What the fuck?!

What the fuck are you fucking talking about?!

You always fucking do this!

You make shit up in your head,

and then you get all fucking stressed out about it,

and then I'm the one who has to fucking fix it!

- Wow. - I do so much for you.

And I just don't understand why you can't even consider

doing this one little thing for me.

Because it's not fucking real!

Rebecca: What's not fucking real?!

Your whole identity.

You're like Brown people that are stuck playing

good Christian for the colonizers.

Like, hello! They left.

Years ago.

You don't have to pretend any more!

The literal audacity, coming from a line of sellouts!

Sellouts? Are you fucking kidding me?!

Yes, sellouts!

You're like leftover shrapnel from British colonization.

(TV chiming)

YolkedTV Host: Welcome to YolkedTV.

You have successfully-

What the fuck? I'm not even wearing the watch.

Oh, my God.

YolkedTV Host: What do you wanna-

(sighing)

(sighing)

That was a really fucking shitty thing to say, Jasmeet.

But, you know what? I'm not even surprised.

'Cause you're always sneak dissing Punjabi Christians

and playing it off like it's a fucking joke,

but, you know what?

I'm glad you finally said it with your chest.

Why don't we make a video about it?

Oh, my god. Yo, what are you doing?

Rebecca: For all of your huge fans,

because that's who you really care about, right?

Why don't we share all of your hot takes

about why my life is meaningless

and all of my experiences are invalid?

You know, since you're the all-knowing authority

on what's fucking real.

Why don't you take it away, hm?

Why don't you fucking take it away?

(lens cap clicking across floor)

(sighing)

You know what? This is insane.

This is so fucking stupid and petty.

- I'm being petty? - Yes, petty. (sighing)

I can't even think right now. I'm gonna go get some air.

Okay, go get some air.

Yeah, no, you need to chill the fuck out.

You need to chill the fuck out!

(door shutting)

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(chanting quietly)

(chanting quietly)

(chanting quietly)

(chanting quietly)

(sighing loudly)

(sighing)

(chanting quietly)

(whispering) Hey.

Is he breathing?

I don't think he's taken a breath in like 20 minutes.

He's gotta be, like, breathing in one nostril

and out the other, while simultaneously doing paat,

because how is that possible?

No, I've been watching his nostrils.

They're not moving.

- I think he's dead. - He's dead.

- He's... he's gotta be dead. - He's dead.

Yeah, his lungs are just squeezing out

the last hour of prayers he had in him.

- Wow. - Yeah.

(chanting quietly)

I don't even know what I'm doing here.

Yeah, like, what... what is all of this?

What is even religion?

Is it a bunch of traditions we're used to?

Is it a place where we feel a sense of comfort,

to feel safe, or to be told what to do

so we don't feel lost?

And, like, what's the difference between any of them?

It's like different cuisine. They do the same thing.

- They nourish- - Shh!

If you want to talk, go outside.

Here, be respectful.

- Okay? - Sorry, Uncle.

- Sorry. - (speaking Punjabi)

(phone ringing loudly)

Hello!

(whispering) That's loud.

That's way louder than what we were doing.

Shh!

(phone clicking)

(chanting quietly)

(both sighing)

Hey, so, um, last time we were at a Gurdwara,

I said some things, and, it really wasn't cool of me.

It's fine.

I mean, it wasn't cool at all,

but, I've been doing a lot of thinking,

and everyone's been pushing me out, but,

now I'm using that push to go out to explore

so I can figure out what works for me

and not what someone else wants me to be.

(exhaling loudly and sighing)

Jasmeet: Oh, my god.

There it is.

His one breath of the day.

Shoot.

I gotta call the paramedic and tell him not to come.

- (laughing) - (chanting quietly)

(inhaling deeply) You're dumb, bro.

(laughing)

(door closing)

(Jasmeet sighing)

(sighing)

(siren wailing distantly)

(siren wailing distantly)

? You are my shepherd, babe ?

? I wouldn't have it any other way ?

? No other way ?

? My heavenly shepherd ?

?

? Shepherd, babe ?

? You're such a good shepherd ?

? Such a good shepherd ?

? A heavenly shepherd, babe ?

(choir singing)

(choir singing)

? La-da-da-da ?

? I wish I was a sheep ?

? La-da-da-da-da-da ?

? Instead of a lion ?

? La-da-da-da ?

? Cause then I wouldn't have to eat ?

? La-da-da-da-da ?

? Animals that are dying ?

? La-da-da-da ?

? I wish I was a sheep ?

? La-da-da-da-da ?

? Instead of a lion ?

? La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da ?

? Cause then I wouldn't have to eat ?

? La-da-da-da-da ?

? This meat that is dying ?

? La-da-da ?

? I wish I was ?

? La-da-da ?

? One of your sheep ?

? La-da-da ?

? Only because ?

? La-da-da ?

? I wouldn't have to kill to eat ?

? La-da-da ?

? Oh how I wish I was ?

? La-da-da ?

? One of your gentle sheep ?

? La-da-da ?

? Only made out of love ?

? La-da-da ?

? Like a bird in- ?

?

(sighing)

Goddamn cockblock.

(sighing)

? I'm a lion babe ?

? Feeding off the sheep that graze ?

? Off the leaves and blades ?

? I wouldn't have it any other way ?

? I'm a lion, hey ?

? See me livin' in the shade ?

? I have everyone afraid ?

? Roamin' free so no one's safe ?

(chanting)

(chanting)

(chanting)

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