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Previously on The Pradeeps of Pittsburgh.

We've made an arrest. It's your garbageman.

If he hates anyone, it's the Pradeeps.

Janice was more concerned about the Pradeeps getting deported

than finding out who burned down her house.

A fruity "thank you" for working on getting me that investor.

It's not a done deal, but with this gift, the pressure's really on.

- You're my best friend. - Prove it.

I will. By taking you for a ride in a Pittsburgh Municipal garbage truck.

So glad you could join us, Ms. Pradeep. Let me cut to the chase.

Stay away from my sweet Christian Stu.

I want to have sex.

I need you to do something first. Bhanu, will you get baptized for me?

Let me tell you a story.

An Indian man and a white man walk into the woods.

We were one rabbi short of a bad joke.

But either way, the punchline was tragic.

Mahesh, I love jokes.

But on a more serious note, we think your family may have been framed.

Framed?

By who?

You think Janice burned down our house? That's insane.

Your wife said she wanted the Pradeeps deported.

She also wants a house!

If anyone's capable of violence, it's Mahesh Pradeep.

- I would never hurt a fly. - Uh-huh.

A spider, yes.

We know you had a business relationship with Jimbo Mills.

Anything ever happen that would make Jimbo want to seek revenge on you?

Nothing I can think of.

He shot my friend.

It all started when I tried to save his business.

Man, this is boss! A real live rocket factory!

Rocket component factory.

And thanks for getting me that investor.

Actually, Terry wants to get together. Can't wait to meet the Rocket Man.

Rocket Component Man.

You free this weekend?

This weekend?

I can't. No matter what.

- Why not? - I hate to say it.

It's because I'm having dinner with my neighbor, a new investor!

Ha! You got me, Hesh.

But Terry doesn't want to just have dinner. He wants to kill dinner.

- Kill? - He invited us bow hunting.

I don't eat meat.

You don't got to eat it, just shoot it.

- That seems worse. - Oh, it's way worse.

But you have to come. Bring Kamal, I'll bring Stu.

A guy's trip is always good for business.

I suppose.

Rocket Man!

Sorry. Rocket Component Man.

Baby, you know it!

I'm all set for my trip!

Not quite. You forgot all your socks.

How could I not be invited? I'm the co-president of the company.

Who gave you that title?

- As co-president, I gave it to myself. - Mummi.

I need a separate container so the round food doesn't touch the square food.

Oh, my God.

It would be nice to have you there to help with Kamal.

Mm-hmm.

And also for co-president business, of course.

But it's a guys' trip.

Why do I have to go?

You're coming to play with Stu.

Wait, Stu's going?

For the whole weekend?

- Hmm... - But you're right, Sudha.

You're part of the company.

It would be sexist to exclude you. Please come.

No, I'll stay.

My place is in the home.

I wanted to stay behind because I was losing Bhanu to Stu.

They were texting all day about God knows what.

And then I discovered something truly depraved in her room.

A pink, fuzzy Bible.

I had to act now or lose her forever.

...over how beautiful they are! They are just stunning.

Did your moron son give this to my daughter?

Oh. A little rude in front of our eldest neighbor, the widow Ms. Gibson.

Call me Gibby.

I used to put these mums by Mr. Gibson's bedside.

Now I give them to Janice because she's such a sweetie!

She's not a sweetie. Her son is trying to corrupt my daughter with this.

Actually, I gave her the Bible.

I'm trying to prevent your teenage daughter from having sex.

Seems like you two want the same thing.

Can it, Gibby.

That's why I invited Bhanu to our Abstinence and Purity Club.

Our motto is "Babies not having babies."

- There's a club for virgins? - Mm-hmm.

How did Bhanu respond?

I tried my best to get through to her.

I'm no Jesus, but I like to think of myself as his Earth angel.

Oh, and you are!

It pains me to say this, but thank you.

Nice to see yinz getting along.

Clearly, the girl needs some guidance. She sure isn't getting it at home.

Excuse me?

Oh, shit.

If she wants to explore the Lord's path, you should let her.

Maybe she's looking to others because you're so controlling.

Oh, shit.

Don't tell me how to raise my daughter.

Oh, shit.

Stay away from Bhanu.

Well, stay off my property!

And get the hell out of my country!

Did Janice really say that?

With her eyes.

"With her eyes"? That's not enough to nail Janice for framing them.

Agreed. By the way, what the hell was that thing you did in there?

The time-out whistle.

That was a man blowing into wet fingers.

Kamal, we want to talk to you about the person your father allegedly shot.

Ah, yes. Terry.

Can you tell us about this Terry?

He was like the Tom Cruise of Pittsburgh.

He had a sweet pad in the woods, drove awesome cars,

and lived every day like it was his last.

Hey, hey! We made it!

Hey, fellas! Cocktail?

No, thank you, Terry. We're fine.

- Great to see you, Ten-Point. - Ten-Point?

Jimbo here holds the record for bagging the biggest ten-point buck in PA history.

He is a legend.

I don't like to brag.

You must be the Rocket Man.

Kemcho.

No, actually, his name is Mahesh.

Kemcho is a Gujarati greeting. And perfectly pronounced!

Google Translate.

You look very familiar.

Give it a minute. It'll come to you.

♪ Prices aren't scary when you come to Terry's Autoplex! ♪

You're Terry Toyota! You're Terry Toyota!

Come on, out here, I'm just a regular guy.

Hey, Stu! Now, who's this heartbreaker?

My son Kamal. He's very normal.

Kemcho. I set up the bunk room so the boys can play.

Wrestle all you want in there, you rascals.

If you look at me, I'll punch you.

And I will cry.

While the boys were off wrestling in the woods,

my daughter was lost in her own wilderness.

Mothers and their rebellious daughters are a tale as old as time.

But how do you solve a problem like Bhanu?

Oh, hi, Mom.

You have such beautiful hair, mera baccha.

The house is so nice and calm without the boys, no?

- Boys are the worst, aren't they? - Hello.

Boy right here.

- Hmm. - Eh.

I wasn't just combing the tangles out of Bhanu's hair.

I was combing Stu out of her life.

As you get older, life gets more complicated.

Lots of temptations.

Thankfully, I don't have to worry, because you always do the right thing.

And I know you always will.

I expect a lot from you, beta, because you are my favorite.

Okay, fine. But who's second?

Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to.

Oh.

I knew I broke through when Bhanu ghosted Stu.

My poor daughter.

I almost felt guilty.

This was going to be too easy.

Meanwhile, Kamal was chipping away at Stu by being his peculiar self.

What the hell was that?

Those berries triggered my trypophobia. It's a fear of small circles.

Don't tell my Dad. He asked me to be normal.

What the hell is that?

Therapy clay.

How is your sister so cool and you're such a pussball weirdo?

Meanwhile, Terry Toyota was showing off all the cute, furry things

he'd murdered with a bow.

This one bagged that moose.

And that one bagged that bear right there.

This one, I was aiming for a bobcat and accidentally killed that duck.

Still feel guilty about it.

I love animals.

Poor bastards never see me coming in my ghillie suit.

These bows use advanced materials.

I've been looking to source carbon fiber like this for my rocket components.

I love that I am investing in a rocket company.

Hey! I could connect you with the bow folks!

Synergy!

Hesh, you want to try out one of these bows?

They're harder than you think.

Bullshit.

Beginner's luck.

Well, hot damn!

I thought you didn't hunt?

I don't.

I just love archery.

As a child, my favorite superhero was Eklavya.

Is that DC? I'm a Marvel guy.

Eklavya is an archer from Hindu mythology.

There was a legendary master named Dronacharya

who only trained royal archers.

But Eklavya was a peasant.

So he made a statue of Dronacharya to be his guru.

He practiced in front of it every day

until he became the greatest archer in all of India.

Damn, I just want to soak you up!

But Eklavya wasn't allowed to be the best,

being but a mere commoner.

So, Dronacharya made Eklavya cut off his own thumb.

Dark turn.

But cool story.

I got an idea.

Eklavya, Ten-Point.

If either of you bag a kill before me when we go out tomorrow...

I'll double my investment.

You are going to love killing something.

As my co-president, I have a question for you.

Do I murder an innocent animal for the sake of our company?

Without that money we can't afford equipment, we lose our SpaceX contract,

and go bankrupt.

- So, to be clear? - Well...

As Lord Krishna said to Arjun in the Bhagavad Gita ...

Hell yes! Get that money, baby!

Jimbo, why do you think Mahesh shot your friend?

I can't tell you why Mahesh went murderous.

He was a nice guy.

The kind of guy you'd want to have a beer with-- if he drank.

He's the last person you ever would have expected this from.

- They said that about Ted Bundy. - No way.

I shared intimate stuff with Mahesh I never could have shared with Ted Bundy.

Let it out, honey.

Being in the woods away from your family brings out all your secrets.

Whiskey?

Mango ice cream is my vice.

Sudha packed it for me.

Mango Man.

So, I've been thinking,

if an animal is going to die no matter what,

let's make it a noble sacrifice.

It might as well give its life for equipment lease financing.

Good! You've come to your senses.

So, tomorrow, we'll track down our prey, I'll flush the animal in your direction,

then close my eyes as you murder it.

Win-win.

I've already had my win. I'm Ten-Point.

This is for your business, your dream. You got to take that shot.

- I'll be your flusher. - No, I'll be your flusher.

- I flush. - I flush.

- Please let me flush. - There's too much at stake.

I know you'll make that shot, Ten-Point.

Ah, you don't understand.

There is no Ten-Point.

But you shot that big deer.

I hit it with my car.

Took me three shots just to put it out of its misery.

I have lousy aim.

By the time I got home, people just assumed I hunted it.

And next thing I knew, I was Ten-Point.

My picture's up at the Cracker Barrel!

I'm sorry I let you down.

There's still hope.

I can teach you how to shoot like a Hindu badass.

Do I have to chop off my thumb?

'Cause I'll do it.

While the boys were bonding over a hunting party,

I was bonding with Bhanu over a dance party.

Yeah! Go, Vinod! Go, Vinod!

♪ Baby, let me eat it ♪

♪ Jalebi baby ♪

I'm surprised you like this song.

You know what it's about, right?

No, Bhanu. I went to six years of med school

and I cannot figure out this thinly veiled euphemism.

I could go for a refreshing Thums Up just now.

Yeah.

Thums up? That's like old-school desi.

Way better than these American sodas. Imagine having pani puri with root beer.

Uh-uh.

Oh, now I want pani puri.

Let's get it for dinner tomorrow.

I'm sure there's someplace in Pittsburgh that has it.

Can Mo and Willa come? I need to make it up to them

since Greg never took us on a magical garbage ride.

This sounds like a Vinod problem.

No, it's a Mummi problem.

Greg got sick from your Mitables.

Bottom line: they're not Indian. They're not coming for pani puri.

That's how you whistle, kid.

What's pani puri?

An amazing culinary experience.

It starts with puri, a puff of deliciousness stuffed with goodness.

Then you pour in the pani, a spicy minty broth.

And your final reward comes when you pop it in your mouth

and it bursts in an explosion of flavor!

Great. Now I want pani puri.

Mmm.

Since American Bhanu was not listening to me,

I had to appeal to Indian Bhanu.

As her mother, I know exactly how to manipulate her.

That sounds like you.

Mm-hmm.

- And it was working.

What the...

Yo. I need a favor.

Does it line up with my ass?

I got the shot. Now can I put the peach down? It's so fuzzy.

What do you have, a peach phobia now? Don't be such a goob.

You gooby goob.

I know you think I'm a weirdo. But this is so overwhelming.

First, I was taken to America. Now I've been taken to the forest.

It's scary.

Bro-to-bro, first time I came here with my Dad, I was creeped out too.

Couldn't even sleep.

What did you do?

Rubbed one out.

And now let's check out peach ass.

This is a great photo, man.

Unfortunately, my son wasn't the only one to see Stu's peach ass.

Despite my efforts, I was up against teen hormones.

Then the worst thing of all happened.

I'm telling you, no mother should have to go through

the horror of what I had just witnessed.

That's it? She just sent a selfie of her wearing Stu's shirt?

It is very intimate to wear someone's clothes.

It's true. I still sleep in my first husband's socks

and my second husband's shirt.

That's why my third husband left me.

Meanwhile, my daughter was sending Stu flannel porn.

Ugh.

Aw, look at my sweet baby in bed!

Bro, chill.

Don't forget your night guard.

Let me see you put it in.

Jeez, Mom.

Love you. Oh! There's a new Good Fight on tonight,

but I'm not going to watch it without you. Okay? Love you!

Love you.

You're lucky your beautiful mom loves you so much.

Does she ever mention me?

Dude, you're being weird again.

Just remember what we talked about, all right? Just go to bed.

But I couldn't just go to bed.

As I stared at those dead animals,

all I could remember was Stu's sage advice.

Rub one out.

Easier said than done.

I needed inspiration.

But the only inspiration that would work was locked away on Stu's phone.

My golden-haired, middle-aged angel.

Kemcho, Mrs. Mills.

It is cute. Almost as cute as Kamal.

We should have him over more.

This is Stu. Your son.

Easy now, Jimbo.

Keep your bow steady and your shot straight.

Think of the arrow as an extension of yourself

nestled in your fingers.

Dammit!

Don't fret. I'm your Dronacharya.

Straighten your leg like Shiva's trident.

Now take deep breaths.

Now hold as you raise your bow.

Pro tip: it's not in the grip, it's all in the hips.

I'm feeling your tip.

- First class!

All 'cause of you, Bro-nacharya!

You know, most of my buddies would have busted my balls when they found out

I hit that deer with my car.

My strength isn't dominance. It's perseverance.

I dig that about you.

It took guts to bring your whole family here, start your own company.

You should be proud.

No one's ever said that to me. It's nice to hear.

Well, it's nice to have you as a neighbor.

Ditto. You're a good neighbor, Jimbo.

Well, you're going to like me a lot more when I bag a buck

and get you double from Terry Toyota.

Whoo! Bullseye!

We're in the money.

Sudha, it felt like you were losing this battle for Bhanu.

What was your next step?

I had to do something drastic.

I went to a magical trunk of memories.

- What's that? - India.

You made her smell luggage?

You don't understand.

Opening a bag that's been packed in India is magical.

It's just... the smell of home.

Home for me is Turnpike Gardens.

It's off the turnpike.

It smells like diesel.

My point is, memory's triggered by smell.

And in that trunk was a memory that would hook my daughter.

I wore that all the time when you were young.

I remember. I was six.

We were at Lal Darwaja Market.

Just you and me.

It was so crowded. It felt like there were two million people there.

It's India. There were two million people there.

I wanted ice gola, but you put your foot down.

"Not before dinner."

So, I ran off to get it while you were haggling over the karela.

But then I got lost. I thought I'd never find you again.

Until I saw this punjabi.

Like a beacon through the crowd.

I immediately knew I was safe.

Why don't you try it on? Come. I'll just take that.

It's beautiful.

It's yours, beta.

I see what you did.

Instead of wrapping her in Stu, you wrapped her in you.

She was all mine again.

She gave Stu the cold shoulder.

But as he tried to win her back, he made a very disturbing discovery.

What the hell?

Did you go through my phone?

Uh...

I was just deleting some unused apps.

Liar. I know you texted my mom. What else did you see?

Just Myrtle Beach.

And Jesus kitten.

See any texts between me and your sister?

No, I swear. I was just trying to follow your advice and not be a pussball weirdo.

Well, we now know that's not possible.

I got shit going down with Bhanu that no one can know.

- What else did you see in my phone? - Nothing.

Just aiming for normal.

Tell me or the scary berries are gonna get you.

The scary berries are gonna get you!

What the hell?

Help me, Papa!

Terry set out at dawn.

He's probably already killed everything out here.

Hmm.

What do I do, Hesh?

Steady. This is the money shot.

That means something different in America, but I got you.

Don't fire until I let go. That way I'm not technically part of the killing.

Help! Help! Stu is after me!

Kamal!

Scary berries! Scary berries!

Jimbo! Don't shoot him!

Mother...!

You dummies!

You should have worn more orange!

You shot Terry.

I was fighting for my daughter's soul.

First against Stu and his flannel, then against Janice and her Bible.

I had to put the world on notice. Sudha Pradeep plays for keeps!

And we did it on the way to pani puri.

Bollywood style.

Hey, Janice! Just taking a stroll with my daughter.

They look like Indian royalty.

Oh, can it, Gibby.

Aren't we taking an Uber?

Chup. Walk like we're winning.

- I'm happy to be here with you, beta. - Me too, Mom.

Cheers! Puri, meet pani.

Mo and Willa could have totally come.

There's six white people here.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

It's a wonderful bonding meal with my daughter.

Hold the phone! Seven white people.

Someone was in the bathroom.

This pani puri is not right.

Too much tamarind.

- I'll talk to the chef. - You don't have to do that.

I want this to be perfect for you.

Don't worry. I mean, I just want to hang out with you.

Wait. There's more white people at the bar.

What are they watching?

We have just received word that Terry Toyota has been shot.

Oh, no! Terry Toyota's been shot!

Thank you so much for a wonderful weekend, Terry.

I know we didn't win the wager to double your investment.

But I'm so thrilled to accept the original amount.

Tenay chewsva jow.

What kind of car are you guys driving?

I can get you zero percent financing.

What'd he say?

"Go suck it."

Why did you let go of the arrow, Jimbo?

Because you hit my arm.

What was I supposed to do? My son was right there.

Exactly. Your son.

Hey, don't blame him.

He was being bullied by your deranged son.

Now, let's get something straight, bucko.

This wouldn't have happened

if your weird boy wasn't afraid of berries.

You don't get to call him weird. Only we get to call him weird.

And Sudha's working on it.

Well, give her a hand, pal, 'cause he's got a long road to normal.

You know what? I take it back.

You are not a good neighbor.

And that's how we almost killed the Tom Cruise of Pittsburgh.

Jimbo blames me, but it was really his fault.

With one arrow, he shot a hole through my dreams.

Sounds to me like you both shot Terry Toyota.

But I'm the one who lost Terry's crucial investment.

I never felt such blind rage.

That was practically a confession.

Let's set aside the "Pradeeps were framed" theory.

Mahesh just moved into the spotlight.

He had the strongest motive.

Jimbo endangered the future of his company.

Nice whistle, by the way.

Was hoping you'd notice.

- The trick is-- - Don't touch me.

- Oh, sorry. - Now let's go talk to Jimbo.

After your hunting trip, do you think Mahesh

was capable of burning down your house?

Well, he was definitely capable of burning down our friendship.

I warned Jimbo not to give that man the key to his heart.

'Cause when Jimbo loves, he really loves.

Yeah. There, there, sweetie.

Mom's been yelling at the chef for a while.

How can you think of anything but Terry Toyota at a time like this?

I'll be at the bar.

Barkeep! Turn up channel five.

So, you really chose your mom over Stu?

And all it took was a pretty dress and a nice dinner?

It was more than that. I loved reconnecting with my mom.

So, what happened to ruin it?

My mom.

I helped the chef fix his pani puri.

Now we can enjoy it.

Thanks.

Something wrong?

I mean, like, why can't you just let things be?

It was good enough.

Good enough? I want better than good enough for you.

And not just with pani puri.

- Yeah, I said it, beta. - Is this about Stu?

He's all you ever think about. It's like you have no other interests.

No clubs, no sports, no friends.

I have friends. What, do you have friends?

I have plenty of friends.

Kamal's therapist. Vinod's garbage man.

Janice's waxer.

But you're just, "Stu, Stu, Stu!"

I see you in his flannel. You're texting him all the time.

It's not a big deal, okay?

I found the Bible.

Oh! I'm reading about religion. Would you rather I deal drugs?

You're not organized enough to be a drug dealer. Look at your room.

Be serious, Bhanu.

Just let me live my life, okay?

Why do you have to be so controlling all the time?

Because you make bad decisions. You always have.

Okay. Name one time.

Lal Darwaja Market.

What about it?

You remember it as a cute story of a little girl getting lost.

I remember it as my disobedient child running off.

A million terrifying scenarios went through my mind.

Were you hit by a bus? Did you fall in the river?

Or, God forbid, kidnapped and raised by a mother

who let you settle for good enough.

Hello? I was six.

But you're still making bad decisions. What is your excuse now?

Are you ever going to change?

I don't want to do this forever.

I want my sweet Bhanu to grow.

Me too, Mom.

You know what? Maybe it is time to change.

Turns out that trunk of memories my mom dragged out reminded me

I had a lot of baggage with her.

It was time to wash it all away.

Bhanu, walk in the newness of life.

Are you ready to leave your past behind?

Dunk me.

Hey there, Pittsburgh.

You looking for a new car that won't break the bank?

Prices aren't scary when you come...

to Terry.

♪ Prices aren't scary when you come to Terry's... ♪

♪ Autoplex ♪

In India, October 31st is my birthday. Here, it's Halloween.

Next on The Pradeeps of Pittsburgh.

So, when are we hitting the opera?

Halloween night.

First we score, and then we score.

This got NC-17 real quick.

Help me get revenge on my nemesis.

- Mahesh! - This ends now.