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Did you hear the one about Honey Singh?

He got a call and they told him his daughter was dead.

He got so damn depressed,

he jumped out the 50th floor of his apartment building.

As he was plunging to his death,

he realized three things:

one, he didn't have a daughter;

two, the son of a bitch wasn't even married;

and three, as he was about

to hit the ground, he remembered his name

was Happy Singh, not Honey Singh.

In this life, you gotta disrespect a thing or two.

- You know I love you, Manny. - Stop giving shit to Manny.

He can make as much fun of Manny as he wants.

Manny's wearing his suits from when he was 12.

Keep 'em coming, boys.

This is not the way to Lucky's apartment, this motherfucker.

Holy fuck, man!

I think he tied his turban on too tight this morning.

Ah, shit!

How long is it gonna take?

What do I look like? A GPS system?

It's a fucking Porsche;

does it not have a fucking GPS system?

Don't knock the Porsche, man. You'll hurt Manny's feelings.

Who bought this? You bought this?

Who-who picked this one up?

Your mum did,

as a present for me.

It's a thank you gift. Showed her a great time.

Ask me one more time.

Ask me again.

Go on, ask him one more time.

Who bought this fucking Porsche?

- Your mum did. - You fucking idiot!

As a present for me.

Ask me one more time. One more time.

Before the light changes, one more time.

- Fuck off. - Come on.

Come on, ask me one more time. OK,

I'll tell you right away. Your mum did.

- Where is he? - Here he comes.

With his blonde.

Jeet!

You trade Grewal's coke on my territory,

No, no, I can explain.

Try not to take this personally.

It's not what you think it is.

Argh! Jeet!

Ah, fuck!

Jeet, just listen to me, man!

Say a word,

and I'll blow your fucking brains out.

- I beg you. - Three words.

She fucking said three words.

Plug her. Bam!

Bicky!

Ah! Ah! No! Ah!

Jeet. Allah.

Please, Jeet.

Get out of here.

Don't cry, Auntyji.

Hear the helicopters?

See the cops?

They're all here because of Bicky.

Our own Beeba Boy,

who chose a bullet over an insult.

You say Bicky jumped that old aunty?

That Bicky, always was a horny son of a bitch.

Hey, have some fucking respect.

Two days ago he was breaking legs;

now he's dead like tandoori.

Did you fuckers see Bicky's mum?

Only Punjabi mums can be so selfless,

so sincere.

All Bicky wanted was to get married,

and damned if Mummy doesn't get him all dressed up

as a bridegroom.

Too bad she couldn't find him a bride.

No takers for dead meat, hey?

Hey, Jeet?

Chest waxing is extremely popular

with Bollywood stars, as well as with our very own

Jeet Johar of the Beeba Boys.

Laura Ing live here for BCCCTV

for our weekly window into the life of...

Mr. Johar,

any comments on turf and the Beeba Boys?

It's not about turf.

It's about what the turf gets you:

power, respect, loyalty,

style.

That's my area.

See?

Nobody fucks with the Chinese ever since Bruce Lee

came on the scene and kicked ass, right?

And Jeet Johar is here to make sure

that no motherfucker

fucks with the Hindus ever again.

And your uniforms are to identify the groups?

"Uniforms," you retard?

That's our fucking style statement.

If you want to be seen,

better commit to being seen,

right?

So, all is well on your Western Front?

Imagine a rising rock star.

He shoots for the top, gets there,

and fuck me! There's this geriatric Grewal

sitting on the throne, hanging on.

Just like that gaudy Brit, Queen of fucking England:

clueless on when to let go.

- Get my drift, right? - Right.

So what am I supposed to do? Fight for the throne.

Grewal, Jeet is insulting you!

On television!

I'm gonna call his mother.

Dad!

- Be careful what you say. - I say what I want

when I want, you dumb clich�.

And if you can't hack it...

Your thoughts, Detective Sood,

on local gangsters becoming heroes to immigrant youth?

These kids aren't immigrants; they're born

and brought up here. All are Canadian. Some want to blend in;

others stand out. They all want to be seen.

So you admire Johar?

What kind of dumb question is that?

"Admire" him? I think Johar sings, man.

I mean, he doesn't give a flying fuck about approval

from white dudes. He carries a machine gun.

He carries a machete. 'Cause of him,

no white shithead dare fuck with us.

And he drives a Porsche. He's the most respected,

stylish Indo bro ever.

Hi, Mom.

Hey, little dude, is your dad home?

- Fuck off! - Hey, you little shit!

Is Jeet, uh...

Come on, man.

Looks pretty clean.

Unless he's got a microphone shoved up his ass.

Hahahaha!

- Heard about the killings? - Yeah.

Casualties ramping up.

First, Bicky the bridegroom, and now Grewal's Lucky.

The man has no appreciation for ambition,

so what am I supposed to do,

- right? - I feel you.

You think you needed that to see me?

Oh, shit, dude, I need a gun to see my mom. Hahahaha!

OK, so I got these 11 houses

all rigged up, sprouting weed as we speak.

Now weed, bro, is THE thing south of the border.

- So? - So your trucks drive the weed

across the border, meet my buyers

who take it, stash cocaine in its place.

- Now, I'm thinking two to... - OK, Nagar.

My truckers bring it

across the border like clockwork.

- I need guns. - Guns?!

Two shipments of guns and ammo a month.

But I deal exclusively with Grewal.

You gotta stop doing my laundry, mom.

What did you say?

It's under the bed.

Show him out.

Hey!

So what's our deal, man?

You'll think better once you're off the fence, man.

But, Jeet...

Grewal will kill me, man.

Pick your poison.

Now beat it.

Hey, can't a man eat in peace?

Shut the fu...

Shut...

Ah, no, he's just meditating.

Hey, when I get my hands on the coke,

that's when you're gonna see your brother again.

Okay, I know who you are.

You're Grandmaster Ip of the Lotus Triads,

and I am fucking shitting with fear.

Asshole.

Yes!

Fuck!

- Fuck! - Hands in the air!

Police! Open up!

Open the door!

Shit!

Ah!

Ugh! Argh!

Holy shit, it's Spiderman!

Fuck!

Earlier today, Nep Sandhu,

an Indo-Canadian Sikh was apprehended

by Detective Kash Sood

of the integrated taskforce.

Sandhu is a suspect

in the abduction of 24-year-old Jimmy Chu.

Police confiscated an undisclosed amount

of cocaine in the back alley way of a local hotel

in Chinatown.

Nep Sandhu is in custody

awaiting pretrial hearing.

Next up we have Steve...

And she phoned me.

It was nothing, Ma. It was just some questions and answers.

One,

two, three...

And she makes us do many exercises.

Splash! Splash!

That is the purpose.

So, your auntys and me,

we do the exercises and then go to the sauna.

And we talk about this and that.

But mostly about our sons.

My Choti is equal to 10 sons.

She is thin, but she is very strong.

So she talks about her daughter

and pretends to be modern.

Anyway,

we talk about you a lot.

It's hot, steamy,

it's okay to cry.

We know what our sons do, Jeet.

And shoot with guns.

- And I don't like it. - Mum.

If you change...

And if you don't,

I choose not to know.

What am I supposed to say?

Nothing.

Just know your mother is no dummy.

If you were a dummy, there would be no problem,

you know that?

Meaning there's a problem?

No problem.

Hey, Dad.

So, uh...

- ...how is it going? - Pretty good.

We saw you on TV, Grandpa and me.

Really?

And what did you think?

Pretty fierce. The blondie aunty was scared of you.

Well, she's not your aunty,

and she's not blonde.

OK?

And, uh,

what did Grandpa think?

Nothing. He was drunk.

Can you go to sleep now, Peter?

Yeah, sure.

Two rules, Papaji.

Two rules you don't fucking break:

you don't hit Mum,

and you don't drink

in front OF PETER!

Fuck you, Papaji!

Is your son home, ma'am?

Hey, Blonski, wake up.

Meet me at the cop station. I'm about be hauled in.

- Bhenchod, you're lucky. - Mummyji.

- Jeet. - Hey!

Wait up, man!

Fuck!

- FUCK! - Hey, shut up!

Didn't your mum teach you not to swear?

Holy shit!

It's Jeet Johar.

For most of human existence,

we were nomadic...

The Suzuki dude's alright, eh?

It's all about respect.

You don't respect, you don't get respect. Simple.

Right.

Folks shit their pants when they hear your name.

Because they fear you, they respect you.

Same with nature. We gotta fear nature.

Indigenous people around the world

- call nature our mother. - You nailed it.

Mother Earth,

Mother Nature is the way that we looked at it.

When we think of the Earth as our mother...

Hey!

Move up.

...thinking of the Earth as a mother lode.

And I think that's the problem today.

- We think of Earth... - Give us a kiss, raghead.

Shut the fuck up!

Can't hear Suzuki.

...takes the carbon out of the air

and puts oxygen back in it.

Without nature,

we don't have air that animals...

All rise.

Please be seated.

Your Honour,

it has taken an enormous amount of manpower

and resources to bring charges against the accused,

Jeet Johar.

He's proved to be quite elusive.

He tries to use his ties within the Sikh community

to maintain an unsullied reputation.

A reputation that is, however,

undeserved.

The real Jeet Johar is

far from spotless. He and his... Beeba,

or, "good boys,"

have blazed a trail across the city.

A trail...

of drugs,

a trail of blood.

Hey, Peter.

How's it going, buddy?

Yeah, I'll be home real soon.

You look after Grandma for me, right?

Hey, wanna call your mom?

Girlfriend? Boyfriend?

- I'm not fussy. - Thanks,

but my folks are back east.

Right. So what are you doing here?

School.

- Get off! - Yeah,

I was in college, SFU,

but it kind of interfered with my work, you know,

the dial-a-dope biz.

- You your own crew? - Yeah,

though lately it's been kind of stressful flying solo.

You know,

the fucking principal who threw me out of school

said I'm gonna spend the rest of my life behind bars.

Fuck, was he ever wrong.

Yeah, yeah.

So, uh...

you angling to be a Beeba Boy, eh?

Yeah.

So you made that triad Chu look like a fuckingbhenchod.

Good on them.

Listen up, you punkass.

Nobody fucks with me, bhenchod.

Ever.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

this case is based entirely on hearsay.

The prosecution has not been able

to produce one credible witness...

nor the murder weapon.

The deceased,

Mr. Lucky Sangheria,

and Mr. Johar were good friends.

They belonged to the same tight-knit community.

Jeet Johar is the loving son

of aged parents

and a dedicated single father

to his beloved son Peter.

Look at him,

and you will see an innocent man.

Look through him,

and you will see your own prejudice.

All rise!

Please be seated.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

Yes, Your Honour, we have.

We find the accused, Jeet Johar,

not guilty.

Thank you. The jury is dismissed.

- You won, bro, huh? - I know, let's go.

- Let's go. Come on. - Let's get out of here.

Move, move, move, move!

Just one comment.

Make contact again, you're fucked!

Tell your goons to cut the melodrama.

Being melodramatic is tied to my cultural identity.

We Hindus are over the top.

If you can't hack the drama...

Fuck off!

Looking good, brother.

We missed you like big time out here.

Are they fucking drinking champagne?!

- Fuck you! - You fucking piece of shit!

- Fucking white drivers! - Fucking cock sucker!

Go fuck yourself, buddy.

Learn how to drive, you fucking fuck!

Jeet, you hear about the Sadhar

who was worried about his sexuality?

Here's that thing you wanted.

So what about the Sadhar and his sexuality, Manny?

Well, he was kind of depressed,

so his wife asked him what was up.

He looked at her

with tears in his eyes, and he said,

"I think I'm a homosexual".

She said what the hell made him think that?

He started sobbing,

and said,

"Because I only have sex at home".

Get it? Sex at home, "home-o-sexual".

Welcome back, Jeet. Hope you had fun in prison.

- Yeah, it was all right. - Give it up, a little more.

Did that happen?

- Did that happen where? - Who's this guy?

- Oh, my God! - Sure, Jeet's running shit

right now, but in the future, it's gonna be you and I.

It's gonna be you and me, man.

You and I? You and me?

You and I. You... You and I.

Yeah, you and... me.

- You and me, yeah. - OK. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- That's good. - You and I! I went to English.

Thank you, Aunty.

This was for you, Ms. Katya, from an admirer.

Alright, alright. Everybody out!

- Now! Let's go, ladies. - OK.

Make it fast. Yo, make it fast.

- Not you. Turn around. - Make it fast. Come on!

Sit down.

The phone's gotta go.

I'll take this.

Sit the fuck down and enjoy the show.

Would you like a manicure?

Sure.

no witnesses.

Then to top it off, they were all racist jerks.

I should know, I'm Polish.

It's not miles away.

Even if you were innocent, they wanted to nail you.

I mean, of course, I know that you're innocent.

I knew it the minute I saw you in the courtroom.

So yeah, there's no way that they could have nailed you

for not being innocent.

Still can't believe my luck. You...

actually saw me.

I'll be damned.

You were kind of hard to miss since you were sitting

in a jury box.

Right. I, I, I... didn't tamper with the law

or, or, or influence anyone;

I just raised the awareness

about yoga and meditation.

This is a nails bar, not a hanky-panky bar!

Katya Drobot, you never come back! You listen?

Now shut the fuck up.

Got it?

Thanks, Harry.

No ice cream for you.

Haha! My place or yours?

My mum will kill you.

You still live with your mom?

Of course.

That is so sweet.

Maybe you should move into this...

penthouse I've got in this hotel.

Open it.

4-82. 4-82.

0-4-3.

Looks like Sood's waiting to do his thing, huh?

Come here!

Johar leans on Chu to withdraw charges,

and you weasel your way into the big league, hey, Nep?

From inept kidnapper to big-time gangster?

You are a fucking disgrace to the Punjabi community.

- Fuck off! - Hey!

Hey! I could get you for cop brutality.

Oh, I'll show you brutality.

I'm calling my lawyer.

Your lawyer won't get you out of a body bag.

Asshole.

Ignore him. That cop Sood's a fake Sikh.

Shit, man.

We were taught to be lions and always go after what we want,

as long as we do it with respect, right?

- Mm-hmm. - Who the fuck are you?

I'm Manny. Jeet wants to see your ugly mug.

If you're on time, maybe you'll get tea and samosas.

246 Jasper Avenue, penthouse.

That's where the king hangs out.

Delphinapterus leucas. That, Mr. Sandhu,

is the scientific name for belugas.

So,

did he invite you in?

Maybe.

OK.

Dad's pretty pissed since the Beeba Boys killed

that Lucky guy.

Now, Dad wants Jeet's head on a platter.

So, Nep,

you're now his big brown hope.

Choti Grewal,

besides being like the lousiest go-between,

you're a royal pain in the neck.

Why don't you just stick to school?

Did you know

that my mom and Jeet's mom take aquatic aerobics together?

- OK, look. Look at this. - I am, I am.

But you should have seen them in their swimsuits.

They were like samosas just squeezed into spandex.

Listen,

I get your gloom.

Johar is a certifiable psychotic.

And your dad isn't?

If he is, you wanker,

maybe you shouldn't have been so keen to be on his side.

Fucking spoiled brat.

I heard that, blowbrain!

And you know something?

If I didn't think that you were kind of cute

when you came knocking on our door

begging to join Dad,

you, Nevprit Sandhu,

would not get your Adderalls.

- Milk or lemon? - Milk, please.

Lemon?

Oh, it's fucking lemon and tea, eh?

Sugar?

Two teaspoons, please.

Cane or agave?

White, please.

I know what Jeet and all his sweet boys do.

Mm-mm. Beeba means good,

- not sweet. - Whatever.

Kidding! Aaah!

Ready to go?

Mm-hmm.

Stay, Nep.

Finish your tea.

Jeet?

Yeah, wait up.

She, dude,

is pure gold.

Thanks.

Sit down.

Heard you flew back east to Brampton

to pay respects to your mum?

Get off those Adderall pills.

They'll fry your fucking brains.

Then get on steroids.

- I hear you. - Je-et!

Tag along.

Hey, Jeet,

your Katya fits in fine here.

Hmm.

My crew, unlike Grewal's,

doesn't need crack.

Coke is cool, though.

And if you mess with me,

I'll kill you.

Right.

Good.

I want you to get Grewal where it really hurts.

Do something...

that will make him go apeshit.

You can't be serious.

- Say something? - Nothing.

I'll spot your stroke if you double the bet.

- There you go, Mr. Grewal, sir. - Don't push it, Grewal.

I'll see you on the green.

You should let him win the next hole.

I need to talk, sir,

and it's unlikely anyone from the hood is gonna tee off.

Get in.

- Yes? - Yes, sir.

Have you thought of a way

to do yourself some serious damage, sir?

He started to annoy me.

What about that damage that Jeet wants on you, sir?

You can't be serious, sir.

All we can do

is appeal to the person

or persons who have our daughter

to bring her back to us unharmed.

Please! Please!

Mr. Robbie Grewal, a respected member

of the Vancouver Sikh community has suggested

that this might be the work of Indo-Canadian gangsters

who are bent on crippling legitimate businessmen,

such as Mr. Grewal through fear tactics and extor...

- So what did you ask for? - Ten bricks grade 1 coke.

They made the drop about an hour ago.

Where is she?

A boat graveyard near Shackleton.

It's fucking brilliant. No Sikh would ever set foot on a boat

- after the... - Komagata Maru.

- Did she see you? - No.

Let her loose

and consider the blow your membership fee, bro.

It was quite a performance, no?

Maybe we should have done a few with me on my knees,

so it's like I'm begging for mercy.

Ah, why did I agree to your father's fucked-up scheme?

Kidnap, Choti...

Because it's brilliant, and sometimes he's brilliant.

Because he doesn't give a flying fuck about his daughter.

Oh no, no.

Hey, hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.

What an asshole.

I gotta go.

Jeet, he, uh, he... he gets antsy.

What's he like?

He's...

He's into the environment.

No...

David Suzuki.

Different than Daddy then.

Yeah... Yeah.

You're not thinking of switching sides, are you?

Oh, come on! It took me time to convince your dad

I was good enough.

- Any other Beeba details? - Read my lips.

No.

I think

if I look real close...

I can see Mummyji and Peter at the Komagata Maru Museum.

I wish you would let me go with them.

It's a community affair, Katya.

You're white. We're not married.

It gets awkward for her.

OK, I guess.

- Love you. - Me too.

Fuck!

"This monument reflects

Canada's commitment to a nation

where differences are respected and traditions are honoured".

Nevprit Sandhu...

Spider-Man himself.

Connecting with your roots, eh?

- Hi. - You fucking ass-licking cop!

- Peter! Say sorry. - You little asshole!

- Watch your mouth, Sood. - What? Now you're protective

'cause you're on babysitter duty for the Johar brat?

That's big-time gang activity, kid.

- Fuck you. - Come back, you say that again.

You know what? You ARE an ass-licking cop.

OK.

Now, the "fuck" part, I didn't like.

But the "ass-licking," that was interesting.

It's OK, Auntyji. OK, come on, let's go.

Wop! Ugh! You little gangster.

I'm blind!

- What? - Sir.

Hmm.

One of your trucks that just crossed the border,

we took a shine to its merchandise.

Ah, come on!

Ohhh!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Oh, my God! You're like a Sikh Santa Claus.

You keep bearing

the gifts. He's coming.

Bro, I don't know if you can handle two guns.

Now don't worry about the chickens.

They're all there,

except one.

Hey, hey!

Hey. Jeet sent me.

He's kind of busy finding a home for his AK-47s.

Pop-pop! Pop-pop!

Hey, he said he'd be right along.

Hey Manny,

why does a Pole put up with being ignored?

Because she thinks she deserves it.

Deep. Wanna go to Denny's and get some buckwheat pancakes?

This is horrible.

Hey, Manny,

who lived here before I did?

A real birdbrain.

Oh!

OK.

Want a manicure?

No, thanks.

Care for a line?

Mm-hmm.

Hey, Katya.

What did the Polish mom say

when her unmarried daughter announced she was pregnant?

- What? - Are you sure it's yours?

I thought you'd appreciate that,

being Polish and all.

- Thank you, Manny. - You're welcome.

- Hi, Jeet! - There you go.

Thank you!

You should see all this stuff!

They're gonna fall in love with you. How could they not?

You look just like the TV show host onDragon's Lair.

You know, the show about making easy money?

Except he's a cook.

Anyway, they all love him.

- Are you high? - No.

No, I'm not.

Ask Harry. Ask Nep.

You look fine to me, Katya.

Hear that?

That's what I call loyalty.

He's lying through his teeth,

but he's doing it to save Katya's face.

And where the fuck did you get it from?

You've got me surrounded by it.

Oh! Just here to the left.

Oh, just park me on the street here.

Oh, boy!

It's the Golden Temple.

It's like the Sikh Vatican.

It's beautiful.

Where did you learn that?

- Nep. - That is so great!

OK. Uh...

This is for you, Mama.

Manny's mom's food is to die for.

- It is amazing! - Mom loves Guri.

She thinks he's in the import-export business.

What about your mom?

My mom...

I don't know. Harry, you saw her last,

how's she doing?

Okay, okay, okay, come on.

And...

Wanda...

Agata.

And for you, Sofia.

Hmm!

Why doesn't anyone say anything?

It's absolutely all right.

Holy shit! He speaks English.

You know, Jeet,

Agata,

she won't sit on a Sky Train seat

after a coloured guy leaves it. You know why?

She thinks she could get pregnant.

Just 'cause your spic is spiffy...

A raghead, not a spic.

This was a mistake.

Katya, Katya. Katya, Katya, Katya.

Come here, kid.

Wanna see what a real gun feels like?

Sure.

That is awesome.

Whoo!

I just want to say that I love you so much,

Jeet.

And I want to sing a song for you.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

You want to hit Grewal?

That is fucking insane.

If you want to be king in this world,

you gotta take the offensive.

Hit when least expected. That's our way.

The Beeba philosophy.

What?! Are you nuts?

Nep, cousin Happy is dancing right next to Grewal.

As soon as he gets your call, he's gonna shove Grewal our way,

and Guri here is gonna nail him. Bang! Bang!

Still can't believe it.

Call him now.

Fucking number doesn't exist.

Like hell it doesn't. Try it again.

- Done? - Yes.

Watch out for Happy!

What the fuck!

You were gonna shoot Manny's cousin!

Fuck! You fucked up my shot, man!

FUCK!

Oh!

Shit.

Katya! Hey, hey, hey.

Thank you!

11 people are hanging off a rope off a plane.

10 of them are Sadhars and one of them's a woman.

They realize that one of them has to let go,

otherwise the rope's gonna break,

and they're all gonna die.

10 Sadhars hanging on for dear life

say none of them are willing to die.

So the young woman volunteers.

But before she does and lets go of the rope,

she makes a long and touching speech.

The Sadhars were so moved...

they started clapping.

What he's trying to say is that shit happens.

I'm sorry, Jeet. I blew it.

No, fuck, you didn't, Guri. I did. I blew it.

- Stop being so fucking noble! - You know I did.

Makes me want to puke.

Nobility is nauseating, man.

Not always.

� Gangster �

Hi, Jeet.

Choti Grewal.

Our mothers take aquatic aerobics together.

Yes, they do.

And I think that you know my dad. Robbie Grewal?

- We just missed him. - I know. I was there.

You must be Katya.

You're even more beautiful than everyone says you are.

Guri, I saw that you were a really, really great shot.

Fuck this.

May I?

Please.

Holy shit! Guri!

The Beeba Boy himself. Please come in. Yousef,

look who's here, man. Come on in. We'll take...

Alright, only if you stop groveling.

- This way. Thank you. - I'm your biggest fan.

Hey, man.

Don't fucking move!

- Don't shoot! - Shut the fuck up!

Be cool! Be cool!

I'm not moving.

Yah! Yah!

Come on, let's go!

- Move! Move, move! - Oh, fuck!

Guri!

Ah, fuck!

Oh, no.

Hey, somebody call 9-1-1!

Ohhhh... fuck.

Grewal knew about our hit

at the wedding. He was fucking tipped off.

Jamie. You know, Grewal's guy? with my gun up his ass,

he'll tell me who the rat is.

Shouldn't we check with Jeet?

No, man. I'm gonna give Jeet

this dude's balls as a fucking present.

You coming or what?

Stop being such a pussy, Nep.

We're just gonna have a polite chat

with Grewal's main squeeze,

ask him a few questions,

get some info, break a few legs.

Mr. Basson said on no account he'd be disturbed.

So go home

- or I'll call the cops. - Get the fuck inside!

- Ah! - Ah!

Ah, fuck! Really?

- Get the fuck out! - My money!

You're lucky she didn't snap her jaw.

Better not, don't know where it's been.

Who warned Grewal about the hit?

If you don't know, I'm sure as fuck not gonna tell you.

Now if you'll excuse me, gentlemen,

- I have a business to run. - I was fucking called

on my fucking cell and told you had a name for me.

This is ridiculous! This guy knows nothing!

Sure as hell he knows. He's Grewal's main guy, right?

Why don't you ask your friend?

- Who? Nep? - Shut your mouth, Jamie!

Unless you want a bullet through your brain,

- don't fucking shut your mouth! - Well, you did ask.

Nep is your rat. I'm very sorry about that, Nep.

Don't listen to him. He's just a shit disturber.

Oh! Ah!

Ugh!

Ow!

Fuck!

No! NO, FUCK! NO!

Oh, fuck.

Oh, no!

What do you mean, you can't do anything?

He fucking blew up Manny!

Yeah, I know. I'm OK. I'm OK.

Sorry.

OK, yeah.

Oh, shit.

AAAAAH!

FUCK!

Shit.

Jeet...

Hey, Peter.

- Why aren't you sleeping? - 'Cause I'm awake.

Get it, Dad? That's a joke.

You can't be up, buddy. Come on.

- Come here. Come on, come on! - Come here.

It's OK, it's OK, it's OK.

Get inside! Fuck!

Lost him.

You stay here. You get the fucking car!

Papaji, come on, let's go! We leave now!

Jazz! Get Peter up here!

What the fuck do you mean, you can't trace it?

Where am I?

I'm at the bloody condo, you fucking moron!

Fucking nobody shoots at my family. Do you get it?

And where the hell is Nep?

Tell him to get his ass up here right now!

Here you go.

Hey, Katya. Dad gets real mad when Grandpa drinks.

Oh, it's OK, Peter, honey.

It's like medicine.

It's been a long day;

maybe we should go to bed.

We go no bed.

OK. Whatever you wish.

Come.

Well, she doesn't know what to make of me.

None of them do.

Do you know where Manny is?

He's not answering his cell.

Manny?

God, I promised I wouldn't say it, but, uh...

he called, he said that he would drop some stuff off.

I haven't heard from him, and he never showed up.

Manny didn't show up because Manny is dead.

Somebody blew him up this morning.

Literally.

Oh, no.

Oh, God.

But Nep wouldn't let anything happen to Manny, would he?

Nep?

Manny said that he was picking up Nep

so he could go meet some Jamie guy.

And then he'd drop his stuff off.

Ugh!

Oof!

Crybaby gangsters suck.

Who you calling gangster, Peter?

Beware the fire of my rage!

Your plastic toy is very angry, Peter.

He's not a toy; he's a badass.

His name is Megatron, Auntyji,

and he's the great force of evil

that makes the good guys pay the price, right, Peter?

Yeah. He's like my dad.

Anyone who gets in his way, he blasts off.

Hey, isn't Jeet more like Optimus Prime?

No! Optimus Prime's a good guy; Dad's not a loser,

- he's bad. - No, your daddy is not bad.

He's Megatron. He's big and he's so bad.

What are you cooking?

Hey, Dad, Megatron would never be caught dead in an apron.

Aprons suck, right?

Come on. Drive me to the Abbotsford Gurdwara.

And take off the fucking apron.

Sorry, Auntyji.

Hey, Nep.

Get the car.

Fuck!

My own goddamn son thinks that bad is good.

He's just a kid. He just wants to be like his dad.

Shut the fuck up! Think you're a fucking therapist?

Think you're that fucking smart?

I said fucking slow down, not fucking crawl.

You were with Manny when Manny got roasted.

Manny called Katya.

You didn't know that, did you, fuckwit?

Shit, man.

It doesn't matter what I say now,

so just... just do it

- and get it over with. - You fucking...

Grewal's fucking stooge.

Chopping onions for my mum.

What the fuck are you doing?

I don't know.

Then fucking look at me!

- Can't look at me, can you?! - AH!

FUCK!

Fucking hell!

I got this.

Hands! Let me see your hands!

- Good. - Out of the car!

Slowly! Gun!

Don't move.

Fuck off.

Jeet, um...

...while Blonski was getting you out,

the...

the Abbotsford warehouse got raided.

Why, you're a...

Lovely...

is fucking dead.

Have a seat.

Johar, this goes no further.

I am gonna tell you

who the Beeba rat is, OK?

You think I don't know?

- Grewal gave you this, eh? - Hmm.

What a phony Sadhar!

Do you know what this means, man?

It's called akirpan.

Kirpa...

means mercy,

compassion.

None of which...

no fucking way you are gonna see, today.

Andaanaa means honour...

...dignity.

Kirpans, you fucker...

...are used to carry out justice.

OK, listen, I...

Ugh! Ah.

Remember that first picture

taken by astronauts in space of the Earth.

And what you see is that blue marble planet.

Blue and white of the clouds

And there's no sign anywhere

of human boundaries.

It's just a single system

where the air, the oceans, everything

is part of that single entity.

Beware the fire of our rage!

Never fucking do that again!

Hey.

I'm sorry, Peter.

Didn't mean to scare you.

- I'm not scared. - Right.

Jeet...

The day she left Peter to go to some fucking village in India,

- she... - She left you, not Peter.

Hey, Jeet Johar!

Come the fuck out here!

Jeet Johar!

Jeet Johar,

come the fuck out!

- Take it easy, Katya. - Hi, Peter. How's it going?

Hi, Aunty Katya.

See? He likes me.

Go home, Katya.

You're not there anymore. You're never there anymore.

Go home.

But if you love someone,

you want to spend time with them.

I've got to stay here with Peter.

I'll stay here too.

I can be a mom to him!

Well, I guess that's not gonna happen now, is it?

Oh... Oh, come on!

Jeet, please, get in the car!

Get in the car and, Peter, you come too.

Aunty Katya,

go home.

I'm sorry.

What the hell happened to you?

What the hell happened to you, Papaji?!

GET DOWN!

I said, get on the fucking ground!

Nobody's here.

Where the fuck is Johar?

He's not here, is he?

Where is he?

If you see him, tell him he broke my heart.

Let's get the fuck out of here!

Ah, this bitch just fucked up my sneakers!

Sir, can you identify the body?

It's her.

Katya Drobot.

This ain't gonna fix it, Jeet.

It did in the past.

Yeah, but they weren't getting busted

every time they went over the border back then.

Break their fucking legs.

How are they gonna drive the trucks then?

Not literally, you fucking dimwit!

Threaten 'em! Force 'em!

Somebody fucking do something around here!

FUCK!

Fucking beat it, man.

Fuck!

Now that your cover as Daddy's goon is blown,

do we still have to meet in this goddamn fish tank?

- I like fish. - So do I.

Dad says that the Beeba Boys are off the radar.

But then he isn't doing so well either.

Yeah, I know.

He's pissed that you took the rap for Jeet.

It was safer inside.

You know you don't have to jump just because he says to.

Do you know how to get a Sadhar on the roof, man?

Tell him the fucking drinks are on the house.

Fucking weird, man...

I remember Manny's jokes,

but I don't remember what he looks like.

Were you there when Jamie blew him up?

Yes.

No. I-I didn't know.

Well, we've got some catching up to do,Bhara.

Yes, we do.

Hey, Jeet...

I'm sorry about Katya.

Why the fuck would he come?

Oh, he'll come...

'cause he thinks he's Optimus Fucking Prime.

Can I buy you a drink, Jeet?

Fuck off.

He said, "Fuck off!"

Fuck you!

Throw him out and shut the fucking door.

Get the fuck out!

Hey, beat it.

I'm taking Peter to India.

He's gonna live with his mum now.

That's hard, man.

Shut the fuck up, bhenchod.

Is this why you wanted to see me?

I want you to make sure

nothing happens to my family while I'm gone.

You're a strange material for a fucking stooge.

I'm not a stooge, Jeet; he just thinks I am.

And he wants you dead.

Fuck!

Open the door, you fucking fags!

YOU WANT SOMETHING?

I'm gone!

And he wants me to do it.

So what are you waiting for?

I'm a cop...

undercover with the Gang task force.

ID?

I'm waiting, motherfucker!

OK. OK. So Sood gets me in with Grewal

when that psychopath gets me to infiltrate you guys.

And then Sood gets him to serve with me.

Argh!

Ugh!

AHH!

Ah, that feels better.

Are you wired?

Just... Yes.

Often I have been.

You got Grewal on tape...

plan the hit on me, right?

No.

- He used a go-between. - Fuck!

That girl Choti you're fucking sweet on.

No.

Maybe.

OK, listen.

Jeet, we got a lot of shit on you.

Help us and I'll see what I can do.

Fuck off!

Gonna use it?

Move!

Dad, there he is.

Collateral damage.

- What are you doing here? - Dad's idea.

Did you get him?

Yes, sir.

Beeba boy.

Yeah, yeah, drop it here.

This is all we need...

my officer stuck with a psychopath.

Call for backup right now.

Sir, Jeet was gonna call it quits,

so why order his kill?

I told you we do pure business.

No golden parachutes, no pension plans,

no loose ends.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Officer down!

Call a fucking ambulance right now!

Fucking asshole!

D... Dad! Dad!

Get around back!

- Put an angle on him! - Grewal,

listen to me! Nep was wired!

It is over!

So cut the stunts and come on out!

Fucking moron!

You shot a cop.

And you, did you cop a deal?

Got my back?

Fuck you,bhenchod.

Do it for Peter.

Choti...

I'm not!

And not to you either, Dad.

Grewal, you are surrounded.

Shut the fuck up, Sood,

and leave the negotiations to me!

Fuck, I'm walking.

Dad, he's right. Let's just go.

Nobody leaves.

Not even you, Choti.

- Come on, Choti. Leave him. - I can't!

He's using you as a hostage.

Come on!

Move, and I will pull the trigger.

Nah...

The second you do, they'll take you down.

Don't fucking shoot!

We're coming in, Sood!

One step at a time, Johar!

Come out with your hands raised over your head!

Come on!

He'd be prepared.

He's a fucking cop!

Jeet...

you were pretty epic in there.

My son calls me the invincible Megatron.

- Johar! - Dad, don't shoot!

No!

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