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(soft music)

- [Mahi] What do you say?

Say something nice, huh?

(camera beeping) - Break the fourth wall, huh?

Look right into the camera.

- It's okay.

Okay.

- [Hassan] As you know,

I'll be leaving for the U.S. in one week.

I just wanted to take with me a few words of wisdom

from the two people that matter the most to me,

you know, for those times when I'm down

and I'm ready to give up.

(bright music)

(horns honking) (voices clamoring)

Mahi, please tell me your parting words.

Now just, you can't get out of this,

so just tell me. - Parting words already.

I don't know

- [Hassan] What?

- I said I don't know.

- [Hassan] Okay think, Mahi, I'm leaving five days.

Just improvise.

- Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday.

Time really flies, no?

Wow.

(bright music)

- [Hassan] So Mahi, my any last words?

I mean speak now or forever.

- Okay, last words.

I don't know.

Just do your thing, I guess.

You can be very stupid and irritating at times,

but its okay.

Actually,

you're a really talented boy.

If anybody can make it happen, it's you.

You're a fighter.

Just believe in yourself.

(bright music)

- [Man] Next.

- Hello.

- Have you been to the United States of America before?

- No sir.

- [Man] Your I-20, please.

Sir, your camera cannot stay on the counter.

Put your four fingers on your right hand

on the scanner, please.

(electronic beeping) (keyboard clacking)

Do you intend to go back to your home country

when you finish your studies here?

- Yes. - How long is the program?

- Four years.

- [Man] Look into the camera please.

(upbeat music)

- [Hassan Voiceover] 4:45 PM.

Hassan grips his camera as he walks

through LAX's bleak hallway,

a world much different from home.

Memories slip through his mind

as he remembers the place of his childhood

he walked just 24 hours ago,

wondering how many days until he would return.

If he would return.

His virgin eyes sift through the sea of movement.

His pursuit of the American dream had led him here.

He wonders what makes us chase something so distant?

What makes us risk everything and plunge into the unknown?

- [Mamujaan] Hassan.

- Oh.

* 6,000 miles

* Seas couldn't keep us apart

* The best thing for the planet 'cause you steal my heart *

* You got it under lock and you hold the key *

* Lookin' for your love til you bring it back to me *

* Goin' out to my girl

* Never split up, never split up*

Hollywood.

* Never split up, never split up*

* Spinnin', my heart is blown

* Never split up, never split up*

* Never split up, never split up*

- Come.

Ask.

Aisha.

- Welcome, welcome.

Handsome (laughing).

Ahmed, come, your cousin is here.

(water running)

He must be doing well.

- It's okay, you're here, now you can do what you want.

When does school start?

- Next week.

Orientation on Thursday.

- How are you paying for the tuition?

- Took a loan.

- Who will repay it, your father?

- I'll repay it.

Once I get a job.

- Why would you get into such a great school

and choose to study something with no real chance of a job?

You know your university has one of the best

engineering programs in the world.

I don't know, Hassan.

I strongly recommend you rethink this

.

You millennials and this

business.

I don't understand it.

What about providing for your family, you know?

It's tough, this life is expensive.

- Mamu, you sound like Papa right now.

- [Mamujaan] Then why did he agree to this?

- He didn't, Mummy did.

- That that's my sister.

She has always lived in her la la land.

Mamu, is everything okay?

I mean financially.

- I know you expected me to live in a nice home

and pick you up in a BMW.

- Mamu, you know that's not what I'm talking about.

- Things didn't turn out the way I expected.

(siren wailing)

You can still stay here until you make some arrangement.

- Mamu, you know you could have been honest.

- I'm sorry, I couldn't.

- We were relying on you.

- Your university should be able to help you.

- You know how much on-campus housing costs?

I can't afford that.

(trunk closing)

(door closing)

(engine starting)

("What Tomorrow Will Bring" by Jeremy Voltz)

* Been hurt before

* Jumped in too quick

* Saw a brighter star than what was shining *

* I've wanted more, for something to stick *

* My clouds are always full of silver linings *

* And I wonder if my life were on a stage *

* Would I know the resolution to the page *

* I am waiting for the brighter day to come *

* And I'll never stop believing in the sun *

* Who knows, who knows what tomorrow will bring *

(soft music)

(curtains cranking)

(singing in foreign language)

- Aziz, please bring some rice.

But it's up to the boss, I'm not the boss here.

He comes in the evening.

But he is a good man.

(siren wailing)

(somber music) (singing in foreign language)

(upbeat music)

- Debbie. - Hi.

- How are you? - Mr. Khan.

- Long time, no see.

You look resplendent,

as always. - Thank you.

- What's the joke?

You find my wall of fame funny?

- No sir.

It's just.

(Zayen laughing)

- Relax, I'm fuckin' with you, man.

Customers eat that shit up.

So, you're a filmmaker, huh?

- Yes, sir.

- Your folks must love that, huh?

- Yeah, they're pretty supportive.

- So, what can I do for you?

- I was actually, I was looking for housing.

Babaji must have spoken to you about it.

- You worked in a restaurant before?

- No sir.

- Most evening shifts, sometimes during the day,

but be flexible, okay?

And I want a good, no, I want a great attitude.

And no more second chances, got it?

- I can't work... - Two things you need to know.

One, customer's always right.

And two, even though my staff will train you,

you take orders from no one but me.

I'm the boss.

You're on a student visa, right?

- Yes sir, that's the problem.

- [Zayen] I'll give you cash.

That'll help, right?

And I'll cover your housing expenses,

but I keep all the tips.

Got it?

- Yeah. - Good.

Okay.

Well, welcome to the New Delhi Cafe.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

- [Papa] You're coming back.

How is he going to pay the living expenses?

Who is to blame?

You tell me. He left my son out on the street.

- Yeah, Papa, okay.

Firstly, he didn't leave me stranded.

All right?

Just put Mahi on the phone.

- [Papa] Mahi's not home.

How are you going to pay the rent, tell me?

- You know this is the biggest accomplishment of my life.

I mean, you know that.

You support that, so.

Mahi, please.

Please, Mahi, huh?

Just one shot, please, by the window.

- Fine. (electronic beeping)

- [Hassan] Just improvise your lines.

But your eye line is looking out, okay?

I would like to know how you feel.

Ready

and

action. (electronic beeping)

(soft music)

(Mahi yelling) Mahi!

Mahi, you're actually quite amazing at this.

All right, this is scene 41.

- See that?

It's up, okay?

- [Hassan] You're the best sister on this planet.

- Future storytellers,

welcome to the number one film school in the world.

It isn't easy to get into this prestigious program,

so congratulations on conquering that first step.

You are embarking on the hardest four years of your life.

So if you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend,

just break up right now.

(audience laughing)

If you have a job, quit.

This is more than a full-time program.

When you graduate,

if you graduate, you will be forever changed

and more than qualified to share your vision with the world.

Good luck to you all. (audience applauding)

So let's dim the lights

and take a look at your presentations.

- [Mahi Voiceover] There's something about the streets

of Delhi.

Dreams, they get lost here.

Ambitions

don't.

(audience cheering)

- Sir, I'm so sorry.

- First day on the job and you're late?

- Sir, I can explain, I.

- Hospitality 101,

never ever enter through the front door.

You're not a guest.

You're a fucking employee and you pull this shit?

Aziz.

Let me take our VIP here.

Sarah, how do you look so beautiful every time I see you?

You always look amazing as always.

I mean, it's wonderful.

What, do you wake up like this?

- Hassan.

Go get her order, she's a special guest.

- [Hassan] Hello, Welcome to the New Delhi Cafe.

- Welcome to you, too.

You're new.

- Yes.

What would you like?

- Yes, I'd like to order something to drink.

- Okay.

This is a wine list.

- I know your menu, sweetheart.

I'll have a glass of your sauvignon blanc.

(light music)

- Okay.

- This pops in here.

(cork popping)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Halfway, halfway, halfway.

(glass shattering)

(bright music)

- Do it again.

(shaker rattling)

- [Mahi] One second.

You're working.

- Just don't tell Mummy where I work.

- No tip?

- No tip.

- No tip.

(Hassan laughing)

- Seriously?

(bright music)

You can start with an MCU,

kind of introduce the character slowly as he walks forward.

You dolly back, dolly back,

dolly back until you're on a master.

You see everybody finally when you cut back to master,

everybody's gone, he's alone.

Then you can cut to the inside of the clock

and it's still ticking.

Do you remember her?

She's in the red dress.

It's kind of strange. (guests laughing)

She's got up and she's like.

(dramatic music)

(water splashing) (woman gasping)

Ready? - Mm hm.

(electronic beeping)

- Okay, so Emmy,

how long have you been working at the New Delhi Cafe?

- About three years.

(singing in foreign language)

- Gustavo, you know you realize you're,

you're singing about wanting to go buy a golden earring.

Right?

- I know what the words mean.

- Okay.

- You got a problem with that?

Huh?

I said do you have a problem with that?

- No, man.

Sorry.

(knife chopping)

- Who's closing up tonight?

- I am.

- Hassan? - Hm?

- You're closing tomorrow. - Huh?

No, but I have.

(bright music) - Okay,

Means fuck Khan and we're going to drink his fucking beer.

Alexandro.

Alexandro!

- Choose your partner and choose your partner wisely.

You're going to be spending a lot of time with this person.

Work on your relationship skills.

It's going to be a lot like a marriage.

Hopefully you'll do better than me.

(students laughing) Anyway,

that'll do it for today.

And come on down if you have any questions before we start.

(electronic beeping) - Okay,

ready Dan? - Yeah.

- Get in more

and more.

That should be good.

And

action.

(camera zooming)

- Looks good. - Yep.

- [Dan] Nice.

Do you wanna grab some coffee?

- Got to go to work. - Work?

- [Man] I didn't order this.

- I'm sorry, sir.

Let me fix this for you.

Gustavo,

this is not chicken balti, man.

- Says who?

- The Indian guyoutside says it, I say it.

- Oh, no problem.

I say it is.

- Mexican people now in teaching Indians

about their food, right?

- You giving me culinary lessons?

Who do you think you are? Mr. Khan had a son, huh?

- Where does it say green peppers, man?

Have you read the recipe for this?

Look, it's garlic, ginger, chili powder,

onion. (hand slamming)

Whoa.

Gustavo, seriously, what is your problem, man?

- Okay, mira, attention. (spoon banging)

This is my balti.

I can put whatever I want into it.

Whatever I want. (cooks laughing)

I'll fucking put that in there.

Fuck it.

This is my balti.

(pot crashing) What is funny?

Go, take that to him.

- [Hassan Voiceover] Hassan stands motionless,

the bowl of balti his hand.

He wants to throw it at Gustavo, but instead he turns,

gripping the bowl tight

as he passes Photoshopped pictures of Delhi,

wondering if that's all the American dream is,

just Photoshopped reality, (somber music)

a dream that felt so far away.

Until, of course, she entered.

- Hey.

- Welcome to the New Delhi Cafe.

- Hi, for four, please. - Sure.

- Thanks.

- Go take the order.

Hey, go take the order.

- Hi.

So, chicken Kori Gassi.

- Thank you.

- Sandige

and rice.

Enjoy yourselves.

(dishes rattling) (girl gasping)

- Oh my God.

- I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- Where's the restroom?

(water running)

- How do I know this shit isn't going to happen again?

Cut this shit out, okay?

Or you are fucking out in the streets.

Get the fuck back to work.

- He doesn't own you, you know.

(soft music)

- We cannot be artists

unless we are tradesmen and craftsmen first.

Comes from craft.

Craft gets elevated to artistry.

This week you guys are gonna write your first screenplay

for the film that you'll shoot next semester.

The story should be about personal experience.

(keyboard clacking)

I want to see you.

- Take a second, just turn around,

I just have to focus on you first.

Huh?

Wait wait, hey.

Okay.

All right.

You ready, huh?

(voices clamoring) - It's good.

I like that one.

Beach pizza party, I'm not gonna go.

My eyes are watering a little bit.

(all laughing)

I'm gonna stay. - Okay.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I feel bad about being so rude to you last time.

I'm sorry. - No no,

that was my fault.

I'm sorry about that.

It was really overwhelming.

I'm new here.

I'm actually studying film direction.

Getting my BFA. - Oh.

Wow.

Where are you from?

- I'm from Delhi, actually.

Oh, it's in India.

- India.

I've always wanted to go there.

How you likin' LA?

- Yeah, I like it.

You know, with school and work and everything,

you don't get to see much.

- My friends are having a party on Saturday in Malibu.

- Hassan. - Uh huh?

Do you want to come?

- Hassan. - Um.

I don't know.

Maybe, I got stuff to do.

'Cause I have work. - Yeah.

I'm gonna give you my card

and just text me if you want to go.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Okay, bye.

- Bye.

(soft music)

(water splashing)

Now with your right hand.

Yeah.

Yes.

So here we go, okay?

Put your hands up.

Da da da.

Oh yeah yeah.

Really, realy love it.

I love it. (waves crashing)

- You know, some of my best memories are at this beach.

I always feel like my truest self when I'm here.

If that makes sense.

You know, you're really brave.

I mean, to just leave home and your parents

and your family and start a completely new life.

I mean, that takes real courage.

I bet that was really hard.

You miss them?

The way I see it,

they're right over there somewhere.

I know their ocean bleeds into mine.

- All right. Mr. Director (laughing).

So unique. - Yep.

(romantic music)

(keyboard clacking)

(Babaji snoring)

(birds chirping)

(singing in foreign language)

Babaji.

- Huh?

(both laughing)

(chimes tinkling)

(Papa collapsing)

- Papa?

(horns honking)

- But doctor, can it be fixed?

I mean, what is the next step?

- If it's serious, then he will need a pacemaker

which will require heart surgery.

But I think let's not think about that right now.

We're on rest duty,

you know, stay away from any arduous activity

and you know, we will monitor the progress from there.

- Do you think it'll be an expensive affair?

- I think you shouldn't think about that right now.

And let's check your BP.

- No.

Nobody talks to Hassan. - Come on, what is this?

Where's the rest? - Next month.

- No no, that's what you said last month.

- You are welcome to find other opportunities.

Same fucking story every time.

- You,

what about you, Spielberg?

Am I forcing you to be here?

- No.

- You see this?

- Yup.

- So what are we going to do about it?

It's Aziz's turn to clean this.

That's what's on the slip, so.

- I sent Aziz home.

- Wait, I'm closing today?

I can't.

I have to write a script, I can't close.

- What a great place to find inspiration

for your shitty story, huh?

Get to fucking work.

- Sally.

All right, Patrick. - Thank you.

- Hassan, here you go.

- Thank you.

- [Professor] Here you go.

Good job on that.

(phone vibrating)

- Hello? - Hey, Mahi.

I just really miss you guys.

(somber music)

- You're just homesick, okay?

You're stronger than this.

Aye, come on.

This is what we trained for from all those videos.

But did you give up?

No.

Okay?

- Okay.

- That's like my brother.

And always remember I love you and I'm always there for you.

- Yep.

You're right.

Bye, Mahi.

- [Mahi] Bye.

(voices clamoring)

- How is everything, good?

Thank you for coming.

Babaji.

Where is Hassan?

(door knocking)

Where were you?

- I was just cleaning up the storage room

because Babaji told me to do it.

(tense music)

- You good?

- Yeah.

(soft music)

(Babaji snoring)

- Ah ha.

You made the deadline.

- It's a new script.

- Okay, very good.

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

- Okay, do you have your shot yet?

- [Hassan] Move to your right a little bit.

Your other right.

- That's left. - Sorry.

(Jessica laughing)

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Yep, perfect.

Okay.

So I just want you to talk about how you feel right now.

- How I'm feeling?

- Yeah. (electronic beeping)

- I don't know.

- [Hassan] Come on, improvise.

- I don't know what to say.

I'm at the beach, right?

- [Hassan] Right.

- What do I say (laughing)?

- Talk about the sunset.

- The sunset?

Okay.

The sunset reminds me of my mom.

I used to ask her why is the sun leaving us

and what if it doesn't come back tomorrow?

And she would tell me because the sun has to go

light up someone else's sky.

We can't have the sun all to ourselves.

(electronic beeping)

What? - You hungry?

- Right now.

- Right now.

I know this dhaba, I'll buy your dinner.

- What's dhaba?

- The real stuff.

(singing in foreign language) (bright music)

Try the chai, try the chai.

What?

- (giggling) This is the best chai I've ever had.

I mean, all of this is so good.

I have to have another cup like this.

(muted music) (voices clamoring)

Hey, let's go in here.

- Where? - Come on.

- Jessica, where are you going?

(heavy music)

No thanks.

We can go.

(singing in foreign language)

(romantic music)

- [Hassan] Hassan briskly round street corners

on his way back home.

The glow of the evening with Jessica

now fading from his face.

He looks up at the sky and only one star peeks back at him

through the city smog.

Many of the stars we see are in fact dead,

but they're so, so far away

their light will only fade from our view

thousands of years from now.

Maybe that was Jessica.

Maybe that was just a dream.

(door slamming)

- Get up! - Hey man.

- Where's the tip?

- There was $30 in there.

- So where is it?

- I don't know, man.

- That was a huge fuckin' party.

I'll bet it was over 200 bucks.

- You think I stole it?

There are other,

there are 10 other people work here, man.

- Hassan, don't fucking mess with me.

- Seriously, I can't stand that asshole anymore.

- What am I supposed to do?

Petty fucking politics.

Sir, honestly, don't worry.

Sit down.

(upbeat music)

Sorry.

- What's going on, huh?

- This is not their order.

- Well, that is what I was given.

- Where's the ticket. - What?

- Where's the ticket?

- I threw it.

- He threw it out.

(dishes crashing)

- I can't believe he's in my kitchen.

- Cut it out!

Hey!

- What are you doing here?

- Hey! - You work here?

- [Zayen] Both of you, stop this!

- Is this my fucking ticket?

(voices overlapping)

- What the fuck are you doing?

What the hell?

Hey!

(both screaming) (dishes clattering)

- Get him outta here!

Get him outta here.

- Get out!

You come here again, I'm calling the cops.

- Easy, Zayen, easy.

- Easy?

I gave this ungrateful fuck a job, somewhere to stay,

and this is how you repay me?

- Fuck you, man.

Fuck you, Zayen. - Okay, okay.

- He speaks.

You got a voicemail, Spielberg?

Is that what your parents taught you

in that shit hole of village you're from, huh?

To come here and beg and steal.

What do you know about me and my family, man?

Huh?

- Speak English.

- Fuck you.

Babaji, this guy,

he steals from us and then he labels us thieves.

- I steal from you? - Yeah.

- I steal from you? - You steal from me.

You're the biggest

thief of all, man. - Get the fuck outta here.

(door slamming)

(somber music)

- All right, that's it for today.

I'll see you next week.

Hassan, can I have a word with you please?

Okay, let's see.

Hassan, why do you want to be a filmmaker?

- I think is the only medium

where I feel I can express myself.

You know, the six senses.

I really like the take my emotions and my feelings

and put them up on screen.

And hopefully one day I'll be able to give to the audience

at least a glimpse of the true human condition.

And just the process of taking text

and then transforming it onto cellulite,

it's an absolute miracle for me.

- I read your script.

It's very good.

You have a technical understanding of character building,

catharsis and plot structure.

I can see in your exercises

that you have a good understanding of cinematography

and visual storytelling.

You might be a fan of Fellini.

- (laughing) I love Fellini. - But you're not Fellini.

You are Hassan, and I want to see Hassan.

You have to have the courage to go into those dark

and vulnerable places, and you're not there yet.

Now the good news is you can develop it.

That's what the school is for, to develop your voice.

Comes from here.

But you have to be honest.

That's the human dilemma.

Those are the stories we want to see.

- Sir, I've been going through some financial pressure.

I've been working at this restaurant like late at night.

- Hassan. - No, sir.

I quit. - Hassan.

- I'm going to focus. - It's okay, all right?

Timing is everything in life.

Take some time off, go back to India maybe,

sort out your financial things,

and come back when you're ready.

International tuition is very expensive

and I'd hate to see you not do well.

- Because it's due for next semester in a month.

- I know, I know.

There's a slight problem.

Just wondering, Hassan,

if you could just talk to the school

and manage this semester somehow.

Do you think that we can do that?

Do you think that they can give us three more days?

Or we can pay them in installments?

(soft music)

(siren wailing)

- Your grades aren't high enough, Hassan.

I have stacks of applicants in your year with 4.0's, 4.3's.

- No, I know, sir,

but I actually really need this job before next semester.

- I can't.

- Sir, I'm having loan problems

and I can't go back to India. - Hassan, look.

I can't. (coffee spilling)

Ah shit.

All right. - Do you have napkins?

- All right, look, y'know kid,

I can pay you minimum wage, right?

- Huh?

- Would that work for you?

- Yes sir.

Everything helps, sir.

- Okay.

All right, all right.

Thank you, thank you.

- Thank you, sir.

(bright music)

* You can run

* You can hide

* Try to avoid

Hi.

No milk, two sugars for you.

And milk, two sugars for you.

- Hm?

- Just kidding, no sugars.

Hi guys.

Here's your one sugar and creamer.

Here's your vanilla foam free.

* You can accomplish it all

* If it is the only thing

* If you're chasing your dream

Oh, hey.

Here's your cinnamon cardamom.

- Okay.

* It's close if it is the only thing *

(keyboard clacking)

* Chasing the frill

* Stay in the dark

* Exercise your will or

* You'll miss the mark

* Nobody said it was easy

* There is no kind

* Take your time and you'll leave us behind *

* Ahh

* Ahh

* Ahh

- [Jessica] Where have you been?

* Let's start the music

* If you give it your all, you can focus *

- Welcome to chai lessons with Mahi 101.

Important thing to know about making chai

is it's not about what, but it's more about why.

* It's yours if it is the only thing *

* There's nothing we can't do

* If you give it your all

* You can accomplish it all

* If it is the only thing

* If you're chasing your dreams *

* Your dream's not to fall again *

* It is yours if it is the only thing *

- Y'know, I feel like such a fool sometimes,

(waves crashing)

with all these dreams.

I don't even know if they'll ever come true.

- Well, they will all come true because mine has.

(both laughing)

- So what are you going to do after you graduate?

- I want to travel.

I want to go see Paris and I want to go to India.

- Uh oh.

- My family will disown me.

- For traveling?

- No, for not getting a job after I graduate.

If I graduate.

- You just need to take a deep breath

and trust that everything is gonna work out.

Everything always works out.

- Everything?

- Yeah, everything.

It always does.

(machines beeping)

- I think it's time.

He will require the surgery.

I think we should start immediately.

- Ma'am, I'm sorry.

Sorry, ma'am.

We require full payment.

- What? - It's our policy.

Please understand.

- I totally understand that,

but you need to understand my father,

he needs surgery right now.

Please, I mean, come on.

- [Woman] Sorry.

I'm sorry.

- Well how can you say that?

Please help me.

These are very expensive.

- Mahi.

- [Woman] You have an insurance, ma'am?

- No.

(phone vibrating) - Yeah, yeah.

Let's go, this is fine.

- Hey, Mahi, guess where I am.

(Mahi crying)

(somber music)

- It's not good.

I don't know what to do, I'm sorry.

- [Man] Hassan?

- If I give you this loan, how do you plan to pay it back?

- I'll come back full time.

I'll work it off.

- He can.

(check tearing)

- No second chances.

Okay?

- [Hassan] Thank you.

(soft music)

- You're a good son, you know?

You are.

Don't lose hope.

Come here.

- Sally. - Here.

- Elliot. - Here.

- Hassan.

- Yes.

How do you say chandelier?

- Chandelier.

(both laughing)

The two in Farsi, pretty similar.

- [Woman] I know, it's amazing.

(soft music)

(phone vibrating)

- [Jessica Voicemail] Hey Hassan,

it's me calling again.

Just wanted to make sure

we're still on for Christmas dinner tomorrow.

Call me back.

Okay, bye.

(boy laughing)

(festive music)

- Merry Christmas.

Hey Hassan, go take the order.

- How are you?

- Fine.

So what can I get you guys?

- You decide.

- Sure.

That's okay.

I'll be fine.

(door closing)

- I waited for you all night.

I've been calling you all week.

I have to work, all right?

I'm sorry. - No, no,

you could have found a way.

You knew that this was important to me.

- Not all of us have that privilege, okay?

- What's gotten into you?

Stop.

Why are you being like this?

Is everything okay?

- Jessica, you know nothing about me.

You know nothing about my life.

You don't know anything.

All right?

How's this gonna work?

I mean, look at you and look at me.

- Stop. - No.

It's not gonna work.

Stop thinking you can save me.

(somber music)

- [Hassan Voiceover] Perhaps for some of us,

it's just that, a dream you can only look at

from a wide shot.

Hassan was just infatuated with her,

maybe because she reminded him of old Hollywood movies.

Perhaps he knew he could never have her.

Hope deferred makes the heart sick and can even kill a man,

he remembers someone saying.

(birds chirping)

- [Mummy] I am so proud of you.

- Mummy, don't talk like that.

Why would I be upset?

Make me sound so heartless.

You can't have everything you want, no?

Remember, that's what Papa used to say.

- You mark my words.

I love you, Hassan.

(soft music)

* Ooh

* Ooh

- Hassan, can I just say

that it takes a courageous man to follow a dream,

but it takes a wise man to know when to walk away from it.

(electronic beeping)

* Ooh

* Ooh

* Ooh

* Ooh

* Ooh

* Ooh

(camera smashing) (Hassan screaming)

(Hassan crying)

(soft music)

- Babaji, not this again.

No, you're going to have to push your trip back.

I mean, money's tight.

Damn refrigerator repairs took this month's profits.

And I can't leave other people in charge here

if you're not here.

Okay okay.

So how much you want.

How much you want, how much?

200?

500?

Babaji, you're man of principal now?

Where were your principals

when I was paying your daughter's school for years?

Don't forget that.

Take it.

Get back to work, Babaji.

(door closing)

(Babaji crying)

(electronic beeping)

- Babaji.

Surprise.

(Babaji laughing)

(electronic beeping)

(somber music)

- Sorry.

(electronic beeping)

Sorry, Babaji.

- Bye. - Thank you.

- Thanks.

- Thanks.

- Hey, Babaji, what happened?

- Babaji's not feeling well.

He needs to rest.

- We'll Skype Geeta later, okay?

(trash crashing)

(upbeat music)

What are you doing?

- You know, flaco,

not everybody can get loans from Khan.

- Gustavo, put the money back.

- [Gustavo] You think I'm scared of you?

- Man, look, I'm not gonna let you leave

with the money, all right?

So just put it down and I'll forget all about it.

- You're gonna stop me?

Hmm, flaco?

- Fuck you, man, I'm not.

(punch landing)

(Gustavo screaming)

(punches landing)

(both shouting)

(Gustavo spitting)

Babaji.

Babaji.

Babaji, Gustavo stole the tips.

(somber music) Babaji?

Hey Chandan.

Chandan?

Chandan, Babaji.

He's not waking up.

Chandan.

Babaji.

Babaji, don't go.

- Babaji.

- Babaji.

Babaji.

- We need to call the ambulance, okay?

- [Aziz] What happened to Babaji?

- Babaji!

Babaji, wake up!

Wake up!

Babaji.

(radio chattering)

(siren wailing)

(bright music)

- Thank you, bye.

Thank you for all of this.

I love you.

- Why don't you come visit LA sometime, you know?

There's just a lot to see over here.

Yeah.

I know, but I can't leave this country

until I get my green card and legal status and all that.

- You sound like a captive.

Why?

Do you think things will ever be the same again?

- Mahi, I promise you, okay.

It's gonna be like I never left.

- Is this what I wanted?

I just ended up being like everyone else.

- [Hassan] Hey, don't say that.

- I will always be living for somebody else,

an arranged marriage, .

- That's not true, okay?

That's not true.

- That was an improv.

(both laughing)

- Weirdo.

I have to go.

But I mean, you need anything, or anything,

just call me, okay?

(soft music)

- The customer's always right,

but you take orders only from me.

No second chances, you understand?

You got your student visa, right?

I'll pay in cash.

That'll help, right?

Welcome to New Delhi Cafe.

- Thank you.

- He can take your things.

(somber music)

- [Hassan Voiceover] Hassan watches the new bus boy

as if staring into the mirror of his own past.

And it's in this very moment he sees the vicious cycle.

It's in every face of every restaurant worker.

And though sometimes to an outsider,

every one of those faces looks the same,

every story is different.

And now I have a story.

And It's all mine to tell

(soft music)

- My husband, he have a visa to working in America.

You know, the H1B visa.

- Yeah. - Uh huh.

- And he have a job.

It's a very good.

And then we had a daughter.

- We left Iraq during the war.

My father had enough.

One night, a bomb hit our home

and the window came down on my brother.

So he got us out of there.

- Right now, he is back in Korea, but I cannot go.

My daughter's, she is American.

I cannot go back to Korea.

(somber music)

- I saw him about five years ago.

- [Hassan] Five years?

- Five years.

And I don't have my papers so I can go back.

- Yeah, I am here working.

You know, when we first come,

we not illegal.

No one wants to be illegal,

but.

(water running)

- [Hassan] Is this what you thought your life would be

when you came to America?

(somber music)

(electronic beeping)

(soft music)