When was I supposed to get an update on this?
Olivia,
why did you not tell me about this sting operation in the first place?!
It was a straightforward operation.
But it wasn't, was it?
Our man, Anwar, could have been murdered!
From now on,
any such operation or surveillance on this case goes through me first.
- Understood? - Yes, sir.
Back to work.
I'm sorry, Olivia.
- You had to hear all beca-- - I think you should take some time off.
Spend time with family.
Mr. Sanjay?
He's on a tour.
He hasn't even called.
Did he call you?
Mom, when is Dad coming back?
Paaji, the cop who turned Randy against us, is downstairs,
and he's completely wasted.
No way. I want to meet him.
I hope everything is to your satisfaction.
What?
Is there a problem?
I wouldn't have needed this if there wasn't.
Do officers of your rank have problems too?
It's good to hear that.
No.
Only fucking idiots like me have them.
Join me.
Have a drink with me.
To Randy.
Have you ever been to Bali?
Where?
Bali? It's in Indonesia.
It's a beautiful place.
Fishermen there have a tradition.
They first apologize to the live bait they're about to use,
and then they go ahead and use it.
So, find another bait,
and make sure to apologize to it before using it,
because the fish are thriving.
No, charge.
So, you're making butter chicken?
- Yes. - Whose birthday is it today?
No one's.
And Roy who stays in 37 ordered it.
He wants a butter chicken but is allergic to nuts.
I don't get it-how can cashews make people sick?
Here.
Forget about what makes others sick Instead, start eating some cashews yourself.
Give it to your father.
He'll end up giving it to you anyway.
But he's the one who keeps track of everything.
Stop worrying about keeping track and just start spending the money.
842 days of sobriety down the drain.
Or should I say, you spilled a bottle of whiskey all over it?
How could you start drinking again?
Are you surprised that I've been keeping a track too?
It's because we want you back, Sanjay.
I am sorry.
Bye, mom.
Bye.
Your work is affecting our family,
but you don't seem to care.
Let me know if you need anything else.
- Thanks, Nimma. - There you go.
Appreciate this owe you one.
Hey, DJ.
- Hi. - What's up?
What's up?
What's going on?
Nothing, he needed some cash for his master's research.
Our Subbu has already become a scientist.
He's definitely going to achieve something big in his life.
Can we aim for the same, eh?
We've got three tracks in The Bandit Beats new compilation CD.
No way!
Yeah way!
That is sick, bro.
Zuri made the connection.
Now our tracks will be featured in the global underground scene.
But what's our plan this time?
We will use this.
- You have the beats ready? - Yeah!
Tried out some new synths and have doubled up the tempo.
Sick, bro.
You're carrying a gun now?
DJ, it's there to scare off those who aren't afraid of the God.
Money can't solve everything either.
I don't intend to kill anyone.
You might want to think this over, Nimma.
It's cool, man.
They forgot the count, dad.
We were all over them.
Honestly, we have never played like that before.
Proud of you both.
You should have been there.
It was a blast. We all had a great time.
I was planning to come, but something came up.
Otherwise, I definitely would have been there.
What's new?
I'm going to step out for a smoke.
Come on, man,
what's the point of quitting alcohol if you're just going to start smoking cigarettes back to back?
Let me relax, man.
What happened?
Did you and Fatima got into a fight?
She says,
if death upsets you, why are you working in a graveyard?
It's seen as a good deed in many cultures.
Sure, it's good for the dead, but not so great for the living.
Look, you're a police officer, not a harbinger of death.
Yes, the big gangs are just getting bigger.
And here our department is making us to deal with our own conscience.
We had a man inside, this Sarabjeet's gang...
Forget it.
Really?
He is dead
Paaji?
Bhuppi, my man!
How's everything at home? All good?
Great party!
Sarab Paaji!
Mr. Gibbs has been waiting for your call.
He'd like to do a meeting.
I'm busy right now.
I'll schedule a time for tomorrow and get to it.
Let's just get it done with, sir. Right now.
After all, Gibbs works for the boss.
For the first time, Nimma saw Sarab taking orders from someone else.
Because he didn't realize that even this business is run by
people sitting in big, air-conditioned offices.
And I needed to find that entire white-collar nexus.
Whoa, only Sarab!
Hello, Sarab.
Fuck your hello!
I am not your bitch to come running every time you call.
I've called all of you here.
We all work together but we hardly ever meet.
I thought we should, socialize more.
So why does it feel like I am on trial here?
Sarab, Sarab, Sarab...
Why do you feel like you're all alone, huh?
You're part of a system,
just like we all are.
The trouble starts when someone thinks they're above the system.
Secret deals,
Mexican cartel,
heroin for cocaine...
Hmm?
So what happened?
Did you try to outsmart me and end up face-planting?
The cops showed up at your doorstep!
Did you even consider how that affects our association?
Associations are supposed to be about mutual benefit.
They just give us the scraps to sell.
Because these Chinese fuckers can't see us progress.
English, please.
Bao.
I was just telling Sarab here that we all do business together.
And business is about money.
And I think we can agree, Bao.,
that money doesn't know the color of skin.
So from now on,
there will be no step-brotherly treatment for Sarab.
His market is growing and he needs uninterrupted, unbiased supply.
Do we have an understanding?
Yes.
There you go.
Everything is simple if we all share our problems with each other.
Instead of trying to fly solo.
As soon as Bao and Sarab teamed up,
cocaine started landing at Vancouver port again.
Now Nimma was in on it too.
He was figuring out how pineapples were coming through Ecuador
and making their way to the streets of Vancouver.
Nimma was piecing it all together.
With fast cash and a gun on his hip, Nimma was loving this thrill.
For the first time, he felt like he had real power.
But the car he was in had no brakes in it.
All the high society folks are his customers...
- Aklan, Marhaba and welcome. - Ahmed!
Check it. Make sure all of it is in there.
So, business...
is down.
What?
Very little... No sale.
Why your friends no party?
No get wasted?
So next delivery, no...
No hur...
No hurry.
No sale.
He's fucking lying.
What?
What do you mean, "what"?
He's making a fool out of us.
He's lying.
Ahmed is shit scared of Sarab Paaji.
He wouldn't dare to cross us.
Got it?
Well, he already has crossed us.
And these Chinese are behind it.
We're the only ones who are taking the orders from the higher-ups,
These Chinese aint!
- Good morning sir. - Good morning, Angel.
No eggs for me today, please.
Very good, sir.
No matter what you say to her, she always says "very good."
They are bringing the voters' minimum age to 18.
For the next elections.
- Really? - Hmm.
That's great news for you.
What?
Just think about all the new votes from the diaspora that will come in.
You can use that to your advantage.
Since when the party thinks that I can win.
You'll need to show them by actually winning, Guri.
They can't imagine an Indian woman sitting on the counsellor's table.
What are you suggesting, Ranjit?
That I should run as an independent candidate?
Yeah, why not?
Come on, Ranjit.
You know it's not that simple.
We know our strengths and weaknesses,
but the world needs to see them through our actions, Guri.
Not everybody has the vision.
Vision.
Like the Ranjit Bajwa, right?
Right.
Let's go.
Amazing stuff...
Fuck.
I told you so.
Shit.
Wait, wait, wait.
Let him step out.
Hey!
You know we make bet?
- What? - You know bet?
No.
He says Ahmed is a liar.
You know a liar?
He says Ahmed sell someone else's stuff.
But I say no way Jose!
He can never cheat us.
Fuck
Brother, brother...
The fucker ran away.
Please don't kill me
I don't have the time today.
Hey, wait. Don't...
No please don't! No, no, no.
Have a good weekend, asshole!
What's going on?
These brown guys are trying to take what is mine.
Motherfuckers!
The pricks are here.
Bao.
Good to see you.
How are you?
We have to agree that shooting was wrong.
He is still breathing.
It was agreed that...
We all know what was agreed.
We didn't shoot till now.
But if this mistake keeps repeating, he might not be breathing.
Done, Paaji.
All good?
Yep.
Why are you always running late?
I'm always on time, Paaji.
He's the one who picks me up late.
Tell Paaji.
I waited half an hour for him today.
Thank you, Paaji.
I'm good. How about you?
Fuck!
Give cover to Paaji.
Get the stuff out!
Paaji, you go. I'll hold off the police.
Leave right now!
Get the stuff out!
Leave right now!
Nimma's keeping the police busy.
Go back now!
I go home!
No! Move that all the way back.
- Sorry? - Move back now!
I no English.
Right. Get out now.
Get out of the car!
- I want to go home. - All right, get over here.
Hands on the bonnet.
Keep them down, mate.
I...
- I don't have anything. - Stay there.
Right.