02x04 - Sort of Who She is

[bunniefuu]

[soft sombre music]

Sabi, I built it
and no one came.

[sighs] |-] can't let
this place close.

Without some sort of
super immediate cash infusion,

we got no choice.

Did you call me 'cause
your friends need money?

Maybe.

Bryce: I don't bail
failing businesses out.

Call me when you have
a thing to pitch.

7ven:
Look how zest!

It just feels weird that someone
twice my daughter's age

wants to hang with her so much.

Ditch Violet now
so it hurts less.

Where you at?

Your dad hired you to do
all this work on the house

and now he's not paying you?

You want money?

Yeah.
- Like allowance?

Like white people
give their children?

No, like, uh...

what you have to do by law
when you hire someone.

I'm leaving.
- Leaving Paul?

You-you already told me that.

No, here. The facility.

Sabi: If I'm gonna
take care of you,

then I need, like, a real
a*s salary to do that.

You okay with this?

Does it matter?

Just worried about my mom.

My dad's coming home from
Dubai and I just felt like

she was doing so much
better without him.

I told you.

Open concept.

So, we have a new member of
the Tuesday/Thursday aft crew.

Give it up for Raffo!

If you feel comfortable maybe
you could introduce yourself

and give us a sense of
your connection to dance.

Oh.

I'm Raffo.

Ah, I'm a mother.

Nothing special.

I used to dance when
I was much younger.

I mean, being a
mother in my opinion

is not "nothing special”.

Okay?

Just so you know what
we do here at Bollyvibes

is whatever feels good.

Bharatnatyam, Kathak, Bhangra,
Jazz, Belly Dance, Hip-Hop.

Google says you can
burn 500 calories

with just one session
of Masala Bhangra.

[crowd applauds and laughs]

[Rupee laughs]

Rupee:
Let's do this!

[upbeat Bhangra music]

And five, six, seven, eight!

[upbeat Bhangra music]

I would like something to eat!

[upbeat Bhangra music]

[Imran sighs]

Rupee:
And arms!

Yes!

[upbeat Bhangra music]

Rupee:
Okay!

Woo!

Get it, girl!

[Raffo giggles]

[upbeat Bhangra music]

Rupee:
Woo! Yeah!

All right!

I mean, it was like
a big deal for real

because I'm like this
desi kid from the burbs

and all I thought was
that there's, like,

straight and g*y and
that's it, you know?

Yeah. Then we
walked into Bar Bük

and it was liike so freakyyy.

SO freaky.
And life, like, changed.

How did you end
up working there?

Well, |-

7ven: "Cause Sabi
fully stalked the place.

I did not stalk the place.

7ven:
[laughs] Yes, you did.

You were there all the time.

Okay, yeah, totally.

I was there every waking hour.

Tryna' get freaky!

Yes!

[laughing]

Then one day Deenzie
was just like,

"Heya cupcake!

Need someone to cover the bar.

You're of age, right?"

Your dad sounds
like that, right?

[buzzer rings]

Hey!
—Oh hey!

Do you have my keys?

Which keys?

Car keys.

I told you I was coming here.

I asked you if you
wanted to come.

Did you tell me you
were taking the car?

I assumed that it was assumed.

Deenzie, why don't
you just come in?

I just want my keys.

Are you crocheting?

Yes.

Wanna make sure
you're okay to drive?

I'm a grown a*s man
with a car and no keys.

And for your information,

other than some
hardcore crocheting,

I have not engaged in
stress relieving activities

such as booze or drugs

because that was
an entirely other

wonderful part of my life
that is now behind me.

But you know what
else is behind me?

The business that I
spent twenty years building,

so you all need to get over it

and start your own dreams!

You want your
little discotheque,

or you want your little gallery
thing—a-ma-bingbong or

oh God, I don't even know what
your dreams are, cupcake,

I'm sorry.

But either way,
can I just have my keys?

I already gave them to you.

Thanks.

Bryce: So you
wanna reboot Bar Bük

as a dance club
slash art gallery?

7ven:
Yeah, dawg!

And we have interest

from another investor
in the art world.

What investor?

I'm not at liberty to say yet,

but I think the fund you manage

might wanna party with us.

Who's the investor, 7ven?

Somebody.
- Who?

Someone!

Um, Bryce, there's a
lot of nowhere to go

for people like us in this city.

And if we build it right,
those people will come.

Well, put a plan together

and I'll take a look at it.

7ven:
Yes!

I mean, okay.
Love you, Bryce!

Who's the investor, 7ven?

Byeeeeee!
- Don't "Byeeee!" me-

Tool.

So we have an investor?

No.

Maybe.

We gonna do this?

Yeah.

What about you?

Do you want this?

[sighs] I don't know.

I guess I'm just like...

You know, you have your,
like, art-worldly-ness,

and you're smart as sh*t.

I'm just like not sure what
I'm bringing to this I think.

What?

You're the soul.

It doesn't work if
you don't want it.

Can I hear you say it?

I personally need
to hear you say

that you want this.

[gentle music]

Yeah.

Yes, I want it.

Hee!

[7ven giggles]

[chuckles] Okay.

Yeah.

Together forever, Trevor.

[Imran hums]

You're doing the dishes?

Imran:
Yeah.

Okay.

Dance class.

♪ I don't need
someone else to see

♪ That he'll never leave me

♪ I'd even take him
home to meet my folks

♪ I'd even tell him
to call the home phone

/, I'd even take him
home to meet my folks /

[hammering]

Women are difficult
to understand.

Right.

You'll understand
when you're married.

[clattering]

Your mother is
taking dance class.

Oh? Nice.

Why are you laughing?

I wasn't even remotely laughing.

She was excellent
dancer in her youth.

Okay.

Why does everyone
keep things from me?

Is that a serious question?

'Cause we're, like,
afraid of you.

[softly] Oh damn.

[hammering]

[upbeat rhythmic music]

Hey, what's up?

Nothing.

How are you doing,

like with the whole new
normal and everything?

Fine.

Everything okay at
school and stuff?

Mm-hmm.

You seem sad.

I'm fine.

Oh. Hey.

Hi.

Would it be okay if
I put blackout curtains

in the front windows?

Are you asking for
my permission?

"Cause it's your house.

Right.

Bye.

Hey!

What?

You know, I'm like always,
always, literally always here.

[sighs] Why'd I get groceries?

[Violet's door slams shut]

Bessy:
First shower by myself.

She's right on track.

I used the stool.

It was sooo comfortable.

[laughs] Why did I ever stand?

You wanna sit, you sit, girl.

Hey, ah, wait, ah, don't
take another step.

Okay, continue.

Sabi.

Um, the-the overheads
were hurting your eyes,

so-so I thought I'd do
something a little bit softer.

Very lovely, and I'm very late.

Could you take her
the rest of the way?

Yes.
- Thanks, Claudette.

I'll see you tomorrow.

[Bessy grunts]

Oh.

Uh...

You...

You must be tired.

Bessy:
Thank you.

I should probably get some rest.

Yeah.

I'll get some rest.

Okay, you should
probably get some rest.

Okay.

[gentle music]

[softly] I'll get your legs.

Bessy:
Yeah, thank you.

Oh.

[gentle music]

[phone chimes]

[soft upbeat music]

[upbeat Bhangra music]

Rupee:
Hip!

Dance! Yes!

One, two, three, four.

Break it down!

[lively Bhangra music]

And hip!

And arms!

Beautiful, ladies.

Yes!

Woo!

What's up?

You okay?

Hey, buddy, move on!

This ain't MILF TV!

Move!

All good.
Everybody okay?

All right, we got this, girls.

Let's go!

And five, six, seven, eight!

One, two, three, four!

Give me those arms!

[upbeat Bhangra music]

Sorry, I'm early.

You're here.

I am.

I just texted you
and you just came.

Yeah.

So what do you wanna...

I mean, was-was there
a specific reason

that you reached out to me?

I wasn't sure from your tone.

You know, tone on text,
it's, ah-

Yeah, but I don't know.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

No.

Ugh.

Everyone is falling apart.

Is that Deenzie's car?

I got permission this time.

Okay.

Where should we go?

Uh, you texted me.

Can we just have
like mindless fun?

I don't know how
mindless I can be.

But let's just start driving
and see where we end up.

Okay.

Thank you.

Yeah.

[phone beeps]

Oh gawd, my mom called
me like a thousand times.

Raffo on voicemail:
Sabi, I need you to call me.

[voicemail beep]
- Are you ignoring me?

Call me.
—[voicemail beep]

Your father's freaking me out!

I can't go home!

Come and get me!

[voicemail beep]

Let's go get her.

Oh. Uh-

[car engine roars]

[sombre electronic music]

[Raffo sighs]

Hiiiii.

[speaks Urdu]

Finally. Thank you.

Sorry, Mom.
- Hey!

You must be Sabi.

Yeah.

Your mom is the sh*t, FYI.

Hey, that's a good thing,
what she just called you.

[speaking Urdu]
- Yes.

Good thing.

Thank you.

Okay. You good?

All right. Thanks.

Rupee:
Bye. See you next week.

He was just standing
there staring.

Mom, maybe he really
wanted to see you dance.

No.

His behaviour is erratic.

I saw him do dishes, housework.

Seriously?
- Huh.

Okay, yeah, that is
pretty concerning.

Raffo:
Are you concerned?

I can't see your face.

Come in the back.

Why you sitting in the
front with the Uber driver?

Come in the back.

Come.

Mom, this is Wolf.

Wolf, this is Mrs. Mehboob.

Nice to meet you,
Mrs. Mehboob.

How do you know the Uber dri...

[soft techno music]

[soft rhythmic music]

Do you have a job?

Mom!

It's okay.

Ah, I'm a student.

Well, I'm taking a
break from my studies.

Helping my dad.

Oh, it's nice you're
helping your parent.

He doesn't really want my help.

Says he's fine,

but I'm not really sure.

Also I'm not that sure about
what I'm studying I think.

Maybe, ah, I'm-I'm just here,
you know,

running from something that
I'll eventually have to face.

Anyway.

What sort of dance
are you taking?

Oh, it has hip—hop elements

and also some
Bhangra techniques.

Modern Bhangra is fascinating.

Yeah, the whole '70s
British influence.

I mean...

Just ask him.

You were born in Pakistan?

Lahore.

Raffo:
No.

I was born in a small
village called Sadhoke.

You were born in Lahore.

I know where I was born.

My family moved to Lahore
when I was three months old.

Why didn't I know that?

And what brought you to Canada?

Opportunity.

Also my husband was
taking care of his mother

and after she died,

there was no reason
for us to stay.

Wait, Dad was taking
care of Dadi?

[Raffo speaks Urdu]

She had been sick since
he was very young.

Huh.

I grew up in Germany.

Yeah, my dad died there

and then my other
dad brought me here.

That's a difficult thing
for such a young age.

[gentle electronic music]

[soft chattering]

Every time he returns from
Dubai I find it difficult.

Why is that?

I suppose I feel he has...

expectations.

Of the way I should be.

Oh.

He's facing a lot of
changes right now.

Change is very
difficult for him.

I wonder if all this
change is changing him?

Meaning?

I dunno.

I find it difficult,
you know, for instance,

with my dad to give him
room to be, like, changed

by everything that
he's going through.

I just assume that he's
just gonna keep on being

the same old him.

Sorry, I'm-I'm only asking
myself if I'm giving him room

to be, you know...

new.

You okay?

I think so.

Yes.

Is there anything
you need me to do

to make anything,
like, better for you?

He's a very smart boy.

Everyone should have
room to be new.

Khuda Hafiz.
- Khuda Hafiz.

[uplifting music]

Who is that woman?

Your mother apparently.

Who are you?

Like, how do you know how
to say all the right stuff?

[uplifting music]

Oh, I meant to tell you.

I think I might've found a space

that the landlords are
desperate to rent.

Not in the village?

God, no.

It was actually a gallery.

It's not in the best shape
but it's in our price range.

Okay.

[soft rhythmic vocalization]