[in Urdu] Seek the forgiveness of Allah!
[in English] Told you I wasn't lying.
[in Urdu] What the hell are you doing?
[in English] You must realise what we're dealing with.
-Put it down. -Don't put it down. Get rid of it.
I will, but just look at it.
-I don't need to see shit! -She doesn't know what she's doing.
I do know what I'm doing and I'm not the one acting crazy here.
Your son is, and so are you two by ignoring it.
Shaju is fine. He's just stressed.
-[Q] He's not! -I don't need this.
Why do we always have to pretend like everything's okay when it is not.
-No one is pretending! -You pretend about everything!
[Tahira] I do not!
You're pretending right now.
You are!
-[in Urdu] Just be quiet! -[thuds]
Baba?
-Parvez! Oh! Parvez! -Baba!
-Oh! Parvez! Parvez! -[in English] Er, shit.
-Phone! -Er, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Come on, fuck's sake!
-[operator] Emergency. Which service? -Yeah. Ambulance, please.
Baba, I'm sorry, okay?
I'm so sorry.
[sombre music playing]
[grunts softly]
[in Urdu] They will make you feel like you don't belong.
But remember, your name is Shahjehan...
...King Of The World!
-[car honks] -[in English] What the fuck?
[Felicia] You're gonna be fine. You're gonna be fine.
-Okay? -What's going on?
-Ah, I'm bleeding. -I'm driving you home.
-How did you find me? -With extreme difficulty, mate.
Someone posted a video of you
doing some weird death soliloquy after being hit by a car?
-[car screeching] -[thuds]
Oh, yeah.
-Was it good? -No, it was shit.
But the view count's rising.
Ah, fuck! My family!
Your family is fine. Q was the one who sent me the clip.
If anything, they are more concerned about you.
Oh, thank God. Thank God.
-Felicia? -Yeah?
I know I haven't been myself recently.
Oh, that was extremely understated. Do that in the audition, yeah?
-What? Is that still-- -Yeah, it's still on.
-What? -Yeah, I know you don't deserve me.
I even got your slot pushed to the end of the day.
Oh my God, I fucking love you.
Now, listen, we've gotta clean you up, sort this shit out with your family,
'cause I don't need you distracted in the room today, okay?
[groans] Yep.
-All right. -Absolutely.
[car door closes]
[Felicia] Hey, I care about you. You know that, right?
[Shah] Yeah. I do.
-Thank you. -[Felicia] Mm-hmm.
[calm music playing]
-[Shah] Hello? -[Tahira] In here, baby.
[in Urdu] Assalamu-Alaikum.
-[Shah in English] How are you? -We're fine.
-How are you? -I'm okay. I was so worried about you all.
-[chuckles] -[gun cocks]
She's fucking crazy, bro.
What the hell are you doing, Felicia?
Going above and beyond as your agent again.
Sit down.
Can't believe I was gonna do work experience for you.
All right. Shut up.
You think that I'm gonna put up with your crap for eight years
and let this opportunity pass me by?
If you're not happy, then we can talk. I can change the commission structure.
Oh, I'm not doing this because I'm unhappy.
I'm doing this because you are.
-That doesn't even make sense. -Last warning, bitch.
Shah, do you want to know why you're blocked?
Why you fucked the biggest moment of your career?
You are looking at reason one,
two, three,
-and four. -Huh?
You are as obsessed with getting their blessing.
-Their approval. -To be fair,
he's been fixated on a lot more people's approval than just ours.
-Innit? -Yeah, innit?
[Felicia] She's right. You keep trying to take people with you.
But that's why there's only two seats in a DBS.
Is that like... a jet?
It's an Aston Martin, you idiot.
Well, the fact you didn't even mention the DB12 to him,
proves to me you're a blud-claat pagan!
-What the fuck did you call me? -Nuttin'.
Just use benchod. They don't understand.
Shut the fuck up! Listen to me, Shah.
If you wanna nail this audition,
you have to eliminate all of them first.
[exhales]
But...
these are my people.
Everything I do is for them.
[chuckles] Come on, man.
You're ashamed of them.
You're always trying to fix and change them,
but you can't so just cut them loose, man.
You told me when you signed me that we were gonna change things.
-We were gonna make a difference. -Yes, to your life.
I'm not trying to give the whole village a piggy-back.
How you mean village? We're from Karachi. We got running water, thank you.
Listen.
Making a difference means paying minimal tax.
Maybe you buy a couple holiday homes.
You can hire a few assistants who look just like you.
That's what I want.
But what do you want, Shah?
Material stuff doesn't really matter to me.
-[stutters] I'm an artist. -[family groaning]
-[overlapping chatter] -Why can't you accept that?
I'm an artist.
Yeah. You know what?
True artists?
They don't give a fuck about other people or what they think.
-Come, let's do this loud mouth first. -[Shah] Don't do it!
[both sigh in relief]
I should be the one who does it.
Say what?
[sombre music playing]
-Shaju? -Shut up, Mummy!
-What the fuck are you doing, bro? -Stop undermining me in front of everyone.
You always do that.
You will not shoot Mummy and Baba, okay? I forbid it!
I'm in control now.
Don't talk to your mother like that.
Also, shoot her first.
What?
Come on, Tahira, everybody knows you pushed him into this.
Your ambition! The pressure! The ridiculous school!
Oh, that's from somebody who dragged us all to a whole new country!
Benchod, I was so happy in Pakistan!
-And the best actor award goes to? -Shut up.
I decide who gets it and in what order.
Bro, quick sidebar.
Erm, like, why am I even tied up?
I've been your biggest fan since day, like--
D'you know how many anonymous tweets I wrote defending you?
-I appreciate that. -[Q] Yeah.
I'm your ride or die, cuz.
Obviously, I don't really want to die, but...
Listen, these men are old as fuck and on their way out already.
You can do 'em guilt-free, know what I'm sayin'?
Can you just shush, okay? You're only here for the free shit and the clout, anyway.
How about you shush, yeah?
You've been jealous of this man before he could walk.
What are you talking-- Bro.
I've been here for you since day one. I took a knife for you.
Yeah. And, well, brother, I need to be here with you.
For you. To fend you off from these snakes.
-You ungrateful fuck! -Shut up... [speaking other language]
Listen to me, cuz, yeah.
Anytime I took the piss out of you, it was just character building.
-I was building you. -You hate him.
Shaju, jaana, shoot Zulfi.
He would've strangled you in the crib if he could!
-Hey, listen, nobody's shooting-- -Shut up!
[gunshot]
Allah!
[Zulfi] Cuz...
I just wanna say, yeah...
Cuz, you're not a meerkat nonce.
-I wanna apologise for saying it. -[gunshot]
-[thuds] -[gasps]
Oh, okay. Good.
Yeah. Nah, you got rid of the most toxic elements in our family,
so yeah, bro, y'know what, you actually did well. I kinda rate that--
[stutters] That was mad like, that-- We weren't expecting that, were we?
-[chuckles] I wasn't expecting-- -[gunshot]
It's always been you and me, Shaju.
[sombre music playing]
Just me and my beautiful boy.
[gunshot]
[soft thud]
Where am I?
Mm. Nice little sleep?
How many fingers?
-Three. -[Rita] Name?
It says here, "Shahaj--"
-"Shahaja--" -Everyone calls me Shah.
May I?
Hmm.
Your obs aren't the best, Mr Latif.
It's been a long day.
Yeah? What do you do for a living?
I'm an actor.
What you been in then?
Anything I'd seen?
Probably not.
Might be the next James Bond, though.
[sighs] Audition's in a couple of hours.
-You taking the piss? -No.
Well, you have to before you go anywhere.
-You're dehydrated, love. -Fuck! My...
My family, have--
They're gone. [stutters] They're missing.
Sounds like a busy day.
The doctor will be in soon.
Bond, huh?
Break a leg.
[scoffs softly]
[ringing]
[heart beating]
[thuds]
[indistinct chattering]
[alarm beeping]
-[Rita] Thanks. -[receptionist] Okay.
Mr Latif, what are you doing?
I need you to go back to your room.
-[stutters] You can't keep me here. -Excuse me--
What you doing, bro? We're in here.
What the fuck are you doing here?
What do you mean?
Why do you never reply to your texts, man? Oi, you two.
-Look who's finally shown up. -Oh my God, thank you.
-Baba! -Beta, where were you?
Oh, Shaju!
See, I told you, he'd come!
-[giggles softly] -[groans]
What happened to you, man? You look like shit.
I just slipped and I hit my head like an idiot. That's all.
-What happened to you, Baba? -Just a little heart hiccup.
Nothing to piss your pants about.
Where's Zulfi?
He's off with his new boyfriend.
[car screeching]
[dog barking]
Oh! Um... Is-- Is Parvez okay?
-You got more to worry about than Parvez! -If this is about Q, I'm sorry, okay?
We were just halal texting.
-Okay, there was one weird pic-- -Can you shut the fuck up?
I'm not here about Q. She can deal with you herself.
-I respect her. I do. -But you disrespected me, didn't you?
-And you wasted my time. -Okay.
Can I be honest with you?
[scoffs] I love Muba.
Okay? And so does the investment team in Dubai.
-For real? -Tomorrow afternoon, I'm flying out.
Muba is first thing on the agenda.
Tomorrow afternoon.
Yeah, you know what? Come with me. They'll love you.
I'll pay for your flight.
Right...
I think I've got to see him right now.
-Bro, they're getting on a plane. -Well then, come. We've got to go.
But you... you have your audition today.
Mummy, fuck the audition.
I have to see Zulfi.
Q, man.
I can't do this without you.
-Is your phone fully charged? -Yeah.
-Then yeah, I can't do this without you. -[softly] Safe.
[electropop music playing]
I could get fired for just having you in this car.
Oh, yeah. Zulfi banned you from the app.
Nice. You know, nothing's gonna happen to you, mate.
-That's me on the dashboard, all right? -Really?
I thought it was Dev Patel.
But you know what?
If you get there before 3:30, I'll give you an extra 20 quid.
-How's that? -Wait. Chill, yeah? This is my account.
-I'm good for the dough. -No, you ain't. You're broke as fuck.
[stammers] What?
You leave tags on your clothes.
[Dawood laughing]
It's hard to return them with the tags off, all right?
[Q] You wanna stop it, bro. It's embarrassing.
Shit. We might not even make it in time.
-Is it? -[Dawood] You'll make it.
I know all the shortcuts to the airport
while avoiding all the speed cameras and CCTV.
I could even get you through security and onto a runway if you want.
Just drive the car, please. Drive the car.
[stutters] To the terminal, not the runway.
[pop music playing]
[Q] That way.
[woman] Shah?
Oh, shit.
-Yasmin. -What are you doing here?
-I'm just-- -Oh, my God! You can't keep doing this.
I can't believe this is happening. Um...
I thought I made it clear when we spoke last night that this isn't--
No, no. I'm not here to try and stop you leaving.
Oh.
We're actually here to try and stop someone else leaving.
I'm sorry, you saw him last night?
-You didn't tell me that. -Yeah.
Ollie, right?
-Yeah. -Nice to meet you. Heard a lot about you.
-Oh my God! What happened? -Oh! Yeah, yeah.
It's all right. It's worse than it looks.
-Bro, seriously, like, we gotta go. -Yeah. We've got to go.
-What are you, like, 6'2? -Hm?
-See you in a bit. -Come on.
What was that, Yas?
-I got-- Yeah. -You gonna tell me?
-[Shah] Excuse me. Sorry. -[Q] I'm sorry.
Excuse me. Sorry, sorry.
-Sorry. -[staff] Whoa!
-Boarding pass. -We don't have boarding passes,
but somebody that we really need to speak to has just gone through.
-Yeah. -That's not how it works.
Sorry. One sec.
Have you got any photos of Zulfi on your phone?
-Yeah. -Bring them out, quickly.
-[staff] Thank you. -Excuse me.
We have reason to believe that this individual
-is a terror suspect and security threat. -Shah?
We need to locate them and stop them immediately.
-One moment, sir. -Okay.
-The fuck you doing, bro? -Trust me. This is going to work.
-Trust me. -No, no, I'm not involved.
Right. Um, you said something about security.
I did. Yeah. He's travelling to the Middle East.
He runs a complex network of drivers, couriers,
-and black market dashcam supplies. -And how do you know this?
I have links to the security establishment.
-What links? -MI5?
-I'm sorry, I can't-- -MI5.
Yeah, I'm not buying it. Next.
I'm sorry, what? [chuckles]
What do you mean "you're not buying it"?
You know, tone of voice, body language, the whole performance, really.
-I just didn't see it in the eyes. -Let me go again.
You film it this time and we can watch it back together.
You are already on camera. But if you keep annoying me,
I'm gonna put you on the news.
Better than having 100 dead bodies in an exploding 747 in the news.
They don't fly 747s anymore.
Because of people like this. I'm trying to tell you.
Trained in Chechnya.
Fought in Afghanistan. The battle of Kandahar, maybe--
What are you doing?
He's saying you're a security threat and a terrorist.
And an entrepreneur.
Sorry.
Hey, can we talk?
-[staff] Next. -Yeah.
Is that blood?
Oh, yeah. I got hit by a car.
Did it hurt?
-Yeah. -Good.
[indistinct chatter]
Bro, I'm sorry.
I'm really, really sorry.
I've been a fucking dickhead.
-The truth is-- -You know, my whole life,
I've seen you out here, yeah, doing you.
I've been at home, bro, trying to repay your family for taking me and Q in.
I should thank you.
You know what you made me realise?
I have to do me.
Yeah.
Wait. Is this like a real thank you or like, a fuck you, thank you?
Both.
I'm tired of being the little baby.
I'm not trying to be junior partner in a relationship.
-And I hear that. -Yeah.
And I don't want to control you.
I'm sorry I sweated you.
I just... I've just been ticking boxes my whole life, and...
You're not a box. You are a flower.
With... With layers like... like an onion.
-Okay, you need to work on that. -Yeah.
You really getting on that plane, then?
I'm back in four days.
Oh.
-Why didn't you just call me anyway? -This is too important.
-I love you, bro. -Say again?
I said you're a fucking prick!
-Yeah, you're little prick, too. -Yeah.
Erm, yeah. That way!
Economy?
-Er, I'll see you at baggage claim. -Fuck's sake.
[Zulfi] Yes.
All right, pull yourself together. What you grinning like that for, bro?
Shut up, man. Give me my phone please.
-There's children around. -[chortles]
Psycho.
Er... I don't know if you're still down,
but you could probably still make that audition.
[sombre music playing]
[winces]
[gasps]
[melancholic music playing]
[knocking on door]
[crew] Mr Latif. We're ready when you are.
-[radio beeps] -[man speaking indistinctly]
Hey, man.
[director] There he is!
[giggles]
Someone's had a busy few days.
So, um, we're just gonna go straight to the monologue, okay?
Please, tell me you're ready.
Reporting for duty, ma'am.
-[crew 1] Set on camera. -[bell ringing]
[crew 2] Quiet on set.
[crew 1] Sound speed.
[crew 2] Screen test, Shah Latif. Take two.
[crew 1] Marker.
[bell ringing]
[crew 1] And we're set. And...
Action!
I could have just as easily aimed a few centimetres to the left.
[Severine] And it wouldn't have mattered to you at all, would it?
Just as long as you were pleasing your masters.
Letting them tell you exactly who to be.
But I see you.
When it's just you, all alone,
tell me,
how do you live with yourself?
Do you even know who you are anymore?
[scoffs]
Do you want to know what it's like?
Doing the dirty work?
Fighting everybody,
and being a nobody?
The blood on my hands is mine...
'cause I kill a part of myself every day.
I don't...
live with myself.
I live with whoever you need me to be.
If I don't know who I am it's 'cause...
you don't wanna know.
And cut!
-[crew 1] Cut! -[crew 3] Wow.
[bell ringing]
[indistinct chatter]
-It was great. -Thank you.
[stutters]
[giggles] Wow. Wow.
I've never seen anybody turn a performance round like they--
You seem... You just--
I think I get it now.
Okay. Well, great.
Now there's just one more thing.
It's just you know, a bit of a rite of passage.
-[chuckles] Okay. -Congratulations.
[pensive music playing]
-[crew 1] Set on camera. -Erm, back to one?
[crew 1] Yes. Thank you.
Speed. Marker.
[director] So, now you're gonna say your name in three...
[pensive music continues]
Two...
One...
Action!
The name's...
Shahjehan.
[man yelling]
[pop music playing]