[Indian music plays in the background.]
[Jash Khan sits in a red, purple and gold tracksuit on a large wooden chair with a kalamkari printed overthrow.]
[A young man is knelt before him.]
“I’m sorry Mr. Khan… I failed you.”
[Jash rubs his beard.]
“Chhi-chhi,” [Khan says with disgust.] “Have you ever heard the proverb; the future depends on what we do today?”
[The man shakes his head.]
“You haven’t failed me yet, innit.”
[Khan stands up from his comfortable chair and walks down a few stairs to the kneeling man.]
“Yaar,” [he says, beckoning the man to rise.] “Get oop. Listen here brudduh, there’s no bloody use in cryin’ about what you ain’t done. Are you a wasteman?”
[The risen man shakes his head again.]
“I’ll tell you what brudduh, you go back out there and get me my bands. Big stacks, innit?” [He makes hand gestures relating to money.] “You come back here empty again, you’re gonna leave me no choice but to do the ting, alright?”
[The young man rushes out of the room, leaving Jash to retake his seat on the kalamkari throne.]
[One of his associates steps forward, a blonde haired man with scars on his face.]
“Vexxed?” [He asks Khan, who shrugs.] “You want me to handle it, boss?”
[Khan thinks about it for a moment. He nods.]
“Give the roadman a chance to secure my bank. His future depends on what he does today, innit?”
[The associate nods and walks away.]