The dream has a part two that nobody talks about. Thin walls that turn strangers' fights into your evening entertainment. A paper trail that somehow gets longer every time you shorten it.

That's the world Jass and Mani parachute into. Two Punjabis, one plan, a country that doesn't particularly care about either. Somewhere over the Atlantic it starts developing holes, and by the time they land, it's mostly just hope held together with stubbornness.

Visa trouble doesn't knock. Sharp and genuinely funny, yes. But the comedy makes room for something quieter sitting underneath it. A question neither character says out loud, but both are clearly living with.