Glory. Glory means love, sacrifice and pain.
Your granddad stood tall returning from the games.
But on his chest, there was no medal.
To win gold, you bring home glory.
That is the duty of the sons of the Singh clan.
On your back lies the weight of our Olympic legacy.
Give it your all!
Hands up. If your hands drop, then your dreams die, too.
Control your breath. Keep your mind in check.
Until I say stop, you do not stop.
Listen, Devendra, you have neither your father's skill,
nor your grandfather's blood.
To put it simply, you aren't worthy of this.
You're a fraud. You're no son of Raghubir Singh.
And his coach is Raghubir Singh,
who's been training Nihal Singh for the past 10 years
and made him a world-class boxer.
Now it is to be seen how far Nihal can go,
because this is where his journey for the Olympics begins.
The match is about to begin.
See you all after a short break.
The walls are strong.
The house will last when the foundation is strong…
…the bond that never breaks.
Now for the live boxing match,
let's go to Shaktigarh, Haryana.
Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come
for the last and final match of the day,
which we've all been waiting for.
In the heavyweight category,
get ready for a tremendous nail-biting encounter!
Here in the blue corner is Uzbekistan's reigning Olympic champion,
Azamat Khamidov!
And in the other corner, in red,
our very own champion,
Shaktigarh's brave warrior,
Haryana's pride,
Nihal Singh!
Oh, my God! Just look at the excitement of the audience.
This may be just an exhibition match,
but here, the sons of the soil
and the kings of the city are sitting in the same row,
waiting to watch Haryana's lion in the ring.
Do you have any idea how many of India's boxers come from Haryana?
60%.
And in the upcoming Olympics,
a gold medal is likely to come from Haryana,
because Nihal Singh's mentor is none other than the Coach Sir,
Raghubir Singh.
He won a silver medal in the 1986 Asian Games,
and fortune has smiled on India ever since.
Still, it's silver, not gold.
Because no one from India has ever won a gold.
In this journey, even Coach Sir's son has failed,
but Nihal Singh is definitely getting us the victory.
Coach Sir believes that a boxer fights not with a closed fist,
but with an open mind.
Looks like Coach Sir has given Nihal Singh special instructions
to deal with Azamat's stance.
Boxers.
Head up. No holding, no below waist.
Listen to my command. Shake hands.
- Box. - And the fight begins!
A brilliant slip, roll, uppercut from Nihal.
And now Khamidov has taken hold of Nihal.
Azamat is scoring! This Uzbeki is not an easy opponent.
A fitting reply by Nihal Singh with back-to-back uppercuts.
He's crushed Azamat's defense.
Nihal's slipping away Khamidov's punches.
And now Nihal's powerful…
You've thought this through, right?
A boxer's mind works much more than his hands.
I've done all the thinking I need to. We are getting out of here.
Nihal.
No, Gudiya.
We are going to be parents.
We are going to start a new life.
This is where our bond with Shaktigarh ends.
Come on, or we'll miss the bus to Delhi.
Of course, Coach Sir's daughter won't take anyone's help.
Hmm.
Gudiya!
Come on, Gudiya, let's go!
Nihal!
Gudiya, run! Run!
You bloody bitch!
Motherfucker!
Gudiya!
One,
two,
three,
four,
five,
six,
seven,
eight,
nine,
ten!
It seems like for the first time,
India's on its way to win the gold!
Under the guiding hand of Coach Sir, this pinnacle, this glory,
now waits for one man's name to be etched on it.
Nihal Singh!
Nihal! Nihal! Nihal!
How dare you? How dare you touch me?
Ew! Who'd wanna touch you?
- No figure, no face-- - Hey, hey, hey.
Bro, it's all right. Come aside. Come here.
Look, sir, please let it go. That's enough.
You're gonna tell me what's enough now? This is my city! Greater Noida.
You're from Haryana, right, motherfucker?
Hey, you!
Don't get too big for your boots.
Come on.
Let's see. Come. Come, you fucker.
Hey, stay where you are or I'll shoot!
Get back!
Yeah!
I…
am…
from…
Haryana!
Hey, stop! What's wrong with you?
Dev, you shouldn't have bashed the manager, dude.
You threw him on the floor.
And they threw you out of the job.
What are you going to do now, Dev?
You should go to your hometown for a while.
I'm sure your family will love you back home.
I have no hometown.
Or home.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, are you blind?
What the hell, bro?
What?
What happened?
- What happened? - Bro, you just--
Why did you get in his way?
- Sir, it wasn't my fault. - Then, whose fault was it?
What do I have to gain by hitting your forklift?
Are you saying that this is all my fault? Let's find out, then!
Hey, Mr. Big Potato, where did you go?
I went to the dog house to sleep and snore.
Hey, Mr. Big Potato, where did you go?
I went to the dog house to sleep and snore.
Sorry, sir.
What a fucking loser.
Come on, get back to work.
All right, everyone, back to your stations.
Motherfucker!
What is it?
Bro, we have to get to Shaktigarh right now.
Why?
Is our father finally dead?
If he has to be cremated, you do it.
- I'm not coming for it. - Bro, it's Gudiya.
Do you see that?
As soon as you enter Shaktigarh, you see coaching centers everywhere.
After the Gold in Commonwealth,
more than 80 coaching centers have opened in five years.
This seems less like a city and more like a factory to me.
Weren't we better off in our hometown?
Just because your daughter punched the neighborhood boys a few times,
you've become obsessed with turning her into a champion.
Are you stupid or something? That is passion, not obsession.
All you see are kicks and punches.
But I see our daughter's future.
Mom, Dad, the whole family.
Our little girl is gonna make everyone proud.
Just watch how Coach Sir makes her a champion.
Ma'am, Gudiya Singh.
113.
Nihal Singh was attending the National Camp
for the upcoming Olympic selection trials.
But who would have imagined that India's hopes and Coach Raghubir's dreams
of winning an Olympic gold medal would end in such a tragic fashion?
Was that okay?
- Can we take one more? - Come on.
That was a good take.
Mmm.
How's Gudiya?
I haven't seen her yet.
You didn't go in?
Coach Sir is with her.
Do you still call him Coach Sir?
I've called him that all my life.
Why are you wearing sunglasses indoors?
So that no one recognizes me.
Oh, right, I forgot.
My blood, sweat and tears lie wasted on this slab of ice.
Don't you have any shame?
Sir, I'm sure this killing was planned.
He could have won a medal for India. What happened is wrong.
Murder is always wrong, Barsola.
This isn't the death of one man.
It's the death of our dream.
The boy was the hope of Shaktigarh.
The boy was India's only hope.
Coach Sir.
Sir.
- Arvind. - Coach Sir.
Uh, forgive me, but, uh…
we need to take that swab sample now.
Sir, I know this is not the right time to ask you questions,
but the matter is a little delicate.
If there's anything you can tell me about this case, it would be helpful.
Any suspects? Any enemies?
Mmm.
Good.
Hmm.
Interview with Viju Sangwan, head of Shakti Boxing Academy, 5th November.
The Shakti Boxing Academy has produced many winners
at the Nationals, Asian Games or the Commonwealth.
Our training starts when they are 10 years of age.
I'm sorry,
what's your full name, Joyna ma'am?
Joyna Hazarika.
Manipur?
Tezpur, Assam.
I defeated Vijay Bhuen of Assam twice in the Nationals.
1986 and 1988, middleweight category.
But in 1989, you handed Vijay a walkover.
Haryana gave Assam a walkover, ma'am.
Politics.
Now let's forget the past, and look to the future.
In this Olympics, India's first-ever boxing gold medal will be won
by a boxer from the Shakti Boxing Academy.
That glory is written in Viju Sangwan's stars,
and I say this with full confidence.
Sir, Raghubir Singh has plenty of confidence, too.
And his boxers haven't won a gold medal either.
That's for him to explain.
His guys are past their prime.
- Mine are young and fresh. - Hmm.
Your rivalry is well known, even in Delhi.
Why would there be rivalry, ma'am?
I run an academy. He runs a gym.
Do you have any comment on Nihal Singh's death?
Everyone was expecting him to win an Olympic medal.
But he didn't, did he?
Come on, sir. Nihal was a champion.
- He won eight medals in two years. - Hmm.
North Zone, Nationals, Interzonal, South Asian Games.
He was a sure shot at the Olympics.
And now he's dead.
It's sad.
- My question is very simple… - Hmm.
…if you can answer it.
Why was he murdered?
Who could be behind his death?
It could be anyone.
You must know something about it.
Maybe there was someone who didn't want Nihal moving ahead and winning a medal?
Maybe it was a boxer or…
a boxing club?
Blood sports and murder are not the same.
Don't try trading punches with a boxer.
You should think before you speak,
full name Joyna Hazarika.
Coach.
Hmm?
You were absolutely right, Coach.
Ravindra Singh and Devendra Singh, they're back in town.
Coach Sir.
When did this happen?
Last night.
The police said between 9:30 and 10:00.
But don't you lock the door at 8:00 p.m.?
So what was Gudiya doing outside the house?
She was running away from home.
That's the tradition in this house, running away.
With a guy! Boyfriend.
Boyfriend?
Your precious Nihal Singh was her boyfriend?
Couldn't they wait till after the Olympics?
Nihal Singh's life was about to change.
What was the need to run away like this?
Actually…
your little sister was pregnant.
Who did this to her? I want the name of the person who did this!
If I knew who did this, I wouldn't be here.
- The police are investigating. - That's just the police!
How do I know what they're doing?
Gudiya?
- Gudiya? - Go call the doctor.
- Nurse! - Gudiya! Gudiya!
Nurse!
Ravi, go call the doctor quickly!
Nurse! Is anyone there?
- Ravi, call the nurse! - Come here quickly!
- Gudiya! Take it easy, Gudiya. - Nurse!
- Gudiya! - Please come!
- Get suction ready. - Please attend to her.
- Please, Doctor! - All of you wait outside.
Come on, man, do something quickly!
- She can't breathe. - Gudiya.
She's going into a shock.
- Her pressure is rising. - Come on, do something!
Put those on later. First do something quickly.
- What are you doing! Please hurry up. - Calm down. Let him see.
Hold her head. Make sure she doesn't bite her tongue.
Please. You all wait outside.
Please, all of you out of the room.
Look, son…
I'm sorry.
What happened, Coach Sir?
Who could have done such a thing?
Nihal is gone.
Coach Sir, we only…
gave birth to our Nihal.
You're the one who fed him, nurtured him and gave him a good life.
Turned him into such a great boxer.
You knew about it, uncle?
I knew what?
That your daughter was sleeping with my brother.
- Hukum! - Why? Wasn't she?
- Son… - Are the police lying or am I lying?
Hukum.
Nihal's baby didn't show up in her womb by some miracle.
Shut up!
She didn't care about her family or reputation.
There is one thing that I've always taught my children.
That a person's caste and religion does not matter.
Let it be. Spare me the lecture.
When your daughter was screwing around, were you blind, or what?
- You couldn't see anything? - Hukum!
Bloody father's a pig and daughter's a slut.
You, fucker! I'll rip your tongue out and feed it to the street dogs
if you dare say anything about my sister!
- Do you get it? - Dev, Dev!
Let go of me!
- Leave him! - Let me go!
Fucker, I'll lay you on a slab like your brother!
- Dev, the doctor is here. - Get lost!
Where's the doctor? Where is he?
So, Doctor, what do you think? Huh?
When will Gudiya wake up?
By tonight.
Or by tomorrow morning.
Right now, it's hard to say.
Where are you going, Dev?
It's hard to say.
Nihal Singh was in this camp for the last two weeks.
The Olympic selections are next month. He was busy training for it.
You see, selection was just a formality for him.
It was unfortunate.
Yeah, it was unfortunate.
Do you remember any VIPs at the game?
Anyone who was showing off?
I don't know any of their names.
I've come here from Cochin for the camp.
But give me a minute.
Adiraj Poonia.
He was Nihal's roommate.
Do you remember any VIPs that night?
Everyone was there, sir.
The Shakti Boxing Academy's Viju Sangwan was there.
- Then there was Mr. Dhanda… - Okay.
…the Khap village council head.
And that, uh… What's his name?
Uh, the guy with 18 cars… Kuki!
Kuki Yadav? Manesar Mafia?
Right here, out in public? In the open?
That policeman was there.
The DSP.
Mr. Phogat.
The king, the minister, the thief, the police, they were all here.
Shaktigarh seems a bit too fond of boxing.
So, Adiraj Poonia,
come and show me Nihal's room. And tell me everything you remember.
Come on!
Let's go, sir.
Take a look.
See what our precious Coach Sir has done to our boxing club.
The place where we fought battles…
is now fighting rust.
It was six months ago when I last spoke to Gudiya.
She was laughing.
She was happy
She was in love.
Maybe.
Not maybe. She was. She told me so herself.
Apart from the boy's name, she told me everything.
What?
What do you mean?
When did she tell you?
What do you mean, when did she tell me?
She used to call me quite often.
But why would she call you?
Well, I'm a soft-hearted guy.
I saw how soft-hearted you are…
when you were threatening to cut Hukum's tongue and feed it to the dogs.
I saw.
I won that prize.
After you left, when I became India's number one,
the government gave me this. A plate…
and two little spoons.
Should have given you two beer mugs. We could have drowned our sorrows.
Come on.
Come on, come on!
What are you doing, Raka? Open up!
Why aren't you at the hospital?
Gudiya is still unresponsive. You should be there with her.
Those monsters are still running free, and you're training boxers here.
The Olympics selections are in a month.
The Haryana Boxing Club has to prepare another boxer in place of Nihal.
And, anyway, there are so many doctors and nurses at the hospital.
It's not like Gudiya would have woken up if I had been there. I'm not a god.
Oh, yeah?
Then why do you surround yourself with people who bow their heads to you?
Hey, guys! Today's training is over.
Go on home, everyone.
Come on, go on.
Move.
Go on, kids.
Hey!
Did you get punched in the head?
Didn't you understand the first time?
I'll do whatever Coach Sir says.
Do you only shit when Coach Sir tells you?
You use your own hand to wipe or your Coach Sir's?
You better keep your mouth shut!
Don't try to be the boss, okay?
Sorry, bro.
I can't shut my mouth.
- Why don't you teach me how to? - Shall I show you!
- Yeah! Show me, asshole! - Raka.
Go home!
Don't you know alcohol is not allowed in here?
I'm not asking for permission.
Stop me if you can.
You couldn't even take care of Gudiya.
You are talking about taking care of Gudiya?
You?
You both love to claim loudly that you are Gudiya's brothers,
but who's been taking care of her all this time?
Certainly not you, who just took off one day.
I just took off one day?
You used to beat me up all the time, remember?
And not even animals are beaten like that.
Today because of you, Gudiya is fighting for her life.
And Ravi, he's been hiding away for five years.
And me, a bloody cripple. Disabled!
You only disabled. You're not dead.
Glory is defined by pain, sacrifice, and renunciation.
Well, I've endured all the pain!
You forgot how you would beat me up?
- A slacker like you had to be beaten. - You're calling me a slacker?
- You're calling me a slacker! - I'm calling you a slacker.
You were always a slacker, and that's why you are a cripple.
Next time, keep your right hand a little lower.
Thinks he's a boxer.
I'm going to the hospital.
Dev!
Ravindra.
Your car.
By now, everyone must have heard that you're back in town.
You might get into a fight.
I hope you haven't forgotten.
I haven't forgotten anything.
I just don't want to remember.
I've sworn never to lay a hand on anyone.
Okay.
There's dinner at home.
Make sure you eat.
- Arvind? - Ravi, man.
When I heard the news that you had come back to Shaktigarh,
I thought I would just pop in and see how my brother is doing.
I'm sorry, bro.
What happened to Gudiya was…
Have you found out anything yet?
We are still investigating.
Look, it's been almost five years…
but you know what Shaktigarh's like.
People here don't forget easily.
Bro, you'll have to watch out for Viju Sangwan's boys.
I'll have you to watch out for me.
You go home.
- I'll sit with her. - Fine.
Dev.
Gudiya?
You came for me.
It's been five years.
We should have come earlier.
Nihal…
is he okay?
- Nihal… - Ah, yeah…
of course. Nihal's fine. He's doing great.
My…
- my baby? - Gudiya.
Everything's fine.
Okay?
And whatever's wrong will be taken care of.
Okay?
I'm in love with Nihal.
I was wrong to run away…
but I had to do it.
What do you mean by "had to do it"?
It's okay, Ravi.
Not now.
Gudiya.
Baby, now listen carefully.
Can you remember the people who attacked you?
Were they Viju's boys? Who are they? Can you recall anything?
- I couldn't… - Yeah.
I couldn't see their faces.
They all had masks on.
- All of them. - They wore masks?
What kind of masks?
I can't… I can't remember anything.
It's very important that you remember.
Try a little harder. Tell me, what sort of masks were they? Did you…
It was…
Please let the patient rest.
Never mind. Don't… don't stress yourself too much, Gudiya.
Just get well soon.
Then I'll take you with me.
We'll get out of here.
We'll party every day there. Hmm?
What's wrong?
I feel like having…
chocolate.
Ca…
Caramel Crunch?
So you still like Caramel Crunch?
But you can't give her chocolates.
If this doctor doesn't shut up, I'll turn him into a ghost.
I poked one guy's eye out.
You poked one guy's eye?
Well done.
Now your brothers will go and poke the other one out.
Great. Let's go.
Take care of her.
Dev, Ravi Singh. Joyna Hazarika, Spectrum Online.
Come on, we don't want any of her bullshit.
There's been a brutal murder in Shaktigarh.
Your sister's seriously injured.
But this issue isn't getting the attention it deserves.
I want to help.
Gudiya deserves some justice.
And once the media gets involved, you know there will be an investigation.
Ravi, get in the car.
Start the car, bro.
Look, ma'am, you want to set up shop in a crematorium,
go do it somewhere else.
I know exactly what you media types are like.
- But don't you want an investigation, too? - No.
We don't want anything.
We just want you guys to leave our family alone.
You. Call me… if you ever want to talk.
Let's go.
Whether he takes care of his children or not…
your Coach Sir sure took very good care of your car.
He gave me this for winning the Nationals.
You were always our dear father's favorite.
Well, the one who doesn't try to punch his own father
is always the favorite one.
There. I'm sure they have some Caramel Crunch.
We'll get some later.
First, we have a little job to do.
Let's go take care of it.
- What are we looking for? - Come on.
The police are investigating, right?
This is too big for the Shaktigarh police.
What the hell was that?
Ravi. Go!
Go. Go that way!
Stop.
Ravi, stop them!
Where did you get this?
Your grandmother gave it to me.
Look here, son, if you don't put this mask
right this minute into this hand of mine,
I'll use this same hand
to pull out your guts, and I'll rip you apart.
Here. Shove it up your ass.
Hurry up!
Why? Are you still scared of Viju's boys?
We'll deal with them, bro.
Get out of here, man.
All right.
Let's get the Caramel Crunch.
Motherfucker.
Hey, guys!
How are you doing?
Where are you coming from?
Oh, you're Viju's boys.
What do you want? Want something from the store?
You'll get everything there, except for this Caramel Crunch--
Where can I find your little brother?
Look, bro…
my little brother is inside my shorts.
But if you're asking about Ravi, he's sitting in the car.
Hey.
Are you planning on killing him?
You're a smart guy.
But you are a fucking idiot.
You bastard!
Get him!
Come on! Faster!
Beat the fucker up!
Mr. Big Potato, where did you go--
…went to the doghouse to sleep…
Hey. Have you lost your memory?
Come on, move your ass.
Open the door! Get out of the car! Break the window.
Hey, asshole! Come on out, you motherfucker!
- Fucker! - Hold him! Hold him down! Don't leave him!
Hold him down, don't let him move!
Ravi!
Start fighting! Beat them all up!
Asshole! Why are you taking it?
Give it back!
Mr. Big Potato, where did you go?
I went to the dog house to sleep and snore.
If not for yourself, get them for Gudiya!
Mr. Big Potato, where did you go?
I went to the doghouse to sleep and snore.
I went to the dog house to sleep and snore
The dog bit me and made me cry
Mommy gave me a hug and made me smile
What's wrong, tough guy?
You shit your pants?
Why the gun? Try some hand-to-hand combat.
Have you forgotten how?
No one's forgotten anything.
You killed my brother, Arjun. Remember that?
Arjun was my friend.
You can take your friendship and ram it up your ass.
Now you're going to die.
- A life, for a life. - Get lost, you loser, before I show you--
Stop this nonsense.
Put your gun down, now.
Don't interfere, Coach Sir.
He's my son.
Now drop your gun.
The fire that's in that bullet isn't in you.
You want to see the fucking fire? Shall I show you?
Save the bullet, Dharam.
One funeral procession in a day…
is more than enough for one family.
What do you mean?
You didn't get the news?