Lift the cement block.
- Sir, this way. - Come on, lift it now!
Slowly, slowly.
Oh, my God.
Now you can go there.
So, what do you think, sir?
What will Kuki do this time?
What do you think?
He's not used to this kind of a thing.
What are you trying to say?
How do you think he's going to kill Sunny's killer?
Will he burn him alive?
Or will he skin him alive?
Or will he chop him,
put some seasoning on top, and then feed him to his dogs?
- Yeah. - Sir, he's going to do
something crazy this time.
When you told me about Sunny Bhullar, you didn't say you were gonna kill him.
Are you crazy?
We did not kill him.
Then who killed him?
Come on, tell me. Who did this?
I… I don't know.
When we got to him, he was already dead.
Look, Ravi, I've known you for a very long time.
- I know you're lying. - Listen, I'm not lying to you.
Okay, I'll talk to you later.
Sir, I've checked everywhere.
There's no other body.
What happened here?
Who did this?
Oh, my God.
Fuckers.
I kept him away for so many years,
and the first time I gave him a job,
the idiot busts his eye and then got himself murdered.
Motherfucker!
Find out who killed him…
and you bring him straight to me.
And also get a barrel of acid with you.
Melt the bastards till the bones are gone.
Ravi.
Catch him!
Hey!
Stop it!
Leave my son alone, please.
Just let him go.
Tell him, asshole.
Tell him what you did!
Yeah, I killed Sunny Bhullar.
I killed that asshole.
Oh, my God! Son, what have you done?
And he took my brother's life.
I see.
Does that mean you should go and kill him?
Yes, that's right.
Your sister was murdered, too. Have you forgotten?
Someone paid Sunny Bhullar blood money, you idiot,
to murder your brother, Nihal, that night.
Are you listening?
And before the two of us had a chance
to find out who was behind all this, you went and killed him.
This is why I never came back to Shaktigarh.
This is why!
I mean, instead of handling things calmly,
these guys are always losing their heads.
What was the point of this?
What did you get by losing your head? What did you get by doing this?
- Dev, aren't we doing the same? - What is it?
Hukum…
Hukum.
How did you find out about Sunny Bhullar's involvement?
That…
You know…
Come on, talk! Cat got your tongue now?
The media la--
What?
Uh, the lady from the media.
On the night of the tournament,
she came to our house asking questions about Sunny.
Any idea if Nihal had any enemies, any issues, or fights?
My son was a gentle soul.
No problems with anyone…
and no enemies.
Do you know someone named Sunny Bhullar?
No, ma'am.
Does he have anything to do with the murder?
The police seem to think he's a suspect.
They're looking for him.
Dev, where are you going now?
What is the point of crying now, Hukum?
What made you do such a crazy thing?
Did you even think about your family once?
What would happen to us?
My son's made a huge mistake.
Kuki Yadav is going to eat him alive.
He's not going to spare him.
Oh, no!
My son!
I told you not to interfere, didn't I?
I told you not to stick your nose in our business!
A man is dead because you won't mind your business.
Are you happy?
What are you saying?
Sunny Bhullar was just killed by Hukum Singh!
He was the one guy who could have told us who ordered the murder!
He died because of you!
Fuck!
But I… But… But I didn't…
Listen to me very carefully.
I have only one goal in life,
and that is to find out who the hell killed Gudiya.
If after this,
I find you snooping around, then let me make it very clear.
I'll chop you into a million pieces and bury you all over Shaktigarh.
Get out.
Please, get out.
There is one place left in the NSI,
and that has to be filled.
Come in.
Well, it's true that Nihal Singh's murder
has left us all deeply shocked, Mr. Mishra.
But you see, boxing is bigger than all of us.
The Olympic selection trials are about to start in three weeks,
and the boys from the Shakti Boxing Academy
are all set and ready to go.
I see.
Whatever decision you make will be right for me.
Yeah.
I have a lot of respect for you, Mr. Mishra.
I… I understand.
Oh, my God!
If you want, I can increase my respect.
Uh…
What if Coach Sir finds out?
Coach Sir?
So you've come to register your boxer's name?
- Please. - I'm sure he's talking about respect.
Mr. Mishra, the objective of the Haryana Boxing Club remains the same.
To win a medal for the country,
I'll get you another Nihal Singh for the trials.
Now, taking advantage of a situation like this
isn't right, Coach Sir.
Watch your mouth, or you might regret it, Sangwan.
Mouths are already open, Raghubir Singh.
And not just mine, everyone's.
One second, please.
Just listen to me, what I have to say.
To me, both of you are legends of boxing.
And the boxers you've trained are all champions.
I have a suggestion for both of you.
Why don't we have a little bout between both your champions,
and whoever wins will take Nihal's place and go to the NSI camp?
Just like an emergency trial.
Okay.
We can finally separate the wheat from the chaff.
Only time will tell.
- Where did you vanish? - Don't even ask.
Millet bread with butter on table number four.
Hukum?
I, uh, sent him off to my place in Patiala.
Away from Kuki. He'll be safe.
Oh, hello.
Get me some flatbread.
Would you like Shakti's heavyweight stuffed bread, sir?
It has a mix of potatoes, onion, peas, cheese and butter,
along with garlic mayo, chili schezwan sauce,
mango pickle, cilantro.
It's a one-and-a-half feet long stuffed bread.
If you can finish it in 15 minutes, you will get free food for a whole year.
How about I kick your ass for free?
Got it.
Now just get what I ordered.
You found all this on Sunny's body?
Yeah.
The phone's dead, but this is useful.
Uh.
Have you lost your mind?
You took his medicine?
Yeah. So what? It's a painkiller.
You want some?
Yeah, Arvind. Tell me.
Yeah.
He's coming?
Mm.
Come on, start now.
Do it again.
Stay focused, Raka.
Pick up the pace!
Hey, what are you doing? Come on!
You bloody idiot!
You call this boxing?
Sorry, Coach Sir.
- I-- - What the hell is going on?
If you want to fight Viju's boxer, first learn to conquer yourself.
A boxer's closed fist makes a sound.
There's music in it.
That music is only heard when the boxer's body and mind
move together perfectly to the same rhythm.
Raka, forget everything.
Just listen to the rhythm.
Feel it.
All right? Come on, do it again.
After so many beatings, you're still laughing?
The day he stops hitting me is when I'll start crying.
Being beaten by Coach Sir means he still has confidence in me.
He's never hit me till today.
Which is why you're sparring here, not going to the Olympics.
Come on.
Move over a little.
Here you go.
Now what's this?
Sunny Bhullar's call records.
Did you find something?
On the night of the murder, Sunny Bhullar received a call
from a landline number
just before the attack.
And you won't believe where the call came from.
From where?
The National Sports Institute.
So that means whoever made this call must have already--
He most definitely knows who's behind this murder.
The only problem is that I can't go to the NSI to investigate.
Phogat's after my ass.
Okay, never mind.
- Uh, we'll go there. Bro, get the check. - How will you do it?
There's been a strict lockdown after Nihal's death.
Sit down.
They've even restricted the boxers' movements.
You mean no one can go inside?
The staff can go in, and the police.
Maybe they'll let the media go in.
Listen, bro.
Why don't we talk to the journalist Hukum told us about?
I have her card in the car.
Hello?
Uh, Joyna ma'am? I am Ravi Singh speaking.
Are you still not done attacking me?
Your brother's already said all he had to say.
Ma'am, Dev told me everything.
He made a mistake. He wants to apologize.
Do it.
Yeah.
Yeah, exactly what he said.
Oh, fuck off!
I don't give a fucking rat's ass.
You can take it out on him later.
Please, we really need your help right now.
I'm begging of you, please listen to me.
Just before the attack, Sunny Bhullar got a call from a landline number at the NSI.
Now, whoever made that call to him is definitely connected to the murder.
Ma'am, with your help, we can get to that man.
Hello?
Joyna ma'am?
How?
This has expired.
"Press" in big bold letters. Can't you see it?
So?
They haven't issued the new card yet.
I'll show it to you when I come here the next time.
Who do you want to speak to? Hmm?
Should I call Ashwin Chaudhary?
If the minister tells you, will you listen? Hmm?
Okay, go in.
Mr. Panekar?
Joyna Hazarika.
I work for Spectrum.
- I'm here from Delhi, sir. - Hmm.
I'm doing a story on the Olympic qualifiers.
I've done the interviews with the federation.
- Coach, why don't you proceed? - Yeah.
They suggested I speak to you.
And who sent you from the federation?
Uh…
Mr. Sharma, right?
Maybe you should ask him to show you around.
Where do I have the time for all this?
Should I train the players, or serve as today's tour guide, huh?
Sir, please don't mind me saying this, but, uh…
the problem is, first, you guys complain that the media doesn't cover boxing.
It only covers cricket.
And now that the media is here, you refuse to talk.
Huh?
It won't take much time.
Let's go.
But let me tell you this.
A coach should be coaching.
Sure, sir.
We currently have over 40 elite-level boxers here at the camp…
…men and women.
These boxers will compete in the Olympic selection trials.
If they get selected, they'll box for India.
Great.
Coach…
Please, wait there.
Yes, Shamsher?
I need to talk to you, sir.
- Let's go. - Sir…
I wanted, uh, to ask you something.
Yes?
Sir, a pay phone?
A pay phone in this day and age? Do they actually use it?
Pay phone?
Ask me questions about boxing, please.
I left my coaching to show you around, and you're asking me about a pay phone.
I don't have time for all this.
Now, please leave.
I'm going to talk to the federation.
It's a public payphone.
It's not in an office.
Any boxer there can use it.
There must be 40 boxers there.
Hmm.
How many of them are Viju's boxers?
I'm sorry, I'm a little late.
- Coach Sir. - Come.
Bharti sent some food.
She said, "God knows if they've had dinner or not."
Viju has three boxers there.
Amit Singh, 57 kilos.
Yuvraj Solanki, 63.5.
And there's Samsher Kuthiala in the 80 kilo category.
One second.
This is him, right, Shamsher?
Yes.
I saw him at the NSI camp.
Yes. Shamsher and Nihal were both in the 80 kilo category.
So this means that, with Nihal's death, his path to the Olympics became wide open?
Mmm. You're right about that.
Hey, arrest that bastard Viju.
Drag him to the station and question him.
Are you back to that again?
We still don't know for sure that Viju's boys made that call.
And also, now with Sunny Bhullar's name involved,
looks like Kuki Yadav could be behind the murder, too.
Now hold on, genius. One minute.
Where was the call from?
From the NSI, right?
Whose boxers are in the NSI?
Viju's boxers.
Not Kuki's goons.
Bro, it's not that simple.
Bro, isn't it possible that Viju got Sunny to commit the murder,
so all the suspicion is directed at Kuki Yadav?
- Huh? - Mm.
Listen to what I'm saying, bro.
Let's go and pick up that fucker Shamsher.
And why just Shamsher?
I say we pick up all three of Viju's boys.
It's not that easy.
For as long as the camp is on,
not a single boxer is allowed to leave the NSI camp.
Yes, but, uh…
one can go inside, right?
Keep up the pace.
Raka, from now on, you won't be sparring with Krishna.
You'll practice now with another partner.
Sure, Coach Sir.
Which other partner, Coach Sir?
Me?
Yes, you.
In two weeks' time…
Mr. Mishra is holding an emergency trial
between the Haryana Boxing Club and the Shakti Boxing Academy.
That means whoever wins will take Nihal's place in the NSI camp.
Wow. Betting it all on a horse that has forgotten how to gallop.
Ravi and Nihal's weight categories are totally different.
And I have never fought above my weight category.
Nihal used to fight at 80 kgs…
and my weight must be 65.
You'll need to gain at least 7 kilos in order to qualify,
that, too, in two weeks.
Then gain that weight.
And put everything into your training.
And win the emergency trial.
And then go to the NSI
and find Gudiya's killer.
And avenge her.
Can you do it, Ravindra?
What has to be done has to be done.
What happened?
What are you doing?
Don't you see what your Coach Sir's up to?
That man is a horrible human being.
He's pure evil.
And one more thing.
Poor Gudiya is just an excuse.
He wants to send you to the NSI so you can start competing again.
And through you, Raghubir Singh can restore the glory of his family's name.
Bro, the only reason I'm going to the camp is to find Gudiya's killers.
The Olympics, the glory, the medals,
these aren't written in my destiny.
So let him do what he wants, bro.
- I'll do what I want. - But you…
He will try to manipulate you,
like he has always done.
Have you forgotten how he made your life misery
when he was training you as a coach?
How can you even think about being coached by him again?
Okay. Who's gonna be my coach then?
Tell me! You?
Come on. Well done.
Concentrate.
Don't lose focus and move your feet.
Keep it moving.
Yeah.
You don't beat your opponent by letting him stand in one place.
Make the bastard run.
Very good. Let's go. Come on.
Don't stop! Don't stop!
Watch your feet.
Excellent.
What the…
Hey, why are you making a ruckus?
I'm not making a ruckus.
I'm playing the Olympic anthem.
I blast it on the speaker every morning.
When I hear this, it's as if the five Olympic rings
are spinning around me. Round and round.
Come on.
Now, if you don't send his head spinning round and round like a top,
then I'm going to send your ass spinning around the boxing ring.
I'm going to tattoo the Olympic rings on his ass.
All right, keep jumping. Keep jumping.
Keep it moving.
Stay cool. Huh? Come on. Kill it!
More shoulder! More shoulder!
Yeah. Footwork. Focus on your footwork.
Careful. It's okay. Come on. Bravo!
Keep moving your feet.
Look what your opponent is doing.
Keep moving your feet.
Why don't you hit him?
No problem. Try again.
Keep moving your feet.
Ravi!
Get up!
Move your feet. Footwork. Focus on your footwork.
Very good. Very good. Very good. See what he's doing.
Careful, don't lose him.
Careful.
Hmm?
Upper! Uppercut!
Keep moving your feet.
Come on!
Didn't I tell you, "Move your feet"?
All you keep saying is, "Move your feet."
If you're a coach, start coaching.
There's more to it than just moving around.
Coach Sir.
What is going on here, sir?
What's going on is a joke.
Well, I… I admit I don't know much about boxing,
but does everyone get beat up so badly?
My body's become a bit stiff.
Otherwise, even I know how to beat someone up.
By the way, ma'am,
what are you doing here?
"Ma'am"?
Listen, please don't call me ma'am, okay?
How old do you think I am?
I was just passing by, so I thought I'd pick this up.
Oh, my God.
This looks really deep.
Show me.
Come. Sit here.
Sit down. Come on.
That tattoo looks very beautiful.
Well, the tribals of Jharkhand don't call it a tattoo.
They call it Godna Godai.
So, are you from Jharkhand?
Then, how did you meet Arvind?
Well, I may be from Jharkhand, but aren't you from Haryana?
Haven't you heard about brides for sale?
One day, an agent came to my village to meet my parents.
He said there was a police officer in Shaktigarh.
He is looking for a wife.
At first they turned him down.
But then, when he pulled out 20,000 rupees,
my father immediately asked him,
"How much sugar would you like in your tea?"
And that's it.
That's how I got married to your friend.
And I arrived as Haryana's daughter-in-law.
In your town, Shaktigarh.
So what was the need for Arvind to do all this?
In this society, when your wife runs away,
a man is considered worse than a loser.
And on top of that, people used to say nasty things about him.
I'm sure you must have heard.
He wouldn't have found anyone in Haryana.
So he had no choice.
Sorry.
It's okay.
Can I say something?
Hmm.
Pass me the scissors.
The sun is right in front of you.
And you're stumbling around with a torch.
What do you mean?
I mean, you have India's best coach right here,
who happens to be your father.
So why not let him train you?
No.
There have been too many ups and downs in my life with him.
I don't want the past to repeat itself.
One more, one more, one more.
Very good. Keep going. Very good.
Inwards, inwards.
Very good!
Let bygones be bygones.
If you keep clinging to the past, how are you ever going to move forward?
Coach Sir.
I want to talk to you.
Let me show you some magic.
This will help you learn your opponent.
This boxer from Haryana is excellent with his technique.
His attacks are very clean, very clinical.
Naman is backing off now.
He's being defensive now.
The guy in the red shorts is Ajay Dahiya.
There's a strong possibility that Viju's gonna choose him.
Watch carefully. Try to find the opponent's weak spot.
The boy is big and strong.
Judge the fight based on his physique.
Bro…
If I want to make it to the camp, then I have to beat Viju's boxer.
How can I do that without training?
Look, bro…
I know very well that you can't stand Coach Sir.
But just like we lost our sister, he lost a daughter, too.
He's genuinely trying to help us.
Ravindra.
Come on, we have a lot of work to do.
Ten years ago, when you went to the Junior Nationals,
I gave you a piece of advice.
Do you remember it?
Learning how to land a punch and getting punched…
both are as important in the game of boxing.
In each round, don't raise your hand for the first 90 seconds.
What happened, bro?
Have you forgotten how to box?
You have to learn all your opponent's tricks in 90 seconds.
What he's doing.
What he wants to do.
Assess everything.
There are 180 seconds in one round.
The first 90 seconds belong to your opponent.
The last 90 seconds belong…
to you.
Stop now!
Why did you throw that last hook?
Are you a boxer or a clown?
Is this a boxing ring or a circus?
Is this how I trained you?
Are you so shameless?
Where did you learn all these dirty tricks?
Hey, you!
- Dev! - You lay a finger on my brother…
and I'll rip your hand off.
Dev…
Coach Sir, are you okay?
Yes, I'm fine.
It's my fault.
I shouldn't have hit you in front of Devendra.
Listen…
that last hook that you took,
you put all the weight forward on your front leg.
Keep your weight on your back foot.
Okay?
Come on, start again now.
Come on, Raka.
Was I okay, Coach Sir?
- I thought my movement was a little-- - No.
You were fine, Raka.
Sometimes luck isn't on your side.
But you were fine.
Come on, let's go.
- Coach Sir. - Oh. Come in. Come in, Raka.
Tighten this, please. My back's a bit stiff.
I wanted to ask you something.
You told me that Ravi would just be my sparring partner.
But now I see that you're more concerned about him than me.
His diet, hydration, weight.
You're monitoring everything.
He was just supposed to carry my kit, right?
You're sending him in my place, aren't you?
To tell you the truth, ever since you stopped hitting me, correcting me,
I began to realize that you're starting to lose confidence in me.
No, uh… it's not a matter of confidence, Raka.
Then what is it, Coach Sir?
I've trained so hard. I've put my everything into this.
I've shed my blood, sweat and tears.
Some things are bigger than boxing, Raka.
No, Coach Sir. No.
For me, the biggest thing is boxing.
And for you as well.
Hello, Kuki Sir.
Find out anything?
Yeah, someone was asking about Sunny at the tournament.
Who?
Dev Singh.
Go find him right now.
I want to rip his heart out and eat it.
Understand?
Well done. Well done, Dahiya.
Oh, shit!
Hey, how dare you come here!
Coach Sir's planning to enter Ravi Singh in the fight.
He'll eat Dahiya alive.
Hello, Coach Sir.
We need the names of the boxers from both your clubs.
From the Haryana Boxing Club, we have…
Ravindra Singh.
Here you go.
Please.
And, uh, from Shakti Boxing Academy?
Hmm? Hmm.
Dharam Thakur.
Don't worry.
I am going to send you to the Olympics.
This is Viju Sangwan's promise.
Just wait for four years.
Well, at least…
you won't be spending your whole life waiting for that one break.
They've put Dharam in the ring.
What am I gonna do now?
It won't make any difference.
How won't it make a difference?
We had made preparations to fight Dahiya.
Watched his video, studied his moves.
Dharam just has a larger build.
His reach is a bit longer.
What difference will it make?
He is Arjun's younger brother.
After what happened to Arjun,
Dharam's going to charge into the ring like a hungry lion.
Look…
That Viju…
is trying to mess around with your head.
But you must remember who it is you're fighting for.
For Gudiya.
Hey, let me.
- It's okay, Coach Sir. - I'll tie them for you.
The Junior Zonals, first competition of your life,
and your laces were untied.
So I came quickly and tied them.
And you won the fight, remember?
After that, before every single fight, I would come and tie your laces myself.
Lucky laces, yeah?
Yeah.
I only missed it once.
Before your last fight.
What happened after that…
is better left unsaid.
I'm really proud of you.
This is for Gudiya.
Heads up.
No holding. No below belt.
And listen to my command.
Shake hands.
Time.
Box!
Attack! Attack!
Go get him!
Well done! Yes!
Come on!
Arjun! Arjun! Arjun!
The first round seemed to be going Ravi Singh's way,
but surprisingly, it's gone to Arjun.
Looks like Ravi's taken it to heart, and now look at that.
He's going all out.
He's trying to level the score.
Jab! Body shot! Body shot!
Ravi has forced Arjun in the corner.
Here's the left jab, but Arjun has dodged it.
Ravi! Ravi!
Well, that was some excellent boxing from Ravi Singh.
This round should definitely go in his favor.
Ravi! Ravi! Ravi!
No, no, no. This is impossible.
This can't be happening.
What's going on here?
Arjun! Arjun! Arjun!
Coach Sir, what is this?
Bastards.
These bloody judges have been paid off.
No matter how you fight, they'll make him the winner.
Listen, son, there's only one way left for you to win.
Knock out.
If a fighter cannot get up, how can he even win?
Now, follow my instructions and do exactly what I tell you.
Yes.
You can do it.
Good luck.
Come on.
Box!
Three!
Cross to the neck!
Well done!
And it's a knockout punch.
This was the only way out for Ravi Singh.
But one second, one second.
The medic is going to the ring.
Something doesn't seem right.
Arjun Thakur's body seems to show no movement.
Boxer! Boxer!
Boxer!
Coach Sir!
What the hell did you just make me do?
Arjun!
- Well done! - Excellent! Well done, boy!