01x03 - Sparring Partner

[bunniefuu]

[man 1] Lift the cement block.

- [man 2] Sir, this way.
- [man 1] Come on, lift it now!

[machinery rattling]

[man 1] Slowly, slowly.

Oh, my God.

[exhales]

[man 1] Now you can go there.

- [indistinct chatter]
- [sighs heavily]

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 k*ll Sunny's k*ller?

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.

- [tense music playing]
- [cell phone buzzing]

When you told me about Sunny Bhullar,
you didn't say you were gonna k*ll him.

Are you crazy?

We did not k*ll him.

[Arvind]
Then who k*lled 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.

[man] Sir, I've checked everywhere.

There's no other body.

[vehicle approaching]

[tense music playing]

[car doors shut]

What happened here?

Who did this?

[man] Oh, my God.

[exhales]

f*ck.

[police radio chatter]

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 m*rder*d.

[tense music continues]

m*therf*cker!

[music turns foreboding]

Find out who k*lled him…

and you bring him straight to me.

And also get a barrel of acid with you.

Melt the b*stards till the bones are gone.

[foreboding music continues]

[gate creaking]

[gate clangs shut]

[dog barks in distance]

Ravi.

Catch him!

[thrilling music playing]

[grunting, straining]

[grunts]

[panting]

[thrilling music continues]

[loud grunting]

[suspenseful music playing]

[both grunting]

- [Hukum yelping]
- [Nihal's father] Hey!

Stop it!

Leave my son alone, please.

Just let him go.

[exhales sharply]

[Dev] Tell him, as*h*le.

Tell him what you did!

[dog barks in distance]

Yeah, I k*lled Sunny Bhullar.

I k*lled that as*h*le.

[tense music playing]

[opening theme song playing]

[Nihal's father]
Oh, my God! Son, what have you done?

And he took my brother's life.

I see.

Does that mean
you should go and k*ll him?

Yes, that's right.

Your sister was m*rder*d, too.
Have you forgotten?

Someone paid Sunny Bhullar
blood money, you idiot,

to m*rder your brother, Nihal, that night.

- Are you listening?
- [Hukum whimpers]

And before the two of us
had a chance

to find out who was behind all this,
you went and k*lled 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?
- [grunts]

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?

[suspenseful music playing]

[Dev sighs in frustration]

[suspenseful music continues]

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 m*rder?

The police seem to think he's a suspect.

They're looking for him.

[suspenseful music playing]

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?

[sobbing softly]

My son's made a huge mistake.

Kuki Yadav is going to eat him alive.

[sobbing]

He's not going to spare him.

[Nihal's mother sobbing]

[Nihal's mother] Oh, no!

My son! [sobbing]

[doorbell ringing]

[gasps]

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?

[stammering] What are you saying?

[Dev breathing heavily]

Sunny Bhullar was just
k*lled by Hukum Singh!

He was the one guy who could have told us
who ordered the m*rder!

He died because of you!

f*ck!

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 k*lled 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.

[Dev exhales sharply]

[Dev breathing heavily]

[breathing heavily]

[sobbing]

[sobbing continues]

[indistinct conversations]

[Viju] There is one place left
in the NSI,

and that has to be filled.

[Sanjay] Come in.

Well, it's true that Nihal Singh's m*rder

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.

[zipper unzipping]

[intense music playing]

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?

- [Sanjay] 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.

[dramatic music playing]

Mouths are already open, Raghubir Singh.

And not just mine, everyone's.

[Sanjay] One second, please.

[stammers] 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.

[truck honking]

[vehicles passing]

- Where did you vanish?
- Don't even ask.

[grunts]

[man] 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 a*s for free?

Got it.

Now just get what I ordered.

[Ravi] You found all this on Sunny's body?

Yeah. [clears throat]

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?

[cell phone ringing]

Yeah, Arvind. Tell me.

Yeah.

He's coming?

Mm.

[dishes lightly clattering]

[suspenseful music playing]

[breathing deeply]

Come on, start now.

[grunts]

Do it again.

[grunting]

Stay focused, Raka.

- Pick up the pace!
- [Raka grunting]

Hey, what are you doing? Come on!

[Raka grunting]

You bloody idiot!

You call this boxing?

[Raka panting]

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 m*rder,
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 m*rder.

The only problem is that
I can't go to the NSI to investigate.

Phogat's after my a*s.

Okay, never mind.

- Uh, we'll go there. Bro, get the check.
- How will you do it?

[suspenseful music playing]

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.

[suspenseful music continues]

[sighs heavily]

[cell phone buzzing]

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.

[hesitatingly] Yeah. [clears throat]

Yeah, exactly what he said.

Oh, f*ck off!

I don't give a f*cking rat's a*s.

[Ravi] 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 m*rder.

[suspenseful music playing]

Ma'am, with your help,
we can get to that man.

[suspenseful music continues]

Hello?

Joyna ma'am?

[suspenseful music continues]

How?

[suspenseful music continues]

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.

[suspenseful music continues]

[cell phone chimes]

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?

[Joyna] 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.

[line ringing]

We currently have over 40 elite-level
boxers here at the camp…

- [line continues ringing]
- …men and women.

[suspenseful music playing]

These boxers will compete
in the Olympic selection trials.

If they get selected,
they'll box for India.

[Joyna] Great.

[Shamsher] Coach…

Please, wait there.

[suspenseful music continues]

Yes, Shamsher?

I need to talk to you, sir.

[suspenseful music continues]

[landline ringing]

[suspenseful music continues]

[landline continues ringing]

- 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.

[scoffs]

I'm going to talk to the federation.

[suspenseful music continues]

It's a public payphone.

It's not in an office.

Any boxer there can use it.

[smacks lips]
There must be 40 boxers there.

[Dev] Hmm.

How many of them are Viju's boxers?

[Arvind sighs]
I'm sorry, I'm a little late.

- Coach Sir.
- [Raghubir] 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 b*stard 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 m*rder, 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 g*ons.

Bro, it's not that simple.

Bro, isn't it possible that Viju
got Sunny to commit the m*rder,

so all the suspicion
is directed at Kuki Yadav?

- Huh?
- [Dev] Mm.

Listen to what I'm saying, bro.

Let's go and pick up
that f*ck Shamsher.

And why just Shamsher?

I say we pick up
all three of Viju's boys.

[Joyna] 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?

[thrilling music playing]

- [grunts]
- [man] 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.

[thrilling music continues]

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 k*ller.

And avenge her.

[dramatic music playing]

Can you do it, Ravindra?

What has to be done has to be done.

[dramatic music continues]

What happened?

What are you doing?

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 K*llers.

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?

[dramatic music playing]

[Dev] Come on. Well done.

Concentrate.

Don't lose focus and move your feet.

Keep it moving.

- [Ravi huffing]
- [Dev] Yeah.

You don't beat your opponent
by letting him stand in one place.

Make the b*stard run.

Very good. Let's go. Come on.

[inspiring music playing]

[man] Don't stop! Don't stop!

[man speaks indistinctly]

[grunting]

[Ravi huffing]

[man] Watch your feet.

[grunts in pain]

[man] Excellent.

[grunts]

[pensive music playing]

[scale beeping]

[retching]

[Ravi huffing]

[grunting]

[huffing]

[Ravi grunts]

[blows thudding]

[music continues]

[Ravi grunts]

[grunting]

[grunts]

[pensive music continues]

[grunts]

[scale beeping]

[music continues]

[rooster crowing]

[scoffs]

[music blares over speakers]

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.

[grunts]

Come on.

Now, if you don't send his head spinning
round and round like a top,

then I'm going to send your a*s
spinning around the boxing ring.

I'm going to tattoo
the Olympic rings on his a*s.

[man] All right, keep jumping.
Keep jumping.

Keep it moving.

Stay cool. Huh? Come on. k*ll it!

[man] More shoulder!
More shoulder!

[Dev] Yeah. Footwork.
Focus on your footwork.

[Ravi huffs]

- [Raka grunts]
- [Ravi groans]

[Dev] Careful. It's okay.
Come on. Bravo!

Keep moving your feet.

[both grunting]

[Dev] Look what your opponent is doing.

[both grunting]

Keep moving your feet.

Why don't you hit him?

No problem. Try again.

[Ravi grunts]

[Dev] Keep moving your feet.

- [Ravi grunts]
- 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.
- [Raka grunting]

[Raka grunts provokingly]

Hmm?

[growls]

[Raka grunts provokingly]

[Ravi grunting]

[Dev] Upper! Uppercut!

[both grunting]

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.

[Ravi huffs]

Coach Sir.

What is going on here, sir?

What's going on is a joke.

[pensive music playing]

[grunts softly]

[pensive music continues]

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.

[clicks teeth, inhales sharply]

Come. Sit here.

Sit down. Come on.

[gentle music playing]

[Ravi] 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.

[Ravi exhales]

[gentle music continues]

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.

[gentle music continues]

[Ravi winces]

Sorry.

Sorry.

[intense music playing]

It's okay.

[gentle music playing]

Can I say something?

[Ravi] 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.

[pensive music playing]

[man] 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?

[intense music playing]

[music continues]

Coach Sir.

I want to talk to you.

[Raghubir] Let me show you some magic.

This will help you learn your opponent.

[commentator] 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.

[melancholic music playing]

[Dev sniffles]

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?

[sighs] Look, bro…

I know very well
that you can't stand Coach Sir.

[melancholic music playing]

But just like we lost our sister,
he lost a daughter, too.

He's genuinely trying to help us.

[Raghubir] Ravindra.

Come on, we have a lot of work to do.

[pensive music playing]

[beeping rapidly]

[Hindi song playing]

[grunting]

[song continues]

[straining]

[beeping]

[straining]

[grunting]

[song continues]

[yelling]

[song continues]

[grunting]

[panting]

[yelling]

[yelling echoes]

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.

[tense music playing]

[both grunting]

In each round, don't raise your hand
for the first 90 seconds.

[tense music playing]

[both grunting]

What happened, bro?

Have you forgotten how to box?

[Ravi grunts]

[Raka grunting]

[grunts angrily]

[Raghubir] You have to learn all
your opponent's tricks in 90 seconds.

What he's doing.

What he wants to do.

Assess everything.

[grunts]

[tense music playing]

[Raghubir]
There are 180 seconds in one round.

The first 90 seconds
belong to your opponent.

The last 90 seconds belong…

to you.

[ticking]

[Hindi song playing]

[grunts]

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…

[somber music playing]

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.

[somber music continues]

[grunts softly]

- 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?

[tense music playing]

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.

[tense music continues]

[engine starts]

[uneasy music playing]

[both grunting]

Hello, Kuki Sir.

Find out anything?

Yeah, someone was asking about Sunny
at the tournament.

[Kuki] Who?

[Ramchandra] Dev Singh.

Go find him right now.

I want to rip his heart out and eat it.

Understand?

[Viju] Well done. Well done, Dahiya.

[men grunting]

Oh, sh*t!

Hey, how dare you come here!

[grunting]

[Raka panting]

Coach Sir's planning
to enter Ravi Singh in the fight.

He'll eat Dahiya alive.

[tense music playing]

[tense music continues]

Hello, Coach Sir.

[tense music continues]

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?

[Viju] Hmm? Hmm.

Dharam Thakur.

[suspenseful music playing]

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… [sighs]

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.

[sighs heavily]

I only missed it once.

Before your last fight.

What happened after that…

is better left unsaid.

[gentle music playing]

I'm really proud of you.

[gentle music continues]

This is for Gudiya.

[gentle music continues]

Heads up.

No holding. No below belt.

And listen to my command.

[gentle music continues]

Shake hands.

[music continues]

[grunts]

[inaudible]

- Time.
- [dings]

Box!

[tense music playing]

[Ravi grunts]

[both grunting]

Attack! Attack!

Go get him!

[both grunting]

Well done! Yes!

Come on!

[both grunting]

[grunting]

[crowd cheering, chanting]
Arjun! Arjun! Arjun!

- [ding]
- [chanting continues]

[crowd chanting] Arjun! Arjun! Arjun!

[commentator 1] The first round seemed
to be going Ravi Singh's way,

but surprisingly, it's gone to Arjun.

[commentator 2] 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.

[commentator 1]
Jab! Body shot! Body shot!

Ravi has forced Arjun in the corner.

Here's the left jab,
but Arjun has dodged it.

[crowd] Ravi! Ravi!

Well, that was some
excellent boxing from Ravi Singh.

This round should definitely
go in his favor.

[crowd chanting] Ravi! Ravi! Ravi!

No, no, no. This is impossible.

This can't be happening.

What's going on here?

[crowd chanting] Arjun! Arjun! Arjun!

Coach Sir, what is this?

b*stards.

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.

[tense music playing]

If a fighter cannot get up,
how can he even win?

Now, follow my instructions
and do exactly what I tell you.

[sniffs]

Yes.

You can do it.

Good luck.

[tense music continues]

- Come on.
- [sniffing]

Box!

[Dharam grunts]

- Three!
- [both grunt]

Three!

Cross to the neck!

[both grunt]

[heart beating]

Well done!

[commentator 1] 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.

[uneasy music playing]

[commentator 2] Arjun Thakur's body seems
to show no movement.

[referee] Boxer! Boxer!

Boxer!

[uneasy music continues]

[Ravi] Coach Sir!

What the hell did you just make me do?

Arjun!

- Well done!
- Excellent! Well done, boy!

[solemn music playing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[melancholic music playing]

[thrilling music playing]