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You'll be glad to know that the Mavericks' deal has been finalised.

I hope you are happy now.

You were right and I was...

Are you okay?

Sir, you must stop this deal.

Why?

Sir... I...

I really can't get into the details.

You have to trust me. Please!

I'm glad I could make that drink happen for you.

Me too.

Well, here's another.

Oh! No, you shouldn't have.

Come on, Zarina. We're celebrating.

No, really. I think I'm done for the night.

Really? - Yeah.

There has to be some way,

some technicality by which...

you can undo this deal?

I don't understand this.

Yesterday, you almost forced me to sign that agreement.

What's changed since?

Vikrant...

I love the way you say my name.

What are you... trying to scare me?

Are you so easily scared?

Don't do this. - Do what?

I haven't done anything...

Yet.

I'm an actress, you know.

I've met several people, who've tried to take advantage.

I've seen it all. - I seriously doubt that,

Princess!

What the fuck!

What are you, crazy? - Zarina...

Let me out of this right now!

I'm gonna call the... - Zarina, stop!

I am an owner!

It means you...

are my property.

True power can give you money, respect,

love, sex, everything.

But nothing can give you true power.

You have to take it!

Vikrant, let me... let me out of this, please!

Please?

Vikrant!

Alright, okay!

But only because...

I don't want you hurting your...

delicate wrists.

Sir, Vikrant Dhawan is not the right man for the job.

Ms Malik, Dhawan transferred the money yesterday.

It's impossible now.

Is there nothing you can do?

Mr Dhawan, so what about Ms Zarina Malik now?

You want to know what will happen with Ms Zarina Malik?

There's only one way out for you.

Sell your stake in the team.

Ms Zarina Malik will play a more prominent role in team affairs.

We haven't really worked out the details yet, but

we're both very excited.

Aren't we, princess?

Fuck!

Let's go, we're late! Come.

Again we'll be the last ones to reach. - I know, I know.

Useless!

This new kid, Prashant... where did you find him?

He's so good man.

You know, when you started out,

you were just like him.

Listen, there's a huge difference between the start of his career and mine.

And how's that?

Because I had you with me.

Oh, really?

You can't get through!

Fucking monkey!

I know what you said!

Motherfucker!

Fuckwit!

He'll destroy my fingers!

Very nice, Prashant. Very nice!

Prashant.

Good pace, kid.

Concentrate on line and length.

Good boy.

Another one.

You told him the same thing yesterday.

If I wanted full-tosses, I would have gotten a bowling machine.

Relax.

He's just a kid. Besides, he's from a village.

Even the best players crack under pressure. You know that.

Did you see that, huh? Line and length, both.

What about the pace?

Even Anil K was quicker than this.

Come on, Arvind!

When he bowls fast, his line and length is off. When he gets the line and length right...

Give him a chance. He'll be fine.

Where to?

Gotta do some stretching.

I'm no longer young like you. - Indeed.

Hurry up. We've got to meet Dhawan. - Yeah.

What the fuck is on your head, Tanay?

I have attached the speed gun to my VR headset.

Instant readings. Handsfree.

You are such a fucking nerd, mate.

Look at her! Hi!

Flying kiss.

Raghu, where did you find this firecracker?

Won't you let me light her up? - Asshole! She's my girlfriend.

Don't fuck with me,

tall girls like tall boyfriends.

You're wrong. Boyfriends need not be tall,

they need to be long. Long.

How long is yours?

145, 143, 120...

120? That's when he got the line and length right, huh?

Yes, sir.

Vayu.

Sir?

Vayu, if you're late for the team meeting once again,

even I won't be able to protect you from Arvind.

Yes, boss.

Sir!

Performance reviews of the last three matches.

And...

this is Prashant's file.

It's pretty thick. - His speed gun readings

and pitch maps.

I don't need any of this.

I'm getting late. Let's take the stairs. - Sir...

Tanay, I'll see you later. - Sir...

Sir, he's one of the fastest bowlers in the country right now.

Rohini,

we scout 500-600 players every year.

How many get through trials?

Five or six, if we're lucky.

And how many actually ever play in a league match?

One. - If we're very lucky.

We're not running a charity.

If he bowls well, he'll play.

If he doesn't, he won't. - Sir, his talent...

He's a rare...

Sir, his speeds are through the roof. You're...

Do you trust me?

Yes, of course, I trust you.

I'm getting late.

File?

Thank you. - Thank you.

Rohini.

Well,

let's watch the video recording of the last match.

We can go through your points...

and also have lunch together.

Please watch it with Tanay, Mr Mishra.

You can lunch with him too. - No.

Please. You'll enjoy it.

Bye. Have fun. - Damn!

What will you have for lunch, sir?

You dinky pubic lice.

Go get a roadside sandwich. Get the fuck out!

Beat it!

They're here, sir.

Welcome, gentlemen.

Please.

Where's Zarina? - She said she can't make it.

I'll find out why.

Pity.

So,

I must say, I'm a huge fan of you both.

In fact, it's part of the reason why I got involved with the team.

All my considerable resources are at the Mavericks' disposal.

But...

there's just one thing.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!

Mumbai Mavericks welcomes the Haryana Hurricanes at this party hosted for them.

We all hope to see a great match tomorrow between these two teams.

I'm DJ Smoke, and dedicating this next song for the Hurricanes.

Mr Handa,

despite being the owner of Haryana Hurricanes,

you're nowhere on TV.

Just give me a chance.

We'll have a fantastic interview...

Rashida,

my English is as weak as my team.

How will I ever give an interview?

Look at Mr Rathore here,

my best friend for the last 15 years.

He doesn't want to be seen with me even though the match is in Mumbai.

I'm not in town tomorrow. - See?

I'm here for your party, aren't I?

In any case, it's better I don't get spotted at these games.

There are all sorts of questions from upstairs,

what with the spectre of betting, match fixing... it's too much of a headache.

Mr Rathore,

you are the Joint Commissioner of the Mumbai Police.

It's your job to eradicate the betting and match fixing, right?

Of course, ma'am.

Mumbai Police is doing its job. - Oh!

So does that mean this league is as clean as a whistle?

Perhaps... you need a refill.

Correct.

Handa, why do you invite the media?

The party hasn't begun properly yet, but their questions have.

And if you slip up, they'll make headlines out of it the next day!

Both of us will get screwed! - Relax, bud.

It'll be fine, Rathore.

Oh look, Mr Chauhan is here.

Who is that accompanying Mr Chauhan?

No idea. Must be his guest.

Ayesha Dewan.

She's a ghost.

She knows the who's who of Delhi, but no one knows her.

She does not deal in money.

She deals in information.

And that's why, she's dangerous.

Greetings, Mr Chauhan. - How are you, Mr Handa?

I'm fine. - Ms Dewan,

this is Manohar Lal Handa.

No matter who's in power in Haryana, it is he who runs the government.

Hello, Mr Handa. - Greetings, Ms Ayesha.

Oh, fuck!

Ms Dewan, your moans will reach Delhi this time.

Fuck Delhi!

Next time if you cum before me, Handa, I swear I'll fix you!

We meet so seldom, I can hardly control myself!

Next time make sure you carry some Viagra.

Viagra, blood pressure, just how many pills can a man take?

You can come meet me in Delhi as well.

The Prime Minister himself trusts me with all his classified information.

I can hide you anywhere.

'So these are the latest standings in the PPL points table.'

Hey!

The Mumbai team is above your team in the standings, right?

'...the Mumbai Mavericks would be playing the Haryana Hurricanes tomorrow.'

'And it's going to be a new start for the team.'

Along with four other teams.

Not much of a difference between your performance and your team's.

I'm trying to improve both of them, dammit.

But these cricketers think they are gods.

Now how can a farmer's son make God happy?

So is Manohar Lal Handa giving up?

'Ms Zarina Malik will play a more prominent role in team affairs.'

'We haven't really worked out the details yet but...'

How did the fucker become an owner in such a short span of time?

Do you know him, Ayesha?

Darling, what do you want to know?

So, this is your hiding place?

You scared me.

Sorry.

We met Mr Dhawan today.

What do you think of him?

I...

I think it's still early days.

Surprising.

You know what he told us?

He said that all his resources...

actually 'considerable resources' was the term he used,

are at our disposal.

But he had one condition.

What's that?

Well, he said that you were in charge.

And from now on, you'll make all the executive decisions.

Really?

Congratulations.

You now have full control of the team.

Arvind, you know I know nothing about cricket.

Cricket has always been run by the people who have no idea about the game.

Politicians, bureaucrats and now film stars.

I've spent my entire career playing under them.

You were saying you know nothing about this game, right?

Well, next thing you know, you'll be selecting the team.

Arvind, you need to trust me.

I will not get into matters that don't concern me.

I love the Mavericks too much for that.

Yeah.

Can I get one, too?

Does he come here every night?

Yes.

And so do I.

You think he can make it?

He needs a lot of work.

And a bit of luck.

Don't we all?

I hope your contact is sound. It's hard to find good Charlie in Mumbai these days.

My contact is the shit.

Just a drag is enough to get a fountain of blood streaming out of your nose!

This one's way better than your Colombia guy.

Really? - Yes.

The motherfucker sells on credit, too.

Who wants it on credit? We'll pay him cash.

Of course. You just did an underwear ad, didn't you?

Must have made millions.

Fuckin' hell,

my face resembles a donkey's withered prick!

Fuckwit! It's not about looks.

You are a bowler, and a spinner at that.

You are right.

Fuckin' A... what's up with that?

Bowlers end up selling real estate in the hinterland.

Flats, bungalows, land ... tobacco at best.

And just on billboards.

Look, there's the untouchable.

Dude, be nice, he's new.

He is from your state, isn't he? You should mentor him.

Why don't I mentor him right here? - Stop the car.

Hey, Prashant.

Where to?

Bandra, to my uncle's. - Hop in.

No, please go ahead. I'll take a rickshaw.

A Mavericks player taking a rickshaw in Mumbai?

Just get the fuck in.

Okay.

Have you settled down?

The fuck he's settled!

The tadpole's just emerged. Settled, my foot!

Long way to go.

Turn on the radio.

Happy anniversary!

Get the fuck outta here!

Kishore Kumar now.

Stop here, please. I'll walk from here.

Sure? - Yes.

Get going, kid.

What the hell?

The filth just got off.

Fuckwit.

Well, Little Mishra,

you're on the wrong side again.

Dammit! Every single time!

Wait, I'll turn around.

Here I am.

How much? - 20 grams, right?

200,000.

Are you kidding?

I'm not asking for your ass.

Pay what you owe me first.

Then you can drag it up your ass if you want.

Don't you stare at me!

We can ruin your career, no matter how big a celebrity you are.

Remember Kassim Khan?

Compared to him, you are a fucking nobody!

We have contacts in the media right at the top.

Pay up and get lost.

Vayu, make him understand.

Otherwise he can say bye to cricket.

What the fuck are you doing? Pay him. - Hold on.

Easy Mishra.

Mishra, put the gun down!

Put the gun down! What the hell are you doing?

Boss,

I'll pay the money.

Money.

It's 200,000.

Count. - Put the gun down!

All there? - Yes.

Is it okay?

Take the stuff from him.

Take the stuff from him, quick!

Drive... quick!

Shit!

Why fuck up for such a small amount?

By the way, why do they call you Little Mishra?

Is it because you're little down there? - Don't be ridiculous!

The fuckers want money, right? I'll throw it on their faces!

Fuckin' leaky condom offspring!

Where will you get the money from?

While you were selling your ass for that ad, I found a way out.

Wait and watch.

Fuck!

Crazy motherfucker.

Hello?

It's 3 am, Vayu.

Yeah.

Why are you calling me?

Just.

Why are you giving me one-word answers?

You're not sober, are you?

Fuck off, Vayu. I'm hanging up. - Meera listen...

Meera...

Fuck!

All right boys,

we've seen the pitch, we've gauged the bounce.

It's a flat batting track.

So let's target around 190-200.

Late for something? - Why are you standing there like a gofer?

Fuck that. Let's talk about you instead.

You were actually running as if you gave a fuck.

Admit it that you don't give a damn about this team.

I score the runs for your team.

That's the problem right there. - What?

This is your team too, you know.

It protects you, nurtures you.

When you lose it, you're going to yearn for it!

Just like you do with Meera. - Rohini, don't even go there.

Why? You had her.

Then you let it all go.

Just let me go. Let me go, man!

So if we stick to the basics and just...

So if we stick to the basics and just play normal cricket,

I don't see any reason why we shouldn't win.

I'll see you guys on the field.

How come you look so fresh? - I come from the land of the Ganges.

I just did a couple of lines. Where were you held up?

Son of a gun! The scoundrel from down south. Sign it.

What is it? - No idea.

Prashant and Vayu,

please stay back.

You're screwed!

I'm sorry I just... - It's not your turn.

It's been a week since you came here.

Where do you think you've improved?

I'm still practising...

Master Kanaujia...

Yes, sir.

Wanna play for the Mavericks?

Yes, sir.

Then you'll have to change your approach.

Look.

147.

149.

152.

You're the fastest bowler in India.

But it's all a waste.

You know why?

Because T20 is a batsman's game.

The faster you bowl,

the faster it goes out of the park.

It's easy to bowl to a set of unguarded stumps.

Sir, how do you know that I...

But if you want to do this, then go back to your hometown and bowl at sticks.

Let it go. He understands... - Do not interrupt, Vayu!

You need to sort your fucking shit out first!

Always late for team meetings!

An excuse for every match!

You're this fucking close to losing your place in the side. Do you understand that?

I... - What?

You think I'll not do it?

Get this clear.

Once you lose it, there's no coming back.

Have you understood? - Yes, sir.

Also, get this straight.

Do what you want, anything you want,

but never be like him!

You can go now.

Thank you.

Why are you still here?

Vayu.

You know,

a politician in this country can pull the filthiest of scams,

but it'll be forgotten eventually.

However, cricketers are gods here.

When they make a mistake,

no one forgets.

Yep.

And I'm serious about the dropping bit.

Dude, you are a good bowler.

Trust me.

Don't worry. He's just a bit angry right now.

Don't give me false hopes.

You want to train, right?

Let's do it together.

Come on.

You know, back when I was in school, they used to make the naughtiest student the class monitor.

You've played your cards well.

I learnt that from you, sir.

Let's see if this works.

At your service, madam.

Mr Handa! Hello!

A cigarette is a must before going to the stands.

Absolutely. You can't smoke in front of your fans, can you?

We never got a chance to meet after the last season, Ms Zarina.

In fact, this is the first time we're meeting since that match.

Right. - Same stadium, too.

Hopefully the result will be the same as well.

With a new season comes new hope.

I hope you're getting along well with the new owner.

Yes.

Everything is fine.

Please.

You can stay.

Mr Handa, I know you very well.

Please be frank.

Look ma'am, I'm just a farmer.

I may aim for the skies, but my feet are firmly planted on the ground.

Vikrant Dhawan

is the kind of typhoon that can bend the mightiest of trees.

But you must never bow down.

Sometimes our pride is our armour.

And why are you telling me all this?

Don't worry, I have no agenda.

We may not be friends but we aren't enemies either.

We are merely competitors.

Please.

Go on.

Your team and your fans are waiting.

Good luck, Mr Handa.

Good evening, Zarina. - Mr Dhawan.

I thought we agreed on Vikrant.

Perhaps we got too familiar too quickly.

Zarina,

you have to learn to love me.

Like everyone else.

Like your team.

Look what they gave me as a token of their affection.

But you still don't consider me a part of the Mavericks.

I saved your team.

But you went and met Damani behind my back.

Yes, I know.

And I'm hurt,

Zarina.

Why would you do that?

Understand this.

No films and no Mavericks

means

no fans.

And no fans means

the death of your fragile stardom.

You need the Mavericks, Zarina,

now more than ever.

And you need me.

Mr Dhawan,

you're right. I do need the team and the fans.

But you forget.

I started with nothing.

I got here on my own

dealing with many, many men like you on the way.

So if you think you can run this team via proxy, through me, you're wrong!

I have been with the Mavericks for six years.

And I will do everything in my power to protect it.

Even from you!

Now I'll go and watch my 85th match with my fans.

And you can sit in this box

for your first.

And this... you don't deserve this.

Sir.

Thank you, Pritish.

Sir, why don't we throw Ms Malik out?

She might be trouble.

It's all part of the plan, Pritish.

And every plan needs a fall guy.

Zarina Malik is ours.

Let the games begin.