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Change.

It's a complex word.

Nobody likes it.

Some of you will go on to greatness...

And along the way will come all the distractions...

fame, endorsements, contracts...

But remember...

The only contract you have is...

with the game.

And that contract says, you will play to win.

With honesty and integrity.

Because this game will test you repeatedly.

That day will come when you have to choose your team over yourself and move on.

This is also a part of the game.

So when we have to move on...

we will.

Vayu Raghavan...

We have some questions about the Niranjan Suri case.

You'll have to come with us. - Again?

Take him.

What happened?

Fuck!

Fuck!

Excuse me... your name, please?

Dwight Johnson.

Fuck...

I can't get it out of my head...

When he hit that car...

Water? - No, I'm fine.

Prashant, some water...

I just don't understand what you're saying...

What do you mean by that? At least talk to them.

I don't want to.

Please understand.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

What are you thinking?

Was it an accident or was he killed?

You want to talk about this right now?

Why don't you ask the damn police?

Be quiet for a bit, man.

Himess!

I saw him exit the theater.

After that, I'm not sure. There were a lot of people outside...

You are not sure..?

But it happened a few hours before, no?

Yes, right... But...

After he left, I... I don't think I saw anything...

You don't think..?

You're not sure..?

Sorry!

Who is calling you at this late hour?

It's my wife, it's not late in London.

Oh, of course, of course... London.

My mistake.

So you said, you are not sure...

Sir.

Fuck!

Mr Hamish...

Mr Hamish!

Sorry...

My wife... She's not well...

Please... Give me a minute...

Fuck!

Only a warning...

Next time, I'll send her a video.

Make sure you're in the playing eleven in the next match.

I will! I'll play...

Just please...

Stop.

Arvind!

Z...

Reporters keep calling...

I don't care.

Everyone has found out about your outburst.

Niki, a man is dead...

Yes, I know...

But Z, we must control this story.

So easy for you to say...

Huh?

Let's not be delusional, Niki...

There is no control.

There is no power...

It's just filth here.

I think...

I feel like...

Everything is ending.

Zarina...

You're stronger than this.

It's okay.

I'll figure something out, okay?

Arvind...

Arvind...

Arvind!

This was on the terrace.

This is coach's brand...

But everyone says he'd quit smoking?

He'd started again, sir.

Secretly.

And only you knew this?

You were the last to talk to him, via text, correct?

Yes, sir.

I...

wanted to discuss something with him.

About what?

Uh, something personal, sir.

And you wanted to talk to him in private?

Planned to meet on the terrace?

No, sir.

We didn't fix a place.

Alright...

When you were texting him...

was everything okay? - Yes sir.

Nothing unusual.

Then suicide is not a possibility.

But why would he try to kill himself?

Can't be an accident, either.

Because there is a railing on the terrace.

No chance of slipping over.

Are you...

Are you trying to say that...

He was killed?

Do you suspect anyone?

No sir.

Look, Arvind...

I've always been a big fan of yours and...

These questions are as awkward for me as they are for you.

But we have to follow procedure.

We suspect everyone.

Especially those who were close to Mr Suri.

If I am to solve this case, I'm gonna need all the help I can get and...

for that, please don't hide anything from me, okay?

Anything at all... The smallest detail

may be important.

Card?

Here's my card.

If you remember anything, I'm always available, 24/7. Yeah?

One by one, please! - Sir... sir!

One by one... yes?

Sir, did Mr Suri commit suicide, was it an accident...

or is the truth something else? - We are investigating. Yes?

Sir, do you have any suspects?

First we must confirm if there was any foul play.

It's too early to say.

Sir, is there any evidence to suggest that he was pushed or..?

No! Of course, the post-mortem report will tell us more.

Could it have anything to do with match fixing?

I know this question comes up whenever something like this

happens in cricket.

We are investigating, and we will probe all angles.

Alright? Thank you.

I'm sorry sir...

She's been calling constantly.

Yes?

To what do I owe this pleasure?

Stop playing games, Dhawan.

You know why I'm calling.

Actually, this is one of those rare moments when I don't.

Niranjan Suri.

Yes.

What a terrible tragedy.

I assure you we're doing our best to help the police.

Such a pity though...

We were just becoming friends.

Dhawan, we both know it was no accident.

Enough with the insinuations.

I had nothing to do with it.

And if you think that I did, you're wrong.

Well, I really hope so.

The media is talking about match fixing.

Bhaisahab is not pleased.

He will be pleased.

Just wait for the finals.

Sir, if you'd told me I'd have taken care of it.

You didn't have to take the risk.

Et tu, Pritish?

I did nothing.

I have nothing to do with it.

Remember that.

Now get out.

I really don't see this working... - I don't get the logic...

I can't get my... - Give me an answer, at least!

Guys!

Niranjan is gone, man.

How do we control the team on the field now?

There are many ways to control the team.

And when there's no option...

we create one.

And what is this option?

You'll know...

when you need to know.

Dhawan, just tell us this -

Will Vayu Raghavan be in?

He will.

Guaranteed.

Me?!

Nobody heard that. - Huh?

Shout a bit louder. - Oh, sorry...

Don't worry, I'll beat their asses in line.

You don't have to do anything.

We'll tell everyone how to play before the match.

You have only one job... - Keep an eye out, I got it.

Look now...

With an increased responsibility, my payment should also be increased.

With Mr Suri gone...

I had nothing to do with that... What's done is done...

The payment was the only question. - It'll be done.

Explain to the others that if they open their mouths...

Fuck them if they...

Sorry, sorry...

Don't worry about that, I'll take care of it.

Alright, settle down guys.

Litner...

Raghunath...

Raghavan...

Anees...

Ali...

Dwight...

Devender...

Chaturanga...

Kanaujia...

Ankit...

And me.

And that's the eleven.

Arvind...

I was hoping to play this game.

But, you're the one who wanted more time to recover, right?

Right, but the physio says I'm absolutely fit now.

Hamish, you wanted rest.

And anyway, I don't think I want to tinker with the winning combination for this game.

Arvind, please... I need to get out there!

What's the meaning of all this?

It's important.

What're you trying to get at, Hamish?

In all my years as captain, nobody has ever come up

and asked me for a change in the playing eleven.

And that too, at such last minute.

Is there something you want to tell me?

Is there a problem?

No.

Good.

And, we are back to the first playoff game of this PPL.

We have had good attendance all throughout this season.

The crowds just can't seem to get enough of it.

They would want to win this handsomely and dedicate it to their coach, Niranjan Suri.

And for that the Mavericks will depend on Vayu Raghavan tonight.

It's a jam packed stadium and the crowd seem to be enjoying themselves.

So the Mumbai Mavericks have started off well against the Ranchi Rockets...

The Rockets have a formidable batting lineup as well...

And the Mavericks will really need to put a big score on the board.

It's an emotional day for the team...

but they will have to keep their focus intact to reach the finals.

Hit straight past the bowler.

Vayu Raghavan...

Are we done?

Can I go?

Is this all a joke to you?

I told you, I went down, gave the valet the ticket, was waiting for the car. That's all.

That's my statement.

Didn't you and Suri have a fight?

Before his death?

What nonsense, sir!

Didn't you fight?

Hang on, what are you trying to say?

Maybe you went for a stroll on the terrace later.

And Suri came there.

And you argued again and you...

You guys are crazy.

I killed him because of a silly little argument?!

Really?

Could be a bigger reason for the argument.

You think we don't know how misbehaved you cricketers are?

Drugs...

Cheerleaders...

Match fixing?

Fixing?!

What the fuck, seriously? Fixing?!

No?

Why else did you kill him?

You know I'm fucking done with this shit. Seriously! - Hey!

Stop this! - Don't touch me!

Don't touch me! - Hey!

Stop! - Motherfucker!

I said I didn't kill him!

I didn't...

I could put you in jail for what you just did!

But your men were accusing me of Niranjan Suri's...

They were doing their job, Vayu!

These guys are not nightclub bouncers...

with whom you can flaunt your celebrity status!

You will now apologize to everyone and next time,

answer every question without a fuss.

Mr Suri was my coach...

We would argue every other day.

That doesn't mean that I...

Alright! If you have nothing to do with it...

then co-operate!

Now I'm letting you go.

But this is your final warning.

Go.

He fucking threatened me, Rohini!

Let him bring it on, I'll show the motherfucker...

I know, but he doesn't know you...

And that's not all, man! His bullshit went on and on...

I'm going to fuck shit up, seriously...

Whatever you do, just don't fuck yourself up, please.

Look. I've kept this here since the day I quit!

Just to test my fucking will power.

Fuck match fixing!

Fixing...

He's accusing me of fixing our games, can you fucking believe that?

Bastard...

Does that mean he thinks our games are fixed?

Fixed, spot fixed, how the fuck should I know, man?

Fuck!

Rohini! Where are you going?!

Fucking hell!

Tanay...

Pull out Prashant's info.

Cast it on the TV.

Isolate all his no-balls in the last four games.

Bring up all the speed gun readings for each of them.

Now compare them with his average speed in each match.

I thought you stopped doing all this?

I still come sometimes.

I like the solitude.

We didn't talk after the Haryana match.

Nothing to talk about.

Sure?

Now you're the Mavericks' strike bowler, instead of Hamish.

It's quite something, no?

And yet, you don't look happy.

Nothing like that... I'm happy.

Just under pressure.

Pressure is inevitable...

You've got your chance after so much difficulty.

One small mistake and you could throw it all away.

In 2011, there was a bowler in the West Indian domestic T20 league.

Keith Dalson.

In that season...

he broke the record for the number of no-balls bowled.

This raised some questions.

Then someone checked the speeds of his no-balls.

They found that his no-balls were much slower than his regular balls.

Now, how is that possible?

Fast bowlers usually bowl no-balls when trying to bowl quicker, right?

This was the opposite!

So Keith Dalson was put under the scanner.

Turns out Mr Dalson...

was bowling no-balls for money.

Obviously, when a bowler...

tries to land his foot outside the crease on purpose...

Sometimes...

he'll lose speed, right?

Just like you...

Prashant Kanaujia.

Do you have anything to say?

It's up to you if you don't want to talk...

But if you do... I'm here.

The choice is yours.

Hmm?

Hello...

Son, this late... Is everything alright?

Yes papa, all okay...

Just felt like calling you...

Okay, what's the matter?

No, everything is alright, papa.

I called to talk to you just like that...

Okay.

Prashant...

Son, are you sure you're alright?

Yes, papa.

I'm okay.

Son, don't keep anything bottled up inside.

It'll eat you up, understand?

If not me, tell somebody else.

But let it all out.

Okay, papa.

Johnny Johnny, yes papa! Eating sugar, no papa!

Hello bro! Fucking hell...

What're you doing? - What is this?

How come you are so white and tiny brother there is dark?

How is this possible?

Fuck it. You are playing final, no?

You know Prashant's mummy is in hospital, you know?

Listen brother, if you don't play, things bad. Very very bad.

Listen, listen, listen... Prashant don't listen!

We hit mummy, then Prashant listen. What is the point?

Why don't you listen?

These people... High people... Very dangerous, I'm telling you. Okay?

Just do it!

Just do it. Okay?

Telling lies? No papa!

Open your mouth...

How many times am I going to say I'll think about it? Okay?

But I'm all recovered!

I spent time in the nets like you asked.

I don't see a reason to change the final eleven.

Arvind, please...

What the fuck is going on with you, man?

Rohini... what?

Okay...

It was Devender...

Raghunath...

Anees...

And?

And...

And I.

Sir, please... Please sir!

Sir please!

Sir, they threatened my family.

Anybody else?

No, that's it.

Rohini...

Nobody else should know about this.

Not even Vayu.

Okay.

You get out.

I don't believe you didn't know about this.

Arvind, look at my face.

Do I look like the kind of person...

Zarina, this pretty face has been fooling people for years!

I don't even know what to believe anymore!

Coach Suri's death could be related to all this!

Arvind...

You asked me to include Prashant in the team. Why?

Arvind, listen... - No, no, you listen to me!

Were you involved in the fixing as well?

Fuck.

Arvind...

You have no idea what I have had to go through...

just to keep this team alive!

You think I'd sabotage my own team?!

Mavericks is not only your team.

And as for Prashant...

Dhawan signed him for his sports management company.

Dhawan benefits if Prashant plays, not me!

Zarina, Dhawan gave you control of the team.

He was very categorical about it.

Really?

Then I could also say...

You are the captain.

All decisions, on and off the field, were yours!

How come you didn't know about this?

Fine.

Let's go to the police, then. - 'Fine, let's go the police...'

Where's the proof? - We have Prashant.

How does that matter? Does he have any proof?

Let Rathore decide that, okay?

Look, Arvind..

It's easy to talk in here.

But nobody says a word in court.

Will the lad testify?

I will testify, sir.

Prashant Kanaujia, right?

Yes, sir.

Who asked you to fix the matches?

Devender Mishra, sir.

And you did everything he said.

Gentleman's game!

See how the gentlemen have fucked the game up its ass.

Was anyone else with Mishra?

Did he ever introduce you to some outsider?

Think hard...

Do you suspect anyone?

Maybe someone in the team management...

AJ!

AJ...

Yes sir, Devender often spoke to some AJ on the phone.

AJ...

AJ.

That bastard is back?

'Ajit Joshi'... Ever hear that name?

No sir, I don't know that name.

But I do.

He was a top bookie in the 90s.

He knew many players in the Indian team.

He has fixed many matches.

Maybe he even...

knew Mr Suri.

No... I don't think so.

He had no connection with any bookies.

Sir, you don't understand.

I knew Niranjan Suri.

Arvind, I follow just one rule in all my investigations.

People are never as clean as they seem.

Sir, cricket was everything to Mr Suri.

He couldn't have been involved in this.

He was involved.

Mr Suri was part of it.

I couldn't say it earlier.

How could I?

I know how much you respected him.

Hello?

Hello! Arvind sir, sorry for calling so late.

I hope I'm not disturbing. We're on tomorrow at 10 am for the final divorce checklist, right?

Yeah.

Yeah. - Okay.

Stop here.

Drop him at the hotel.

Want to eat?

No, sir...

I'll call for some more, man...

We're meeting after so long.

Let's chat in peace.

Chat about what, sir?

And... how is the family?

Wife, kids, mother...

You've called me at this time... Any special matter?

We'll chat, relax...

Gotta be somewhere? In a rush?

Bring the yogurt.

How's business?

Same old business, or started something new?

Not at all, Rathore sir...

The old business is done. Betting, gambling... all finished. Really!

So murder is your new business.

Niranjan Suri.

The players have made a statement.

They have all named you.

Should I arrest you or will you talk?

No no, Mr Rathore...

Do I look like a murderer?

I'm a simple businessman!

What would I gain by killing someone?

But somebody will gain something.

Come on...

Give me a name.

Some water, please...

Water?

Have some whiskey.

Bring the whiskey.

I have a ticket to Dubai.

One way.

It leaves in the morning.

Give me a name and it's yours.

Look, the flight leaves in six hours.

And you'll need an hour and a half for immigration.

If you miss it...

even I won't be able to help you.

Phone... - What?

Phone!

What?!

Oh God...

Where is it?

Here.

Leave it!

Hello? - Fuck you!

Please don't swear, it's an important call!

Yes Mr Rathore, tell me?

Okay.

Okay, I'll be there soon.

Yes.

Ayesha...

I need you to deliver a message.

How do you know?

Sweetheart...

Do you even know who I am?

How, do you know?

It doesn't matter.

And now you have very little time.

And AJ has told the police as well...

that Niranjan Suri's murder and Dhawan's racket are connected.

This news is spreading like wildfire with every passing minute.

It could become a problem for Bhaisahab.

What do you want from Bhaisahab?

I'll discuss that with him myself.

But for now, what's important is...

that I've told Rathore to hold the investigation.

But Bhaisahab needs to speak to Dhawan.

And fast.

Yes Bhaisahab.

What?!

AJ did that?

I...

Yeah, I'll call Rathore... Yes...

Bhaisahab, I've got the situation under control.

You have my word, you will have no problem.

Yes.

Fuck!