[announcement over loudspeaker]
-[Shirish] Hi. -Hi.
[Shirish in English] Good to see you.
Are you okay?
I'm sorry… I was angry after the match…
No. Don’t worry about it. It’s okay.
No one's a saint.
Everyone's fortune changes at some point.
The boys in Kashmir have only heard such things…
…but you gave them a chance. Thank you.
Then why are you leaving the team?
I don't get along with the current leadership.
Mustafa?
What happened between you two?
We had very different points of view.
Anyway, that was a long time ago, so…
[Shirish hums in agreement]
Mustafa does know a lot about football.
He's good.
But not the best.
India’s best coaches at the least have an A-license from FFB.
Mustafa doesn’t even have that.
[exhales sharply]
Look, I don’t understand these things.
But Sohail and I believe that
in Kashmir, there is no better coach than Mustafa.
That may be true.
But what's stopping you from looking outside of Kashmir?
[intriguing music builds]
Look, sir. If you want to make a pro team,
a ‘better” coach won't do. You need the best.
-Get an international coach. -[intriguing music swells]
How would one get an international coach?
I mean, where would one find them?
There are agents who can help you.
There are some international websites too.
-Really? -Hmm.
Okay.
And hurry…
Before your entire team empties out.
[intriguing music grows tense]
[theme music starts]
[theme music ends]
What happened? Where were you last night?
[clears throat]
[Farooq] This happened and that's where I was.
[Naved] Oh wow…
But don't you have a girlfriend?
Why are you so concerned about her?
I told you, she's not my wife.
Doing all this behind her back… does it feel right to you?
[Naved] I mean, for a girl like that, it would feel right…
[Farooq] Well done! You said something intelligent for the first time today.
And what about the match you missed?
Don't lecture me.
I was sleeping peacefully.
Shah came and took us away.
He is the captain, after all.
And you were with us.
[Amaan] But I came back on time.
[Farooq] That's your bad luck, not mine.
What are you doing?
Nothing… just PR stuff.
Did you know Shah took Rudra, Farooq, and Amaan out last night?
I told you in the beginning, Shah is not good for our club.
It's not like we handled the situation well, either.
-You mean I didn't handle it well. -For God's sake…
I'm responsible for the club and its mistakes.
Look, Shah is no angel.
Mustafa…
…the kind of goal Shah scored had an angel’s imprint on it.
Finding players like Shah is not that easy.
Okay, but…
We squandered a huge opportunity.
[somber music plays]
[honking and traffic sounds]
[somber music ends]
[Nazir] He works at Kemmu’s wine shop?
No. For the football club.
How big is the club? How many players are there?
Around twenty to twenty-five.
Are you sure he is part of the club?
Yes, sir. He is in Delhi right now for a tournament.
[tense music plays]
-[tense music fades] -[deep engine rumble in distance]
[brakes squeal, engine idles down]
[Sohail] Boys, get up.
[indistinct chatter]
Sameer…
You, here?
Shirish sir asked me to distribute these.
The first monthly salaries for the players.
I see.
-Did he say anything else? -No, that's it.
Hey, Dilshad.
-[Dilshad] Hello. -Hello.
-What are you doing here? -Coach, I'm here to join the club.
Wow!
But what about IIC?
[Dilshad] I resigned.
But your situation at home…
[sharp exhale] By God’s grace, everything is sorted.
[paper rustles]
This is the best news.
[in English] Welcome to the team.
[Sohail] Boys!
You have worked very hard for the last few days.
So collect your cheques from Sameer before you leave.
-And Amaan… Give me Amaan's… -Yes.
For the bus idea alone, you deserve it.
-[gentle music plays] -[unintelligible chatter]
[Sohail] I’m proud of you.
Everyone rest up today. See you tomorrow.
Go on.
Let's get ours.
Hope you're not getting paid more than us.
-You all need to sign here. -[gentle music ends]
Dilshad, what about the work I asked you to do?
Oh, it's done.
The Manager was pleased.
Thank you.
So see you at training tomorrow?
-[Dilshad] God willing. -God be with you.
-[Dilshad] Hello, sir. -[Sohail] Hello.
[Mustafa] Sohail!
Look.
Dilshad.
When one door closes, another opens.
Let's see.
-[mellow music builds and fades] -[indistinct chatter in the background]
[Kaveri] “A fledgling football club unites people
to bring the sport back to the region.”
I told you that words are powerful.
Just reading the headline makes me feel good.
Hmm.
“With a superstar like Azlan Shah joining a host of talented players,
…and celebrated coach, Mustafa Durrani…
Real Kashmir may just be for real.”
It's easy to say these things.
Why, what's wrong?
[Shirish] Delhi did not go down the way it is described here.
The club's best player has left the team.
No one respects the coach. Sohail…
…has no control over anything.
[heavy exhale] The team will fall apart soon if it goes on like this.
[Kaveri] What are you thinking?
Hmm?
I think I should focus a little more on the club.
-Hmm. -[warm music builds]
[Shirish] Kaveri, I have to prevent the team from falling apart.
No matter what happens.
[in English] I have to do this.
Will you do me one more favour?
Will you come with me tomorrow?
To Pampore.
Are you ready?
[exhales sharply]
[Shirish hums uncertainly]
[chuckles]
We’ll see. I’m hungry.
[exhales heavily]
-[warm music fades] -[birds chirping]
[Farooq] Roo, I can't even tell you how much I missed you.
Then why didn't you answer my call?
I went to sleep immediately after the match.
You were sleeping for two days straight?
You couldn't have called me once?
They put us up in a jungle in the middle of God-knows-where.
There was no mobile network.
Then how did my call connect?
I have given a lot of time to this relationship already.
I've had enough.
Roohi…
I need to go to work.
[Amaan] Nazir sir.
How about Naseem Bagh?
It's the best venue for our rally.
It's always buzzing, and the university is close by.
Students could come, too.
You don't need to do any more rally-related work.
Someone else is handling it.
Why? What’s wrong, Nazir sir?
I… didn't realise you needed a place that urgently…
It's just that I got back from the wedding this morning--
Where was this wedding?
Inside a stadium?
You've been working for that wine shop guy?
Hmm?
[nervously] I was forced into it…
…or else, the grenade issue…
Please believe me, I didn't have any other choice.
You've joined hands with the enemy.
[tense music builds]
Read this.
Look at what rubbish they've printed.
The club to which you're enslaved
runs on money that is haram.
You're okay assisting that nonbeliever?
You will have to spy for us.
[tense music swells]
Spy? How?
I want Kemmu's alcohol delivery truck schedule.
So we can organize our boys and stop them at the border itself.
But…
-Kemmu’s business is not against the law-- -It is against Kashmir.
It's against Kashmiris.
Well?
Do you have the courage to prove your loyalty?
Of course.
I…
I'll get you the information about the trucks.
Salmaan!
Yes, Nazir sir.
[Nazir] Go have a look at Naseem Bagh.
I've heard it'll be the best venue for a rally.
Right?
[Salmaan] As you wish.
[Nazir] Let's go.
-[tense music ends] -[indistinct chatter]
Sir.
Thank you for the cheques. The boys convey their gratitude.
Well, they were owed it.
-Sohail? -Yes.
[clears throat]
Listen… I've been thinking.
I will participate more actively in the functioning of the club.
You do participate.
I didn't quite understand what you mean by “actively”.
Well…
With all that's happening with the club lately…
I'm worried that…
…my money might go down with the rest of the sinking ship.
I am a businessman, after all. [forced chuckle]
Sink?
Meaning you don't have any faith in me.
You think I would just let the club sink?
With all the hard work I've put in setting all this up?
I also don't understand what got you worried all of a sudden.
According to me…
…our club needs… a top-class coach.
Mustafa is a top-class coach.
What he's achieved in such a short time,
nobody else could've done that. I know him, he's my friend.
That's what troubles me, Sohail, that he's your friend.
You aren't able to see beyond the friendship.
I'm saying this from experience,
-don't mix business and friendship-- -[firmly] I'm not, sir.
That’s the impression you have.
[assertively] Sohail, our club needs a new coach.
[uneasy music builds]
After everything Mustafa has done for this club…
I cannot fire him.
See you at training.
[uneasy music fades]
[Manager] Mustafa…
Sir, actually the doctor said--
“Coach Mustafa, Real Kashmir Football Club.”
ID, please.
-Sir, please listen to-- -[Manager, authoritative tone] Now.
[soft music plays]
[soft music fades]
Was this your room?
So dirty.
It wasn’t that bad, Mom.
Leave that. Look at this.
Playing in the stadium was such a great feeling.
[Sushma] Hmm. Very good.
[Rudra] The whole team was so happy.
[Sushma] What's this?
You went to a dance bar?
-No-- -Wait!
Here. Look.
You're underage and you went to a dance bar?
You must have had alcohol, too!
-No, Dad-- -I warned you, but you didn’t listen!
[Rudra] Nothing happened. You guys are overreacting.
You can forget about football now!
Exams are coming up. Get preparing!
I told you already, the exams don't matter!
Rudra! What did your Mom just say?
Forget about football.
-[indistinct TV audio] -[door creaks open]
[Ahmed] Back home, son?
-Hello, Dad. -[Ahmed] Hello, Son.
Uh…
-This is my first salary from RKFC. -Shakeela!
Mom…
My first salary…
What? This is all yours?
-No. It’s yours. -[soft music plays]
[Shakeela] I knew that…
…if you work with Shirish sir, you will only prosper, my dear.
Son… I am proud of you.
[doorbell dings]
[soft music ends]
Hello, Sohail. How are you?
[Sohail] Hi. I'm fine. Is Azlan around?
No… Sorry.
I'll tell him you stopped by.
-Okay. Thank you. -[Azra] Okay.
-Sorry to have disturbed you. -[Azra] Not at all…
You could've just talked to him.
What's the point in talking if I don't want to play for them?
[cell phone rings]
Yes, tell me.
Hmm.
Done. Confirm the deal.
Who was that?
A player on the Goa team is injured.
I will replace him.
[sighs]
It doesn't look like you want to start a family.
Of course I want to… When we're ready--
You're the one who's not ready!
[Shah] Azra, please…
Azra, listen to me…
Nothing can beat the experience of watching a live cricket match.
[unintelligible voices in background]
What is this?
Haafiz?
Whose jersey is this?
M-my jersey, Dad.
I got selected into a football club.
I went to Delhi to play a tournament.
So the cricket match was a lie?
If I had told you the truth, would you have let me go?
Weren't you ashamed of lying?
Dad, I was playing football. I wasn’t doing anything wrong.
You're in the cricket team. And state selections are imminent.
But I don't like cricket.
[Zahoor] But I like it.
If you want to live in my house, you must live according to my likes.
And don't ever mention football to me again.
[tense music plays]
[camera shutter clicks]
-[Sameer] What are you doing? -[tense music ends]
Nothing.
Uh, I was just looking.
There's nothing football-related or anything remotely relevant to you here.
I know.
[car engine hums past]
-You're okay, right? -Hmm? Yes…
-[Shirish exhales] -[engine shuts off]
[Shirish] Shall we?
[Shirish exhales nervously]
[approaching footsteps]
[Aziz Auntie] Hi. Who are you?
Can I help you?
Aziz Auntie?
Hello…
I'm Shirish, I used to live here… Kemmu…
-[Aziz Auntie] Kemmu! -Yes!
[sniffling voice] I'm seeing you after so many years.
This is my wife, Kaveri.
-Hello. -[Aziz Auntie] It’s so good to meet her.
And you too, son. Are you moving back here?
There was a glow of warmth when you and your family were here.
But everything changed when you left. It felt empty.
This neighbourhood is incomplete without you.
Come back, son.
I’m trying to.
-I’ll show Kaveri the house. -Yes, of course.
It is your own house, after all.
Son…
I miss Lalit dearly.
[somber, haunting music plays]
[flashback, playful shouts echo]
[Kaveri] Shirish…
It’s okay.
We can always come back another time. Hmm?
Sorry.
[Kaveri] Let's go.
[haunting music fades into melancholic]
[flashback, playful shouts echo]
[music fades]
[Gowhar] I spoke to Dad regarding your job.
I tried very hard…
…but he refused to allow you to continue working.
But I told you how important this is to me.
[in English] I am sorry.
He wanted to come but I didn’t want it to escalate.
What is it you want, brother Gowhar?
For her to keep serving you tea her whole life?
Tahira!
[Tahira] You say you are proud of my sister.
Then for once, stand up for her.
Forget being proud, you don't really care for my sister.
If you did, you'd never ask her to choose.
[Malla] That’s enough, Tahira!
I will take your leave.
Hey, sit down, son…
Let's talk it out calmly…
Tahira is just a child, she doesn't know--
Hello, Gowhar.
[door clicks and squeaks open]
What happened, Mum?
[Tahira] Gowhar's dad has forbidden Samina to work.
What? But you said they agreed to it?
Football is your dream, Dilshad.
You got an opportunity after years, how could I let you squander it?
So you lied to me?
I am sorry.
-[approaching motorcycle engine] -I was confused and I panicked.
[Dilshad, angrily] What the hell!
-I quit my job! -[bike horn blares in the background]
How will we manage everything now?
-I'll talk to Gowhar, we'll find a way. -[phone rings]
What way are you going to find now?!
-[Malla] Where are you going? -For training.
The boys are here to pick me up.
[door thuds shut]
-Call him. Let's go. -Go in and get him. He’s here.
No girl has made me wait as long as you did.
[in Kashmiri] Don't talk rubbish!
[Farooq in Kashmiri] What happened to him?
-[Naved] What's wrong, bro? -I said nothing! Come on.
-Come on then. -Let's go.
[Naved] Told you to drive slower…
ID cards.
Was that the Chief Minister?
Why did you let them go? Why didn't you check them?
[Naved] Don’t argue. Present your ID.
No, hang on, bro.
They stopped us but they’re letting the others go!
-Are we criminals? -[tense music builds]
[in Kashmiri] Look, don't wag your tongue too much.
We know how to shut your kind up.
-[in Kashmiri] What do you mean “my kind”? -[in Kashmiri] Stop it. Don’t get into it.
[Dilshad] What do you mean “my kind”--
-[Checkpost Cop] Step back! -[Naved] Sir! Sir!
[in Kashmiri] Sorry, sir. Let him go. Sorry.
I'm warning you.
[Dilshad] Warning for what? For what?
[yells] It is my right to ask questions, and I will ask them!
Say one more word and you'll regret it.
[tense music fades]
[indistinct chatter]
[Sohail] What's happening? Why aren't the boys doing drills?
Look closely, Sohail. The boys have vanished.
What do you mean? Where are they?
I don’t know. I can’t see them.
[Sohail] Amaan, where is everyone?
Yes, sir, I'm trying to call… Dilshad, Farooq, Rudra, Haafiz…
No one's picking up.
Dilshad isn't the kind of boy who would skip training.
Keep trying.
-Don’t worry. He might be unwell. -It's not that, Sohail.
You aren't getting it. The boys are leaving the club one by one.
What are you saying?
You said, “Just focus on coaching, I'll handle the rest.”
Is this you handling it?
[approaching footsteps]
[Ajaypal] Coach…
Shall we begin?
Do two more rounds.
-[all panting] -Let's go.
What are you doing?
At least train with the boys who have shown up.
Look Sohail…
I'm just the coach. You're the club owner.
The boys not being here is your responsibility. Handle it.
[Amaan] Coach…
Where have you been?
-I… -[Sohail] Why are you so late?
I…
I can't play for the team.
What do you mean? Why?
Some… personal reasons…
[in English] I’m sorry.
Boys! Stop!
Training is cancelled for today.
[indistinct chatter]
Trusting you is my biggest mistake.
[Ajaypal] Is Coach not feeling well?
He's fine… see you tomorrow. Same time.
Yes, sir.
-[indistinct chatter] -[Ajaypal] Let’s cool down, boys.
[indistinct background chatter continues]
[indistinct chatter]
[indistinct background chatter continues]
[dramatic music builds]
[Checkpost Cop, angrily in Kashmiri] Hurry up!
[indistinct radio chatter]
[dramatic music ends]
[bouncy, upbeat music plays]
[bouncy, upbeat music ends]
[melancholic music plays]
[melancholic music ends]