Vikrant…
I don't have much time left, son.
I didn't do right by your mother.
Never gave her the dignity or respect she deserved.
There's no point.
I tried to give her as much--
As much as you'd give a mistress.
A house, some money… Is that your best shot?
I understand your anger.
But I cannot change the past.
Why have you called me here?
I want you to meet the man who will take care of you…
once I am gone.
Yash…
this is my other son…
Vikrant.
And Vikrant, this is Yash.
Your…
Bhaisaab.
Won't you touch your older brother's feet?
I fostered you like a real brother.
Even dogs are fostered, Bhaisaab.
You can't get to me.
Don't delude yourself. Come back.
I'll return your company to you.
If I couldn't get to you, you wouldn't have made me this offer.
What do you want?
Revenge.
You forgot about it.
You tried to kill me.
And now I'm coming for you.
I'll be waiting for you.
Do your worst.
Mr. Hussain…
Thanks, Dhawan.
And this one's for you, princess. Your favorite red.
Zarina--
I want to be crystal clear, Mr. Hussain.
I'm here only because of you.
I don't want to be anywhere near this man.
He's an assaulter and a rapist.
You forgot murderer.
I guarantee that Dhawan will not misbehave with you.
But for now, because of the PPL match fixing case…
you could go to jail.
Rubbish.
What evidence do you have against me?
Is she really that naïve? Or is she just stupid?
What is he talking about?
A few days ago, on my orders…
the EBI apprehended all the bookies
who dealt with you and Pritish.
What's your bet?
-Hey! -Put the phone down!
Sir! What is this?
-Get the fuck up! -I haven't done anything, sir.
Bloody pervert!
Who placed the biggest bets in the PPL?
The bettors use code names.
Crybaby, Helicopter, Master.
And the players?
Who fixes them?
The team owners and players fix the games together.
Which team?
I don't know.
-Answer me! -Mumbai Mavericks.
They've been fixing for the last two years.
Who sets their players?
Zarina!
Oh, and one more thing…
We were paid…
to give wrong decisions.
Who gave you the money?
Zarina… Zarina Malik.
You bribed an umpire, princess.
Very impressive.
But unfortunately, in this case, bribing is fixing.
Look it up. Section 409 of the IPC.
Criminal breach of trust. Up to ten years in prison.
By the time you're out…
you barely be able to play mothers' roles.
Join us, Zarina.
If you don't, you'll go to jail.
But if you join us…
we can send Bhaisaab to jail.
I told you, Mr. Hussain.
I cannot work with this man.
I hate you as much as you hate me, Zarina.
But we have more in common than you think.
You have two days to think about it.
Bhaisaab screwed us both over, Zarina.
Both of us.
And yet, you're just like him.
I'm nothing like Bhaisaab.
None of that backstabbing bullshit.
When I come for you…
I come straight at you.
Please fasten your seat belts for landing.
Buckle up.
The PPL will be modeled on the English football league.
Each city will have its own team.
To begin with, we'll have eight teams.
With two new teams being added every three years.
Every team will be owned by superstars
from the world of Bollywood and business.
And for their investments…
the team owners will be rewarded with multiple revenue streams
from stadium ticket sales,
merchandising and of course, telecasting rights.
Now pay very close attention to this, my dear friends.
Last year, the English football league
earned a whopping revenue of 1.90 billion pounds!
Our projections over a 45-day season,
show a gross income of…
650 crores.
Bhaisaab, this country is crazy about two things.
Bollywood and cricket.
And we have a marriage of both!
India's favorite sport wrapped up in entertainment and glamour!
Every single evening for 45 days,
we'll have this country eating out of our hands.
If you support me on this one, Bhaisaab…
I will change this game forever.
So, ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together
for what is about to be the biggest sporting event in all of Asia…
The PowerPlay League.
And now, it gives me immense pleasure
to call up on stage, the architect of this marvel
Mr. Yashwardhan Patil.
I've been looking for you.
Why, Bhaisaab?
How could you do this to me?
This was it.
I've been working on this for years. This was my vision!
The PPL was my dream!
And you just… took it away from me.
Don't be silly, Vikrant.
What did you think?
All these industrialists, film stars, cricketers…
would listen to a cocaine addict…
and agree to invest millions of rupees?
This league is going to change this sport forever.
And to market this revolution, we need a face that is credible…
has experience, has a legacy.
In other words, we need me!
Not some carpetbagger.
Get your shit together.
Why are you here?
Manu, this is Mr. Mistry.
He has prepared an affidavit through which you declare that…
Zarina did all the fixing and you had no hand in it.
Now that you've got what you wanted…
and won the election…
you've come here to bail me out.
And you've made Zarina the scapegoat and hung her out to dry.
Nice.
Well, at least, I know you still have some feelings for me, Dad.
Sign these papers.
I'll get you out of here within 24 hours.
After that, you can go to London. Okay?
No.
A crime has been committed.
I should pay the price. Right, Dad?
Manu, please try and understand.
Whatever is happening, there are powers at play here that are beyond my control.
That are trying to destroy the future of cricket.
This game is bigger than you, me, Zarina, everyone.
I had no other way out.
Mistakes don't come between family, my child.
You of all people should know that.
You know what?
I'm not even surprised.
This is what you always do.
Emotionally blackmail me!
And now at this point you are bringing up what happened with your leg?
Really, Dad?
Yes, that was my mistake.
But what you're doing, that's not a mistake!
You made me a criminal to hang onto a political post!
Everything people say about you is true, isn't it?
-Everything! -No! No!
Look, I'm really sorry you got dragged into all of this.
Now, please let me handle it and get you out of here.
Please just go.
Go!
I promise, I'm not doing anything wrong.
You have nothing to worry about.
I'll never let you down.
Come on, let's go home.
I'm sorry it took so long.
Be ready, Adesh.
We are trying to make Zarina a state witness.
After that, we can name Patil on the chargesheet.
Okay.
Your turn.
Mulchandani, it's Vikrant Dhawan.
Madam?
What is it, Bhatia?
The distributor, Mulchandani, called.
He wants his money back in a week, or…
Or? What will he do?
He'll take us to court and have us banned.
Ma'am, I'll just leave this here.
Pending payments, locations…
lights, camera, rentals for other equipment.
The vendors are saying if we don't clear their dues this week…
they'll sue us.
I'll take your leave.
Hello and welcome to Patriot TV.
I am Girish Mukherjee.
Since the big exposé that my channel and I brought to you
right after last edition's PPL final, a lot has happened.
The Supreme Court of India has setup an inquiry commission…
to review the evidence collected by the EBI
and punish those who are responsible for corruption in cricket.
Justice Protim Roy will head this Roy Commission.
Front page headlines in every newspaper!
Well, you know what they say…
cricket brings glory to men.
He's a man whose reputation and track record are impeccable.
Good morning, sir.
Adesh Rangayan, Special Cases, EBI.
Good morning.
Rangayan… now that makes you from?
-Bangalore, sir. -Bangalore!
The City of Gardens. Wonderful!
It used to be wonderful at one point.
Not anymore, sir.
The traffic and the pollution. It's a bit of a mess.
I can't agree with you more.
Not unlike the mess that Indian cricket finds itself in.
Mr. Rangayan, I have your chargesheet here in front of me.
Sir, these people have turned this game into a bazaar.
Everything is for sale.
Including cricketers.
Real cricket was played in my time…
when Sunil and Mohinder used to play.
Today's game…
I don't know, I don't know.
They've made it a circus.
Someone has to call it curtains on their show.
Sir, we have the witnesses' statements.
The first one is Arvind Vashisht.
Ex-captain, Mumbai Mavericks and Haryana Hurricanes.
Before leaving the country, he gave us a statement.
Before leaving the country?
This is very disappointing. I thought he was going to be the last man standing.
Not anymore, sir.
Sir, we also have Prashant Kanaujia's statement.
This country doesn't deserve honest and decent people.
Now, now, now… Let's not be cynical, Mr. Rangayan.
Certainly not on a Monday morning.
The official proceedings begin day after tomorrow.
Please bring in our first witness…
Ms. Zarina Malik.
SEIZE THE DAY, ZARINA! - YASH
Ms. Malik…
how do you explain the betting and
fixing accusations against you in the last PPL season?
Your Honor… it's all lies.
I'm a law-abiding citizen
and I have never done anything illegal.
You were arrested and your team is banned.
So, if it wasn't you who did the betting, then who did?
How could you leave with Dhawan?
You should have waited for me.
You had left before my lawyers reached you.
Zarina, I didn't just wrong you, but my daughter too.
Are you there?
I'm listening.
We had something, Zarina.
We were building something together. You should have trusted me.
You may have forgotten South Africa but I haven't.
We had big plans, Zarina.
We were gonna take cricket to the next level.
And we can still make it happen.
So, I have nominated your name
for the Presidency of the Mumbai Cricket Board.
You only have to sign the form.
Let me make it up to you, Zarina.
Send me the form.
Sir, I'm just a fifteen percent stakeholder in the Mumbai Mavericks.
Just a pretty celebrity face, to be honest.
I just come to matches to show my support,
but the true owner of the team has always been someone else.
Who?
At first, it was Mr. Damani.
He was a gentleman but he ran out of money.
Then someone bought his stake and he became the new owner.
Mr. Vikrant Dhawan?
So, I thought about your little threat.
The umpires' testimony isn't enough.
All the bank accounts are in Mantra's name.
I'll be acquitted.
But if you want my help against Bhaisaab…
you'll have to help me in return, Mr. Hussain.
What do you want, Zarina?
I will arrange the money for your film debts.
I want to enter cricket administration.
Alright.
I control the Delhi Cricket Board seat.
-I'll set it up. -Why would I want Delhi?
Bhaisaab has already offered me the Presidency of the Mumbai Board.
It's too little, too late.
What the fuck do you want, Zarina?
We're talking.
Once Bhaisaab is gone, the ICB Presidency will be empty.
And that…
That is what I want.
You have all evening to decide.
My deposition is tomorrow.
Mr. Vikrant Dhawan?
He had no hand in this.
Who is responsible for it?
The new owner… who has taken charge this very year.
Are you accusing Ms. Mantra Patil?
Again, she is just a pawn.
The accounts are in her name, but it has always been Mr. Pritish Chakravarty
at the behest of Mr…
Yashwardhan Patil.
Mr. Patil is the mountain
that gives rise to the rivers of fixing and betting.
Can I ask you as to why you did not give this information earlier?
You're right.
Of that, I am guilty.
But… put yourself in my shoes.
These are very dangerous, powerful men.
It isn't easy to go against such people.
You have turned state witness,
and your name has been removed from the charge sheet.
So, I am assuming that you have the evidence to support these charges.
What's this?
All the evidence I have is in that file.
A ball-by-ball account of all the fixing in the PPL.
Details of money made on every ball…
which you can crosscheck with the match footage.
And all transactions
are linked to Mr. Patil's daughter, Mantra Patil's accounts.
This paper, ladies and gentlemen, is what I call victory!
The court has finally named Yashwardhan Patil
as the prime accused on the chargesheet
after Zarina Malik gave her deposition today.
Our legal system has finally acknowledged the extent of
the disgrace that Patil is to cricket and this country!
I request all of you to vote for my son,
for our party!
-Lok Shakti Party! -Long live! Long live!
-Yash Patil! -Long live! Long live!
-Lok Shakti Party! -Long live! Long live!
He didn't even give us his last name, but to him…
How can you be happy with this man?
Are you okay being treated like this?
And you know what everyone calls me at school, mom?
Everyone calls me a bastard because of this fucking…
Easy, Vikrant.
The fact is, you are a bastard.
You know what? Try this.
This makes it better. Try it.
Sir! Come quickly!
What is it?
Look what your kid has done!
Can't even fucking eat in peace.
What's that fucker up to?
What are my options?
Just deny all the evidence.
Tell the court you had no knowledge of these accounts.
Which is the truth.
It's unfortunate that you have to be under trial because of your father's misdeeds.
All you have to say is…
Mr. Patil is responsible for everything.
Exactly what Zarina said.
We'll make you a state witness. Then you are safe.
Just say the word.
If Mantra names you in court…
Bhaisaab, why don't you just go talk to her?
I tried, but she's angry.
And you're ashamed.
Even if we can't talk to Mantra, we know her weakness.
The Wadia cup is 85 years old.
37 teams and Vayu Raghavan makes it
to the finals as captain of Mumbai.
Feeling the pressure of history?
Listen…
we need to talk about Mantra.
I'm just going to lay it out straight.
You need to tell her…
to name Zarina for every charge in court.
No matter what, she cannot blame herself.
Or me.
It's like you don't know your own daughter at all.
She won't listen to me.
You will have to be more persuasive, Vayu.
I won't be able to do it.
You know, as Mantra's father, what would make me really happy?
To see her man as the captain of the Indian test team.
Captain?
Pakistan is touring India next month.
It's been 13 years.
An historic series by all counts.
Would you like to lead the country?
I've not really… thought… I don't know.
Talk to her.
Make sure she doesn't get herself into trouble.
Seriously?
You've stayed in hotels all your life?
I mean, since I started playing under-16
Ro and me have been on the road nonstop. So, yeah.
But, I mean…
you must've had a house at some point.
No.
Like when your parents were around.
Like where you took your first steps.
Baby pictures?
-Nope, we have no baby pictures. -None?
In fact, we don't even know who our real parents are.
Coach Pansare must have given you some clue?
I don't know.
-Maybe it's for the best? -Yeah.
As you can see, the grass isn't always greener.
At least you don't have to worry about your own father fucking you over.
Hey, relax.
I'm not going to let anything happen to you, okay?
-Where are you going? -Excuse me.
Listen.
I need to talk to you about something.
Your dad came to practice today.
What? Why?
He wanted me to tell you to…
blame Zarina for everything in court.
What the fuck?
And why did he tell you this?
Because you won't speak to him.
Oh, so now he's using you to manipulate me.
-Using me? -Great!
-It's not like that, okay, Mantra? -What did you tell him?
That I'll talk to you.
I can't believe you.
-And what did he offer you in return? -Nothing! Nothing.
-He must have. -No!
Look, I think, you should just go blame her. Right?
-You know what, fuck off. -Hey, Mantra!
Fuck my life!
Why do you keep your wounds alive?
My wounds… they keep me alive.
And the one who caused it?
He will be punished.
And how will he be punished?
I will take everything from him.
Everything that was denied to me.
Everything that he took from me.
All that power.
Not good enough.
Listen, I don't know who you called or how you managed this…
but your brother almost killed that girl.
He's a repeat offender.
He deserves to be punished.
Either that… or he's sick!
Why did I send you here?
It was an accident.
Next time you get into trouble, you don't use my name.
-You understand? -Bhaisaab.
It was a mistake. I won't do it again, I promise.
I don't care, I don't care. I'm done with you!
Don't you dare use my name anywhere again.
I don't want people to know that you're my brother.
Because you are not my brother.
Do you get it?
You can't let him off, Vikrant.
You have to finish him.
Mantra.
The last time we really met, you were just a kid.
Let me give you a proper introduction.
I'm your… Hate the word. Uncle.
The thing is, Mantra…
what you and I did were mistakes.
Accidents.
Yes.
I know where he gets that limp from.
But your father…
He makes no mistakes.
His every move is calculated.
Even when betraying his own family.
The irony is…
now his fate is in your hands.
And I'm sure, I can leave it to your better judgement.
Do the right thing.
-Manu, you-- -Is Vikrant Dhawan your brother?
Yes, but how do you…
Ms. Mantra Patil, are you the owner of the Mumbai Mavericks?
Yes, sir.
And do you have an account in the Sovereign Bank of South Africa?
Yes, sir.
Do you accept your involvement
in the criminal act of fixing players…
and betting on the Mumbai Mavericks in the PowerPlay League?
No, sir. I do not.
Then, who did it?
Ms. Patil?
Mantra, just read that.
Ms. Patil?