Inside Edge (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 9 - Four Slips And A Gully - full transcript

Look at these assholes.

Whichever country it may be, our players,
these bloody fuckers land up in the jail.

Sir, actually--

And people like us come and bail them out.

It's done, sir.

Yeah, Zarina.

Yeah, an officer, someone called Temba
Gandu, we are waiting in his room.

-Zondo, sir.
-Zondu, Zondu, yeah.

Zondo.

Did you get it done? Okay.

Yes, yes.



He's here. I think he's talking
to the mayor. I'll call you later.

Yes.

Yes.

I am sorry.

I understand.

Yes, today.

Tonight, of course.

I apologize.

You release them now?

What?

No!

Those two idiots could have gotten
themselves killed.

They're staying right here.

Were you talking to the mayor right now?



No. That was my wife.

Mr. Temba... Jhandhu...

It's Zondo.

Zondo, sir.

Zondu... South Africa, Indian,
both bro-bro.

Brothers.

Brothers. This news going out...

Both... Both the countries becoming bad.

Do you have any idea
how bad this could have been?

I'm sorry. What else can I do?

Apologize, sir.

Apologize.

Tomorrow, in court.

Hello, sir.

Yes, sir.

Well, it seems your string-pulling
has worked. That was the mayor.

It's been taken care of, sir.

Come on. We, sir, both going other side.
You do the paperwork.

-Let's go.
-Yeah.

-You go home, gentlemen.
-What?

The paperwork can only
be done in the morning.

Bhaisaab.

Where are we on the votes, Ayesha?

How many confirmed till now?

Bhaisaab, I tried my best...

How many?

I've tried everything. I dug out

the history,
geography of every association.

Ayesha!

Four.

Hello?

Hello, Bhaisaab?

I'm here.

I know you needed six.

Seems like Basu has been planning this
for a very long time.

And with the limited time we have...

You just have to buy those votes.

Just pay the associations
whatever money they want.

It's your time to make the payment.

Because of your stupidity,
I might lose my ICB to someone else.

You messed with me in the PPL.

Bhaisaab, it's...

By the way, are you wearing your seatbelt?

No, I'm sitting at the back.

Put it on.

Next time, there won't be a warning.

Finally scored a girl,
that too a stripper, eh? Bravo, my man.

But there's no point in her marrying
a washer man.

When she doesn't wear anything,
what will she need washed!

Hey, tell me this. Oh, fuck!

Hello, you aren't
running low on detergent, are you?

Did you have sex with her yet?

Seriously, man!
You desperately need it, asshole!

Hello, brother? Water!

You fucking black guy, water!
Motherfucker.

What are you up to? She's a white girl...

-She'll go all out...
-Don't touch...

Hey, stop that!

Get in. In.

All right, all right.

Hey, guard.

Hey. I don't want these
brown bums in my cell, you hear me?

Hey, Ronnie, what're these two curry
munchin' faggots doing here, huh?

Stinkin' the whole place up!

I want you two Paki fuckers
to go sit near the toilet.

Maybe you'll start
to smell a little nicer.

Do I need to speak to you separately?
You understand English?

Yes, yes. Listen, there is a mistake...

I suggest you back off,
else you'll get beaten to a pulp.

What the fuck, my English is already
weak, man, can you not interrupt me!

-You and I are equal, that's what I am...
-We're not fucking equal!

-You got a problem with that, bitch?
-No, no.

Fucking curry faggot.

You fucking bastard!

Get down!

Open your fucking mouth.

You want this?
Open your fucking mouth. Open your--

Fuck!

You want some of this? Huh?

Open wide.

Fuck! Get him off me! Get off me!

Get off me! Get the fuck off me!
Kill this fucker first!

Come on!

Try as hard as the world
might to knock me down,

but the victory will be mine.

What's wrong with you?
You've lost your mind!

Don't you dare!

Cut! Cut! Cut! Sir, what's wrong with you?
Where are you going?

I can clean out the track and light, but
the beacon, how will I clean that out?

Sorry, sorry. Actors, very good.
One more take...

One sec, Gary.

Ma'am, he's here. He would like
to see you. We'll have to go.

Mr. Wadhwa!
Oh, my God! What a pleasant surprise!

What brings you to South Africa?

Come here.

Please pull up a chair or something.

Guys, can we have some privacy, please?

Deepak, come on. Let's go.
Let's clear the room, please.

You would've guessed
that I'm... here to talk about my film.

Oh, right. Your magnum opus,
your Mughal-e-Azam.

How is it going? Is the shooting over?

Look, Zarina, you are well aware that

thousands of people have
worked on this film.

I mean, if this film doesn't release
my studio will shut down.

Thousands will lose their jobs.
Is that what you want, huh?

Look, please, don't do this.

Okay. I will save your film.

And I'll lighten your two hundred crore
worth of burden, too.

What do you mean?

I mean, you'll transfer all the rights
of your film to me, at no cost.

And my production house
will release this film.

And I'll give you 20 percent profit.

Are you mad? This is my film.

You have ten seconds to say yes.

After every ten seconds,
I'll reduce your profit by five percent.

-Fifteen!
-Accepted!

Very good.

Mr. Bhatia! Please bring in some
pastries for Mr. Wadhwa.

It's time for celebration, isn't it?
Okay, see you.

Here you go, asshole.

Thank you, boss, otherwise he would've
definitely put his thing in my mouth.

Come on, drink up, you asshole,
I'm not poisoning you.

I'm offering it as a friend.

Would you have taken it
if I had offered it to you?

Answer me.

Whenever someone spoke
of you in Mirzapur...

I used to dream about meeting you,

learning from you. To be like you.

I've become like you now, haven't I?

You were my hero.

Hero.

When I was little,
I had a fast friend, Kapil.

Not just a friend,
he was more like a brother.

We used to do everything together.

In the classroom, at school, outside...

One day, it was, what do you call it...
parent-teacher meeting.

Papa came to the school,
Kapil was with me.

So I introduced him.

"Papa, Kapil Lakheriya."

Papa just walked away.
I didn't understand anything.

When I got home that evening,
Papa beat me black and blue,

every single bone in my body was in pain.

I couldn't understand the reason.

I thought that bastard Kapil ratted me
out, and hence the punishment.

I hated his guts.
I stopped talking to him.

Rumor had it that Kapil had been

harassing a Brahmin girl.

The guys were outraged.

They got together and were going
to beat him to a pulp.

I joined the party.

We beat the fucker black and blue!

We went at him so hard that we ripped
the fucker's clothes off.

A couple of days later,
I found out that Kapil...

Look...

all this drama
about caste and religion, it's...

I didn't start it.

I grew up in it.
That's what I have been taught.

And I'm just doing what I taught as
a child. Now, whom should I apologize to?

To Kapil?

To God?

I'm a Brahmin.

Brahmins are considered
an avatar of God, aren't they?

That's what everyone says, isn't it?

I don't deserve to be a Brahmin!

When those fucking white guys
were beating me,

humiliating me like a dog...

That's when I... stood in your shoes.

Cheers.

And that has been cracked through
the covers and that's it!

The Hurricanes are in the finals!

First they tamed Ranchi in the eliminator,

and now they have decisively beaten
Chennai in the second qualifier.

What a fairy tale run
they've had this PPL!

Hi.

Yeah?

You called me, Vayu.

'Cause you texted.

That was days back.

Anyway, I wanted to congratulate
you on your performance.

You were incredible. Well done.

Look, Rohini, I know you
are with the Hurricanes now.

With Arvind.

I just want you to know
that it's fine, Ro.

All the best for the finals.

Yup. You, too.

But you go tell Arvind one thing.

Regardless of whosoever's help he takes,
that trophy is mine.

The Hurricanes are in the finals.

Arvind Vashishth versus Vayu Raghavan.

It'll be quite something.

Bhaisaab, Ayesha?

Four votes.

But we were expecting six.
How will we get the remaining two votes?

By spending money.

How much?

A lot. It'll cost us a lot.

It's not possible to make it off
of one match.

Betting too much on the spots
will raise suspicion among bookies.

There is only one way to make
that kind of money in the finals,

we have to bet on the result.

We did bet on the results
last time around,

and we know how that turned out.

No more gambling.
We only bet on fixed events.

Fair enough. We can't bet on the results,

but... we can fix Vayu getting out.

You will fix Vayu?

There are other ways to get Vayu out.

Ravi, Nachi and TJ,

any one of them will get Vayu
run out on our signal.

And what if Vayu gets them run out?

All three of them? Improbable.

Besides, umpires are in our pocket, too.

Are you sure about this, Zarina?
Because my whole future depends...

My future is at stake, too, Bhaisaab.

But we are out of options now.

As of now, you're losing the election.

If this plan is successful,
you'll get what you want. And...

And?

I should get what I want.

What do you want?

Hundred percent shares
of the Mumbai Mavericks.

I will be sole owner of the team.

Deal?

You've lost your mind.

Is that a yes?

And what if he wins it, huh?

I mean, look at his form.

He's never gonna stop hitting those
fifties and hundreds, is he?

And you were never gonna make me
captain, were you?

That's not true, TJ.
We both know you are the better player.

And the best person to lead the Mavericks
for many seasons to come.

But what if he wins the finals
for the Mavericks?

How the fuck are you gonna
make me captain then?

That's why I called you here.

Run him out like you did the other guy
in the Bangalore game.

And then, no matter what,
I will ensure that the team management

and even the media support your captaincy.

I promise.

So, what about Vayu?

We have to go with the
law of averages, sir.

Nothing else will work.

Well, Ringo got him out once.

And now we also have Kamran,
who may surprise him.

So I think, we have a damn good chance.

And is that our best chance?

Vayu's only been susceptible
to quick short balls.

But once he's set, then...

Then he'll just devour our spinners.

Especially off-spinners,

which means Devender
also is a risky option.

Is he even back from jail?

Yes, he is.

Rohini!

Vayu... I mean...

Look, I understand if you don't wanna
be part of this discussion...

No, no, Arvind sir. I've said this before,

I want Vayu to win. But in life.

And for that, his ego must lose once.

Okay.

Tisha, what were you saying?

What the hell is this?

What happened?

Save your acting for the screen, Zarina.

These things are always in the news.
Don't take it so seriously.

Why did you do it?

Come on. This news had
to come out eventually.

Already there are so many
rumors on the social media...

Not like this, Zarina. This is your doing.

And ever since I opposed your plan
to remove Vayu from captaincy,

I've become like this thorn in your
pedicured foot, right?

You don't like anyone
who doesn't agree with you.

Please, Mantra, don't flatter yourself.
You're not that important.

You're just a protected,
privileged little... girl,

whose father has handed
her a toy to play with.

And, to my bad luck,
that toy is the Mumbai Mavericks.

Because now I'm the one who has to put up
with your tantrums.

Tantrums? Me? Yet you're the one
who can't talk things through like

an adult, and goes and blabs outside
so it all ends up on social media?

You're really clueless, aren't you?

Do you have any idea what I have to do
to run this team?

And what your papa has to do
to collect funds to run the ICB,

regardless of whether those methods
are right or...

What are you talking about?

Nothing. I've said too... You know what?
I really don't have time for this.

What do you mean about my father?

Nothing. Go and live in your fantasy land
with your boyfriend.

Just don't forget to wave at the camera
every now and then.

I've got real work to do.

Today, I had the chef make you a
traditional South African Bobotie.

I think you'll like it.

Amazing aroma!

Here's to your first successful PPL.

Are you tense about the finals?

You've had a great tournament so far.

How did you like it so far?
I hope you'll continue next year...

Dad... are you in any big problem?

No. Who said this to you?

If you and Zarina want me to quit
the Mavericks, then please just say so.

Because even I want
what's best for the team.

If Zarina has said something to you,

it's probably because she is
under a lot of pressure.

I'm sure she doesn't mean it.
But, I'll talk to her anyway.

Look, Dad, I'm not interested in playing
mind games with Zarina.

But I do need to know

what's the connection
between the Mavericks and your election

that you are forced to indulge
in wrongdoing?

Look, darling, Zarina has had to take
some tough decisions.

For the team, for the ICB.

Right now, everything might seem new
and confusing to you,

but you'll understand things with time.

I promise, I'm not doing anything wrong.
You have nothing to worry about.

Come.

I'll never let you down.

Now can we eat, please?

Arvind.

You've been looking for Vikrant.
Come with me.

Your eyes say that you wanna kill me.
As you can see, someone already tried.

Why am I here?

What needs to be done in every match,

and how it needs to be done,
I'll dictate that.

So this is what I want you to do.

Score a quick twenty-five.

Go for everything.

And then get out
in the last over of the Powerplay.

And whatever you do, your teammates,

Vayu, Moses, and especially Rohini,

shouldn't have the slightest doubt.

So, now your first job will
be in the next match against...

Before you say anything,
it's not my doing.

Like you, I don't have anything to do with
the Mavericks, anymore.

The man behind this is the one
I used to work for.

And for whom Pritish works even today.

The mastermind behind this
cancer of match fixing.

Yashwardhan Patil. Bhaisaab.

I don't trust this video.

Or a single word coming out of your mouth.

I have nothing to gain
by lying to you, Arvind.

Who do you think is trying to kill me?

Sudha, show him.

The profits and losses of Bhaisaab's
operations, after every PPL match.

A shell company.
His daughter's name features in it.

And why are you telling me this?

Because, Arvind Vashishth,

you are the only principled man
in the world of cricket.

If you say there's match fixing
going on in the PPL,

everyone will believe it.

I know...

You don't believe me.

Here. Call Rathore.

Give me up. But before you do...

listen to this.

Hello, Niranjan, Joshi here, AJ.

Yes, AJ?

Stay under twenty tomorrow.

But the closer you are
to twenty, the higher the profits will be.

Payment?

Hey, Niranjan, why are you taking tension?

The whole arrangement would
be the same as always. Okay?

AJ. A bookie we used.

And the other voice is... you know, Suri.

He made one mistake.

And Bhaisaab used that to pressurize him
to do his bidding.

And when his conscience
wouldn't allow it anymore,

he decided to expose Bhaisaab
to protect the game that he so loved.

And that's when he was pushed
over the ledge.

Bhaisaab was responsible for the death
of your friend, Niranjan Suri.

I know what I want. Justice.

What do you want, Arvind Vashishth?

What do you want?

Somehow I thought if I could get Dhawan,
I can fix everything.

I'd avenge Coach Suri's death.

I'd rid cricket of this cancer.

I was so stupid.

I've been playing top-level cricket
for the last fifteen years.

This will be my twenty-fifth final.

But today, for the first time,
I have no interest in playing this match.

Today, I can't even recognize the game
that gave me everything.

To which I owe it all.

I don't recognize it.
I don't understand it.

This thing that Dhawan gave me,

what do I do with it?

Should I forget that Dhawan was the one
who killed Coach Suri?

Or should I ignore the fact that the
president of the Indian Cricket Board

himself fixes the matches?

Vayu! Vayu!

Vayu...

Vayu, I'm ready.

I want to play the final match please.

I know you don't have faith in me,

but just give me one chance!

I swear, I'll set the pitch
on fire with my bowling!

Vayu, please hear me out...
Please, just once...

Vayu!

Where is your kitbag?

Welcome to this year's final of the PPL

between the Haryana Hurricanes
and the Mumbai Mavericks.

Durban's atmosphere is absolutely electric
with equal support for both teams.

Guys, it's the usual eleven.

There are a couple of changes
that I'll come back and talk about.

But first, gotta rush for the toss.

Ladies and gentlemen,
it's time for the toss.

I have Vayu Raghavan and Arvind Vashishth.
Arvind will toss the coin.

-Heads. Tails.
-Yeah. Tails.

Heads it is. Arvind?

We'll bat. Looks like a very good wicket.

Any changes in your team?

No. In fact, we're gonna go
with the same team.

The youngsters have worked really hard

and they are eagerly waiting
to give it their all.

Fair enough. Are you happy chasing?

Absolutely. I mean, we've always
fancied our chances chasing.

So, tonight should be no different.

I think the key is to keep them down
to a reasonable total.

Any changes?

A few. Ravi misses out, Nachi and Vishal
aren't playing and Tyler.

Tyler Jackson isn't playing?
Why? What has happened to him?

It's just part of our strategy.

Interesting. Thanks, guys.
Good luck on the field.

Thank you so much.

Well, that's a bit of a shocker.

Tyler Jackson has been dropped
from the finals.

As are three other key players
for the Mavericks.

Boys, come on, let's go, let's go!

Come on!

Hey, Ringo! Have you been working
on the butterfly ball?

Why do you care?

Give it a shot against Vayu.

Why're you telling me this?

Because that motherfucker just dropped me.

Vayu knows what's going on.

How?

I don't know.
But he dropped all our players.

Now we can't get him runout or fix a spot.

Then we're left with only one option.

Yes. We bet on the result.

Where the hell is Pritish?