Dangal (दंगल)

Has it come on?

No.

NOW?

No.

NOW?

No.

NOW?

Turn the damn thing properly!

Welcome to the wrestling area at the Seoul Olympics.

Looking forward to an exciting match today.

It's come on.

Shall I come down?

No.

Stand there holding it.

The final match this Olympics in the 72-kilo category

between wrestlers from Russia and America.

It's really sad that

despite wrestling being such a popular sport in India

Indian wrestlers have disappointed in the Olympics.

Even though our boys can bring home medals

where is the support?

There are no money and no facilities.

How will our boys win medals?

If a medal could be won with words

you would have won one a long time ago.

Are you new here?

That's what I thought.

Try stepping into a wrestling arena someday.

You'll run for your life before the match begins.

It looks like you've done it many times.

Run for your life.

If this were an arena we'd see who could run.

Why do we need an arena?

Now the moment we were all waiting for:

The stage is all set for a big fight.

There's palpable excitement in the air.

Both wrestlers are walking

towards the fight.

You're completely right, Tom.

It looks like it's going to be an interesting bout.

The crowd seems excited.

The wrestlers have come face to face.

Let's see how it plays out.

The customary handshake.

The referee's whistle and the match begins!

He's down!

He's down!

An early thrashing for the Russian wrestler.

Overconfidence can often prove fatal.

Bro, do you want to try once more?

Now the wrestlers are gearing up for the next round.

Yes, Tom. This match doesn't look so easy as it seemed.

Let's see what happens now.

The 2 wrestlers testing each other.

A great attack! An equally superb defense.

And that was a magnificent move!

What an amazing move!

He didn't know what hit him.

Here's an attack.

And that's a counterattack!

And it's over!

It's all over.

David has become Goliath

and Goliath has become David here.

Well said, Torn.

No one expected such a quick defeat for the Russian wrestler.

What a match!

This is top class wrestling.

You're good.

You've just defeated a state level champion.

Don't be disheartened, buddy.

You've just lost to a national-level champion.

Meet my uncle

Mahavir Singh Phogat.

He quit wrestling many years ago

but wrestling hasn't quit on him.

The smaller kid will win.

There you go!

Just building a good body doesn't make a wrestler.

Come here, kid.

Wrestling runs in the blood. You have to be born with it.

Here. Buy yourself some milk.

Bless you.

When there's no food on your plate what will you eat? Medals?

No one gives a damn about wrestling.

Just take up the job you're being offered.

Why did you quit wrestling?

I had no choice.

Wrestling gave me respect, fame

but it couldn't give me money

so I took this job.

Every wrestler dreams

of bringing honor and glory to the country

but if the country offers no support

how far can a wrestler go?

It's not your fault that you couldn't win a medal for your country.

How long will you let these memories depress you?

What I couldn't do, our son will.

He'll win gold for our country.

Our flag will fly the highest.

Mark my words.

That day uncle was as anxious as a student

whose high school results were due.

Don't worry, brother.

It's going to be all right.

It's a girl.

Uncle was hoping for a boy

but a girl was born.

It's OK.

You have a sister now, Omkar.

I was genuinely happy

but uncle was faking it

and then it all started:

Suddenly everyone in the village was an expert

in the art of conceiving a boy.

Feed a black cow sweets made with white sesame seeds

wrapped in maize flatbreads, with your left hand, before sunrise.

A son, for sure!

Mahavir, here's a special prayer for a son.

Recite it every day.

Here. Eat this.

Eat this!

Stop, will you.

Mahavir

make sure you only try on a Sunday.

On every other day, reign in your urges.

Got it?

Nor did people stop giving their advice.

Here you go, son.

Nor did uncle and aunt stop acting on them.

The day of the delivery arrived and so did half the village

to take credit for a son.

Geeta, you're going to have a brother.

You can play with him.

It's a girl.

Uncle get no son

and the villagers, no credit

but in all these "unfailing techniques"

where did the fault lie?

She must have fed a black buffalo instead of a black cow.

Or else, look at my cousin from Rohtak.

She had 3 healthy boys in 3 years.

If you say the prayer in reverse

the results will be reversed too.

Self control is a virtue.

I told him to try only on Sundays.

He must have let go of the reins every day.

I couldn't give you a son.

It's not your fault.

And don't get me wrong.

Both Geeta and Babita are very dear to me

but only a boy can fulfil my dream.

Years went by.

Uncle remained adamant

he wanted a boy

but maybe God was adamant too.

The third child was a girl

and so was the fourth.

This time I was dejected too.

Food's ready, papa.

Turn it over or it'll burn.

After that, uncle gave up on his desire for a son, and on his dream too.

Hey, Mahavir Singh!

What's wrong with him?

Are you coming to watch the wrestling match this evening?

No. You carry on.

Hey, Mahavir!

I've been blessed with a boy.

Here. Have some sweets.

What's going on?

Look how badly they've been thrashed.

Say something!

Yes, look how badly they've been thrashed.

They're all swollen and bruised.

Yes, they're all swollen and bruised.

Why did you beat them up?

I didn't, uncle.

Geeta and Babita beat them.

They started it.

He called me a loser and Babita a witch

so we gave it to them.

They beat them so badly? For such a petty reason?

Yes, they shouldn't have beaten them so badly.

Please forgive them. They're kids.

We're letting them go because they're your girls.

Move!

They got thrashed by girls!