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Come on, boys! Come on!
Six balls, 18 runs. Come on, boys. Up the energy!
Come on, Suraj! Come on, Nipun!
The opponents are under pressure!
Come on, boys! Show some energy!
He'll bowl into the body.
Mahi is in top form.
He'll win us the game.
- Excellent! - Nipun, it's okay! Come on!
Nipun, aim for the stumps!
- Only five good deliveries! Come on! - Cross-seam.
- Come on! - Yorker.
He's done for!
Come on!
Terrific yorker, Nipun.
Come on, boys. This game is ours.
Great shot!
Viru...
Showing off for the selectors?
- It was over-pitched, so I whacked it. - Should I whack you?
I got us this far, and you'll finish it?
Take a single and give me the strike.
Okay?
A slower one's coming.
What if it isn't?
I've been smashing it before you were born.
Single.
Come on. Good luck.
Three balls to go! Full energy, boys!
Shot, Viru! Keep it up.
Two.
Throw it!
Come!
No, no, no!
That was an easy two.
What the hell!
Yorker.
Catch it!
Catch it!
Catch!
Catch it!
Don't talk about the selection.
- Why, sir? - You got Viru run out on purpose
to take the strike yourself.
You thought you'd hit a last-ball six like Dhoni?
The team lost because of you.
Try next year.
Sir, I don't have another year.
I begged my father for this year.
I'm getting older. Father is insisting that I work in his shop.
You're already aware of this.
Did I ask you to play the hero today?
- Please understand. - Should I understand?
Or should you?
You missed the bus this year. Nothing to be done.
One minute.
It's still possible, sir. Please put in a word for me.
- Hello. Sir, how are you? - Sir...
- I'm fine. All good, sir. - Sir...
Try next year. Good luck.
- Sir... - No, sir. I wasn't talking to you.
- Yes, sir. - Please, sir.
How's your wife?
Were you selected?
The selectors didn't show up, Papa.
But I played very well.
Even Benny sir said so.
I'll be selected next year for sure.
Next year?
Yeah...
Papa, I need another year.
I warned you this was it.
- The selectors didn't show up. - Is that right?
Yes.
Is "idiot" written on my face?
You weren't selected, and now you're lying to me?
I would have stopped you from playing cricket two years ago,
but your mother insisted I give you more time.
You don't get another day now.
Papa...
Only one more year...
I'll be selected.
Promise.
Just give me another year. Please.
I'm giving you a job in the shop.
Be grateful.
- Stop making a scene. - No, Papa...
Cricket is my life.
I started playing when I was four. I don't know anything else.
Please, Papa.
I want to
make a name for myself.
Don't break my dream. Papa, please.
Your dream?
This dream?
The dream's broken!
Be at the shop tomorrow at 8 a.m.
- Papa... - Tomorrow at 8 a.m.
Papa, please.
Papa, please.
What a coincidence!
Their horoscopes are the same, as are their nicknames.
Mahi!
The perfect bat and ball.
Made for each other!
That's right.
Tell us something about yourself, dear.
I went to school here in Jaipur.
After tenth grade, I studied science...
Topped the tenth-grade exam.
Papa!
After that, she studied science.
She got top marks in 12th grade as well.
- Then she sat her MBBS... - Topped again!
She then started working at Highland Metropolitan Hospital
with Dr. Patwal.
Soon, she'll open her own clinic.
Amazing!
- So independent. - Yes.
Now, it's your turn.
- Excuse me? - Tell us about yourself.
About me?
- What can I say about myself... - What can he say?
This trophy says it all.
"GS Awards congratulates Legendary Sports."
- Wow. - There are many sports shops in Jaipur.
But why did we become number one?
- Why? - Everyone stocks the same goods,
but they don't have that one person,
Jaipur's very own Sundar Pichai!
Fire in his eyes,
depth in his words.
My dear son, Mahendra Agarwal, AKA Mahi!
One day, he said, "All sports shops sell bats,
- why don't we make them as well? - Brilliant!
His masterstroke established Legendary Sports...
Check if Sikander's flight is on time.
Your brother is coming.
Why are you sulking?
Why did you lie to her family?
What should I have said?
"This is my dear son.
Can't bat or look after my shop."
I'm a salesman.
You're defective goods.
So, let me sell things my way.
Don't try to be a hero, you'll be run out at zero.
Siku! Siku! Siku!
Siku! Siku! Siku!
- The manager is here. Where's Sikander? - Siku! Siku! Siku!
Siku! Siku! Siku!
Siku! Siku! Siku!
Siku! Siku! Siku!
Guys, guys, guys!
How do you feel about receiving the Best Son Award?
- I love you, Siku! - How do you feel, sir?
Best son? Good question.
It's not just an award...
- it's a certificate of caliber. - Such wise words!
When he was born, an astrologer said,
- "He's an award, not a son." - Amazing!
TV's Best Son is the best son in real life as well.
Siku! Siku! Siku!
You've done well, Siku.
Look where you've got...
and I haven't even left this room.
No "likes" on the airport photos?
So buy them.
Everyone does. Makes no difference. Just...
Just buy them, okay?
Okay. Bye.
All well?
Yes. Bro...
Is your wedding date finalized?
No, not yet. We're still talking and...
What's up, public? I'm Sikander.
The pride of Rajasthan! The son of Rajasthan!
Meet me tomorrow at 6 p.m. We'll have a ball #AtTheMall.
See you.
Time for a selfie?
I look cool, right?
Mahi sir,
which bat should I buy?
The batter hits the sixes, not the bat.
- Any will do. - What the hell! "Any will do?"
Son, look at this one.
Kookaburra.
You'll finish the game with this bat.
The MRF bat is the medium to set fire to the stadium.
Take the LS bat for fun. See the opposition outrun.
And that's me done.
Your turn.
Guddan!
- Sir? - Show him the bats we have.
Go, son.
The boy's a client, and you're busy reading?
Do you know what you made in sales this month?
Five hundred rupees.
You don't like me lying?
Try being honest with that girl,
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