Mukkabaaz (मुक्काबाज़)

Tell me where's the slaughter-house?

Say "I was taking them for slaughter".

Say "I was taking them for slaughter".

Say it...

Tell me where's the slaughter-house?

Confess it.

Say "I was taking them for slaughter".

Say "I was taking them for slaughter".

Say it on the video now !

Say "I was taking them for slaughter".

"I was taking them for slaughter".

Say it...

Say "I was taking them for slaughter".

Say "I was taking them for slaughter".

Say it...

Isn't he one of our guys ?

No way.

Of course he is !

Damn! You're right! These are our boys !

Too heavy?

No.

What else do we have to get?

We need some coriander.

Do you want to buy it from this shop or that one?

Give me some lemons.

And coriander.

Are you preparing for exams?

Yeah. But...

... education is not going to take me anywhere.

I'd rather focus on my boxing.

Win a bronze at least.

And I can get a recommendation from Bhagwan sir.

Then I can get a government job with either railways or police.

And if that fails too...

... I can always be a bodyguard to a politician or a gangster.

You know that gangster Ansari ?

He represented India at the Commonwealth Games.

His gang-members are state level wrestlers.

You've really done your research !

If that's what you aim for, then why be a boxer!

Be a sharp-shooter !

Stop laughing, shameless !

This is exactly why everyone looks down upon our sports.

Mohan! Just saw your video.

Which one?

In which you lynched the cow-traders.

That wasn't me!

Oh really? Then it must've been your ghost!

Go on... wash that meat!

Wasn't him, my ass!

It's because of sportsmen like you...

...that we barely get medals in any sport, anymore.

Who plays for the sport anymore !

Who gives a damn for sportsmen !

At home, my father belittles me.

Because I chose boxing over my academics. He's like an mp3 on loop!

Then the sports authorities that screw us over with their politics !

I think...

... that my anger with the world will bring out the Mike Tyson in me.

As a coach, I understand these boxers slacking off.

No one believes in exercise and discipline.

Ask them to run a few kilometers ...

... they'll get to a teashop and while away the time.

Got everything, coach.

That's why I make them do chores... carry sacks of wheat -

Listen, keep it inside.

Okay, coach.

And that's how they get their exercise...

...or they start to get lazy.

Where should I keep this?

Sunaina, show him the store room.

None of the ingredients of your meat curry should pollute the sanctity of my home..

Cook your meat outside.

Should I put it here?

I've kept the sack inside.

I've put it in there!

Alright! The entire neighbourhood doesn't need to know!

Not a single plate of meat should come in here.

There's soap at the water pump, eat outside and clean up outside.

Ok.

You guys are still doing this?

What can we do?

Are you guys washing it with soap?!

That's hand-soap!

Woah! That's a lot!

Did 'Boss' butcher an entire goat?

Must be around 10-12 kilos.

Bhagwan sir will have 2 kilos on his own.

Listen ... does boss have a daughter?

No. He has no children.

But the Bhiwani model has already produced six olympian boxers.

The Bhiwani model is crap!

It's a complete copy of the Cuba model.

You expect me to copy an already copied model?

What did you do before becoming a journalist?

I used to play Badminton.

Get the hell off of me!

I asked you to loosen my muscles, not break my bones!

My elbow slipped.

If mine slips, it's really going to hurt you!

Go, get the massage oil.

Years of training and this idiot still doesn't know how to massage.

Wants to be a boxer!

Won't survive a round against the pros!

Quit staring at me! Get the oil!

The pros don't stand a chance against me!

Put me in the ring and see!

What?

You said - "Won't survive against the pros" -

I'm saying they won't survive me!

Try me!

Stop arguing. Get the oil.

Coach, pardon me for saying ...

... but we're training to be boxers. Not masseurs!

You treat us like slaves.

You make us shop, chop, peel and clean!

Those guys are washing meat.

I had to get flour.

Is this how you're going to create a Mike Tyson, coach?

It wasn't my jab, that started the brawl ...

It wasn't my punch, that brought my fall...

Sound of my chains, is silence no more...

The fall of your pride, that had no reason...

This fancy love, my plight to treason...

To speak up the truth, is defiance no more...

Cut and hooks Crips and blood

Broken bones...knee deep in shit...

It had to be...what was to be...

It had to be...what was to be...

It had to be...what was to be...

Brawl and Broil...A Battle Royale...

Brawl and Broil...A Battle Royale...

Black n blue...Kicks in Groin...

You're my friends!

What's happening?!

I really don't want to hit you all...

Shravan, stop!

At least tell us why you're fighting! - Mohan!

Please stop! -Go ask boss!

Power was his sparring game...

For I, to bob and weave...

For a Brawler...

For a Brawler...it's all the same...

a pawn... a knight... a queen...

For every Rabbit punch he threw...

I shadowed, slipped and swung...

Pulled a cross in every round...

A counterpunch that stung...

Broken teeth...Blood and Spit...

Broken bones...Knee deep in shit...

It had to be...What was to be...

It had to be...What was to be...

It had to be...What was to be...

Brawl and Broil...A Battle Royale...

Black n blue...Kicks in Groin...

Brawl and Broil...A Battle Royale...

Brawl and Broil...A Battle Royale...

Black n blue...Kicks in Groin...

It wasn't my jab...that started the brawl...

It wasn't my punch...that brought my fall...

Sound of my chains...is silence no more...

It's time to light the funeral pyre. Your boxing dream is dead.

As long as I - Bhagwan Das Mishra - live

... I won't let you box again.

You better go elsewhere!

Bloody moron!

Get my phone!

Our road to love is rough, O' dear...

A game of hearts, can't bluff, O' dear...

Listen, pass me a towel.

Stop staring, get me a towel.

Are you deaf?

I am asking for a towel!

Can't you hear?

You think I can't see what you are trying to do?

Why did you hit her?

What did she do?!

I asked for a towel.

We heard! All of us did.

So your wife brought you one.

That's what she was trying to tell you.

What are you staring at?

I'll rip your eyes out!

Go outside.

Go outside, Sunaina.

Go!

Doesn't respect elders!

I don't want that filth in my house again..

If I lose my mind someday, I'll chop her head off!

When you know you can't speak for yourself ...

... it's best to bow your head and keep your eyes low.

What?

Nothing.

Can I get a sheet?

Sunaina. That's your name, right?

You must be wondering who is writing to you?

I'm the same boxer whom you saw getting beat up by your uncle.

I've haven't stopped thinking about you since.

Each day is a battle.

I'll tell you my name when me meet face-to-face.