The Spot Fixing Investigations Begin

The usual suspects are seated in a cozy court room, Lord Condon begins the spot fixing investigations with an unrepentant Salman's Butt.

Lord Condon: Salman’s Butt, did you order the fix?

Yawar Saeed: You don't have to answer the question

Salman’s Butt: I'll answer the question. You want answers?

LC: I think I'm entitled to them.

SB: You want answers?

LC: I WANT THE TRUTH!

SB: You can't handle the truth.

SB: We play in a game which has money and that money needs to earned by men with talent. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Giles Clarke? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Amir and curse his teammates. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Amir’s no ball, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that field. You NEED me on that field. You use words like honour, code, loyalty. You use these words as the backbone of the life spent defending something. We use these words as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very entertainment that I provide and that questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise I suggest you pick up a bat or a ball and take the field. Either way, I don't give a DAMN what you think you are entitled to.

LC: Did you order the fix?

SB: I did the job...

LC: DID YOU ORDER THE FIX?

SB: YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT I DID!!!

Yawar Saeed's face falls, and with it the Pakistan flag slips to half mast.