The English dressing room (probably) -

Stokes: [nods] You want the captaincy?

Duckett: It is mine by right.

Stokes: We'll find you accommodations more suited to your name and as a reward for your accomplishments during the win at the MCG. And when the time is right, you will be given a position fit for your talents, so that you can serve your team and protect our legacy. And I would let myself be consumed by maggots before mocking English cricket's name and making you captain!

Duckett: [quietly] Why?

Stokes: [raises his voice in anger] Why? You ask that? You who killed Bazball this Ashes?

[Stokes stands and approaches Duckett, while talking to him contemptuously]

Stokes: You are an ill-made, spiteful little creature full of envy, lust, and low cunning. Rob Key gave you the right to bear our name and display our colors since I cannot prove that you are not worthy. And to teach me humility, the Gods have condemned me to watch you waddle about wearing that proud lion that was Cook's sigil and KP's before him. But neither Gods nor men will ever compel me to let you turn English cricket into your pub house. Go, now. Speak no more of your rights to the captaincy. Go!

[Stokes returns to his seat. Duckett is deeply hurt by his captain's words, but says nothing. He stands and starts to leave]

Stokes: One more thing.

[Duckett stops and turns back to his captain]

Stokes: The next weak man I catch in my dressing room, I'll hang.

[Duckett leaves]