Golden dreams
And great heartache
Churn in the depth of the soul of
This river called life
When great mountains lay in its path
It cuts deep gorges through the rock
To keep flowing!
This unstoppable
Inexhaustible river
It is called life
The river of life
Lord Shiva!
If only death can give me redemption,
then take my life!
But this boy must live
He must live for his mother who awaits his return.
He must live to ascend the throne of Mahishmati.
Mahendra Baahubali must live!
Dear me!
What are you waiting for? Hurry!
Hey! Be careful!
-What happened? -I am not sure, sire.
With all the jewelry on her, she must've been a queen or something.
Before she died, her finger was pointing up there.
Sire!
What happened?
Looks like they were here to kill her.
But she got the better of them.
Sire!
Oh my God! A cave!
We never knew this existed!
I think it goes all the way to the top of the mountain!
The lady was holding the baby up, pointing to the top.
Maybe she wanted us to take it back there!
Are you out of your mind?
They sent soldiers to kill an infant!
What dangers do you think await him
-if you send him back there? -But, Sanga...
This is my baby.
I have no children
and the River Goddess has given this boy to me.
If anyone of you object, I'll trample upon your necks.
What are you waiting for? Seal the cave!
Shiva!
My dear, what are you doing here?
What is up there, mother?
There are ghosts and demons up there!
They prey on little kids!
But I want to go up there.
There you go again! Let's go.
How many times have I told you not to climb up there?
Why do you keep doing it?
My darling, you won't do it again, right?
Looks like, he will make it this time.
No way! Look at the water mountain!
It goes way up into the clouds.
How many times has he fallen from hundred feet?
At least a hundred times.
You bet, he is going to come sliding down again.
Shiva!
Your mother is upto something there!
Shiva, Shiva, Shiva.
That's fifteen!
Pour another 101 times and your prayers will be answered!
Sage, if I do this, will my son listen to me?
Will he stop trying to climb up that mountain?
Of course! This is a powerful ritual!
Pour this water over Shiva with all your heart
and He will guide your son onto the right path.
-Alright! O! Sage. -Hail Shiva!
Mother, you are not getting younger, are you?
It won't help you if you run around so much!
-Out of my way! -Mother, please listen to me!
Why should I? Do you ever listen to me?
Father, can you please tell her to stop?
-Sanga? -What?
-Where are the flowers? -Father!
-Let go of me!
All right! Let me do it on your behalf. All right?
No way! Lord Shiva won't accept it.
The one who took the oath will have to pour the water!
Carry on with what you are doing.
Hail Lord Shiva!
-Mother. -What is it now?
How about I carry you
and you can pour the water over Lord Shiva? Fine?
No way! Lord Shiva won't accept it.
The one who took the oath will have to pour water
and she must also fetch it.
Are you and your Shiva planning to kill my mother?
How can I know what Lord Shiva is thinking?
Lord Shiva!
Sanga!
See what your lad is up to now!
What has he done now?
Shiva, stop!
You will go to hell for this blasphemy! Shiva, stop!
Shiva.
Shiva, wait.
The celestial river agitatedly Moving through His matted hair
Which makes His head shine With those soft waves
His forehead shining Like a brilliant fire
The crescent of moon Which is an ornament to His head
Makes my mind love Him Each and every moment
Who is he and where he comes from?
He brought with him eternal light Spreading everywhere
His strong arms can turn The tide of history
River Bhagirathi Lord Shiva heads towards you
Look at this great irony
The consort of the sportive Daughter of the mountain
Whose mind rejoices At Her side long glances
With the stream of merciful look Which removes hardships
Makes my mind take pleasure in Him
Who wears the directions as apparel
With the lustrous gem
On the serpent's hood in His matted locks
He, who is with His bride Whose face is decorated
By the melting of red saffron vermillion
And who wears on His shoulder The hide of the elephant
Which was blind with ferociousness
Makes my mind happy And contented in Him
Who is the leader of demons
Mother!
Not just a thousand showers for your Lord,
He will bathe all the time now. Are you happy now?
Yes.
Sage, it played out just like you predicted!
My son hasn't looked up at that waterfall since.
Never underestimate Lord Shiva's power.
But now he sits staring at the wooden mask
that fell on the Shivalingam from above.
What's going on?
Lord Shiva works in mysterious ways.
Only He would know.
A small doubt. It was my son who bathed that idol, wasn't it?
Will that help him climb up the mountain
or will Shiva stay here as Sanga wished him to be?
To hell with your doubts. My son did it for me!
My wish will be fulfilled. Isn't that right?
Lord Shiva's wish prevails. Hail Lord Shiva!
What did he say?
Shiva!
How long are you going to sit holding that wooden mask?
There is somebody up there.
Maybe there is, but your mother is calling out to you.
-Let us go home. -Go ahead. I will come later.
Let's go, boys.
Who are you? Why did you come to me?
My heart is lost
Like a drop in the waves
I am the one whose eyes shine Amidst the stars
My voice echoes through streams Listen to me!
The persevering one Your bravery will take you forward
You leap higher and higher Firm and stable and determined
The persevering one Your bravery will take you forward
You leap higher and higher Firm and stable and determined
I breathe for you and only you
Come and let us live together
Let me tell you something, my love
I chose you as my soul mate
Whether I stumble and fall With haste I will come
I am but a sudden gust of wind I stop for no one
Even if mountains stop me
I will blow it to pieces in no time
He is strong Without an equal adversary who can fight
His anger will cause new fears in his foes
He is strong Without an equal adversary who can fight
His anger will cause new fears in his foes
You came out of nowhere
With a gift of love
Drop a word and I swear
I will give up my life for you
Scaling peak impossible His blood flows like a rivulet
His sturdy body, a weapon Hail this hero of the world
Destructive in the air and sky Can win with his roar of war
A ferocious warrior will become Soft-hearted afterwards
Killer of fear ocean of wealth
After his arduous struggle Healing calm sets over him
Killer of fear ocean of wealth
After his arduous struggle Healing calm sets over him
Killer of fear ocean of wealth
After his arduous struggle Healing calm sets over him
The persevering one Your bravery will take you forward
You leap higher and higher Firm and stable and determined
The persevering one Your bravery will take you forward
You leap higher and higher Firm and stable and determined
The persevering one
Hey, warrior, come closer
Hey, handsome, you are mine
Hey!
Hey! Stop!
Stop!
Over there!
Kasi!
It is a trap. Kill them!
Dear God!
Where did you get it from?
One of your men sneaked into our kingdom.
He tried to rescue Devasena. We killed him.
It was on his wrist. I took it from him.
I don't know anything else.
Let me go! Let me...
Bury the dead and leave no traces.
Dilip also has... attained martyrdom, chief!
Don't let your tears out.
That monster from the palace has imprisoned our princess
and has her shackled right in the town square.
Our Queen Devasena is being treated like cattle in a fair.
Our pride and honor is injured and we suffer in silence.
It is not time to shed tears.
It is time to breathe fire.
Have you forgotten your solemn oath?
We will remember it till our last breath.
To meet our goal
-we will clash with thunder. -We won't lose courage.
-Come hell or high water. -We will be brave!
-Or death that splits us in pieces. -We won't budge!
We shall rescue Devasena!
If we are to achieve our goal...
Attachments become our weakness
and there is no place for joy or celebrations.
Our body is dedicated to our lost motherland, Kuntala Kingdom
and soul exists only to free Devasena.
My leader
I heard many good things about a warrior called Kattappa of Mahishmati.
I heard he is a good man. Couldn't we ask him to help?
Karikala Kattappa Nadaar.
He is indeed a good man.
He can help us if he wants to.
But... he won't.
Kattappa is a slave to the throne of Mahishmati.
Kattappa.
A sword trader, Sheik Aslam Khan from Kabul is here to see you.
The ore is extracted from the depths of Baghdad mines.
Purified in the furnaces of the Golan Mountains.
Crafted by the best blacksmiths in Persia.
With this in hand
even a child can slice through ten banyan trees.
I call this the Sikander.
The Pride of Swords.
A wonderful sword.
But forgive me, Aslam, this cannot match our speed.
How insulting!
Spoken words and spilled blood can never be taken back.
Duel with my sword and prove the worth of your words.
Does that prove my point, Kattappa?
I have traveled across the world China, Persia, Mongolia, Greece.
But I've never seen a warrior like you.
It will be an honor to break bread with you.
-Please come, Kattappa. -Please forgive me, Aslam.
Slaves here do not dine with royal guests.
Slave?
You are the head of the armory, how can you be a slave?
Yes, Aslam. A slave like you have never seen before.
He forges the weapons for war.
During wars, he must guard the king with his own life.
After the war, he should lay by his feet.
Tell me, what will it cost to buy your freedom?
I will pay 10, even 100 times that to buy your freedom.
You cannot put a price on this slave, Aslam.
My ancestors pledged that everyone born into our clan
will serve the throne of Mahishmati for life.
For a pledge that ancestor made who are long-forgotten...
you are still...
People who made the pledge are dead
but their word still lives on, Aslam.
I'll be tied to this land till my last breath.
If loyalty has a face... it is you, Kattappa.
If you ever need anything
please don't ever forget that you have a lifelong friend.
-Vaishali. -Hmm.
-Where are you going? -I will be right back.
We have a golden opportunity to fulfill the oath we have taken.
They are celebrating Bhallaladeva's birthday
on the next new moon.
The entire kingdom will be busy with the celebrations.
The opportunity to free Queen Devasena...
-Give me the opportunity, sir! -Chief, let me go!
This time, I offer this honor to Avanthika.
Avanthika!
What is this, Avanthika?
Where did this come from?
You focused on your beauty more than your oath!
You cannot put your life at stake
since you love yourself so much.
You are not worthy of this honor. Leave us!
These tears are not a reflection of my cowardice...
nor do they come from pain.
They are a testament to my boiling blood.
If you can feel their intensity...
then let me go.
You have to leave in two days. So get ready.
Be careful and get the job done, Avanthika.
If you get caught because of your own neglect,
Bhallaladeva will torture you mercilessly before he kills you.
May Mahishmati always be indestructible
Through passage of time indisputable
May all its endeavors be victorious
Until the sun, moon, stars shine glorious
Felicity and glory reigns supreme here
A flourished kingdom, happy subjects
Once peace ruled here
Mahishmati's greatness and glory
Let the flag exemplify With this emblem sky high
A golden throne flanked by horses two
Imprinting the glory of Mahishmati true
Your Majesty, it is just been two days since we caught that bull in the forest.
We haven't broken it yet. It is quite dangerous...
Minister!
It would take ten such bulls to intimidate Bhallaladeva.
Please come.
Stamp him, Bhalla!
Yes!
Kill him, father.
Did you see, grandfather?
His Majesty overpowered the bull.
Glory to the king!
That was a great feat.
Great!
Bravo, Your Majesty!
Bhallaladeva!
Father!
He did it!
-Have you ever seen a mightier warrior! -No, Prince!
Your loyalty amuses me, Kattappa.
I know deep in your heart you nurture this desire to kill me.
Yet you put your life on the line to save mine.
How do you do it?
How do you manage to do this?
All right! You deserve it! Ask for a reward.
Ask for anything!
Your Majesty!
You have been holding Devasena captive for 25 years.
Please set her free.
So be it. Since I have given you my word.
Go and kill Devasena and set her free!
There is no greater liberation than death! Go head!
No?
Then let her suffer.
Not just another 25 years, but till she dies.
Hey old hag! Get up!
Hey! Get up.
Devasena, I hope there is nothing lacking in your torture!
You chose him over me.
So where is he now?
Tell me the truth, Devasena.
In all these years,
have you ever heard anyone even utter his name?
On those long and dark night, amid the desperate silence
and in the clunk of your shackles
did you ever hear his name?
No.
Mahishmati has forgotten him, Devasena!
They neither talk about him anymore
nor do they remember him.
There are only two people in this kingdom that remember him.
You and I.
You remember him as you want to see him before you die.
I remember him as I want to kill him again
with my bare hands.
But both our wishes will remain unfulfilled.
Lady Devasena!
You should accept it at least now.
You just have to say yes
and I will break these shackles and set you free.
Do you want to be a prisoner for all your life?
No, Kattappa.
My son will come and he will set me free.
How can your dead child come back for you?
My son is alive.
He will come looking for me!
You are suffering for your son
who is no longer alive.
Please get a grip on yourself.
I won't get a chance like this again.
The guards on the night shift will be here any moment.
Please agree!
Please accept it.
I am begging you here but you're busy with these silly things!
Kattappa, do you think I am picking twigs because I'm crazy?
This is a funeral pyre!
I'll burn Bhallaladeva and reduce him to ashes
and that's why I'm building a funeral pyre.
My son will come
he will drag that animal and place him on this pyre.
My son will make me light the pyre while Bhalla is still alive.
Bhallaladeva will scream in terror and his screams will reverberate
beyond the walls of Mahishmati.
My son will come!
What happened, Avanthika?
Last night someone tattooed my hand right at this spot.
He will come back once he sees me.
Avanthika, something's on your shoulder.
Avanthi...
-Go. I will see you later! -Avanthi, listen!
You saw the painting on your shoulder? Did you like it?
Why that sour face? Can't you smile a little?
Oh My God!
Hey! What is with the arrows?
You want to kill this hunk of a man!
-Who are you? -That is better.
My name is Shiva. I come from village Ambuli.
I climbed this huge mountain just for you...
What a girl!
See, you should listen. Now you are in a hole.
Avanthika?
-Now tell me who are you? -I am telling the truth.
-I climbed up the mountain -Shut up.
It is possible only for the likes of the great Lord Shiva!
That is what I am saying. I am Shiva!
I will tell you. I will tell you everything.
But before that I have to ask you one thing.
-What? -Who are you?
Who are you?
You got a sword in your hand.
Not to mention body armor, sparks flying from your eyes.
I am not asking about this mask of yours!
I want to know the one that is hidden beyond it.
Shall I tell you?
You are a woman and I am a man.
I have come here to love you.
Now... that hurts.
This is mine.
I dropped it near the waterfall.
Did you really scale the mountains to reach me?
Just for me?
I came all the way just to see the smile behind the mask.
I still don't see it.
Birds chirp and ask you to take me along
Let there be thirst for love And let our love grow
Listen to what my heart echoes
Let the time stand still And while love makes us alive
The life I lived all these years Has no value
But now I want to live for you
I made a pact with my heart
I will be born a hundred times for you
Birds chirp and ask you to take me along
Let there be thirst for love And let our love grow
I will write our love saga on the skies
Let us be together For the rest of our lives
Write it with your eyes
And make my heart your canvas
Being in love is so lovely
The life I lived all these years Has no value
But now I want to live for you
I made a pact with my heart
I will be born a hundred times for you
Birds chirp and ask you To take me along
I am growing thirsty for love Let there be love
Listen to what my heart echoes
Let the time stand still And while love makes us alive
This is something the world has never seen.
A hundred-foot tall golden statue.
Even the gods don't get this honor.
Once this is erected,
your son, our King Bhallaladeva's prestige
will spread far and wide in the entire world.
-Are all the arrangements done? -Yes, Your Majesty!
There will be celebrations galore.
The applause and the din will be unprecedented, my lord!
Avanthika...
Frisk her!
Attack!
Baahubali?
My Lord! Forgive me, my lord! Please don't kill me!
My Lord! Forgive me, my lord.
Forgive me.
Shiva!
Please forgive me, Shiva.
I didn't know what else to do.
I cannot let go of you nor can I abandon my duty...
You are mine, Avanthika.
Everything that is yours is mine.
I also share your obligation.
I don't know who Devasena is.
If your goal is to set her free...
then I will bring her back!
This is my word.
The pyre is lit and I feel choked
Nevertheless there is A yearning in my heart
Will there be sunrise again
Ask these shackles of mine?
O Kingdom! See who comes your way
Mahishmati, you can breathe now.
My son is back.
Baahubali is back!
Hurry! Move it!
Once the king's statue is erected, everyone must applaud!
No worries!
It is a hundred-foot statue.
Won't it take a sacrifice of at least 200 heads?
Thank you.
Baahubali?
-Baahubali? -Baahubali.
-Baahubali! -Baahubali!
-Move it! -Baahubali! Baahubali!
Hey!
Who was that?
Baahubali! Baahubali!
Baahubali!
-My son left 15 days ago! -Hold this.
He hasn't returned yet.
I wonder if he is all right.
Our son carried Lord Shiva's idol all by himself.
What can happen to him?
If he is all right, why isn't he back?
Maybe he found his family.
He must have realized we are his foster parents.
-Will he never return? -Sanga.
Will he not call me mother again?
People, hurry up, will you?
Come on.
Earlier you saw the fire in my eyes and trusted me to carry out the mission.
Once again I request you to have that belief in me.
I know Shiva will rescue Queen Devasena. Come with me.
All right.
Mahasena!
Who says that Baahubali,
the one who showed us the righteous path is no more?
I am nothing, but a living dead.
You are dead and yet you are alive in people's heart.
Baahubali! Baahubali!
The echo still lingers in these walls.
It felt like it was his statue that was being erected!
Did the people express their pent-up feelings?
Or did they see someone?
No! Impossible!
Let's question the soldiers on duty
and ask them who uttered the name and why.
Then the truth will come out, grandfather.
What are you doing here?
-I... -The king has ordered us to come.
Let's go.
Who among you first uttered Baahubali's name?
Am I talking to these walls?
Speak! Or I will have your tongues cut off!
-We don't know it was, my lord. -Stop it!
Bunch of idiots as you are! Didn't anyone of you see him?
I saw him, my lord!
I have seen those eyes before!
-Bhadra! I want him alive. -Let us go!
Hey, who are you?
There he is! Catch him.
Catch him!
That way!
Sound the alarm!
I've come to rescue you.
Kattappa, a marauder has entered the palace
and he set fire to the king's chambers!
You should head north.
Kattappa, chop off his legs and hands, but I want him alive.
-As you say, My Prince! -I want him alive!
Come on!
The alarm!
Attack!
Get up!
Lousy old hag!
All these years of punishment for your infidelity and still no shame!
The moment you see a man, you take off with him!
Kattappa! He is going to kill me! He is going to kill me!
My Prince!
It is my duty to protect you!
To get to you...
he has to go through me first!
Kattappa!
Devasena!
Attack!
They are coming for Devasena. Stop them.
Hail Bhavani!
Shiva!
Siddha!
Mahasena!
Anila!
Baahubali!
You resurrected our lost hope.
You made a great warrior out of him and brought him back to us.
Kingdom of Mahishmati will be eternally grateful to you.
My mother looks at me
with sadness and not the usual affection.
I don't know who they are
and yet they look at me like I am their God!
I have never seen this lady before
and yet her festering wounds...
makes my blood boil and I feel her pain. Why?
Who am I?
You are the son of our savior Amarendra Baahubali.
You are the soothing balm for your mother Devasena
who awaited your return for 25 years.
You are alive today
because Queen Mother Sivagami made the ultimate sacrifice.
It all goes back to 50 years.
The Kingdom of Mahishmati was established
by your grandfather King Vikramadeva.
Though elder, Bijjaladeva was not crowned
because of his conniving nature.
Bijjaladeva thought he was being discriminated for being a cripple.
He bottled up all his rage.
The king died after a few years.
He was survived by his subjects
and the queen who was six months pregnant.
Three months passed by and Mahishmati continued to mourn.
The king's sister-in-law and Bijjaladeva's wife, Sivagami
took up the reins of the kingdom.
Being an astute woman
she focused on the welfare of the people
and defense of the kingdom.
She could hear the howls of the jackals
making their move towards the throne.
It was a dark new moon night.
The queen was in labor.
We could not save the queen, my lady!
It is a boy!
Baahubali!
The empty throne reminds me of a widow's forehead.
So I will take the throne and restore it to its former glory!
Hail Marthand!
You swore a solemn oath to be loyal to this throne.
A revolt at a time when the kingdom mourns
goes against every tenet of being a warrior, Marthanda!
Being a leader is the first tenet of being a warrior, Minister.
Sivagami Devi?
All those who support the royal family step to one side.
Who will support a woman, Sivagami?
Kattappa!
They have soiled Mahishmati with their revolt.
Wash it off with their blood!
How can you stand and watch
while our people are being hacked to death?
Move! Kill that slave and Sivagami!
Kill Kattappa!
You bribed and bought my people! How conniving!
Not conniving, Marthanda. It is called the statecraft!
Lady, you are a born statesman and a warrior
and we had the privilege to witness it.
Please ascend the throne and rule Mahishmati!
No, Minister. I don't belong here.
Who belongs here?
What kind of a question is that, Minister?
It belongs to my son, Bhallaladeva.
Tell him, Sivagami!
Both my sons have an equal right to the throne.
The one with more valor, compassion and wisdom
will be crowned the king of Mahishmati.
This is my word and my word is the law!
You found
In her an ocean of affection
"May you live long"
"My dear Baahubali"
Ambrosia and venom
Mind is where they both get churned
The scion of Mahishmati
the heir to the throne The only one Baahubali
He roars like a lion in the battlefield
Rest for now.
He is nothing, but a thunderstorm
Kattappa, I am very hungry.
Can I have some?
My Prince!
Why are you standing? Please sit down.
Now give me some food.
My Prince, you shouldn't be here
and you shouldn't break bread with us.
I am hungry. Your lectures won't help me.
There is a spread of delicacies ready for you in your royal chambers.
I know. What is wrong with this food?
Just the aroma is making my mouth water.
You know what is wrong, My Prince.
You are royalty and we are slaves.
All right! As the Prince of Mahishmati, I command you.
Feed me, uncle.
Now has risen the sword that will condemn
Now flies the arrow that will pierce
His enemies remain astonished.
They don't know where to run or hide
Bhallaladeva!
Well done, Bhalla!
When I become the king, you will be my commander!
Both the princes have excelled
in their training as warriors and scholars.
They stand as equals.
How are you going to decide who will be crowned, Queen Mother?
God has blessed both my sons with equal strengths.
Now he is testing me
with the difficult decision I have to make!
Make their next challenges much more harder.
Before Queen Mother could decide who would ascend the throne,
she was faced with a new crisis.
That crisis was Saketa, her trusted man.
Saketa killed the guards and made off with our military secrets.
-Summon the princes! -As you wish.
The young princes desperately searched for
the traitor in neighboring kingdoms.
Finally, they found out that he was hiding
in a den of thieves called Singapuram.
It is a lawless place where bandits
thieves and murderers gathered and mingled.
Strangers who drew attention to themselves
were in mortal danger.
-I have never seen you before. -I just got here.
A hidden dagger! What is it for?
Are you a spy?
If our guards were this good...
We wouldn't have had the opportunity to see so many different kingdoms.
Swords or smarts?
Whichever is sharper.
Do you have a drink?
Big one?
Much bigger?
Do you have money?
I need something large enough for all my brothers!
Look what is happening there!
Come on!
Not just booze. There is a lot more here.
Intoxication tonight Your magic gets me high
Your love surrounds me, my love
Let your lips find mine
Come and steal myself from me
You are the charming one
Your words are as intoxicating
As a bunch of ripe grapes Soaked in honey
You know way to my heart You are the key to my soul
Let me drink this love potion
You are mine, just mine
Intoxication tonight Your magic gets me high
Your love surrounds me, my love
Take me in your strong arms I want to live
You got the magic no one has
You are something I want to lose myself in
I want to be your and make you mine, too
Come and enjoy me
You are the charming one
Yes, I am
You are the charming one
Don't shoot me with love daggers
Please listen to me, my love
Let me drink this love potion
You are mine, just mine
Intoxication tonight Your magic gets me high
Your love surrounds me, my love
Instead of being tortured by you, I should..
Bhalla!
Kattappa.
Who did you sell our secrets to? Tell me!
Kalakeya!
The Kalakeyas don't believe in tactical attack.
There is no limit to their morbidity.
If they barge into the kingdom...
they will kill every innocent child...
and violate every woman.
They will destroy and burn everything.
These threats might scare small kingdoms.
We have a standing army of 25,000 soldiers.
Why should we be scared?
-How big is the Kalakeya army? -One hundred thousand.
When wild bulls barge into the crops
and when the Kalakeyas plunder, all you get is barren land.
We have to defend our kingdom
and we have to attack our enemies at the same time.
What military strategy should we use to attack?
The trident strategy.
That's from the textbooks. No one has ever used it.
You want to go to war with something untested?
If no one has used it
the Kalakeyas wouldn't expect it either.
That is why we should implement it.
-I second the plan. -I approve it.
It is the only way into our kingdom.
Kattappa, how many soldiers do you need to stop them?
Five thousand, Queen Mother!
I will use armor and spears to erect a wall of iron.
I will turn it into an impregnable fortress.
I will command the forces to the north.
I will take responsibility for the south.
According to our sources,
the Kalakeya chief will stand back
and send half his army forward.
Our military formation and our weapons
can repel that kind of attack for three hours.
But we have to kill the chief during that time.
Their army, without a chief, will scatter!
In the middle of that battle,
both princes with their cavalry
will attack the Chief from two sides.
It will take them at least three hours
by the time they launch a counter attack on us.
That will be enough, mother. Victory will be ours.
Half that time will be enough to behead him.
Great!
This will also solve the conundrum of who should be the king.
Yes! The one who kills the Kalakeya chief
will ascend the throne of Mahishmati!
-My Lord has the perfect solution. -Yes.
Divide the rest of the army equally between the princes!
Bhalla, Baahu.
This is the opportunity to pay tribute to your motherland!
Accept it.
-Hail Mahishmati! -Hail Mahishmati!
Your uncle has treated you unfairly.
He has only given you tools to breach a fort.
Of what use will those be in an open battlefield?
The arrow-machines and the swords chariot, all went to Bhallaladeva!
You should have objected, Baahu!
Your son shall ascend the throne of Mahishmati.
-You hoodwinked Baahubali... -Hoodwinked?
If he can't even demand the right army, the right weapons
what is he going to do on the battlefield tomorrow?
I made the strong one even stronger.
It is not cheating, it is statecraft!
-Hey! Who is it? -Forgive me, My Lord!
Prince Baahubali asked us to pull out the tents and bring them to him.
Huh?
Welcome, Bhallaladeva!
-Invincible! -Invincible!
Welcome, Baahubali!
Baahubali! Baahubali!
Baahu, it is a time-honored ritual.
If you don't sacrifice the animal the soldiers will take it as a bad omen.
Yes, My Prince!
If you don't offer the sacrifice before you go to war,
the Goddess will be angry.
Why quench the Goddess's thirst with the blood of this innocent animal...
when my own blood can be offered?
-Hail Mahishmati! -Hail Mahishmati!
Hail Mahishmati!
Mahishmati will be forgiving and benevolent!
This is your last chance.
Drop your weapons and run and we will spare your lives.
I heard that you promised both your sons
that the one who kills me would be made king.
And if both of them die at my hands?
I will conquer you and your kingdom
and then I will have a son with you.
You can make him the king!
I want him alive.
I want him to be alive even after his arms and legs
are cut off and he lies in a pool of blood!
The vultures should pluck out his eyes and feast on his guts.
He should be alive.
-Kattappa! -My Lady!
Blow the conch to begin the battle.
It is ready.
Arm the weapon.
Load it!
On Baahubali's command!
Get ready!
Get in positions!
Attack!
-Well done, Baahubali! -Well done.
Soldiers. Attack.
Attack!
Hold! Hold strong!
Swords group, step forward!
Hold strong!
Trident strategy begins!
Bhallaladeva!
My Prince?
-My Prince! -Army!
Hold it
Hold your lines! Hold them!
Our defenses are in tatters.
For the first time, an enemy flag flutters over on Mahishmati soil.
This is the death of us. Death!
Death! Death!
Death!
Soldiers!
What is death?
To think that the enemy is stronger than our resolve is death!
Cowardice on the battlefield is death!
That brute insulted our mother and he is still alive.
Instead of presenting his decapitated head at her feet,
we are turning our backs to him and that is death!
I will ride on to annihilate that death!
No rogue can ever harm my mother or my motherland.
I am about to rip them apart and proclaim my war cry!
Who is with me?
Me!
-Who will die with me? -Me!
-Who will vanquish that death and live on? -Me!
Me!
Hail Mahishmati!
Sethupaty!
I want him alive when the vultures pluck out his eyes
and feast on his guts.
His limbs are to be cut off and his blood should flow!
My son!
Bhallaladeva! Bhallaladeva!
My son!
My brave son... killed Kalakeya
and won the battle!
To the future king, Bhallaladeva!
Hail Bhallaladeva! Hail Bhallaladeva!
Bhallaladeva's valor will be talked about in Mahishmati
for generations to come!
Tales of his victory will be etched on shrines and temples.
Today, I proclaim my son, Bhallaladeva
as the Commander of the armed forces of Mahishmati!
I proclaim Baahubali as the King of Mahishmati!
Sivagami, what sort of a decision is this?
My son, our son, killed the Kalakeya chief!
You saw it with your own eyes!
He has to be the king! Only him!
The merits of a king are not evaluated
by the number of enemies he has killed
but by the number of his own people he has saved.
During the battle
Bhallaladeva's focus was only in vanquishing the enemy.
Baahubali, while killing the enemy
also managed to save his subjects.
That is the difference between a soldier and a king.
If you kill a hundred men
you will be called a great warrior.
But if you save one life, you will be called God!
So, saving a couple of common men is now the qualification to rule?
Baahubali will be crowned
the King of Mahishmati on an auspicious day.
That is my word and my word is law!
Baahubali! Baahubali!
Amarendra Baahubali!
Glory to him!
Amarendra Baahubali!
Glory to him!
My Shiva is the son of such a great king!
We are so glad to hear about him.
I wish we can see the great man once!
He is no more.
The savior is no more!
You said no enemy could come near him.
You said even the weapons were wary of him?
How did such a great warrior die?
More grievous than the wound of a sword or a spear...
is a stab in the back, Mahendra.
Who? Who was it?
That traitor...
was me!
Golden dreams
And great heartache
Churn in the depth of the soul of
This river called life
When great mountains lay
In its path
It cuts deep gorges through the rock
To keep flowing
This unstoppable
Inexhaustible river
Called life
It is called the river of life