Ruma's husband, Sugreev, made a grave oath to Ram,
that his men would find Princess Sita within 30 days
or they would pay for their failure with their lives.
And now that time has run out.
Out of the four generals who searched for her,
only three returned.
The first was General Shatabali, who searched the north.
He journeyed to the top of Mount Kaal.
But Princess Sita was nowhere to be found in the north.
Mighty General Vinata went east
and faced the gargantuan serpent Ananta and a sea of fire.
But Princess Sita was nowhere to be found in the east.
Clever General Sushena went west
and told Sugreev of how he battled winged lions at the peak of Mount Somagiri.
And yet, Princess Sita was nowhere to be found in the west.
Sugreev was furious at their failure.
It was the duty of Ruma, as wife and Queen of Kishkindha, to calm her husband's rage.
She reminded him that one general still remained.
That in Hanuman lay all their hope.
Where are we?
This doesn't look right.
What do you mean?
The stars. They're not in the right place.
Oh, no!
It's not the stars, Jambhvan. It's us.
Time passed while we were in the cave.
How much time?
Based on the location of the stars, I fear weeks have passed.
Weeks? How is that possible?
We must have been in the cave for that entire time.
It must have been the illusions of the cave when we first encountered Shurpanakha.
So, the demoness had the last laugh after all.
What... What does that mean?
It means it's all over.
Our time is up. We've failed.
If we go back to Kishkindha, it's...
What do we do, Hanuman?
Welcome, King Sugreev.
Would you like to share our meal?
No, Lord Ram... I... I am afraid I come bearing bad news.
Once again?
Patience, brother.
King Sugreev is our guest.
Please sit, my friend.
As you know, the time that we were supposed to find Princess Sita
has expired.
And what have your men found?
What are you so afraid to tell us?
Three of my generals have returned... empty-handed.
They found no trace of Princess Sita in the east, west or north.
And now? Do you remember your oath? How you would slay your vaanars?
My actions weigh heavily on my soul.
Will they now pay the ultimate price for your failure?
So, once again you break your word.
You put your soldiers' lives on the line! And now what? You wish mercy from us?
I don't ask for mercy. What I did to you was wrong.
I lost myself in celebration. I forgot the debt I owed you.
In my hubris and arrogance, I put my men's lives on the line.
They are not at fault. I am. I failed at being a good king.
So please, Lord Ram, punish me instead.
As one king to another,
spare my men and let me die in their place.
Has Hanuman returned?
What?
Has Hanuman returned from the south?
No. We haven't received word from him or Prince Angad since they left.
Then you have not broken any oath.
You promised us that only when all your men returned
would their lives be forfeit.
We shall wait.
Go back to your kingdom. No one needs to die today.
What if Hanuman returns empty-handed as well?
Have faith, Lakshman.
There is more to Hanuman than any of us can imagine.
And he will never give up until he finds Sita.
You seem lost, my friend.
Jambhvan... I need to speak with you.
I sensed as much.
But not here.
Where do you suppose they're off to?
Probably to discuss how we're going to return to Kishkindha.
We're not really going to return to Kishkindha, are we?
Only if we're eager to die at King Sugreev's hands.
What is it, Hanuman?
Hanuman?
Hanuman!
Son...
Hanuman? Are you all right?
I'm not.
Something's wrong with me, Jambhvan.
Tell me.
Let me show you instead.
How am I doing this, Jambhvan?
When did this start?
Last night. I crushed a stone to dust in my hands.
Did Shurpanakha do something to me? Did the demon curse me?
What is it?
Can't you hear it? These sounds in the air... The humming noises.
Hanuman, listen to me. You must--
Enough!
That was Angad!
Hanuman, wait! We must talk.
You are all vaanars of Kishkindha! Born and bred to be our strongest warriors!
And yet you sit here like cowards, questioning your leaders!
What else can be done, Prince Angad?
We've failed to find Princess Sita. Only death awaits us in Kishkindha.
Hanuman has led us to our doom!
Watch what you say about Hanuman!
He could have left me to die, and yet he saved my life.
If you want to be angry at anyone, be angry at me.
If it weren't for me, we would never have entered Rikshabila.
Maybe we would have found Princess Sita in time, too.
I owe you all my life. You stood by me and now it has cost you.
Which is why I shall not stand by and allow any of you to die!
Angad?
No, Hanuman. You fought for me, so now let me fight for you.
What's going on?
Our quest has failed.
We do not know where Princess Sita is or how to find her.
Returning home would mean death for everyone.
And so, we should not return.
We must make a new home! Start over! What say you?
Praise Angad! Hail Angad! We won't return! We won't go back!
And you, Hanuman? What say you, my brother?
I say this is madness.
You are too tied by your loyalty to Ram.
You have lost sight that this quest is lost.
We can't just abandon our mission.
There is more at stake here than just our lives, Angad.
Look at the evils we have seen since we left home.
The evil Ravan has unleashed!
Finding Princess Sita may be the only chance we have
to help Ram destroy this darkness forever!
If we stray from our path, our dharm,
then we are allowing the world to be consumed by the rakshasas!
We will be worse than cowards!
At least cowards live to see another day. We'd live to be with our families.
And could you live without honour?
Could you stomach that shame every time you meet your family's eyes?
Even if we were to continue, we don't know how to even find Princess Sita.
Why allow so many vaanars to die for the cause of one human?
Prince Ram would not give up on a life. Any life, so neither shall I.
We are vaanars of Kishkindha! Kishkindha is our home and nowhere else!
It is up to you to decide. I shall not force you.
But if you choose to lay down and give up,
then you may escape from Lakshman's arrows, but can you run away from yourself?
You did the right thing, my friend.
Why must Angad always oppose me, Jambhvan?
His heart is in the right place, even though his mind is not.
Do you... do you hear that?
That... I do hear.
What is this?
It cannot be. I thought they were merely legends.
A legend that can smell you from a mile away, you stinky old bear!
What are you creatures?
They are the Vila--
Quiet, you walking rug! We can tell our own story.
You are looking at the Vaalakhilya.
Powerful and venerable sages and esteemed devotees of the gods!
Now, who are you, monkey?
I am Hanuman of the vaanars. This is Jambhvan.
My brothers, perhaps we have been stuck here so long
that this era has been taken over by monkeys.
No, our home is in Kishkindha. We've journeyed far on a mission.
You, however, seem trapped here... How did this happen?
The tale of how we ended up here
must surely be told across this world in song!
It isn't. No one else has heard of you.
An injustice! Wrinkled old bear!
Sit then and hear the song of legend!
Make yourselves comfortable, it will take a few days to hear the telling.
We don't have that kind of time. Let's go, Hanuman.
Okay! I can shorten our story. It'll only take a few minutes.
Wait! Hold on! Don't go! Come back!
Please, it has been so long since we saw anybody else.
Very well. But please, we don't have much time.
Hanuman? Jambhvan?
I'm sorry, Hanuman, but I've made up my mind. I cannot let you just throw away your life...
What in the world?
Another listener! Good! The more the merrier.
What's going on?
Just sit down and listen.
Maybe you'll learn something.
Ages ago, Saptarishi Kashyap,
one of the most powerful sages in the universe, performed a great ritual.
All creatures on Earth were asked to bring something
to contribute to the great ritual.
Even we, the mighty Vaalakhilya,
protectors of all life on Earth from the burning sun,
brought what we could carry on our backs to gift the great sage.
But the great God Indra found the sight of us amusing.
He laughed at us!
We Vaalakhilya might be small, but our pride is as vast as the ocean.
And so, with our collective might, we cursed Indra,
but then he too cursed us to return the favour.
We were trapped within this tree, cursed to be scorched
by the heat of the sun day after day,
until a great being came to shade us from the blistering noon-day sun,
which scorches us for our hubris in cursing a god.
It has done so for endless years.
We prayed, and the great vulture Jatayu would come to shield us with his mighty wings.
Oh, no.
What does the young monkey mean by that?
He... Jatayu is dead, great sage.
I bet there are juicy berries at the top, Nil.
Don't remind me, Nal.
Remember the berry tree Mother planted in our yard?
What was that?
If Jatayu is no more, then there is no hope.
And now, once again, the sun will shine its curse upon us.
You best leave. The heat will be unbearable. We're stuck here anyway.
Come, Hanuman. It is their destiny to face this curse. We should go.
I will protect you from the sun.
What? Why do you keep trying to throw your life away?
Spending your life protecting and saving others is not throwing it away, Angad.
That is the lesson Prince Ram taught me.
I will find Princess Sita, and I will save these sages.
I will save everyone I can.
Why won't he listen to reason?
Because he tends to listen to his heart.
Who knew monkeys could be this brave?
Jambhvan, am I seeing things or is he... growing?
A trick of the light perhaps?
Yes, it has to be, but...
Monkey, you are no ordinary monkey, are you?
Hanuman, are you all right?
I'll be fine, Angad.
Great sages, how do you fare?
The curse is finally broken!
Jambhvan, look!
You have helped free us, monkey... Hanuman. We can never truly repay you.
I simply performed my duty, great sage.
You better listen, or I'll curse you!
Rarely does the Earth see a creature so devoted to their principles as you.
We Vaalakhilya will not forget you. We will sing songs of your praise.
That is not necessary, great sage.
Instead, sing songs in memory of the great vulture Jatayu.
If he had not been mercilessly killed by the demon Ravan,
he surely would have been your saviour, instead of me.
Praise be to Hanuman! And praise forever be to Jatayu,
whose death will be remembered by the Vaalakhilya for all eternity!
Hanuman... I think we should talk.
Hey, wait up! Don't leave me behind!
What kind of birds are those?
Praise be to Indra! Praise be to Hanuman! And praise forever be to Jatayu,
whose death will be remembered by the Vaalakhilya for all eternity!
Well, those were some weird talking birds. Must be parrots.
Something is weird about this.
This is strange!
Jatayu!
Grab my hand, Nal! Mother will be furious if you die!
This is so not good.