Most people fear the gods.
This fear leads them to worship the gods.
Otherwise, who knows how they might punish you?
The gods did not earn our worship from their deeds.
They did it out of fear.
The gods want people to cower before them,
to bow their heads before them...
because love can lead to rebellion, but not fear.
But I am Ravan.
And I fear no God.
I have lived my life to gain power.
I have sacrificed everything to teach the gods
the one thing they do not yet know.
Fear.
Say what you must while you still can.
Before I pull that tongue out of your foolish monkey mouth.
Because of you, my son is now ashes.
Brother, this vaanar is merely a messenger.
Protocol does not permit we commit any kind of harm to--
Since when do you speak up for killers, Vibheeshan?
Well, vaanar or beast, say what you came to say.
The message I have is simple, King Ravan.
Princess Sita must be returned to her husband, Lord Ram.
Do this and you shall live in peace. Refuse this and face utter destruction.
Prince Ram is coming, and his shadow will eclipse all of Lanka.
That is a bold threat.
Not a threat, but a promise.
That is my message. My promise.
Message? A message is delivered with words, not by spilling blood.
You brought no message but instead brought fire, ruin and death.
These are not the actions of a messenger but a criminal.
Lanka's prince, my son's killer, a messenger of death.
Your son fought with honour.
His last breath was in your praise, O great Ravan.
No father could hope for a better son.
Three times.
Three times I warned him to yield, to stop fighting, but...
If he had not been so blinded by his love for you
and his need to prove himself to you,
he would still be standing before you right now.
Akshay paid the price for your sins.
Who are you? You stand in judgement of me?
You are nothing but an insignificant vaanar.
An insect for me to swat.
Insects bite and even the smallest insect can bring down the mightiest elephant.
Things can be far more dangerous than they first appear.
If that is so, then tell us more about yourself.
Who are you?
I am the friend of princes.
I am a loyal servant to a king.
I am the leader of strong and proud warriors.
An ally to the wise and the lost.
A barrier against the forces of evil.
I am the one who made the great leap.
I am he who found her, who was stolen.
I am the destroyer of the kinkara and the survivor of the Brahmastra.
I am Hanuman.
And I am the one who'll kick your butt!
Ravan the king of the rakshasas!
Tremble before me, mighty vaanar!
Tremble before you, my big hairy foot!
Mighty warrior Nil makes everyone quiver in fear before him!
Mighty warrior Nil? Or mighty jackass Nil?
You're not fit to sniff my tail!
If there's anything to be feared, it's my strength and power!
Your brother, Nal, the great!
Nal the great? That is not a part of the play.
It's called being creative, brother.
Stick with the story as I explained. Don't try to be the hero.
Says you!
What vaanar can't even climb a tree? You're a donkey!
Donkey?
You're a donkey!
No, you're a donkey!
-No, you are. -You are!
-You! -You!
They may not be great actors, but they are funny.
What do you think Hanuman is up to? Think he's found the princess yet?
Who can tell with young people nowadays? He--
Whatever happens, he'll be the first to know.
Ravan.
Lies! He must think we are fools!
He crossed the sea from Dandaka to here in a single leap? Impossible!
He must have sailed here in a boat and hidden it on the shore.
And now he's telling us tall tales.
A stinking vaanar, less than a beast. He is nothing.
In fact, he's not worthy to stand even before me. I'll get rid of him.
Who does he think he is? He is...
Nothing! That is what you said. You said he was nothing.
Yes, yes, my King. He is nothing. An unworthy wretch.
Then what was my son, Akshay?
If his conqueror is nothing, was my son less than nothing?
Nothing less than nothing?
Please, my Liege. Please...
And if Akshay was less than nothing, then what are you in comparison?
A vaanar could not have killed Akshay.
Indrajit's Brahmastra would have utterly destroyed a vaanar.
Speak! What are you?
Vayu.
You dare to challenge me.
Begone! You have no power here.
In my own palace, why would Vayu risk my wrath to save you?
Unless... Oh!
I understand now.
You are Vayu's son.
It was Vayu who gave you the strength to cross the sea.
Who blessed you with the power to defeat my men, my son.
You were right. You are more dangerous than you appear.
Not just a vaanar after all but a god.
We are not so different, you and I.
You have just taken the first steps to godhood,
and I have walked it for too long.
You and I are nothing alike.
Don't be so sure. Remember this lesson, child.
Eventually, all blessings become curses.
They become a prison from which there is no escape.
You're a tyrant who has thrown away all morality
to embrace wickedness.
A tyrant, you say. My people would say differently.
I am not mortal anymore, true, but I am not wicked like your gods.
There's no one else in all three realms like me.
The scales that lesser men measure themselves by,
they are beneath me.
Perhaps beneath you as well. I can teach you, Hanuman.
I already have a teacher who has taught me much, King Ravan.
Maybe he can still teach you before it's too late.
Prince Ram is quite benevolent.
What can your exiled prince teach me? About the forest?
There is no one who would dare sit above me and judge my actions.
Really? Is that what you truly think?
Perhaps you don't sit as high up as you think.
I now sit much higher than you.
And there is one who sits even higher than me,
and I am just his messenger.
Who?
Forgive my intrusion in this manner.
I do not wish to disturb your rest and meditation.
Your presence brings me peace, my Prince.
I have been trapped in my own dark thoughts for too long.
You can share your burden with me.
My Prince, the sky... is so peaceful right now.
But earlier did you see the lights on the horizon?
To the south. Where we sent Hanuman.
Yes. Those kinds of lights... I have never seen anything like it.
They are ill omens, Prince Ram.
There are many things in the world we do not understand.
But we must face them, nevertheless.
Quiet now, there is nothing to be afraid of.
Do you want something to eat? Some fruit?
I'll get you a ripe sweet mango, my dearest.
The juiciest mango you can...
My King. Prince Ram.
I am sorry if the child's crying disturbed you.
No, please. She didn't disturb me. Sleep escapes me as well this night.
She was frightened by the lights and noises.
I tried to calm her, but they worried me too.
You have nothing to fear. I know who is responsible for them.
Hanuman. Making mischief, as usual.
There! Nothing to be afraid of! It's just Hanuman playing!
Silly Hanuman!
Good night.
Naughty Hanuman!
You are powerful indeed, Hanuman.
But perhaps not as powerful as you think.
The Brahmastra has weakened you.
And now it's time for you to use whatever strength
you have left to learn one last lesson.
That even an immortal can be killed.
No, my King! You cannot kill him, brother.
He comes as a messenger. The law is clear.
Those laws are beneath you, Father.
Make this vaanar pay for what he's done. For Akshay.
My King, it's Ram who deserves your anger, not Hanuman.
I will spare your life, vaanar
so that you can deliver a message to your master.
Go back and tell Ram that Princess Sita will never be his.
While I still live,
he'll never look upon her face or gaze upon her beauty ever again.
Tell Ram that I welcome him here,
so I can take from him the one thing he has left.
His life!
While you still live?
Yes. While I still live.
And what if you don't?
You will leave here, Hanuman. But you will not leave unpunished.
Brother, that is not--
Hold him down.
Take the sword, Indrajit.
A sword cuts only for an instant. He needs to suffer.
Bring oil-soaked rags and tie them to his tail.
And bring me...
fire.