Of all the emotions that drive us to reach the impossible
there is none greater than love.
Love can turn the smallest of creatures into the greatest of heroes.
For true courage flows out of love.
Yet there is another emotion
that moves people to climb mountains and cross deserts,
to face certain death.
A powerful emotion that can infect kings and beggars alike,
that can destroy both empires and families.
One emotion that can cause noble beings to turn insane
and drive them to dangerous ends.
Once tasted, the bitter venom of its sting rarely subsides.
Ravan has felt its bite. The bite of...
obsession.
Have you seen the city? So many districts destroyed.
All by a single vaanar.
What can we do? We dare not defy the king. He would destroy us.
His obsession with Princess Sita grows worse every day.
Quiet, you fools! He comes.
For the first time, I am feeling the sting of failure.
Last night a single vaanar rampaged through my kingdom.
Where were you, my noble lords?
Where were you when homes were burned?
Where were you when the kingdom was consumed by flames?
Here. Feasting on the riches that I bestowed upon you.
You have become sheep. Fat, soft, stupid.
But I am not displeased by the destruction wrought by that vaanar.
I thank him.
I would kiss his feet if he were here, for he has become my guru
and has taught me a harsh lesson.
But it is the harsh lessons we remember best.
That victory makes one weak and success is a poison.
Sweet, yet fatal.
That we rakshasas were not made for peace.
You're right, your Majesty.
Hanuman has indeed delivered a valuable lesson.
That dharm will not be denied, that our crimes will be punished!
That this is a war we will not win.
Do not doom our entire race for your pride, brother.
Listen to Vibheeshan, great King.
There is no shame in taking the path for peace.
The heavens quake at the name Ravan.
The gods have felt your boot upon their necks.
What else is there left to prove on the battlefield? Nothing.
Make peace, my Lord.
And add the jewelled title of peace-maker to your crown.
Do you agree with this, Vibheeshan?
Yes, what you hear is wisdom.
What I hear is the singing of cowards.
What do you say, Indrajit?
As you say, Father. Cowards.
What happened to you, Vibheeshan? When did you last even hold a sword?
I put my sword away
when I realized that it would one day destroy me.
Spoken like a true coward. You sicken me, brother. Get out.
If I ever see you in my kingdom, I will kill you.
Take these snivelling fools with you.
I will not have even their shadows taint our soil.
He will go crawling to Ram's side.
That could be dangerous. Imprison them, at least.
I do not care. Let him go to Ram like the beggar that he is.
He will betray you, Father!
He already has.
Go, traitor.
Goodbye, brother.
Indrajit.
Bring in my generals. We have much to do.
Time is short.
Nal, look. Over there.
Something's coming.
No, brother. Not something.
Well, I'm back.
Hanuman!
We saw strange lights on the horizon, Hanuman. I was beginning to worry.
Now that I see you, you seem remarkably well.
I've never felt better, old bear.
Where were you? You were gone a long time.
I was kept busy.
Busy? How?
I'll tell you. It's a long story.
That's quite a story.
It is.
But the Princess is safe and unharmed?
Yes, but not for long.
Ravan has given her a month to submit to him,
or his armies will destroy all human cities.
She is stronger than any woman I have met.
Truly Prince Ram's equal in all ways. Only her love for him sustains her.
Then go back, Hanuman. I will come with you this time.
Rescue her while I destroy the other half of Lanka!
I will kill Ravan myself!
She would not have it.
There is too much at stake.
The fate of mankind rests on us.
Ravan must be defeated by Prince Ram and no other.
That way the world will know that balance has been restored.
But the Prince will need us all by his side.
We are bound on this quest until it ends, my kinsman.
We will stand beside Prince Ram until he is reunited with his wife,
until Ravan is destroyed.
And I will stand beside you, my friend. For Prince Ram.
For Prince Ram!
Prince Ram! Prince Ram!
Prince Ram! Prince Ram! Prince Ram!
The quest has ended.
Time to go home.
Mother will make us her special saffron pudding.
I want none of that pudding. She'll make my favourite dessert.
In your dreams. She'll definitely make pudding.
There will be both pudding and my dessert.
Sweet laddus!
Covered in honey!
Don't worry, Angad. We'll be home soon.
That's what worries me.
I did not leave Kishkindha under the best of terms.
How will King Sugreev be when I return? All the things I said...
Forgotten. Your deeds speak for themselves, Angad.
We would never have succeeded without you.
The king will hear of what his nephew has achieved.
You are the hero, the Crown Prince, you were destined to be.
Your father would be proud.
This is a fine mace. The finest you have made.
Thanks to Prince Ram of Ayodhya, my Lord.
He has shown us how to make our steel stronger,
its blow deadlier.
But will it be enough?
I will send you more men to help. We must work these forges day and night.
As you command, my King.
Your Majesty!
Sire... sire. There's...
Take a breath, then tell me.
They're back! They're back!
Who? Who is back?
All of them! Jambhvan, Prince Angad, Nal, Nil and Hanuman!
They have come home!
Where are they?
The grove, sire!
They've taken over the grove and are feasting!
Dadhimukh is trying to stop them.
Dadhimukh? Bring them here immediately.
I will find the two princes.
No, you go get the princes.
I'll head straight to the grove.
Somehow I think Dadhimukh may need the help.
This is an outrage!
You have no right to be here!
This is King Sugreev's private grove!
And our friend Angad here is the Prince!
Put those down!
Those fruits are the rarest delicacy. They're only for the King.
Stop it!
That honeycomb is specially made for the King!
Give that back!
Don't make me come up there and--
Let go of me, you fools!
Put him down.
Where's Hanuman?
Those young rascals.
Look what they have done to your royal grove.
Let them have their fun, old man.
Don't you remember being young?
When you used to monkey around in Kishkindha?
My... my King!
Tidy yourselves up!
This is your King and you stand before him like vagabonds!
There is no better honey than that in the royal grove.
I think King Sugreev should share...
Oh!
Your Majesty, please forgive us. We were in need of sustenance.
We have travelled so far and, once we knew we were home,
well, everyone was so excited we had to stop and celebrate.
-We shouldn't have, but-- -Quiet!
Stop talking and come here.
Welcome home.
How I've missed you all!
I have a gift for you, my Prince.
And a message from your wife.
She is safe and asks that you come to her quickly.
Rise up and stand beside me.
You, the divine messenger of Ram.
The repository of immense strength.
Born of Anjani, the son of the wind.
With limbs as sturdy as vajra, you are valiant and brave.
On you attends good sense and wisdom.
You dispel the darkness of evil thoughts.
As of today, let it be known that I have one more brother.
Prince Ram!