No more.
If the sea would not take him to Sita,
then Ram would destroy it.
There would be no more obstacles.
Then he heard the voice of Sagar Dev.
The voice of the sea.
Ram asked the sea to part the waves for him just once.
But this was beyond even Sagar Dev's power to bestow.
The sea is eternal with no beginning and no end.
To part it is like trying to still the wind.
But Sita was still on the far side of the horizon.
How could he rescue her if the sea would not give way?
Sagar Dev told him that, if he could not go through it,
then he must go over it.
He told him to build a bridge,
and he would support every stone, every pebble.
A bridge to the shores of Lanka.
But the Brahmastra had been awoken,
and it would not return to the quiver. Its energies had to be released.
There was once a bountiful land on the edge of the kingdom.
But it had fallen to dark forces and withered away.
Sagar suggested, if a place must suffer the power of the Brahmastra,
it should be that place.
Now what?
Build your bridge.
Take your battalion and arrange them along the north.
The forest is thickest there.
I want it cut down to prevent our enemies using it to hide.
It shall be done, my Lord.
Your Majesty! Your Majesty!
I have done as you asked.
I hid in the dunes on the shore and spied on Ram's army.
This one strayed too far from the rest, so I took him for you.
So, this is one of the noble heroes from Ram's army?
I... I am a servant of King Sugreev, ally to Prince Ram. You...
I am not afraid of you.
Tell me what I need to know
and I will make sure you are the first
to greet your countrymen when they arrive.
I promise you. Now, how many does your king lead?
The entire vaanar nation. He comes with all his warriors.
And the Princes? Have they finally come out of hiding?
Prince Ram and Lakshman are with my King.
As... as is your brother Vibheeshan.
I have no brother by that name. Not anymore.
And what of their ships? How many do they have?
Ships? There are no ships.
Ships or not, they will find a way here. We must accelerate our preparations.
Thank you and I should reward you.
Tell me, child, what is it that you want?
I want you to free me.
Of course, you do.
Free him. From life itself.
As I promised.
It's hopeless!
The stones just sink into the sea!
The prince will never get his bridge.
His bridge? How does the sea know it's his?
What do you mean?
LORD RAM
It's sunk, just like all the rest.
Has it?
Hanuman, you've done it!
Mark the stones with the Prince's name!
With Ram's name! That way the sea knows!
Pile them over there.
Yes, sir.
We need more stones.
We need more spikes!
My Lord, let me take that.
This pebble? Let me do something at least, my friend.
It is not right a prince should do such harsh labour.
But it is right he should do honest work,
and this is more honest than most work.
Quiet! Work your hands, not your mouth!
My Lord! I did not realise it was you!
My apologies. Shall I place it here?
If that's all right with you, Lord?
No ruler is more blessed than the one who builds, Hanuman.
Homes for his people, stable relationships, roads...
bridges.
We are on the path of war, my Prince. The path of destruction.
Only for today, but not for tomorrow.
In the future, this path will bring peace between two nations.
There. That's the last of it.
You've found your talent, Nal. It's beautiful.
Your mother would be proud.
It is beautiful, isn't it?
May it stand for a thousand years.
I don't know about that, but it'll get us where we are headed.
We'll need to take materials with us to finish it off as we go.
Of course.
We'll finish the bridge a short distance off Lanka itself.
Which won't take long, my Lord.
The rakshasas won't know we're coming.
You're not the only one who has found his talent, my friend.
It was your belief in me that brought me to this moment, Prince Ram.
If I am anything, it is because of you.
Your name alone shall give strength to all
for countless generations.
You'll give them strength during crisis.
For now, I shall bring fear to all who serve evil.
Then come, my friend, let's show them why.
This is it.
At last.
It's another long march, old bear.
Why don't you rest your paws here?
Here? When there are sweet fruits to be plucked from the orchards of Lanka?
And don't you worry about my paws.
They're still big enough to knock some wisdom
into a few rakshas heads, my King.
You've taken up sewing?
Every army needs a banner, my King.
Then I know just the person to carry it.
Ravan's waiting, and I know you are all impatient to meet him!
We march!
You've outdone yourself, old bear.
Yes, I think we all have, Hanuman. We all have.
Lanka will burn. It will be destroyed.
All your families will be slaughtered.
Everything that was.
Everything that is.
Everything that is to come. All will be finished.
If... if you falter, if you back out,
If you retreat, if your hearts become weak,
if you feel pity or regret even for a moment,
if you succumb to compassion, then the rakshasas are doomed.
And all you love and cherish will turn to ash.
So, turn your hearts to stone
and become what they call us.
Monsters.
The gods lied and threw us to the darkness long ago.
If darkness is our fate, so be it.
Abandon the light and embrace that darkness.
Remind the gods of the way we rakshasas make war.
We shall wear our enemies' skins upon our shoulders.
We shall drink from their skulls, and we shall bathe in their blood!
There is no horror we shall not perform!
They call us monsters.
Come, my brothers.
Let us show them what monsters truly are!
Ravan! Ravan! Ravan! Ravan! Ravan! Ravan!
Did you hear that, brother?
It's just thunder. Nothing to be afraid of.
Aren't you afraid, Nil? Even a little bit?
Maybe. A little bit.
Me too. Just a little.
Haven't you promised our mother
that you'll get mangoes for her from the gardens of Lanka?
You'll keep that promise, won't you?
Both of us will. Together.
There. Do you see it?
See what?
There.
Lanka.