Brahmadev would be saddened at the state of his creations.
An age of petty men.
No greatness, no nobility.
A world without warriors, without legends. Only timid sheep.
Fit only for slaughter.
I knew a great hero once.
A mighty warrior of the wild.
Vaali, the king of the vaanars.
A king,
before I was the ruler of anything.
Testing my strength against any I came across.
I was a proud fool
who ran into Vaali
and insisted he move aside to clear a path for me.
Though penniless, I was still a Rakshas Lord.
And who was he? A beast who lived on treetops.
My victory was a foregone conclusion.
Or so I thought.
The proud rakshas lord
was now made a prisoner.
Defeated. Humbled. Forced to kneel before another.
I learnt a hard lesson that day.
One day, I learnt that Vaali is gone,
treacherously slain by his brother and his allies.
The cowards, of course, couldn't match his might head-on.
The world is a smaller place without him.
After Vaali's death, all that remains
are a handful of tree-dwelling vaanars
fit only for slaughter.
They hold no value.
No one from his lineage hold any value.
The last of the heroes, the pride of the vaanars, is gone.
My friend is gone.
Perhaps my only one.
We must stand fast, brother. He is but one man. We are an army.
One man? He is a thousand! Ten thousand!
He will devour us all.
Let me go, Hanuman. Have pity and let me go.
Run, Hanuman. Save yourself.
He beat you last time. There's nothing you can do.
We were fools to think we could ever win.
All is lost, Hanuman!
Not yet, my friend.
Have hope. The two princes have taken to the field.
Our vaanars are fleeing, brother.
Not all, Lakshman.
Look. There is Sugreev, Angad, even Nal and Nil,
standing defiant against Ravan's brother.
And there is Hanuman.
But he cannot face Kumbhakaran alone.
He will not. Let me go, brother.
The three of us can--
Let me go, brother!
Why alone, Lakshman?
I already know that you are a warrior beyond peer.
You neither need help nor fear death. You do not need to remind me.
I wish to follow my dharma to fulfil my duty.
He is Ravan's younger brother, and I am yours.
Let these two young brothers battle each other.
Let one brother fight another brother.
May the devas protect you, brother.
Is this the banished Prince Ram finally standing before me?
I think not. I see only an ordinary human.
Call out the tiger, tiny human.
"Tiny human"?
What are you doing here? I can handle him alone.
With what? Your arrows are spent.
I told you a mace was better than a bow.
You wanted to face him alone for Ram, and I understand that.
But as long as I live, my prince, you are never alone.
So the human has sharp teeth.
Sharp but small.
How about my teeth?
You again! Have you come back for another beating?
Hanuman!
You have grown stronger, eh?
No matter. The outcome will be the same as the last time.
Worse. This time I will break you with or without your Ram.
Not today. Not ever. Jai Shri Ram!
Now I have you, little human.
Lakshman!
I'll live.
At last. The source of all this misery.
I have promised my brother your head.
I have heard you sleep endlessly.
Perhaps in your dreams you can fulfil your promise.
The world is filled with only tiny men.
There is no one who can stop me.
Nothing that can match my strength.
Will I do?
Finally! One worthy of me.
I need you to hold him, Hanuman!
Hanuman.
He has unleashed his primal powers.
But once unleashed, will he be able to tame it?
It is not the beast he has unleashed.
It is the hero.
Hanuman will not fail us.
Now, Lord Ram! Now!
I can't hold him much longer!
Hanuman! Let him go!
What was it you said about a mace and a bow?
Kumbhakaran knew his death was inevitable in this war.
Yet, he stepped into this knowing the consequences
only for his brother.
His name will go down in history.
No.
No!
No.
Leave us.
Now what, Father?
Kill them for me.
My son, my brother... gone because of them.
You are all that remains, son. Kill them all for your father.
I will, Father. I give you my word.
Our toughest battle yet?
Our soldiers have found their hearts and courage again.
As did you, my friend.
When you faced Kumbhakaran on the battlefield today,
you also conquered your anger.
Jambhvan reminded me that
true strength is in controlling emotions and mastering your mind.
Because the greatest victory is not in winning battles
but in conquering oneself.
That discipline will be tested much more before this has ended.
It will only get harder, more dangerous.
Yes. Ravan is desperate.
Who knows what he will do in his desperation?
Where is your brother?
Asleep. It has been a hard day for all of us, Hanuman.
A night's rest would do you good, too.
Go, my Lord. I will stand guard and ensure you are not disturbed.
From today, I, Hanuman, shall guard the doorway of Lord Ram.
Good night, my friend.
So, Father asked you to take to the battlefield tomorrow?
To finish what Uncle Kumbhakaran left unfinished.
Were you spying on us?
My concerns are the same as yours. Our kingdom's well-being.
Of course, brother.
You always have everyone's best interest at heart, don't you?
Maybe not everyone, but I certainly have yours, Indrajit.
It is a sad thing Uncle fell on the battlefield.
But I suppose, if he didn't fall, how would your glory rise?
I will avenge him. I will avenge all of our people.
I am sure you will.
But it's a strange thing. If Sugreev had never escaped,
the war may have already been over.
The vaanars are cleverer than we thought.
Oh, are they?
Don't worry, brother.
I can keep a secret. Besides, who do we have if not each other?
You can hear the whispers in the streets. Lanka's lion is old.
The king is broken,
his mind addled by his foolish desire for a mere peasant woman.
His soldiers and his people have lost faith in him.
The people need a new hero, my brother.
Lanka's fate lies in your hands now.
Hanuman? Why so glum?
We have tasted another great victory, thanks to you.
We succeeded today, Nil,
but the war is not over.
You defeated the great Kumbhakaran today!
Who could possibly match him amongst Ravan's warriors?
Indrajit.
Even the mention of his name makes my blood run cold.
But we can beat him, can't we? He has just been lucky.
We're stronger than ever, better prepared.
I'd rather face a hundred Kumbhakarans than one Indrajit.
There is no way I know to defeat him, Nil.
And without that, there is no victory.
There must be a way…
What is Indrajit's secret?
So that's the answer to the mystery.
This pooja grants you invulnerability in battle.
You are wise to perform it here, hidden away from prying eyes.
I am coming for you.
Ram.