A father is his son's first guru.
He teaches him all he knows,
prepares him for the hardships that lie ahead,
and gives him freedom to create his own path.
Yet, in our love, we cast the light of a child who lives in our shadow.
For all children are eager to surpass us.
To become better than us.
To seek new kingdoms to conquer. Find new enemies to defeat.
My son had defeated Indra, the King of the Gods.
And yet that was not enough.
He needed a victory
that would forever raise him above even me.
Death.
He attempted to gain the true immortality
that was denied to me.
From the God of Death himself.
I came just in time to stop him.
To pass on a wisdom that can only come with experience.
That day a father taught his son a crucial lesson.
For there can be no victory over Death.
The best we can hope for is to live free from the fear of it.
That is victory enough.
Get out of here.
What about you?
Someone needs to slow him down. If we can--
Hanuman! Hanuman!
Nil, you shouldn't be here.
I tell myself that every day.
King Sugreev's forces fight till their dying breath.
But it seems futile to face this unstoppable onslaught.
Then it is time for us to face Indrajit.
Did your plan work?
I don't know.
But even without his invincibility ritual--
He is still Indrajit.
He has never been defeated.
If compliments could kill, he'd be dead by now.
Is there a plan to defeat him or not?
We will see.
Go. Your brother is waiting.
Your brother is doing all the work.
Why don't you go join him Ahiravan?
I would not wish to rob him of his glory, Father.
Glory? Do you even know the meaning of the word?
You never let any other son learn the meaning, Father.
You threatened the very planets at his birth,
forcing them to realign themselves
so Indrajit's birth would be auspicious.
If only you had favoured your other children with such devotion,
then perhaps Akshay would still be here.
Enough. How dare you speak his name?
He was loved!
He was pampered.
All of them were.
All except for me, of course.
Tell me, Father. Do I remind you so much of yourself?
Is that why you hate me so much?
Hate you?
Do not flatter yourself. You can only truly hate those you love
or you respect.
I have never felt either for you.
You talk of glory,
but all this death is because of your vanity, Father.
I will not be sacrificed for it.
Destroy them, Indrajit.
Show them what it means to be the true son of Ravan.
At last! Ram's favourites are together.
Bring this to an end, my son.
Kill them!
Haven't I defeated you both already?
And yet here we are. Right in front of you.
For the last time, prince.
The last time.
Hanuman!
Lakshman!
Please, you have to save me. Save me before it's too late.
Sita? You're here? How?
Please, Lakshman! I escaped. Please help me.
I would do anything for you, Sita.
It's just that...
you are not real.
It's not half bad.
I told you.
Still, not as good as this.
I don't think he did the yagya.
Looks that way.
Your illusions no longer work against us.
Neither will your invisibility.
For the first time, I can smell your fear.
We know all your games, Indrajit. It is over.
You think you're a better warrior than me?
Then I challenge you, and you alone,
to prove it!
I beseech you to stand aside, Hanuman.
I accept your challenge, Indrajit.
You think my illusions were all I had?
I defeated Indra himself with this sword.
Come, Lakshman. Let me repeat history with you.
Or you will become history.
What? Impossible!
Impossible!
You?
Go no further, Great King.
Let the two princes fight and decide who is victorious.
Get out of my way, vaanar.
He is my son!
Then do not rob him of the challenge he issued.
Do you think I don't wish to be fighting
beside my prince at this very moment?
But we cannot help them.
Not if we want to honour them as legends.
We cannot stand by and wait.
Surrender, Indrajit.
You are defeated.
I cannot be defeated.
This is not over.
Perhaps...
it is all over.
There was so much more I still wished to do.
You were always the ambitious one.
You.
Who else would it be?
I am not your enemy, Prince Indrajit. I never was.
What will happen to my father?
He will fulfil his part in this, just as you have.
So is he doomed to be defeated?
Defeat, victory. They are the same.
What matters is how you face them,
whether you fight against your dharma or act as one with it.
You have honoured your king.
Your father.
You were a fierce warrior till the very end.
You have lived a full life.
In a way, you have triumphed over Death.
There is no death. Not as people think. Is there?
You are wiser than your father.
The opposite of death is not life.
It is birth, for life has no opposite.
Life is infinite, and we are all a part of it.
Death is just another part of it.
It had been so long since I fought without the yagya to protect me.
It felt different.
Glorious.
What is the point of living
if you can't feel alive?
Being immortal is a curse, not a blessing.
I wish I had known this earlier.
I would have acted differently.
No. It is the path you led that brought you to this realisation.
Your name, the stories of your deeds will echo across all time.
I did all you asked of me, Father. I am sorry I failed you.
No, Indrajit.
Every moment of your life brought your father honour.
It is time.
Yes... it is.
Time to finally rest.
Indrajit, the valiant warrior, is no more.
We will stop the battle for today to honour him.
Tomorrow we shall fight.
Tonight... is for mourning.
Let this be the moment we honour one of Lanka's greatest warriors
and the most dutiful of sons.
Hanuman,
would you accompany Indrajit's body to Lanka, to his father?
It would be my honour, Lord Ram.
Step forth, proud warriors.
And take the prince to his father.
If only Indrajit's valour and strength were guided right,
Lanka would be the city of compassion, not fear.
Open the gates! Call the king!
Call Lord Ravan!
My... my son?
How light you are. No heavier than a babe.
I remember the day well, when I first held you in my arms.
You were so little, but your cry shook the world.
But now... you have been silenced.
What I wouldn't give to hear you say "Father" again.
So, come on then. Why do you and your ilk hesitate?
Take up your weapons.
I will not fight you, Hanuman.
There is nothing left to fight for.
Now is not the time to fight, Lord Ravan.
It is the time to grieve.
The time to mourn a fallen son.
Of all the vaanars, you remind me most of Vaali.
Me, my lord? What of his son or his brother?
They do not have his boldness.
Sugreev is burdened by the responsibilities of kingship,
and Angad is a fighter, not a ruler.
They have reached the limits of their potential.
I sense you still have much further to go.
It is a shame.
What is?
That we should be so alike, and yet so far apart.
The gods have tempted me with finding one
who would be my greatest ally, as Vaali was, but deny me,
deny us both, of a friendship that would alter the fate of the world.
We are nothing alike, Great King.
My duty is with Lord Ram.
And Lord Ram is the strongest pillar of dharma.
Tomorrow I shall do all that I can to destroy that pillar.
And I shall do all that I can to stop you.
Tomorrow, then.
Enjoy your victory tonight,
celebrate with a great feast worthy of the one you have slain.
But soon you shall only feast on bitter misery.
You have taken all that was precious to me.
Tomorrow it will be my turn.
One after the other, I shall do the same to all of you.
I do not care
if I sacrifice every single rakshas in Lanka,
I do not care if the city becomes a tomb
as long as each and every one of you suffer as I have suffered.
So swear I, Ravan, Lord of the Rakshasas.