(wind whooshing)
(soldiers march out)
(swords clank)
My Lord...
The whole island shook. I was afraid something terrible had happened.
Something terrible has.
Husband?
I have slain Lakshman.
Before the eyes of his brother.
In front of all his allies.
All stood by, helpless.
Indrajit is avenged. Our son's spirit can now find peace.
But what of Ram?
His brother's death will now make Ram suffer...
as we have.
So Ram still lives.
Then no, Ravan, Indrajit is still not at peace.
None of our sons are.
Mandodari...
Soon Ram will fall as well.
I promise you this.
You've taken everything from me, Ravan.
My children, your love.
Despite it all, I have stood dutifully by your side.
I ask you to give me only one thing now.
Anything.
Vengeance.
(wind swooshes)
What is it?
(whooshing)
Hanuman.
But why?
Mount Dronagiri.
Only the son of Vayu could hope to reach it in time.
Get Kalnemi! Get him now!
(title song)
Prince Lakshman...
is strong. He clings to life.
For how long?
This will be decided at dawn.
We must pray
that Hanuman returns with the Sanjeevani herb before then.
Ravan's blow would have slain even a god.
Hanuman will not fail me.
Do not fail me, Kalnemi.
You must stop Hanuman from reaching Mount Dronagiri
and finding the Sanjeevani herb.
But...
But how?
I am no match for Hanuman.
He has torn apart entire armies.
He flew across oceans to burn half of Lanka.
There was none who could stop him.
You lit his tail on fire,
and he burnt the entire Lanka.
Please, Your Majesty, please send another!
It's not courage that's needed.
Your cowardice is well known to me.
Greater heroes than you have faced Hanuman and been slain, you wretch.
I need not courage but trickery.
And with Ahiravan dead,
there is no greater deceiver than you.
But he's already too fast.
How would I even get there in time to stop him?
My vimana can get you there before he arrives.
But...
surely there must be someone--
Listen to me, coward!
I do not expect you to fight Hanuman.
You have neither the strength nor the skill to do so.
But that is not why I called for you.
I need you to use all your cunning in delaying Hanuman.
He must be kept distracted until the sun has risen.
But if Hanuman and you should fight,
at least your death will be quick.
I promise you will get no such mercy from me
if you fail in this mission.
Mine will be far worse than the tortures you imagine you'll suffer.
- Do you understand? - Yes, Your Majesty.
I will lay a trap for him at the Makari River
which is at the foot of Mount Dronagiri.
Makari River?
I have heard of it.
(Kalnemi grunts)
Go. Do as I command.
If you succeed, you will be rewarded.
If you fail, pray that Hanuman kills you before I do.
I shall succeed or die.
(Mandodari) Makari River?
I too have heard of it.
You are the queen of Lanka.
Be careful what stories you listen to, wife.
Shall I tell you what I've heard?
They say the Makari River was once the dwelling place
of a beautiful and innocent apsara
named Dhanyamali.
But they say she was cursed
for her defiance.
I know of no such story, wife.
Do not believe everything you hear.
(scoffs)
(whooshes)
Sunrise is near, and yet I am so far from my destination.
(sighs)
If I do not return in time, then...
No. I will not let the young prince die.
Faster, Hanuman!
- Faster! You must-- - (thud)
What?
Am I under attack? I see... (gasps)
Oh!
Father.
Bless me, Father.
Give me the speed of the wind that surrounds the entire world.
I humbly beseech you, not for myself but for Prince Lakshman, Prince Ram.
For the sake of all humanity.
Lend me your divine speed just for this one night.
Help me, Father.
(thunder rumbles)
(buzzing)
Thank you, Father.
(wind swooshes away)
- (dramatic music) - (whooshes)
This will have to do.
First, I must lay the trap.
What will Hanuman be unable to resist?
Of course.
I'll use his good nature
against him.
(bubbling)
And once he's here,
you can destroy him for me.
And I will return to Lanka
to claim my reward.
(whooshing)
(man) Help me!
(screams)
Help me!
Someone please help!
The screams are coming from there.
(clicks tongue) There's no time...
But how can I turn away from someone suffering?
(man screams)
(whooshes)
(thud)
Please don't kill me! I am injured. Can't you see?
Please, wise one, there's nothing to be afraid of.
I heard your screams and came to help.
But you're one of Ravan's rakshasas, aren't you?
- You came from the direction of Lanka. - Me?
A rakshas?
I am no rakshas.
I'm a vaanar of the Kishkindha forest.
My king is the noble Sugreev.
Though we are in Lanka for a reckoning with the Demon King.
(groans)
You are hurt.
How can I help?
My ankle... it twisted as I came down from my ashram.
I can't even move.
Forgive me for frightening you. I'll fly you back to your ashram.
There's something I need at the top of Mount Dronagiri.
You will be safe there until I can return for you.
I misjudged you, vaanar.
I see the nobility of your heart.
But please...
I am an old man.
Before you bring me to my ashram, I need water from the river.
Of course. Give me a moment.
The cleanest water is further toward the centre.
(chuckles, groans)
(splashes)
A little further.
That's it!
(eerie music)
(gurgling)
What?
That's it!
(loud splash)
Die, Hanuman! Die!
(groans)
Ravan will reward me with a kingdom of my own.
Coward no longer, but a king!
(groans)
(thud)
He will wed me to one of his daughters.
I will be a son to Ravan.
Why not? He has lost his others.
(thud)
(thrilling music)
(gurgling)
I, Kalnemi, will have achieved what no one else could.
I will be known as the one who killed Hanuman!
I will...
(loud splash)
No. How is it possible?
You asked me to fetch water for you, demon.
Instead, I fetched this.
No, no!
- Here. - (screams) No!
(epic music)
There's more to you than what appears. How can I help you?
(growls)
Reveal yourself. Let me see the truth.
(whooshes)
(melancholic music)
The curse...
you have lifted it!
You must be a god.
First, I was mistaken for a rakshas, now a god.
Has no one here ever seen a simple vaanar before?
Please stand.
There's no need to bow. I am just Hanuman.
You're no simple vaanar, brave Hanuman.
You have saved me.
You've removed the curse that I've lived under for countless years!
A punishment I did not deserve.
For the crime committed against me
by the Demon King.
I understand, and I am sorry for you.
It was not me who lifted the curse, but my Lord
who has come to rid the world of Ravan.
I merely act at his command.
But there is no one who can destroy Ravan!
There is one, and he waits for me.
Forgive me, noble lady, but I must go.
I must go to the top of Mount Dronagiri.
Wait! Who is the one you serve?
Prince Ram of Ayodhya.
He has come to rid the world of Ravan, once and for all.
Then I shall pray for his success.
Go, and may the gods protect you, Hanuman.
May victory be yours.
(whooshes)
You and Prince Ram.
(winds swooshes)
Why so quiet, vaanars?
Most nights, my sleep has been disturbed
by your raucous, stupid chatter.
You bang your tin pot drums and ruin the night with your monkey babble
and your gibberish songs.
But tonight only silence.
Why?
Fear must lie heavy across your camp.
(Ravan) You have learnt what lies in the darkness,
that the night offers no comfort, no respite.
Yet however dreadful this night may be...
the dawn will be even worse for you.
I see it now. It was the young prince who held your army together.
You all love him too much. Why?
He is the younger son, destined to remain in the shadow of the older.
What's his worth that his death should be so fatal to your hearts and will?
And you...
I should've seen it earlier, but how could I imagine you'd be so fragile?
A king cannot be a slave to love.
He must always stand in the shadows, away from the light of virtue.
You will learn this lesson tomorrow, Ram.
You will fear the dawn.
I have never looked forward to a sunrise more.
Do you remember when I conquered Dev Loka?
Do you remember how the other devas trembled behind their palace gates?
But you dared shine your light against me.
Do you remember
how I made you my slave?
How long the darkness fell across the universe,
(thunder rumbles)
while you were imprisoned in my dungeons?
Generations born without glimpsing the sun.
Do you remember how I made you suffer?
(inhales deeply)
(sighs)
I can smell death.
It hangs like a cloud over the vaanar camp, thick, delicious.
My astra will end the prince's life with the first ray of the sun.
Then all my enemies will be bathed with the perfume of death.
You were my slave, Surya.
A slave then and a slave now if I wish it. Listen to your master.
Rise, Surya!
Gather your horses and mount your chariot!
Rise and bathe Lanka with your golden light!
(yells) Rise!
(tense music)
Look, my prince!
How is it possible?
Ravan.
It has to be.
He is summoning the sun.
Once its light spreads across Lanka, my brother dies.
Everything depends on Hanuman.
(whooshes)