Lord! Lakshmana!
You two can't be hurt in my presence.
Lord, you can't be harmed come what may!
[clanking]
Lord, you can't be harmed!
Today my son,
my Indrajit,
killed Rama and Lakshmana!
This day will be celebrated in Lanka like a festival henceforth!
Meghanada!
Son!
Meghanada!
Look. Look at your son.
He got rid of the black mark
on Lanka's and his father's reputation.
Call the royal physician quickly!
No!
No. I, Ravana,
will treat my brave son.
All of you get ready to celebrate!
Please be mindful
that the rakshasa clan will never wane!
We protect!
- We protect! - We protect!
- Hail Prince Indrajit! - All hail!
- We protect! - We protect!
Nobody can escape the Nagpash.
However, a lie
doesn't last long.
I know it's a lie.
Please stop deceiving me.
My Shri Rama and Lakshmana are invincible.
An unrighteous person like Indrajit
can't harm them.
You are foolish.
You don't know how powerful the prince is.
He killed your Rama with his deceptive power.
[demoness chortling]
I neither trust your deceit
nor the power of your prince.
I trust
only the ability of my Shri Rama.
I'm still breathing,
which means Shri Rama is also breathing.
I'm alive.
It means my Shri Rama is still alive.
My Shri Rama will surely come.
He'll attack unrighteousness again!
My husband will win
for sure!
- We protect! - We protect!
[theme song playing]
- We protect! - We protect!
It's the declaration of our victory!
We finished off Lanka's enemy!
My friends, drink up and celebrate!
We protect!
[Hanuman straining]
Impossible.
How could Nagpash be so strong?
[suspenseful music playing]
Prince is so powerful
that even Lord Indra couldn't escape his blow.
So this ordinary forest dweller doesn't stand a chance.
Those forest dwellers will never return!
They will!
My Shri Rama will surely return.
He'll help righteousness win
and rescue me, his Sita.
My Shri Rama will surely come.
Irrespective of difficulties.
[demonesses chortling]
[dramatic music playing]
O, Mother Gauri,
please protect my Shri Rama.
[sinister music plays]
My son
killed Rama and Lakshmana.
He snatched Raghukul's honour
and Ayodhya's respect.
He averted the doom over the rakshasa clan.
I'll gift Ayodhya
to my son as a prize.
Hail Lankesh!
Lord, please order.
[sinister music plays]
I know
that you're Sita's friend.
This is why
I want you to go and ask her
to get ready
to see the corpses of the two forest dwellers, Rama and Lakshmana.
Take her in the Pushpaka Vimana,
and show her the truth.
Explain to her
that she is left
with no other option than to be with me, Ravana.
She must wipe off
the mark of a married woman on her forehead with her hands
and accept me, Ravana!
Leave.
[sinister music plays]
Trijata, where are you taking me? Please answer.
All of you may leave. I'll escort her further.
Where are you lost?
Come with me. His Majesty ordered me.
Trijata,
did I...
Did I hear the truth?
Trijata, where are you taking me?
Sita, please be rest assured.
It's my duty to fulfil His Majesty's order.
However, I side with you.
Let's go, Sita.
Come on.
[intense music plays]
[dramatic music playing]
[dramatic music intensifies]
Finally,
I secured the trophy of my victory.
Now, Sita can't make any excuse
to avoid marrying me.
Nobody can stop me
from owning Sita.
Son, please rest.
This world
will remember your valour.
I will felicitate
your bravery.
On one hand, I'll get hold of Sita.
On the other hand, the kingdom of Ayodhya
will be yours.
Jambavanta,
you are the most experienced one.
Please suggest a solution.
It's not an ordinary Nagpash.
Even I don't know
how to overcome it.
Pushpaka Vimana!
But Ravana can't be seen inside it.
There's a woman wearing an orange robe.
[dramatic music playing]
[dramatic music intensifies]
Mother has arrived.
I must break this cover at any cost.
Otherwise, my mother
will never be able to forgive herself.
Their worried expressions
are making me fearful, Trijata.
Sita, it's a serious issue.
This time the demonesses
didn't lie to tease you.
Rama and Lakshmana
are lying dead
in the grip of poisonous snakes.
No.
That can't be true.
My Shri Rama and Lakshmana?
[dramatic music playing]
[intense music plays]
Ironically,
I wanted to inform you about Shri Rama's victory.
But I'm showing you their dead bodies today.
They aren't killed
by the Nagpash but by me, Trijata.
They laid their lives for me.
How will I live without Shri Rama?
Today, I, Sita, died, not Shri Rama.
Nagpash didn't kill him but evil Ravana did.
Mahadeva, You are smiling!
How could You be so heartless?
Are You smiling
because Your ardent devotee, Ravana, won?
Goddess, do You really think
I side with Ravana in this war of righteousness?
Those who side with unrighteousness,
lose my support.
And Ravana
lost my blessings long ago.
However, I'm surprised that You
failed to recognise Narayana's pretence.
"Pretence?" What do You mean?
My Lord is putting on an act.
Shri Rama's success
as well as failure have a purpose.
What purpose?
Goddess, some incidents
shouldn't just be heard but seen,
so they are remembered for a long time.
Somebody is eagerly waiting
to be a part
of his God's pretence.
He is a bit miffed though.
However,
Hanuman will take care of it.
He isn't called a problem-solver for nothing.
He'll make it up to him.
I can't stay alive
as my right to breathe has been snatched from me.
[intense music plays]
My child!
Please don't do this.
Your Rama isn't completely dead yet.
He is lying unconscious
in the grip of powerful snakes.
Trijata, please tell me.
How should I save him?
Tell me some mantra, some trick or something else.
It's the grip of a Nagpash.
Your Rama is still alive.
However, with every passing moment,
he is getting closer to death.
He could be saved only until dawn.
The first ray of the sun
will ensure his death!
[dramatic music playing]
First, the war, and now their lives are endangered.
How long will they endure?
Sita, we still have time.
We must find a solution
to their suffering before sunrise.
Trijata, what should I do?
Who will be able to help him?
Please tell me.
Hanuman!
Mother!
Please don't come here!
Don't expect me to bless you
or forgive you!
I was relaxed in the Ashoka Vatika
because of your assurance!
Your valour
made me confident of Shri Rama and Lakshmana's well-being!
Hanuman, you broke my trust!
[dramatic music playing]
No, Mother.
I'll surely find a remedy.
If you want to win back
my trust,
save his life
before sunrise!
Hanuman, he can still be saved.
You are my hope
and also my faith.
[mellow music playing]
If I don't hear
Shri Rama's acclamation by sunrise,
please prepare three pyres,
not two, Hanuman!
Because, Hanuman,
my life will be meaningless
without my husband and Lakshmana.
How will I continue to breathe
and stay alive?
[dramatic music playing]
I swear on my Mother Sita
and my Lord Shri Rama!
I'll find a way to save my lord
before sunrise!
Neither a son will disappoint his mother,
nor a devotee will disappoint his Lord!
You trust me
and I trust my devotion to my Lord!
I, Hanuman, will try my best
to uphold this trust!
Where are you going, Hanuman?
[snake hissing]
I'm going to prove my mother's trust in me.
Aiming an arrow
without a target robs it of its power
and wastes one's efforts.
Firstly,
we must understand the nature of this confinement.
If their bodies move,
the poison will harm them faster.
Hanuman, Jambavanta is right.
Lord Shri Rama and Lakshmana are caught in Indrajit's Nagpash.
Nagpash.
It is the grip of the most poisonous snakes.
Vibhishana, please don't narrate the problem.
Tell me the solution instead.
I must break this grip before it's too late.
Please tell me.
Hanuman, I have been trying to find a solution all this time.
There's one possibility.
Snakes fear
only Garuda, the king of birds, in the entire world.
So only the king of birds, Garuda, can remove this curse.
Hanuman,
only Garuda can overcome Nagpash.
If there is a possibility,
I must turn it into reality.
Garuda must come here.
I swear on my Mother Sita
and Mother Anjani,
I'll present Garuda here before dawn.
[Hanuman Chalisa playing]
Hail Shri Rama!
[Hanuman Chalisa continues playing]
King of Birds!
[dramatic music playing]
[dramatic music continues playing]
[intriguing music plays]