(theme music)
(Raktadeva) Wow!
Mahishmati is indeed as beautiful as the stories say.
I wonder how many slaves died to make it.
You are a prisoner now. You will speak when ordered.
(chuckles) I am but one man.
There are thousands like me,
ready to speak up against your oppression.
Kill me if you wish. But you will not destroy my beliefs.
Beliefs that have taken root in the hearts of thousands.
I may fall, but they will rise.
Rise up against the injustice and nepotism
you and your crown represent.
Take him away.
(metal clanks)
We should just kill him now.
Father is right.
He is far too dangerous to be left alive.
I will not make him a martyr.
He is right. There will be others.
We keep him prisoner until we learn all he knows.
All about this forge.
His weapons, they would be useful to us.
I shall arrange for him to be questioned. Leave it to me.
I will make sure he tells us everything.
Perhaps there is another way to understand him.
I lived in a slave camp, Maa.
I know the hate that can fester within one's heart.
If we find some common ground between--
Common ground?
We are royalty. We have nothing in common with him!
Who knows what filth they fester in?
I have, for six months.
I found nobility even in the filth, Uncle.
Often more than what exists in palaces.
Explain yourself, nephew.
Enough!
We still have Raktadeva's forces raised against us,
or have you forgotten?
-You have your duties. Go to them. -Yes, Maa.
Hmm.
(boy pants)
(footsteps fading)
Faster, you lazy dog!
I want that wall built today, not next year!
-(boy grunts) -(bricks clank)
Then build it yourself. I am done.
Calm down!
We need to work and avoid any undue attention
until we execute the plan.
(snap)
Raktadeva didn't teach us to be slaves.
(crickets chirping)
(exclaims in disgust) Is this it? I would not feed this to an animal.
How are we expected to survive on this swill?
Courage, my brothers! Courage.
We must stand together and get through this
for Raktadeva's vision to bear fruit.
(crickets chirping)
Let us split up. Three to free him,
and the rest to end the reign of that tyrant,
Sivagami, tonight.
Do you have it? The silver fire?
(man) Of course.
I have spent all of last week making it.
Each one is more than enough to bring down the palace.
(rousing music)
You don't look it, but you are a genius, Koteshwar.
Yes, I am.
It will be good to have this business over and done with.
I have been away from the Black Forge too long.
It must have been hard pretending to be a slave.
Not so hard.
Pretending to be weak and stupid, that was the challenge.
But the rich always underestimate the poor,
as if they cannot see us.
But they will see us tonight.
Let this be the end of Mahishmati.
No.
(boy screams)
I have been looking for you, traitor.
(tense music)
I was expecting you earlier.
What you said. Do you really believe you are some liberator
of the poor and oppressed?
Someone has to free the people from the old ways.
You train children to fight for you, to die for you.
I would take it. I shed a tear for every one of them I lost.
But their sacrifice helps us all make a better world.
Better? How?
Are you so blind that you cannot see the injustice all around you?
But you do see it, do you not?
It is just you cannot accept
what needs to be done to end it.
And what is that?
Tear it all down and start again.
A great ruler must not just understand the people,
but be one of them, chosen by them.
No one should be born to rule another.
Or born to serve another.
The rulers of Mahishmati protect their people.
The people will not fall for your tricks.
(Raktadeva laughs)
Humans are simple creatures, Baahubali,
motivated only by fear or by hate.
I take away their fear and replace it with hate.
That is power, young prince. That is freedom.
And what of hope?
Raktadeva, a great nation unites people
of all classes to stand together,
to believe in something greater than themselves.
Your time in the mines should have given you a better perspective.
The old man from the mines, for example.
You think your brother would have risked his life
to free a lowly slave the way you did?
-Would any of these supposed rulers? -You were watching me?
What, you think I did not know who you were?
Then why did you let me live? Allow me to escape? Unless--
There it is. I always knew you were the smart one.
What are you planning?
I am just a helpless prisoner. What can I possibly do in here?
(suspenseful music)
-(footsteps) -(Raktadeva) You can come out now.
(footsteps approaching)
Thank you, my small friend. And what of the lock?
Give me a moment, and you will be free.
(grunts, pants)
The others are waiting to lead you out of the kingdom.
My business here is not yet finished.
There is still someone that I must meet...
before he dies.
(footsteps approaching)
(intense music)
(footsteps)
What happened?
The wolves... (groans) They attacked me.
(boy grunts)
A glancing blow. You will be fine.
Raktadeva.
He has been planning something, and this is all a part of it.
I will go get help. The old man. Is he--
No, no, you do not understand.
That man is loyal to Raktadeva.
Raktadeva needed to get him into Mahishmati,
to get him close to the palace.
-Why? -(boy) They plan to destroy it.
(footsteps)
-(dramatic music) -Huh!
-(metal swishes) -(whispers) Do not make a sound.
Or you lose your life.
(dramatic music)
What do you want?
To understand.
To understand why a man might want to kill
a boy and his mother.
When they both loved him so very much.
It cannot be.
Then look hard.
Look at this face! Look at it!
What matters is that, after so long, a son stands
in front of his father before he kills him!
(boy groans)
Tell me what happened.
It was the other boys.
They are still loyal to the Demon Lord.
They went to fulfil his revenge.
I tried to stop them. I tried!
He will be free by now.
But the palace is heavily guarded. He will not get far.
That is not his plan.
The boys have smuggled in a weapon.
Jars filled with a liquid that dissolves anything, even stone.
They are going to destroy the palace, my lord.
How?
From under the throne room.
(fast footsteps)
Maa!
(sombre music)
Here.
These are the columns that support the throne room.
(eerie music)
(cork pops)
(liquid pours)
-(cork pops) -(liquid pours)
(rousing music)
(pops)
(rousing music)
Make sure all the columns are destroyed.
Don't waste the silver fire on just one. Spread it out.
They will no longer live in a palace built by slaves.
(rumbling)
Sit down.
It is about time we talked, Father.
I want to know why.
Because he was weak.
How could someone so timid hope to rule Mahishmati?
He did not understand that, to survive in a cruel world,
you must become cruel yourself.
(crickets chirping)
-(young Bhallaladeva groans) -(Bijjaladeva grunts)
-(footsteps) -(young Bhallaladeva groans)
(Bijjaladeva grunts)
(gasps) Where are we, Father? I want to go home.
I am going to make you strong, my son.
So strong that
you will be the greatest ruler Mahishmati has ever had.
Your name will strike fear in the hearts of the people.
Isn't that what you want?
(hesitates) If that is what you want, Father.
It is what you want, you snivelling wretch!
Say it! Say, "I want to be strong!"
I want... I want to be strong!
-I want to be strong! -Hmm.
(young Bhallaladeva sobs)
-(knife swishes) -Hmm!
Father, what is that for?
This is my gift to you.
With this, you will, at last, become a prince worthy of Mahishmati.
What must I do?
In there.
In that place is a challenge to your rule.
A threat that must be erased to protect us.
Who is there, Father?
It was a mistake, but one I kept returning to.
You are my rightful heir.
My only son.
Show me you are worthy of the throne.
That you can take what is yours.
That you want to be strong.
That's enough, Rakta. Time for bed.
But I am almost finished. Look.
Grrr!
Oh! How terrifying!
You weren't really scared, were you?
I was! I was! So scared! It was as if--
(door screeches)
I want to be strong. I want to be strong.
What's wrong, child? Are you lost? Come here.
I will help you.
There is nothing to be afraid of.
I want to be strong. I want to be strong.
(lady screams)
(flesh squelches)
(metal clanks)
Son?
(footsteps approaching)
Bhalla?
Did you hear them screaming?
They were so afraid at the end, Father. Of me.
How... how do you feel?
I feel like, for the first time, blood is coursing through my veins.
My heart throbbed inside my chest.
I finally feel...
strong.
Huh?
Come, come. We must leave this place.
-We must never speak of this night. -(knife clanks)
(Bijjaladeva) Ever.
(fire crackling)
I didn't just make him strong.
I made him a monster.
You made two that night.
I crawled out of our burning home, dragging my mother's body with me.
I hid for days with her corpse,
begging her to wake up.
Until slavers found me and took me to the mines. But I was not alone.
You gave me a great gift.
Hate.
Whenever my breath faltered,
this hate would breathe new life into me.
Eventually, I overthrew the slavers, took over the mines
and became the ruler of that forsaken place.
A crown of blood and pain from the hundreds I slaughtered.
I established my kingdom there.
And I uncovered the power of the Black Forge,
the instrument of my revenge.
My mother actually loved you.
I think she is the only person who ever has.
It was a mistake. All of it.
Your crowns make you think
that your birthright allows you to choose who lives and who dies.
But now, my dear father,
your life is in my hands, and I am the one who chooses.
(pants) I beg you to spare my life. Please.
You're pathetic.
Why do you hate yourself so much, old man?
(Bhallaladeva) Just look at him.
Wouldn't you hate yourself
if that was how you were?
Ah, my brother.
What a family reunion this is.
It won't be for long.
It is time I finished the job I started long ago.
Please try.
-Kill him, my son! Kill him! -(sword swishes)
(dramatic music)
-(Bhallaladeva grunts) -(swords clash)
(thud)
-(sword swishes) -(metal clanks)
-(thud) -You think you're strong?
(Raktadeva) You're still the coward you always were,
disguising it with cruelty,
and your only achievement is your royal blood.
Everything you have, you earned none of it.
A rich but weak little prince.
(pitcher shatters)
I am not weak.
There is no one stronger than me!
(thud)
You have no idea the price I have paid
to become what I am!
-(Raktadeva groans) -What I have suffered.
Who are you to judge me?
You are just a slave. No name, no title.
(scoffs) You have nothing.
Nothing? I had something you will never have.
I had love.
-(thud) -(Bhallaladeva groans)
(thud)
(thwack)
(Raktadeva pants)
(thud)
(rumbling)
What is happening?
(rumbling continues)
We leverage the forests and find a way to lure his men
through the narrow pass.
We must force Katappa to come
and fight on a battlefield of our choosing.
I want messengers sent...
What... what is happening?
(rumbling)
We need to get you out of here, my queen.
Evacuate the palace. I want everyone out before it gets--
(thud)
-Look out! -(Sivagami groans)
(rumbling continues)
(intense music)
(metal clanks)
(intense music)
(clanking continues)
(liquid pouring)
(Bhairav pants)
-You need to get out of here! -It's... it's too late.
Save your friends.
(intense music)
Get up, all of you!
(intense music)
Get up and help the others!
Huh?
(Baahubali pants)
(metal clanks)
We need to get out of here before it all comes down!
(pants)
Why? Why?
I'll tell you later. Just leave quickly.
Run!
-(footsteps) -(thud)
(rumbling intensifies)
(Bhairav gasps)
(thudding)