The Legend of Hanuman (2021–…): Season 2, Episode 2 - Simhika Rises - full transcript
Indrajit unleashes the ravenous Simhika. Hanuman must come to terms with his newfound powers.
Do not get too close, brother.
Magnificent!
A weapon that
even father doesn't possess.
The king of all weapons.
The Brahmastra.
Given to you
by the Creator himself.
Given?
The gods do not give us anything.
I suffered much, sacrificed much,
to claim this spear.
The gods are our enemies.
Now and forever.
Never forget that, Akshay.
I am glad
I don't stand against you, brother.
The owner of such great astras.
Who would dare face you?
Only a fool.
But peace is tiresome, Akshay.
It has been too long since we've fought
a great battle, swords in hand.
I don't find peace boring.
There are so many worthy pursuits
other than war. Architecture, arts.
So says my scholarly brother.
So, tell me, how many books have
you read, or "conquered," this year?
I know. These activities are not common
amongst rakshasas.
I often believe
our people can change...
My Lord!
You must see what is happening!
The storm, my Lords!
I've never seen a storm rise
so suddenly. What caused it?
A god.
Not while Ravan sits upon the throne
of Lanka. Which god would dare?
This is the work of Vayu
and his intention is not battle, but...
celebration, joy.
These winds are his cries of happiness.
He is bringing something toward Lanka.
A danger carried on an ill-wind.
But dangers must be faced head-on.
Brother?
Old bear! Get up!
Not the mango! Grab him!
What's wrong, Jambhvan?
No! It cannot be.
Stand aside.
I did not suspect...
What have I done?
Hanuman was not ready,
not for this...
No, Hanuman!
What is it, Jambhvan?
What terrifies you so?
She has been freed, Angad.
Freed after so many centuries.
And poor Hanuman is flying
straight towards her! She's awake!
Who? Who has been freed?
Simhika.
Who is Simhika?
Once she was just a rakshas.
Powerful in her own way,
yet limited in strength and cruelty.
Many ages ago, she was driven
into the depths of the sea.
There she changed into something
far more terrible.
A scourge on all ships
on the water.
I know not whether she was cursed
by some divine being
or brought the change upon herself,
twisted by her isolation
from the upper world.
But somehow the darkness transformed her
into a thing that defied definition.
No longer a rakshas
and instead...
a creature of pure,
mindless destruction.
But Hanuman is no ship! He's not bound
on the water but flying above it.
He'll be safe.
There's nothing to worry about.
Yes, he'll fly straight
over Simhika.
You don't understand!
Nothing can escape Simhika's wrath.
Not even Hanuman?
Not even his shadow.
Jambhvan! What's happened?
Angad, my greatest fear
has been realised.
After all he has done,
all he has achieved, this... Angad!
I fear Hanuman is no more.
No, you can't be sure.
I had expected so many
great things from him.
Just as he was learning
what he truly was...
this tragedy.
Everything was in vain!
Perhaps there is a chance
we can save him.
From Simhika? No, Angad, no.
I must try. Hanuman is my friend.
And lose you also?
Then what hope is there?
None at all.
Now, even more, the vaanars
and the hopes of the world
rest on your shoulders.
If you fall...
we are surely doomed.
My heart cannot take
another such loss.
The storm is fiercer than ever,
brother!
Vayu is angry, brother.
I have dealt with his agent.
By unleashing Simhika?
She needed feeding.
It's a horrible fate to deliver
to anyone. Even an enemy.
So, better to die nobly in battle?
Sword in hand, your enemies slaughtered
around you until you are overwhelmed?
Yet the kingdom is saved?
Yes, and have the poets sing my glory
till the stars no longer shine.
That is the fate I wish for.
Then why should we hand over
such a fate to an enemy?
The harsher the death
the better.
Now, Simhika has satiated her hunger
Let's satiate ours.
My brother, it's time to eat.
Come on.
Again.
I think we have trained enough.
We have other duties...
Again, brother!
There is nothing more important
than learning the art of war.
You don't really believe that,
do you?
Be honest, brother,
you love a good fight as much as anyone.
You're a master of war.
Never seek out war, Lakshman.
There is no glory in what makes
women widows and children orphans.
War is destruction, Lakshman.
And to love destruction
is to love nothing at all.
Vayu is angry.
He has reason to be.
His son is gone.
Then that's it? We give up?
Turn around and head back?
What would you have me say, Angad?
Hanuman was our best hope.
He was our storm. The elemental force
that nothing could withstand.
The power that shapes mountains,
that makes cities tremble
and raises the sea.
He was the one that carried us high
on his mighty shoulders.
He lifted us all to become better.
Hanuman is not dead, old bear.
You believe this?
I know Hanuman, Jambhvan.
He's almost as stubborn as me.
He's too stubborn to die
and won't accept defeat.
He will amaze us yet.
No, no, no, no, no!
Hanuman, what are you doing
down there?
You missed the council meeting.
Did you forget?
Enough wise old heads were there
without needing mine.
Sometimes the best advice
does not come from the old or wise.
You should have come.
Because I am neither old nor wise?
You are the one
at the bottom of a cliff.
Come on.
Older and wiser is often slower
and more cautious, Hanuman.
It can lead to too much hesitation.
I know you will not hesitate to do
whatever it takes when the time comes.
Your strength gives me hope
that I will see my Sita again.
I give you hope?
Yes, my friend, above all others.
You.
You give me hope, Hanuman.
Ram.
Ram.
Ram.
Ram.
Ram.
Ram.
Did you hear that, brother?
I did, I did. That was my stomach.
I haven't eaten well, so...
Not that. There!
Did you hear? Angad! Did you...
It is merely the wind.
Or perhaps not.
Do you hear it, old bear?
That is no wind.
It's something else.
Hanuman!
See, Jambhvan? Hanuman's greatness
beat even that sea beast!
-O Hanuman, ocean of...
-Wisdom!
Victory to thee, O Hanuman!
Hanuman! Hanuman! Hanuman!
Victory to thee, O Hanuman
Ocean of wisdom!
Victory to thee, O Hanuman
Ocean of wisdom!
Victory to thee, O Hanuman
Ocean of wisdom!
All hail to you,
O fountain of power.
You illuminate the entire cosmos
with your glory.
Hello, Lanka.
Slave!
My Lord?
Prepare my weapons.
All of them.
Magnificent!
A weapon that
even father doesn't possess.
The king of all weapons.
The Brahmastra.
Given to you
by the Creator himself.
Given?
The gods do not give us anything.
I suffered much, sacrificed much,
to claim this spear.
The gods are our enemies.
Now and forever.
Never forget that, Akshay.
I am glad
I don't stand against you, brother.
The owner of such great astras.
Who would dare face you?
Only a fool.
But peace is tiresome, Akshay.
It has been too long since we've fought
a great battle, swords in hand.
I don't find peace boring.
There are so many worthy pursuits
other than war. Architecture, arts.
So says my scholarly brother.
So, tell me, how many books have
you read, or "conquered," this year?
I know. These activities are not common
amongst rakshasas.
I often believe
our people can change...
My Lord!
You must see what is happening!
The storm, my Lords!
I've never seen a storm rise
so suddenly. What caused it?
A god.
Not while Ravan sits upon the throne
of Lanka. Which god would dare?
This is the work of Vayu
and his intention is not battle, but...
celebration, joy.
These winds are his cries of happiness.
He is bringing something toward Lanka.
A danger carried on an ill-wind.
But dangers must be faced head-on.
Brother?
Old bear! Get up!
Not the mango! Grab him!
What's wrong, Jambhvan?
No! It cannot be.
Stand aside.
I did not suspect...
What have I done?
Hanuman was not ready,
not for this...
No, Hanuman!
What is it, Jambhvan?
What terrifies you so?
She has been freed, Angad.
Freed after so many centuries.
And poor Hanuman is flying
straight towards her! She's awake!
Who? Who has been freed?
Simhika.
Who is Simhika?
Once she was just a rakshas.
Powerful in her own way,
yet limited in strength and cruelty.
Many ages ago, she was driven
into the depths of the sea.
There she changed into something
far more terrible.
A scourge on all ships
on the water.
I know not whether she was cursed
by some divine being
or brought the change upon herself,
twisted by her isolation
from the upper world.
But somehow the darkness transformed her
into a thing that defied definition.
No longer a rakshas
and instead...
a creature of pure,
mindless destruction.
But Hanuman is no ship! He's not bound
on the water but flying above it.
He'll be safe.
There's nothing to worry about.
Yes, he'll fly straight
over Simhika.
You don't understand!
Nothing can escape Simhika's wrath.
Not even Hanuman?
Not even his shadow.
Jambhvan! What's happened?
Angad, my greatest fear
has been realised.
After all he has done,
all he has achieved, this... Angad!
I fear Hanuman is no more.
No, you can't be sure.
I had expected so many
great things from him.
Just as he was learning
what he truly was...
this tragedy.
Everything was in vain!
Perhaps there is a chance
we can save him.
From Simhika? No, Angad, no.
I must try. Hanuman is my friend.
And lose you also?
Then what hope is there?
None at all.
Now, even more, the vaanars
and the hopes of the world
rest on your shoulders.
If you fall...
we are surely doomed.
My heart cannot take
another such loss.
The storm is fiercer than ever,
brother!
Vayu is angry, brother.
I have dealt with his agent.
By unleashing Simhika?
She needed feeding.
It's a horrible fate to deliver
to anyone. Even an enemy.
So, better to die nobly in battle?
Sword in hand, your enemies slaughtered
around you until you are overwhelmed?
Yet the kingdom is saved?
Yes, and have the poets sing my glory
till the stars no longer shine.
That is the fate I wish for.
Then why should we hand over
such a fate to an enemy?
The harsher the death
the better.
Now, Simhika has satiated her hunger
Let's satiate ours.
My brother, it's time to eat.
Come on.
Again.
I think we have trained enough.
We have other duties...
Again, brother!
There is nothing more important
than learning the art of war.
You don't really believe that,
do you?
Be honest, brother,
you love a good fight as much as anyone.
You're a master of war.
Never seek out war, Lakshman.
There is no glory in what makes
women widows and children orphans.
War is destruction, Lakshman.
And to love destruction
is to love nothing at all.
Vayu is angry.
He has reason to be.
His son is gone.
Then that's it? We give up?
Turn around and head back?
What would you have me say, Angad?
Hanuman was our best hope.
He was our storm. The elemental force
that nothing could withstand.
The power that shapes mountains,
that makes cities tremble
and raises the sea.
He was the one that carried us high
on his mighty shoulders.
He lifted us all to become better.
Hanuman is not dead, old bear.
You believe this?
I know Hanuman, Jambhvan.
He's almost as stubborn as me.
He's too stubborn to die
and won't accept defeat.
He will amaze us yet.
No, no, no, no, no!
Hanuman, what are you doing
down there?
You missed the council meeting.
Did you forget?
Enough wise old heads were there
without needing mine.
Sometimes the best advice
does not come from the old or wise.
You should have come.
Because I am neither old nor wise?
You are the one
at the bottom of a cliff.
Come on.
Older and wiser is often slower
and more cautious, Hanuman.
It can lead to too much hesitation.
I know you will not hesitate to do
whatever it takes when the time comes.
Your strength gives me hope
that I will see my Sita again.
I give you hope?
Yes, my friend, above all others.
You.
You give me hope, Hanuman.
Ram.
Ram.
Ram.
Ram.
Ram.
Ram.
Did you hear that, brother?
I did, I did. That was my stomach.
I haven't eaten well, so...
Not that. There!
Did you hear? Angad! Did you...
It is merely the wind.
Or perhaps not.
Do you hear it, old bear?
That is no wind.
It's something else.
Hanuman!
See, Jambhvan? Hanuman's greatness
beat even that sea beast!
-O Hanuman, ocean of...
-Wisdom!
Victory to thee, O Hanuman!
Hanuman! Hanuman! Hanuman!
Victory to thee, O Hanuman
Ocean of wisdom!
Victory to thee, O Hanuman
Ocean of wisdom!
Victory to thee, O Hanuman
Ocean of wisdom!
All hail to you,
O fountain of power.
You illuminate the entire cosmos
with your glory.
Hello, Lanka.
Slave!
My Lord?
Prepare my weapons.
All of them.