All language subtitles for Eklavya The Royal Guard (2007)_track3_[eng]

In the ancient times
of the Mahabharata...

...a tribal boy...

...wanted to learn the art of archery.
He went to the great guru Dronacharya.

But Drona refused.

He was mentor to princes and kings.

How could he teach a low caste tribal?

He returned to the jungle.

He made a statue of Drona...

...called it his Guru and
practiced archery, night and day.

One day, Drona was out hunting.

Suddenly, his dog stopped barking.

Seven arrows had
sealed its mouth shut.

The archer had shot the
arrows with such skill...

...that the dog felt no pain,
and shed no blood.

No pain, no blood. No pain, no blood.

Drona was astonished.
Who was this skilled archer?

This magical marksman?

Do you know who it was?
- Eklavya!

His name was Eklavya.
Your name is Eklavya too.

Yes, my mother named me
after that great archer.

Then?
- Then, Drona was baffled.

This untouchable tribal was superior
to his star pupil, Prince Arjun.

He had to be stopped.

Drona said, 'Son,
you have trained before my statue.

Claimed me as your guru.
You must pay my fee.'

Eklavya smiled and said,
'Whatever you wish, O' Guru.'

Do you know what Drona demanded?
- What?

Eklavya's right thumb.
- His thumb! Why?

Without his thumb,
how would Eklavya draw his bowstring?

He could never outshine Prince Arjun.

Eklavya didn't cut off his thumb,
did he?

Eklavya merely smiled,
cut off his thumb...

...and offered it at his Guru's feet.

No pain. No blood.
No pain. No blood. No...

No Nandini. There was a lot of pain.
A lot of blood.

But without flinching,
Eklavya fulfilled...

...his dharma. His sacred duty.
- What kind of dharma is this?

This dharma is wrong.
I'd have refused.

Eklavya was wrong.

Eklavya was wrong.

'Shall I compare thee
to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely
and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake
the darling buds of May.

And summer's lease
hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the
eye of heaven shines.

And often it is his
gold complexion dimm'd.

And every fair from
fair sometime declines.

(Chair creaks)

By chance or nature's
changing course untrimm'd.'

Remember this sonnet?

I read it to you when you first
came to Devigarh.

And you gifted me this flower.

It has withered away now.

'But thy eternal summer...

(Laughs)

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.

Nor lose possession...'
- Eklavya.

Eklavya.

(Chair creaks)

Mother says call Eklavya.

Eklavya.

Eklavya.

Dear son, by God's grace, the Queen
is recovering from her illness.

Yet gloom engulfs me.

Putting this pen to paper
is my only solace.

Only through these letters,
can my heart speak.

The rest is silence.

I am but a mere wall of this fort.

That exists only to protect the King.

Each moment of my life
is a brick in this wall.

But this wall is now ravaged by age.

The eagle eyes that once watched
over this fort are going blind.

(Insect creeping)

But my ears miss nothing.

What does it yearn for?

Perhaps, your voice calling out to me.

When an aging father's
hands begin to tremble...

...it is his son's duty
to give him a helping hand.

Where are you, my son?

Eklavya.

Water? Some water, my Queen?

Eklavya.

Mother says, Call Eklavya.

Eklavya.

Mother says, Call Eklavya.

Mother says, Call Eklavya.

(Chair creaks)

Would you like some water?
- Eklavya.

(Vessel thuds)

Eklavya.

Call whom, dearest?
- Eklavya.

Who?
- Eklavya.

Eklavya.

Eklavya.

Eklavya.

No!

No!

(Crying)

No!

No.

(Coughs)

No!

Mother is dead.
Now we don't need Eklavya.

Eklavya!

To the Queen's chamber. Now!

Send for my son, Eklavya.

Call my son! Now!

(Helicopter whirring)

Father.

Father.

How are your eyes?

Absolutely fine.

Fine? Nothing is fine, Prince.

The sun's glare blinds him completely.

Rajjo took him to the doctor.

He said his eyes were...
'photosensitive'.

Yes. Mother mentioned it in her letter.
I will speak with the doctor.

How's Rajjo?
- She's fine. Thank you.

Rajjo was with Her Highness
through her illness.

She said the Queen really missed you.

Come here now.

Hurry!

Should a Prince make such
a public spectacle of himself?

Should a Queen pull her
Prince's ears like this?

Oh? So she shouldn't?

What would you have her do,
mighty Prince?

She should say sorry.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay?

My dear son.

Good you came, Harsh.

Such a shame you couldn't be here
when your mother really needed you.

Anyway, it's too late now.

Come on. Let's go.

(Women mourning)

I seek your blessings.
- She kept calling your name.

And left us.

I said, 'I am here too!

Your husband. Call my name.'
But she wouldn't.

Just kept calling your name.

Do you know how it felt? I felt so...

Just called your name and...
she's gone.

Brother.

Mild heart attack.
She was recovering but then...

Go. Get ready.

The funeral rites
must begin before sunset.

Wear a white dhoti.
You'll find one in your room.

It's the culture here.
They are touchy about it. Let's go.

Mother, your last words were,
'Take care of Harsh.'

Give me the strength...

...to ease his grief.

Guide me, Mother...

How is he?
- Why so restless, child?

See the fort? Your love
cannot scale those high walls...

Did he ask about me?
- He did.

What did he ask?
- 'How is Rajjo?'

See.

Lord, look after my daughter.

She's innocent, she's naive.

Please don't break her heart.

(Wind chimes tinkling)

Nandini.

Nandini.

Nandini, where are you?

O' Kind King,
is Princess Nandini home?

Princess Nandini is not here.

Oh! Where could she be?

She's gone to the temple
with her mother.

Okay.

Please tell her that her brother Harsh
had come to meet her.

She will... I mean... I will.

Ok then, I'll just go back to London.

Fooled you! Fooled you!

Don't you get it? Mother is dead.
How could I go to the temple with her?

I didn't think of that.
- And don't talk about leaving.

Everyone leaves me.

Except Rajjo.
But she also leaves at night.

Rajjo stay here at night.
I get frightened alone.

Won't you stay, Rajjo?

How are you, Rajjo?

I'm well.

Your father told me,
you took good care of my mother.

Rajjo was always
there for her... always.

The Queen really missed you.

She left you this letter.

She asked that you read it alone.

Then she said, 'Take care of Harsh.'
Didn't she, Rajjo?

Dear son...

Will it be me,
or my letter that will greet you...

...on your return?

I take every breath with caution,
fearing each will be my last.

I hope I live to hold you
one last time.

But I fear that will not be.
This letter then...

...must reveal to you,
the secret of your birth.

Son, King Jaywardhan
is not your father.

He could never be one.
Nature didn't wish it so.

When it was discovered,
he couldn't give the Kingdom an heir...

...your grandmother resorted
to an age-old tradition of...

...begetting an heir from a sage.

The quest took us to the
banks of the holy river Gangotri.

Eklavya was with us.

The Queen Mother trusted Eklavya
more than any sage.

So did I.

You and Nandini have
a noble father. Eklavya.

I tell you this now because
your father needs you.

He is growing old and blind.

If your father learns that
I've revealed this secret...

...he will believe I violated our vow.
I failed my dharma. My sacred duty.

But I believe dharma is,
as the great Mahabharata says.

'Dharmah Matibhyah Udghrutah.'

Dharma is born from reason.

Dharma is born from intellect.

It is what your heart,
your mind feels is right.

Dharma is what your soul
accepts as true and sacred.

I have fulfilled my dharma.

Now son... you must fulfill yours.

Promise me,
you will look after your father.

I promise, mother.

I'll chop off Eklavya's head
and hang it at the gate!

He has contaminated our royal blood.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

I didn't know myself.

All these years I believed our mother.

She said it was some
sage from Gangotri.

I believed her.

The Queen bore twins.

One, a mentally challenged daughter.

Even that, I accepted.

But today I find...

...a worthless guard...

...the father of my children.

He slept with my Queen.

Jyoti. He sired my children.

My wife... and my guard!

So submissive all these years.
Head bowed.

How he must've laughed.

Laughed at my inadequacies. At my
every shameful flaw. Even this, Jyoti!

(Sobbing)

Eklavya is coming.

(Footsteps approach)

Bastard!

Sir?

Tell him, Jyoti!

His Highness has just
received a death threat.

The caller said, we must
return the farmers their land...

...or the King will die.

How can this be?

They failed to repay their debt.
We annexed their land.

Bhiku, their leader, was found dead...

...on the railway track,
with a suicide note.

But they accuse us of his murder.
The bastards!

Now go. Go!

Find my son.
Tell him, his father's life is in danger.

Whose life? His father's. Now go!

Jyoti.

I spoke the truth. Didn't I?

Whoever is Harsh's father...

...will die.
- Rest assured, Brother.

Before sunset tomorrow,
Eklavya will burn on his pyre...

...just like the Queen.

Prince, I looked for you everywhere.
What are you doing here? Alone?

Mother is the one alone, Eklavya.
Everyone abandoned her.

Will you sit with us?

She will like that.
- You are needed back at the fort.

Your father has received
a death threat.

My father?

Do I have a father?

Have you seen my father?

I want to meet him.

Tell him,
I sit here alone with my mother.

Tell him, I miss him. Can he join us?

What was she to him? Nothing?

Can't he do this much?

Let's go. Prince.

I want to cry, Eklavya.

But the tears don't come.

Will you hold me?

Please.

Son, do not extend your hand.

If I hold you, it'd call for disaster!

After that fateful trip to Gangotri...

...your mother and I were
strangers till the end.

We swore not to let
our children even realise...

...that I'm their father.

Nandini's guileless laughter...
it breaks my heart.

I want to hold her and cry out,
'I am your father.'

But this can never be.

Never.

Harsh!

Are you crying Harsh?

Why?

Please don't. Do you miss Mother?

She's with us, silly.
We have many mothers.

One, two, three, four...
Would you like to meet them?

See? 'Mother at Diwali.'
Isn't she lovely?

'Birthday Mother.' Please see.

'Mother at the Temple.'

'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Mother.'

And this one is...

No. Not this one.

It's a bad painting.
- Show me that painting.

No! It's horrible.
- It's okay.

It has blood.
- It's alright.

Tell me. What is it?

The secret can never leave that room.
He will kill me.

Who?
- I can't tell you.

If the secret leaves that room,
he'll kill me.

Which room?

If the secret leaves that room,
he'll kill me.

Which room?

(Nandini sobbing)

Now, the secret will
never leave mother's room.

But the door is open.

Are you nervous, Bablu?

Don't worry. We live in a democracy.
These are mere cardboard kings.

My baton is far mightier
than their sword.

Come on.

Hey Bablu, see this wall?

My ancestor was buried
alive in this wall.

Just like a ribbon is cut
to inaugurate a new building...

...these kings killed us untouchables
for good luck!

Meet my ancestor, Kalwa Chohar.

If I didn't yearn
to meet Eklavya again...

...I wouldn't even piss on this fort!

Come on.

Sir, recognize me?

I am Pannu. Pannalal Chohar.
Dhannalal Chohar's son.

I seek your blessings.

Remember the Dussera fair?
I am the boy who caught the bell.

(Children shouting playfully)

(Bell tinkling)

Remember?

You were amazing.
I couldn't sleep all night.

I was inspired. I wanted
to become someone worthy like you.

And here I am.
Myself, Police Chief Pannalal Chohar.

Thank you, Sir.

I would give anything
to see that feat again.

Will you... please?

I'm not sure I can do it anymore, son.

No harm trying.

Please meet His Highness first. Come.

One moment. Promise?

Yes. Come.

(Footsteps approach)

These damn farmers have gone mad!
They have threatened to kill me.

Are you writing the report, Bablu?

I am not a bad writer myself,
Your Highness.

Why does the troubled King
hide in his mighty mansion?

Does he fear those poor naked
farmers harbor a secret passion?

Should he not know that
time and tide wait for none?

You dare mock me?
Don't forget, I'm King Jaywardhan.

And you are a mere...
- Untouchable? I wouldn't say it.

In our democracy,
discrimination is a crime.

Under which act, Bablu?

Never mind the act.
Handcuffs would be a fact.

For generations, we have been the law.
And you dare to speak of handcuffs?

We have ruled for 2000 years.

And we have suffered for 5000 years!

I'm the grandson of that low caste man
buried alive in this fort.

Your good luck charm!

I'm the child of those untouchables,
whose hands were cut off...

...for daring to touch the holy books.

Enough history!

Your security will be here in an hour.

One hour?

That's democracy for you,
Your Highness. Free will, you see.

Some cops will be at the tea stalls.
Some at the sweet shop.

Rounding them up takes time, no?

I'm off then.

Shall we, Sir?

(Bell tinkling)

Will you show me now, Sir?
- You don't give up easily, Pannalal.

How do you think an untouchable
got to be a highly decorated officer?

Bablu, the blindfold!
- I don't need one.

The sunlight blinds me anyway.

But you did it with a blindfold then.
It looks impressive.

All right.

Ready Sir?
- Yes.

(Bell tinkling)

(Bell tinkling)

(Bell tinkling)

(Bell tinkling)

(Bell tinkling)

(Bell tinkling)

We can't do that with our eyes open.
How do you do it blindfolded?

Drowned...

...my father drowned
protecting his King.

I searched the lake all night.

Then mother came.
- Son.

This belonged to your father.
Now you must accept it as yours.

From this day on,
he will live through you.

Henceforth, you have only one dharma.
The protection of your King.

Fail and nine generations
of our family will burn in hell.

Like the unbending Eklavya
you too must follow your dharma.

From that day on
she named me Eklavya...

...and my father's weapon
became my only companion.

No one knows this story.
I don't know why I told you.

I'll tell you why.
It's because you like me.

(Bell tinkling)

Sir, were you present when
the King received the death threat?

No. Only his brother Jyoti was there.

The one who lives in the red bungalow.
Near the railway tracks. Right?

Goodbye then, Sir.

By sunset, Eklavya will be by
your side. Do what you want with him.

What shall I do, my Queen?
You were always my guide.

Should I call Jyoti or not?

His Highness hasn't called yet.

(Table creaks)
- His Highness!' 'His Highness!'

My blood boils every time
you call that eunuch 'His Highness!'

If Harsh treated me so,
I'd put a bullet through his head.

Uday, how do I look?

'His Highness!' 'As you wish,
Your Highness!'

How can you call him 'Your Highness?'
I'm ashamed to call him uncle.

How long have you
been calling him uncle?

27 years.
- 52 years!

52 years of 'Yes,
Your Highness,' 'No, Your Highness,'

'Your wish is my command,
Your Highness.' - (Phone rings)

Hello, Jyoti.
- Yes, Your Highness.

The police have bought the story.

That's good, Your Highness.
We leave in half an hour.

What time is it in your watch?
- 5:25 p.m.

It's four minutes fast.
Please adjust it.

We will meet at 6:10 p.m.
Your Highness. Exactly 6:10 p.m.

Dad... we have a guest.

(Nandini laughs)

It's gone.
It's gone. Rajjo lost her kite!

I cut it! I cut the kite loose!

(Laughs)

Rajjo deliberately lost the
kite contest. Nandini is delighted.

Rajjo's a lovely girl, Omkar.

You've brought her up very well.
- Hardly.

I was so busy driving
these royals around...

...I never noticed when
my little girl grew up.

She's lovely.
I worry about whom she will marry.

It will all work out, Omkar.

Mr. Marksman...

...I've been telling you for years.

If you had bothered to marry
and produced a handsome son...

...I wouldn't have had to worry.

They'd fall in love and marry.
We'd be in-laws, dear Marksman.

(Laughs)

Look! The Prince is here.

Let me see.

What's the King done to
deserve such a wonderful son?

The Queen's death
has left him very lonely.

I feel like giving him a hug.

Father.

No, little Prince.
Don't call me father.

I don't have that right.
I'm just a humble servant.

I would love to hug him too.

But I can't. I don't have that right.

I'm just a humble servant.

(Nandini laughs)

You really take good care of her.
Thank you.

It pleases me to see her happy.
Now that you're here, shall I go?

Please wait.

Do you remember mother's lullaby?

The Moon Song?
- Yes.

Would you sing it for me?

Here? Now?
- Please.

I miss mother.

Hear anything?

You can only see with binoculars,
Mr. Marksman. Not hear.

She's singing.

"My child, my moon."

"Smile softly, my moon-child."

"Come gently..."

"...my eyes are your sky.
Frolic there forever."

"My child, my moon."

"Smile softly, my moon-child."

"Come gently..."

"...my eyes are your sky.
Frolic there forever."

"Gently, O' tenderly."

"Swing from the clouds.
Swing and smile."

"Gently, O' tenderly."

"Swing from the clouds.
Swing and smile."

"Smile, my moon-child!"

"Smile softly, my moon-child."

"Come gently..."

"...my eyes are your sky.
Frolic there forever."

(Music)

"Smile softly, moon-child."

(Music)

Frolic there forever.

His Highness has summoned you both.
Right away!

Right away? Where to?

'Shall I compare thee
to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely
and more temperate.

The Queen loved this sonnet.

Shakespeare.

She died listening to it.

'Shall I compare thee
to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely
and more temperate.

'Rough winds do shake
the darling buds of May.'

'And summer's lease hath
all too short a date.'

Eklavya, where would
you like to be cremated?

Sir?

God forbid,
if you were to die unexpectedly...

...where would they cremate you?

Sir... my village, Dhachigam.

That just won't do!
You've served us so long.

You will be cremated...

...in the royal grounds.

Alongside your Queen.

(Brakes squeal)

(Train horn blares)

(Gunshot)
- (Groans)

(Train horn blares)

Down, Your Highness...

(Gunshot)
- (Glass shatters)

(Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

Kill him! Kill him!

(Train horn blares)
- What are you doing? Kill him!

Are you deaf? Kill him now!

Yes, Your Highness.
Your wish is my command.

(Gunshot)

(Car door opens)

Eklavya!

Eklavya.

Your Highness...

Your Highness...

Your Highness...

Your Highness...

Your Highness...

Your Highness...

Your Highness, they've taken my brother.
They'll hang our boys.

They say we murdered the King.
- They call us farmers.

But we don't have enough land
for our own graves.

First they take our land.
Now our sons.

We tried to protest,
but they killed Bhiku, our leader...

...and called it a suicide.
Your Highness. Listen to us.

We are being framed.
It's a conspiracy.

Enough. We can't take it anymore.

Whose camel is this?

Whose camel is this?

Speak up!

Rajjo...?

I will marry Rajjo.

I seek your blessings.

(Sobbing)

(Sobbing)

(Thundering)

(Thundering)

May I come in?

This is now your home, Rajjo.
You can come and go as you please.

Thank you.

Thank you for what?

Thank you for making my father smile.

Your promise of marriage
helped him go peacefully.

I saw him smile.

But now that he's gone...

I won't hold you to your promise.

Rajjo, I...
- Please let me finish.

Not that I'm not happy
with your promise.

Ever since I was a little girl...
...I dreamt of marrying you.

Dreamt of us being together.

Father thought I was naive.

But I had faith.

I always saw...

...my dream fulfilled with your love.

Not your charity, or your pity.

May I speak now?

Rajjo...

Why did mother trust you
with her last letter?

Why does Nandini love you so dearly?

Her face lights up
when she hears your name.

Truth is...

...I too feel the same way.

But I remain silent.
I can't express myself.

Nandini can.

She is the only sane person
in this fort.

You know this fort...
it does terrible things to people.

This citadel of customs, traditions,
rites and rituals is driving me insane.

Rajjo...

I am no longer the
Harsh of your dreams.

For fifty years, you have
enjoyed the comforts of this fort.

But when the King needed you most,
you ducked behind the camels!

Uday!

Were you singing hymns when the
killer kicked the gun from your hands?

Uday! Show some respect to Eklavya.

For generations his family
has protected our kings.

He was blinded by the sun,
deafened by the train.

Otherwise those worthless farmers
couldn't have touched His Highness.

Officer, what has your
investigation revealed?

We now know that the camel
belonged to a farmer named Hariya.

He's being questioned.

Break Hariya's knees.
That'll sober his rebellion.

They were not farmers.

(Snaps finger)

Eklavya?

How many fingers do you see?

Can't see from five feet away.

How do you know
they were not farmers?

Eklavya's father sacrificed
his life protecting the King.

Ballads are sung in his praise.

So, tell me, Eklavya.
How did you escape all those bullets?

The farmers spared him.

The same lowly blood
runs through his veins.

Ah! I see. A brotherhood of bastards.

Officer. Please take
his statement outside.

Sir...

You can't counter verbal
insults with a gun.

They asked me if I
was busy singing hymns...

...when the killer kicked away my gun.

And for that, you want to kill them?

Yes!

Sir, that's insane. Why?

I haven't told a soul...

...that my gun was kicked away.

How do they know?

What are you saying, Sir?

They assassinated my King.

I recognize the clang of his shoe.
It is them.

Out of my way.
- Sir... Sir. Please calm down.

Leave them to me. This is my sport.
They're my 'pigeons.'

You won't be able to do a thing.
Move out of my way.

I give you my word.
I'll get them. I'll find a way.

Straight or crooked.

Do you know they killed Bhiku,
the farmers' leader?

His suicide note was fake.
They will meet the same fate.

On the same railway track.
With a suicide note that is just as fake.

This is my job. I'll do it.

Out of my way, Pannalal.

If I let you through,
you will kill them, and hang for it.

So what? I do not care...
- If I must, I'll arrest you.

If I must, I'll kill you.

Give me the gun.

Enough bloodshed. Give it to me.

You do not see what my blind eyes do.

They murdered the King. You're next.

They will kill you for the crown.

There's a jeep outside.
Take it and leave.

A monthly pension will
reach you in Dhachigam.

You're free. Please leave.

Leave?

With my King's death un-avenged?

I am but a mere wall of this fort.

That exists only to protect the King.
Each moment...

'Each moment of my life
is like a brick in this wall.

But this wall is now ravaged by age.

The eagle eyes that once watched
over this fort are going blind.'

You read my letters?

Yes.

Every word was written for me, right?

Who... who told you?

Mother.

Adharm! She committed a sin!

I kept our secret buried
within me all my life.

The Queen has sinned!
- No.

Mother committed no sin.

Read her letter.

'Dharmah Matibhyah Udghrutah.'

Dharma is born from reason.

Dharma is born from intellect.

It is what your heart
and mind embrace.

Dharma is what your soul
accepts as true and sacred.

Mother fulfilled her dharma.

And now I, your son...

...will fulfill mine.

Please leave this place.

Your Highness.

Sir.

Son.

You cannot condemn me to exile.

You cannot!

How can a son condemn
his father to exile?

But a King...

...can banish his Royal Guard.

I, King Harshwardhan,
with the utmost respect...

...command you, Eklavya,
to leave Devigarh immediately.

Your Highness!

Father, return to
your peaceful village.

Enjoy the simple
pleasures of farm life.

I will bring you back to this fort
only when I have driven out...

...the maddening echoes
of 'dharma' and 'duty'...

...and replaced it with the cheerful
laughter of your grandchildren.

I want to see you smile.
You have suffered too much.

Harsh!

Harsh, the villagers tell me
you ordered Eklavya to leave.

Is it true?

Why?

Read this.

(Watching TV)

(Door opens)

Hey! Who is it?

You?

What are you doing here?

King Harshwardhan has...
- Speak up.

Louder!

King Harshwardhan has
banished me from his fort.

I seek employment.

No work is beneath me.

I'd even shine your shoes.

Out!

I said get out!

Don't let me see your face again.

Your wish is my command.

Now get out!

(Switch clicks)

This darkness cloaks my face,
Udaywardhan.

(Gunshot)

But I see you only too clearly.

(Gunshot)

I see the face of my King's murderer.
- (Gunshot)

(Empty gun clicks)

Your bullets are all spent.

(Footsteps)

Any sound now...

...will mean your death.

(Footsteps)

I still hear you, Udaywardhan.
I can see every breath you take.

Quiet.

(Dagger unsheathed)

Quiet. Not a sound.

Your silence is your life.

If you breathe now
I will follow my dharma.

Your death is my duty.

(Udaywardhan Groans)

(Switch clicks)

(TV starts)

Why are you here?

King Harshwardhan has
banished me from his fort.

I've brought you a parting gift.

That's fine. Leave it at the gate.

Won't you take a look?

I said...

What's in this? Open it.

Uday?

What have you done to my son?

Where is he?

Where is Uday?

He is strolling by the railway track.
Won't you join him?

Have you ever seen Eklavya laugh?

No one has... except me.

When he saved me from a beating.

Who was going to beat you?
- Father.

You must've done something.
- Not me. You did.

Me? What did I do?

Don't you remember?
- I can't remember.

The Queen was pulling your ear.

You were yelping, 'Does a Queen
pull her Prince's ear like this?'

Oh yes. When I kissed you
in front of everyone.

Eklavya saved me from
father's beating then.

Took me for a camel ride,
fed me guavas.

But I was still miserable.
- Why?

I said, 'I never got to kiss him back!'

When he heard that...

...he laughed...

...just like you did now.

I have to tell you something.

What's the matter, Harsh?

This is my father's gun.

If it weren't for you and Nandini...

...I swear to God, I...

You're scaring me.

I'm scared too...
that you'll leave me.

Never. I promise...

Wait. Hear what I have to say...

...and then make that promise.

(Train horn blares)

(Train rumbling)

What have you done? You killed my son!

He killed my King.

I've fulfilled my dharma.
- Fulfilled your dharma?

Well done! Very well done!

Now go kill the man who
ordered the King's assassination.

Tell me his name.

And I'll bring you his head.

You'll bring me your son's head?
Good! Very good!

(Laughs)

Harshwardhan ordered the killing.
Let's see you bring me his head! (Laughs)

Harsh! Harshwardhan, your son!

Behead your son. Fulfill your dharma.

(Jyotiwardhan laughs)

Harshwardhan!

Wait, Rajjo.

Please.

For whom?

You killed my father, Harsh.

You killed my son in the name of duty.
Now in the name of duty, go kill yours.

Lies!
- It's true. He...

"My child, my moon."

"Smile softly, my moon-child."

"Come gently..."

"...my eyes are your sky.
Frolic there forever."

"Gently, O' tenderly."

"Swing from the clouds.
Swing and smile."

"Smile softly, my moon-child."

"Come gently..."

"My child, my moon."

"Smile softly, my moon-child."

"Gently, O' tenderly."

Is Nandini asleep?

You?

What are you doing here?

Waiting for you.

You have blood on your face.

Whose blood is it?

I do not know.

Jyotiwardhan's... Udaywardhan's...

I've killed them both.

And now you are here to kill me.

Yes.

But before my dagger finds its mark...

...I must hear the truth from you.
Did you order the murder of my King?

I did.

Then I, the Royal Guard of this fort...

...and your father...

...must perform my sacred duty.

Prepare to die.

My own father here to kill me...

...what better preparation for death.

I'm ready.

Why did you do it?

I never imagined,
you would kill for the crown...

You think I'd kill...

...for the crown?

Go ahead then.
Plunge your dagger into my heart.

Go on!

You cannot throw that dagger.

Because you know your son
would never stoop so low.

Why then? Why this terrible sin? Why?

Dharmah Matibhyah Udghrutah.

I saved your life.

Look at this. He murdered my mother.

Strangled her with his bare hands.

You know why?

Because your name was on her lips.

Eklavya.

I knew you would die next.

What is your price for this murder?

Just two and a half million!

I paid them ten times
that to save your life.

Lies!!

All lies!

This can't be true!
My King could never do this.

Not in a million years.

He wouldn't.

All you have is Nandini's word.

This could be her wild imagination...

...like her flying stallions.

Do not try to weaken my resolve.

Do not allow it to weaken, Eklavya.

Cut off your thumb.
Fulfill your dharma.

Dharma?

Dharma is above all question.

Dharma is beyond debate.

If I sway from my dharma
for this one moment...

...nine generations of my family
will burn in hell.

Mother told me to fulfill my duty,
like the unbending Eklavya.

Your death...

...is my duty.

And yet, your hands tremble.

When an aging father's
hands begin to tremble...

...it is his son's duty
to give him a helping hand.

Where are you, my son?
- I am lost.

But I will find my way.

My hands are stained with blood.

The blood of Rajjo's father.

I can never wash it away.

Let this bloodstain burn with me
on my pyre.

Be gentle with Nandini.

Tell her, mother was lonely.
So I left to keep her company.

I shall tell mother I kept my promise.

I shall beg forgiveness
of Rajjo's father.

I shall fulfill your duty.

Your duty... is my death.
- Stop Harsh!

Don't!

This is my dharma.

My hands may tremble
but my heart is unflinching.

My eyes are weak but...

...my ears miss nothing.

One...

Just...

...one word...

...and my dagger will find you.

Father.

Father.

(Gunshot)

I thought you never missed.

I didn't miss.
That was my finest throw ever.

Instead of cutting off my thumb...

...I struck the hand...

...that was about to kill my son.

You were right, son.

Eklavya was wrong, Eklavya was wrong.

Eklavya was wrong.

So wrong.

"My child, my moon."

Mother, give me the strength...

...to follow your path.

Let my conscience guide me.

My heart tells me to forgive Harsh.

He faltered, but his heart is pure.

He was willing to pay for it
with his life.

Too many lives have been lost.
Too much blood has been shed.

Someone must stop this.

Let it be me.

Bless me, mother...

...so I may ease his pain
and help him forget...

Take care of him, child.

He's a noble soul.
See what he's done for us.

The entire village is here
to thank him.

He has returned our land.

Long live King Harshwardhan.

Long live...
- ...King Harshwardhan!

Long live King Harshwardhan!

Long live King Harshwardhan!

I have returned your land
for selfish reasons.

I want to make my father proud.

Today with all of you as my witness...

...I hereby acknowledge
Eklavya as my father.

Son.

Father.

(Police siren wails)

Why are the police here?
- To arrest me.

It's time to pay for
the two men I executed.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

I am ready. Let's go.
- One moment.

Today, we searched
Udaywardhan's room...

...and in the DVD case,
found a suicide note.

Bablu...

Take a look.

It's a royal mess.

They knew I was closing in on them.
So they took the easy way out...

...and jumped in front
of a running train. Suicide.

Too bad.
Escaped my clutches after all.

I would never have spared them.

Long live King Harshwardhan!

Sir, good handwriting, no?

Long live King Harshwardhan!

Long live King Harshwardhan!

Good.

Very good!

Isn't it, Father?