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These eyes that longed for love all their life,

these arms that sought even the slightest appreciation,

and this chest

that remained impenetrable even without armour,

today, with you, Karn, they too meet their end!

But your valour and bravery

will forever shine like the sun in the sky.

The very Pandavs I once defeated with just two dice in the game of Chausar

are now forcing us to bite the dust on the battlefield of Kurukshetra.

While we stand like mute pillars, watching our warriors fall.

Say something!

Who's our next commander?

What's our next step in this war?

The entire army is waiting for your command, nephew.

No need to say anything now, Duryodhan.

Do not issue orders in a moment of anger.

The battlefield is not the right place for such discussions.

The Pandavs have paused the war to honour Karn.

We should make good use of this break.

Hey!

Wait, nephew!

Stop.

Tell me what's on your mind.

I have nothing to say, Uncle.

Leave me alone for a while

and let me be thoughtless.

I know who can calm my restless mind.

The war Duryodhan had been so eager to fight

that he defied his own family for it…

Today, from that very battlefield, he rode away, dejected and alone.

His shoulders bowed under the weight of countless deaths,

his confused eyes grappling with impossible questions.

Even fiercer than Kurukshetra itself was the battle

he was fighting within his own soul.

At dusk, as his horse reached the northern mountains,

I understood

that he was seeking answers

from the same great being

who had blessed me with the divine vision.

Duryodhan.

The throne you fought so fiercely to win,

why have you left it behind and come to these distant mountains, grandson?

To meet you, Maharshi Vyas.

Tell me, how can I help you, Crown Prince?

Now I'm a crown prince of nowhere.

You're giving up that easily?

The war is not yet over, grandson.

That is exactly what I came to ask you, wise one.

What is the purpose of this war now?

I have lost almost all my family and friends.

What good is this throne when I have no one left?

You're my father's father.

You're an accomplished sage.

You can see the past, the present, and the future.

Please tell me, through your divine sight, can I…

can I still win this war for the Kauravs?

Win what, Duryodhan?

And lose what?

Both the Kauravs and the Pandavs are my blood.

How can I choose who should win or lose?

Perhaps I asked the wrong question.

But your answer cannot be wrong, wise one.

You're still the crown prince.

The future of Hastinapur still rests on your shoulders,

and the crown still sits on your head.

Your three most valuable gems are still with you.

Your uncle Shakuni,

your father Dhritrashtra,

and your mother Gandhari.

If you cannot fight for yourself,

then fight for them.

The Kshatriya blood that gave you this glorious life,

fight for it.

In times of chaos, be as still as the water in a lake.

Only then will you be able to control the storm within you.

Whenever your mind grows restless, you'll find me beside you.

KURUKSHETRA

DURYODHAN

Leave that plate, server.

-Crown Prince Duryodhan will be here soon. -Okay.

There are not many plates left anyway.

There was a time when we'd run out of food for the warriors.

Now we are running out of warriors to eat it.

This war has devoured them all.

And yet its hunger is not satisfied.

Even your nephew Duryodhan's hunger isn't easily satisfied, Uncle Shakuni.

He carries a deep, royal hunger.

"Dur-yo-dha-n."

Do you know what his name means?

Yes.

"The one who is not easily fought or defeated."

By the way, where is our Crown Prince Duryodhan?

Did he embark on a spiritual retreat after Karn's death?

He could've at least shown up to eat with us.

Nephew!

Your hunger is just as great, Your Majesty.

Arjun still had to fight with arrows,

but you brought Karn down with nothing but words.

Duryodhan, watch your tongue!

While you can say whatever you like?

I know you said everything you could to break my friend's spirit.

As his charioteer,

was it not my duty to guide Karn?

You guided him straight to his death!

-I only spoke the truth. -And now?

I guess I'll be the next victim of your "truth."

What do you mean by that?

I do not know if I was right

to ask you to join this war, King of Madra.

Because while your body fights beside us,

-your heart-- -Duryodhan!

Are you accusing me of treason?

I, who fought against my own nephews to keep my promise to you?

I have fought with absolute loyalty, Crown Prince.

If your loyalty is true, then prove it, King of Madra.

Say the word. What do I have to do?

Lead.

You must lead the Kuru army, Your Majesty.

What? Commander?

Me?

Commander. You.

But you don't trust me at all.

What if I betray you?

The position once graced by great warriors like

Gangaputra Bhishm, Acharya Dron, and Karn

is now calling your name.

So tell me, King of Madra,

will you be able to fulfil the responsibilities of this position?

O Crown Prince of Hastinapur,

I'll give it every ounce of my strength,

every breath in my lungs, and every drop of my blood.

I'll forget that Nakul and Sahdev are my sister Madri's children.

I'm a Kshatriya.

I'll fight for you until my last breath.

Ashwatthama and Kritavarma, come with me.

We need to prepare a strategy for tomorrow.

Such clarity.

Such confidence.

I'm sure you met Maharshi Vyas.

I had guessed that, son.

Now I have no doubt about your decision.

But I do.

Why Shalya, nephew?

Because if Duryodhan had taken command himself and lost,

the war would have ended right then and there.

But if Shalya is the commander--

Then Uncle will cause us great damage with his valiant fighting.

After an entire day battling Shalya,

when our feet are weary…

And the strength in our arms has faded…

That is when Duryodhan will step forward.

So, Uncle Shalya is just bait, meant to trap us.

Whatever it is, we will deal with Shalya.

Of course.

But not you, Dhrishtadyumna.

I want you, Yudhishthir, to fight Shayla, the King of Madra.

Alone.

Why alone?

Remember when you had to return to the camp

because of Karn's unjust insult?

Who brought Karn before you?

How could I forget?

Shalya was Karn's charioteer that day.

This is your chance to reclaim your honour.

Because the war will end soon,

but your reign will last much longer, brother.

And for your rule to last long,

you must do more than win the war.

You must win the hearts of the people.

You're Dharmaraj

and a man who values justice.

But a king does not rule for justice alone, right?

He must sometimes rely on strength, and even violence, when necessary.

And in this field, brother, your worth remains unproven.

The once endless army of the Kauravs

was now so reduced as to be on the verge of extinction.

The war had turned in the Pandavs' favour.

But under Shalya's command,

Duryodhan's fervour had not abated.

Guided by Vyas, he was still the same Duryodhan

who was never easy to fight or defeat.

The enemy thinks he can win because we are outnumbered.

But he does not know that even though we are fewer,

we stand united!

When this war began, we had seven Akshauhini divisions,

and they had eleven.

But we never backed down.

Because wars are won with courage, not numbers.

And we have courage in abundance.

We will fight as one.

If they attack a single warrior, we all will fight to defend him.

And in these 17 days of battle,

we have shown that no matter how powerful evil may seem,

good always triumphs in the end.

However deep the darkness,

one ray of light cuts through it.

That's why, my soldiers of dharma,

on this eighteenth day of war,

I, Yudhishthir, son of Pandu, take an oath

that today, we will end this darkness forever!

-Truth alone shall triumph! -Glory to King Yudhishthir!

Glory to King Yudhishthir!

Within moments, Yudhishthir's chariot stood facing Commander Shalya's.

What did you think? That you could defeat me easily?

So far, you have only seen my skill with the chariot.

Now witness my skill in battle, Yudhishthir.

Go on, Yudhishthir. Call out for your brothers.

We all know you are not much of a warrior.

Call them for help!

Their king is challenging you, Brother Yudhishthir.

Pick up your divine spear of might.

Show the world that whether it is dharma or the battlefield of Kurukshetra,

you are the true king.

Close your eyes, Nakul and Sahdev.

Cover your ears too.

Because you won't be able to bear the sound of your uncle's final cries.

Forget relationships when you fight, nephew.

That's more like it, nephew.

No! No!

Shalya.

What is this? Death at the hands of your own nephews?

And you Pandavs dare call Duryodhan unrighteous?

Did you see that, Shalya?

You upheld the bond of an uncle with all your heart,

but your nephews saw neither that bond nor your affection.

This is a deep, dreadful darkness.

Dreadful darkness!

But the Kauravs aren't like that, Shalya.

We are ready to sacrifice our own lives for our loved ones!

Uncle!

The Kshatriya blood that gave you this glorious life,

fight for it.

As you command, Pitamah!

It's not a command, Duryodhan. Just some advice.

Make a treaty.

Calm your mind like still water.

Let go of every doubt and every dilemma.

Maharshi? You?

I told you I'd be with you whenever you felt restless.

Tell me, Duryodhan. What do you want to say?

What is left to say, Maharshi?

And what difference would saying it make?

History will blame me for this war.

So you are worried about history?

But history is bound to ask a question.

That, at a time when your father, your mother,

and even Pitamah Bhishm all desired peace,

why did you not form a peace treaty?

As if a mere treaty could erase years of hatred.

Would the Pandavs have forgotten Lakshagrih after a peace treaty?

Or would they have forgotten the solemn vows

they took after losing everything in the game of dice?

Every peace proposal from the Pandavs was nothing but deception.

I knew that if they regained the kingdom,

they would unleash their wrath upon us.

That's why I rejected their proposal.

Let history think what it will,

but I have only fulfilled my duty as a Kshatriya.

Duryodhan, the waves rising in your heart like a stormy sea

must be calmed.

Steady your mind like the still waters of a lake.

Only then will the path ahead become clear.

-Let me through. -Stop!

-Where are you going? -You can't go inside.

-Try and stop me. -Why is there such commotion?

-Hey! -What's going on?

Forgive us, Your Majesty.

-These three barged in. -Sorry…

They say they know where Duryodhan is.

Do you?

Yes, Your Majesty.

We admit we were drunk,

but not so drunk that we could not recognize Duryodhan.

How do you know it was Duryodhan?

That humongous body.

Those terrifying eyes.

We can show you the place.

-But… -But, Your Majesty,

if we could be rewarded…

I know them.

They are the ones who bring me something new to eat each day.

Take us to where that coward Duryodhan is hiding.

Yes, my prince.

There, in that lake.

-There. -Yes, there.

-Submerged? In the lake? -Yes. In the lake.

To remain alive for so long in such deep water?

Is he a merman or a fish?

This lake is filled with alligators.

There is no way the prince is still alive in there.

Yes, he's right.

How much did you drink today?

I think you have lost it.

All right, you can leave.

-We'll take it from here. -Yes, my prince.

Yes, my prince.

Duryodhan, come out!

Is this what you call your Kshatriya duty, the one you boasted about endlessly?

Both your mace and your dignity are rusting underwater.

Come out!

This is your final warning, Duryodhan.

Come out.

By hiding like this, you are violating the very code of war.

Come out and admit defeat.

He is underwater.

To ignite the fire of his wrath in these waters,

you will need to strike with even sharper blows.

You sacrificed Pitamah Bhishm and Acharya Dron for your battle!

King Dhritrashtra lost 99 of his sons because of you.

And now you're hiding in there?

Aren't you ashamed, you water snake?

You got everyone killed for your own selfish gain,

and now you don't even have the courage to face your own defeat?

You never truly faced it either, Yudhishthir!

You always hid behind your brothers.

Your brothers, too, killed everyone through deceit,

whether it was Acharya Dron or Pitamah Bhishm.

Call it deceit or war, Duryodhan,

we honoured everyone on the battlefield of Kurukshetra.

Unlike you, who turned your back on the war and fled.

War? What is left of war now, Arjun?

My army, my friends, my brothers,

you killed them all!

You still remain, Duryodhan!

Your selfishness, your ambition,

and that jealousy still remain,

for which you got everyone killed, you coward!

I am not a coward!

You are right, Yudhishthir.

I am ambitious and jealous.

And I am the sworn enemy of you five brothers!

But I am not a coward!

And I am not a hypocrite like the five of you.

Yes, I wanted the throne of Hastinapur because it is my right.

And it is my duty to protect that right.

But what were you fighting for, Yudhishthir?

The very dharma whose flag you so proudly wave

was trampled underfoot by you on the battlefield of Kurukshetra.

You killed warriors dishonourably,

and yet you still call this a war for dharma?

Then let us end it today.

The final battle.

The decisive moment of the Mahabharat.

The moment upon which

the future of the Kuru dynasty and all of Bharat rested

had finally arrived.

The Kaurav army lay completely destroyed,

yet the throne

remained as far from Yudhishthir

as it had been 17 days ago.

Because one warrior still stood firm

between Yudhishthir and the throne of Hastinapur.

Duryodhan.

The one who was extremely difficult to fight

and defeat.

Almost impossible.

Subtitle translation by: Sagun Sharma