Grave t*rture (2024)

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They don't look like crocodiles, do they?

Hm?

This one looks close enough.

Draw a mustache on this one,

and it becomes a catfish.

Okay, then.

I'll put it back in the oven

and turn it into bread chips instead.

The cat shape failed.

- The banana one also failed.

- It resembled a crocodile...

Just a tiny bit.

- These don't look like crocodiles either.

- Don't beat yourself up, honey.

- No, it looks nothing alike.

- Just do the cat one.

I still don't get why

we have to make funny shapes.

To make them look

eye-catching to the customers.

But our pastries are the best.

Only our loyal customers

know they taste good.

And they think it tastes good

because we use lard oil.

Now they won't buy from us again.

And now Mom and Dad

are having financial problems

while living in the city

keeps getting more expensive.

Our school costs a lot of money, too.

Exactly.

Do you know where

Uncle suggested Dad send us to school?

Where?

A free school.

An Islamic boarding school

in a village somewhere.

You'll look pretty wearing a hijab.

I think you should stop

experimenting with the shapes.

Experimenting with what?

We've run out of dough, and money.

Besides, you're good at baking.

You're not good at making shapes.

Especially crocodiles.

Would you like to see me being one, then?

Then you wouldn't have ended up with me.

You'd be in the swamps.

Honey.

Should we just let go of this bakery?

Even if there hadn't been

the lard oil rumor,

I'm pretty sure

this old bakery can never compete

with all those modern franchises.

Those franchise shops

are indeed everywhere.

But there's only one Mr. g*n's Bakery,

which is your father's legacy.

And the kids love this place.

Alright, then. We'll do what we can.

Okay?

We'll figure something out.

We'll do live keroncong music

or something.

- To attract tourists.

- Or, we could try making other shapes

that are not difficult to make.

What shape? Tadpoles?

The new donut shop next door

is giving 50 percent off, Dad.

Their soft opening.

We also give 50 percent off

at the end of the day.

Maybe we should give the discount all day?

Well, they can afford to do that.

That's what American franchises do.

They have money to spend.

Can we turn into a franchise, too, Mom?

Yes, but we have to make big sales first,

when the demands are high,

we can open more shops.

But that won't be easy.

A big business like that

involves many decision-makers.

Whenever we wanted to do something,

we would have to

have meetings with many people.

Not to forget all the fights and drama.

Our bakery's only problem is money.

But if we don't have money,

it will create problems too.

That's true.

But have you ever seen

unhappy rich people?

Many of my friends are.

And have you seen happy poor people?

Lots of them too.

There you go.

Money is not a human's primary need.

This is confusing me,

but I'll take it for now.

It's a headache, isn't it?

This is what's most important.

The ones we love.

Like you and your brother, Adil.

Your mom too.

Right, honey?

Yes.

You won't let me and Adil

go far away, right?

Where did you get such a notion?

Of course not.

But it might change when you

grow up and get married,

then I might have to let you go.

Now get back to work.

Help your mom and I until

we can afford to hire employees again.

Let me tidy your hair.

Hey!

Get out!

Do they still bother you at school?

I kept ignoring them.

You need to fight back.

If not, they'll keep bullying you.

Here. I'll help you.

- Hello, good morning.

- Good morning, ma'am.

What can I help you with?

What do you recommend?

Sorry?

- Your best seller maybe?

- Ah, our best seller would be...

We have our mocha sprinkles,

but those are still in the oven

for another ten minutes.

I see.

Do you want to try this one instead?

This one's complimentary.

Is this your first time here?

- Yes.

- Yes.

I'll go take a look around.

Sure, please go ahead.

This bread is still warm, sir.

They're still warm.

Please have some water.

It'll clear your mind.

At first I had doubts.

Until...

Until I recorded it myself.

We seek refuge with Allah.

May we be spared from it.

Die in God's way.

Fight His enemies.

Don't go outside.

It's dangerous.

- You go first.

- No, you go!

Then don't treat me like trash!

Who treats you like trash?!

You just did!

- Who?

- Don't yell at me!

You did it first!

Calm down.

Whatever.

Please.

We just need this much.

To buy train tickets home.

We just got mugged.

Adil! That man took our money!

Dad, that man stole

from our cash register!

- What?

- Hurry!

Sir! Hold on!

That man stole from us!

Honey? Honey!

My daughter wouldn't lie, can we talk?

Honey?

Let's talk.

- No!

- What happened?

Is it a misunderstanding?

There's no misunderstanding,

they stole from our...

According to eye witnesses,

the suicide b*mber

was a man in his thirties,

wearing a backpack and a two-piece jacket.

We will keep you updated on

the incident, stay tuned.

He left this.

Who?

That man.

Kids...

we were informed that

the man with the backpack and thick jacket

went inside your bakery?

Did he talk to either of you?

Me, sir.

What did he say?

I just gave him some water.

And then?

He drank...

What else did he do?

Did he tell you something or do something?

No, sir.

Are you sure?

I want to go home.

Where to?

Home.

Don't.

What are we doing here anyway?

Sita! Stay here!

What for?!

I want to go home!

But who will be home?!

Is Dad there?!

Is Mom there?!

Tell me!

What are you trying to do, Sita?

I need to know.

Know what?

The reason that man did the bombing.

How?

The answer must be in here.

Man rabbuka?!

Man rabbuka.

"Who is your God?"

That's the first question

the angel will ask us in the grave.

The grave is a transitory realm.

After we die,

we will be in this realm

until judgment day.

Can you answer

when the angel asks, "Who is your God?"

I can.

You might think you can.

You will answer 'Allah'.

If you don't have enough faith,

you won't be able to answer.

Do you know what t*rture you'll get

if you fail to answer the question?

First, your grave will get narrower.

Caving in on you,

until your ribs are pressed

together in the middle.

Glory be to God.

The horror is unimaginable.

Then the angel will ask another question.

'Who is your prophet?'

'What's your religion?'

Those who lack faith

will not be able to answer.

Then, the angel will smash

their bodies to pieces,

crushing their flesh and bones

with a giant hammer.

Stones will be thrown at them,

snakes will rip their flesh apart.

As they lie on a bed of fire.

If they get tortured in hell,

why are they tortured in the grave too?

That's a weak question.

You're asking the wrong question.

How so?

To have faith is to believe

without doubts.

If you believe without doubts,

a blessing will come

to guide our way to understanding.

Grave t*rture is in the Quran

and the hadith.

Why do religions like to scare people?

I've met many people like you,

people who lack faith,

and they end up having no faith at all.

Believe it.

Judgment day,

hell t*rture,

we don't know when it will come.

It might be far in the future.

But grave t*rture could happen

to you any day now.

Tomorrow,

or even today.

Because the angel could take

our lives away at any time.

An angel could take away our lives,

or some god-fearing person

could blow us up into pieces?

Adil!

Sita.

We have to get to town before dark.

I did some research.

This village is surrounded

by forests and valleys.

There are only two ways out of here.

Yes, one way is on the east side,

at the gate with many guards.

The other is on the west side,

where there is an old tunnel.

There's a reason why people are too scared

to go through the tunnel, Sita!

Sita!

No one has dared to enter it for years.

There's a ghost in there, Sita.

It has big eyes,

its mouth is always wide open.

Whoever sees it

will never come out of there.

Forever.

We'll be fine here.

We can go to school. We are well-fed.

Even if we get out, where will we go?

We're penniless.

I have fifty thousand rupiah.

You want to find the grave

where the b*mber recorded the voice?

- Yes.

- What for?

I want to prove the recording is fake,

to prove that there's

no such thing as grave t*rture.

And when you prove it's fake, then what?

Then what, Sita?

Sita! Then what?

It means our parents weren't k*lled

by a mad man who believed in ghosts.

But by a man who believed in religion!

We should've brought a flashlight.

Where did you get that?

I brought it from home two months ago,

when we moved here.

I can be useful sometimes, you know.

sh**t.

It's fine, let's keep going.

We'll find a way out.

Sita.

It's getting harder to breathe.

I think so too.

There's less oxygen here.

Adil?

Adil?

Adil?

Sita!

Sita!

Adil?

Adil!

Sita!

Adil!

Who's there?

Who's there?!

Who's there!

Answer me!

Ismail.

Everyone struggles, Sita.

But it doesn't mean we can

just turn into rebels.

This is all a test from God.

This is not a punishment.

This is a sign that someone

still cares for you,

Keeping you from making the same mistakes.

You have to remember,

Allah gives us misfortunes

for two reasons.

First,

Allah wants to take away some of our sins.

Second,

so that we surrender to Allah.

Dad...

Mom...

I miss you so much.

Things have changed.

Who's Ismail?

Why are you asking about Ismail?

I met Ismail.

What are you talking about, Sita?

In the tunnel.

There was a boy. He said he was Ismail.

Peace be upon you.

Hold on.

Why is she still wearing the white hijab?

Rules are rules, Teacher Umaya.

They have to know

that they've committed a sin.

Who's that?

Mr. Ilham. He owns the school

and pays for all of us.

A good man.

Blessed is He in whose hand is dominion,

and He is over all things competent.

Teacher Umaya, wait!

Wait, we have to talk!

Wait!

Umaya!

Umaya!

I have to make him stop

doing that to the kids.

We don't know if it's true or not.

It could just be gossip!

You knew.

Everybody here knows it.

But none of us is doing anything.

He's done so much for the kids.

He gives them a future!

What about Ismail?

Ismail is dead.

Where is his future?

Ustadzah.

Who does he want now?

Who?

Adil.

Sita's brother.

Adil!

Sita!

Adil!

Sita!

- Sita!

- Adil!

Sita!

Sita!

Let me go!

Sita!

Sita!

Sita!

Sita!

Sita!

What do you want with Adil?

You won't get away with this!

Calm down.

I'll hunt you down to your graves

if something happens to my brother!

Sita!

Adil!

Adil!

Come now.

Shh...

Take this.

Your bag.

I put some of your clothes in,

also some money and food.

This too.

I'm sorry.

For the things that have happened...

and will happen to you.

Adil!

Hey, Adil!

Let's go!

Come on, we need to hurry!

Let's go!

Hurry!

We should try the gate.

There might not be any guards at night.

This is our only way out.

From now on,

we shouldn't believe in what isn't real.

It will turn us crazy,

and other people will suffer

from our madness.

Sorry, I haven't been helpful.

I'm just a burden to you.

Even though I'm older.

When we get out of here,

you can help figure out

where we will live.

Uncle has sold our house.

He can't know where we are.

He will just send us back here.

Adil, what did they do to you?

Must be just some animals.

Come on!

Don't be scared, Adil.

No one can stop us

from getting out of here.

Adil?

Why is your hand so cold?

Who's there?!

Who's there?!

Ismail.

Help...

Help me...

Adil!

Adil!

Adil!

Help me...

Adil.

Help me...

Adil?

Let's go!

Help me!

Don't leave me...

Don't leave me...

Thank you, Nurse Sita.

You're welcome, ma'am.

As he has no relatives,

let's bury him in the Islamic way.

Your brother can help with that, right?

Yes, ma'am.

He's standing next to me now.

He's asking me to sing a song

that he liked to hear when he was little,

to comfort him.

I have left you...

GANDA MARDANI

PROFESSOR OF NATIONAL TECHNOLOGY INSTITUTE

NOMINEE OF THE HABIBIE AWARDS

to find myself

Nurse Sita!

Countless

full moons

As far as the

blue ocean

Here, let me.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Nurse Sita?

Yes, Mr. Pandi.

We're not going out today.

We feel bad, Ganda just passed.

But I want to go out, honey.

No, no.

It's fine, Mr. Pandi.

You're free to go out.

I already took care of Mr. Ganda.

No.

Can't we come to the funeral?

We'll end up going to funerals everyday.

- No, my love.

- Very stressful.

- No, no...

- Or...

Mrs. Nani can go out alone.

- Yes!

- One of the nurses will come with you.

- How's that sound?

- Nope!

I won't let her go anywhere without me.

She's clumsy!

Okay, you two just stay in today.

I'll take you out tomorrow, okay?

- Okay, love?

- How's that sound?

We can go on a picnic tomorrow.

- Promise me!

- Yes, yes.

- Promise!

- How beautiful.

Come.

My daughter's about to be on.

Which one?

Oops.

That's my daughter!

Even our producer

has lots of pets, hasn't he?

Now let's welcome a pet groomer...

Thank you, Nurse Sita.

You should be on my daughter's show.

How long have you worked as a pet groomer?

It's been five years now.

Wow, how dedicated.

Taking care of the elderly

has got to be more important than animals.

Nurse Sita!

Leave this to me.

Go to Mr. Wahyu.

Let him wait.

What spell did you put on him?

Let me know. Maybe I can get one too.

- Cut it out.

- I'm serious!

If he asks you to marry him, go for it.

Mr. Wahyu?

Please tell my kids to leave

and stop bugging me.

Mr. Wahyu needs to go to

his daily check-up.

Why don't you tell the doctor

to come here?

It should come with the service.

This is not a cheap nursing home.

Here, we don't treat our clients

as patients, ma'am.

We encourage mobility.

Including going to see the doctor.

They treat me like a sickly old man.

Frail!

That's why I refuse to go home.

I don't want to live with them.

Father.

Whatever is provided here,

we can provide at home.

Plus, you will be around your kids

and grandkids.

Enough.

You don't like me.

I don't like you, either.

Let's just live our own lives.

Go home.

Now.

Thank you, Nurse Sita.

I'm sorry, sir.

I will do my best to take care of you.

But I'd appreciate it

if you didn't make me tell lies.

I have a check-up scheduled today, right?

Later this afternoon, sir.

Did you say I had to go now?

So you didn't lie.

Actually, I called you

to make me some tea.

Other people's doesn't taste as good.

Solo River

Thus your chronicles

have been since earliest times

of sentient attention

As the draught goes by

little water flows through you

But when it rains...

We're here to save you some time.

It's never going to happen.

What do you mean?

We've met many people like you,

you're not the first one.

Pathetic. No one succeeded.

Just so you know,

what he told you is true.

None of his kids like him.

He doesn't like us either.

We asked him to come home because

this place is costing us a fortune.

He doesn't have any money left.

So, if you're thinking of

winning his heart,

marrying him, and getting his money,

it's a waste of time.

Because there is no money left.

But, if you need the job,

you can be his full-time nurse at home.

No way!

I don't want to see

a gold digger's face every day.

I can decide not to tend to him anymore.

I can even persuade him

to go home and leave this place.

Do you want to know how?

Kneel,

and beg before me.

You think by having some money,

and some fancy education,

you can walk all over people?

Sure.

But not to me.

Kneel

and kiss my feet.

Where am I...

Sir...

Mommy...

Breathe, sir.

Mommy, where's Mommy...

We'll look for her.

We'll look for Mommy.

Who are you?

I'm Sita, your nurse.

Let me help you lay down.

Alright?

Where's Mommy?

Take me to Mommy...

Of course.

Mommy...

Mommy...

If we don't have enough faith,

we won't be able to answer

the angel's question.

Maybe they should ask in the language

that the person understands, Ustaz.

Not in Arabic.

When we die,

our awareness stays for a brief moment,

-WHAT HAPPENS AFTER WE DIE?

and it will be filled with sensations that

we remember most when we were alive,

including fear, guilt, regrets.

Actually, those who claim

to have seen ghosts, demons,

or other supernatural entities,

there is a simple explanation for it.

When you're in a state

of not getting enough oxygen to the brain,

you hallucinate.

When I feel that my time is coming,

I will spend a long time in the toilet,

emptying my stomach,

so that I won't be a bother

to other people.

So, it's not him?

No.

This one had a righteous life.

Respectable.

Those who knew him said he was a good man.

That doesn't mean

he didn't have skeletons in the closet.

I didn't find any.

Even if grave t*rture really exists,

it isn't in this realm, Sita.

The body does not get tortured,

it's the soul.

We can't see nor hear it.

They said it's both the body

and soul that get tortured.

I know you've been

researching this for years.

But this is crazy, Sita.

I want people to stop

believing in superstitions.

But we've seen it with our own eyes.

We saw it in the tunnel.

We saw...

We saw a ghost.

We didn't have enough oxygen in our brain,

so we hallucinated.

And someone has to prove

that religions intimidate people

and make them do crazy things,

like suicide bombing.

You're questioning religion.

What if it turns out to be true?

This is the source of our sorrows.

You found this grave ten years ago.

And you heard it yourself,

nothing happened inside.

Isn't that enough?

Not enough to convince others.

If you don't want to help me, it's fine.

I can do it by myself.

We'll bury that man here,

next to this one.

Why?

To make sure that this man

truly gets tortured in his grave,

and it will happen to the one

we are going to bury too.

Who is this person?

You're sure he's the right person?

He's the most ruthless man

I've ever known.

What did he do?

Who is he, Sita?

I can't tell you now.

Who is your God?

MASBETH THE SERIAL k*ller

WAS SHOT DEAD BY THE POLICE

A FACTORY WORKER CLAIMED TO HAVE

RECORDED GRAVE t*rture

AFRIZAL, 35, CLAIMED TO HAVE

HEARD SCREAMS OF t*rture...

FROM THE GRAVE

OF THE SERIAL k*ller I. MASBETH

NO ONE BELIEVED HIS CLAIMS

AND DEEMED IT FAKE

THE SUICIDE b*mber WAS A FACTORY WORKER

This is what's most important.

The ones we love.

Dad! That man stole our money!

Hey!

Sita!

There's a b*mb about to go off outside!

Why didn't you run after the man, Adil?!

Lala?

What's going on?

Why did you marry me?

What do you mean?

Why did you even bother to marry me?

Because I love you.

No, that's not it.

I need a man who can provide for me.

I have emotional needs, not just money.

But you...

you'd rather spend time with corpses!

I want to get a divorce.

I don't know where else to go.

So please, you leave.

Solo River

Thus your chronicles

have been since earliest times

of sentient attention

Mr. Wahyu?

Do you believe in religions, Sita?

Why the sudden question, sir?

Earlier you told me you don't like lying.

Afraid you'd commit a sin?

No need to fear sinning

to avoid lying, sir.

Is it not religion

that forbids us to tell lies?

Even without religions,

people can still have a conscience.

Conscience is a result

of our thinking process

based on the moral values

or value system that one believes in.

It doesn't have to be based

on a religious value system.

The system that I believe in

does not forbid lying,

stealing, or even k*lling.

I can do all those things

without feeling guilty.

And if I can cheat man's law,

I can get away with doing whatever I want,

without any consequences.

If you don't believe in religions,

then even after you die,

you believe there will be no consequences?

Do you believe in hell t*rture

or grave t*rture?

What will be tortured?

Is it our body or soul?

If it's our body,

it will have been long dead.

We won't feel a thing.

Even if we could,

constant physical punishment

will make us numb.

Then what about those

who enjoy physical t*rture?

Masochists.

Wouldn't they enjoy the t*rture?

And if it's our soul that gets tortured,

why was it always emphasized

in religious lectures

that our physical bodies will be tortured?

So you think you're free to do anything

because you know you won't

suffer the consequences?

I do whatever I like.

It's true that most of what I do

isn't in line with most people's values.

But I also do things

that people deem good.

Okay.

Including funding

an Islamic boarding school

and raping its students?

Why, sir?

Surprised?

Who are you, Sita?

I was a student at one of your schools.

One of your victims was my brother.

But we managed to escape.

You have at least 50 victims.

One of them went missing.

Ismail.

Why so quiet, sir?

Feeling guilty?

On what grounds?

I gave everyone a better chance at life.

Including those that you call "victims."

Then why did you disappear

and even change your name?

Did you have trouble cheating man's law?

Adil. Adil, stop.

Stop!

Amazing.

What an interesting life I've had.

Someone should write a book about it.

I remember you.

I also heard about

what happened to your parents.

I should have been able to

give you better lives.

Our lives are fine.

You sure?

Yes.

- Because we have a purpose.

- What is it?

To see what will happen

to people like you in the grave.

What do you mean?

Because if a sinner of your calibre

doesn't get any t*rture,

then it's true that religions

are nothing but old wives' tales.

You mean t*rture by two angels

named Munkar and Nakir?

The ones who would appear as

beautiful beings if we are pious,

and appear as horrifying beings

if we're faithless?

Even if there are punishments

for sinners in the afterlife,

what would be the most horrifying?

It depends on what you fear the most.

What do you fear most?

I'm sure what you fear the most is

if everything they told you

about grave t*rture turns out to be true.

As for me,

I fear a never-ending disorientation.

And I have lived it.

I have gotten my own t*rture.

What I can do now is

help you achieve your purpose.

Life is futility!

Life is a joke!

Anyone who tries

to find meaning are fools!

And the rest are losers!

You hear?!

You hear me?!

The water flows

far away...

Good luck.

His family doesn't want

his death to be made public.

They asked us to take care of his funeral.

You let him live for so long.

Why didn't you just k*ll him

when you first met him?

This is not about revenge, Adil.

It's about something more important.

I borrowed this.

The battery lasts longer than a phone.

And you can use infrared

to see in the dark.

If you want to get out

at any time, just holler.

I can hear through the pipe.

You don't have to wait until dawn.

Don't go too far.

Scared? So unlike you.

This is not about superstitions.

If the pipe closes up,

I'll run out of air.

Scared you'll die?

So?

What do you feel?

Maybe I'll feel better

when it's really over.

You're still planning to

share it with the public?

We have to.

That's why we're doing this.

People will get angry, Sita.

My name is Sita.

Both my parents were the victims

of a suicide bombing

perpetrated by someone who claimed

to have heard the sounds of t*rture

from inside the grave.

It terrified him,

and he decided to die

as a martyr for his religion,

to avoid grave t*rture.

I spent half my life

tracking down the most sinful person.

My goal is to join him in his grave

when he dies

and witness as he gets his t*rture,

if such a thing really exists.

Do you believe in God, Nurse Sita?

I will believe

when I see the proof for myself.

Three years ago I found Wahyu Sutama,

also known as Ilham Sutisna.

A respectable man in the eyes of many,

rich and generous,

financed many orphanages

and Islamic boarding schools.

Someone many people believe

will go to heaven.

Behind it all, I know the truth.

If you need anything, just let me know.

You once said you could ask your daughter

to invite me on her TV show.

Wahyu Sutama bought religion

and people's prayers

to take him to heaven,

or he's just using them as his mask.

My next guest is someone

who rarely gets a spotlight,

but has done a lot for society.

She is a nurse in a nursing home.

I personally know Wahyu Sutama's victims

and I also know what he did to them.

If religion exists,

and people will pay

for what they did on Earth,

I'm sure that

Wahyu Sutama will be among the first

to get tortured.

And I want to witness that.

Therefore,

I had myself buried with him.

I gave the video recording

to the producer.

Please, play it.

That's not the memory

card that I gave you.

Where's mine?

- That's the one you gave us, miss.

- No, you're lying.

You must've switched it.

Play the one I gave you, now!

If you don't want to, fine.

Give it back then.

I can have it played somewhere else.

Miss.

Who told you to switch it?

Wahyu Sutama's children?

How much did they pay you?!

That was the memory card you gave us!

How dare you question religion!

Heretics!

Don't talk about religion

if you don't understand it!

I've been preparing this

since we were kids.

What were you thinking?

How could you?

What did I do?

This.

You switched it, didn't you?

Why would I do that?

How would I know!

I get dragged into your sh*t all the time.

Since we were kids, you never took action.

If I hadn't looked out for you,

you would've been a wreck.

I'm already a wreck.

And you know what?

It's because of you.

I busted my a*s raising us both!

Because someone

blew our parents to pieces, remember?

You're the one who k*lled them.

If you hadn't told Dad

about those thieves,

Mom and Dad would still be alive now.

They died for what,

just a measly ten bucks?

I told Dad because you did nothing

when I told you!

You did nothing!

Because you're a coward!

What could I have done?!

There was nothing I could do!

What did you expect me to do?!

You're my big brother.

But I never once felt protected,

ever since we were kids.

If I hadn't been taking action, who would?

I've never done anything for myself.

Including this.

I'm doing this for Mom and Dad, and you!

You did everything for your sake,

not for others.

That's not true. You know that's not true.

It is.

Everything you did,

you think you did for others.

No, that's where you're wrong.

You did it so that you'd feel

good about yourself.

It's not for the sake of others.

Those people at the nursing home,

do you actually care about them?

No.

You're taking advantage of them.

You're so mean.

You know I'm right!

No.

Now that you got

what you wanted from them,

will you go back there

and take care of them sincerely?

Everything you did,

you only did it for yourself.

Nurse Sita!

Nurse Sita!

Nurse Sita!

Nurse Sita!

Nurse Sita!

Nurse Sita!

Nurse Sita...

Mrs. Nani?

Mrs. Nani, can I help you with something?

My husband is cheating on me.

Mr. Pandi lives here with you.

When does he have time to cheat on you?

He's cheating on me in that room.

Whose room?

Nani.

I'm sorry, my love.

Please forgive me.

Nani...

I'm so sorry...

- Let's go back...

- Don't come near me!

I'm sorry...

We've been together 50 years.

How could you?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Don't come near me!

Sir, please!

I'm so sorry...

Mr. Pandi, I think it's best that

Mrs. Nani sleeps alone tonight.

No! She shouldn't do anything by herself.

She's careless!

- She's clumsy!

- I understand.

No.

Just for tonight, sir.

Let her calm down first.

You can sleep in Mr. Wahyu's room.

Okay?

You want me to sleep in a dead man's room?

Every room here has a previous owner

who is already deceased, sir.

I want to be with my wife.

Please, sir.

Sir, please! Just for tonight.

Please, sir.

I want to be with her!

Nani!

No!

Nani!

Nani!

Nurse Sita...

Nurse Sita...

I told you she was clumsy!

I told you!

Why did you leave her by herself?!

I need to apologize to her...

I want be in peace when I die.

Nani...

I'm so sorry, Nani...

Ma'am...

Mrs. Juwita?

You often say that you can hear the dead.

I know you don't believe me.

I will believe

when I see it with my own eyes.

You won't be able to see

if you don't believe, Nurse Sita.

What matters is

people here believe it, ma'am.

Can you help me?

Come join, Nurse Sita.

I'll stay here.

You have to join, Nurse Sita.

You're the reason Nani's dead!

Now, everybody holds hands.

Don't let go.

We are calling out

to the wandering souls,

those who still want to

settle matters with the living.

Please, hear us. Come to us.

Come.

We want to talk.

Pandi!

Ganda is next to you.

Ganda?

You look younger.

Nani?

Please come.

Your husband wants to

say something to you.

Come to us, Nani.

Pandi...

Honey?

Nani...

Nani, my love.

I want to see you again.

I'm so sorry.

Please forgive me.

I will not be at peace

if you don't forgive me.

My heart will forever be restless

if you don't forgive me.

I want to see you, my love.

We will never see each other again.

Never!

Even after death, we will not meet.

Unless...

You k*ll that woman.

k*ll the woman who seduced you.

She's a sinner.

If you k*ll her,

then I will see you again.

Ma'am!

Ma'am, this isn't right!

What did you say, Nurse Sita?

This isn't right, ma'am!

You have to see.

You don't need eyes to see.

You just have to believe.

Believe, Nurse Sita.

Close your eyes.

Believe, Nurse Sita.

Believe, Nurse Sita.

Believe, Nurse Sita.

Believe, Nurse Sita.

It's time for lunch.

Sirs.

Ma'am.

Sita?

Sita!

Adil?

Sita...

I'm scared, Sita.

Help Ismail.

EL DINAR FUNERAL HOME

Hello?

What are you doing?

Working.

Oh.

Okay then.

When you commit a sin,

who do you ask for mercy?

Since you don't believe in religion.

Who do you ask for mercy

when you commit a sin?

If I commit a sin against another person,

I'll apologize to that person.

If it's a sin against God?

Like what?

Ever since I was little,

I've never gotten any attention.

My parents were gone.

So were mine.

But they loved you, right?

I enjoyed the attention he gave me.

Mr. Pandi said I'm pretty...

For Nani!

Sita! Hold it!

- Run, Lani!

- No, I can't leave you.

Run, I'll hold him off!

- No!

- Go! Hurry!

Lani! Lani!

Lani!

Lani...

I'll call an ambulance.

No need, Sita...

Living is exhausting anyway.

Don't say that.

You have to stay alive.

Please stay alive.

What for?

Lani!

Lani, stop!

Lani!

She's an adulterer.

An adulterer has to be punished.

Mr. Hadi, why?!

- Why?!

- Grave t*rture exists.

That means hell exists too.

I don't want to get tortured in my grave.

Who said grave t*rture exists?!

There.

More and more people

are visiting cemeteries

to record the sounds of grave t*rture,

since some teenagers shared their

recording of grave t*rture this morning.

We were curious after watching

that nursing home lady on TV

who tried to record grave t*rture.

She said the t*rture is all lies.

But when we recorded it ourselves,

we proved her wrong.

RECORDING OF GRAVE t*rture

"Who is your God?"

Our bodies get smashed!

Of course I'm scared!

-CITIZENS ARE PANICKING

-Help!

The b*mber said

they're afraid of grave t*rture!

They said they want to go to...

heaven!

We have to be grateful because

everyone believes in grave t*rture now.

This makes people more faithful

and fear Allah.

The world has changed, Sita.

Because of you.

It all makes no sense!

How could a wretched man like Wahyu

lie peacefully in his grave!

Where are you, Wahyu?!

Help!

Adil!

Adil, help!

Adil!

I must be hallucinating.

There will always be a way out.

Who's there?

Who's there?

Ismail.

Help me!

I'm hallucinating...

Adil?

Adil!

Sita...

Adil?

Don't you see?!

I'm hallucinating.

Lack of oxygen.

Not enough oxygen.

Mom...

Dad...

Help me...

Dad?

Mom?

Dad, Mom...

I'm so sorry.

Conscience is a result of

our thinking process

based on the moral values

or value system that one believes in.

The system that I believe in

doesn't forbid lying,

stealing, or even k*lling.

I can do all those things

without feeling guilty.

Who are you?

We're scared.

Scared of what?

Help us.

How?

Help Ismail.

Help us...

How do I help him?

Help us... Help Ismail...

You don't need eyes to see.

You just have to believe.

Help us... Help Ismail...

How?!

Help Ismail.

Why did you leave me?

I'm scared!

I'm scared!

What are you scared of?

Let's go!

You can jump.

I can't.

You can.

Just believe.

Thank you for helping me.

There will be no more victims after this.

Adil!

Adil!

Adil!

Help...

Who is your God?!

I want to repent...

Please help me repent...

Who is your God?!

I want to repent...

How do I repent? Please help me...

Help me repent...

How do I repent...

Help me repent!

Help me repent!

I want to repent!

I beg forgiveness to Allah,

the Lord of all beings.

I ask God for forgiveness of all sins.

I beg forgiveness to Allah,

the Lord of all beings.

I ask God for forgiveness of all sins.

I beg forgiveness to Allah,

the Lord of all beings.

I ask God for forgiveness of all sins.

I beg forgiveness to Allah,

the Lord of all beings.

I ask God for forgiveness of all sins.

I beg forgiveness to Allah,

the Lord of all beings.

I ask God for forgiveness of all sins.

I thought I'd never see you again.

Come on, Adil.

I can't.

I can't.

No, come on!

- You go on!

- No!

You have to live, we have to live!

Come on!

Who is your God?!

Do you know?

Even if there are punishments

for sinners in the afterlife,

what would be the most horrifying?

It depends on what you fear the most.

What do you fear most?

I'm sure what you fear the most is

if everything they told you about

grave t*rture turns out to be true.

My love,

it's late.

Come sleep,

we're going on a picnic tomorrow.