Ghost in the Cell (2026)

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AS OF THIS WEEK,

NINE WORKERS HAVE REPORTEDLY DIED.

THE FIRST DEATH TOOK PLACE

ON FEBRUARY 12, 2025

ON THE EDGE OF NEHEA FOREST

BY THE MINISTRY OF ENVIRONMENT

How's it going?

You gonna be long?

Just two more sentences.

Then I'll send it to Mr. Endy, sir.

I told the printer guy to wait.

But his wife started having the baby.

He had to rush to the hospital.

THE NATIVES REPORTED THE CASE

TO THE HUMAN RIGHTS COMMISSION

If we had ads, I could fill the space.

But we haven't had ads in a long time.

"THIS FOREST ISN'T JUST TREES,

IT'S OUR HOME."

If your article doesn't come in,

we'll have a blank spot.

Done.

I just need to wait

for Mr. Endy's approval.

I made sure that

there won't be any revisions.

It should go straight to print.

Of course you had to be careful.

You're writing about a big company.

Their investors are government officials.

This will make headlines.

They illegally dug up 10,000 hectares

of protected forest for a nickel mine.

No one dares to speak up.

Plus, dozens of workers died

under suspicious circumstances.

It's scary, sir.

And you actually went there?

Yes, sir.

It's a seven-hour drive

from Balikpapan to Nehea Forest.

I've been to Borneo forests before,

but this one was really mysterious.

I can't wait to read your piece.

Best piece I've ever written.

Mr. Endy's going to love it!

That's great!

Hello, sir?

You call this an article?

What are you, an intern?

Get in here, now!

Yes, sir.

Oh no.

I'll be smoking downstairs, Dimas!

Let me know once it's sent to me!

Excuse me, sir.

You went all the way to Borneo,

wasting our money for this?

Writing about homicide

like those trashy online articles?

You're an economics desk reporter!

The ill*gal mining part is there, sir.

But the workers' deaths are

more compelling

Don't you get that we're going

out of business?!

People still read us

because we have substance!

If our stories are no different

from anyone else's,

why the hell would they subscribe to us?

You've got 20 minutes to revise.

The lede should be, "ill*gal Deforestation

of Protected Forest."

"Vice-President's son's company

is involved."

That's it!

Yes, sir.

Idiot!

MY WIFE

Hello?

You know the editor can handle it.

It doesn't have to be you.

I just fired my editor today.

I can't afford to pay them!

If the company can't be saved,

then come home.

Save your marriage!

I built this paper from nothing!

Before I met you!

This paper means a lot more

than our marriage!

Fine. Bye.

f*ck!

Dimas!

Mr. Vijay

Help

MAINTAIN ORDER

Good morning!

Morning, morning, morning!

Today is the same as yesterday,

the same as tomorrow.

As always,

you decide whether your day goes smoothly

or the other way round.

You know the rules.

Obey, and you live in peace.

Disobey, and face the consequences.

The only freedom you have here

is choosing how you want

to spend your day.

Understood?

Understood, understood, understood!

- Everyone's here?

- Yes, sir!

- Yes, sir!

- Yes, sir!

One missing!

Get down.

I'm sick, sir.

If I stand, my head spins.

Stand up!

Idiot.

He has no religion!

What did you say?

The next hour and a half is

for religious practice.

He has no religion,

so he can rest and recover.

A third of your time here's for religion.

So if you're not religious,

you get a third of the day off?

Religion doesn't force

sick people to pray.

If you think you're smarter than me,

don't fool yourself.

Your brain's tiny compared to mine.

Why so quiet?

Picturing yourself as me?

What would you be doing right now

if you were me?

I definitely wouldn't work in

a shitty place like this.

I work here

because I can!

Come on.

Let him go!

Come on!

Fight back!

Come on now.

Come on!

In here, you're excrement.

So if someone gives a damn, like I do,

just be grateful.

Don't act out.

Believe me!

I'm harsh on you

because that's what you need.

I'm the cure to your diseased hearts.

You're all here

because of your own mistakes.

You have no right to complain.

No right to ask for anything!

Just be quiet and follow the rules.

Now go do your religious activities!

Whether you have a religion or not!

Take him to the cage.

No need to throw it like that.

It won't hurt you to be nice.

What if I spit on it first?

Why did Anggoro pick a fight

with Jefry earlier?

Better than this f*ck dying.

I didn't ask Anggoro to help.

He thinks everyone needs his help.

Without him, most of us

wouldn't survive in here.

- Not me. I'm doing just fine.

- Fine getting beaten up?

Anggoro's not even a good fighter.

But people respect him.

It's his looks.

If I were tall and handsome like him,

people would respect me too.

Handsome guys get stepped on too.

Anggoro's got a real leader's spirit.

That's what he gets respect for.

You?

You're still alive only because

others think you can actually see ghosts.

You lied about that?!

You trying to get me k*lled?

Confess, Six.

You don't want to die a sinner.

- Right.

- Six.

You really don't have religion?

Where will you go when you die?

Six did a mantra when I was sick,

and I got better.

You lied about that too?

But you got better, right?

f*ck.

You're a former professor,

and you buy that nonsense?

You're just fresh meat for the dumb.

But Six has a point, Pendi.

You read books every day,

but you're still dumb like us.

If only you could outsmart Jefry

and show that we have brains too.

I'm sick of hearing him lecture us.

Hey, man.

Where's Anggoro?

He's not here. Go away.

- Please help me, man. I'm f*cked.

- It's none of our business, go away!

Without Anggoro's help, I'm dead for sure.

He's in the cage. He can't help you!

Anggoro's not here, Syafiq.

Go away.

f*ck!

You idiots!

Don't you mess with me!

You think you own this place?!

Nothing is free in this world! f*ck you!

Listen to me!

Throwing food away

while people out there starve to death!

You brainless f*ck!

Lick it! f*cking lick it clean!

You've got visitors.

Tell them to go home.

What am I, your servant?

Tell them yourself.

I feel bad just looking at their faces.

Where's your mother?

It's just me and Didi, Dad.

What are you doing here?

We haven't seen each other in two months.

We missed you.

Mom didn't want to come.

Our neighbor dropped us off

on his way to work.

Your mom must've been busy

working hard for you guys.

No, Dad.

She

We think she's going out

with Mr. Alexander.

Alexander who?

Her coworker at the bakery.

He's been visiting

for the last three months.

At first, Mom kicked him out.

But he kept coming.

And I think she's starting to like him.

We don't want Mom to marry him, Dad.

We don't want a father like him.

Why?

Because

He

He's ugly, Dad.

Even with a name like Alexander.

See, I'm Bibin, and I look okay.

Your mom can't remarry.

We're still married.

Mom said you were supposed

to be out last year,

but you kept getting into fights,

so you're still here.

Dad.

Please don't fight anymore, Dad.

Didi here asks everyone he meets,

"Which prison is your dad in?"

He thinks all dads are in prison.

We look at your photo

every night before bed.

So we won't forget your face.

Oh, almost forgot.

What's this?

So you won't forget our faces.

What are you playing with here?

That's clay.

We can make all kinds of shapes.

Teacher said that liking to make shapes

is a sign of intelligence.

You imagine it in your mind first,

then create it with your hands.

She also said that it teaches us

to live with purpose.

She's right.

Time to go home now.

Okay, Dad.

Please don't get into trouble

anymore, Dad.

I'm sorry.

I brought you a banana.

Bye, Dad!

Bye, my sons.

NO SMOKING

WELCOME

Poor man.

Just about to repent and then got k*lled.

Have a smoke and calm down.

Hey, this is expensive.

It's haram.

He's not allowed.

Why are you all squatting here

like egg yolks?

What?

Someone was looking for you,

asking for protection.

Who?

Syafiq.

Oh, heard he wants to quit dealing.

Promised his sick mother.

Where's he?

He got stabbed to death.

Don't look.

I feel guilty now.

You helped me this morning

and ended up in solitary,

and you couldn't help Syafiq.

It's not your fault.

Who visited you?

My kids.

What did they say?

To make sure I stay out of trouble

so I can get out in seven months.

And what did you tell them?

Nothing.

What's your plan when you get out?

Nothing.

There's no point.

In this f*cked up country, hard work

means nothing. You know that.

What about your kids, then?

Better off with their mother.

My head.

Still not getting better?

He was so noisy last night.

PRISONER TRANSPORT VEHICLE

WARNING - DO NOT APPROACH

THE SAFETY FENCE

Pretty boy!

Pretty boy!

Hey!

You're mine.

Don't give it to anyone else.

I'm gonna split you wide open.

I'll enter you.

Bang you hard.

Make you feel real good.

Smooth meat!

Hey, let me in on the gossip.

Anggoro

This time, better stay out of it.

Out of what?

You're the one k*lling your own guys.

Not my problem. Why would I interfere?

f*ck you.

I'm sick of

your holier-than-thou attitude.

36 YEARS OLD

Next.

Dimas.

Quickly.

Hold it straight.

25 YEARS OLD

Look here.

Okay, next!

Next!

Okay, pull up your pants.

Pull up your pants.

Dimas Kurniawan.

Yes, sir?

I didn't ask you to sit.

Strip.

Any ill*gal items on you?

No, sir.

Any drugs?

No, sir.

Pants off.

Pants off.

Look at this.

What's that, Pendi?

So I can talk from a distance,

like the Presidential Guard.

A student gave this to me yesterday.

How are you gonna use that here?

What are you, stupid?

I'll give one to my kid later.

He just needs to come

near the prison to talk to me.

What if you get caught?

I won't!

- Hey!

- What do you mean you won't?!

Take the new guy around.

Show him around.

Go.

- Go ahead.

- You take him.

Now!

- Let's go!

- I need to take a dump.

Good to be old, huh?

Come here!

Hey, man!

- What's your name?

- Dimas.

I'm Irfan.

Okay, listen up.

Don't mess up when the guard

questions you, or I'm screwed.

This yard is the Judgement Field.

It feels like the freest spot,

but be careful.

Most inmates gather here.

Whether you survive or die

depends on who you hang with.

Look there.

Terrorism inmates.

Big ones who blew up buildings,

and small ones whose bombs

never even went off.

But see,

terror against other religions?

Sadly, not a crime.

We call it majority privilege.

Those in front? Celebrities.

Their arrest made huge headlines.

Journalists went crazy,

pushing aside issues that actually matter.

People say it's a diversion.

Me?

I think Indonesians just care more about

celebrities than their own damn lives.

What did I just say?

Huh?

What about th*gs?

th*gs don't go to prison, brother.

They join community organizations.

Stay away from that one.

That's Rendra Oh's g*ng.

A drug lord. Been in here five years.

He's running his meth lab in here.

Yeah, he totally looks like a boss.

That's not him.

That's Rendra.

Don't underestimate his looks.

He's not here for drugs.

He stabbed someone in a club

just because he hated the music.

He never got caught making drugs in here?

Every inmate and officer knows.

Come on, you're in Indonesia, not Norway.

What about you?

Which g*ng?

You met Pendi earlier.

He used to be a university lecturer.

He tried to expose corruption on campus.

Got framed for theft.

Across from him is Wildan.

He's the most devoted out of all of us.

Super diligent.

Why's he in here?

Claimed he could

double money with prayers.

The sickly one next to him is Six.

Must've been a sixth kid.

You think you're smart?

His mom really wanted a child, and finally

had one with her sixth husband.

- What's he in for?

- He scammed people online.

Made them fall in love,

then ripped them off.

One victim reported him.

Next to him is Anggoro, in for robbery.

His house got seized,

even though he had the certificate.

Turns out, the land mafia

wanted to build a luxury resort there.

Anggoro got pissed off,

robbed the guy, and got caught.

What about you, bro?

We're not bros yet.

I'm in for phone scam.

"Hello, sir?"

"Your son was caught with drugs."

"Do you want to handle it yourself,

or should I?"

So you're a g*ng of scammers and robbers?

We're not exactly a g*ng.

But in here, if you're alone,

you'll die faster.

I feel bad for the victims.

You feel bad for the victims?

You think I'm the evil one here?

Let me show you what's evil.

Over there.

Block K. Full of corrupt officials

who love stealing from the people.

Their cells are huge and fancy.

They've got fridges, TVs, AC, and Wi-Fi.

They can even leave whenever they want.

See the guards at the door?

They're inmates paid to protect them.

Block K inmates never set foot

in the Judgment Field. Why?

They go straight to hell.

No need to be judged.

Let's go.

Here's the prayer room.

Huh? Prayer room? Inside a prison?

Must be dark and damp.

See for yourself.

It's called Musholla Al Prakasa.

Over here. There.

See?

You get it?

We might live in a dumpster,

but our praying place must be luxurious,

so that we can feel

the prestige of our community.

It's quite empty?

But it's luxurious.

We also have an art room.

Also fancy?

In this country, art is not prioritized.

Not like government buildings.

Or chic selfie spots.

But at least we have one.

Not like that!

Here, watch me.

Before we start dancing,

we have to warm up first.

That's Novilham.

He teaches art class.

By the way, which cell did you get?

Block C.

Cell number 31.

Oh, damn.

What?

What's with you?

Just showed the new guy around.

I know, the journalist.

He mutilated his boss.

- That kid?

- Yes.

That's what they say.

Hope he survives the night.

Seems like someone's trying

to get him k*lled.

What cell is he in?

Tokek's cell.

- He's definitely f*cked.

- Damn.

My head

I'm gonna chop your head off.

I'm sick of your sh*t!

Don't be hard on him.

You try sleeping through this!

Every waking hour.

Don't take too long.

Direct order from the boss.

Understood, sir. By tomorrow.

This is a model prison,

so the work's easier.

Handle this right,

and you'll be sitting where I am soon.

Being a deputy minister is nice.

You deal with respectable people,

not those animals in prison.

Yes, sir.

You'll become deputy minister this year,

minister in two years.

No, no. No way, sir.

In five years, I may be working for you.

You joke, sir.

All right, then.

- Please send my regards to the boss.

- Will do.

Thank you, sir.

You heard that?

Yes, sir.

I've arranged everything, sir.

Keep it clean.

This one's not like the rest of the scum.

If he dies,

it'll make headlines.

Understood, sir.

You're dismissed.

What should we do?

What, you think we can just

ask for a transfer?

I gotta tell you something.

You need to be careful.

You'll be in a cell with Tokek.

Looks like a gecko.

I love geckos, so cute.

Not this one, dumb-a*s.

He's had the cell to himself for years.

Anyone who rooms with him

ends up k*lled.

He is Rendra's hitman.

It seems someone higher up

wants you dead. Stay sharp.

Once you're in, find a weapon.

If he comes at you,

fight back with everything. Got it?

It's nighttime,

and you all know the rules.

I don't care if you were a thug

or gangster out there.

In here,

you play by my rules.

So shut your mouths and sleep tight!

Get inside your cells!

Now!

- Where's Tokek?

- I told him to have a drink first.

He's got a job, you idiot!

If he's drunk,

they'll suspect less, right?

I'm doing you and your boss a favor!

Hey. I don't have a boss.

Watch your mouth.

Remember, you're still nothing

but a doormat.

What do we do? He's gonna die!

f*ck.

Dimas.

You wanna get swollen,

or you wanna get blendered?

You're in my bed.

I can't watch.

Gotta carve you up tonight, pretty boy.

But I'm too drunk.

Tomorrow's fine, yeah?

What's wrong with you?

I saw a rat, sir.

Where?

There.

Don't mess with me.

I can't take this anymore.

I'm better off dead

Can't you die quietly?

I can't sleep, damn it!

If you don't have religion,

where will you go when you die?

I'll send him to hell myself.

Shut it.

It hurts

You're not sick anymore?

No, I feel great.

- He turned into Jackie Chan?

- Dude's lost his mind.

Man, I feel like an athlete.

Did he take the wrong meds?

- What a mess.

- A shower would be nice.

- I'll ask for AC later.

- The fan isn't even working.

Vin, come here.

What are you doing over there?

- Vin.

- Oh, sh*t.

Where's Six?

He took a shower earlier

and is exercising now.

The kid's still alive?

Tokek was too drunk

to k*ll him last night.

But today, it will happen for sure.

- Let's pray for him.

- Right.

I'm off first.

Okay.

Pick it up, sweetheart.

Pick it up!

Don't bend over.

Your hands are useless, huh?

Let me just cut them off for you.

So you got yourself a little guard dog.

You've got other creatures

living with you.

Rats, c*ck, bedbugs.

Make your cell nice and comfy for them.

You're able to be here because

the country is funding it.

Be grateful!

Clean your space until it's spotless!

SHIFuck you!

f*ck!

What do you know about being f*cked?

Life has f*cked me over so many times!

Wanna feel what I feel?

Come at me!

This f*ck.

f*ck!

f*ck! What's with you!

You two!

Why is it always you two?

You think this prison...

What's going on?

Who did it?

We'll sort it out

before the police arrive, sir.

They can't and won't come here.

Are you stupid?

If this hits the headlines, we're screwed.

He was a nobody.

Even his family won't show.

- Handle it yourself.

- Yes, sir.

This isn't just about me.

If I go down, you're going down with me.

- You're already in too deep. Swim smart.

- Understood, sir.

Find out who...

Everything okay, Mr. Sapto?

Sir! So sorry if we disturbed your rest.

All is good, sir.

We've got all the officers

ensuring your comfort and safety.

Thank goodness.

Yes.

I'm trying to be a model citizen now.

Right.

- Not going anywhere.

- I understand.

Just staying in my cell. Safe, right?

Of course, sir.

I'll probably head home next week.

I haven't been home in a week.

My poor wife must miss me.

Wife number?

The third one, of course.

One and two are already sick of my face.

You're such a funny man, sir.

By the way, did you get my gift

for your boy's birthday?

Oh my God.

I forgot to thank you directly.

Thank you so much, sir.

You really didn't have to.

Not at all.

You did say he wanted a Wubicon.

Correct, sir.

Kids these days have expensive taste.

That's good, not like back

in our day, struggling.

You're right again, sir.

All right, then, I'm off to watch a movie.

Very well, sir.

If anything comes up,

just text me, all right?

Will do.

I'm here whenever you need me.

Have a great shift.

And you have a good rest, sir.

- Good night, Mr. Sapto.

- Good night, sir.

Find the culprit now!

What do you mean you saw

Tokek walk into his cell?

I swear it was him. He was real.

Not like some see-through ghost.

Like you know

what a ghost even looks like.

That's what they say, right?

Six, if you keep making things up,

we will beat you up ourselves.

Have you ever seen me this serious?

I don't believe you.

Still

Hey, what are you doing here?!

- Hey, shush!

- What's with you?!

- Stay away.

- What's wrong with you?

He can't! He shouldn't be here!

Stay away!

- Six! Dimas, stay here.

- No, no, no!

- Kindness will do you good.

- You stay there!

Don't stay here! Go!

Please, just listen to me!

If you act like this

- Sit down!

- No, let him leave so Six calms down.

- Be quiet!

- Calm down.

What are you doing on that side?

Go over there!

Hey.

Do you think they're suspicious of us?

I mean, we always clashed

with Tokek's g*ng.

But honestly, we'd be better off

if the police investigated.

But that won't happen.

The officers will handle it themselves.

So now we've got two problems.

First, the prison officers,

Second

Them. They'll think we did it.

Anggoro's gonna protect us, right?

Allah will protect you.

What's wrong with Anton?

His wife ran off with all their savings.

Wait you see that?

The red thing around Anton?

- What are you talking about?

- That!

Like red smoke!

Stop being creepy, Six!

- What?

- Nothing's there!

- It looks like smoke!

- What do you mean?

Red smoke on his body.

- I'm fine. I said I'm fine!

- Don't make a scene.

- Around him.

- Enough.

Stop it.

Shut up!

Food's ready!

Let's eat.

What's going on? What happened?

You all know the situation.

I won't say much.

Talking's not my job.

Yet you never stop talking.

If anyone knows who committed

this horrific crime,

step forward now.

Come.

Quickly.

Sir.

- Yes?

- I'm scared, sir.

I saw the body. That death wasn't natural.

Why haven't the police come?

I've been trying to keep you all safe.

But I guess you just want to

make things difficult!

Hey.

Did anyone ask you to help him?

No.

Do I need permission for that?

Where were you this morning?

Where else could I go? I'm a prisoner.

You think this is a joke?

Where were you when Tokek was m*rder*d?

In my cell. I have witnesses.

Who? Your friends?

The CCTV might show something else.

What CCTV? They're all dead.

Exactly.

Which means we can do whatever we want.

Nowadays, anything can be staged.

How much longer are you in for?

Seven months?

Forget it.

A m*rder case like this

could add another 20 years.

There's no breakfast today.

No lunch.

And no dinner.

If no one's coming forward,

there'll be no food

tomorrow or ever again!

To help you understand

what discipline means,

I'm cutting off

electricity, water,

anything that makes your life easier.

You want to act like animals?

Then you'll be treated like animals!

- You piece of sh*t!

- Stay calm.

- We're all screwed because of you.

- Don't take the bait!

f*ck you!

You stupid b*tch!

I'll escape and k*ll you myself, b*tch!

Why did you k*ll your boss?

It wasn't me! I didn't k*ll my boss!

No need to lie. You're not in a court.

I swear!

Even if I did k*ll him,

no way I could've lifted

and hung him on the ceiling fan!

Then why were you still found guilty?

This is Indonesia.

You think we're in Norway or something?

Maybe your spirit guardian did it.

What? There's no such thing!

Six, come here.

No.

Get over here and tell us what you saw.

After Tokek died, I saw a figure

that looked like him enter your cell.

And just now, after Anton died,

I saw him walking toward you.

I wasn't even at the scene,

so clearly I didn't do it!

I've always been wimpy.

When I was a baby,

even my cries sounded wimpy.

How does that even sound like?!

Actually, I saw something else too.

What?

Before they died,

I saw a red aura around their heads.

Aura?!

I swear I'll stomp on your neck.

You're still making sh*t up?

I swear, I'll swear on Allah!

But you don't believe in Allah.

Then I'll swear on anything!

Ever since that terrible headache,

I've been seeing weird things.

Tokek and Anton both had

blood-red auras before they died.

How convenient that you just happened

to see their auras.

Now I can see everyone's aura in the dark.

Can you see mine?

- Yes.

- What color?

Grey.

What does it mean?

How would I know?

Then what's the point of you

seeing auras, dumb-a*s?!

Gray aura means confusion.

You're religious.

Why do you believe in such nonsense?

In Islam, though it's not called an aura,

there are verses and hadiths.

"Whoever prays often at night,

their face will shine during the day."

Hadith from Ibn Majah.

Yours is light blue.

Honesty and wisdom.

- Go to hell.

- Man, that's totally made up.

- No way I'm lying. My aura is honesty.

- It's only good when it's him.

Yours is indigo, but murky.

What color is indigo?

Between blue and purple.

If it's murky, it means

you're unsure, conflicted.

Yeah, I'm conflicted about

whether to slap your face or not.

Yours is green, but also murky.

Apathy.

Then what does blood-red mean,

like Tokek's and Anton's?

Anger. Negative energy.

My boss was angry too,

that night before he died.

He fought with his wife,

and our paper was going bankrupt.

So someone's k*lling people

who have the most negative energy.

But who?

Or what?

Something.

Only if Six isn't making this up.

I'm not! You think it's fun

to see such things?

Enough. We're safe,

since our auras aren't red, right?

Even though they're kinda murky.

Not really.

Auras can change with your mood.

What if it turns red and murky?

How do we fix it?

By doing good deeds.

Cleaning with sincerity, praying, or art.

Doing art can calm you down.

It keeps your aura safe.

Like what?

Painting, singing, dancing.

I can't paint or sing.

Then dance.

I can't dance either.

Everybody can dance.

Screw you. You used to be the quiet one.

Now you won't shut up.

- He's right. It's bullshit.

- Stop fooling around.

- Enough.

- Come here and explain it.

How long does it take

to learn to read the Quran?

If you're diligent, 48 hours.

- That's fast!

- Only if you're diligent.

Hey, wait!

Wait a minute.

- What do you want?

- We want to pray!

Find someplace else. It's full here.

That sucks. Muslims never stop others

from practicing their religion.

Let's just recite in our cells.

We can't. Too filthy and impure.

Then what do we do?

That's not it, babe.

Softly, like a wave

Hi! For those just joining,

welcome to the class!

Please, take any empty spots.

I'm Novilham. Call me Ilham or Novi.

Let's learn some choreography!

Look at me carefully.

I don't want to repeat myself.

Pay attention, okay?

One, right hand up, left hand up.

Crown, then shampoo, and body soap.

Left tit, right tit, go down,

period cramps, and turn!

Period cramps, and turn!

Go big, then close, go big, then close!

One more, then go down, go up,

shampoo, flip it, turn back.

Twerk, twerk, twerk all the way, go up,

and turn around.

Understood?

Now quick, follow me!

Let's do it together!

Right hand up, left hand up,

crown, then shampoo, and soap.

Left tit, right tit, go down,

period cramps, and turn!

Bang!

Period cramps and turn!

Go big, then close, go big, then close!

One more, then go down, go up,

wash your transparent hair, flip it,

turn back, twerk all the way down,

then go up,

and turn around!

You're not synced at all,

moves are different!

Again from the top! Watch me!

Put one hand up.

Up.

- I heard you can see auras.

- Who told you that?

Left tit, right tit.

What's my aura?

- You can only see it in the dark?

- Yeah.

Hold on.

Period cramp and pose.

Well? Am I safe?

Murky green! Safe!

One more time, go big!

Six, am I safe?

Shampoo, flip your hair!

You too.

Twerk all the way down and go back up.

All of you are green, safe!

Hey! What are you doing in the dark?

Join the group!

You guys just don't appreciate my class.

I'm tired!

All of you get out!

What a waste of my energy.

Get out!

I'm exhausted! This is not the day.

Quick, get out!

I'm worried. Novilham seems so upset.

But he keeps dancing.

He should be safe, right?

That's true

Why's he so down anyway?

His dance studio was demolished

for a political party headquarters.

Too many parties already, aren't there?

Like floating turds.

Have you actually seen floating turds?

I haven't.

Ever gone looking for them?

No.

For political parties?

No.

See? They're the same thing.

Hopefully, his dancing

keeps his aura safe.

What if he dances in anger?

Is that even possible? Dancing angrily?

Of course, it is.

People pray in anger all the time.

Academic advisor

Where are you guys going?

Trying to dance instead.

The Quran is hard, man.

First time reciting?

Yeah. We're Christians.

Don't go in yet.

The teacher needs time alone.

Don't tell me what to do.

f*ck!

We were only a few meters away!

f*ck!

Now the cops will definitely show up!

Wrong. We'll be cut off from the outside.

They will cover this up

to hide the drug business here.

His aura was brown.

What?

Novi's aura before he died.

Dark brown. Not red.

What does that mean?

People with dark brown auras,

that's below blood red.

It wasn't anger.

More like boiling frustration.

Wait, so the aura doesn't have to be red

for someone to die?

No.

Even if everyone stays positive,

there'll always be

the least positive person.

And that person's gonna die.

f*ck.

In the end, we're all

going to die one by one.

I can see everyone's aura,

except for one person.

Who?

Tell us what you know about all this!

Talk!

I swear I don't know anything!

This started happening

when you came in here!

Your boss died the same way?

Like the inmates here?

Yes, but I don't know why. I swear!

Since when did this all start?

Since the day my boss died.

Where were you before? Visiting a shaman?

No. Just covering a story

about a forest in Borneo.

What case?

Protected forest cleared for

ill*gal nickel mining.

Government officials were behind it.

And?

But the strange part is,

dozens of workers died suspiciously.

What were the bodies like?

What do you mean?

How did they die? Stabbed? Shot?

Allah, forgive me.

I don't know who k*lled them,

but the bodies were carved

and hung in trees.

Like an art installation.

Like sculptures in an exhibit.

Except this was made by

a complete lunatic.

Anything else you remember?

About what?

Anything! Anything that can

help us survive!

That's all, there's nothing else.

Think harder, damn it!

I did!

I've been thinking hard!

Every day!

Wondering how I ended up here!

I think so hard every single day.

I don't know about you guys,

but I've never even gotten into

a shouting match,

let alone a physical fight,

let alone k*lled someone!

My little brothers are

still in junior high.

When they were babies,

our parents drowned in a flood.

I don't know how they're doing now.

I always think hard. I swear.

I also think about my purpose in life.

My dad was a shaman.

He said he could heal people.

I didn't believe him.

I thought he was a fraud.

He said I was special.

That I had a special gift.

Now that I'm seeing things like this,

I'm also thinking hard about

what this gift is for.

We're all born with a purpose.

Everything in nature has a "telos,"

a natural end or goal.

That's from Aristotle.

Every individual has a unique and personal

calling or a mission,

and that's from Sren Kierkegaard.

Suddenly got smart?

It's easier to survive in this country

if people think you're dumb.

Less threatening.

We have to have a purpose in this country.

Otherwise, what's the point of life?

So all of us should survive, go out,

and find our purpose.

For that, we have to work together

and find a solution.

Okay?!

Okay.

Okay.

- Okay!

- Okay.

What an eyesore.

f*ck my goat!

After you got back from Borneo,

did you keep following the case?

Even right before I got here,

I was still in touch with the people.

Anyone else died after that?

No.

What is it, Anggoro?

Anggoro?

Whatever it is

Stay there!

Whatever k*lled those people,

it followed Dimas to Jakarta.

It's here with us.

You

- What are you doing?!

- I'm taking him away.

Hand the kid over!

Why? He didn't k*ll anyone.

- Since he showed up, people started dying!

- What'll you do with him?

He's not getting out of here alive!

Hand him over!

Close it!

Open it, f*ck!

Hey.

Give it to me!

Eat this sh*t!

f*ck!

Eat this sh*t!

Anggoro!

What?

- Your aura!

- What about it?

It turned red!

- What do I do?

- Tone it down!

Pray! Or do art!

Right now?

You'll die! Do it now! Pray or do art!

Fight back, you shithead!

He's safe.

You're safe, Anggoro!

- You like that?

- f*ck you!

What about Bimo?

Hey, answer me! Be fair, man!

Reddish gray.

Bimo! Your aura is red!

Your aura is red!

I'm not dancing! Gross!

Look, the shadow has appeared.

Bimo!

You will die!

Our Father who art in Heaven,

hallowed be Thy name.

Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done

on earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses as we

Bimo!

He's safe!

- You're safe!

- I'm safe?

You're safe, Bimo!

Hey!

Listen up, all of you.

We may be enemies. Rivals.

But when we're in danger,

we must stand together.

That's the only way we all survive.

After he's gone,

we can go back to hating each other.

Wait!

You think the ghost will just disappear

if Dimas dies? No!

This isn't a regular ghost.

You can't just get rid of it.

If he dies, it'll just move on

to the next host.

And we don't know who.

We can't fight something

we don't understand.

And Dimas is the key

to understanding this ghost.

He brought it here

and will help us figure out

how to stop it.

If he dies? We have no answers.

We just wait for our turn to die,

one by one.

Is that what you want?

I mean, look at him.

He's a wimp.

But look how deadly the ghost is.

What if it attaches to someone brutal?

It might k*ll all of us in one go.

That's why.

Dimas must not die!

He's the key!

I'm the key!

I shouldn't die!

I don't understand

why stupid people make their lives

harder than they need to be.

Look at the result of teaching you peace.

Are you all allergic to peace?

I know who's gonna die next.

You.

You have masochistic personality disorder.

You're dumb, so you don't know

what that means.

It means

a person who always seeks

suffering, humiliation,

or failure, unconsciously,

even when there's a chance to be happy.

I feel sorry for you.

Interesting.

Masochistic personality disorder

isn't recognized in the Diagnostic

and Statistical Manual anymore

because it placed the blame

on individuals,

instead of acknowledging

trauma or social forces.

What do you know about psychology?

I've studied this for years.

The ones who act most powerful are

often terrified someone will see

how small they feel inside.

That's from Athlete's Ladder.

Alfred Adler!

Athlete's Big Tank.

Alfred Adler.

The father of Individual Psychology.

By the way, I like him better than Freud.

What happened to you as a child

that made you hide

your inferiority complex so hard?

I believe, underneath it all,

you're desperately trying to prove

you deserve respect

by making others feel smaller.

You're all going to rot and die here!

None of you are getting out.

Forget your dreams of freedom!

It will never come!

Why?

Because I believe all of you are

responsible for the murders.

You're sick!

And I don't want to hear a single word

about aura bullshit,

negative energy, or any ghost bullshit!

You're the monsters!

You should all rot in here!

Stop making up ghost stories!

Ghosts can suck my c*ck!

I seek refuge in Allah

from the outcast Satan.

- Amitabha.

- Hallelujah, hallelujah.

In the name of God, the Most Gracious,

the Most Merciful.

All praise belongs to Allah.

Amitabha.

I used to be a fighter.

Back in college, I was all about protests.

I couldn't sleep. I was always restless.

The government was unjust.

Officials were corrupt.

Lawmakers were corrupt.

Later, I joined a political party.

I tried to fight from inside the system.

You know what lesson I learned?

Nothing will ever change.

And nothing needs to.

As human beings,

we carry the burden to be good,

honest, and full of integrity.

However, all that means nothing.

In Indonesia,

it's survival of the fittest.

In the jungle, the strongest will survive.

In our daily lives,

only the smartest survive.

They call it corruption.

I call it reward for the smarts.

Everyone's chasing profit.

Everyone takes shortcuts. And there's

nothing wrong with that, right?

Rich, poor, they're all the same.

We just need to save ourselves.

That's all.

Our only responsibility is to ourselves.

You'll learn that.

Jefry is dead.

You're going to take his place.

He used to be my right-hand man.

Now you are.

Can you do that?

I need your loyalty and commitment.

If I'm safe, you're safe.

If I rise,

I'll make sure you rise with me.

Can you do that?

Yes, sir!

Yes?

You called for me, sir?

Carry out what I told you this afternoon.

Yes, sir.

Bring only the ones we can trust.

Yes, sir.

Teacher said that liking to make shapes

is a sign of intelligence.

You imagine it in your mind first.

It teaches us to live with purpose.

We're all going to die if we do nothing!

Sure, we could each save ourselves.

But your turn will come.

So what do we do?

We have to unite.

Let's think together, find a way.

I'm not here to be a leader

or to try to be the boss.

I'm willing to take orders.

What matters is that we unite.

Come on!

Come on!

Rendra's gonna be pissed at you.

Let him.

I've been trying to save others too.

I stayed close to influence him.

From k*lling five people down to just one.

I play it smart, not recklessly like you.

Strategic, just like a politician.

Let's gather.

Okay, this might be enough.

So what's your idea?

This ghost is latching onto Dimas

for a reason.

Look at the victims.

The bodies are turned into art.

It shows it can think.

It's intelligent.

And it came here for a reason.

What is it?

It's looking for someone.

The deaths are still happening,

so it hasn't found the one yet.

So the ghost is stupid?

I thought it was smart.

Maybe k*lling people for their auras

is like feeding itself.

But I'm not sure

who or what it's really looking for.

It's because it's too far.

What do you mean?

Everyone who died was near me.

I mean, all still in Block C.

So it could be someone from another block?

But who?

You sure you want to stay here, sir?

The other gentlemen here have already

taken days off for some fresh air.

What about you, sir?

I've got something to deal with

in Block C.

Oh no.

Those are robbers and scammers, right?

Right.

They really shouldn't even be

in the same prison as us.

Exactly, sir. They don't deserve to be.

Right.

It's fine. I'll just stay here.

- There's a lot, seriously?

- Hey.

If we don't figure this out,

someone is gonna die soon.

I've been tracking the timing!

Come on, let's think. Who could it be?

Dimas?

You know best. Try to feel it.

I don't know.

- sh*t, he is useless.

- This f*ck.

Prakasa Kitabuming.

He's a corruption convict. Block K.

Guess the K stands for kleptocracy.

Nah.

It stands for Kocksuckers.

Why him?

He's the one responsible for

all those nickel mines in Borneo.

He often leaves prison

to visit his resort there too.

Those filthy-a*s politicians

Let's move closer to Block K.

We have to be extremely careful.

There are prison guards assigned

specifically to protect Block K.

Plus, they hired their own bodyguards.

Let's go.

I have a really bad feeling.

We have to move fast.

The warden's up to something.

I don't know what.

ATTENTION

AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY

We go from the back.

This should be close enough.

How will we know

if the ghost has gotten Prakasa?

- You got your phone?

- I do.

- Do you know Prakasa's number?

- No.

But I memorized it

from the Head Warden's phone.

Call him. If he picks up,

he's still alive.

Hello?

He's still alive.

Would he know it was you?

Nope, I hid my number.

Maybe he has to get angry first,

so his aura turns negative,

and then the ghost can k*ll him?

Can I borrow the phone?

This is his number?

Hey, doormats!

You should be robbing those b*stards,

not guarding them!

We protect those who have money,

you dumb f*ck.

Bullshit!

Why are you two following me here?

I can't fight!

I should track their auras!

What about you?

I'm gonna make Prakasa angry!

What's your plan?

- I'm not scared.

- KPK.

Those corrupt people are still criminals,

no matter how powerful.

KPK.

I get it.

Brilliant.

Hello?

Mr. Prakasa, remember me?

From the Corruption Eradication

Commission.

Remember last time, when I escorted you

to the Red-and-White building?

Still not satisfied with arresting me?

Just checking in on you.

How's life now that

everything's fallen apart?

Fallen apart?

My life's still great. Safer, even.

You? Careful you don't fail that

National Values "Test" again.

Fail, and you'll be hustling

as a seminar speaker.

An online seminar, no less.

as*h*le.

Red!

f*ck

Keep going!

You're safe!

PRAKASA KITABUMING'S MISTRESS EXPOSED

Hi, besties of Intan Lidya!

Today, I'm gonna show you

my daily makeup routine.

My makeup.

You're so cool.

Prakasa, honey.

It's me, your baby, Intan.

I'm super stressed. I feel so alone.

But you got everything you wanted.

Exactly, honey, you gave me everything.

Bags, cars, trips, diamonds, all of it.

But, honey, I'm embarrassed

to be known as Prakasa's mistress.

I mean, you're just a man in prison now.

You're an idiot if you think

I'm just some man in prison.

And I hate stupid women.

Go find yourself a new sugar daddy.

Red!

Red!

What do we do?

Keep going!

Now what?

If you can't get rid of this ghost,

the ghost won't be the one k*lling us.

It'll be these m*therf*ckers!

What's next?!

We don't want chaos,

we're here to express our anger!

We're angry!

We came in peace. No weapons, no soldiers.

We're here to propose an idea.

Nothing more.

FROM PROTESTS TO PROJECTS,

YOUNG PRAKASA, FORMER ACTIVIST.

We're here purely for the people.

That includes me, my mother, yourself,

and all mothers out there.

Hello?

Remember me?

Who's this?

Already forgotten about me, huh?

Is this a joke? I'm hanging up.

I get it if you've forgotten.

You k*lled me.

But I'm sure you still remember my voice.

The one you used to hear

when you talked to yourself.

We used to talk about

what we could do for this country.

Yes, I'm you.

The younger you.

Lying b*stard!

I just want to ask.

When exactly did we become like this?

When did a young man full of dreams

turn into a coward, forced to hide?

How did a man of dignity end up

with a life cursed by millions?

Shut up!

I have everything I ever wanted!

Everything?

A comfy chair in prison?

A fancy dining table that means nothing?

The spoiled kids we used to despise?

Prakasa, we are outcasts.

Was this our dream?

To become thieves in suits?

I'm not a thief!

I fought for all of this!

Fought?

I remember what we once told Mom.

"Mom, I want to be someone great.

Someone honorable."

"I want to make this country better."

Do we still believe that?

Or was it all just to make her happy

before we started stealing

from the people?

- She's gone now, Prakasa.

- Shut up.

If she were still here, wouldn't she cry

seeing what we've become?

Shut up! b*stard!

He's dead!

Prakasa is dead!

What else are you fighting for?

The ghost is gone.

Stop!

Traitor! Snitch!

Snitches don't deserve to live!

You will all die!

But first, you're going to watch

your friends burn!

And it's all your fault!

Water!

You b*stards!

Why did you use water?!

Let me go, you b*stards!

I'm the Head Warden!

Only five honest guards out of fifty?

Ten percent of Indonesia is

still some kind of hope, sir.

This is about the time

police sirens start kicking in.

But what for?

SIX MONTHS LATER

The pawn must be sacrificed,

just like the people.

Right.

So frustrating.

But a pawn can become something more.

If it makes it all the way to the end,

toward its dream, it can become the queen.

There you go.

So chess is like life?

- That's right.

- Yes!

I came to say goodbye.

He is finally free.

It's rare for an appeal to get

a final verdict this quickly.

The CCTV footage was pretty clear.

I wasn't even in my boss's office

when he got m*rder*d.

It's weird that the footage

was missing back then.

It's CCTV. It only exists

when it's needed.

Right.

And you even got a taste of life in here.

That's right.

If you ever miss it, just come back in.

Yes.

Now, I see why that ghost clung to you.

You've got the most positive aura.

Golden.

What does it mean?

Inner peace. Super rare.

Well, I don't find myself

that peaceful inside.

Where are you heading after this?

Borneo, back to Nehea Forest.

Maybe the ghost's still with me,

so I can take it home.

- Such a good kid.

- Good.

Group hug!

Be safe out there.

Oh, yeah, you're getting out

next month, right?

If they don't extend my sentence.

But do you want to get out?

Of course I do.

See you outside, then.

See you.

It's okay to cry if you want to.

Take care.

Be kind, but don't be stupid!

Kiddo.

One got out.

- One got out.

- It's about time.

Come on.

You okay if I change your name?

It's okay. We're roommates now.

- What?

- His name.

- But I'm still uncircumcised.

- Relax.

- Still uncircumcised.

- Let me change the name too.

Listen.

An Arabic name.

KEEP THE PEACE TOGETHER

Action!

I can't dance.

Everybody can dance.

Action!

I can't dance.

Everybody can dance.

Action!

What?

Come on.

Everybody, quick, join the dance.

Come on.

Put your hands up. Go big.

Go big. Go down. Hey!