Grave Torture (2024) Movie Script
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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. Gun'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 bomber
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 torture 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 torture 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 torture,
we don't know when it will come.
It might be far in the future.
But grave torture 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 bomber recorded the voice?
- Yes.
- What for?
I want to prove the recording is fake,
to prove that there's
no such thing as grave torture.
And when you prove it's fake, then what?
Then what, Sita?
Sita! Then what?
It means our parents weren't killed
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.
Shoot.
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 torture 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 KILLER
WAS SHOT DEAD BY THE POLICE
A FACTORY WORKER CLAIMED TO HAVE
RECORDED GRAVE TORTURE
AFRIZAL, 35, CLAIMED TO HAVE
HEARD SCREAMS OF TORTURE...
FROM THE GRAVE
OF THE SERIAL KILLER I. MASBETH
NO ONE BELIEVED HIS CLAIMS
AND DEEMED IT FAKE
THE SUICIDE BOMBER 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 bomb 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 killing.
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 torture
or grave torture?
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 torture?
Masochists.
Wouldn't they enjoy the torture?
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 torture,
then it's true that religions
are nothing but old wives' tales.
You mean torture 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 torture turns out to be true.
As for me,
I fear a never-ending disorientation.
And I have lived it.
I have gotten my own torture.
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 kill 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 torture
from inside the grave.
It terrified him,
and he decided to die
as a martyr for his religion,
to avoid grave torture.
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 torture,
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 shit 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 ass raising us both!
Because someone
blew our parents to pieces, remember?
You're the one who killed 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 kill that woman.
Kill the woman who seduced you.
She's a sinner.
If you kill 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 torture exists.
That means hell exists too.
I don't want to get tortured in my grave.
Who said grave torture exists?!
There.
More and more people
are visiting cemeteries
to record the sounds of grave torture,
since some teenagers shared their
recording of grave torture this morning.
We were curious after watching
that nursing home lady on TV
who tried to record grave torture.
She said the torture is all lies.
But when we recorded it ourselves,
we proved her wrong.
RECORDING OF GRAVE TORTURE
"Who is your God?"
Our bodies get smashed!
Of course I'm scared!
-CITIZENS ARE PANICKING
-Help!
The bomber said
they're afraid of grave torture!
They said they want to go to...
heaven!
We have to be grateful because
everyone believes in grave torture 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 killing.
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 torture turns out to be true.
My love,
it's late.
Come sleep,
we're going on a picnic tomorrow.
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. Gun'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 bomber
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 torture 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 torture 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 torture,
we don't know when it will come.
It might be far in the future.
But grave torture 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 bomber recorded the voice?
- Yes.
- What for?
I want to prove the recording is fake,
to prove that there's
no such thing as grave torture.
And when you prove it's fake, then what?
Then what, Sita?
Sita! Then what?
It means our parents weren't killed
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.
Shoot.
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 torture 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 KILLER
WAS SHOT DEAD BY THE POLICE
A FACTORY WORKER CLAIMED TO HAVE
RECORDED GRAVE TORTURE
AFRIZAL, 35, CLAIMED TO HAVE
HEARD SCREAMS OF TORTURE...
FROM THE GRAVE
OF THE SERIAL KILLER I. MASBETH
NO ONE BELIEVED HIS CLAIMS
AND DEEMED IT FAKE
THE SUICIDE BOMBER 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 bomb 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 killing.
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 torture
or grave torture?
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 torture?
Masochists.
Wouldn't they enjoy the torture?
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 torture,
then it's true that religions
are nothing but old wives' tales.
You mean torture 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 torture turns out to be true.
As for me,
I fear a never-ending disorientation.
And I have lived it.
I have gotten my own torture.
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 kill 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 torture
from inside the grave.
It terrified him,
and he decided to die
as a martyr for his religion,
to avoid grave torture.
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 torture,
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 shit 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 ass raising us both!
Because someone
blew our parents to pieces, remember?
You're the one who killed 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 kill that woman.
Kill the woman who seduced you.
She's a sinner.
If you kill 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 torture exists.
That means hell exists too.
I don't want to get tortured in my grave.
Who said grave torture exists?!
There.
More and more people
are visiting cemeteries
to record the sounds of grave torture,
since some teenagers shared their
recording of grave torture this morning.
We were curious after watching
that nursing home lady on TV
who tried to record grave torture.
She said the torture is all lies.
But when we recorded it ourselves,
we proved her wrong.
RECORDING OF GRAVE TORTURE
"Who is your God?"
Our bodies get smashed!
Of course I'm scared!
-CITIZENS ARE PANICKING
-Help!
The bomber said
they're afraid of grave torture!
They said they want to go to...
heaven!
We have to be grateful because
everyone believes in grave torture 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 killing.
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 torture turns out to be true.
My love,
it's late.
Come sleep,
we're going on a picnic tomorrow.