(thunder strikes)
(suspenseful music)
-Happy Father's Day, Nana! -(music turns melancholic)
Thank you! Thank you!
What is this?
"Dear Nana, I love you a lot.
"You are the best daddy in the... universe."
Hmm!
"You live for us. You earn for us.
"You are my world, Nana. I love you more than anything.
"My father. My hero."
I'm your hero?
Yes, Nana.
My father is my hero.
(bittersweet music)
I promise.
The moment you feel any pain,
I will be there beside you, no matter how far away you are.
(music fades out)
(thunder rumbles)
(ominous music)
(thunder strikes)
(thunderclap)
(bird shrieks)
(grunts)
Huh?
(worker) Sir.
(suspenseful beats)
What is this, Das?
Despite all our arduous efforts, all we found was a little box.
(Kalidas) This doesn't look like an ordinary box.
This definitely has something to do with what we are looking for.
-Is it? -(blows)
(thunder strikes)
(thunder rumbles)
(metal parts click)
(ominous music)
(thunderclap)
(suspenseful music)
(thunder strikes)
(thunderclaps)
(machine beeping)
(door creaks)
(beeping continues)
(high-pitched beeping)
(haunting music)
(thunderclap)
(cawing)
Thanks, anna.
(ominous music)
(in Sanskrit) "He who sacrifices virtue is destroyed.
"He who protects it is safeguarded."
Be careful with each step you take.
Watch out for thorns
or tigers awaiting your arrival.
This path may take you up there
or send you up to heaven altogether.
Be cautious! (laughs menacingly)
(urges Amrutha on)
(intimidating music)
(laughs persistently)
(creaks loudly)
(silence descends)
(footsteps approach)
(menacing music)
(grunting)
(thunderclaps)
(ghungroo jingles)
(jingles get louder)
(gasps)
(thunder rumbling)
-(music turns foreboding) -(thunderclap)
(menacing music)
(clinking)
Don't you think it's wrong to kill an animal just to satisfy your hunger?
(chuckles)
In this world, if one animal starves, it means
the end of another animal's life.
Hunger turns a man into a toy dancing to its tune, Miss Journalist.
As I mentioned earlier,
you'll see the world around you from a different angle.
Whose story?
Lilly's story.
307.
(suspenseful music)
(choir singing operatic song)
(song intensifies)
(eerie singing)
(violin plays)
(suspenseful music)
(hisses)
(morbid music)
(ominous singing)
(freezer hisses)
(music turns sinister)
(eerie music)
(flesh and bone crunch)
(swishes)
(clashes)
(flesh squelching)
(squelching continues)
(grunting)
(breathes in excitedly)
(grunting)
(sinister singing)
(ominous operatic singing)
(machine beeps)
(doorbell rings)
(water sloshes)
(tapping)
(music turns eerie)
(macabre music)
(engine roars)
(whistling)
(bangles jingle)
(whistles flirtatiously)
(seductive music)
(woman gasps excitedly)
Wow!
Your flat looks awesome!
(eerie music)
Huh?
(in Hindi) Come on.
(whistles)
Wow!
Mashallah!
How amazing are these masks!
Imported?
They are not collections.
They are my creations.
Oh!
But I remember seeing this face somewhere.
No, no, no.
It looks like a real person.
The role of an artist
is to create illusions of objects that aren't really there
and make them look like they're moving.
So, what I'm seeing now isn't real?
No.
Jessy. Just an art piece.
It would have been nice if she were really a person.
As the beautiful lips smile and the eyes move,
-as the face lightens up with life-- -I'm just an artist.
I'm not God.
My task is to make masks.
Not humans.
-(music reaches crescendo) -(Lilly) Shh!
Don't touch.
Fine. (in Hindi) I'm really hungry, man!
Shall we eat something?
Come on.
Will you make a mask for me that looks like Jessy?
I'll make something more beautiful than that.
You wouldn't have come across such a taste before.
(haunting music)
Have it.
Mashallah! It tastes amazing! (in Hindi) Is this chicken?
Guess.
Mmm.
Mutton, mutton.
Name?
Sultana.
Sultana Begum.
(clicks tongue)
Your family members?
Just my sister and I.
I have no one but my sister. It's just the two of us.
From today, I'll be keeping you company.
Where can I buy this food?
(in Hindi) This is excellent!
(Lilly) You can find it nowhere.
It's my invention.
-Hmm? -Hmm.
-At least, tell me the recipe. -(chuckles)
It's a professional secret, Sultana.
Can I be honest? I've never had such tasty food in my life.
I could see myself coming here every day just for this food.
You're most welcome.
I'm not used to it.
It's okay. Have it.
(Sultana shouts)
(Sultana) Shit!
Move aside. Where is the washroom?
(ominous music)
(water running)
(seductive song playing)
(moving to song)
(song fades out)
-(thunder strikes) -(woman screaming)
(gasps)
What is it?
There's someone here.
There is no one here, except you and I.
(sensual music)
(Lilly whispers) Sultana.
Open your eyes.
-(thunder strikes) -(screeches)
(thunderclap)
(foreboding music)
What happened?
Jessy.
-Jessy. -Jessy?
Jessy's mask that was hanging outside is moving around like a human.
What?
I saw it.
-Jessy. -Wait here.
-(Sultana whimpers) -(eerie music)
Where is Jessy?
(screams in fear)
Sultana.
I'm afraid.
-I'll leave now. Please. -Don't worry.
Nothing will happen to you. Stay here. Okay?
-(buzzing) -(thunder rumbling)
(thunder strikes)
(blows out air)
(thunderclap)
(loud whispers)
(ominous music)
Huh?
(creaks)
(thunder crackles)
(creaks loudly)
(thunderclap)
(owl's hoot echoes)
(thunder strikes)
(wood creaks loudly)
(music turns tense)
-(thunder strikes) -(woman screams loudly)
(thunderclap)
-(ghostly scream) -(screams in terror)
(screaming continues)
(ghost grunting)
(Lilly screaming)
(ghost grunts, screams)
(shouts in pain)
(ghostly screams)
Nobody knows what happened that night.
His death remains a mystery to the police to this day.
The girl who witnessed all this turned insane
and ended up hospitalised.
This mansion and I aren't the only witnesses to what happened then.
The entire world knows about this incident by now.
(haunting music)
A person who does not accept reality is silent at first.
Your silence makes it obvious that you have no answers.
It's possible that we won't meet again.
Silence may not provide answers.
But it gives us time to think.
I'll come back with an answer.
(footsteps fading away)