Roll sound.
Silence... Rolling...
Roll camera.
Rolling.
Action!
Should I read the book aloud?
Cut!
No.
Just tell us what you are reading.
"The Last Poem" by Rabindranath Tagore.
Huh?
Wait.
First he'll roll the camera.
Then I'll say action.
Then you tell us.
And...
And you can do something along with it.
Should I sing?
Sing?
While reading a book?
I meant...
do something that will tell us about who you are.
Something like that.
Oh!
How about this?
Huh?
-Oh my goodness! -Gosh!
Hey! Look!
Get ready.
She's here.
(indistinct whispering)
H-Hello.
Where have you come from?
We're from the Metaphysical Institute.
Why are you doing this?
Huh?
So that people know more about their past.
About you.
Shall I show you something?
Huh?
Sure...
-Camera is on, right? -Hmm.
Roll camera.
Rolling.
Roll sound.
Silence.
Rolling.
Action!
Madam?
Where did you go?
No point shooting just this staircase.
It won't work without you.
Madam?
Where did you go?
What is it, Devdas?
Did you pick up something?
Careful. Be careful.
(song playing)
For 15 years now, we have been researching ghosts.
ONE WEEK AGO
Today, we know our past better than anyone.
Sound-recording device, Video-recording cameras, lenses...
We have already made them.
With these, we can capture all kinds of paranormal activities.
Now, from just 50 meters away, you can spot ghosts.
A spirit.
Or any other paranormal body.
We have partner organisations worldwide in
Italy, America...
France, China and Japan.
Come, join us.
(song playing)
Nice, right?
This ad was made by...
Anirban Chakrabarti... Bhattacharya... What's his name again?
The guy who made that film "Ballabhpurer Roopkotha".
Anirban Dutta.
Yes! Anirban Dutta.
Anyway.
So, how much will it cost to make this documentary?
What's the approximate budget?
Around 28-30 lakhs.
Oh my goodness!
Fine, money is not a problem.
We must make this documentary.
There have been many films about Bengali ghosts.
But never a documentary.
What ghosts actually do?
That's what we have to capture.
And you're in charge.
It's your responsibility.
Don't be scared, okay?
Anyway.
Now, I'd like you to meet...
the president of Nikhil Bongiyo Odbhoot Samity.
Jalaluddin Shaukat Ali.
He has offered to help us with anything we need.
And this is the director of the documentary
Sanjay Leela Banerjee.
Why Leela?
Huh?
Uh, that's my mother's name.
Lovely.
Thank you, Jalaluddin.
I have spoken with a few other ghost organisations.
Oh.
Many have shown interest.
The All Bengol Ghost Association also said they have no objection.
Then there's no problem at all.
Let me tell you something.
Jalaluddin has been with us since day one.
Day one of Paranormal Research And Engineering Institute of Idea.
In fact, he inaugurated the Metaphysical Department.
-Mr. D'Souza, I'll take your leave. -Sure.
This envelope has the name, address, time, everything.
-It's a letter for Bishnupriya. -Oh.
Please give this to her.
-She's better known as Bhanu. -Oh.
Just take my name and everything will be arranged.
Alright.
Remember one thing.
Sticking to the time of the meeting is very important.
Be sure to meet on the exact date and time mentioned.
Even though they are Bengali, ghosts are very punctual.
Don't provoke them.
Just quietly do your work.
Turn off the camera if they ask you to.
Rules of the ghost world are very different.
There's no resemblance with the human world.
Ghosts steal, kill, possess people, harass them.
They do many things that are immoral in the human world.
Don't bother about all that or you might get into trouble.
And no amount of writing on social media will help.
I won't be able to help either.
I should get going now.
Goodbye.
He's a simple man-- I mean, ghost.
-Mr. D'Souza, I just... -Huh?
Oh no!
What just happened?
What?
F**k!
-Oh no! -He's dead!
Sorry. I didn't mean to scare him.
I forgot to tell him something, so I came back.
What about the money now?
How will I make the documentary?
He was the producer. Died before it even began.
Here I am. Sorry, brother.
-Sorry, sorry. -It's okay.
I'm sorry for suddenly dying.
But as long as I am alive...
Oh, I'm dead now.
But as long as I am around, your work won't be impacted.
-About the money... Speak to Pintu. -Pintu?
He's the cashier of my institute.
He will give you the money.
No.
No, Pintu, no.
No, Mr. D'Souza had told me clearly.
He had locked the budget.
No, you can't just cut the budget down to half!
Huh?
What? Loan?
Loan? Is that even an excuse?
Your institute has a loan to repay but how do I care?
I'm a f**king filmmaker!
A f**king independent filmmaker!
What the f**k?
If you keep pressurising me
My creativity will be shoved up my...
Huh? Hello?
Hello?
Pintu!
-What do you want? -Who is it?
Calm down, calm down.
What do you want?
Are you B-Bishnupriya?
Okay.
You can start from tomorrow.
(title song playing)
GHOSTOLOGY
In the last five years
I have brought eight humans, Razia 11 humans and Sukumari...
zero.
What's the point of bringing so many humans?
I felt we had enough, so I didn't bring any.
Why didn't you do the dishes?
I washed the dishes 16 years ago.
They've been as it is ever since.
You have to do some household chores at least.
Why does a ghost need to wash dishes?
I find it disgusting.
Me too.
Oh!
You're conspiring against me.
What rubbish!
It's true.
You won't lift a finger around the house
and we can't even tell you anything?
But why should I have to wash dishes?
Because they are dirty.
That's not the point.
Why should I, a ghost, wash dishes at all?
So? We are ghosts too.
In fact, we've been here much longer you.
I still did the dishes 16 years ago.
And I washed them in 1952.
Because you are old-fashioned ghosts.
Do you have any idea about modern ghosts?
Their gait, their lingo...
Insolent!
Be quiet, you Mughal ghost.
Do you keep up with the times?
You ignorant woman! I am a Pathan.
Your dress doesn't make you modern.
I am your elder. I have the final say.
You will wash the dishes, that's it.
Hmm.
But Razia is the eldest.
She died in 1759 and you in 1890.
Shut up!
Strumpet!
Who did you call a strumpet?
I'm a strumpet?
You're a strumpet!
Oh gosh!
You're a bigger strumpet!
You... you're an even bigger one!
Oh really?
-You can't talk to me like that! -Don't you dare!
-You're younger! -So what?
(indistinct bickering)
"Strumpet".
An ancient word. Meaning: Secret slut.
Ghosts don't wash dishes.
At least, not authentic ones.
Have you ever seen a ghost washing dishes?
Have you?
Huh?
Animals are born as animals.
But a ghost?
You become a ghost only after death.
Damn it!
Utensils are bound to clash when kept together.
And when three ghosts live together, it's a whole other story.
We have our quarrels and fights.
But we get along very well.
Bhanu is the head of the household.
Razia is regal in everything she does.
Whatever she eats and drinks and--
You'll find out the rest yourselves.
Sukumari is the youngest.
She died in 1974.
She was 25 years old then.
For over 40 years now, we have been together.
Razia came to this house later but she died long before.
She died soon after the Battle of Plassey.
She hailed from the Pathan dynasty of Murshidabad.
Her father was a great warrior.
He was addicted to alcohol.
Razia's grandmother was a courtesan in Lucknow.
Razia was the third child of her father's fourth wife.
Her mother was from Cumilla.
Damn it!
-Do it properly. -Oh, sorry.
And then there's Taposh.
Our trusted aide in all things mortal and immortal.
Sukumari is a very sweet girl.
An educated girl from a simple Bengali family.
A girl with a modern outlook.
POEMS BY TAGORE
Sukumari is like a sister to me.
She's really beautiful.
If she were alive, she could've become a film star.
Bhanu is very patient.
Her real name is Bishnupriya.
She died around 1890.
With a rope and pot tied to her neck, she had drowned herself.
But she never told me why.
She was from Nadia.
Highly educated.
Her family was close to Ishwar Chandra Vidyasagar.
Vidyasagar often visited their house.
She grew up in a family that encouraged education.
I've only grown up around war and conflict.
Debauchery with alcohol and women.
Rich, but no culture.
Haven't I told you not to suddenly appear in front of humans?
I just came to ask
if they would like some juice.
Hey! Why are you speaking in my voice?
Speak in your own voice.
Ahem.
That was your voice?
I didn't realise.
I just came to ask
if they would like some juice.
Ask them when they interview you.
Go.
I told you to leave!
I've grown old.
It takes time.
Uff!
Beware.
Never have anything that Labongo aunty offers.
It's poisoned.
Hey! Come back!
Come back.
-Idiot. -Sorry, sir.
Hey, start rolling. Ready.
Labongo aunty is the oldest.
She must be at least 650 years old.
She lived and died in some obscure village.
She never stepped outside the village.
That's why she had no idea about the outside world.
Now she kills people with her juice.
One minute.
I fell in love with a Hindu boy.
So they killed me.
But now I have a boyfriend.
He loves me very much.
A lot.
What?
His name is Jayanta.
I've told him to give you an interview.
(TV playing)
Drain the rice. Or it'll burn.
Did you bring your wife's medicine?
He can't remember a thing. Idiot!
Don't just stand there like a joker.
Look how much I'm doing at my age.
Go drain the rice!
You can't even remember to get medicines!
Who knows how you still have a job.
-Should I start? -Look at the camera.
Oh, yes, I know.
Hello.
I'm still alive--
I mean, my name is Jayanta Chakraborty.
I am a medical representative. See?
Razia asked me to do this, so I couldn't say no.
We've been together for six years--
-Seven years. -Huh?
Oh.
Right, we've been together for seven years.
I am a human.
I have a wife too. A human wife.
I hadn't met Razia back then, so I had gotten married.
I mean... That's why I'd married a human.
-Should I say anything else? -No, that's fine.
Okay, thank you.
Today is a very happy day for us.
Razia has had a son.
We just found out.
Now we are going to the hospital to see the baby.
What a joyous day it is!
So I've dressed up a little.
Although no one will be able to see us.
Still, for our own satisfaction...
When I was alive...
I didn't get the chance to become a mother.
But today, after 265 years...
I've finally become a mother.
Although I'm already a ghost.
But better late than never.
Jayanta's wife, Susmita, is the mother of the baby too.
We believe she is...
a surrogate mother.
Because when they f-- making love...
Razia had possessed Jayanta's wife.
WARNING: ADULT SCENE ADULT: BAD/ FILTHY
She often enters different people's bodies and...
And get intimate with Jayanta.
Yes, I love doing that.
What other option do I have?
I don't have a body, after all.
My darling, my precious.
My little cutie pie.
My little Habibullah.
Habibullah.
My little Habibullah.
My Habibullah!
Habibullah.
Habibullah!
Yeah, I'll handle it.
Don't bug me now.
I'm on duty. I'll talk later.
What's this?
So many people in here?
And why have you come in with cameras?
Who gave you permission?
Five minutes, ma'am. Just some pictures of my baby.
Hey! Take a baby-- Take photos of the baby.
-Hurry up. -Yeah, yeah.
Can't see the baby. Someone please lift him up.
Lift him.
Ghost...
Hey... Uh oh!
No, my word is final. My son's name will be Habibullah.
He is a king. Nawab of Bengal, Habibullah.
Like Siraj-ud-Daulah.
Right?
-He fought against the British. -Yes.
Oh, please.
You've never even seen the British.
I've seen what a real fight is.
Alright, don't fight now.
Habibullah is quite a good name.
It does not matter.
Accept it, Jayanta dear--
How dare he not accept it?
I gave birth to him, so I will name him.
If you don't accept it, I'll make your entire lineage...
Sukumari.
What's that ceremony called?
-Goddess Shashti Festival. -Right.
I'll do that and destroy your lineage!
Habibullah!
If you don't listen, I'll break your neck!
Razia!
These women are always fighting.
-That Mughal ghost, I tell you. -Listen to me, Razia!
Sir.
Hmm?
You'll have to get that done too.
What?
Don't you know?
The boys get it done.
Taposh...
My grandfather's name was Shibnarayan Chakraborty.
My father's name is Srikumar Chakraborty.
My name is Jayanta Chakraborty.
And my son's name is Habibullah?
Chakraborty.