Coming.
Hello, aunty.
How are you?
I'm fine.
Umm...
Actually...
Can we come inside?
Come in, dear.
Come.
Sit.
Buri.
Hmm.
Sit, sit.
Can we sit on the sofa?
Hey, come here.
Aunty.
I'm making a film.
A realistic film. About real people.
About the friendship between two boys and...
You know...
-It's about friendship. -I see.
I am the hero.
Oh.
I wanted Kamalesh to be the hero.
But that ship has sailed.
But you'll be in it.
Everything will be as it is.
You Kamalesh's mother, I am Kartik, Buri is his sister.
So you won't have to do anything extra.
Everything's real.
I've wanted to make a film for a long time.
You know I've always wanted...
-to be a filmmaker. -Hmm.
Anyway.
Here...
An advance of Rs. 40,000. Okay?
They'll be shooting here for a few days.
Okay.
Here you are, Buri.
-This is Buri, Kamalesh's sister. -Got it.
You'll have lines.
Thank you.
Wasn't there a photo of Kamalesh and me?
-Where is it? -It's right there, son.
Ah.
Kamalesh and me.
We were too young then.
I never imagined Kamalesh would be gone so soon.
What are you saying, Kartik?
Brother is not dead.
He's in a coma. In the hospital.
Oh...
He's not d-dead?
No.
-Please hold this. -Huh?
Hold this.
Excuse me, I... I'll be right back.
Can I get black tea without sugar?
Look.
It won't go any further.
Is the right side fine?
Yes. See.
Try the other side again.
I'm quite worried about Sukumari.
The poor girl can't even kill herself.
Shyamoli, Kakoli.
Keep in mind that you are twin ghosts.
So you must do everything together.
Try.
Oh dear!
Won't do if one's is black and the other's, white.
Try again.
No point.
Can you dance?
Why couldn't Kamalesh die properly?
If he was properly dead or if he dies now...
then there'll be no more trouble.
Do you want to say something?
-Nothing! -Oh, okay.
(singing)
Wow!
Practice about 10 performances.
And always step in unison.
And don't always dance to the same kind of songs.
Some should be fast-paced, some medium...
and some very slow.
Understood?
Good.
Uff! I'm so thirsty.
Water.
It's been almost three days since Sukumari locked herself in.
She's not coming out of her room.
But I'm relieved about one thing.
She can't kill herself even if she wants to.
Right.
Just see.
What am I supposed to do?
I'm neither here nor there.
Hmm, I see.
You're able to disappear up to 58 to 60 percent.
Hmm.
Alright.
Give me some time. I'll see what can be done.
There's something that fixes this but I can't seem to remember.
Ma'am, I have a wife and two kids.
No one is scared of me. They all laugh at me.
I understand.
You poisoned yourself along with your family, didn't you?
Hmm.
You did it.
So I did!
No one's ever scared me like this before.
It works every time.
Thank you, ma'am.
All hail the great Bhanu.
(title song playing)
GHOSTOLOGY
Do I have to die to prove that I am dead?
-Yes. -Huh?
Nothing. Carry on.
The ICU bills are so high.
I don't know how my mother is affording it.
I don't want to return to this sad world.
Fair enough.
I'm in the hospital now?
Yes.
-Ward number? -Ward 16.
We have secretly fitted some cameras there.
Come.
Here.
They let you enter with cameras?
The administration didn't allow at first.
Then, we got permission from
the Paranormal Research and Engineering Institute of IDEA.
We had to request your family too.
After a lot of hassle, we could fit a few cameras.
But not for long.
Kamalesh! You have to run away!
What are you looking at?
The Ghost Bengal All Association...
All Bengol Ghost Association.
Yes, they sent Dhritarashtra, a blind ghost.
He's looking for you.
If he finds out you're here, it's game over for you.
And we'll be in trouble too.
Where is Bhanu?
She has gone to tell them that you don't live here.
Razia has kept the blind ghost busy with a dance.
-She's dancing for him? -For a blind ghost?
Yes.
So, Kamalesh isn't here?
What are so many humans doing here?
A film! A documentary.
Wow. So, who's there?
No one's here.
I meant who's in the documentary?
All of us.
Me, Bhanu, Sukumari, Labongo aunty, Taposh...
Hey, interview Dhritarashtra too.
Is that okay, sir?
-What about Kamalesh? -No, I'm not in.
Huh?
Run!
No point growling now.
What's done is done.
What the f**k?
Hmm?
I want to tell you something.
So...
If I make a mistake...
will you forgive me?
What kind of mistake?
Um, look.
Sometimes...
a man has a... you know...
I mean...
Sometimes, he... towards another woman...
I mean, towards other beings...
You get what I'm saying, right?
-No! Is there some other woman-- -No, no, no!
No, not a woman. She... is actually a ghost.
A female ghost.
Yes, a female ghost.
I mean, a spirit.
You might not believe me.
But I'm physically involved with a spirit...
Not physical. She doesn't have a body...
But we get physical... I mean... It's complicated.
No, no, no! Oh my God! I'm ruined!
I can't stay with you another moment.
What a horrid man you are.
I'll take my son and leave right now.
Let's go, Kamal... Komol.
Your dad deserves to be alone.
This is what she'll say.
It's exactly what she'll say.
And it'll all be over for me.
I can't do it.
I can't tell her.
Why will you tell her?
Everything is fine.
I don't know.
Goes against my murals I guess.
"Morals".
Right.
We grew up on Tagore, Nazrul, Amartya Sen...
I feel kind of...
He farted.
F**k!
"Respected Bishnupriya, AKA Bhanu.
We had requested you
to stop Kamalesh's training and to expel him."
In your own voice.
"Our sources have informed us...
that Kamalesh is still with you.
And he has become quite proficient in our ways.
Hence, our organisation has once again faced criticism."
Hey, she told you to read it out in your own voice, didn't she?
"Next Wednesday, the All Bengol Ghost Association...
has requested your presence at a meeting.
Please be there on the specified date
at two a.m. at Bilas' farmhouse.
Please let us know your thoughts on the matter.
Regards, Jalaluddin Shaukat Ali.
President, Nikhil Bongiyo Odbhoot Samity."
Um... can I say something?
I'm listening.
If I... were with someone else...
What have you been on about for the last two days?
Who's the other woman?
It's not a woman.
You mean a guy?
Oh God, no. Not a guy.
Neither woman, nor man. Then it must be a ghost.
Yes.
A female ghost, a spirit.
Really?
Yes.
Wow...
My husband... is having an affair with a ghost!
Oh my God!
How fascinating! An affair with a ghost!
I can't believe it.
-How did you woo her? -Huh?
I didn't woo her. She wooed me.
-She called out to me at night-- -Whatever.
Listen to me.
Tell her you want a pot full of gold.
Are you feeling alright... What are you saying?
What? Haven't you heard ghost stories?
Huh?
She should have given you the gold by now.
Anyway, you're brainless. So, do as I say.
The next time you meet her
ask for a pot full of gold.
And then... I can't believe it! We'll be so rich!
-I'm so happy! -Listen...
-Jayanta! We'll be rich! -Don't do this! Listen, Susmita.
-It's not like that! -What's not?
-I mean... -You mean what?
You can have an affair with a ghost but can't ask for a pot of gold?
-No-- -If you can't do it, I will.
Please don't do that.
Rich, rich! We'll be rich!
-Komol! Komol! -Susmita! Susmita!
Listen, listen. Listen, we are going to be rich.
No, no, no. We are going to be very...
No, we are going to be super-duper rich.
Soon! Very soon.
We will have a lot of money.
FORTUNE IS FICKLE
RESTRICTED AREA HUMANS NOT ALLOWED
HAND BIRYANI
FRIED FINGERS
NOSE TENDERS
Please welcome on stage...
The president of All Bengol Ghost Association
Shanti Dey.
I am J Marey.
She is Shanti Dey.
Oh...
Please welcome on stage...
The president of All Bengol Ghost Association
J Marey.
And from the Indian Ghost Academy, Shanti Dey.
Everyone is aware of the Kamalesh incident.
We had requested his training be stopped.
If you have any thoughts on the matter
Please share the with us.
Please go on.
This is highly shameful.
Why don't you get that son of a b***h here?
I'd wring his neck and make him a ghost for real this time!
Stop it!
I will not tolerate any torture on minorities in this country.
Your Honour, this isn't the British era anymore.
You don't have that power.
Everyone here is dead.
From the judge to the peon, everyone is equal.
We must delve into the matter.
Can we put an end to misery of our working-class ghosts?
Yes, we can, comrade. Through an evaluation of history...
Oh stop!
Just stop!
History? Evaluation?
Let's hear it from the ghosts who took Kamalesh in.
Go on.
Hmm.
So...
(singing)
Hey! What the hell!
Why are you biting me?
-Oh gosh! -What's happening?
-Save me! -I will eat you!
Subhash is my cinematographer!
You can't eat the cinematographer!
(indistinct shouting)
-Calm down! Calm down! -Subhash!
Let me go!
If I eat one human it won't matter.
Let me go!
I haven't had fresh human blood in so long!
Let me have my fill!
Please! Wait, wait, wait!
We can't oppress the weak.
This isn't right.
What's not right? A ghost can't eat a human?
But they've got a permission letter.
They'll just shoot a video. It's called a documentary.
What permission letter? Let me see it!
Give me the permission letter.
Show him the permission letter.
-Where's the letter? -Here it is.
-Signed by Jalaluddin.
Read it.
I don't care about any letter!
He ate it!
(indistinct screaming)
Please, don't kill me!
Please! Please don't eat me!
Please! I'm a director.
Don't act smart!
Please! I'm a director! I'm a f**king director, man!
Director!
I'm going to eat you, you bastard!
The director will be first!
What?
-What kind of cannibalism is this? -Don't hold me back!
Please, someone control him!
-I will eat you! -Please stop him!
What the f**k!