O Goddess.
I'm performing alone for the first time.
Bless me.
Behari!
Why did you stop the carriage?
(song playing )
Narayan.
Who is it?
Narayan?
Who's out there?
Narayan?
Sister-in-law...
Narayan.
THE NIGHT CALLS
(singing)
I'm just not feeling it. Will you guys stop?
What happened to you?
I'd planned to sing this song with Ruby during the Durga Festival.
Poor boy! But Ruby has dumped you.
If we were in Kolkata, we'd be together.
-As if! -You guys!
I had so many plans.
Now I'm heading to some remote village.
-Damn it! -Hey!
-So annoying! Missed the festival... -(mimicking)
-You guys are such kids. -Let's go.
SONAMUKHI 10 KM
Nishigandha got married in Sonamukhi?
Are you sure about that?
There's nothing about this Nishigandha Bhadhuri online.
I'm telling you, it's all fake.
Fake?
Tagore himself wrote that Nishigandha was his favourite singer.
-Grandpa Tagore was joking. -I'll slap you!
He wrote about going to hear her sing.
Look at this. A letter from 1940.
He passed away the year after.
But before he died...
did he hear Nishigandha sing one last time?
Who told us about the village she got married in?
You want to know?
Our guy right here.
-Arun? -Yes.
Arun arranged everything.
This Durga Festival, we're going to Sonamukhi.
Where Nishigandha got married.
All hail Goddess Durga!
-All hail! -All hail!
All hail Goddess Durga!
-All hail! -All hail!
Hey, how much further?
(indistinct chatter)
Would your mom be happy to see you like this?
Come on.
It all seems fishy.
Did Rabindranath Tagore really write this letter?
And even if he did, what happened to Nishigandha?
Did she just vanish?
-That's what we're here to find out. -Nonsense.
We'll see.
(humming)
Excuse me, is there anything other than tea?
Biscuits, noodles, egg and toast.
Egg and toast for me.
Seven cups of tea and egg and toast.
There's no internet, network, nothing!
Ugh.
How far is Sonamukhi?
Did someone die again?
What rubbish!
The mention of Sonamukhi means someone's died.
What?
That village is cursed.
No one goes there after dark.
No one even steps out once the sun is down.
The villagers don't celebrate any festival.
That village is haunted by a "nishi".
It's that Sonamukhi?
You didn't tell me that's where you're headed.
-No driver will take you there. -Hey, wait.
-But-- -I'm not going there.
-But payment is done. -This is ridiculous!
-Told you not to pay him upfront. -How would I know this would happen?
What do we do now?
Excuse me.
Can you take us to Sonamukhi?
-Wow! -It's so quiet.
Does anyone even live here?
This was Nishigandha's husband's house?
Hey.
Arun?
Who's Arun?
Are you Bhola?
He's the caretaker.
I am Arun. I contacted with you.
I told you to reach early.
You got here almost at sunset.
Did you not receive my postcard?
I hope the residents know we'll put up here.
Who?
No one lives in this Ghoshal Mansion.
It's been abandoned for years.
I've cleaned the house
and left some water for you.
Left some candles too. I can't do anything more.
Keys.
What do you mean no one's here?
-Then who do we interview? -Exactly.
You knew it's abandoned, didn't you?
What the hell?
F**k! Why did we even come?
Wait, guys.
Is there any dinner for us, Bhola?
Dinner?
You can pick up some food from my house.
But it has to be one of you boys.
If a woman comes, I won't open the door.
After sunset, no one responds to a woman's call here.
-What? -Unbelievable.
Let's go inside.
And your instrument... Don't even think of playing it.
Come on.
Well done.
Come on, let's go inside.
Wow.
My goodness!
So big.
Hmm.
-It's huge. -What a place to live in!
It's pitch dark.
No less than a palace.
It does look like a palace.
What an amazing house, right?
Really?
No lights, no internet, no people.
Might be ghosts here.
-You call this amazing? -Hmm.
Will you relax? Just chill.
Let's search the place for something interesting.
We'll take photos and before noon, we'll go back.
Thank God.
My friend?
(indistinct chatter)
Arun?
Arun!
Don't go upstairs in the dark.
Arun!
Arun?
-Arun! -Hey, come here.
Found someone upstairs who can help with our research paper?
I have a relative in this village.
She knows a lot about this Ghoshal family.
She's the one who told me about Nishigandha.
Let's interview her in the morning.
So let me go over now and ask her to come here tomorrow.
-Great! -That's a good idea.
-I'll come with you. -No need.
You guys get the rooms ready.
And if I'm late...
-Hey! -Get some food from Bhola.
-Be safe. -Hmm.
-Come back soon. -I'll try.
Which way are the rooms?
-Hey, there's a staircase. -Where? Oh!
-Must be that way. -Let's see.
Watch your step.
This way.
-Just handed over his bags. -Stop complaining.
Wow!
Thank God. At least the bed is clean.
I've seen this before.
What?
Your own face?
Who is it?
It's me, Mom. Open the door.
You?
You here?
Come in. Hurry up!
I found Nishigandha very interesting.
If this doesn't work out...
we'll have to choose another singer and start the research from scratch.
Hmm.
Otherwise, it won't be "Five Singers of Tagore".
Tagore didn't have five favourite singers.
I told you to do it with three.
But you insisted on five.
Now deal with it.
How was I supposed to know this would happen?
Tagore wrote songs, not listen to others sing.
Why have you come? Why have you come here?
Stop it.
I've come to my village to meet my mother.
Don't get so agitated--
Don't you know you're not supposed to come here?
Don't you know what happens after dark?
-There's something I haven't told you. -Hmm?
After this project, I'm going to Manchester.
Why are you so surprised?
Got the letter from the University of Manchester.
Your boyfriend will now learn and teach music there.
I'm so happy for you.
By the way, both of us are going.
What do you mean?
You'll marry me. Then we'll go to the UK together.
You're so lucky! You've found a gem of a boy.
You just decided that I'm going to marry you?
What do you mean?
Wait.
Won't you marry me?
You dated me for two years.
You promised to marry me.
You used me and now you refuse to marry me?
Until you stop rapping Tagore's songs
I'm not marrying you.
(singing)
Sing... Keep singing.
If you sing, she will come.
Sing.
(rapping)
Shut up or I'll slap you!
(rapping)
No network...
My friend?
Hey, what happened?
Nothing...
Let's go.
-Yes. -Come on.
Your father and grandfather died playing the sitar.
Even today, the villagers shiver...
at the mention of Narayan Bandyopadhyay's death.
That "nishi"...
She strangled your grandfather on the banyan tree.
-I don't buy it. -Hush!
Talk softly.
Someone might hear.
Who? Who else is here?
Dad died before I was born.
You kept me away all my life, Mom.
This village, the curse, the "nishi"...
For once, think of me instead of all that.
Please, Mom!
I kept you away for your own sake.
Otherwise, that "nishi"...
There's no such thing as a "nishi"!
Bhola, I'm Neel. You wanted a guy to come.
Please wait.
(singing)
Who's singing?
That's Titli, my friend.
Don't sing.
Or he won't give us food.
In this village, music brings death.
Here.
Hold it.
I'm going to make dinner, dear.
Don't go anywhere.
Stay right here.
COME TO THE GHOSHAL MANSION TOMORROW I'LL PROVE YOU ALL WRONG
Music is forbidden here.
Apparently, it summons death.
And this is where Tagore's favourite singer lived?
Maybe there was no "nishi" back then.
But what is a "nishi"?
"Nishi" is a type of ghost in Bengali folklore.
It can copy any female voice.
It will call out to you using a familiar voice.
It calls out thrice.
And if you look back...
you die.
Arun.
Why did you come after me, Mom?
M-Mom?
No... No...
Help! Save me!
Huh?