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- Where'd you get that blood on your hand? - Fuck. Did you do this?

I swear it wasn't me!

I feel sick seeing my own face, let alone blood!

- Where've you been? What did you touch? - Be honest, you fuck.

The villa keeper's door handle.

Okay, let's say I trust you now, Mir,

- so, what are we gonna do? - We go inside and be extra cautious.

Okay, from now on, wherever we go, we stick together.

I agree.

We stuck together before, and someone still died.

Amir!

PROUDLY PRESENTS

You open up my eyes

The way I look at you

So heart pleasing

And such a beautiful face

It's been so long for me

I've waited to meet you

You are the story that

Fills up my days

Finally, we have a vacation.

It's been so long since we had a chance to get away together like this.

Thanks for borrowing the villa. It must be nice.

It's scary, Wat.

- I swear the road is terrible here. - Just shut up! You're disturbing me.

You're right. If I remember correctly, the road wasn't like this before.

Don't worry, honey. Trust me, okay?

Look at that!

Close the window, please. If not, you'll catch a cold.

Damn you.

Leave it out. He's doing his best, right, Wan?

Only Ani truly understands me. Thanks, An.

- What the hell, Bud? - Damn it! My camera fell! Dumbass.

What was that?

- Is your camera okay? - It’s malfunctioning, as we’ve seen here.

Suddenly, I have a bad feeling about this.

BUDI, 24 NUCLEAR ENGINEERING

Don't tell me... places like this always have something haunting about them.

WATI, 23, INDUSTRIAL ENGINEERING IWAN, 23, BIOLOGY

- You mean Satan? - Satan himself would be afraid of you.

You guys shouldn't be talking about that in a place like this.

ANI, 22 NURSING

He can hear us.

Ni, your boyfriend is so annoying.

- Ni! Ni! - I swear you're really not funny.

- Now it works fine. - Yes, it's fine now.

By the way, Ani is right, we shouldn't be talking about Satan.

- Okay. - Or Kuntilanaks?

Ni? Whose villa is this?

An!

- Who owns the villa? - Oh, it's my parents'.

Don't worry, Wat.

The villa is rarely used, so ghosts are guaranteed.

He's crazy, yeah?

7 OCTOBER 1956 DJEMBRANASARI

- Yeah, we're going to stay in this villa. - You get out of the car first.

- What the...? - Damn. What the hell, Amir?

We just arrived, and you're already looking for trouble.

You had to make us angry. Or maybe you have anger issues?

- It's so heavy. - Wait a minute.

It sucks. It's so scary.

Look, he's shooting instead of helping. Can you bring this one?

Hurry up! No need to be tacky about it.

Take the light one. Leave the heavy ones for Wati.

- Me? - Sorry, Wati.

Amir, Iwan, come help us!

What the hell? No surprise you guys are useless.

There's no phone signal here.

It's been there for a long time.

I'm so tired.

- What do you think, Mir? - The villa's great.

I like it. It has a mysterious aura.

- Are you sure about this? - Yeah.

Why?

- Are you scared, Wan? - Yeah, he's probably scared.

- Ghosts really love this kind of place. - Yep, kuntilanaks.

Whatever it is, there are lots of them.

Tuyuls, kuntilanaks, genies, there's at least five of them.

God! You guys talk too much.

- You've kept silent from the start. - 'Cause she's scared.

The stuff here, man, straight from a horror film!

- Old radios... - Guys, your brains need to be exorcised!

- Is there no connection here? - No, there's nothing at all.

- Whose painting is this? - Astaghfirulloh!

Al azim… Why did you do it?

- I know, right? - An, you can see him too, right?

Yeah, of course.

You can also see him...

right, honey?

- An... - You guys are overreacting.

This is my uncle, the villa keeper.

- Uncle? - So scary.

I'm sorry, I got startled earlier.

Welcome to the villa, ladies, gentlemen. Sorry, the generator has just died.

- Oh, no. - So, there's no power?

No, sorry, there's none at all.

What a coincidence, just like in a horror film.

There is no power, only old dim lamps.

But worry not, your servant has prepared some oil lamps and petromaxes.

- Thank you, Uncle. - Thank you, Uncle.

Please, come on in. I'll take you to your rooms.

- Upstairs? - Yes.

Let's go.

Let's just go upstairs.

Go ahead.

- Tour first, bags later. - Scared?

- Just chuck it on the floor. - Just go home!

Oh, no, Wati!

- Where is it? - Upstairs?

- Go! - You go first.

Don't give me that "ladies first" bullshit. Go!

Okay, fine.

Uncle, when was the villa built?

Back when your servant was a small child.

But it was empty for a long time,

- and then Ani's parents bought it... - He is so slow.

Shut the fuck up.

...so, there were people living here again.

But then my parents got divorced. So, now, it's empty?

Yes, which is why your servant lives here alone.

Are you not scared?

If what you mean is kuntilanaks, well, there aren't any.

- What about other species of demon? - Why can't you shut your mouth for once?

If it's only once, then sure, right, Mir?

Yeah, bro.

Whose picture was that in the living room, Uncle?

That picture has been around since before your servant was here.

- Wow, it must be really old. - Yes.

But your servant is too afraid to move it, someone might get mad.

- Who's gonna get mad? - The female ghost who guards the place.

Uncle Dadang's sense of humor is on the same level as ours, right?

How do you know his name is Uncle Dadang?

Well, I guess it must be my razor-sharp intuition?

There are four rooms here. This is room number one.

And that's room number two.

Come.

That's room number three.

If you guys want to go to the balcony, you can go this way.

Is that room still forbidden?

Yes, it still hasn't been cleaned up. The key is missing.

Your servant still hasn't called the locksmith yet.

What are those white things in the distance?

That's a Dutch cemetery. If you want, you can go there on foot.

- There's a small, windy dirt path. - It's pretty close then?

- Only three hundred meters away. - We can have a picnic there then?

Ah, that is nothing, you can see for yourself.

There's something more sinister than that Dutch cemetery.

See that, the empty land beside it,

I used to run around the cemetery with my little sister.

Weren't you an only child?

Sorry, the kitchen door is hard to lock. My apologies.

Hurry! Come!

This is the kitchen. It's a bit dirty, but still usable.

Toilet, if you want to take a shit.

This is where we'll eat.

Your parents have such a unique taste, An.

Yeah.

They're fond of old paintings?

She...

Wat, let's go back upstairs. I'm exhausted.

Okay.

I thought you guys were already hibernating.

You want me to stay in a room with no lights,

so you guys can stay down here, and make out?

You're here too.

Hey, honey, tell us about the old cemetery you mentioned before.

Oh, yeah.

Wat, where did you get that bread? I thought we didn't bring any.

Usually, the demons in horror films will come out

because of situations like this,

a group of youths, all arrogant and stupid like us,

having a picnic at an old villa, and then...

all the demons come out.

Exactly, so, don't start telling stories about a haunted goddamn cemetery.

Why not talk about Pikachu, Goku, or something sweet like that? Yes?

You look tough, but you're scared of garbage like this?

- Hey, don't be such a bully. - I'm not a bully.

Instead of looking for trouble, maybe get me something to drink?

- Oh, I feel so lazy, Wat. - I'm really thirsty, Wan.

It's not my fault you didn't bring any water down.

If you two don't stop fighting, you'll fall in love.

It makes me so tired.

I'm scared.

Okay, fine, I'll stop talking about the cemetery.

But didn't someone ask me about my little sister?

I don't know if this is the right time for me to tell you guys.

- Oh, come on. - God.

Is this the exact same thing, Ani?

It's okay if you don't want to discuss it, honey.

I've already told you, right, Wan?

- Stop! - Enough, Ani.

Please, I don't want to go on about it anymore.

This villa is scary enough,

I don't want to talk about more scary stuff.

Enough!

Why did you tell Iwan first?

Well, before I dated you, I had a lot of male friends.

Well, basically, that's that, Bud.

A while ago, before Ani met you, she had a lot of friends,

and she always tells everyone about everything, including me.

- Is that the tune from "Tutur Tunulur"? - "Tutur Tinular," you tit.

- "Saur Sepuh." - You can't even talk straight.

Okay, I will tell you guys.

Take a look.

Is this you when you were younger?

- Pretty similar, huh? - It's your picture, right?

This is my little sister...

who died a long time ago.

Oh, my God, Ani.

Why did you separate the sentence like that?

I wanted to tell you about it...

but I was waiting for the right time.

And the right time was in a horror villa?

That's when you tell us about your dead sister?

Just perfect. It becomes even scarier.

Oh, my God!

Uncle Dadang, what the hell?

I'm sorry, sir.

Your servant was going to offer you some tea.

- Just put it on the table, Uncle. - Okay.

Thank you, Uncle.

Thank you, Uncle.

Now that that's done,

your servant would like permission to leave and rest.

Go ahead, Uncle.

Where do you sleep anyway, Uncle?

In the back, near the well.

Your servant means...

the abandoned well.

Please be careful, the well is very deep.

My cat fell into it.

- And then? - It died.

Your servant couldn't help it at the time.

Well, then excuse your servant. I will take my leave.

Please.

Okay, "cat skeleton, old well."

It's already midnight. I'd better go to sleep, bye.

This is getting scarier and scarier.

Don't you guys feel like there's something weird about this place?

Enough, let's go to bed!

What's going on?

An?

- Bud? - Are you okay?

- What's wrong? - Bud?

- Bud, what happened to Ani? - Bud?

- Eh, fuck. - Who has the key?

- An? Ani! - I'll call the villa keeper.

Break the door open.

Damn it, something's not right.

Uncle?

- Uncle Dadang? - An?

- Uncle? - Kick it in! Hurry up!

An, get away from the door! We're breaking in, okay?

Damn! What happened?

Don't touch it. Don't touch anything!

- Why did you break the door? - Where's Uncle Dadang?

I don't know. He didn't open the door.

- You didn't break in? - No, no way.

An, did you open the window?

- Why is Budi dead? Who killed him? - An, answer us!

Is no one gonna answer me?

- Hey, don't touch that, dumbass! - Ani! Ani, please answer us.

This is clearly a murder.

Before the police come, I need to create a recording...

What police? There's no phone service here!

- ...of everything in this room... - There's no way the police will come!

...and elsewhere.

- Ani, please answer us! - The window wasn't open last night.

Okay, let's get out of the room now, and lock it.

Downstairs! Come on! Now!

- Don't worry, we'll go home soon, okay? - Now what?

Wan, I need to talk to you.

- If Iwan knows, then I should too! - What?

- Where'd you get that blood on your hand? - Fuck! Did you do this?

- What's wrong with you guys? - Don't play dumb.

Are you accusing me?

I swear it wasn't me.

I feel disgusted when I see my own face, let alone blood!

Where've you been? What did you touch?

Be honest, damn it!

It was from Uncle Dadang's door!

- So, you think he did it? - I haven't concluded anything yet.

- It can't be him, right? - Quit stalling!

- Uncle, come out! - Uncle!

We know what you did!

Setan Alas!

- What's wrong? - Help me!

Shit!

Come here!

Help me find something! Wan, cut the rope!

Hold him! Be careful.

Oh, no, this is not good, it's not good.

- There's a killer here. - So, what do we do?

We need to get as far away as possible from here! Now!

Just take what we need. Remember, don't get separated.

Holy shit, you guys are so slow.

- Okay, wait. - Be patient, you ape!

You're so slow! Someone just died, and you're still taking your time.

- Hurry! Let's go! - Okay, okay, okay.

An, let's go! Damn these two! Run!

Shit!

Fuck!

- All the tires are flat. - Shit!

Damn!

- Is there any gasoline left? - Yeah, it's enough to go back and forth.

- Back and forth, how? The tires are flat! - Hurry up!

Wan, you drive!

Are you crazy? You'll break my car.

- It's not a new car anyway, right? - Yeah, you're right.

How long have you had this car?

How many months, more specifically? Which dealer did you use?

What the fuck?

- There shouldn't be a cliff here, Mir. - No, no.

This is new.

- Did Iwan take the wrong road? - No, no, Iwan didn't take the wrong road.

- There is only one single road. - What the hell is this?

Guys?

Shit. We've been driving for an hour.

What do we do now?

I have a suspicion, but I need to make sure of a few things.

- Back to the villa. - No way! Are you crazy?

- Got a better idea? - Just do what he says.

- Why the hell are we going back? - Okay, where can we go instead?

Fuck!

Wan, you come with me.

- To where? - I'll explain later.

- Now! Tell me now! - What about us?

- You said we shouldn't split up. - I need to go up there for a moment.

So, you're going to leave us here?

Okay, fine, you guys go. I'll stay here with Ani.

Okay, but stay in the car. Stay inside, An!

- Keep Ani safe! - Come on!

What is he thinking?

- Be careful! - Okay!

- Mir, where are we going? - I have a hunch, but I'm not sure yet.

- About Budi or the cliff? - Both.

And so many other things.

- Are you okay? - What do you think?

I mean...

What happened with Budi?

Well, obviously, I'm sad.

And?

Here, Wan...

I feel sad...

but not as sad as I should be. Do you know what I mean?

Is there something wrong with me?

No, you're not wrong.

All of this must affect you somehow.

- Budi? - There's no way. Are you crazy?

- Yeah, I'm sure that was his voice. - No way.

- I'm certain that was his voice! - It's impossible, Ani!

Budi... Budi is dead, Ani!

I remember his voice so clearly.

Damn it! I'm tired of this.

- It's already getting dark. - What are we doing up here?

Fuck!

What?

I remember his voice.

Okay. Okay, just hang on for a second.

Okay? We wait for the others.

You didn't bring me all the way up here to get footage of the scenery, right?

Wat, when did we first meet?

Do you remember what happened during our orientation in university?

What are you talking about?

Do you remember when Iwan fought the senior?

Hey, asshole, I'll fight you!

How long did it take us to get here from the university?

Two to three hours.

There are a lot of mosques here, right?

Yesterday, you heard the call to prayer yourself, right?

Did we pass through any villages along the way?

I'll punch you in the face right now!

Look around you.

They should've finished by now.

Fuck!

Shit!

- I don't get it, Mir. - Okay, so--

Mir!

Damn it! I'll explain it later.

Iwan!

Can someone explain what the fuck is happening right now?

- Mir! Wan! - Okay. We are in a horror film.

- What? - Fuck!

An Alpha male...

feminine girl, tomboy girl, dumb outdoorsy character,

- and lastly, a nerd boy. - That's why you took me up that hill?

A haunted Dutch villa, an abandoned well, a Dutch cemetery,

vinyl and old radios, a forbidden room,

the photo of a little sister that died a long time ago,

a dumb character that can't keep his mouth shut...

- Fuck you. - ...cheap jumpscares,

and a murdered villa keeper.

- What do you mean? - Vinyl and old radios?

Yeah? It's hard, right, to find an Indonesian horror film

- that doesn't have those elements? - Okay, okay.

If the setting were in Jogja, Dadang's name would've been Paijo,

wearing a lurik and blangkon.

And the ghost will always have music from, like...

- Yeah. - ...the '70s?

Or misused traditional music.

Even if it's set in the '80s or '90s, the music will be from the '70s.

You're not making any sense!

You've watched too many horror films, failed director!

- So, we're in a horror film? - That's what I thought.

- But then...? - We're in the script of a horror film.

Budi's already dead,

and you're still thinking about weird things.

- How long have you known Budi? - A long time!

What about me? What about all of us? What are your parents' names?

What do they do for a living? Who's your grandma?

- Shut up, damn it! - Hey, hey, hey!

Why are you fighting?

Burhan. My father's name is Burhan.

My mother is Annisa, okay? Annisa.

You needed time to recall the name of your own parents?

Try taking out your phone and your wallet.

How many contacts do you have? What have you got in your wallet?

Shit, where the hell is my wallet?

There's a reason why I asked you, when you got this car,

what the month was, and which dealer you got it from.

How did Ani even have her sister's photo?

Well, maybe it has some connection to the story that's being written.

Maybe in our case...

the writer is too lazy to create a background story

- for the characters he's writing. - "He's writing"?

Yes. I already felt that something was strange.

Everything is strange, Mir!

- What's strange? - Monkey!

- Monkey! - Shut up!

Sorry, monkey.

There is nothing normal about what has happened to us so far.

As for me, as a character, having awareness is no less absurd.

And you...

you also have awareness.

So, you can say what you want without thinking,

play your role as the dumb, outdoorsy, athletic boy

that will die 30 minutes into the film,

or... you can think and digest the situation first before commenting.

Okay, so, everything is connected?

- The flat tires, the cliff... - Yes.

...Budi's death changing, it's all connected?

And look...

- do you see anything? - No, what is it?

Right? There is nothing there.

Maybe we were given a description like,

"Five youngsters from Jakarta having a vacation in Puncak,

took about one to two hours to get here."

- Shit! - We should've passed villages...

Did you see any base power stations? Or power poles?

- There aren't even any villages here. - What does that mean?

It means the damn writer is just lazy,

blocking our path in the most lazy way possible.

He only needs to write one sentence,

"The five of them were in the middle of a forest,

far from anywhere."

So, no matter what we do, we can't get out of here?

Yeah, we can.

I want to get out of here! I want to have a normal life again, Mir!

Idiot! You've always been dumb, right?

This is our existence now. It's over. We die here.

- You can go die! I don't want to! - What an asshole.

I'm not surprised anyway.

For example, our forms could be based on celebrities and artists

who are famous and are popular among young people.

- Celebrity artists? - Yes.

When a writer usually writes scripts, they already have a vision for it.

It just depends on the author's imagination,

and on the budget of the script, which artists they want to recruit,

like celebrities who are trending, and are more popular among teenagers.

Maybe Ani. Ani... Ani is like...

the most trending soap opera player 'cause of her sad and hurt-looking face,

- the best one at crying. - What about Budi?

Oh, Budi is trusted by the producer.

Because the producer knows what kind of face kids like nowadays...

mixed-race.

- What about me then? - You're the dumbass.

Fuck you!

I think that you represent a small part of our audience that has a taste...

for guys like you.

So, we wait here until it's finished?

My guess is, whatever we talked about earlier, here,

has already been written, even though it's still an early draft.

"Draft"? What's a draft?

Well, our existence is nothing more than sheets of paper,

that will be scribbled on, revised,

and if they're bad, torn, thrown away, burned.

Or even worse, never even written.

- So, we can't do anything? - We can try.

If the writer has all the power, then what can we do?

Do you remember the cliff incident earlier?

We can influence the storyline in this film.

At least we can make sure none of us dies ridiculously again.

- Like Budi? - Just like Budi.

Shit! I don't believe you!

Mir, I don't believe you! I want to get out of here!

I can't believe this is happening in my life...

Look, here comes the author again...

It's just the director's stupid imagination.

...writing dumb lines again.

- I don't believe it at all. - So dramatic. You will be dead soon!

- Bastard! - Dumbass!

Overacting!

- How do you know all of this? - Because of you.

- Are you sure this is it? - Yeah.

The demons in horror films will come out because of situations like this...

The things here, man, straight out of a horror film!

Can't even talk straight.

...a group of youths, all arrogant and stupid like us,

having a picnic at an old villa...

Bastard!

...and then...

My guess is, maybe the author gave me the character description of,

"A talented young director who is going global."

Wan, Wan, it's already this bad, and you're still doing this?

A world-talented director? I understand.

Don't tell me this is all your doing!

- And Budi, I'm sure you killed him. - What the hell?

Let him be, he's still doing his role.

Ti, he is always like, "I have a theory."

- I also have a theory! - Okay?

It was 12 o'clock at midnight, I was sleeping next to this asshole,

then suddenly, the door of the room opened.

After that, Budi died, who else could've done it?

- I was the one who locked it, Wan! - See? You're stupid.

- Ti, it's called continuity errors. - Go on, keep going.

I just remembered, you told me that you liked Ani, right?

You're stupid.

You like Ani so you killed Budi!

Okay, okay, okay, okay!

So, your theory is that I came here to study,

all the away from Sidoarjo, to kill the keeper of a haunted villa,

- and my own best friend? - Yes, that's right, that's right.

- That's your theory? - Look, he admitted it.

- Jancuk! - Can you two shut up?

Shut up! I don't believe you. You killed Budi and Uncle Dadang!

Fuck.

Why are you still here? Guys? Why are you staring at me?

- Dude's still alive? - Please, come on in.

Shit, fuck, he was dead, right?

Okay, okay, are we going to stay here all day?

- I don't know what we should do either. - Okay, let's say I trust you now, Mir,

so, what are we going to do now?

Let's go inside. But we have to be careful.

Okay, from now on, wherever we go, we stick together.

I agree.

We stuck together before, and someone still died.

Fuck.

What's wrong with the sky, Mir?

- Fuck. - "Exterior."

- Come on. - "Night."

Budi is already waiting.

Sir. Okay.

- Oh, thanks, Uncle. - Yes.

- Hi! - Hey, hey, hey, An.

- What's wrong? - Where were you?

Come on in, sit down. Wat! Mir, Wati! Come in, come in, come in.

An, An! Sit down, An. It's embarrassing.

Look! The villa, it's clean now.

Now it's relax time. Plumeria tea.

Try it...

while it's still hot.

Ani, come on.

Thank you.

What's up with you guys? You look like you've seen a ghost.

Wan? Mir?

Why are they so quiet? Honey?

Let them be.

What is it? What did you see?

Tailless lizard, brontosaurus, dinosaur son of a bitch!

Please drink it.

Where did you go?

Wat?

Hei, Wan. Listen.

Babe, I made some fried bananas. I'll be right back.

Revision. He revised the script again.

- But why Budi? - I don't know.

I don't know why we're the only ones who are aware.

I don't know why.

Listen, okay, Nung...

you choose.

Use my actor, and you can build the sets, and use a house that you like...

or use the actor of your choice...

- but the setting is the existing house. - Okay, fine.

You slam your phone down once again, and I'll replace you with Joko Anwar.

Okay, okay, okay, sorry, sir.

Shit!

…AT THE CORNER OF THE VILLA

Then what should I do now?

Budi, honey!

Budi, honey!

Where is Uncle Dadang?

Bro! The car, bro!

What car?

We came here on public transport.

Public transport? Public transport, my ass!

I swear we came here on public transportation.

Uncle! Uncle Dadang!

- Is anyone there? - No, no.

- Uncle! - Uncle?

Uncle Dadang?

In the well! The well, Mir!

Wan, Wan, Wan, get me my Handycam, Wan!

Don't leave Ani and Wati! You also left me, you shit!

Follow me!

Come on!

Just do what he says.

- Wan, camera, Wan! - Be patient, bitch!

Wan, my Handycam, hurry!

Whats wrong now?

There's nothing there.

Uncle!

- Hurry up! - Uncle! Take my hand, Uncle!

- Uncle! Find a rope, hurry! - Uncle, fight it!

- Uncle! - Uncle!

Nung, have you received the sponsor package?

Has it arrived yet?

What the fuck?

30 JUNE 2004

What am I supposed to do with all this junk?

You can sell it or give it to your neighbor.

Do as you like.

Okay. Understood. Copy that.

How many hours until dawn?

He could just write, "The night seemed very long."

Or actually not even think about it and you just gave him some ideas, Mir!

Oh, sorry.

You know...

what really sucks, other than these death incidents?

It's that all I remember from my past...

is that my family was troubled...

my parents were divorced...

and I was sad.

Really, really sad.

Who would have thought I was only worth one sentence?

- From what? - Screenplay?

More specific?

Character description?

And the psycho thing is,

I found my family photo, which is still complete.

How did that fucker even think of that?

- Give it back! - No.

Give it back or we're going to have a problem!

No!

Here, if there is a character in the film, who takes out a family photo,

remembering their past, their loved ones, they will surely die soon.

Right? It's like in war movies, you know?

If a soldier takes out a family photo from his helmet,

not long after, he will die.

It's the cheapest and laziest way to gather the audience's sympathy.

- I'll keep it, okay? - Don't lose it!

- Okay. - So, what does this motherfucker want?

Just to kill us, or get us killed one by one?

And if we die...

then what? We're done?

So, the writer owns our lives now?

Wait, so, just now I was really sad

because of a family that I've only had for five minutes?

It's ridiculous, right?

No, no, no it's not.

It shows how excellent your character interpretation is

even though your sadness comes from just one sentence.

Now, if I want to kill Iwan... because of his uncontrollable mouth,

does that count as my will or the will of that son of a bitch author?

- So, you kill me, then you marry Wati? - And Ani.

- Don't drag me into it, you pervert. - I'm serious.

What happens if we die?

We'll die when the author wants us to die.

- Fine. - What if it doesn't fit the story?

- We'll live again? Like Budi? - You can, right?

Well, if we can't control our lives? Why keep going?

Because we have feelings and a mind, you dumbass!

But Iwan is right... if we can't handle it anymore,

why keep going?

Fuck you!

But actually... there are lots of potential elements in this villa...

it seems like he's still confused by what to do with all of them.

Hey, what the hell? Are you still confused? Huh, you amateur!

Are you not scared of making him even more mad?

No. Do you want to know something?

Do you want to know or not, you ape?

Listen.

Finally, we have a vacation.

It's been so long since we've had a vacation together like this.

Thanks for borrowing the villa, it must be really nice.

- I swear the road is terrible here. - Just shut up! You're disturbing me.

You're right. If I remember correctly the road wasn't like this before.

Don't worry, honey, just trust me, okay?

Close the window, please. If not, you might catch a cold.

What a trick!

Leave it out, he's doing his best, right, Wan?

Only Ani truly understands me. Thanks, An.

- Fuck. What the hell, Bud? - Damn it! My camera fell! Dumbass.

Noticed something?

Your dialog sucks!

Wati! Ti!

Mir, wake up! Something happened to Wati!

Sorry, bro!

- Fuck. Wati! - Wat!

- Wati! - Wat!

- Wat, don't you mess with me, right? - Open up, Wat!

- Mir! The bathroom downstairs! - Open the door, Wat!

- Wati! - Wat!

- Wati! - Step aside!

Wat! Wat! Wat!

Hold on! Hold on, hey!

- Fight it, Ti! - Wat, wat!

Ti! Let it go, Ti!

Fight it! Fight!

Hold on, Wati!

Her hands...

her hands!

Watch out!

Is she okay?

Amir!

- You guys wait here! - You said we shouldn't split up!

I'm okay!

Calm down, Wat.

Mir!

Fuck!

- Let's go upstairs, now! - No!

- So, there's nothing we can do now? - Yes, there is.

- Mir? - Whatever you see...

whatever you hear, go in the room...

- and stay there! - Mir, let's go!

- Mir? - Okay?

- Hold on, get in! - Come, Wat!

"One-legged"

Oh my!

Amir, what are you doing? What are you going to do?

Amir, Amir! No! Amir!

Amir!

What happened to Amir? An! Ani, what happened to Amir? Ani!

Ani, answer me!

Look at me!

Revision.

Fuck this shit!

Watch out!

The forest...

- Wan! Wan! Wan! - Wan! Hold on!

- Put the water scoop down! - Wan?

Wan!

"You burned your motorcycle for this? Just go back to shooting wedding videos."

"You can still get scratched from the family certificate, Nung."

How long are you going to lean on me?

- Your spine is fine, right? - I just started.

So, this is what Uncle Dadang meant by not cleaned.

"1966."

"DIE"

"DIE"

"BETRAYAL OF THE BROTHERHOOD"

"COMMUNISM IS AWOKEN" "LED BY WAHYU SETIAJI"

Villagers?

What used to be.

Setan Alas, this script is getting worse.

Wan! I want to check something.

You're crazy!

Can't see shit!

Think, Mir, think!

Think!

Zombies can't climb right?

The stairs.

Hey!

Are you guys going to have a picnic or what? Dumbass!

I was just starting to fall in love with her.

I heard that, you asshole.

Mir!

Wan!

- They're getting closer! - Those are classic zombies, they're slow.

- What are classic zombies? - Zombies can only sprint after the 2000s.

- Guys! - If you have any script suggestions,

just swallow them up, idiot!!! Fucking smart ass!

- An? - Hey! What?

I want you to answer my questions right away,

without any hesitation, okay?

Where did Uncle Dadang keep his sickles, swords, and machetes?

Behind the door in the kitchen cupboard, right?

Yeah, right, right. Yes! Yes, everything you need is there!

My father's war equipment is also there!

Bombs, machetes, swords, sickles, spears, everything you need is there!

An! Your grandfather used to be a big time gangster, right?

One hundred meters!

You use this scope...

and this one, pull the trigger in case of emergency,

aim for the head, and don't blink when shooting.

Wan, Mir! Fifty more meters!

You watched that movie also?

How do you do this?

Just put this in? Don't press it now!

Okay.

You use this!

Aim for the head, right?

Come on! Wipe them out!

Have fun. Die, you bastard!

- Wan, the big one at two o'clock is mine! - Wipe them out, Mir!

There are too many of them.

Are you sure you don't need help?

- Cute girls stay upstairs!! - Hey, you sexist pig!

Damn it! Bastard!

These low-IQ guys have really bad imaginations.

Is the ammo finished?

How come there were only three?

- What else does your dad have? - Huh?

That's it, I'm in love.

- At least we didn't die in vain. - Eaten by zombies, you mean?

- That's a lavish and glorious death! - Hey!

Shit!

Hey? Three thousand zombies?

- CGI is expensive, dumbass! - Mir! Cover, Mir!

Then what? Extras? Three thousand extras?

Three thousand extras?

There's no way an amateur like you can possibly be given 3000 extras, dumb fuck!

Go die, you fuck! In your dreams!

Yes!

Fuck!

Come here, Ani!

- You're a genius, Mir! - Are you all right, An?

I'm fine.

My feelings for Budi are just... fabricated.

- Right? - Anyhow, this time it's not my idea.

There has been a bromance between us.

You don't have to verbalize it, asshole!

What are you writing?

Wait. How did Wati go to the bathroom alone?

It doesn't matter how. Then what about, Iwan?

He was able to go to the red room, even though the door was locked.

Just now when Wati screamed, I wanted to go out,

though the door was still locked.

And the key's also still stuck on the inside.

This bastard writer just wants to kill us now,

nothing else matters anymore.

Are you okay, Wan?

Just a little bit dizzy.

Are those bite marks?

Mir? Amir!

Let me go!

- Ani! No! That's Iwan! Don't! - Don't bite, you fat asshole!

Don't! it's Iwan! That's still Iwan!

No! Ani!

Ani, don't!

Ani?

You two stay here, lock the door!

Read my notes.

Lock the door.

Block it! Read my notes!

These are some tips to survive in a cheap Indonesian horror movie: don't walk back.

Arm yourself, use your brain. Don't wander around alone anywhere.

Don't read old books. Memorize prayers from as many religions as you can.

Break all the mirrors. You can always kick the locked doors. Arm yourself again.

Beware of record players, scary paintings,

villa keepers, flowers, keris, forbidden rooms, wells, dolls,

Javanese or Sundanese instrumental music, and color grading that is too dark.

Don't go towards a weird noise.

Don't go to the attic or the basement. Don't be noisy. Don't make foolish jokes.

Revision.

It made this asshole don't have any other choice, but to revise.

Wat.

Come here.

Wati.

Here, Wat.

You trust me, right?

Right?

Yes, we're just waiting.

What are we waiting for?

Okay, so...

you work on one of my scripts, okay?

And if you can get two million ticket sales...

hopefully more,

I will fund that crazy zombie film of yours.

- What's the story about? - It should have arrived already.

I sent a courier earlier.

Surely you haven't opened it, right?

Okay, okay. I'll work on your script, but my zombies are part of the deal, okay?

THE VERSES OF LOVE

Are you sure there's nothing we can do?

We can get ready.

Yesterday, it was zombies, but we'll never know what's next.

Any plans?

Well, convenience.

I want us to brainstorm, I want us to master the field.

Help me complete this note

because this note can help stop us from dying in vain again here.

One way or another, we have to be one step ahead of the damn writer.

I think we have to be prepared for the various demonic variables.

We will all be ready.

Did you memorize any prayers?

- I have memorized 30 juz. - You're lying!

- What about you, Mir? - Me?

What's your religion, Mir?

Let me check my ID card.

My religion is... Confucianism.

Confucian Amir.

What are the prayers in Confucianism?

I have no memory of any Confucian prayers.

What about flying severed heads?

I've memorized the seven most implementable flying-severed-head

prevention spells for daily use.

- Actually, we can enjoy this anyway. - Huh?

Enjoy it how?

Well, if we're stuck in this damn place...

aren't we free to do absolutely anything here?

Without any consequences.

What the hell are you guys going to do?

A lot.

Your imagination is so lame.

Totally agree. Totally agree.

Worldly pleasures without any consequences or commitments,

- my immensely stupid friend. - You bastard.

What unspeakable sins do you plan to commit?

- Damn... - Okay.

- How long are we going to be here? - Not too long.

Not too long?

- Yes, he might continue his script. - If he wants to continue, right?

Yes, he might continue it shortly,

or in another 20 years, when he's a little bit older,

more mature, when he has more bargaining power.

Why did you say not too long then?

Even if 50 years from now, if he wants to continue this.

He just needs to continue on

from the last sentence he wrote for this script.

Maybe this bastard will already be much smarter,

maybe much wiser.

- He could be. - More trusted by his producer.

But we'll be ready.

A crowd of hearts towards the ocean

Jokingly fighting your evil desires

Faking the steps towards your manhood

Then your fate begins to fall

Scatter your lights While waiting for mercy

I’m not sure what will come

It’s a disaster for you to mourn now

Tomorrow’s world will yet be done

Fight again to challenge the world

Tomorrow’s world is always waiting

And always waiting

While the human story keeps on changing

And the screen Has started to go up, my friends

Hold hands with confidence

I'm sorry, I dropped the key.

Start taking new steps

Oh, shit. Sorry, sorry.

Down the gravel road, my friends

Wan, cut the rope.

That's the way to become an adult

No need. The rope is already loose.

And the story keeps on changing

And the news keeps on changing

- Thank you, bro. - Budi, honey.

And now the veil is lifting

- Hello, Budi, honey. Sorry, sorry. - You really didn't see it?

Weak humans are oppressed...

Open the door, Wat.

Wati, open the door.

It takes too long.

That's a mouse. That's so bad.

Cut!

And what we're going to do after this?

How to do this?

Wait a minute.

And the human story keeps on changing

And the screen Has started to go up, my friends

Hold hands with confidence

Start taking new steps

It's ready!

Down the gravel road, my friends

That's the way to become an adult

It's difficult to open, sir.

And the story keeps on changing

And the news keeps on changing

And now the veil is lifting

Cut.

Weak humans are oppressed...

Now we walk!

Put this above it.

Hold it!

Rolling!

Bang!

Cut!

One, two, bang!

Cut!

Go home, bro!