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POLICE
"Losmen Mati"? (Hotel of the Dead)
Didn't the captain say Losmen Melati?
Hello? Is anyone here?
Arlan, I'm at the location.
Over.
Osman!
Damnit!
We need to get out of here!
So, where do I begin?
7 DAYS BEFORE
Who is that?
That's Grandma.
Really?
It doesn't look like her.
This was taken a long time ago.
Grandma looked a lot scarier than that lady.
Your grandma...
She was very ill, Gemi.
She's in a better place now.
Do you have a booking?
Uh... no.
We were actually supposed to stay at Losmen Anggrek,
but we didn't ring in advance and now they're full.
We were lucky enough to stumble upon your losmen.
You remind me...
of someone.
Gemi, don't stare!
Name?
I'm Sajarno.
A room for three, please.
How many nights?
Just one night.
One night.
The lady in the painting is Madam Melati's mother.
She passed away many years ago.
She looks like Grandma.
Is she alive?
My wife's mother passed away last week.
We just came back from her funeral.
I hope she's finally resting in peace.
Ah, yes. Thank you
I'm sure she's resting well.
There's a tradition here.
Every guest who checks in will be greeted by
the owner of the losmen, Madam Melati.
You'll have tea in the living room.
Thank you.
How thoughtful.
- I'll get your room ready. - Okay.
Please, follow me.
Gemi, let's go.
Please enter.
Gemi, keep still.
Put that down.
But...
he spoke to me.
Do you wish to borrow the doll?
You can take it.
Thank you.
Most people are scared of him.
You're not.
No. He seemed friendly.
He said I looked like your son.
Yes.
There is a close resemblance.
Is your son here?
Maybe they can play together?
Spin, spin, spin around
Losing a loved one can be emotional.
Like your mother who has just passed away.
My mother had a good life.
A long life.
But she died alone
with no family beside her.
What?
When we heard the sad news, we rushed down immediately.
Yes, that's right.
They said she passed away in her sleep.
Peacefully.
Oh? That's what they said?
Peace does not always come when your time is up.
Many make that judgment for the dead
only to make themselves
feel better
and less guilty.
My mother had her life.
We have grieved for her.
Now, we can move on with our lives.
Yes.
We can continue to live our lives.
Can I drink this?
Please, excuse us.
We shouldn't keep you any longer.
Please get some rest.
Thank you. Let's go.
- Let's go. - Bye!
Goodnight.
Watch over him.
I should have pulled her out of the nursing home.
Sweetheart...
We agreed that it was the best decision for her.
Given her condition and the state of mind she was in,
she wouldn't have noticed.
Yes, I know that.
Right?
But after talking to that woman,
I can't stop thinking about my mother.
What if she suffered at the nursing home?
What if she didn't pass away in peace?
Don't worry.
Enough.
Gemi...
Grandma?
They said you died.
"They said."
I couldn't see.
I couldn't hear.
You were all waiting for me to die.
I didn't want you to die.
Liar.
No! I'm not lying.
You will all pay
for forgetting me!
Pay!
You will all
pay for it!
It's just a dream!
Stay away from me!
Stay away!
Mom! Dad! Wake up!
Mama!
Honey, Gemi's gone.
Honey?
Honey?
Honey?
Gemi? Karim! Gemi! Answer me!
Sweetheart, put down the knife!
Now!
He can't hear you.
Nor can he see you.
You wanted me dead.
Mother? Why are you doing this?
Why, Mother?
You wanted me gone!
I put you in a nursing home so that they could take care of you!
I wanted you to be looked after!
You locked me away
waiting for me to die.
No!
No, Mother!
Gemi, no.
Gemi, no, Gemi.
Honey?
Karim, wake up!
Don't!
Sweetheart? Karim?
Sweetheart?
Gemi, what's wrong with you?
Wake up! Gemi!
Mother...
why did you do that?
What did you do to my son?
What did you do to my son?!
Why?
Are you mad?
Leave him to me.
I will take good care of him.
As you did of me.
Right?
No.
No!
Never!
Try and stop me!
Poor boy.
He looks like him.
He should be suitable.
The blood type should match too.
Please look thoroughly, Golok.
My mother was cursed.
I was born within the darkness
and that is my fate
which I cannot avoid.
And that made me become the person I am today.
Melati.
It was 1887
when my father left my mother.
That was over a century ago.
My father was a Dutch soldier.
He left my mother
when he found out that she was pregnant with me.
He was no different from many other men back then.
They either died of disease or simply disappeared.
Women like my mother found themselves isolated from the community.
She couldn't find work and became desperate.
That's when she went to see a "bomoh," a witch doctor, to reverse her fortunes.
The bomoh granted her wish in return for me,
her unborn child.
My mother had had several miscarriages in her life
and she believed I would not survive either.
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