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You embarrassed me!

You need to be responsible.

Dad, if I don't get the scholarship,
I'll still get to go to college, won't I?

You promised me. Right?

Come in.

Good evening, sir.

Is this the meeting place
for the group called...

- Fireworks?
- Yeah.

And you must be White Skull?

Black Orchid.

I thought you were a woman.

I'm Cloudy Sky.

- The others aren't here yet?
- Not yet.

You're here a little early.

What's wrong?

You can't wait for this?

Me, too.

To think that we started
chatting just four, five days ago.

And now we're meeting here.

It doesn't feel like
it's been four or five days.

Is this the bomb?

Bombs are associated with terrorists.

It's actually a ball of fireworks.

But the explosion energy is huge
like a bomb.

So, yeah, it can be called a bomb.

Are you sure it'll explode?

Why would you ask that?

Of course I'm sure.

Why would I offer it
to the group otherwise?

I'm interested
because your approach is the most unique.

Yeah. Thank you.

The other ways are hard.

It's a long process, full of suffering.
This is fast.

It's a beautiful process.
You won't feel it.

What do they mean?

"Urip iku urup."

"Urip" means to live.

"Urup" means to light up.

To live is to light up.

Is it meant to be poetically ironic?

Like the generation of today.

The millennial.

Romantic on the outside,
indecisive on the inside.

Happy on the outside, sad on the inside.

Act tough on the outside,
but clingy on the inside.

Is that how your kid is?

Have a seat, please.

Please sit down.

So, why are you really here?

The group's rule says
you can't ask personal questions.

Well, I'm just curious.

You look like you got yourself together.

You look healthy
like nothing's troubling you.

People who have problems
don't always have to look like you.

That's not what I meant.

Come in.

Good evening.

- Is this the Fireworks group?
- It is.

Anggun?

No. White Skull.

I thought White Skull was a guy.

Please come in.

He is Black Orchid.

I thought...

Black Orchid's a woman?

That was what I thought.

Hang on. I'll get you something to sit on.

So, this is the ball.

You have your doubts?

Me, too.

It doesn't look like it's dangerous.

Please have a seat.

Hey, don't touch it.

The ball looks pretty and harmless,
if we look at it from afar.

But from up close,
I assure you it'll blow us to pieces.

No flesh or even bones left.

Why did you write that on it?

"Urip iku urup."

"Urip" means to live.

-"Urup"--
- I know what it means.

That's what my father used to say to me.

Life needs to have light.

Shine light on others.

So, does it contain fireworks?

Hundreds of them.

And if the ball of fireworks explodes,

the light will pierce through
Jakarta's sky, higher than Monas.

Monas?

Yeah, why?

Well, Monas isn't that tall.

There are much taller buildings.

It's just a symbol
like Eiffel in Paris, or Skytree in Japan.

Stop talking about Monas!

Can we get started?

The sooner the better.

We're waiting for one more person. Anggun.

Black Orchid. White Skull.

Maybe Anggun is a pseudonym.

Maybe Anggun is a guy.
Or maybe Anggun will be late.

Or maybe Anggun isn't coming.

Let's hope not.
It'll be more fun with four people.

Let's wait a little longer.
Anggun will come.

Hello.

Exactly 15 minutes.

Excuse me.

Sorry, I'm late.
I had language practice at school.

Why are you looking at me like that?

You're a high-schooler?

I am.

What's wrong with that?

There's no age limit in the group.
Anyone can join.

But you're still young.

Can't someone die young?

They can.

Yeah, if they die in a normal way.

What do you mean by normal?

Dying in an accident or from illness.

How old are you?

15? 16? 17?

You have a long life.

- That doesn't make any sense.
- It makes sense.

What he means is

you're still young.

You still have a lot of hope.

What hope? I don't need hope.

Young woman, listen.

If it's just because
of a broken heart, a breakup,

I don't consider that a big problem.

No, no... Hang on, sir.

But I'm not broken-hearted.
I'm not even upset.

You're a know-it-all, aren't you?

You don't feel bad for the baby?

The baby?

Do I look pregnant?

What's wrong with all of you?

I just got here
and you're making accusations.

I'm not here to be interrogated.
Stop guessing what my problem is.

I know I'm still in high school,
but I'm not a little kid.

Is this...

Is this the ball of fireworks
mentioned in the group chat?

Why don't we just start now?

- How do we detonate--
- Hey!

Hang on. Wait. Just take a seat first.

Sit down, okay?

Please sit down.

Let me introduce you to the others.

To your right is Black Orchid.

To your left is White Skull.

And I'm Cloudy Sky.

Okay.

So...

what are we going to do?

Take a group picture?

Or make social media content?

No.

Okay.

Let me tell you how it works.

The ball of fireworks can be detonated
with this detonator.

You open the panel, flip the switch
and you press the red button.

And we're all going to go boom!

Before I carry on, maybe someone
wants to rethink or back out?

Or maybe if you think
your problem isn't that bad, or...

Finally.

Please step out.

Not that.

I'm not raising my hand to back out.

What was it for then?

I want to...

I want you to press the button.

Yeah, yeah.

She's right.

This is taking too long.

Just press it.

- Stop controlling other people's lives.
- I'm not--

Press it!

Press it.

Okay.

Is everyone ready?

Goodbye, world.

See you in the afterlife.

Come in.

Good evening.

Is this the meeting place
for the group called...

You?

Is this the meeting place
for the Fireworks group?

Yes.

You're Black Orchid, right?

Right. And you?

I'm Cloudy Sky.

Can't you remember me?

You were just here, weren't you?

What do you mean?

We've met before, haven't we?

No, sir.

I don't know
why you think we've met before.

Don't joke around.

I'm not here to joke around.

The others aren't here yet?

Not yet.

You also arrived here first before.

- Is this the bomb?
- See?

I knew you were going to ask that.

That's what you asked before.

Right?

- Are you sure it'll explode?
- Are you sure it'll explode?

See?

What did I tell you?
I knew you were going to say that.

Or maybe I'm experiencing...

Right?

- It's déjà vu, sir.
- Yes, that's it.

I've been through this.

You want to ask about this, right?

"Urip iku urup."

"Urip" means to live.
"Urup" means to light up.

Light up. You remember, don't you?

- Is it meant to be poetically ironic?
- Is it meant to be poetically ironic?

See?

What did I say?

I'm experiencing dévu jà.

Whatever you say.

You'd like a seat? Wait.

- Please sit down.
- Okay. Thank you.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

I'm refraining from asking
about how you look.

I don't want to offend you.

The group's rule says
you can't ask personal questions.

That's why I'm refraining from doing so.

That's White Skull.

She's a woman.

Good evening.

Is this the Fireworks group?

- White Skull?
- Yes.

Miss, you've done this already, right?

Done what?

This. The three of us sat here.
We talked, and then...

Wait, let me get you a seat.

So, this is the ball.

You have your doubts?

Me, too.

It doesn't look like it's dangerous.

Please take a seat.

Miss, don't touch it, please.

How did you know I was going to do that?

As I said to this guy...

I'm experiencing déju và.

- Déjà vu?
- Right.

But this guy doesn't believe me.

Neither do you.

She's going to ask about the writing.

Why did you write that on it?

I don't need to explain the writing to you

because when I try to explain it,
you'll say,

"That's what my father used to say to me."

- How did you know?
- Am I right?

Did you investigate me or...

No, I didn't.

I just want to tell you
that I'm experiencing...

- What's that called?
- Déju và.

Don't mock me.

Déju và. He intentionally
mispronounces déjà vu.

I'm going to tell you
that if the ball of fireworks explodes,

the light will pierce through
Jakarta's sky, higher than Monas.

- Monas?
- See? He said it exactly like that.

He laughs cynically.

Meanwhile, she will cry
every time I say the word "Monas."

What's wrong with you?

It seems like
the word "Monas" triggers a trauma--

Stop talking about Monas!

Sorry. I was just going to say
that I've been through this.

I don't care...

if you're experiencing déjà vu or not.

I just want to die.

Can we get started now?

The sooner the better.

Wait a minute.

We're still waiting for one more person.

Her name is Anggun.

And she's a high schooler.

We'll wait for her, okay?
Let's do a countdown.

Three.

Two.

One.

Exactly 15 minutes.

Hello.

Excuse me.

Sorry, I'm late.

I had language practice at school.

Why are you looking at me like that?

How did you know?

Know what?

He knew you were a high schooler.

Did you chat privately with him?

No. Never. I don't even know him.

This is our first meeting.

It's not allowed anyway, right?
The group's rule says no further contact.

You're a high schooler.

I am.

What's wrong with that?

There's no age limit in the group.
Anyone can join.

Yeah, but you're still young.

Can't someone die young?

Don't say "they can."
You were going to say that.

They can if they die in a normal way.

Define normal.

Normal is when you die
from an accident, illness, or age.

What a vague rule.

It's not a rule,
but older people agree on it.

So, the agreement is...

Miss, you're also old.

Explain it to her.
She never wants to hear my explanation.

What explanation?

- Tell her she still has a lot of hope.
- I heard that!

What hope?

I didn't come here for hope.

You don't feel bad for the baby?

Stop it.

- She's not pregnant.
- Pregnant?

What's wrong with you all?

I just got here
and you're making accusations.

Not me.

It's him.

I'm not here to be interrogated.

Stop guessing what my problem is.

I know I'm still in high school,
but I'm not a little kid.

Is this...

the ball of fireworks mentioned
in the group chat?

Why don't we start now?

- What if--
- Hey!

Wait.

Hang on. I'll find you
something to sit on. Wait a minute.

Please sit down.

Okay.

This is the ball of fireworks.

And this is the detonator.

We just press it.

Sir?

- Sir?
- Yeah?

What are you waiting for?
Why aren't you pressing it?

What if I press it and it's not a déjà vu?

You're the only one experiencing it.

Okay.

But what if I press it
and this happens again?

Are you having cold feet?

- What?
- Do you want to back out?

Why should I be scared?

If I'm scared, why would--

Can you shut up? I've been ready!

- I just want to say that this--
- Let me press it.

Hey! No! Don't!

Why am I here again?

Why am I back here again?

Why am I here again?

How is this happening?

- Weird.
- Weird, isn't it?

You feel it too, don't you?

I sat over here.

This exploded.

The four of us were thrown back.

Why am I back here again?

We're back here again, aren't we?

What did I tell you?

We're experiencing déjà vu.

- No, it's not déjà vu.
- What is it then? What is it?

This...

This must be the torture of hell.
It's real. This is hell!

Torture of hell?

When someone kills themselves,
they go to hell.

Hell is about being tortured to death,
pulled back to life,

- tortured again, and it's always repeated.
- Stop it!

We're not being tortured, are we?

This is real. See? This is the shed.

Right? See this.

See?

Am I right?

So, why are we back here?

You've experienced it
once already, haven't you?

It's my second time.
It's your first time, isn't it?

You will...

Or maybe we're cursed.

- Who has cursed us?
- The one above.

Be it God, the Gods, or the universe.

What do you believe in?

This has nothing to do
with what I believe in.

But what did we do wrong
to get here again?

I was sure we...

You're asking what we did wrong?

You know what we did wrong?
We invited a kid to commit suicide.

- Anggun?
- That's right.

She's the one who wanted to.
We didn't ask her to.

She voluntarily joined the group.

Yes, yes. But letting a kid
commit suicide with us is wrong.

As long as she kills herself with us,
we'll be back here again.

Why is it so hard to die?

No. It isn't hard.

If Anggun doesn't come, it's not hard.

If everything repeats itself,
she'll show up there.

Listen. Listen to me.

We...

Oh, man. We need to prevent her
from showing up here.

Don't let her join the group suicide.
As long as she joins us, we're screwed.

We'll do it after she leaves.

Our motivations are strong.
Our problems are hard.

Except Anggun's.

Don't be a know-it-all. How do you
know Anggun's problem isn't hard?

She's young. What is her problem?

She's not pregnant.
She's not fighting with her boyfriend.

Maybe she's just fighting
with her parents.

Maybe that's too hard for Anggun.

My kid is about the same age as her.

We fight every day.
She never thinks of suicide.

Listen, later...

we'll ask White Skull to convince Anggun
to back out of our suicide.

I'm sure White Skull
is just as baffled as you are.

She kills herself, but she's back
here again. And it repeats.

I'm certain of that.

Good evening.

Yes.

Is this the Fireworks group?

It is.

Why are you looking at me like that?

You know us, don't you?

You've been through this before?

Am I right?

Welcome, Miss White Skull. Please come in.

- We're the only ones experiencing it.
- Experiencing what?

I'll try to explain it.

But you might not understand it.

But I'll try to explain it.

Okay?

Sir.

You explain it.

So, the four of us have met here before.

The ball has exploded.
We committed suicide, but...

We should be dead already
but we're back here instead.

That's it.

She doesn't get it.
She doesn't understand it.

It's not my fault.

We're cursed.

Cursed?

Yeah, because we let
a little kid kill herself with us.

A little kid?

Well, not that little.
She's a high schooler.

I don't get it.

- I'm dizzy. I think I need to sit down.
- Hang on.

I'll get you something to sit on.

Have a seat.

What do you mean?

What little kid are you talking about?

Anggun.

She's going to join us.
She's still in high school.

How do you know that?

I told you. We've met before.

Oh, I don't understand.

Maybe this is...

a scam.

A group chat preying on people?

Do you really want to die?

We want to. I swear.
We all want to kill ourselves.

Do you see this?

This is the ball
we talked about in the group chat.

- Don't touch!
- Don't touch!

"Urip iku urup."

You know what it means, right?

That's what your father
used to say to you. Am I right?

You're baffled that I know that?

I've told you.
It's because we've met before.

You don't need to get angry.

No. He's not angry.

Sit down, please.

Sit back down.

Just tell her about our plan.

What plan?

We just need to detonate this, right?

You're right. We're planning
to forbid the kid from joining in.

Why should you forbid her?

We have the same objective here, right?

This morning is the first time
I woke up with clarity.

I knew what I was going to do today.

But now that I'm here, I'm so confused.

How could you do this to me?

Don't you know

how happy I was today?

Too late. She's already here.

We haven't agreed on it.

Hello.

Excuse me.

Sorry, I'm late.

I had language practice back at school.

Are you really a high schooler?

I am.

What's wrong with that?

There's no age limit in the group.
Anyone can join.

But you're still young.

Can't someone die young?

You still have a lot of hope.

What hope? I don't need hope.

Anggun, you can't kill yourself.

What?

Why not?

I had no problem joining the group,
so what's changed?

How about you can kill yourself,
but you must tell us your problem?

Hang on.

First, why should I tell you?

Second, what right do you have
to know my story?

And third, do you know
each other's stories?

Our problems are hard.

- Mine, too.
- Really?

Is fighting with your parents hard?

Is that it?

It's only because
you're fighting with your parents?

Hey, every parent loves their child.

Especially your mother.

She'll feel devastated and guilty

if her child dies before her.

I know.

I'm sure my parents love me very much.

But you still want to die?

You don't know what I've been through.

You don't know how I feel.

The burden I need to carry
if I stay alive in this world.

Anggun,

whatever your burden is,
abandon your intention.

- I can't.
- Why not? Why can't you do it?

Because I left a suicide note.

What would they say if I backed out?

They'll be relieved.

Who I mean by "they" aren't my parents.

So, who are they?

Why are you asking questions
as if it's any of your business?

Easy. Don't get angry.

I'm not here to be interrogated.
Stop guessing what my problem is.

I know I'm still in high school,
but I'm not a little kid.

Is this the ball of fireworks?

What if we just start this now?

How do we detonate it?

- Sir!
- No! Stop!

Don't be so rash.

I designed this thing.

I have the right to press the button.

Understand? You take that and sit there.

Go on.

Okay.

I'm not going to press the red button
until you leave this room.

Why are you being so annoying? No way!

- If she insists, just let her be!
- No!

- Get out of this room.
- No, I won't!

Okay.

We're cancelling this suicide, then.

Hey! We didn't agree on that.

The suicide is still on.

It'll be useless. We'll be
back here again if she's still here.

Just give it to me.

You have no right to make that call.

Let me do it! I just want to be free!

Sir?

Sir.

I know what's going on.
This is like in those sci-fi movies.

What do you mean?

When we're blown up together here,
we're sucked into a time tunnel.

We should be in another realm,
instead of returning here.

It's called a time loop.

- So?
- Here... Make this shape.

We exploded here.

We should've gone to another realm,
but we're looping back here instead.

It's called a time loop.

And why are we trapped in this time loop?

I haven't figured that out yet.

There must be a reason.

I told you that Anggun is the reason.

But you didn't believe me.

Do we need to kill ourselves now?

The sooner the better.

Let's reschedule it, then.

- Reschedule?
- Yes, reschedule it.

Let's decide the place.
Not here, and when.

- But don't tell Anggun.
- It's impossible.

Why?

Because I left a suicide note
to my wife and daughter.

Didn't you leave one?

Well, what for? I don't care.

That's not the point.
Suicide notes are left...

So, first, we tell them that we love them.

Second, that it's the best thing
for us to do.

It's not about notifying them
about our suicide...

Are you drowning in debt?

How did you know?

People who are drowning in debt

usually kill themselves
with that kind of suicide note.

Just like in the movies.

It feels like a dream.

I've been here before.

I've met you two.

And I remember the ball
exploded, and the pain.

My skin was burnt.

My flesh fell off my bones.

Precisely.

It wasn't a dream. It was real.

If you remember...
I told you that we've met before.

- What do you mean?
- Time loop.

Let me explain it.

We killed ourselves together here.

We should've gone to another realm,

but we're looping
and coming back here instead.

Let me explain.
It's as if we're entering a time loop.

We kill ourselves,
and then we're back here. And it repeats.

Sorry.

Sorry.

So it's not a dream?

How can this be happening?

Mr. Cloudy Sky and I
are still baffled too.

I thought...

I thought I would die instantly,
and painlessly from the explosion.

But now...

I can still feel it.

When will this stop?

When we manage
to talk Anggun out of this suicide.

That's right.

Without Anggun,
we'll be free of this time loop.

I remember we talked to her.

- But she still wanted to kill herself.
- That's right.

It wasn't easy to talk to her.
She was stubborn.

That's why she fights with her mother.

We need to know what her problem is.

We can't just guess.

She needs to tell us.

She won't tell us her problem.

Do we even know
what each other's problems are?

Do you know?

My name is Fahmi Iskandar.

I'm Raga Kurniawan.

I'm Sukma Indri Priambodo.

Okay. Who's going first?

I'll go first, then.

I used to work at a fireworks factory
as a pyrotechnician.

My job was to design fireworks for events.

Like, big events in Ancol,
Gelora Bung Karno, or Monas.

Don't cry, miss.

But one day, I failed.

-Can you, Mr. Fahmi?
- I can. Wait.

How much longer will it take?

They're going to push the button.

- Come on.
- It's time for the fireworks.

- Okay, wait.
- Now!

Wait. I'm trying to
reconnect, but I can't.

Can you do it manually?

I can. But can you wait?
I need to reinstall it.

Rif, where are the fireworks?

The ministers and the BODs
are just staring at the sky.

It's jammed. We can't do it.

What do you mean?

The fireworks are a no-go.

Mr. Fahmi got a computer error.

The silver lining is the ministers
and other guests can see the stars.

Shut up! You talk too much.

I'm holding you responsible.

Hey.

This loss is coming out of your pocket!

Don't bother showing up tomorrow.

1.3 billion rupiah.

That's how much I have to pay back.

And if I can't pay, I'll go to jail.

But if you die,
you leave your debt to your family.

No, I won't.

I already thought about that.

They'll get insurance money.

But insurance doesn't cover suicide.

You're right.

But they won't investigate
my cause of death.

They'll only know
that I died in a work accident

when I was building fireworks in the shed.

But our bodies will be here too.

I know. But you also have to remember

that explosions don't usually
only have one victim.

They'll just think you're my colleagues.

I get it now.

That's the reason you have a problem
if Anggun kills herself here.

She's in high school, so she'll
make the insurance company suspicious.

That's not what I'm thinking.

No. You don't care
about Anggun killing herself.

You just don't want her
to kill herself here.

How can I not care?

I have a daughter.

She's about the same age as Anggun.

Here's a photo of her.

That's my daughter.

When I see Anggun,
I see my daughter in her.

She has big dreams.

She wants to study medicine.

- To be a doctor?
- That's right.

A pediatrician.

If I'm in jail, she won't be able
to pursue her dreams.

But if I'm dead,
she'll be able to follow her dreams.

She'll be able to get into any school.

Being a doctor isn't as easy as you think.

Studying to be one
and being one are different.

How would you know?

I know.

Are you a doctor?

A gynecologist.

A doctor?

You want to kill yourself?

How ironic.

What happened to you?

I had a patient...

who died on the operating table...

along with her unborn child.

You can't keep using trauma
as your excuse.

The nurses are tense
every time they assist you.

Patients feel uneasy
after check-ups with you.

I can't keep you at this hospital
if you keep working like this.

The hospital's reputation is at stake.

Give me another chance, Doc.

It's better if you stop now,
before things gets any worse.

I don't want to be held responsible.

- That's it?
- Mr. Fahmi.

Every time I go to work, I'm on edge.

I'm tense.

Sometimes it's hard for me to breathe.

And this hand...

There's a tremor.

And when I'm done,

I take off my white coat
and I feel more at peace.

That's how it goes every day.

If you can't take being a doctor,
just change jobs.

It's not that easy, sir.

We came to your grandpa's birthday
celebration the other day.

He kept asking about you.

"Where's the doctor?"

All I could say is
that you're at the hospital.

- Yes, Mom.
- Raga, you're okay, aren't you?

Why do you sound so lifeless?
You must be exhausted.

You need to get more rest.

Eat well, okay?

I've tried to kill myself...

several times.

But I always failed.

So, I thought...

killing myself
with this ball of fireworks would be...

the fastest, and the most precise way.

My daughter's mental state
is different than yours.

She's tough.

I hope she becomes a great doctor.

She isn't easily frustrated.

She isn't a crybaby like you.

No, no.

You don't have the right
to judge my mental toughness

because we're the same.

- Same?
- You gave up on your work. It's the same!

Don't be mad.

Hello.

Excuse me.

Sorry, I'm late.

I had language practice back at school.

What's wrong with you all?

We're having a discussion.

A discussion about suicide?

Anggun, you can't kill yourself here.

Hang on. Why?

You had no problem before.
Why the sudden change?

If we knew you were a high schooler,
we wouldn't allow you to join us.

I am still in high school.

There's no age limit in the group.
Anyone can join.

If you have a problem,
talk it out with your parents.

Or your friends.

My friends don't need to know my problems.

Or talk to us.

We were discussing a new rule.

Before you die,
you need to tell us your problem.

Hang on.

First, why should I tell you?

Second, what right do you
have to know my story?

And third, do you know
each other's stories?

We know.

Those are smart questions
teenagers ask nowadays. Right, Anggun?

Come here. Have a seat.

Here.

Be careful.

Okay. Let's start
by introducing ourselves.

I'm Fahmi.

Fahmi Iskandar.

I'm Raga.

I'm Sukma.

What's your real name?

Anggun.

You used your real name?

And you're all using pseudonyms.

Now, we tell our problems to each other.

I'll start.

I've already told the others.

I'm drowning in debt.

And I hope my death will give my family
insurance money for their future.

This is a photo of my family.

They're beautiful.

My daughter is around your age.

Your family will instantly be rich.

That's the objective.

You're amazing.

I bet they'll be happy that you're dead.

Not really. I'm sure they'll be sad.

We have a harmonious family life.

We love each other. We're close.

Sir, they're only
going to be sad for a while,

but they'll be happy
after they get the money.

Look. I'm sure many guys
will want to replace you.

Hey! It's impossible.

My wife is loyal to me.

It's possible.

Your wife is good-looking.

I'm certain guys will line up for her.

Give it to me.

You don't know how much she loves me.

Raga, your turn.

I want to kill myself.
I can't handle my job as a doctor.

I bet you were forced to be a doctor.

I have a relative in the same situation.

His father forced him to be an engineer.

He wanted to be a content creator.

He complied and became an engineer.

But then he was stressed out.
He made a bridge, but it collapsed.

And then?

Did he kill himself, too?

No.

He left his profession
and now he's a content creator.

He's viral. His videos are all over.
He has eight million followers.

Hey! I'm not like your relative.

He was forced. I wasn't.

So, why are you stressed?

Because I failed.

Isn't failure common?

And it's your chosen profession anyway.

I've told him that.

Being a doctor is my chosen profession.

But I didn't choose
to fail to save others.

Are you an only child?

I am.

Your parents will be heartbroken
to lose you.

Well...

I bet they will be.

But what else can I do?

They're worse off if I'm home.

Your mother will be
so devastated to lose you...

that she will want to join you in death.

Really?

Trust me.

How can you be so sure?

That's what I've been through.

So, what are we going to do, Mom?

So, you're going to tell your dad

that you want him
to take you to Japan, okay?

Okay, Mom. But he won't be angry, will he?

Why would he be? Of course not.

Look at this. Monas!

- Cool.
- It's so tall.

Can we go up here?

The top?

- You can. Do you want to?
- I do.

I'm going to make TikTok videos
up there with you, okay?

I can't do that. You do it. I can't.

You can.

I can't do that. You do it.

- Come on, Mom. You can.
- I can't. What is that?

- Come on, Mom. You can.
- I can't.

Darwin!

Darwin!

Help!

Darwin!

Darwin!

Let's go out.

Let's wander around.

Wander around?

Let's visit our favorite old places.

- You remember you used to--
- I don't ride in cars anymore.

We don't need to go by car, honey.

We can walk
just like back when we were dating.

So that you'll get you some fresh air.

I don't want fresh air.

I want to be just like this.

Sukma...

we need to let Darwin go.

Even if you stay like this,
it won't bring Darwin back.

I want to keep being like this.

I want to keep mourning my son.

- He's my son, too.
- He's not.

You were never close to him.

You never cared about him.

If you weren't busy at the office
and hadn't asked us to go there,

the accident wouldn't have happened.

Sukma.

You don't know
what it felt like in the car.

You didn't see him.

You didn't see him.

I'm sorry, Darwin.

Forgive me.

If I die...

maybe the pain will go away.

And maybe I can meet Darwin there.

Only if you go to heaven.

But what if you don't?

I didn't say that. He did.
He said suicide will send you to hell.

From what I've heard and read,
that's how it goes.

But I can't be certain
because I've never been there.

Do you want your mother
to be like me, Anggun?

But my mom and you aren't the same.

I mean, it's different. You want
to die because your child is dead.

But I want to die of my own free will.

Calm down.

You've heard our stories.

Now, it's your turn.

After I tell it, then what?

Yeah, then what?

We're still going
to kill ourselves, right?

The ball will still explode, right?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Don't worry.

The detonator is here.

You only need to flip the switch

and you press the red button.

Okay.

Where do I start?

You said you'd left
a suicide note for them.

Who are they?

The people who hurt you?

What happened to you?

- Were you raped?
- Sir.

- Don't talk like that.
- Whoa, whoa.

What if...

- we just do this now?
- Hey, no!

Are you being bullied?

That's what those bullies did to you?

You want to kill yourself
because you can't stand it?

You arrogant old windbags!

- Hey!
- No!

Sir?

- Sir?
- Stop it, Raga.

- No.
- Stop it.

It's useless trying to stop Anggun.
She'll be back here.

- But...
- Stop it.

You might as well just get used
to doing this over and over.

- But I have an idea.
- What idea?

So, when...

How about this, Raga?
We wait for Sukma, okay?

I can't stand it anymore.

It hurt so much!

You'll get used to it.

- Sir...
- Is there a lock?

What for?

To stop Anggun from coming in.

There's no lock.
You can't lock this shed up.

Let's move to another place, then.

Where are we going to move?

And drag this big ball around?

Before we can move it, she'll be here.

- Sir--
- I...

I don't want to go through this
all over again.

Can we detonate this
before Anggun gets here?

We'll detonate it. We'll die.
She'll survive. Done, right?

Where's the detonator?

Hang on. I--

Finally, I can be free today!

Wait!

Why didn't it work?
Why are we back here again?

It's impossible.

Anggun is already a part of this group.

So, the only way to stop this is
by stopping her intention to kill herself?

I told you this is a curse.

I think we should plan
on how to talk to Anggun.

Now that we know what her problem is.

She's being bullied.

She's a victim of her friends' harassment.

That's why she's frustrated.

I never felt like that when I was her age.

I was bullied, too.
But I never thought of suicide.

Have a seat, please.

Kids nowadays are weak.

Don't compare your time growing up
to kids nowadays.

- It's not that.
- Sir.

You can't act like this.

If you keep acting like this,
Anggun won't ever listen to us.

Well, you talk to her, then.

I'll keep quiet.

People who are bullied
have low self-confidence.

We need to make her feel like she's worthy
by making her feel pretty and smart.

And she looks like she's talented.

What an amazing kid.

She'll have a higher self-esteem than us.

I understand this
because I learned it in medical school.

The most important thing is...

we need to make her feel
like we're on her side.

We need to know
how much it hurts to be bullied.

We need to see it from Anggun's side.

When we have gained her trust,
we need to use our ace card.

We call the person
who's been incessantly calling Anggun.

Tell the person to talk to Anggun.

How do you know about that?

I saw it when her bag fell.

There were 17 missed calls
from the same number.

17 missed calls.

It means the person knew
what Anggun was going to do.

Possibly.

You remember the number?

- I do.
- Call it, then.

No one's picking up.

Hospital?

Sir?

- Sir? What's wrong?
- Sir?

- Sir? Are you okay?
- Sir?

- My medicine.
- Where?

Here it is.

Sir?

Are you always like this
when you get a call from the hospital?

I'm scared.

I'm scared of being called to work.

Hello.

Excuse me. Sorry, I'm late.

I had language practice back at school.

It's true.

I've been here before...

to this place.

And I've met all of you before.

We had a fight here.

We fought
over this detonator, and then boom, but...

Shouldn't we be dead?

We should be.

But we're not. That's funny.

What's so funny about it?

So, what should we do to stay dead?

Anggun...

it seems like we are
being given a second chance.

For what?

To think...

about what we really want.

What else do we have to think about?

We're here anyway.

We just need to do it.

We have the same goal, right? Just do it.

We know what it feels like to be bullied.

The sadness, the anger...

And obviously, you feel alone,
as if no one cares.

What's wrong with you?

You're a beautiful girl, Anggun.

Am I right, Mr. Raga?

She's right.

You're smart.

Yeah. You're special.

Sorry. What the heck's wrong with you all?

I can feel you're faking it.

I just remembered.

You're trying to make me
back out of suicide, right?

It's so weird.

You're stopping me from doing it,
but you still want to do it.

Is that fair? How selfish you all are.

You're still young, Anggun.

So what if I'm young?

It's only the old who can do so?

Mr. Raga... Is he old?

Or is there a rule that no one
under 21 is allowed to kill themselves?

The fact is people over 21 are considered
more mature in their thoughts and actions.

So, I can't kill myself because
my thoughts and actions aren't mature yet?

Meanwhile, you're fit to commit suicide

because you're mature
in thoughts and actions?

Is that so, Mr. Cloudy Sky?

Miss White Skull?

Mr. Black Orchid?

Or maybe to make me more mature,

my reason to kill myself
needs to be better.

Maybe like Mr. Fahmi's reason.
To get money.

Or like Miss Sukma's reason.
To escape feeling guilt.

Or like Mr. Raga. You want
to kill yourself because you're scared?

I feel bad for your mother.

Mr. Raga also has one.

- Why don't you dissuade him?
- It's his choice.

This is my choice too!

You don't know the feeling
of a mother losing a child.

You know how it feels to be a husband
whose son and wife left him?

Or you.

You know how it feels
to be a daughter and a wife

whose father and husband kill himself?

Sorry, but I'm different from all of you.

I'm dying for them.

It's the same.

Even if you die for them,

they will still feel
like they're the cause.

So, what are we going to do?

Are we going to keep debating
or are we going to die? What now?

What's the point?

If we detonate it...

we'll still come back here alive.

What's the point?

This is all your fault, Anggun!

Without you, it would've been fine.
Hassle-free.

Why is it my fault?

Because when you kill yourself
alongside us, we can't die.

How can you be sure it's all my fault?

You brought on a curse by joining us.

It's what I want.

Did you ask me to do this? You didn't.

I know.

But we let you join in.

I have a child around your age.

What kind of father
lets his daughter kill herself?

As a parent, I should encourage you
to face anything.

You need to be tough, Anggun.

Tough.

You say I need to be tough,
but are you tough?

Think about it. Are you tough?

Mr. Raga.

Do you feel like you're tough inside?

And you.

Are you tough enough to bear your life?

You're not, are you?

No one is tough.

We're weak. That's why
we're here together.

I'm the only one who's different.

I'm not running away from my problems.

You're running away too, Anggun.

Do you like it?

What do you think?

Take that!

You need to give that money
to me! Remember!

WHY ARE YOU SO CRUEL?

Anggun?

Yes, Mom?

- You're home already?
- Yeah.

A courier delivered
that envelope. It's for you.

- I got you and your dad's favorite sushi.
- Thank you.

What is that?

You embarrass the whole school! Hello?

You make me want
to throw sewer water on you!

Can you imagine if they see
a topless photo of you?

Do you like it?

Anggun?

It's a brochure
for a new private study course.

How was school today?

Do you want me to cook you something else?

Whatever you like.

What? Spaghetti?

Sure.

Okay.

Mom, I'm going to a friend's house, okay?

- Which friend?
- Just a minute!

Anggun?

What about the spaghetti?

I want to die because I want them
to remember what they did to me.

I want them to learn their lesson
and never do that to anyone else.

The reality is
they won't learn their lesson.

They may for a while.

Then they'll forget
and do the same to someone else.

But, your parents will never
get over what you did.

They will never stop blaming themselves.

They'll think, "Why didn't we know
our daughter had problems?

- If we knew, we could've done something."
- No.

They would feel what I felt.

No! Because my mother
isn't as weak as you!

Does it hurt?

Or have you lost your senses?

Your mother will hurt a thousand times
more for the rest of her life, you know?

Hello.

Yes, I called earlier.

Is this Anggun's mother?

I'm a friend of hers.

I'd like to tell you that she's with us.

Just a minute.

Your mother.

Hello, Mom.

Anggun, listen to me.

Whatever you're going to do now...

don't do it.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know what you were going through.

Mom.

Give me another chance.

Don't leave me.

Mom, I'm sorry.

I stole your money.

I don't care about that.

Money doesn't matter.

Your dad and I promise
to face the people who hurt you together.

Okay?

We'll face this together.

Come home, sweetie.

How did you get my mother's number?

Where did you get it?

I saw your phone screen
when your bag fell.

Do you think calling my mom
will change my decision?

Well, it won't! I won't back out!

No!

I don't want to go through that again.

I don't know what else to say
to dissuade Anggun from killing herself.

There's nothing else we can do.

I think...

nothing can change Anggun's mind.

She'll still want to kill herself.

Her will to die
is much greater than the three of us.

But Anggun is right.

We are weak.

We're weak in facing
the problems in our lives.

I'm ashamed of myself.

You can get back on your feet, Raga.

Why me?

Who else?

You're the youngest of the three of us.

I don't understand.

You can give up if you're old?

Sorry.

But we have no energy left.

It's hard to start from scratch.

You don't have to start from scratch.

Because when I first saw this firework...

I was amazed.

Not many people have
the ability to make this like you.

I bet there are still many people
who would want to use your service.

And I'm sure you'll be able to make

a more advanced firework than this.

I would have loved to ask you

to make fireworks for my son.

He would've been happy.

But he's not here anymore.

You can do that for another kid.

Your son would be happy
if you make another kid happy.

"Urip iku urup."

This is the real curse.

These words are denying us our deaths.

It won't light up...

if we're dead.

Forgive me.

I wrote this...

because I often say this to my daughter.

- Just like my father did.
- Yeah.

He would've been sad...

to know that I chose to die.

Maybe we should just live.

To light up.

Hello.

We meet again.

But now we know why we're not dead.

And why we're back here
over and over again.

The problem isn't me.

It's all of you.

Do you realize that you're hesitant
to kill yourselves?

- That's why--
- Anggun.

We...

have decided...

not to stop you from killing yourself.

Really?

Really.

Because the three of us realize

that nothing can change your mind.

You still want to to do it, right?

So, the three of us will leave.

And I'm going to give this ball to you.

What do you mean?

Thank you...

for helping us find a way

to rise back up.

So, you only need to flip the switch

and then press the red button.

But after the three of us leave the shed.

- Okay?
- What do you mean?

The red button.

Wait.

You can't do this.

We're in a group.

We promised to kill ourselves together.

We're tired of trying to kill ourselves.

It won't be easy,
but we're going to try to live on.

The decision is yours.

And we believe you're going to choose
what's best for you.

Anggun...

I will feel the most guilty of all of us
if you still decide to kill yourself.

You're special, kid.

You brought us around today.

But I don't want to be alone, miss.

Sir.

I'm scared of being alone.

We're here.

If you decide to keep on living...

we'll leave here together.

I don't want to die.

- Let me flip it.
- Okay.

One.

Two.

Three!

I'm sorry, Mom.

I'm sorry.

- Thank you.
- Happy birthday, honey.

Blow out the candles, Dad.

Okay, I'll blow them out.

TO LIVE IS TO LIGHT UP