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You've turned into

a bloody dictator instead.

I wish I was a dictator...

...then, I would've sentenced you to death

for making me miss class every day...

...because of that pianist.

Rose?

What's wrong? Why do you look so scared?

It happened again...like always.

Allah...

Who is it this time? What does she want?

God knows.

I don't understand

this thing that you do.

Every time it scares you

to the edge of your life.

And a couple of days later,

it's back to the same old thing again.

If I can see spirits, and talk to them...

...then, it's my mother who

should be blamed for it.

She passed her power to me before she died.

So let them come to you.

Let them try to talk to you.

Why do you help them, Rose?

Simply ignore...ignore them.

I cannot ignore them.

They are in much more

suffering than we are.

They keep wandering for centuries...

...with the burden of

their unfulfilled desires.

If I can help them

break free of their prison...

...then what is wrong in that?

The thing is Rose,

not every spirit is good.

Some spirits are so evil...

...that they can even kill you.

- And I fear that...

- I will die.

God...don't ever say that.

You know Nafisa, I believe Jesus

Christ sent us to earth to play a part

And until we don't play our part,

death cannot harm us.

And once we've done our part...

...then no matter how hard we try,

life cannot hold us back.

Then I will pray to Allah...

...that your part isn't over

for the next 100-200 years.

Wow...this is unbelievable.

- Didn't we get too emotional today?

- No.

In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ...

...be gone if you're an unclean spirit.

If you want me to help you,

let the lamp flicker.

Once for 'no' and twice for 'yes'.

Is there something that

remains undone on this plane?

- Yes.

- Hello, are you, Mrs. Lily Lopez.

- Yes, I am.

- I have a message for you...

- ...from your husband.

- What?

Yes, of course.

Don't try to be so naive.

- Shut up.

- Fine, I'll shut up.

Whenever you go to London,

I feel very lonely.

Why couldn't you fall for a local boy?

What to do?

Our love's just budding.

And you know,

Salim gets so restless without me.

He can't focus on his medical studies.

Ohh, this damn love.

The things it makes one do.

Time for the train to arrive.

I'll leave.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye. Take care.

Bye.

Rose?

I am Ayush.

Ayush Asthana.

I know who you are.

You're the Indian boy who plays piano...

...down at the Wadia Manor, don't you?

Yes, that's me.

And you can talk to me in Hindi.

My father was British,

but my mother was an Indian.

Oh, I see...

- You don't look like...

- An Indian?

Yes.

What to say?

The British think I am Indian...

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