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I doubt your courage.

I came here because

I'm ashamed of my cowardice.

Cowardice? I didn't understand.

Read this letter, you will understand.

'Rose, you kept asking

me and I kept lying to you.'

'But the truth is;

I am the reason why...'

'...this house is infested

with an evil spirit.'

'It all began when I

had just arrived in England.'

'First it was only a handful of people...'

'...but soon the entire village,

and also the neighboring villages...'

'...started coming over to my home.'

'And I thought if I can

make some money out of it...'

'...it'll make life easier for me.'

'I was completely wrong to think that.'

Hello.

Aren't you the caretaker

who my uncle speaks so highly of?

That pianist.

Yes, that's me.

- And you?

- Meher.

Meher Wadia.

Mr. Wadia's only niece.

And, the sole heir to this property.

Anyway, it took me all

day to get her from London.

So exhausting.

My bags are in the car outside.

Go and get them.

Go.

Quick.

By all means, ma'am.

Ma'am, which room would

you like me to keep these bags?

Come here.

Someone from this small

town wrote a small letter...

...and revealed a big secret to me.

I've heard that you play

the piano to make money.

No need to lie, because

I know my information is correct.

Yes...I play the piano.

But, not the way you think.

- I...

- No need for any clarification.

Firstly, my uncle trusted you.

He gave you the

responsibility of this house.

And you...

You turned this place into a brothel.

You... You are mistaken.

I understand everything.

I can tell the difference

between right and wrong.

Do you know how many generations

we've had this house for?

It's our identity, our pride.

And you used it to make a few bucks.

You let strangers come inside the house.

Imagine how disappointed

my uncle will be when he finds out?

And your father, Mr.

Asthana, he will lose his job.

Look, I beg you.

I made a big mistake, ma'am.

I...I...I just want to learn music,

that's it.

And, my father shouldn't be

punished for my mistakes, it's not fair.

I...I beg of you.

Please don't tell Mr. Wadia anything.

I...will... I'll do anything you say.

Please.

Let me see.

Play for me tonight.

Let me have a private concert.

If you can play for the entire town...

...then you can definitely

play for me. Right.

And, if I like your music...

...then I will forgive you.

I...I won't give you a chance to complain.

We'll see...

I mean, listen.

I never had wine before.

I'm sure you didn't. But you will now.

Come on.

Where are we going?

To nice people.

It's slow poison, my dear pianist.

It'll take more than ten hours for you to die.

And...what's interesting is that...

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