We killed the old man.
And after we ate him...
None of us would go to sleep.
I mean...
All of us were terrified.
We stopped trusting one another.
Always alert.
Always on our guard.
Let alone strangers.
Even friends and lovers didn't trust each other.
Any one of us could kill for food.
We lived like animals.
We had almost given up hope of being rescued.
We had broken down mentally and physically.
That's when...
almost four months after the plane crash...
...we spotted a helicopter.
Only seven of us could come back alive.
We survived.
But even though she survived...
Mushkan could never get back to normal life.
Her family disowned her.
And if word of this got around in the hospital, it'd be a huge problem.
So I gave her an offer.
To work at our hospital as a consultant.
But she didn't take the offer.
She quit.
Was she already Mr. Zuberi's wife then?
Yes.
-They'd gotten married a month before. -Hmm.
I've read books about it too.
They changed their names.
Yes, Mushkan and many others didn't want...
For obvious reasons.
So.
If that's all you need to know...
Yes, Doctor. We took up a lot of your time.
Thank you so much.
Let's go, Javed.
Who knew this is what we'd find out?
I never imagined she'd be associated with the infamous incident of '72.
Sir, there's something I don't get.
What?
The incident happened in 1972. Right?
Then how old is Mushkan right now?
-She would be 72-73 years... -Right, round about that.
But Chanda told me that the woman is around 35 years old.
(title song)
BETTER BE CHEF THAN SORRY
This incident...
In the year 19...
In the year 1972.
You probably weren't even born then, right?
What's wrong? Can't speak?
No problem.
I'll answer all your questions.
I was 23 years old then.
That's your first...
You're much younger so I'm dropping the formalities.
That answers your first question.
Next question, what did I do with them?
Look, I didn't call the first guy.
He came here himself.
He ate at my restaurant and then came to meet me.
He was going gaga over the food.
He'd often come here without telling anyone.
He was a great guy, you know.
One day, right here in this house...
We were just chatting.
Suddenly, something came over him.
And I reciprocated.
Got carried away.
His smell, his body...
I noticed a wound on his back.
A strange instinct kicked in.
I ripped off the Band-Aid.
The colour and texture of human flesh...
the smell that kept me alive for four months...
It all came back to me with a jolt.
I immediately got distracted.
My addiction overpowered my lust.
But he couldn't accept it.
He forced himself on me.
So I was compelled to...
Then I thought since he's dead anyway I shouldn't waste him.
So I ate his flesh.
Quite some time after that, found another one.
I made it easy for him. Led him on.
Then I lured him here under some pretense.
Exactly the way I lured the other two.
Actually, I get confused.
It's a problem.
There's no dearth of humans.
But still, sometimes I'm tempted by certain people.
I mean, I start craving.
Oops! Sorry.
I'll help you.
Hello, Nirupam?
The woman you're chasing...
...is not Mushkan.
You got that?
Hello?
Nirupam, can you hear me?
Hello? Hello?
Hello, Chanda?
Are you okay?
Chanda?
Hello?
What happened, sir?
Chanda's not responding.
I just...heard some muffled sounds and then silence.
-Call the SP of Sundarpur right away. -Yes, sir.
-Ask him to find out where Chanda is. -Hmm.
-We need to know if he's okay. Hurry. -Right, sir.
-Go ahead. I'll talk to the doctor again. -Yes, sir.
-Uh, sorry... -Did you leave something behind?
No, I need to talk to you about something important.
Can I come in?
-Sure. -Thank you.
So, Mr. Chanda.
Do you think I'm someone else?
Not Mushkan?
I have no intentions of wasting you.
You smell really nice.
A little bit of oregano, a light Thousand Island dressing...
...marinated with tamarind and pepper.
You'll be delicious.
I had lightly sauteed the first guy with honey mustard sauce.
It wasn't just me.
Everyone who tasted it loved it.
Everyone who ate my restaurant got a taste of him.
I don't like eating it all myself.
There's pleasure in treating others too, right?
So, Mr. Chanda.
How did you like eating them?
Oh no!
You're unwell.
I was joking about serving it at my restaurant.
Just kidding.
The food tastes good...
because of my cooking and experiments.
No, Mr. Chanda.
A successful woman doesn't necessarily mean she's a whore or a witch.
But yes...
I had to eat them.
Not all the parts, though.
I won't need all the parts of your body either.
How can this happen? How is it possible?
Medical science offers no explanation.
At least, not yet.
What had Mushkan told you exactly?
I already told you.
They had to eat their co-passengers' bodies to survive.
As a medical student, it was Mushkan's responsibility to ascertain...
which organs of the human body were safe for consumption.
Coincidentally, she had been consuming...
one particular part of the human body for days.
But she didn't see the changes immediately.
Yes, her nerves had become stronger.
She had new-found energy and vigor.
But this transition...
The lack of changes in her body as she grew older...
She caught on to it a long time after being rescued.
No, I don't get this.
Which part of the human body did Mushkan eat?
She didn't say.
And she never will.
Because according to her...
if this becomes known, there'll be chaos.
Utter chaos.
People might turn into animals in order to eat human flesh.
Who wouldn't want eternal youth?
All the scientific research in the world for the elixir...
for eternal youth is hidden inside the human body?
Hmm.
Organ transplant...
Or bone-marrow transplant...
Transplant of different parts of the body, blood transfusion...
The procedures that can give someone a new life.
It follows the same principle, right?
Yes, that's what she said.
So after the Andes, the five missing persons for Mushkan ...
I don't know about that.
But I can say this much.
She became addicted to that particular part of the human body.
In the last 40-45 years...
Mushkan has aged only eight years.
The doctor who came from USA to join our hospital.
He wanted Mushkan to tell him what that particular organ is.
But Mushkan never told him.
That's when the guy spread this news throughout the hospital.
Sir.
The Sundarpur SP said that Chanda sir went to that woman's house.
He tried calling him but no one answered.
I've told him to raid her house with a police force immediately.
But you said Mushkan was being interrogated in police custody.
CBI custody is portable.
We can turn anywhere into our custody and interrogate.
Then all the best.
Because as far as I know Mushkan, she will either kill your man...
...or kill herself.
But she will never get caught.
(song playing)
(singing)
Soon you'll fall asleep, Mr. Chanda.
No more words, no more proof, no more spying.
And no way to tell anyone my story.
Farewell, my friend.
Shefali, send your brother upstairs.
I know he's taken shelter in your room.
I gave him a job when you asked me.
What I'm saying now is for his own good.
There's police outside the house.
If he stays here, he'll get caught.
Send him upstairs. I'll see that he escapes safely.
I heard what you did.
Why did you kill the informer?
That bastard had seen everything.
He had found out everything.
Found out what?
That I stole skeletons and sold them.
Hmm.
There's police outside the house.
You'll get caught if you stay here.
I'll help you escape.
But only if you do as I say.
Just one job.
-Any idea what's going on inside? -No, sir.
-There's radio silence. -I think something's wrong.
-Is there a back gate? -I don't know. I came with you.
Hey, make way. Let sir through.
-Sir is here. -What's the matter?
-Why haven't you gone in yet? -I just got here, sir.
-What about the guards on duty? -They're right here.
-Sir. -Sir. The gate is locked from inside.
-We tried knocking it down but-- -Ah! You talk too much.
-Do what you need, to open the gate. -Or else we've to break it down.
-Hurry up! -I don't think we can break it down.
Then try climbing over the boundary wall.
Hey, split up into two groups and try to enter the house.
-Quick, quick, quick! -Go!
Let's go, fast.
Hey...
Did you hear any noise from inside?
-No, it was absolutely silent. -Oh.
They kept me posted over the phone.
Nothing happened after Mr. Chanda entered.
Huh?
-Sir, the house is on fire. -What?
-A fire broke out inside. -What the hell?
Hey! Stop!
Where's the key?
Where is it?
Give me the key! Where the hell is it?
Let's move!
-Hurry up and open the gates. -Sir.
Shut up!
Sir, the fire hasn't spread to the ground floor yet.
-Should I check inside? -Go, quick!
Come on, let's go.
(indistinct chatter)
(indistinct shrieking)
-Who's screaming? -Mush...
-What's inside? -Don't know who's screaming.
-And who set the house on fire? -Huh?
God knows what happened to Nirupam.
Let's ask the watchman.
-Hey, listen. -No point asking him.
He's mute, can't speak.
Call the fire brigade.
Yes, sir.
But the house will be razed by the time they get here.
Quick, quick, quick.
Hey!
What's going on here?
Sir, he's desperate to go back into the house.
-Is he crazy? -Looks like it.
He can see the house is on fire.
You said he's mute. Seems blind too.
Hmm.
(indistinct chatter)
-What did you see? -All gates are locked, sir.
No one behind the house. But I think someone's on the ground floor.
-Tell them to come out. -Yes.
Hey, open the door and come out!
Just come out.
Don't you move! Hey!
Help!
Save me! Oh my God!
Hey, stop!
-Help me! -Put out the fire!
Is she crazy?
(indistinct screaming)
Hold him tight!
Hey, move!
Don't let him come near me.
That witch set me on fire!
-Save me! -Take the maid to the hospital fast.
-Go, hurry up. -Take her in one of our cars.
-Help me! -Put out the fire!
Move it!
Hey, take my car. Hurry up.
(indistinct chatter)
-Sir. -Yes?
-I sent her to the hospital in my car. -Good. Very good.
-But don't know what to do now. -Yes but...
I don't know either, Tapan.
We can't even enter the house. The fire has spread everywhere.
Hmm... Who knows what happened to Nirupam?
Hello?
Yes.
Yes, I got here as soon as possible.
But it's too late.
Too late.
The girl probably...
...committed suicide.
The house is blazing.
Doesn't look like anyone's alive inside.
-Stop struggling! -Hey!
Hey, he's...
Uff!
Thank God.
Mrs. Zuberi survived.
She's not Mushkan Zuberi.
She's the maid.
Huh?
Who was that?
(song playing)