All language subtitles for Mababangong bangungot (Perfumed.Nightmare) (1977).English

This is the
bridge to our village.

It is the only way into Balian.

And it is the only way out.

Our bridge is three meters
wide and 10 meters long.

It is our bridge of life.

The Spanish soldiers built the bridge

after destroying the original

bamboo bridge built by my grandfather.

Then the U.S. Army Engineers

wanted to widen it for
the military convoys,

but they failed because of the

strong winds of Amok mountain nearby.

The bridge is used by everybody.

It is used by those who make big profits.

And it is also used by those
who make small profits.

I first tried to cross the bridge alone

when I was three years old.

I am Kidlat Tahimik.

I choose my vehicle and
I can cross this bridge.

The bridge is also used

by promoters of Miss Universe Contest.

Again, I tried to cross
the bridge by myself

when I was four years old.

I am Kidlat Tahimik.

I choose my vehicle and
I can cross any bridge.

The bridge is used by the leaders

who promote discipline and uniformity.

It is used also by the followers.

It is our bridge of life.

Today I am still trying to
make that final crossing...

to freedom.

I am Kidlat Tahimik.

I choose my vehicle and
I can cross all bridges.

Ah yes, there is another
way out of the village.

It is the bridge used by my grandfather

when he left Balian after 95 years

of making bamboo huts.

I am a Jeepney driver.

To earn my living I need both bridges.

Sunday is good business.

Plenty passengers.

Even God needs transportation.

This
is the Voice of America.

For specific information
concerning the times

of these Voice of America
English language programs,

Voice of America, Washington DC, USA.

Get
involved in the Bicentennial!

Get into America, by getting...

- Good morning!

Darling of my life!

Get into America

by getting into the bicentennial.

I've been talking

with John Hammersmith of NASA,

the National Aeronautics
and Space Administration,

about the American space program.

The book is called
Man's Conquest of Space.

So if you have space
questions, send them in to us.

It's the Breakfast Show,

Voice of America, Washington...

Dear

Since I have my transistor radio

I listen to you every day.

However, in 1969,

during the Apollo moon landing,

I had no radio then.

What were the first words your

great American astronaut said

when they landed on the moon?

Can you please play it for me?

Yours truly, Kidlat Tahimik.

President of the Wernher von
Braun Fan Club of Balian.

I do not dream of
Disneyland anymore, Mama.

I dream of Cape Canaveral.

Where can I get an autographed

picture of Wernher von Braun?

That was $600 million,

which was about the
same type of expenditure

for the Mars Viking lander.

However, the Apollo program,

was much more expensive.

Perhaps 20 times that at $20 billion.

My
most important passenger

is San Marcos, patron saint of Balian.

It is said that when the Americans

were bombing the Japanese in the war,

San Marcos protected us

from the mad American bombs.

I bring San Marcos to church
every day, with his lion.

I know, that when there
will be an atomic war,

San Marcos will protect
me from the H bomb.

Attention!
Attention!

Attention!
Order, please.

Members of the Wernher von
Braun Club, silence please.

Silence!

I congratulate you for the bold decision

in the last meeting to
accept women members.

Let us welcome the new

female members into the club!

Come, you can give a
better welcome than that!

We have just received a letter
from the Voice of America.

I'll read you the letter.

Congratulations!

We have selected your
question to be read on Sunday,

which is the anniversary

of the Apollo XI landing on the moon.

The first words said by

That's one small step for man...

one gee-ant leap...

for man... ki...

man... ki...

man... ki...

Mankeend!

Mankeend!

One geeant leap for mankeend!

10,
9, ignition sequence start.

Six, five, four, three, two, one, zero.

All engines running.

Liftoff!

We have a liftoff.

Landing on the moon.

I'm going
to step off the LEM now.

That's one small step for man...

one giant leap for mankind.

I must
tell Kaya about my dream.

Kaya is my best friend.

Kaya learned from my grandfather
how to build bamboo huts

that can resist typhoon winds.

Even the angriest winds of Amok Mountain.

Today, nobody will learn
the bamboo art from him.

They all want to go to
engineering schools in Manila.

Kidlat,
one day you will come to know

to the quiet strength of bamboo.

When
I was a child we were all

afraid of Kaya because of his tattoos.

One day, the first
American fighter jets came.

I ran, terrified.

I found myself in the embrace

of the butterfly on his chest.

I lost my fear of flying
machines, and we became friends.

Oi, Kaya!

Today is the birthday
of Wernher von Braun.

Don't you know Wernher von Braun?

He's that American immigrant

who invented the rockets to the moon!

I didn't learn that in school.

I learned that from Voice of America.

Ah, yes, Kaya.

I dreamt once again of the white carabao.

Kaya, why is the eye of
the white carabao so cold?

The
white carabao is rare.

It is born against nature.

The white carabao is beautiful,

but inside it's cold and aggressive.

One day, Kidlat, you will understand

that the beauty of the white carabao

is like the sweetness of the chewing gum

the American soldiers gave you.

Still the fastest,

most economical way to the USA.

Still the fastest,

most economical way to the USA.

Contact Philippine Airlines.

...is now one of the most

the popular attractions of the new

National Air and Space
Museum here in Washington.

In the central hall,
the Spirit of St. Louis

hangs just yards from the original

Wright Bros. Plane from Kittyhawk,

throwing shadows on
Mercury and Gemini capsules

and on the Apollo XI command module.

Visitors can walk through a Skylab,

and peer at the Apollo-Soyuz link-up

of American and Soviet spaceships.

My
favorite passenger is Adlem.

The richest woman in Balian
and the owner of the factory.

Do you know?

Adlem is the first person in the village

to ride in an airplane.

Wow, I love to hear her
speak of her flight.

Sometimes, instead of taking money,

I ask her to repeat the
story of how it feels

to fly in the sky.

My sister Alma, she is smart.

She goes her own way.

Not like the boys...

always competing.

Good
evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Now the latest news.

Today world leaders arrived

to attend the Te Deum ceremonies

for a dying dictator.

The Generalissimo finally died
after severe loss of energy.

He was 80 years old.

In another summit meeting,
here just south of Manila,

international Scout leaders
arrived on Jamboree Island,

to discuss international inflation.

The American delegate...

The American delegate
was the last to arrive.

There was general agreement

on most of the American proposals.

Except the last demand.

- I think the American delegation

should be in charge of the project.

If America cannot lead this project,

American funds are withdrawn.

♫ Oh say can you see

♫ By the dawn's early light

♫ What so proudly we hailed

♫ At the twilight's last...

- Will the organization survive

without American participation?

Hi Joe, got some chewing gum?

Manila!

Stop. Stop!

I can't stand pigs.

Day number four

for Secretary Kissinger, inside Africa.

After having enunciated a
new US policy toward Africa,

the Secretary had these

There is the
search for racial justice.

There is the attempt by
outside power to divide Africa

into hostile blocks.

And there is the need of African nations

to achieve progress.

And there is the need

of African nations to achieve progress.

And there is the need

of African nations to achieve progress.

And there is the need

of African nations to achieve progress.

How far to Manila?

We are 20 km from Manila.

Kidlat, who would you want

to meet most in America?

In America, I would like

to meet Wernher von Braun.

The man who built the bridge to the moon.

Kidlat, why do
you admire America so much?

Because in America
I could become an astronaut.

Here, I am only a jeepney driver.

All these
bright-colored taxis,

where do they come from?

These are vehicles of war

which we made into vehicles of life.

This is Sarao Motors.

The biggest Filipino car manufacturer.

Despite the oil crisis,
Sarao increased car

production by 20 % from last year.

Today, Sarao rolls out
five jeepneys per week.

An old jeepney never dies.

It finds its way into
a hundred new jeepneys.

Kidlat.

Kidlat, I want to bring a Philippine-

made jeepney with me when I leave.

I think I might just bring

a Philippines chauffeur along.

Alma, look what I brought you!

An Americano gave me dollars.

Alma, you are the master of your vehicle.

Only you can tell it where to go.

So, Kidlat, you
go with the Americano?

You're like your father.

Fascinated by the white man's smile.

- Do not worry, Mama.

I will become rich in America

and I will take you away from here.

Kidlat, your father
was a happy taxi driver.

He always sang as he worked.

One day, a smiling
stranger gave him a rifle.

"The bridge to your freedom,

"Your vehicle to freedom.

"We will help you with your

"revolution against the Spanish tyrants."

Said the smiling Americano.

Your father stopped singing.

He fought in the revolution and the

days of the Spaniards were numbered.

When the Spaniards surrendered,
your father sang again.

As he sang the sweet song of victory,

the Americans were buying us in Paris.

Your singing father tried to enter

liberated Manila at the San Juan bridge.

He was stopped by an American sentry.

It was his last song.

From the butt of your father's
rifle I carved this horse.

"Killed for trespassing on US property".

Was the military report
attached to his corpse.

For $12 million we became
US military property.

Yes, Kidlat.

For $12 million, they
bought your soul and mine.

That was the official military version

of your father's death.

The facts are suppressed
to hide our true strength.

Kidlat, it's time you know the truth.

I was there.

I saw it all happen.

He did not need his rifle.

Your father took a deep breath.

He blew with a fury that
knocked the guard down.

He's stronger than the winds
of Amok Mountain, Kidlat.

15 more Americans fell

before they finally stopped your father.

Kidlat, when the typhoon blows off

its cocoon, the butterfly
embraces the sun.

The sleeping typhoon
must learn to blow again.

Kaya, I now recall.

I first saw the white
carabao somewhere here.

Many years ago, on the
day that I became a man.

Leandro was the first to volunteer.

I was no hero.

My balls jingled like ice cream bells.

Hermes had a hard time.

My best friend Eric
went through it quietly.

When your best friend goes through hell,

it is difficult to remain behind.

My turn came next.

At the end of the day,
five of us had become men.

While they were hammering at me,

I could not take my eyes
off a strange leafless tree.

The white carabao stared
so coldly, I felt no pain.

We're leaving on Sunday,
the Americano and I.

He takes me to Paris,
where his business is.

He said we stay there for a year

and then we go to New York.

I need a passport photo, passport photo.

I need six passport photos.

Passport? I don't know what's a passport.

He just said six passport photos.

I must thank the Virgin Mary.

I will push my jeepney all day.

O' holy Mary!

Thank you for granting my prayers!

Forgive me for not beating
myself as in previous years.

We leave on Sunday, my wounds
would not heal on time.

Kidlat, stop apologizing!

You know my job here is a bore.

But there are a few among
you who make my day.

Like Anselmo, the ice cream man.

Every year he likes to play

my son with his cast of thousands.

A real superstar!

Then there is Giorgio, the
biggest sinner in town.

Even with his mask, who
wouldn't recognize him?

And then there is Clara,

vowing annually to give up coconut sweets.

But the moment she hears your
chain gang coming... wow!

The chains flip her appetite.

And you, dear Kidlat.

Remember the first year you wanted to fly?

Can I forget that at five years

you started using the chains,

praying for a toy jet plane?

And last year the thread mask, how sexy!

That year you fell from the
mango tree and broke your back?

You locked yourself in the ice factory.

When they pulled you out,

you were as hard as Judas' prick.

Kidlat, you're okay in my book.

See you in Lourdes, huh?

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

Oh children, concentrate!

Last day now to practice.

One, two, three, four.

Kidlat.

Take this horse on your travels.

One day you might need him

to help you find the path to freedom.

- Thank you beloved friends of Balian.

I can only promise you,

when I become rich in America,

I will donate a traffic
light for our bridge!

Sir, your jeep awaits you

at the customs zone.

Sir, upon disembarking,

proceed to the customs official.

- Come Kidlat, come.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, bridges.

Bridges!

Bridges, bridges, everywhere bridges!

Dearest Mama, I arrived safely in Paris.

You cannot imagine what
world lies out here.

Floors, they walk for you!

Doors open for you!

And so many bridges.

Do you know Paris has 26 bridges?

Why can't we have progress like this?

Your loving son, Kidlat.

Chateau de la France was once

surrounded by beautiful woods.

Today, it's a bit different.

Kidlat, you will live in the North tower.

This is your room, Kidlat.

Unbelievable!

In that small room were enough things

to fill up five bamboo huts!

- Let me show you the
splendid sights of my Paris.

On this side is the Sacre Coeur.

I have 340 machines in that area.

Uh... 341.

Over here, the Eiffel Tower.

You can't see the Eiffel Tower

because of the giant supermarket.

I have 675 machines.

That's Montparnasse, the
tallest building of Paris.

425 machines.

543.

That's the communist quarter!

I have no machines there.

And for your stay here,

I present you a welcome gift.

A pocket camera and
transistor radio combined.

In case you ever get homesick.

This button gives you
American language broadcasts.

You begin working tomorrow.

Ah, how
wonderful to be in paradise.

If only my friends could see me here!

If only I had a friend.

Huh, Two yolks?

Again?

Incredible!

Six eggs, 12 yolks!

I went back to the vendor to ask

why all the eggs had double yolks.

"All my eggs have the same
grandfather", she said.

"Today, everybody gets
cheap synthetic eggs

from that supermarket."

"We are the last merchants
of the Four Seasons".

I looked at the supermarket
and I was frightened.

I told Lola, my mother carved
a horse to remember my father.

"Ah, Kidlat!

"Your mother is wise to know

"a simple tribute is more powerful

"than the giant monuments
of our civilization".

Dear members of the

Thank you for sending me the
annual report of the club.

I think of you often, and
I miss our noisy meetings.

I am happy to hear the club sold

5,000 ice cream cones last month

to make the last money needed
for your Space Day fiesta.

I am sure it will be a big success.

Thank you also for designating me

honorary chairman of the beauty contest.

I regret that I cannot be there to escort

your selected Queen of Progress.

But I will be there in spirit.

The project should be ready in time

for the landing of the Viking on Mars.

Do not worry if the statue
does not look like our hero.

As long as it faces Cape Canaveral.

America is
not far away, Kidlat,

if you work faster.

I've worked a lifetime to
build my chewing gum empire.

The time has come to move on.

I'm buying a blue jeans factory

when I can sell the chewing
gum business profitably.

That's progress, my boy!

First the chewing gum, then the jeans!

And one day, the army jeeps and jets.

Progress, my boy.

Progress!

I practice my French
every day, in the streets.

Today I got my first French kiss.

Bretons give four kisses.

Alsatians give three.

Lola gives me seven French kisses.

Lola was worried.

She spoke of a bad dream.

"Kidlat, I fear it is my last season."

We told Coco, the cherry
vendor, of Lola's bad dream.

When I joked about Lola's
phantom, Coco scolded me.

"Kidlat, Lola's nightmare is no joke.

"What would you do if you were

"the last merchant of the Four Seasons

"and someone took your goods from you?"

Do not worry, Lola.

We'll fight all the egg
phantoms together, huh?

Ah, my first vacation!

The boss gave me one week.

I will make a pilgrimage to
the land of Wernher von Braun.

There was this pregnant Bavarian girl.

She taught me a German word.

"Zwiebel".

"Onion".

"Zwiebelturm".

"Onion tower".

"That Zwiebelturm goes
up on Sunday", she said.

Zwiebel, zwiebel, yah, yah.

Zwee, zwe,

Zwiebel.

When I told them
my jeep was made by hand

they all became sad.

"This is the last handcrafted

"Zwiebelturm", said one old man.

"The next Zwiebelturms
will be factory-made".

Five ready-made plastic
Zwiebelturms per hour.

How strange!

I could not understand how these old men

could be so sentimental
about the old technologies.

As that seven-ton onion
lifted so easily to the sky,

I felt proud to be President
of the Wernher von Braun club.

When I left Germany, the first Kidlat

on this side of the planet had been born.

Lut.

Kid-lut.

Kidlat.

- Kidlat.
- Kidlat.

Kidlat.

Kid-lat.

Kidlat.

Funny, I
thought the baby looked

a little bit like me.

Driving home on the German autobahn

with little Kidlat in my mind.

The jeep went faster, and faster!

And I felt I was getting lighter

and lighter, and lighter!

What a nice feeling!

When I got to Paris,

the supermarket had
grown two blocks longer.

Stop crying, Kidlat!

Stop crying like a baby!

One market vendor less

means one parking space more.

Progress, my boy.

The ghost of progress visited us.

Dear Kidlat, how are you?

Do you remember the forest
where you became a man?

The government razed down the trees

to make way for a new
highway for tourists.

Who will stop this madness?

Viking I has landed

on the surface of Mars, confirmation...

Yesterday I helped your
mother move her house.

We walked all day.

But no matter how far we
walked it was never far enough.

Everywhere we went we could not avoid

the planter of new forest.

Kidlat, one day you will come to know

the quiet strength of bamboo.

"Quiet strength of bamboo".

That is why we have no progress!

Kaya, you still refuse to see

why bamboo art is doomed to extinction.

I am living in a tower
that is 500 years old!

And it will survive another 500

typhoons and earthquakes.

Kaya, you cannot build
rocket ships from bamboo!

10, 9, ignition sequence start,

six, five, four, three,

two, one, zero.

Look there,
Kidlat, by the supermarket.

Those are super chimneys for
burning the garbage of Paris.

An extra service of the supermarket.

Ten super chimneys, Kidlat.

Made of plastic, quickly assembled.

And too close to my chateau for comfort!

We must leave Paris

before those chimneys
start spitting smoke.

Incredible!

Inside a chimney was enough
room for three families!

Imagine, thirty people
living in each chimney!

300 people, that's half of my village!

Today, world
leaders started arriving in Paris

for the inauguration of the supermarket.

Who will be Miss Supermarket of 1976?

I've sold
the chewing gum business!

That's the last machine you load.

You can keep your favorite
chewing gum machine

for a souvenir.

I went to my
favorite chewing gum machine.

I found her empty.

There are many VIP's in town.

You will meet them at my
farewell party tomorrow.

Men more godly than
your Wernher von Braun.

Right after the party we fly to America!

On the Concorde.

You will be the first
Filipino to fly supersonic.

Tomorrow, Kidlat, tomorrow!

You shall be with me in paradise!

Paradise.

Will it be the paradise I prayed for?

Will it be the paradise I dreamed of?

Don't get
too impressed, Kidlat.

Wait until America.

Where everything is even more super!

If the small chimneys work,

why the super chimneys?

If the small markets
work, why supermarkets?

If small airplanes work,
why super flying machines?

Aha, my friend's arriving.

Come, Kidlat, meet my friends.

Big personalities you
hear on your little radio

in the Philippines.

Why is everybody staring at me?

I feel I'm becoming smaller.

Kidlat Tahimik.

The first Filipino to fly supersonic.

I am Kidlat Tahimik.

I am not as small as you think.

Nothing can stop me
from crossing my bridge!

When the typhoon
blows off its cocoon,

the butterfly embraces the sun.

This is the
last will and testament

of Kidlat Tahimik.

And a declaration of independence.

I, Kidlat Tahimik, of my own free will

hereby resign as President of
the Wernher von Braun Club.

And relinquish all rights and duties

as president and founder of the club.

Furthermore, I totally resign
my membership from the club.

This resignation is absolute irrevocable.

And is effective now.

I declare myself independent
from those who would

build bridges to the stars.

Where is your
truest friend, Kidlat?

Where is your real strength?

The sleeping typhoon
must learn to blow again.

I am Kidlat Tahimik.

I choose my vehicle.

I choose my bridge.

When the typhoon
blows off its cocoon

the butterfly embraces the sun.