All language subtitles for Kidlat Tahimik - Perfumed Nightmare (Bootleg - Unrated Version)~(English with English Subs)

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 ten 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.

PERFUMED NIGHTMARE

A film by Kidlat Tahimik

This is the Voice of America.

For specific information concerning
these English language programs...

Write to:
Voice of America, Washington DC, USA.

Get involved in the Bicentennial!
Get into America, by getting...

Good morning!
Darling of my life!

I've been talking with
John Hammersmith of NASA...

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 Mr. Voice of America:

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.

Dear Voice of America:

Where can I get an autographed
picture of Wernher von Braun?

That was 600 million dollars,
which was about...

the same expenditure
for the Mars Viking lander.

However, the Apollo program,

was much more expensive. Perhaps
20 times that at 20 billion dollars.

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 anni-ver-sary...

of the Apollo XI landing on the moon.

The answer to your question:

The first words said by
American astronaut on the moon...

That's one small step for man...

one gee-ant leap...

for man... ki...

man... ki...

man... ki... Mankeend!

One geeant leap for mankeend!

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 is 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.

...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.

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
airport remarks on his arrival:

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 in 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 twelve million dollars
we became US military property.

Yes, Kidlat.

For twelve million dollars
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.

Fifteen 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 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?

Children! Concentrate!

Last day of 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.

Welcome to France.
Do you have anything to declare?

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 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 Sacr� 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.

Quartier Latin: 543.

Bastille: That's the communist quartier!

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... Twelve 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 Wernher von Braun Club:

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
5000 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.

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.

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 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 into 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.

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.

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!

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!

Three hundred people.
That's half of my village!

Today, world leaders
started arriving in Paris...

for the inauguration
of the supermarket.

The big question is:

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?

Congratulations,
children of the fatherland!

The day of glory has arrived!

Liberty! Equality! Brotherhood!

Supermarket!

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 friends 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...
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.

subtitles: scalisto for KG