I Don't Want to Sleep Alone (2006) - full transcript

Forest fires burn in Sumatra; a smoke covers Kuala Lumpur. Grifters beat an immigrant day laborer and leave him on the streets. Rawang, a young man, finds him, carries him home, cares for him, and sleeps next to him. In a loft above lives a waitress. She sometimes provides care and attention. More violence seems a constant possibility. They find another man abandoned on the street, paralyzed. They carry him. While no one speaks to each other, sounds dominate: coughing, cooking, coupling, opening bags; music and news reports on a radio, the rattle and buzz of a restaurant. It's dark in the city at night. We see down hallways, through doors, down alleys. Who sleeps with whom?

Everyone stand up!
Put your hands together!

Now tell me, do you want money?
-Yes!

Do you want money or not?
-Yes I want more!

One, two, money!

See?

You want it too?
-Yes!

Where do you live?
-I live in Puchong.

I want more, more money!

In Puchong? How much do you want?
-Five thousand!

That's a little too much
-It's for my trip back to my hometown.

I see. Where is your hometown?
-In Bangladesh.



Bangladesh, so you came by plane?

How much do you want?
-I want fifty thousand!

Fifty thousand?
-I want a house, some goats, everything

I can offer you fifty.
Don't be greedy...

Where's the money? It doesn't work!
-Of course it does. Be patient!

It won't happen all at once.
-It's not fair, I want it too!

I'll give you numbers.
-I don't bet on numbers.

I'll give them to you. Hold on!

Do you want too?
-Yes, yes...

Numbers... Don't be afraid!

Ok. I'm not afraid.

Are you satisfied?
-Yes!

Let's shout one more time. Everyone!

Shout for money. Alright?



Stand up! Come on.

On the count of three.

One, two, three, shout for money.

Ready? One, two, three, money!

If we don't win, we'll come tomorrow.

Don't worry. I?m not cheating vou.

Just do it. Even your friend has paid.

Is this amount enough?

Yes! I think so.

Perfect!

We'll definitely win tomorrow!

Thank you!

Come to me if you don't win.

Don't worry. If you win, don't come.

If I don't win tomorrow, I?ll come.

Really? Can we come tomorrow?

Don't worry. I?m not cheating vou.

You must have the faith to win.

Everyone has paid. It's simple.

I?m confident too.
I guarantee you?ll win.

But they never come back to me.
They won and became rich.

I have only 2O Ringgits.

Show it to me.

Here it is.

I?ll give you two numbers. Aright?

Are you sure about this?
-Of course!

If you?re scared, take 5 Ringgits back.

I will still give you two numbers.
You have the face of a fortunate man!

Trust me, don't worry. Don't open it!

Open it at home.

Place your bets tomorrow and you?ll win!
If there's a problem, I?ll come tomorrow.

What about the numbers?
-Where's your money?

But this is paper.
I?ve given you the numbers.

I?ve prayed and consulted the gods.

How can you give me a blank paper?

Speak up! What race are you?
Don't know?

You must be Chinese.
-You don't know?

Hey, money. You got money?

Money, money, money.
Baht, baht.

Peso? You have nothing?

What's wrong with you?

Nothing? Search his pockets.

Quick! Hand it over!

Open it up! Turn around!

Slowly, don't rush.

Hurry guys, search him!

No money. You bastard!

He doesn't even understand Malay.

Nothing at all. Not a single cent!

Who brought him here? Was it you?

He followed us. Must be a crook.

I?ve even prayed to the gods.

There's nothing!
-Nothing at all?

Doesn't he have a wallet?

There's nothing at all...

Hey, say something!
-What do we do, boss?

Say something! Can't you speak?

Are you ok?
-Yes, no problem.

Hold on!

Are you sure you?re ok?

Where are we going with this?

Turn here.
-This way.

Alright, alright...

A pocket full of uncooked rice

And six little birds

Put into a cooking wok,

when they are cooked,

the birds will sing.

They must be tasty

for they are for the king

the king is in the house

doing his accounts

while the queen is in the kitchen

eating bread with sugar

the maidens are by the pond

drying the flour in the sun

a little blackbird comes

And pecks her little nose

A pocket full of uncooked rice

And six little birds

Put into a cooking wok

when they are cooked

the birds will sing

They must be tasty

for they are for the king

the king is in the house

doing his accounts

while the queen is in the kitchen

eating bread with sugar

the maidens are by the pond

We're almost there!

It?s heavy!

Are you ok?

Just hear with it!

I?ll buy you supper afterwards.

Let's cross the road.

Look out on the right!

Ok, now turn right.

Watch out for traffic,

Hurry up! Can't you see the traffic?

Someone fainted.

None of our business!

Wait for a moment!

Be careful!

Slowly!

Come in here.

We can cross over.

Put him down!

Bring the medicine Shiva! Have we any?

Medicine!

Yes, we do!

Hassan! Can you bring the medicine?

Hassan!

What medicine is this?

This medicine is incredible. Really.

Why did you bring him hack?

Because he collapsed on the road.

So we brought him hack...

Poor guy, living on the road all alone.

We can't let the Chinese landlady know.

We'll he in trouble if she knows.

No problem, I?ll speak to her.

Who is he anyway?

It's very effective herbal syrup!

Drink up...

Hold him up!

Drink this...

Where are you going?
Hold on, hold on!

You can't go down from here!
Where are you going?

jasmine bud jasmine

jasmine bud jasmine

When the gentle breeze blows it opens,

its eyes as the lover sees,

the nectar flows,

takes her hands gently,

and holds around the shoulder
like a garland.

Jasmine bud Jasmine,

when the gentle breeze blows,

it opens its eyes as the lover

sees the nectar flow,

and takes her hands gently,

and holds around the shoulder
like a garland.

In the golden evening sunset,

got stuck with the evening,

the pottu can the young heart bear it?

Jasmine bud Jasmine,

the tender fingers touch
the musical cord,

the music keeps coming out
from the heart,

and jumps on to vein...

- Exactly how often
should we change our mattresses?

We should change it
every 5 to 1O years.

An old mattress that's lost its supporting
Ability, can be detrimental to your health.

Below are some signs
of an ageing mattress.

You?ll get back aches
when you wake up.

Also, when you often wake up
feeling very tired and still feel sleepy,

as if you didn't have enough sleep.
-I feel the same when I buy a new bed.

You may have trouble falling asleep too.
-That is so bad.

Also the mattress gets noisy and smells bad.

It will smell bad too?
-Yes.

And lastly, if the mattress
appears sunken...

What do you want to eat?
-Nas Kandar.

Have you given them their food?

I'll do it.

Do you want a drink?

Yes, I need water.

No, no thanks.
You don't want water?

No, I don't want it.

He doesn't want a drink.

Shiva, wake up.
What is it?

Wake up and sleep over there.

What?
Go sleep at your usual spot.

Who's coming?
Just get up and move over there.

Hurry up.
Hold on, hold on.

I'II move. You're such a pain.
Always bringing strangers here to sleep.

My pitiful love, my pitiful love.

What is pitiful love
but an execution ground?

Tears, death, misery and a fair lady,

ridden by love and drowned by sorrow,

Sorrow in acts of kindness
and of righteousness,

a drop of kindness
for a million sorrows,

I didn't know myself,
so I sought the wisdom of Buddha,

But now, I learn the truth.
What is the use of praying?

Why even bother seeking
Buddha's help?

Oh fly! Fly away!

Fly oh Sister Hong!
Hurry, fly back to me.

I'll follow you through great storms.

And if I still can't find you,

I'd rather wear my monk's robes,

and rest in my coffin.

Piao Hong! Piao Hong....!

I vow to bring you back.

If you fly to the skies,
I will fly to the skies.

If you sink to the ocean floor,
I will sink to the ocean floor.

So, let it be, oh Sister!

Piao Hong! Piao Hong!

My voice is weakened
and my body frail,

but you are still not in sight.

Only the waves keep rolling by,

if not for you,

I would have flown,

into the depths

of an alligator?s belly.

If not for you 'Sister Piao Hong',

I would have sunk into the ocean

deep under water,

pity this pitiful monk.

I cry and I cry

but no one responds.

Sigh, my love,

pity this pitiful monk.

If you'd like to support this song,
please vote for aI10 10170.

That's aI10, space, 10170,
Or just send me a text.

You know, there is a saying?

What is it?

Plum Blossom river
is full of beauties,

like tens of thousands
of plum blossoms.

The composer is Yao In,

Yao Li's older brother.

Right. And the lyricist is Chen Ge Xin.

This song is very meaningful.

Chen supposedly wrote it for himself.

He was in love
with Lee Hsiang-Lan then.

Chen is said to have been very
handsome.

Unfortunately, he was already engaged,

or maybe even married.

You can imagine what it was like then.

Very conservative.

It was an ill-fated romance.

Besides, Lee Hsiang-Lan
was a mega star.

That's why he wrote the song.

It was first called 'Untimely Romance'.

Back in those days,
there were very few male singers.

So Lee Hsiang-Lan sang it in the end,
and the title was changed to suit her.

A spring breeze in the winter night,

awakens my heart with a ripple.

Although only a brief moment
of warmth,

who can forget this dream
we've lost?

It's prettier here. Look outside.

Come over here, Mystery.

That's the taxi and bus stop over there.

Restaurants and banks.
Very convenient.

The houses here are all well designed.

Some of them have even been
renovated.

It needs upgrading. It's not worth it.

Don't worry, Mr Tan is a rich man.

Can I have a copy of the Land deed?

Of course, no problem.

You can check with the Land Office.

You only think about seeing the house.
Where will your brother live then?

Will your wife look after him?

You never come to visit us.
Except with a big group of strangers.

I'm tired of seeing you.

We'll talk about this later.

All the sweetness,
regrets and sorrows

are beyond any spoken words.

A room for two?

I need your ID,

a passport will do.

No, I need your passport.

The fire is sometimes 3m underground.

More time is needed to put out the fire.

On the other hand,
the local police suspect that the fire

may have been started by illegal workers
who burn their rubbish in the open.

These foreign construction workers
live in makeshift houses nearby.

Police are investigating the suspects.

A government spokesperson pointed out,

the main cause of the haze is not
the fires at the Putra Jaya plantations,

but forest fires in neighbouring Sumatra.

The North-western winds
carried the smoke,

and brought it to the Kiang river area.

Government Minister Sazmi bin Miah says,

the Government
will not blame Indonesia,

for their annual forest fires
that brought about the haze.

But he urges the Indonesian
Government,

to Look actively into ways
to curb this problem in the future.

The Red Cross Society is handing out
gas masks to the public,

as the PSI index
has risen to above 650.

The sharp increase in demand caused
a shortage in gas mask supplies.

What if they're sold out?
-I'II stay at home and read the news.

What about you, madam?
-I'II make one myself with a handkerchief.

So you aren't afraid to go out?
-I just won't breathe in the haze.

Just so I hear your voice,

I waited all winter and summer,

just so I can catch your glance,

I waited all night without rest.

You're like a fragrant flower's heart,

and I am the petals that surround you.

When I hear news of your arrival,

I break into tears.

I long to hold your hand,

and chain you with little earrings.

You are a lotus
in the pond of my heart,

consuming my water in your thirst.

Just so we can exchange vows,
I waited till autumn had come.

I hide timidly from your bright eyes,

even amidst clouds of whirling dust,

I can find you easily.

My true heart tells me,

when I realize this is an eternal myth,

my true heart will melt away.

I need you.

What is it?

Come, let me help you.

Come on.

It's very heavy.

I want to stay in your arms,

because you are the only one for me.

Winter has gone and spring is here,
bridges are filled with flowers again.

Can?t you see the pairs of butterflies?

I want to tell you that I love you.

You have filled the space in my heart.

Spring in Jiang Nan is lovely in March.

Can you hear the canaries
singing of love?