Malu (无马之日)

Lan.

It's me.

Your sister.

Towards the end, did she suffer?

There were a few things I wanted to say to her.

If she were sitting right here,

do you know what I would say?

You're pathetic!

I pity you!

I lived a life so much more interesting than yours!

I was so happy when Grandma took me away!

Too bad she's dead.

I can't say these words to her.

Lan.

Go, pack your stuff.

Make yourself at home.

We tie this firmly this way.

See? It's like a butterfly.

Lan, mama loves you. You know that, right?

Hong, come over.

Come over, now.

Come over.

- Come over! - No.

Come over.

- No! - Stay still!

I don't want this.

Please stop!

It hurts!

It hurts so much, mom!

Please don't.

Stop it, mom...

No, stop!

That was rubbish.

Teacher, be stricter to her

Grandma.

What is it?

Does getting older make you sad?

What do you mean? I'm not old.

The older we are,

the wiser we become.

There are more things to remember.

There's nothing to be sad about.

The world we live in is becoming messier.

People...

are getting so much more complicated.

People care about things they shouldn't care about.

Forgetting about things they should never forget.

I'm actually really happy.

As everything continues going downhill,

I won't be around to see it.

This is the script for tomorrow's audition.

"What has become of my past

"and where is it?

"I used to be young,

"happy, clever,

"I used to be able to think

"and frame clever ideas,

"Before,

"the present and future seemed to be full of hope.

"Why do we, almost before we have begun to live,

"become dull, gray, uninteresting, lazy,

"apathetic, useless, unhappy?"

Mama, I'll take you to the hospital.

No, don't.

Hospital...

Don't leave me behind.

I won't, I'll stay with you.

I'll stay by your side, mama.

Don't be afraid.

That's 2 ringgit.

My mother wants to see you.

What do you really want? Bitch! Speak up!

Get your hands off me!

Some small change I owed her that night. Take it, take it, take it!

Mama.

For me?

Do you like it?

I'm constantly reminded, when I look up at the sky and there's an airplane.

Question...

how can something like that disappear.

I appeal to all of our partners to continue volunteering

any and all information

that could help with the investigation

and the search for MH370.

When you were a kid, you loved listening to my stories.

I had to tell you all kinds of stories

to convince you to go out and catch crabs with me.

I sound like an old woman,

always talking about the past.

I feel as if I have lived through several lifetimes.

Remember how when we were kids, each day would feel so long?

Those long, endless afternoons...

Do you hate me?

Twenty years...

Do you blame me for not seeing you and mom after Grandma took me away?

That we lost twenty years?

That's great. I'm relieved.

I just want you to talk to me, that's all.

We could talk about anything, you know?

Do you like the colour of this bed?

What should we have for supper?

Do you want to drink something?

Just tell me anything!

I guess you do hate me.

Little Lan?

Little Lan.

It doesn't hurt anymore.

I'm okay now.

This will not separate us, you know?

Little Lan,

don't hate me.

Mama.

What did you say?

Don't hate me.

You know I don't.

Even when I close my eyes,

there's no darkness.

There's just a blinding light.

And both of you.

Please don't hate me.

Even if I were to die,

all I want

is for you to be happy.

Yes.

I understand, mama.

But it's just so difficult!

What has become of my past

and where is it?

I used to be young, happy, clever.

I used to be able to think

and frame clever ideas.

Before,

the present and future

seemed to be full of hope.

We barely begin to live,

and all of a sudden,

we're old

and boring

and lazy

and useless

and unhappy.

This town has been here for two hundred years,

and it has 100,000 people in it.

Not one of whom is in any way different from the others.

There has never been,

now or any other time.

Where is the leader?

Where is the scholar?

Where is the artist

who can arouse envy

or a passionate desire to be emulated?

Okay.

Next.

Lately, I've been having very strange dreams.

I dreamt that we both became adults.

I saw a lot of shrimps placed outside the houses.

Yes, the dried shrimps.

Dried shrimps? Who exactly are making them?

On this island,

the husbands catch the shrimps, the wives dry them.

The wives have to do it, but it's a tough job.

Our younger villagers would rather leave the island.

They'd rather move to Kuala Lumpur, huh?

It's a dying industry.

Hello?

Yes?

Did this place change much?

No, it's still the same.

How can that be possible?

It's been so long already.

You saw the tour group from China just now?

Apparently, a few months ago,

a Chinese film crew came here for a shoot.

Huge group. Booked every single hostel here for 3 months.

Even the local assistant director made 20,000-30,000 ringgit a month.

China's loaded, man.

He was probably just exaggerating.

Someone I knew just died.

Don't you ever get tired of this?

What is it, Hong?

Where's your little sister?

Why aren't you looking after her?

You have your passport?

Warm clothes? Boots?

What's the weather like in Japan now?

If it weren't for the rehearsals I would have come along.

Ms. Junko Takamine? Please come in.

Her appearance might be a shock.

Can you confirm that it's her?

Is she your sister?

Our condolences.

Cause of death is marked as strangulation.

She said she was from China.

But to some others, she said she was from...

Taiwan or Hong Kong.

No one knew where she really came from.

When was the last time you saw her?

It's been a few years.

Quite a while.

Did she ever talk to you?