I extracted these stunning images from a powerpoint presentation forwarded by a friend. I had no idea who painted them - whether it was the work of one or several artists - until someone named Yo left a comment below informing me that these outstanding works were actually by a Russian artist named Vladimir Kush. Thanks, Yo!
HANG TUA (sings to the tune of "Summertime"}:
Tanah Benar
Where the livin' is easy _
Fish are jumpin' (most of the time)
And the jagung is high
The soil is so rich
And the people hardworkin’ (most of the time)
Life is good in Tanah Benar
In every way...
Enter MAK NA with picnic lunch wrapped in banana leaf. She spots her husband and bursts into song picking up the well-known melody:
Oh there you are, Hang Tua!
Hope you're ready for lunch
See what I've brought you
Your favorite nasi lemak!
HANG TUA (beams at her): Mak Na, Mak Na, my dear wife, thank you!
MAK NA (sings):
The phone has been ringing
The whole goddamn morning
I said, "He's at a meeting,
Wouldja like him to call back?"
HANG TUA (sings):
Hey why don't you join me?
It's such a beautiful morning:
The kids are at school
And the weather is cool...
MAK NA: Really, Tua! What kind of penghulu are you? Sitting around fishing when you ought to be in your office growing an ulcer!
HANG TUA: The best kind of course! I believe in legislative minimalism. Don't you?
MAK NA: Mesti lah. I'm your simple and devoted traditional wife what - although I have no idea what it means.
HANG TUA: That's why we call you Mak Na. You always think everything got meaning - mana ada makna, Mak Na!
MAK NA: Hai-ya! You and your bi-lingual puns! Na... eat your nasi lemak.
HANG TUA: Aha! Nasi lemak à la Mak Na!
MAK NA: Alamak, nasi lemak pun ada makna kah?
HANG TUA: Bukan ada makna - tapi boleh makan!
MAK NA: Kan, kan, kan, kan, kan? Well, Abang sayang, you've been fishing for an hour, so how come you belum dapat ikan?
HANG TUA feels a tug on his line and winks at Mak Na.
HANG TUA: Siau-cheh, lai-lai-lai, ni kaan... satu ikan! (He pulls up a rusty sardine tin & reads label:) Apa ni, Lam Soon?
HANG MUDA appears from behind and points at empty sardine tin chortling.
HANG MUDA: Ha ha ha ha ha ha... they got away, didn't they? Ha ha ha ha ha.
HANG TUA (surprised): Hang Muda! You've come home from overseas!
HANG MUDA: Not overseas, across the sky. These are modern times, brother! Hiya, Mak Na! Apa khabar? How's it goin'? How's the kids?
MAK NA: You look the same but you sound so different. How was Dallas?
HANG MUDA: Incredible, man, it wuz incredible!
MAK NA: Cheh! Why you call me a man?
HANG TUA: Welcome home, little brother. Welcome back to Tanah Benar. Had a good flight?
HANG MUDA whips out a remote control and points it at a spot where RAFIQUE THE HUMAN VIDEO CLIP has just materialized. As Rafique sings, Hang Muda struts around like Michael Jackson lip-synching the entire number with moronic zest.
RAFIQUE (sings to the tune of "Back In The USSR"):
Flew in from Los Angeles on MAS
Didn't get to bed last night
The paperbag was on my knee, I made a mess
Man, I had a dreadful flight... but
I'm back in Tanah Benar!
You don't know how lucky you are, boy!
Their business schools are really wild
They leave us far behind
And when it comes to Marketing & Packaging
They can teach us all a thing or two!
Hoo!
HANG TUA: Who? Those Yahoos? Hah!
HANG MUDA: We gonna build a new Tomorrow startin' from Today
C,mon do whatever I say
I'm the only man in town with an MBA
Yeh ah made it in the USA... now
I'm back in Tanah Benar
You don't know how lucky you are, boy!
HANG TUA & MAX NA: WHAT?
HANG MUDA: I have discovered the real meaning of Tanah Benar.
HANG TUA: The REAL meaning of Tanah Benar? What are you talking about?
HANG MUDA: Real... Estate!
HANG TUA: Real estate? But Tanah Benar means the Land of Truth - the True Country - we don't need Real Estate!
HANG MUDA: Sheeesh... I'd forgotten how ignorant you people all are in Tanah Benar. Hmmm....
HANG MUDA makes a sweeping gesture with his arms that includes Tanah Benar and everything else in sight. Then he sings in a reverent and worshipful tone...
HANG MUDA (sings to the tune of "Edelweiss"):
Re-al Es—tate! Re-al Es-tate!
I have come to ass-ess you!
MAK NA: Oi, sini bukan SS2. Itu PJ.
HANG TUA: So, my dear brother, now that you have come back armed with Great Knowledge and Expertise... are you going to help us find a way to optimize the benefits of our surplus jagung? We had a bumper harvest again!
HANG MUDA: Jagung? Oh you mean corn! That's no problem, man. We can buy a corn-popping machine and sell popcorn to Hollywood. We buy their movies, they buy our popcorn. But I got bigger plans for us, man. Much, much bigger!
HANG MUDA claps his hands and a LACKEY emerges with a huge roll of Plans which he hands to Hang Muda.
HANG TUA: Oh, oh. I was afraid of that. Well, go ahead. Tell me your Plan.
HANG MUDA: Hang Tua, I know you will thank me tor this one day... but first may I introduce to you my, er Business Associates?
(HE CLAPS AGAIN & THE LACKEY HANDS HIM AN OVERSIZED CALLING CARD WITH THE INSCRIPTION:
CHANG, MALICE & CHANCE
LONDON - PARIS - NEW YORK - TOKYO - TANAH BENAR
HANG TUA: Eh, apa ni? Chan Mali Chan? (MAK NA
GIGGLES)
HANG MUDA: As penghulu you may have the honor of officially opening the Tanah Benar office of Chang, Malice & Chance... and here are our dynamic team of international consultants! They flew in with me today.
Enter THREE MEN IN SUITS (SAMMY VILLAIN, DICKY SLICK & KEE AH TECK) accompanied by FANCY LADY IN HIGH HEELS & MINI-SKIRT (MAK DONA).
HANG MUDA & THE CONSULTANTS (sing to the tune of "Chan Mali Chan")"
CHANG, MALICE & CHANCE...hey!
CHANG, MALICE & CHANCE...hey!
CHANG, MALICE & CHANCE...
Borrow today - tomorrow pay!
(REPEAT)
SAMMY VILLAIN (steps forward & shakes hands with Hang Tua & Mak Na): Pleased to meet you... I'm Sammy Villain, Senior Investment Consultant.
DICKY SLICK (doing likewise): And I'm Richard B. Slick the Third, aka Mr Slick, but please call me Dicky!
KEE AH TECK (grinning obsequiously): Hullo, hullo, hullo! My name is Kee Ah Teck. I am an Akitek with Chang, Malice & Chance.
MAK DONA (oozing PR): And I'm Dona. Mak Dona. I'm in Corporate Image & Public Affairs.
MAK NA: Mak Dona? Bapa engkau jual hamburger kah?
MAK DONA (coolly): Bukan... Mak Dona you tak kenal? I was named after the Blessed Virgin, you know...
MAK NA (sardonically): Sorry lah, I donno Madonna from Mak Dono. Dona Duck I know. Quack-quack-quack!
MAK DONA: I bet you've never been out of this... this... underdeveloped little Duck Pond. Well, I'm a material girl, living in a material world...
MAK DONA & THE CONSULTANTS perform a fast-moving choreographed number to the tune of "Material Girl"... while HANG TUA & MAK NA look on in bewildered amusement. The number ends and HANG MUDA takes over...
HANG MUDA: Yup and yessiree! Ladies & Gentlemen... that was the very beautiful and talented Mak Dona! (ASIDE TO AUDIENCE) You guys better stay away, she's my - how you say? - my Mak-Wa! Okay, folks, a big hand for Mak Dona! C'mon, make a handburger! (BREAK FOR APPLAUSE) Awright, awrrrright! Now... back to business! People of Tanah Benar, boy, have we got PLANS for ya!
(HANG MUDA claps and the Lackey holds up one end of the rolled-up plans while Hang Muda unrolls the rest for display: it looks like the Manhattan skyline)
HANG TUA (curious): Oi, apa ni? Macam New York! What's all this eh, Muda?
HANG MUDA (conspiratorially): All this... could be yours. And mine too, of course. We're brothers, aren't we? Well, my dearest beloved brother Tua... behold TOMORROW! This is the shape of things to come. This... is New Tanah Benar!
HANG TUA (horrified): NEW Tanah Benar? Hmmmph! Nonsense! No way, I say!
Lights fade on tableau... and spot comes on slowly on mysterious figure sitting on bar stool (SALLEH BEN JONED AS HANG IN-THERE). He's got a mug of beer in his hand and a look of chronic irony on his face.
HANG IN-THERE: So you've been introduced to Hang Tua and Mak Na... Hang Muda and Mak Dona (she's part Malay and part Scot, I believe. Her father's name was Duncan. Dunkin' McDonut they called him. He's dead now - but his name lives on as an international franchise. And, of course, you've also met Kee Ah Teck, Dicky Slick and Sammy Villain from the firm of Chang, Malice & Chance - what a bunch of characters, they're Sultans of Con passing themselves off as Con-sultants. But let's give them a chance to prove themselves guilty, shall we? Right, we now have all the elements of a classic confrontation between the age-old opposites of good and evil; innocence and - no, let's not say "guilt," let's say "experience," the beautiful and the ugly, contemporary and traditional values, simplicity and complexity (or should we call it Komplek City?... contentment and insatiable greed... Well, who do you think will win? (HE CHUCKLES.) It depends, you see, on whether this is meant to be comedy, a tragedy, or one of those existentialist exercises in non-committal, post-modern, medium-without-a-message type of drama. I know all about these things, I used to teach literature (INSANE CACKLE). Don't worry, there won't be any real tragedy tonight... some of you have paid 60 bucks to have a good time, and we guarantee you a good time for that kind of money. So you can rest assured, there's NO MORAL to this story - that's the word from the Sponsor.
(HANG-IN-THERE GETS UP TO LEAVE... THEN STOPS & TURNS BACK T0 ADDRESS THE AUDIENCE)
HANG-IN-THERE: Oh, sorry... I haven't introduced myself. My name is Salleh - as in Salleh Abas - but tonight I represent that ancient line of Hangs. You know, Hang Tua, Hang Jebat, Hang Lekiu, Hang Kasturi, Hang Muda the whole lot of them. You may call me Hang Itall, or Hang Up, or Hang In-there, or Hang 0ntoyourshirt, or Hang Down-Your-Head-Tom-Dooley... well, call me Hang Anything-you-like. But please don't call me Hang Over. Especially not in Kelantan. Okay, folks... on with the show!
Meanwhile,back in Tanah Benar.... (GOES BACK T0 BAR STOOL & WATCHES AS CMC PERSONNEL ENTER WITH ASSORTMENT OF CARDBOARD CARTONS THAT GET ARRANGED ALL OVER THE STAGE UNDER THE SUPERVISION OF KEE AH TECK)... sorry, NEW Tanah Benar!
HANG-IN-THERE (continues like a documentary voiceover): Hang Tua and Mak Na don't stand a chance against Mak Dona's high-powered PR campaign. She's got her team working overtime, you see, putting up bold posters and hoardings everywhere, sending out glossy brochures, sponsoring sepak raga tournaments... now the people of Tanah Benar (I mean New Tanah Benar) can't wait to welcome the arrival of His Majesty the High Rise - ever since they heard about the modern escalator and the elevator and... most wonderful of all wonders, air-conditioning. But here we call it Air Con (with emphasis on the Con)!
(A CMC EMPLOYEE PEELS AWAY SECTION OF BACKDROP TO REVEAL AIRCON UNIT IN THE BLUE SKY OVER TANAH BENAR)
HANG-IN-THERE (with a wry grin): It's getting too crowded here. See you later. (HE PICKS UP BAR STOOL & EXITS).
Enter HANG TUA looking exhausted, dejected, almost defeated, lugging a limp overnight bag. He looks around at New Tanah Benar and shakes his head sadly. HANG MUDA comes running up and catches up with HANG TUA. MUDA carries a shiny new attaché case.
HANG MUDA: Hey,Tua! Brother! Wait! Come on, let's shake hands... (HANG TUA HESITATES, THEN RELUCTANTLY AGREES OUT OF POLITENESS) No hard feelings, I hope. It was a fair fight at the polls - and the better man won, that's all. Better luck next time, ha ha. Admit it, Tua... you're getting old. You're no longer on the ball. I have my finger on the pulse of public opinion. I know what the people want!
All this time CMC personnel have been busy upstage putting the finishing touches on various cardboard boxes which now obscure the backdrop like an unruly clump of highrise buildings. The boxes have been dressed up with shiny foil, bits of colored paper; and each bears an impressive name like Wisma Wang, Bangunan Biggy, Tower of Power, Plastik Plaza & Menara Benara.
Sammy Villain, accompanied by Dicky Slick, is seen inspecting the worksites, declaring buildings open, posing for photographers, and generally looking very busy and important.
HANG TUA: Of course, you know what the people want. You made them want it in the first place.
HANG-MUDA: No venture no gain! All we did was to help them make up their minds... it's free enterprise!
HANG TUA: Our grandfather used to say: one man's gain is another man's loss. Have you forgotten that?
HANG MUDA: How much did you lose? Look... (HE FISHES OUT A FAT WALLET here's an interest-free loan to get you by. Take it, don't be so stupidly stubborn. We're family, remember? All right, I know your resources have been totally wiped out... it's all your own fault, Tua. I told you to cooperate! Hey, where's Mak Na? They tell me she's left town.
HANG TUA: She's gone to look for a job as a housekeeper. In Manila.
HANG MUDA: Alamak, kesian... how about the kids? Did they go with her?
HANG TUA: No... one of them has got a part-time job at the 24-hour popcorn place. The other one's working at the Cornflake Factory. They've decided to stay in Tanah Benar - they say they like it here.
HANG MUDA: Well, there you are! You can't fight the future, Tua. Let go of the past, let bygones be bygones. Oh, sure... we'll keep a few traditions around. It's good for tourism. That's where the money is, Tua. Hey... I've got an idea. Why don't you stay put here? We'll install you in a comfortable native-style hut and pay you a monthly salary. You won't have to do much - just smile whenever tourists point their cameras at you. What do you say, huh? Deal?
HANG TUA: How... did... you... get... so... so... twisted? Is that what Education does to someone? You... you think you're so smart... hah! You're only cunning! Ah, what's the use? You won't understand... you're too SMART to understand. (TUA's ANGER SUBSIDES & CHANGES TO SADNESS)
HANG MUDA (seizing the opportunity): Tua! Listen... there's still a way out for you. I can help you. Trust me, I'm your own brother! It's so simple. All you have to do is... (sings to the tune of "Guantanamera")
Sell Tanah Benar...
You gotta sell Tanah Benar!
Just sell Tanah Benar...
How couldja refuse such an arf-fer?
(WHIPS OUT HUGE CHEQUE WITH HUGE AMOUNT PRINTED ON IT
& HOLDS IT T0 HANG TUA'S NOSE)
HANG TUA (seizing the cheque and ripping it to shreds ritually): Muda! You are despicable! I made the mistake of leasing you a few lots in Tanah Benar and look what you've done! Now you have the unmitigated gall to try and buy it outright from me - have you no respect, no feelings at all for our ancestral land? Here, I don't want your loan! (TUA TAKES SOME $ OUT OF HIS POCKET & HANDS IT BACK)
HANG MUDA (shrugging): Oh, come off it, Tua! Business is business. Trouble with you is you just don't have any business acumen. I on the other hand have access to surveys and projections and feasibility studies carried out by experts in the field. My advantage is, I've got all the resources of Chang, Malice & Chance behind me. What have you got? Your pipe dreams... bah! Nostalgia! A modern disease!
HANG TUA: Tell me something, Young Man... I know you have Chang, Malice & Chance behind you. But who have they got behind them?
HANG MUDA: You really want to know?
HANG TUA: Yes. I really do want to know.
HANG MUDA (lights a cigarette casually): All right, I'll tell ya. It's the PM. (EVERYONE ON STAGE SALUTES SOLEMNLY)
HANG TUA (shocked): What??
HANG MUDA (grinning imbecilically): Hee hee. The Profit Motive! Hee hee. I gotcha there for a moment, didn't I? Hee hee. (ALL THE CMC PERSONNEL SNIGGER. HANG TUA IS SPEECHLESS)
Hey, haven't you heard? The Profit Motive is what makes
the world go round. Why do you think the chicken crossed the road? For the
EGGSperience? Hee hee. No, Colonel Sanders was offering better wages. Hee hee.
Tua, Tua... where have you been all your life? Tanah Benar? Hee hee. Well, let
me tell you... it's not Fate, it's not Faith, it's not Hope or Charity... and
it's certainly not Providence either. It's the Profit Motive.
HANG TUA: I don't believe it. You actually worship the Profit Motive! What about the Prophet?
HANG MUDA (inspecting his fingernails): Which one? David Stockman? Nah, he's dead. Lee Iacocca? Thomas Peter? Akio Morita? Dow Jones?
HANG TUA: Your soul has gone dark. And now you want to plunge the whole world in darkness.
(MAK DONA flounces up gaudily in fancy shades and successfully effects a change of mood.)
MAK DONA: Hey you fellas are gettin' too intellek-twirl for me. Why don't you knock it off? Hang Tua, sweetheart, why don'tcha take a rest backstage for a while? You're bringing everybody down!
HANG TUA SHUFFLES OFF SLOWLY IN A DAZE.
MAK DONA (goes up to Hang Muda & covers his eyes playfully): Muda, I've got a surprise for you!
HANG MUDA: For ME? (MAK DONA GESTURES WITH HER HEAD & THE CMC PERSONNEL GO SCURRYING ABOUT)
MAK DONA: No, for the great-lookin' NEW penghulu of NEW Tanah Benar.
HANG MUDA: Why, that's ME! What IS it?
MAK DONA: If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise anymore, would it?
HANG MUDA (giggles): You're right. It wouldn't. But not even a teeny weeny CLUE?
Meanwhile the CMC personnel have managed to affix cute little ethnic ornamentations onto the roofs & sides of some of the cardboard boxes, so that a few now look like they're wearing undersized Minangkabau-style hats - and others have somewhat kitschy bits of Asli matting stuck onto their sides. One or two even boast antique (& totally incongruous) gateways plonked in front of their main entrances.
MAK DONA: Well, okay… remember that market survey I was working on recently? You know, to find out what tourists really expect to see when they visit an Asian city?
HANG MUDA: Oh no... don't tell me... you've imported some certified street-urchins from the slums of Jakarta?
MAK DONA: Tsk! Don't be silly! Anyway... you can see for yourself. Turn around, honey! (HANG MUDA SPINS AROUND & BREAKS OUT IN A BROAD SMILE) Surprise!
HANG MUDA (giving Dona an excited hug): Wonderful! Oh, you're so-o-o clever, Dona darling!
(MUDA explodes into song to the tune of "I Got Rhythm")
We got Culture!
Gen-u-wine Culture!
And with Culture
Busloads of tourists all year!
(DONA joins him in a duet):
We're in Business!
Real Big Business!
And it's nobody's business
But we're moving to London next year!
(HANG MUDA KISSES MAK DONA & THEY BOTH STAND HAND IN HAND ADMIRING NEW TANAH BENAR'S NEW LOOK AS ALL THE CMC PERSONNEL APPLAUD DIPLOMATICALLY)
Blackout. Blue spot on tree off to one side of the stage where HANG TUA has prepared a noose and is getting ready to commit suicide. As he slowly puts the rope around his neck and is about to kick away the ladder he's standing on... a sparkling light approaches from the opposite side and swiftly appears on the edge of the stage near Hang Tua... Spot comes on revealing RASSA SAYANG (but only after she's spoken her first line).
RASSA (offstage voice): Wait! Hang Tua! Don't Hang yourself... I mean, don't HANG yourself!
HANG TUA: Huh? Who are you? And why not?
RASSA: Who am I? Why...
RASSA (sings, slow & sweet to the tune of "Rasa Sayang"):
I'm Rassa Sayang Eh
Rassa Sayang Sayang Eh
I'm the Spirit of Forever
I'm the Conscience of Today!
HANG TUA (unmoved): That's not a good enough reason NOT to hang myself. I'm sorry. You're very sweet - but I'm really very tired of living. So goodbye, Rassa Sayang Eh.
RASSA (laughing brightly): Be patient! I haven't told you why you mustn't hang yourself, Hang Tua. But I shall do so right away...
(Clears her throat & sings to the tune of "In
The Name Of Love")
There are times in every single life
When you feel you've finally had enough
Of confusion, frustration, and strife
When every single sight you see and every
Step you take just cuts you like a knife
When the only way you think you can be free
Is to hang yourself from the nearest tree...
Well, I say
Stop! In the name of Love
Stop! And take another look
Stop! In the name of Love
Life is like a comic book
And stars are shining bright so high above!
HANG TUA: Stop! Please stop in the name of Decency and Self-Restraint! (RASSA SAYANG LOOKS A BIT HURT) Oh, it's not your voice. I like your voice very much, really. You have a lovely voice, Rassa Sayang - it's just your choice of tunes I can't stand! And anyway it's all very well for you to sing of love and stars above - but that's not going to save Tanah Benar from my brother's greed and ambition.
RASSA: You're absolutely right. I'm not the one who's going to save Tanah Benar... YOU are!
HANG TUA: I am?
RASSA: Yes, you!
(sings to the tune of "Guantanamera")
You're gonna save Tanah Benar
You have to save Tanah Benar
Please save Tanah Benar...
You can still save Tanah Benar!
HANG TUA (getting exasperated): All right! All right! All right! But H0W? Just tell me how - I've come to the end of my rope trying to think of something.
RASSA (giggling): Tee hee!
HANG TUA: What's so funny?
RASSA (still giggling): Tee-hee, I'm sorry... but you said... tee-hee... you've come to the end of your rope... tee-hee! Well, you haven't, so please come down and I'll tell you what you can do to try and save Tanah Benar.
HANG TUA: No! You tell me first. If I think the idea might work and it's worth another try - then I'll come down. It took a lot of effort to climb up here.
RASSA: Well, all right. This is what I think you should do:
(sings to the tune of "Some Enchanted Evening")
Then you'll find improvement
Organize a Movement
To make others aware...
HANG TUA: That's enough! Please stop it! I'm coming down. I'm coming down - just don't sing anymore, okay? (RASSA LOOKS A BIT CHEESED OFF) Look, I told you it's not your voice - but that happens to be one of my favorite tunes - and I can't stand your ruining it for me like that! (HANG TUA SLIPS AS HE'S STEPPING DOWN & WINDS UP CLINGING ON TO THE NOOSE FOR DEAR LIFE...)
Blackout. Gradual fade up on main stage: the CMC personnel are lounging about lethargically and the boxes look a bit stained. Hang Muda, Mak Dona, Sammy Villain, Dicky Slick & Kee Ah Teck are nowhere to be seen. A couple of stagehands walk on bearing a banner that says "INTERMISSION" - but as soon as they reach stage center the Stage Manager comes running up after them and instructs them to display the reverse side of the banner, which says: "RECESSION". The stagehands walk off with the banner.
Enter SAMMY VILLAIN in a foul mood, muttering to himself in a strange tongue. He seems deeply encased in his own private schemes.
SAMMY (to himself): Bladihell man. Defler orways picking on me. Anyting goes wrong, it's arways "Saaaaam! I vun to see you in my office yimmediately!" You vait and see lah. Aitelyu defler better wochaut. He ting he's wankain tera oni - I osoken you tingwat, I osoken! In fact I lagi tera man, ha!
(SAMMY GLANCES AROUND AT THE LOW-KEY STATE OF AFFAIRS IN NEW TANAH BENAR & PACES ABOUT HALF MUTTERING, HALF SINGING...)
SAMMY (muttering/singing to the tune of "I Did It My Way")
Rents are low... business is slow
My career is going nowhere...
But I've got a plan!
That piece of land
Where those crummy houses are still standing
I will buy it up
And knock'em down
Oh, I can feel my ego expanding
Yes, I'll destroy this town -
How does that sound? -
And BUILD A HIGHWAY!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
I'LL BUILD A HIGHWAY!
As Sammy swaggers off rubbing his hands in anticipation, a shadowy figure appears with a guitar, playing the sinister bass intro of "The Ballad of Sammy Villain" - it's RAFIQUE THE HUMAN VIDEO CLIP! As he delivers this number the CMC personnel pick themselves up one by one & perform a jazzy freestyle dance with stylized mime movements.
Dance number ends and CMC personnel leave the stage as Rafique launches right into longish intro for "That's Progress" (LIGHTS CHANGE, A VISIBLE BRIGHTENING). Halfway through the song RASSA SAYANG is seen leading a procession of Tanah Benar residents among whom we spot HANG TUA. The group carries placards ("PRESERVE OUR HERITAGE!" & "WARISAN NASIONAL KITA TAK BOLEH DINILAIKAN!" & "BARU BUKAN BAGUS!" & "DON'T DESPOIL OUR HISTORY!" & "WE BELIEVE IN BEAUTY & TRUTH!" & "CONSTRUCT - BUT DON'T DESTROY!") as it parades across the stage in silent determination before forming a semi-circle around Rafique.
RASSA flutters about and then quietly disappears into the audience. No one in the Warisan Nasional group seems to be able to see her except Hang Tua. Rafique finishes his song and brandishes his guitar aloft, revealing a message taped onto the back of his guitar: "N0 PAST NO FUTURE!" Hang Tua steps forward to address the audience...
HANG TUA: Welcome! Welcome, my friends... tonight will go down in History... and I am very happy to see so many of you here at our... er... our first public ceramah. Thank you, thank you for coming! The Warisan Nasional needs your generous support. Warisan means Heritage... Something of value which we inherit. Something priceless that comes down to us from generations past. Something beautiful and meaningful to be cherished and preserved - so that our children and their children's children may also enjoy it. (RAFIQUE OR SAIDAH BEGINS TO PLAY A SOFT & GENTLE INSTRUMENTAL ACCOMPANIMENT... INSPIRED BY "RASA SAYANG EH")
HANG TUA (looks around & grins): Don't worry... this is not the cue for another song! But I want to tell you about a very moving experience I had not so long ago. One night, in the darkest moment of my life, I met an Angel. How did I know she was an Angel? Well, I tell you... when you meet one you're sure to know! Anyway, she told me she was the Guardian Angel of the Future - and she told me I had to do something NOW if I felt any love at all for my land and my people. And she told me... that it was impossible for anyone to appreciate what is truly beautiful and meaningful in life - unless he or she had felt the Spirit of Love flow within. And she said...
There is a sudden commotion amongst the audience. The apparently lifeless body of RASSA SAYANG is borne aloft by a few men in plain clothes and carried to the stage and displayed downstage center. The Warisan group look on in shock and horror. From all around various men & women in plain clothes rush up on stage with small cameras and take up aggressive stances, flashing away at random (with their cameras, I mean). They begin to hassle the Warisan group, confiscating their placards, shoving them around, and leading them roughly off stage as Rafique's "Thought Police" plays over the P.A. system... Soon nothing is left on stage save the limp form of Rassa Sayang. Blackout.
Lights up on senior CMC executives in earnest conference. Hang Muda paces about agitatedly.
HANG MUDA: Ridiculous! We can't allow this to get completely out of hand!
DICKY SLICK: The feasibility studies alone have cost us 6 million!
SAMMY VILLAIN: What the hell! I say round up all the buggers and send them to Pulau Budu! Those bloody bleeding hearts! Aitelyu we got to show them who's the boss!
KEE AH TECK: Eh, like that cannot... hai-ya! How come you so kasar one ah? Must do these things with style - after all we are not barbarians.
HANG MUDA (clapping his hands gleefully): Aha! I got it, I got it! (ALL TURN T0 LOOK AT HANG MUDA).
HANG MUDA: Nostalgia World! We'll build Nostalgia World! (MUDA LOSES HIMSELF IN RAPTUROUS CONTEMPLATION & HAS TO BE PROMPTED...)
KEE AH TECK: Hah? Nostalgia World?
DICKY SLICK: Would you mind explaining, Honorable Chairman?
SAMMY VILLAIN: Vat on earth is Nostalgia World? You mean... like Disney World or vat?
HANG MUDA: Pre-cise-ly! Good boy, Sammy! Buy yourself a cup of coffee on the Company Account. Rrrright! We will relocate the old cemetery (the place is pretty dead anyway) and erect a gigantic recreational facility - where Nostalgia Freaks can relive history... for a small admission fee, of course. Just think about it... name any period you like, you'll find it, brought back to life, in Nostalgia World!
KEE AH TECK: Waaah! This is exciting! We can have a few blocks of Pre-War Shophouses... a Turn-of-the-Century Section... a Medieval Community... a Pre-Historic Village! Boy, I can't wait to start work on this!
MAK DONA (who has been quietly touching up her nail polish): Does anyone know how much a project like that is going to cost? Dicky...?
DICKY (working his calculator for a moment with furrowed brow): We can't afford it. No way... Jose!
HANG MUDA: Don't say that! I can't stand it when people say that!
DICKY: Say what? We can't afford it? But it's the truth.
HANG MUDA: No! I mean don't ever say "No way, Jose"!
DICKY: Then what do you want me to say? "No way... Ferdinand?"
Hang Muda makes a lunge at Dicky's neck and a tussle ensues. Sammy & Ah Teck try to separate the combatants, only adding to the fray. Mak Dona claps her hands sharply.
MAK DONA: Boys! Stop it at once! (THEY OBEY) Oh no. I've ruined my nails.... shooot! Listen to me, everybody. I'VE got a MUCH BETTER Plan... Dicky... where's your chequebook? I want you to make out a cheque for 50,000 dollars...
DICKY: And who do I make it out to, Your Ladyship?
MAK DONA: The Warisan Nasional. (GASPS ALL AROUND... THEN SUDDEN COMPREHENSION...)
HANG MUDA (adoringly): Heh heh heh... very good! A Mak Dona-tion! Heh heh, Mak Dona, you're a GENIUS!
Blackout.
Spot gradually up on HANG TUA sitting by the river where we first saw him. He looks as though he's been awake all night - and now dawn breaks behind. (SOFT MUSIC IN B/G? PERHAPS RAFIQUE'S 'BURGUNDY"). Tua wears an expression of utter weariness and confusion... then he's shaken out of his troubled reverie by a familiar voice...
MAK NA (offstage): Yoo-hoo! Too-ah! Where are you?
HANG TUA: Could it be? Whaaa... Mak Na? MAK NA!
HANG TUA (jumping up & exploding into joyous song to the tune of "Tonight"):
Mak Na... Mak Na!
You've come back home, Mak Na!
I thought you had a job in Manila....
MAK NA (sings): Hang Tua, Hang Tua...
I've missed you so, Hang Tua!
How have things been in Tanah Benar?
HANG TUA (sings): Mak Na... it has been really AW-FUL!
Life here has been Unlawful...
And it's Muda's doing, I fear!
MAK NA (sings): But here we are... once more together
In Tanah Benar!
HANG TUA: Oh, Mak Na! I'm so happy to see you! But what happened? Tell me how you managed to quit your job and come back so quickly...
MAK NA: I didn't quit. My contract was terminated because of pressure from the UPM.
HANG TUA: The UPM? Who...?
MAK NA: The Union of Pilipina Maids, my dear. They didn't like the competition. But, my dear; dear husband... why do you look so dreadful? Something terrible has happened... (HANG TUA NODS QUIETLY BUT SAYS NOTHING) Tua... you must tell me!
(Hang Tua slowly removes a crumpled envelope from his pocket & hands it to Mak Na. She opens it & examines the contents...)
MAK NA: Why, it's a cheque from Chang, Malice & Chance... what?! For 50,000 dollars! Goodness me... this is wonderful!
(Hang Tua snatches the cheque from her & crumples it again. Then he throws it away.)
HANG TUA: No, it's NOT! It's the worst thing that could happen!
MAK NA: Why do you say that?
HANG TUA: Because... we NEED the goddamn money! We haven't paid our printer... and we're 6 months behind in office rent! I told you about the Warisan, remember? We started the Movement to try and prevent the whole of Tanah Benar from being destroyed by those... those Megalomaniacs. But the Warisan is completely broke, Mak Na... our debts could wipe us out!
MAK NA: So why not accept the money? Never look a gift horse...
HANG TUA: Don't you understand? The moment we cash that cheque we'll be in THEIR hands! I'll have to invite Muda to our AGMs - and we'I1 have to put Chang, Malice & Chance on our official list of patrons!
MAK NA: Don't be stubborn, Tua. (SHE PICKS UP THE CRUMPLED CHEQUE & CAREFULLY SMOOTHS IT OUT) Maybe they are sincere about it. People change, you know. And anyway Muda is your kid brother. He can't be all bad! It's just your pride...
HANG TUA: What?? THEM... SINCERE? (He turns to audience & lets out a flatulent laugh)
MAK NA: Come on, Tua. I have an idea. Let's bank in this cheque right away. Then you go home and have a mandi and get into your fancy suit... and we'll pay a surprise visit to Hang Muda. We'll tell him personally how delighted we are to receive his donation!
A sweet voice is heard offstage...
RASSA SAYANG: Oh, what a wonderful idea!
HANG TUA: Rassa? Rassa Sayang... Eh! (MAK NA RAISES A SUSPICIOUS EYEBROW)
RASSA (sings to the tune of "Oh What A Wonderful Feeling"):
Oh, what a wonderful idea!
What a great big beautiful thought!
I can only say "I love it!"
I to-tal-ly ap-prove!
HANG TUA (going up to Rassa & gently touching her face): I... I thought you were dead. I thought they'd killed you!
RASSA: Oh, it was only a symbolic gesture! You see, most folks don't even know I exist - until they've killed me, hee hee.
MAK NA (tightly): What were you up to while I was away?
HANG TUA: You can SEE her?
MAK NA (acidly): Only when my back isn't turned! (MAK NA TURNS HER BACK ON RASSA)
HANG TUA: Oh, er... Rassa, this is my wife Mak Na. Er, Mak Na... meet Rassa Sayang Eh! She's er... she's from... er... The Future.
MAK NA: So... now I'M from the past, izzit? Hmmph!
RASSA: Don't worry, Mak Na...
MAK NA: Yeah... and be happy izzit?
RASSA (giggles): If you know that song you couldn't be from The Past, Mak Na! But I've brought along a friend who is...
(Rassa whistles piercingly)
YAP AH LOY "materializes" on stage, bowing politely to everyone. Hang Tua & Mak Na stare at the "apparition" in speechless awe. Simultaneously they turn towards Rassa, seeking an explanation...
RASSA: A long, long time ago - before Tanah Benar even existed - there was a great and wonderful city that stood on this very spot. It was called... er... what was it called, Freddy?
AH LOY: Kai Loong Por. Which means "Chicken Coop City." That's because whole town full of chickens - bukbukbuk-porrrk! Kai-chai we call them! Ha ha ha. And all belong to me.
HANG TUA: What happened to this great and wonderful city? How come it has vanished without a trace?
RASSA: It's all down there still... if you dig deep enough, you'll find it. You see, this whole area was once a huge swamp. They started piling a lot of concrete on it and one day it all sank...
AH LOY: That's right. BLOOP-BLOOP-BLOOMP! Ha ha ha!
MAK NA: So... who is this... friend of yours?
RASSA: Fred, why don't you introduce yourself?
AH L0Y: Hullo! I am Kapitan Yap Ah Loy; retired. But my friends call me Frederick. Very pleased to meet you!
HANG TUA (extending hand): Well... I'm Hang Tua and this is my wife Mak Na. Er... welcome to Tanah Benar, Kapitan er... Ah... er... Frederick. I used to be the Headman here too!
AH LOY: Headman Fredman, I'd rather be in bed, man! Yup! Instead of being a dead man! (MAK NA GIGGLES AT AH LOY'S ANTICS) Hey! She thinks I'm funny. Awright, honey, you can call me Freddy - cos I'm ever-ready!
RASSA: That's enough already, Freddy! we have work to do. Come on! (ALL EXIT STAGE RIGHT)
Immediately from Stage Left enter Mak Dona, Hang Muda, Sammy Villain, Dicky Slick & Kee Ah Teck at a brisk pace. They approach a spot downstage right and halt. Mak Dona gestures proudly at some newly completed project off in the distance. (Both Sammy & Ah Teck seem particularly pleased with themselves).
MAK DQNA: Well? What do you think?
HANG MUDA: Wonderful! I've never seen such an absolutely enormous... such a marvelously monstrous... such a totally preposterous... such a diabolically... er... um... such a diabolically GORGEOUS Prison Complex!
MAK DONA: Prison Complex? It's NOT a Prison Complex, sweetie!
HANG MUDA: It's not? (HE LOOKS AROUND AT MAK DONA & SAMMY & AH TECK - THEY ALL SHAKE THEIR HEADS) Well... what is it?
MAK DONA, SAMMY & AH TECK (in unison): Low-Cost Housing!
DICKY (shrugs): What's in a name?
AH TECK: And furthermore... it's the Biggest, Most Ambitious...
SAMMY: And the Shoddiest...
MAK DONA: Not to mention the Ugliest...
ALL EXCEPT HANG MUDA: Housing Project in the Northern Hemisphere!
HANG MUDA: Is it really?
ALL EXCEPT HANG MUDA: Yes!
HANG MUDA (frowning): Hmmm... the Ugliest... is that really a selling point?
MAK DONA: Definitely! UGLY is IN! Don'tcha read VOGUE?
HANG MUDA (rubbing his hands): This is one for the Guinness Book. Have you written to them, Dicky?
DICKY: Good thinking; Boss! Rightaway!
A CMC Messenger comes running up, panting...
MESSENGER: Boss! There's a bunch of people here to see you. They say they're from the Warisan.Nasional.
ALL (looking at each other): The Warisan? (THEY SNIGGER & SMIRK)
HANG MUDA (drumming tiumphantly on Mak Dona's cheeks, upper & lower): Hee hee hee. It worked, it worked, it worked!
(PURSES HIS LIPS IN CONGRATULATORY KISS)
Enter Warisan delegation Stage Left: Hang Tua, Mak Na, Rassa Sayang & Freddy Yap (Ah Loy). Accompanied by core group of Tanah Benar residents, who watch from a distance (they slowly seat themselves on the edge of the stage). The meeting between Tua & Muda somehow creates an air of ceremony: the cynical smirks vanish of their own accord from the faces of the CMC contingent, while the Warisan mission begins to take on a new aura of strength & authority. Hang Tua's voice is calm and clear when he speaks...
HANG TUA: My Brother... Respected Friends of the Warisan... I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your generous gesture of support. In appreciation, may we invite you all to accept Honorary Memberships in the Warisan... and to you, my dear brother Hang Muda... we humbly offer the title of Glorious Defender of Our Heritage!
MAK NA: (stepping forward to garland MAK DONA): And may the spirit of Harmony and Love prevail over us all!
HANG MUDA (caught offguard): Er... why, thank you, dear Brother Hang Tua! I... er... I accept, of course! Er... with thanks! Say... who are these... er... friends of yours?
(HE INDICATES RASSA SAYANG & YAP AH LOY - BUT IT'S
OBVIOUS HE'S MORE INTERESTED IN RASSA) .
HANG TUA (smiling): May I present... (INDICATING RASSA) the Spirit of the Future and (INDICATING YAP AH L0Y) the Ghost of the Past.
AH LOY: Kapitan Yap Ah Loy, Retired, at your service. But please... just call me Freddy!
CMC CONTINGENT (sings to the tune of "Hello Dolly"):
It's so good to see you back where you belong!
MAK DONA (sings): You're lookin' good... Freddy!
But... MISUNDERSTOOD... Freddy!
Why don'tcha let me try and putcha
In a BETTER MOOD?
(MAK DONA DRAWS AH LOY ASIDE, ADMIRING HIS SHIRT & FONDLING HIS PONYTAIL)
RASSA: Hi, everybody! My name is Rassa... Rassa Sayang Eh! How do you do?
TANAH BENAR RESIDENTS CHOIR (sings slow & soft):
Rassa Sayang Sayang Eh!
Rassa SayangSayang Eh
Eh lihat nonya jauh
Rassa Sayang Sayang Eh!
HANG MUDA: That tune... where have I heard it before? Such a haunting melody... YES! Now I remember. When I was a child running barefoot in the kampung... I saw a beautiful lady one morning washing herself by the river... and I crept up and peeped through a bush... and SHE WAS SINGING THIS SONG... Rasa Sayang Eh... (HANG MUDA SEEMS TO BE LOST IN REVERIE. HE SWAYS A LITTLE UNSTEADILY...)
RASSA: (holding Muda by the arm): Hang Muda... are you all right?
HANG MUDA: Huh? Oh. yes! Yes! Er... Rassa... er... Sayang... Eh... do you really come from The Future? Why do you remind me of the Past?
RASSA: Well, if you have the time... I could tell you how it feels to be the Spirit of Forever...
HANG MUDA: Of course, I have time for you! Come, why don't we sit down over there, just you and me... and er... perhaps I'll find out what Rasa Sayang means... Eh?
While Hang Muda & Mak Dona are occupied with Rassa & Freddy Yap... the rest of the group have wandered slightly upstage, miming polite conversation. Dicky Slick & Sammy Villain have invited Hang Tua & Mak Na to some imaginary drinks, leaving Hang Muda & Rassa Sayang in one corner downstage - and Mak Dona & Freddy Yap in another. Lights gradually dim - except for warm spot on Mak Dona & Freddy Yap...
MAK DONA: You're not putting me on, are you, Freddy? Gee... for someone who has been dead so long, you look in fantastic shape! (FREDDY GOES INTO A SERIES OF HE-MAN POSES) Hey, how about a good workout? Wanna come to the Tin Mine with me?
FREDDY YAP (very interested): Really ah? You mean... Tin mine still open - wah! After so many years!
MAK DONA: Naturally! C'mon let's go - let's leave that bunch of bores behind, okay?
FREDDY YAP: Why not? Been too long since I saw a dulang.
MAK DONA: Dulang? What's a dulang?
FREDDY YAP: I show you... come! (HE MAKES A DULANG WASHING MOVEMENT & MAK DONA IMITATES HIM ENTHUSIASTICALLY)
Loud disco music comes thumping out from the P.A. and flashy lights begin to pulsate...a stagehand puts up a giant arrow marked "TIN MINE" some place prominent on stage. Mak Dona & Freddy Yap are joined by other gyrating bodies as everyone does a hot dance step called... The Dulang!
Freestyle disco carries on till the whole "Tin Mine" is a dense mass of boogie-ing bodies. Abrupt Blackout. We hear shouts of "Oi! Apa ini?" and "Power Cut!" and "What, man!"... After a few moments a spot comes on illuminating SALLEH BEN JONED AS HANG ONTOYOURHEAD. He's holding a small stack of cue cards and he's wearing his famous Artist's Beret...
HANG ONTOYOURHEAD: That was no power cut. It was a failed attempt at a straightforward cut - to me, your friendly neighborhood Twilight Zone-type Greek Chorus... but this sort of thing is easier to do in the movies. Try it on stage and see what happens - people think it's a power failure! Anyway, as your Greek Chorus (but why Greek? why not a Malay Chorus? or worse yet... a Bumi Chorus? Boom boom boom)... well, whatever... it's my function at any rate, to sew up a few loose ends (sounds like a permanent cure for diarrhea) and bring this whole affair to a satisfactory (and we hope) satisfying conclusion...
Well, what did you expect? When the Spirit of the Future comes together with the Ghost of the Past - there's bound to be an Element of Dramatic Inevitability. Shakespeare knew that.... but since most of us grew up on a diet of Peyton Place and Dallas and Dynasty and Upstairs Downstairs - we want to know what happens to who (or is it whom?) Well, let me see... (HE FLIPS THROUGH CUE CARDS)
Hang Muda and Rassa Sayang have disappeared mysteriously and without a word. If you don't mind listening to rumors, I can tell you they'll be spending the next 6 months in Bali at the home of Ramli Ibrahim. Naturally, Hang Tua has taken over the Penghulu's job - so life in Tanah Benar is pretty much back to normal.
Mak Na has opened a small restaurant - I hear the food's excellent - a Meaningful Place To Eat, if you like. What about Mak Dona? And our friend Freddy, better known as Yap Ah Loy? (HE TURNS T0 ANOTHER SECTION OF THE STAGE WHICH LIGHTS UP TO REVEAL MAK DONA & FREDDY...)
AH LOY: (fanning himself & panting): Phew! Hai-yah, you betul-betul HOT STUFF lah!
MAK DONA: Well, I like the way you move, Eveready Freddy!
AH LOY: Hey... you want to take a ride with me, baby?
MAK DONA (peering about): Where's your car?
AH LOY: Car? Poot-poot-poot-poot-poot-poot? Ah, no need
lah! (AH LOY BENDS DOWN & INDICATES HIS BACK. MAK DONA CLAMBERS ON &
OFF THEY GALLOP...) Bye bye!
MAK DONA: Whooo-eeeel Giddyap, Freddy Yap, giddyapl Hoohah! Tera lah you!
Spot follows them off and goes out, leaving HANG ONTOYOURHEAD alone on stage.
HANG ONTOYOURHEAD: Great couple, don't you think? Yap Ah Loy and Mak Dona. Riding off into the sunset... or the moonrise... the stuff of legends... real poetry!
HANG ONTOYOURHEAD: Oh yes. Here's a Public Notice: the firm of Chang, Malice & Chance (otherwise known as CMC) has been liquidated. All that's left is their Corporate Logo - which was sold for a song to Club Med Cherating. Look out for it on your next visit. And here are more Loose Ends... Richard B. Slick the Turd (I mean the Third) - better known as Dicky - has gone into show business... (DICKY APPEARS IN SPOT, DRESSED IN CASUAL CHIC, MIMING PHONE CONVERSATION...)
DICKY: So sorry, Winnifred, Wednesday night's out. Got shooting lah... I know... what to do? I also must cari makan. But the plots are so-o-o teruk, you won't believe it. (SPOT OFF)
HANG ONTOYOURHEAD: Another victim of Privatized TV Dramas. Who else have we got? Ah... Kee Ah Teck (the Akitek) has found himself a nice harmless hobby. (SPOT ON KEE AH TECK WITH BONSAI PLANT, PLAYING WORLD WAR TWO JAP PILOT...)
KEE AH TECK (making sound of diving prop plane about to crash into enemy frigate): Bo-o-o-o-n-s-a-a-a-a-iiiii! KERRRRRRRAAAAAASH!!!
HANG ONTOYOURHEAD: And Sammy Villain has found Enlightenment... well, at least he's learnt to levitate... (SPOT ON SAMMY VILLAIN IN SWAMI ROBE BEING RAISED ON PLATFORM BY SUPPORTERS. HIS FACE REFLECTS SUPREME TRANQUILITY... THE PLATFORM IS CARRIED TO THE EDGE OF THE STAGE & THE SWAMI STEPS OFF ONTO THE STAGE WHERE HE REMAINS IN AN ATTITUDE OF UNIVERSAL BLESSING...)
He has also changed his name to SWAMI Villain. Defler didn't make a Tan Sri - so he's settled for Shrii Shrii. Thank you, Swamiji - you may dematerialize now! (SPOT OFF THE SWAMI)
Hang Ontoyourhead gets off his stool and turns to gaze upon Tanah Benar as GENERAL LIGHTING GOES UP: We see Kungyu, Caroline & Waveney busy beautifying the boxes (with spray paint, sculptures, extensions, etc). Hang Ontoyourhead nods his head in approval and continues...
HANG ONTOYOURHEAD: That's nice. Giving the whole place a more human look - not to mention keeping our artists in work. Tanah Benar, ladies and gentlemen... a true story... about a True Country!
THE VOICE OF SAHARA YAACOB (to the tune of “Summertime”):
Tanah Benar
Where the livin' is easy
Durians are fallin'
And the jagung grows so high.
(THE GRAND LADY HERSELF APPEARS & CONTINUES SINGING... AS SLOWLY HANG TUA, MAK NA, HANG MUDA, RASSA, MAK DONA, YAP AH LOY, SAMMY, AH TECK, DICKY & ENTIRE ASSEMBLY GATHER ONSTAGE)
The land is rich
And the people goodlookin'
Life is sweet in Tanah Benar
Everybody knows
ENTIRE CAST & CREW (sings):
We hope you had a good time
We had a wonderful time
Doing it for you
Now we bid you goodnight
But don't go away
The night is still young
So stay and have some more fun!
HANG TUA (stepping forward): Well, folks... what's
left to say? Thank you and bless you all!
END.
CAST
Hang Tua ……………………. N.J. THAKURDAS
Hang Muda ……………..…… JIT MURAD
Mak Na ………………………. HANIM HASSAN
Mak Dona …………………… SUKANIA VENUGOPAL
Kee Ah Teck ……………….… LIM TAKE BANE
Richard B. Slick III ………..... IQBAL A. RAHIM
Sammy Villain .......................... MANO MANIAM
Rassa Sayang ............................ RASSA RAMLI
Freddy Yap Ah Loy ……....…. KIT LEEE
Hang Ontoyourhead …........... SALLEH BEN JONED
With the special guest appearance of RAFIQUE RASHID as Rafique the Human Video Clip
And SAHARA YAACOB as Sahara Yaacob.
SUPPORTING CAST
Sandra Sodhy, Mary Peters, Richard Grasl, Tinkerbell
Love, Jonson Chong, Lotus, Brian McIntyre,
Chacko Vadaketh
STAGE MANAGERS
Ann & Rose
Featured songs & incidental music by RAFIQUE RASHID
SET DESIGN
Kungyu Liew, Caroline Essame
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER
Waveney Jenkins
WRITTEN & DIRECTED BY KIT LEEE
Staged 25 February 1989 at Badan Warisan’s Fund-Raising Carnival @ Central Market, Kuala Lumpur
First posted 25 March 2025
