Nang Nak

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The 18th of August, 1868

On the First of the Waning Moon,

the ninth month

I have to go, Nak...

Mak...

Mak...

Mak...

Mak...

Mak...

Mak...

Mak...

Mak...

Nak's ghostly spirit is said

to be a true story,

long told over generations.

The legend has it that Nang Nak,

local to Prakanong District

was a true and perfect wife,

highly loyal to her husband.

Even death could not mortalize her love

and loyalty.

Her loving soul wandered,

awaiting for her husband

to return to living together.

Nang Nak

Mak... help me...

Prig.

Prig.

Prig.

Prig.

Prig.

Prig.

Prig.

Prig.

Prig.

Somebody! Help!

Someone hurt here! Help!

Prig.

Prig.

Prig.

Mak!

Nak... Nak... Nak...

How ill is he? Please tell me.

I need to know.

His condition is quite serious.

But don't worry.

His fortune still reads strongly.

That's relief.

But his illness worries me still.

Can you lessen his bad luck?

For pity's sake.

Prepare offerings for the monk.

I'll make merits to redeem him

from his karma.

Keep this charm strip and hold sacred.

It protects you and the baby

from the evil spirits.

How long have you been pregnant?

Almost 4 months.

I do pity you, Nak.

Nak.

Help!

Help!

He's in pretty bad shape.

Maybe too late.

I'm afraid he's dying.

Only the High Dignitary can help.

We must wait for him then.

I'd better go.

Nak.

Nak.

Mak.

Prig.

Yuan! Press carefully. B*tch!

Yuan! How's she doing?

Don't move.

Nak. Take it easy.

Set the fire.

Push! Push! Again!

Don't stand block.

She's having her hard time already.

That's bad omen, you know.

Since when has he been here?

Yesterday evening, Your dignitary.

The doctor at Ta Tien sent him here.

Seriously ill he is.

Hurry up!

Prakhunnan... Satu.

Have some.

Water helps laboring easier.

Um, are you stupid?

Open the window, you fool.

Widows must be open in laboring.

Easy... easy. Why is it so hard this time?

I may have it cut.

Nak...

Hang on. It's going to be hurt.

Mak!

How is he, Novice? Is he better yet?

Yes, Your Dignitary.

But his condition maintains.

Good.

Mak... Mak...

Novice. How can I help you?

The High Dignitary has sent for you.

He's at his monastery house.

Alright.

How are you feeling?

You look all well. Are you feeling well?

I am, Your Dignitary.

Because of you and your kindness.

So I survive.

Fate is very strange.

Some look to be dying, but they aren't.

Some don't have a sign,

but die in a sudden.

So they say what's certain is uncertain.

Now that you are well,

I suggest you enter ordination.

That will ease your bad fortune.

What do you think?

You must be worried about

your family, aren't you?

Yes, Your Dignitary.

My wife at Prakanong Canal is pregnant.

She must have given birth by now.

I so wonder how they are.

That got me worried

so I think I should leave.

I'll certainly be back to ordain later on.

As you please.

From now on,

whatever may happen, be calm.

And be aware

that everything goes by way of karma.

Never set yourself on attachment.

It only brings you sufferings.

Nak...

Mak...

Nak... I'm home.

Mak...

You look very thin.

Didn't the army feed you well at all?

Basically, just chilies and salt.

Sometimes, they even sent no provisions.

Only sweet potatoes

and yam kept us alive.

It was extremely hard, Dear.

Mountains and forests were barren.

Many soldiers died of Malaria

and cholera.

What about yourself?

I almost died from a deep wound cut

at the chest.

It took me full bedrest for months.

Luckily, the High Dignitary

of Rakang Temple saved by life.

I could have died, otherwise.

But Prig! Poor him!

He was too young to die.

What? Is Prig dead?

Yes. He was close to beheaded

and died right before my eyes.

The body was cremated like

a no one's son.

Very pitiful.

Oh! I almost forgot.

His wife, Pad, doesn't know this.

I must go to tell her.

Are you going now?

Yes.

You came back just now

and must be tired.

Rest for a day, would you?

I'll go tell Pad for you.

Our baby is so young.

Why are you taking it with?

It can't be without.

Our baby is such a mom's child.

He's never been away from me.

I want the one you are chewing.

No. No...

Naughty man! Don't...

It is very sweet... Nak...

Shame on you!

How are you kissing in the field?

Does your breath smell there?

Nak is running away. Follow her.

Son of B*tches!

How dare you peeking on us?

If I can't get blood out of

your heads today,

don't call me a man.

Come! Come on! Think I were Nak.

If you are real men, don't run away.

Let me get your heads bleeding some.

Um! Prig! Where are you?

Mak... Help!

Prig...

Prig, don't die. Prig...

Mak...

Urb...

Urb... Are you here?

It's me! Mak!

Nak! You scared me.

When were you here?

I didn't hear you came.

I came back home but you weren't there.

I looked all over for you.

I'm afraid you'd leave me again.

Nak. Why are you saying so?

I never think like that.

I just came out to get some palm leaves.

I'll make some toys for our baby Dang.

Let's go home.

Um! Where are you going?

What's the matter? That's quite a shout.

It was Um. How dumb he is!

He didn't hear me shout.

He paddled his boat so fast.

Be ashamed!

What? What were you saying?

Shame on you!

Aren't you embarrassed,

standing naked there?

I was glad, meeting with Um.

He might think it

were some ghosts or what.

Mak.

Rest in Heaven, nak.

Father!

Yesterday I went fishing and met Mak.

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