01x01 - Manifesto

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-Fakhri!
-I don't want to!

Hey, sissy! Come and hit me back!

-Fakhri!
-Fakhri.

Wake up.

Hurry up. No one is using the bathroom.

Here.

Here.

Faster.

Fakhri, here you go.

I told you.

You are stubborn.

I offered to drive, but you refused.

How could I let you?
You don't even have a license.

Come on, Dad. That's enough.

Remember.

Once I drop you off,
I will be out of here.

If anything happens,
I can't help you anymore.

You're lucky your last case
was not put on the record.

If not, I don't think this new school
would ever accept you.

Fortunately, it happened outside of school
and after the PMR exam.

I really don't get boys.

-I know, Dad.
-How did you get into this school?

You are gifted
with brain and intelligence.

I don't think you got it from me.

Dad.

Next time, use your brain

before you use your hands
and swing punches at people.

Remember. If you get expelled again,

there will be no more schools
in Malaysia that can accept you.

I promised you, didn't I?

Take this.

What is this?

You have to call and text me every day.

Dad, where did you get the money?

Call and text me every day.

Okay, Dad.

You could have used the money
to rent a hotel instead.

Shut up. Learn to be grateful.

-Don't forget to call me every day.
-I know.

WELCOME, NEW FORM 4 STUDENTS
UNGKU DERAMAT COLLEGE

REGISTRATION

I like this school.

It's huge and beautiful.

Thank you.

We're very excited.
It's such a beautiful school.

Nor Fakhri bin Firdaus Ismet.

-What?
-Nor Fakhri bin Firdaus Ismet.

You don't have to. Let me carry it myself.

It's heavy.

-No, it's not. I'm good.
-It's fine.

Let me do it.

Okay then.

If so, please excuse us.

Sure.

But if there's anything,
you can just ask Ayam...

-I mean, Azam. Azam.
-Yes?

Here in KUDRAT,
we assign a buddy for each student.

So Azam will be your son's buddy.

He will be helping and guiding your son.

That's good then.

Welcome to Kasturi House, sir.

Thank you.

So which one is your son? Ikhsan?

That's the one.

Wait a second.

Amirr.

All the jewelry at home
was borrowed from your grandpa.

All your friends back home...

Are you going back home?

You can do this. Okay?

Let's go, Dad.

Clean up. I'll come again...

Dad.

-Read Quran. You won't see me after this.
-Dad.

-Dad, that's enough.
-It's fine. Can you do this?

I can do it myself.

The bedsheet has to be tight.
Look at theirs.

Like this, you need to pull it.

Dad, I know how to do it.

What about your clothes?
Should I put them in the...

-Dad, it's fine.
-It's okay. Let me help you.

Dad, enough. Okay?

I can do it.

Let's go, Dad. The longer you're here,
the more you'll try to help.

Come on.

Dad.

Dad, that's enough.

It's okay, Dad.

Are you embarrassed?

No, I'm not.

I will be lonely without you at home.

I'll text you every day.

Don't just text me.
You must call every day.

Yes.

-Yes.
-I need to remind you.

This school is the last opportunity
for you to change our fate.

So I'm begging you.

Whatever happens, stay out of trouble.

Don't get into fights.
You need to stay here.

I don't want you to be expelled.

Okay? I hope you can graduate
from this school.

Promise?

Why did this remind me

of when your mom
took you and your brother?

But I came looking for you, right?

Don't worry too much, Dad.

No matter what,

I will always return to you, all right?

Okay, Dad. I think this is it.

-Remember my words.
-I will. Don't waste your time.

The longer you're here,
the harder it is for you to go.

-Remember, stay out of trouble.
-I know.

-I know.
-Promise?

I promise.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Fakhri, right?

Born in 1991. You must be a brainiac.

-No, I'm not.
-You skipped PTS, right?

-Yes.
-So you are a brainiac.

-Wait. Who are you?
-I'm Ayam.

They assigned me as your buddy here.

-Chicken buddy?
-It's like your compass.

My responsibility is to guide you
around the school.

But there are more things
you can't do than you can do.

Just until you get your license.

Crap. It's too early to tell.

Your parents might hear me.
Wait. Where are your parents?

Did they leave? Praise to God.

I don't have to pretend
to chat with them and act nice

or explain to them why the school is nice,
but the dorm is shitty.

Here you go. Sign this form.

This is to prove
that I have welcomed you with a smile.

Okay.

Wait.

Your name...

Fakhri.

Fakhri.

Where have you guys been all this time?

Did your dad bring you here?

Did he send you?

Is your dad still...

My God. I need to tell Mom.
She has been looking for you.

Hold on. Who are you?

You don't talk like my brother.
You don't walk like my brother.

So stop treating me like your brother.

-Fakhri.
-Just don't.

Don't.

I don't want to get in any trouble here.

I promised my dad.

So there's nothing to tell
your mom or my dad.

Do you understand?

If you do, that's it.

Fakhri.

Are you serious?

That's your brother?

Hey.

Didn't that hurt?

Are you really Naim's brother?

No, I'm not trying to get involved.

Yes, they were the ones
who assigned me to be your buddy here.

It's not like I want to. Okay?

I'm only doing this for the certificate.

That doesn't mean we will spend
all our time together and get friendly.

That will never happen.

But I need to remind you of one thing.

This place is different.

It's not like what they said
in the brochure you saw.

All the prefects who pretended
to welcome you like angels

are also the demons here.

If you want to have a peaceful life here,

please listen to me.

At least for these first two weeks.

Do you have any questions?

Why is your name Ayam?

Well, Ayam is better than Sotong.

Tuck in your shirt.

It's for your safety.

Please. Tuck in your shirt.

The bell rings at 6 a.m. every morning.

-Go to the toilet and queue.
-Hey!

What is taking you so long?

Hurry up!

Put on your prayer attire.

Get down to the mosque.

Why aren't we wearing uniforms?

We don't have our license yet.
They all do.

License?

After prayer, change into your uniform
and have breakfast at the dining hall.

Make way.

-Is he serious?
-They have a license.

-What license are you talking about?
-Be patient. One at a time.

-Obedient, strong, and firm.
-Then we go to the assembly hall.

This is the place where real men are born.

Then it's lesson time.

To the dining hall again for lunch.

To the mosque for noon prayer.

Back to the lesson and the evening prep.

To the mosque again.

Back to the dorm for washing up.

To the dining hall,

mosque,

night classes.

Mosque again.

Dining hall again.

Back to the dorm.

Lights off at 10 p.m. Sleep.

We must repeat today for two years?

Yes.

It's a shitty place, isn't it?
Also, there are no girls.

What?

Just because I'm this way,
do you think I have no desire?

Hey.

Keep your phone away.

Why? Is the warden here?

You're lucky if the warden saw it.

If the Form 5 students see it,
they'll take away your phone.

Then they'll sell it. Not only that,
but they'll beat you up too.

Your phone will be traded
for their cigarettes.

It's not like you have a license.

I've been waiting the whole day.

What is this license thing?

You can see the majority
of the students here tuck their shirts in.

But why didn't you
tuck in your Baju Melayu?

Our ancestors would be crying
if we tuck in our Baju Melayu.

The ones you saw with their shirts out
are all Form 5 students.

And they all have their licenses.

What the hell is this license?

It's just like how you need
a license for driving.

That's also how it is here.

If you want to have your shirt out,
smoke, or sneak out,

you need it.

Simply put, you need a license
to be a jerk in this school.

So this license permits us
to do whatever we like?

-Yes.
-What if we do it without a license?

You'll be their punching bag.

-What if we fight back?
-They'll get more Form 5 students

to beat you up until you understand.

That's messed up.

Who gives out the license?

They don't just give out the license.
You have to pay for it.

It's 120 ringgit.
Only Form 4 students can buy it.

Who do we pay to?

Who are they?

Don't worry.

Tonight, you'll find out who they are.

Hey,

what are we waiting for?

Peace be upon you, Form 4 students.

-Peace be upon you too.
-Weak!

Are these real men?

Peace be upon you, Form 4 students!

-Peace be upon you too.
-Peace be upon you too.

How's the line? Clear?

All clear. Mr. Sin is on duty.

Has he ever been diligent
in making rounds at night?

He's lazy and always slacks off.

He's probably smoking right now.

Rolling out.

Then what else are you waiting for?

Everyone, Njet-Steng!

Welcome to Form 4.

It's the honeymoon year.

It's the year
in between two public examinations.

This is the year where you are
the seniors of the juniors.

To all the new Form 4 students,

welcome to KUDRAT.

This is the place

where real Malay men are born.

In this place,
you will all be kneaded and molded

to be strong and independent men

who are useful to the community.

You will go through all the steps
you see in our school motto.

Obedient, strong, and firm.

You'll obey the KUDRAT tradition.

Be strong while embracing
the challenging tradition.

And firm enough

to face the world
when you graduate from KUDRAT.

I'm sure the new Form 4 students
are still confused.

What are you even doing here?

Who are these Form 5 students
in front of you right now?

We are this year's High Council.

And I am Kahar.

Leader of the High Council.

This year, KUDRAT belongs to us.

Muhammad Aminuddin bin Mohd Jamil.

Farhan Haziq bin Mohamed.

Nor Naim bin Firdaus Ismet.

Mohammed Amirr bin Shahlen.

Lastly, Azam Ayam bin Anyau.

With that, I pronounce you
the licensed seniors.

Congratulations on obeying
KUDRAT's tradition.

For the new Form 4 students
who are interested in getting the license,

you only need to pay 200 ringgit
to the High Council for the fee.

It's a steal

if you consider what your friends
had to go through

during their three junior years.

According to the ordinance
of the High Council scripture,

this ritual is supposed to end.

But what if we end tonight's ritual

with the manifesto of the election?

If it's too difficult to understand,
we'll show you instead.

Announcing the nominees
of the High Council election,



From Tuah House,

Nor Naim bin Firdaus Ismet.

-From Kasturi House,
-Yes.

no nominations.

I am a little disappointed with my house.

But it's okay.

From Lekir House,

Prakash Krishnan.

Lastly, the nominee from Lekiu House,

Ariz Riza bin Muhamad Razi.

Let's start the High Council election
for the 2007 session.

The nominee from Tuah House,
Nor Naim bin Firdaus Ismet.

You must earn your blessings

from the 2006 Tuah House High Council.

Ahmad Fahmi bin Sazali.

What are you waiting for?

-Yes!
-Yes!

Let's go.

Hey, enough. Let's go.

Remember, there's only one rule.

No punching in the face,

private parts,
or other visible body parts.

It's simple, isn't it?

High Council blessing ritual
for Tuah House.

Three, two, one.

Hey, take off your shirt.

Sorry, Naim.

The nominee for the High Council
from Tuah House

is blessed.

-Naim!
-Naim!

Come here.

Put down your legs.

They are hairless and ladylike.

Why didn't you tell me
you joined the election?

-I know you would disagree.
-Of course.

It's silly.

If you told me you're only joining
to become the Head Prefect,

I'd be okay.

But you want to be
the High Council leader?

The High Council isn't silly.

It's the people in it who are idiots.

But still, you are friends with them.

Of course I had to.
I need their blessings.

So that I can climb up easily.

Climb what?

Do you know Harun bin Jasni?

Who?

He's my dad.

In the year 1975,

he was the Head Prefect
and also the leader of the High Council.

He had both positions.

The official and unofficial
school positions.

He was that powerful.

You can ask Mr. Sin.

Most senior teachers here know him.

His name is always mentioned.

At the time,

it was KUDRAT's first
Fully Residential School's SPM

and also the first SRP.

All the Prime Minister awards for

Fully Residential School Excellence Day
belonged to KUDRAT.

The disciplinary case during that time
was almost zero.

They all acknowledged
Harun bin Jasni's leadership.

He made the school balanced.

I want to be just like that.

I want to make this school balanced again.

So Harun bin Jasni is your dad?

Yes.

Nor Naim bin Firdaus Ismet?

That's Fakhri's dad.

What's the matter with you?

You condemn the tradition here.

But you ended up

buying the license too.

Fakhri, I just want to survive this place.

Is it wrong for me to do it comfortably?

Comfortably? Seriously?

Wait. How did you even survive
three years of being here?

Why didn't you just leave?
Just move to a new school.

Fakhri, the graduation certificate
from this school is worth

more than your SPM certificate.

Just say you're from KUDRAT
and everyone would k*ll to hire you.

So that is my main survival strategy here.

To collect KUDRAT certificates.
The more you get, the better.

After that, you can get out of here.

But last night,
all the Njet-Steng, election,

all the manifesto, and everything,
they're all wrong.

How could no one ever report that?

-Jibam?
-What the hell is that?

You want to jibam?

Look, jibam means to report.

Fakhri, that's the last thing
you should do here.

If you're planning to live
here peacefully, don't ever jibam.

Kahar,

do you remember that 4 Kasturi kid
you asked me about?

Yes, what's his name?

Fakhri.

Hold on.

Here, look at this.

Hey.

He's crazy, isn't he?

Do you know what's even crazier?

What is it?

This kid

is Naim's brother.

How cool is he?

He beat up five boys at once.

Even you can only do three at most.

What did you say?

-What did you just say?
-You're powerful too.

So powerful.

Very powerful.

Fakhri, your locker
has been vibrating nonstop.

DAD: LOOK AT THIS! CALL ME BACK...

DAD: LOOK AT THIS! CALL ME BACK...

Where have you been, Fakhri?

Sorry, Dad. I left my phone.

Why didn't you call me back last night?

If any of your teachers saw the video,
it's over.

Calm down, Dad.

Don't try to make me.

I know how to calm down.
But why are you so stubborn?

-Dad.
-I'm sick of saying the same thing.

-I know you're a boy.
-Dad!

I don't understand
why you like getting in fights.

What did they do
that made you really upset?

Why do you have to do this every time?

I'm asking you what they do. Tell me now!

They called you a sissy!

Fakhri?

Hello, Fakhri?

You're busted.

You're a new Form 4 student.

Fakhri, right?

Have you paid for your license?

Give it to me.

If you want your phone back,

pay for the license.

Understood?

Do you have a problem with that?
Do you want to punch me?

I saw the clip of you fighting.

I know you're good at fistfights.

What do you say

if I give you options?

If you want your phone back,

you must pay for the license.

Or...

you can settle with me.

You don't even have to win.

Just get in the ring.

Once we settle,
you can have your phone back.

I will also give you a license for free.

What do you say?

Then what are you planning to do?

No, I'm not planning to do anything.

I promise my dad
I won't get into fights anymore.

I'll call him using public phones

and tell him my phone got stolen.

Why don't you

just settle it with Kahar?

You're my only hope
to see him getting beat up.

Just forget about it.

Fakhri. It will save you 200 ringgit.

UNGKU DERAMAT COLLEGE

Mia!

Do you know
that the queue is long right now?

Get inside!

If you're that great,
why are you even here?

Mia!

-Yes.
-Are you listening?

I am.

What is it?

I am listening, Dad.

Hey, let me do it.

Miss, I would like to have

this part of the chicken.

This one.

-Which one?
-This one.

This one?

Yes.

This one or this?

Is it this one?

You're welcome.

Move along. You're holding up the line.

Do you want the chicken too?

What's the matter with that woman?

Naim, can you help me with something?

I'm sorry.
Your Padek still hasn't arrived.

I'll try to find a new supplier.

That one can wait.

This one comes first.

I confiscated this phone
from your brother, Fakhri.

But your dad has been calling nonstop.

Help me talk to him.

Tell him that everything is fine here.

It's true, right?
That Fakhri is your brother.

Fakhri.

I know about that clip.

I know that Kahar took your phone.

Fakhri.

Fakhri. I know Kahar.

I know he asked you to settle.

Fakhri.

Don't entertain him.
What are you trying to prove?

What about you?

You had a fistfight with your own friend
in front of others.

What are you trying to prove to them?

That you are a real man?

These people here
probably don't know who you really are.

But I know

who you are.

Don't think I have forgotten.

Are you okay?

Naim, can you enlighten me?

What's the problem between you two?

Ikhsan, you're good at massaging my head.

Fakhri?

Fakhri!

So?

Come here.

Fakhri.

Have you decided?

You...

You can just keep the phone.

Are you serious?

Okay, if you say so.

What are you guys going to do?

Zahrin. Hey!

Zahrin, I have a license.

Zahrin, I bought the license. Remember?

Hey, don't do this, Zahrin.

Zahrin. Don't do this.

Zahrin. What is this?

Enough.

Fakhri!

You're asking for it.

Recently, I received a report
from someone.

They suspect someone reported
about the case in our dorm.

I warned you, but you ignored me.

I told you not to interact with him.
Yet you still get involved.

I don't get

why people are so scared of Kahar.

We found out who reported it.

Everyone, Njet-Steng now!

Targeting me?

Let me show him my target.

They knew I wouldn't do it.
So it's either you or...