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[In Greek] Good morning, Sara.

Good morning.

[news playing in the background]

Thank you.

It’s been a while since Winona last video-called.

I’m starting to worry about that girl.

Relax…

She’s just busy with school.

[In Greek] Maybe she’s busy with her boyfriend.

Speak in Tagalog.

Boyfriend?

Really?

Since when?

Thank you.

She’s in Manila to study.

Not to have a boyfriend.

No wonder she doesn’t seem to miss us anymore.

Don't say that.

Winona misses you. I’m sure of it.

Don’t stress yourself out.

Hello?

Ahh, yeah—Okay.

Ma, it’s for you.

Hello?

Yes, this is Sara Rodriguez.

I see.

All right. Thank you.

Ma! What did they say?

I need to go home.

To the Philippines.

- Grandma? - Hm?

How was your flight?

I just slept through it.

Mm…

You? How’s school going?

Gosh, Grandma, I can’t believe I almost failed our mid-sem practicals.

It’s so hard! Really!

The procedures are seriously super technical.

I swear.

My dear, the secret to learning is to practice.

Just keep practicing.

Practice over and over.

Got it, Grandma!

Oh, it’s mom.

Hi, mom!

Hi, Winona. Didn’t I tell you to call me once you picked up your Grandma?

Hi, honey!

Hi, Ma!

Ma, so, how was the flight?

Wait, are you driving straight home from the airport?

Didn’t I tell you to rest first?

You might strain yourself.

Dear, I’m fine.

I can manage. Don’t worry.

And besides, Mom, we’re already halfway there.

Just three more hours and we’ll be in Santa Monica.

Can you please relax, Mom?

Winona, listen to me. Be careful with your driving.

- Okay, mom. - You know the roads there are dangerous.

And you, Ma, don’t overwork yourself.

Don’t skip meals.

Don’t forget your maintenance meds.

Yes, Ma’am!

So annoying!

She's a broken record!

Grandma, I think it’s going to rain.

You used to live here?

Gran?

But only for a little while.

It’s so… old.

Like a haunted house.

Even back then,

it already felt like a haunted house.

People even said a…

creature lived there.

How old were you back then, Gran?

About your age.

Back when I was still as pretty as you, my dear.

But…

that was such a long time ago.

Hey!

[background chatter]

Are you okay there?

Thank you! Ouch!

- It's muddy. Be careful! - Come on... Yes.

Dear, watch your head!

Thanks again for all your help!

I’m sorry, we have so many things to move.

It’s alright, that’s how it is. We’ll be neighbors now.

We help each other.

Sis, I’ll bring this inside, alright?

- Okay, Mi. - Oh, dear!

Leave the work to us. We'll take care of that!

I can handle this, Ma!

Just make sure you only lift the light stuff, okay?

- Yes, Ma. - What’s that?

- Something heavy. - Boy! Can you help us, please?

Psst! Hey!

- I'm fine... - Sara!

I’ll take this. You’re not supposed to get tired, remember?

Juancho.

Be careful! Just give that to me!

Wait, wait!

Give it here. Sorry, sorry!

For god's sake.

It’s practically rattling apart.

Just throw it out already. It’s so old.

That’s Papa’s guitar.

Don't be so rough with it.

Of course!

My princess.

There you are, Juancho.

Juancho, thank you so, so much.

We owe you all so much—

Ma!

Mrs. Romero,

didn’t I tell you?

It’s nothing. Whatever you need,

just tell me.

I’ll handle it.

Let me help you with that, Ma.

- Sara, please. Can you manage? - Oh, Sara.

- I got it, Ma. - Careful! My dear.

- Go ahead! - Careful!

Move to the side, move to the side!

Hey, rat. Hold this for me.

It's delicious!

Here, take some more.

I added more to the tinola.

Billy! Bella! Keep eating, okay!

I’m sure you’re exhausted!

Please help yourselves!

Goodness, those two eat so much!

They’ll definitely finish all your food!

Say thank you.

Thank you, ma'am!

No, we should be the ones thanking you!

- Thank you! - Thank you!

If you ever need anything--

We’re just over at the house.

Over by the goat farm.

A bit far, though.

Especially since your house is the only one in this area.

You know, we’ve lived here for so long,

but this is actually my first time stepping inside this house.

It’s really not as scary as people say.

Hey!

- Oh god! - Watch it!

Because you're eating too fast!

Sorry! Sorry about that.

Scary?

Well, it’s because…

the man who used to live here was a bit…

mysterious.

He lived here all by himself.

The old man.

And the only company he had...

was whatever he kept locked up in there.

Over at the barn. Locked inside.

And it would bark nonstop!

Barking!

Yes!

You mean like dogs?

Yes.

And wolves.

- Wolves? - Mm-hm.

Were those his pets?

We’re not sure.

But from what we could tell,

the old man seemed like some kind of doctor.

Like he was doing experiments.

Ahh!

He was a veterinarian.

I suppose!

Something like that.

But you know, one night,

he had a heart attack.

It took weeks before they found his lifeless body

right there in the shed.

But like I was saying earlier,

the house isn’t actually as frightening as people make it out to be.

It’s really quite lovely.

It feels so light.

It does.

Yes, my dear. It feels very light.

It’s peaceful here.

But honestly, I couldn’t have handled moving into this place

without Juancho’s help.

Juancho?

Yes, Juancho.

He can't hear very well, don't mind him.

Juancho is the young man you met earlier.

He’s the son of my husband’s business partner.

My husband asked him through the company.

Since he’s one of the co-owners of this property,

if we could stay here for a while.

- That’s how we were allowed to live here. - Is that so?

- Yes. - Hmm...

But your husband?

He stayed in Manila?

He's left us.

He passed away.

Almost two years now.

But…

we’re doing alright, the three of us.

Back in Manila, I worked as a tutor.

And here, I’m expecting to take on proofreading work.

You know, correcting spelling, grammar, spacing…

things like that.

That’s how we manage, the three of us. Isn’t that right, dear?

Ah, so it’s almost like being a teacher.

Then it should be easier for the children to adjust to school, right?

Mimi will probably go to San Sebastian Elementary School.

That's right.

She’ll be classmates with my Billy.

And what about Sara? Where will she study?

Ah, Sara… She’s not…

Sara won’t be in school for now.

She stopped attending for a while.

Here, drink this.

To be honest, we moved here to Santa Monica because of Sara.

Her doctor said

fresh air in the countryside would be better for her

than Manila’s pollution.

Is Sara sick?

Her lungs have always been weak.

Ever since she was little.

She often runs out of breath,

struggles to breathe.

So we decided to come live here.

I feel so sorry for my child.

You see... I can’t even remember the last time I saw her smile.

Or laugh…

That kind of genuine happiness…

She doesn’t have many friends.

She only has Mimi and me.

But,

I have a good feeling--

that this place will be good for Sara and for us.

Don’t you think so?

Yes. This has always been our dream—

Mine and my husband’s—

We've always wanted to live in the province,

to have a simple life.

So I believe that right now,

he’s watching over us, smiling at his girls.

- Sir! - Mister Antonio!

- Cheers to you! - We'll take care of them.

April 23, 1976.

New place, old house.

New world, same old me.

Nothing’s changed.

I'm still useless.

I'm still useless.

I'm still useless.

I'm still useless.

Mimi.

Mimi, wake up!

Something moved by the window!

Ma!

Mama!

Ma!

Who’s there?

Who’s there?

Who’s there?

Who’s there?

Sara?

Sara?

- Sis? - Sara?

- Sis? - Sara!

- Sis? - Sa…Sara!

Sara! Sara, what happened to you?

What happened?

Why are you out here?

Come here!

Careful, careful!

What were you even doing?

That’s terrifying!

It might have been a stray wolf!

There are plenty of those here.

It’s the mountains, after all.

But how’s Sara?

She’s fine. Nothing happened to her.

Next time there’s a stray animal,

just call out for us.

By the way. We boiled some sweet potatoes.

It’s fine. Give it to them.

Thank you so much. You didn’t have to.

All right then. We'd better go.

- The goats need to be fed. - Can I have one?

Are you serious... Anyways, take care, okay?

Take care of Sara.

Thank you!

Dear! They gave us some potatoes.

How sweet.

Dear, why don’t you rest inside?

- Okay, Ma. - Alright.

Ma?

Dear?

Ma!

Yes?

Is that what you saw last night?

Yes, Ma.

Sir Joseph?

Shoo!

Shoo! Shoo!

Sir Joseph!

Sir Joseph!

Shoo!

Ma…

Come here.

Don’t be scared.

Come.

Come out. Don’t be scared.

Come out. Don’t be scared.

He’s a person, Ma.

Seems so.

What’s your name?

Uh...

Oh, you want some?

Here.

Go ahead!

Go on.

It’s yours.

Ahh…

You want more?

Ah, alright.

Ma.

Make him leave already.

He might have rabies.

Wait.

It’s alright, Ma.

Here, have more.

Come, Boy.

Don’t be scared.

Go on.

Come, Boy.

Come. That’s it.

Ma.

Alright. Okay, fine.

Can he even speak?

No.

But he understands words.

I think.

He’s probably just a vagrant.

One of those drifters by the road, people who’ve lost their minds.

Throw him out!

Name.

We don’t know, sir.

But we call him “Boy.”

Gender.

Male, obviously.

Sorry, sir.

Age.

We don’t really know.

Son of a—

I’m sorry.

Do you have a sharpener?

We don't.

What can we do for Boy, sir?

As to the police,

there’s really nothing we can do.

Martial law is in full swing.

NPA rebels everywhere.

Or fugitives from the city hiding in the mountains.

I’m not saying that Boy is NPA…

But unless someone files a missing persons report,

there's not much we can do.

So what now?

Where will he go?

We can’t just let him wander around.

I’d say

he’s about seventeen, or eighteen.

And no orphanage accepts kids that old.

Hang on…

Is that a scratch?

What's the matter?

Why are you all so afraid of him?

Ah!

What the hell!

Mimi! Dear!

There you are.

Can you find me an old shirt of your dad's?

I’m going to lend it to—

Where’d he go?

Hey!

What are you doing there? Hey, stop that!

What’s wrong with you? What are you doing?

Come here!

What “grrrrm”?

Do you have phlegm stuck in your throat?

Come over here!

Come here! And find me a shirt!

Hey! Boy!

What are you doing there?

That’s for bathing!

Don't drink it! Come here!

Honestly.

Come here.

Sit there.

Go on!

Sit down!

Sit!

Sit!

You’re old enough—

imagine that! You should be doing this yourself!

[shudders]

You’re covered in grime!

Is this supposed to make you rich?

Why are you collecting it?

Are you building a factory?

Now, you listen to me.

I’m only scrubbing up to here!

Below that, you handle it yourself, okay?

There we go.

Armpits up! Come on!

Armpits up!

Wow! The scent is a punch to the nose!

[exhales] Phew!

Ugh!

There you are!

That looks better!

Now we can see your face!

Perfect timing— there’s so much food! You can eat-

What's going on? Hey!

Look, Ma!

Hey!

Ma, why is he still here?

Ah, you see…

I called the municipal office.

Turns out there are so many requirements.

But they promised they’d look for an orphanage that can take Boy.

While we’re waiting, what do we do with him?

What kind of war did this child come out of?

How pitiful. He's starving.

Ma…

So, I was thinking…

He can stay with us for now.

Ma, come on. We don't know where he came from.

Exactly. He has no one in this world.

We’re all he has. Poor boy.

Please, Sara. Say yes.

Boy, here's your bed. Time to sleep, okay?

Be a good boy.

Good night.

[howling]

[howling]

[howling]

Quiet down. Come down from there.

It’s so late. I’m so tired.

Get back in bed!

Dear! Oh no, it’s raining.

Dear!

What are you eating? You’ll lose your appetite for dinner.

It’s really hard to eat when you’re sitting beside a shameless animal.

Goodness.

Okay, listen.

I’m going to the municipal office.

I’ll try to fix everything Boy needs.

I honestly don’t know how I’ll pull off those requirements.

Well…

What is this?

Don’t tell me.

You’re going back to your studies, dear?

Ma, do you know where I put my other books?

Of course!

They're in one of those boxes.

But I haven't unpacked.

You’ll have a hard time finding them.

Better wait for me. When I get back, I’ll help you look, alright?

- Alright. - Just wait for me.

I should go, or I’ll be late.

Wish me luck.

And you, Boy.

Be good, okay?

Behave.

My goodness…

Don’t come close.

Stay back.

Stay back!

Sorry.

Hello?

Hello—

Not you.

You’re not even human.

Oh! Sara!

Aren't you done unpacking?

Let me help.

I don't need help.

Why are you here anyway?

Well, I’m going to Manila later.

Thought I’d drop by first.

Just to hang out with you.

And have memories of you to bring with me.

Even if we don’t see each other for a few days,

you won't miss me.

Leave.

- I still have to study. - No, wait, wait.

Why?

You don’t even need to go to school or get a diploma.

All you need

is to cook something nice for me,

give me good massages,

and kiss me—

[groaning in pain]

Hey! You think you're tough? Huh?

Okay!

Let’s see how tough you really are.

Huh?

Thanks.

Ma?

- Hmm? - Have you seen Boy?

Who?

Boy.

Ah, Boy.

He’s with Mimi.

They went to the fields.

With her new friends.

They said they’d play there.

Mimi’s amazing, isn’t she?

We just moved here and she already has a whole group of friends.

Wait.

Why are you looking for Boy?

Ah, it’s nothing.

No wonder the world feels so quiet.

You have to run fast!

Come on!

Faster! Big brother’s coming!

Leave him!

Ahh!

Last one is a poopie butt!

Boy!

Boy!

Boy! Come here.

Come here quickly.

When I say “wait,”

you don’t get to eat yet, okay?

You just wait.

Alright?

Here.

Wait!

This is so boring.

Come on, let’s go look at your goats again.

Have you seen them eat paper?

- Really? - Come on!

Hey, Boy!

When I say “wait,” you wait.

You don’t eat.

Okay?

One more time.

When I say “wait,”

you wait.

Wait!

Wait!

I said “wait,” didn’t I?

Why are you so stubborn?

You’re really testing me.

Oh yeah?

What are you going to do now, huh?

Wait!

Look at your bite mark— it’s still there!

But that’s right.

What you did just now was right, okay?

Do exactly that again, alright?

Okay?

When I say “wait,”

you don’t eat yet, okay?

When I say “go, eat,”

that’s when you eat.

Like this. You eat.

Okay?

Now, go eat.

Go eat!

I said “go, eat!”

There.

Good.

Let's go again.

Wait!

Just wait.

Good... Okay.

Go eat.

There you go!

Wait. I have to do this.

Good boy.

Good boy…

Good. Just like that.

Are you ready?

One.

Two.

Three.

Wait.

Go, eat.

Wait.

Go, eat.

Wait.

Don't take too much.

Go, eat.

Slowly.

Good boy.

"Mahal Kita, Walang Iba" Sung by: Angela Muji

Ah.

Now spit it out.

Like that.

Spit it out!

Spit!

Watch how I do it.

Your turn.

Spit it out.

Let me see.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Good boy.

"Mahal Kita, Walang Iba" Sung by: Angela Muji and Rabin Angeles

Very good boy.

When was the last time you got a haircut?

Sara! Dear!

I thought you were coming with me to the market?

We gotta go.

Yes, Ma. But I'm not done yet.

Huh?

Oh!

Looks good enough to me.

Wow, Boy!

You’re getting more handsome.

So...

Stay here for now, okay?

- We’ll be back right away. - Ma, can we please bring Boy with us?

Uh...

Please?

Alright.

- But you keep an eye on him, okay? - Come on, hurry!

- Come on! Hurry! - Boy, you better behave, okay?

Sis, I’m coming too!

- Hurry! - Okay, Mimi. Come along!

[grumbling]

Hurry up!

You'd better watch him.

Come on! Come on!

Here. Hold this.

Hold it!

- No, no, no. Not that. - Chickens for sale!

Chicken.

Buy some chicken.

Chicken.

Chicken for sale!

Ma, does this look good on me?

This one looks better on you.

Come on…

So, can we buy it?

Mimi, your older sister has plenty of those. Hand-me-downs.

But Ma…

Those are full of holes.

Oh, please. You can still wear them.

Fine, you can have it.

But only that one, okay?

Thank you, Ma.

But I’ve been eyeing this one earlier…

Would this look good on Boy?

Look.

Ma, that’s for old people.

Boy will look like a grandpa in that.

No he won’t! This is a classic style. It'll look good on him.

See?

What do you think, Boy?

Where’s he?

Seventy centavos!

Seventy centavos!

Seventy centavos!

- Seventy centavos! - I’ll pay! I’ll pay! How much is it?

Seventy centavos!

Okay, here it is.

Wait, here.

- Here. - Me too! Me too!

Them too!

He wants more. Give him another!

[grunting]

Oh no!

Boy!

This is for you.

Thank you, Boy.

Thank you, okay?

Take good care of that so it grows into a big, big, big tree.

Come on, let’s go play in the fields.

- Let’s go? - Last one is a poopie butt!

Ma! We’re going to play outside.

Wait a second.

Dear!

Dear!

Kids, be careful!

Sara,

Are you sure he’s really alright?

He didn’t get hurt?

He seems fine, Ma.

We even played like usual earlier.

Boy?

Are you okay?

He seems fine.

That’s not fair, sis.

You totally took Boy’s side earlier.

You're just a sore loser.

I told you, don't push yourselves too much.

Let Boy rest.

You really are something.

Ma, Boy’s fine.

He was running like the wind.

He threw my baseball so far—

All the way to Mister Joseph’s goat farm!

- What? - It's true!

You’ll get my baseball, okay?

Ma, wait.

How long is Boy staying with us again?

They’re still looking for an orphanage that can take him.

You know, Ma,

I have a classmate who lives in an orphanage.

Mm.

He goes to school every day with no pocket money.

No snacks, no lunch.

And he wears the same clothes every day.

I'm starting to smell him.

That's why he doesn’t have any friends.

Poor kid.

That's life, dear.

Some people are not lucky enough to have a family.

I really thought…

I really thought I was going to lose the two of you today.

Thank goodness Boy was there.

Thank you, Boy, okay?

Thank you so much— Oh my!

We’re so lucky Boy was there.

He’s such a good boy.

Right? Who’s a good boy?

Thank you so much, Boy. Thank you.

He’s a good boy.

Right?

Thank you. I almost lost my good girls.

Good boy.

Hey, Boy, go find my baseball, okay?

What’s wrong with you, Juancho?

You're so reckless! You’re drunk again!

You do nothing but drink!

What's wrong with you? Why are you drunk all the time?

Can you shut up for once?

Do you want me to run you over?

You're so reckless.

- What the hell… - Can you shut your mouth?

Who’s that?

Damn menace!

Let’s go! Let’s go! Hurry!

Let's go! Hurry!

What happened?

Boy!

Come here.

Boy, do you want to try talking?

Watch me. Copy me, okay?

Look at me.

Put that down first.

Hey, look at me.

Here. Right here.

Copy what I do, okay?

Good—

Boy.

Look here.

Good…

Boy…

Good…

Boy.

That’s it! Just like that!

Good…

- Goo— - That’s it! Just like that!

Good…

Good…

Good…

Goo—

Goo...

Don't stare at me like that.

You should just write. Go on.

Focus on writing.

There.

Keep practicing.

Again and again.

This guitar belonged to Papa.

He always played for us and sang to us when we were little.

And he taught me how to play, too. It became our bonding time.

♪ I'm watching the moon ♪

♪ While waiting for the dawn ♪

♪ Because when the sun rises ♪

♪ I can see your smile again ♪

♪ My love, I wish I could kiss you ♪

♪ And see your eyes again ♪

♪ I'm so happy, I can finally look upon you ♪

♪ And embrace you once again ♪

[telephone ringing]

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

Mrs. Romero?

This is the municipal office.

Just giving you an update, ma’am.

It looks unlikely that any orphanage will take him.

But we did check.

There is a facility for disabled children that can accept him.

Wrong number.

Ma, I’m going to bed. I’m sleepy.

- Good night, dear. - Good night, Ma.

Good night, Boy.

Hey. Stay there.

Juancho. What are you doing here? It's late.

I wanted to see you.

I'm courting you, aren't I?

Juancho, you reek of booze.

Just go home.

Wait, why? Didn’t you miss me?

Juancho, please go home.

Sara, let's go out! One date!

Come on!

Don't push me.

Hold on—

You're drunk, Juancho.

Juancho, go home.

- Just one date, Sara. - Go home!

Just one kiss.

Go home!

You really have the nerve, don’t you?

Juancho, that hurts!

You think you’re so pretty!

You should be grateful I even like you!

Remember— everything I want, I get!

Even the things that didn’t belong to you or your family.

You took everything from my father.

Well guess what? I will never be yours!

- You bitch! - [yelling]

Wait, Boy.

Stay there.

Stay there.

The pest is awake!

Feeling brave, huh?

What did I tell you?

I want to see what you're made of.

Let's see what you got!

Boy!

What?

Lost your tail?

Get out before we tear you to pieces!

Boy?

Boy! Wait!

Wait! Wait!

That's enough.

That's enough, Boy.

That's enough.

It's okay.

It's okay now.

Chief!

Lock him up!

He tried to kill me!

Sara!

Tell them you saw it too, right?

Sara?

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Like hell you don't!

According to her statement,

you broke into their house and tried to hurt her.

And the men you were with—

how many were there?

Three, sir.

I see.

You're looking at trespassing and assault.

Trespassing?

In my own house?

Huh?

I’m the one who got hurt,

and now I’m the one to blame?

You son of a bitch!

You monster!

So you still stand by your earlier statement?

I do.

Boy changed his form—

Boy turned into a werewolf.

Yes. That's right.

A werewolf.

Sir,

how many bottles did you drink tonight?

Because honestly, sir,

this is not looking good for you.

Maybe we should just settle this calmly.

And it’s very late.

Sleep it off.

I'm going to bed.

Of course, dear.

- Ma’am. - Yes?

We’ll head out now, okay?

Thank you very much, sir.

Thanks for your help.

You think I’m lying?

You think I’m going crazy?

What are you doing— Juancho, don’t.

Juancho, don’t!

Juancho! Stop!

Juancho! Stop!

Throw him out of here.

Or I’ll throw your whole family out.

Boy,

what happened earlier is our secret, alright?

Good grief!

It stinks in here!

It reeks!

Sara!

Dear!

Cover your nose.

You might faint!

This is where you belong.

In an animal cage!

Ah, Juancho, maybe we can…

give Boy a cushion,

a pillow, and maybe a blanket?

- Maybe... - Why? Huh?

Why?

He’s an animal, isn’t he? He’s not a person.

He doesn’t need those.

You know, I’m not a bad person.

Huh?

I’m not throwing you and your family out of my house.

I won’t throw him out either.

But—

he can’t leave this barn again.

Do you understand me?

- Yes, sir. - What?

- Yes, sir. - I can’t hear you!

Yes, sir!

Good! Then we’re good.

Mrs. Romero, I’m only thinking of you.

It’s dangerous now.

That monster might attack you.

We can't take any risks.

I just want you all to stay safe.

Do you understand?

Especially Sara.

He's not going anywhere.

Are we clear?

Huh?

[telephone ringing]

- Hello. - Hello, Dr. Millado.

Who’s this?

Do you know a Dr. Domingo?

I found out something confidential.

Maybe you’d like to talk.

Sara, dear.

Ma.

It still stinks!

At least it’s not as bad as yesterday.

I’ll head to the municipal hall, okay?

I’m submitting a manuscript.

You take care of things here for now.

Yes, Ma.

It's not so bad in here.

Go!

Is that me?

That’s me?

I look ugly!

Sorry, Boy.

I can’t play for you anymore…

Papa’s guitar is gone.

But! I brought something for you.

Sit, quick.

Papa used to read this to me when I was little.

But until now,

I still don’t know the ending.

Because every time he'd read it to me,

his voice lulls me to sleep.

Boy,

I want you to tell me the ending someday.

One day, you’ll learn to read and write.

And when you do, you’ll read the whole book to me.

I promise I’ll try not to fall asleep.

Do you know what an acacia tree is?

Here.

An acacia is a huge tree

with beautiful, lush leaves.

So, Boy…

take good care of the plant we gave you.

Water it often.

Who knows, maybe it will grow as big as an acacia tree someday.

And when it’s big,

we’ll sit under its shade.

We’ll watch the sunset together.

Promise you’ll take care of your plant?

Promise you’ll read me this book someday?

Promise you’ll learn to read and write while you’re here?

Promise you’ll stay by my side?

Pinky swear.

Promise.

Say yes.

Yes.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Boy, the sun’s almost down.

Let’s watch the sunset.

Let’s go, Boy.

Faster!

Boy!

Last one there is a poopie butt!

- Sara! - Sis!

Boy!

- Sara! - Sis!

Boy!

- Sara! - Sis!

Boy!

- Sara! - Sis!

I found them!

- Sara! - Sis!

Boy!

Sara!

Sara!

- Sara! - Sis!

Boy!

- Sis - Boy

Sara!

My child!

What are you doing?

Are you going to shoot Boy?

If needed.

For your safety.

No, wait!

Boy wouldn't hurt her. There's no need for this!

Shoot him already! I told you! He’s a monster!

An animal! Shoot him!

Hold him down!

Settle down!

Hold on! Sara!

Sara, dear!

Mama’s here.

What are you waiting for? Shoot him!

Huh? An experiment?

I used to receive letters from a colleague, Dr. Domingo.

And according to him,

he was commissioned for a top-secret bioengineering project.

He was ordered to create a drug

using DNA and blood samples from wolves.

Scientists have long attempted

to replicate the rare natural abilities of animals.

Even if it is unethical,

many are racing to transfer these abilities to humans

to create superhuman traits useful in war

or to develop cures for illnesses.

And above all,

to sell these formula for a fortune.

That’s enough, Doc.

Yes.

Whether those experiments were real or not,

what matters is none of this should leak to the public.

Just so we’re clear,

everything you saw and heard here is classified.

Are we understood?

Then why are you telling us all this?

What does Boy have to do with it?

And what do we have to do with this experiment?

If Boy turns out to be part of these experiments,

we don’t have a choice.

What?

Wait—hold on.

You’re going to kill Boy?

For now,

we’ll observe him here.

We’ll contain him, and whatever happens,

keep all this information between us.

My dear.

Ma.

Sara.

Why did you get up?

Ma, what did you do to Boy?

Sara, don't worry.

He’s safe.

What matters now

is that you rest,

regain your strength,

so you can visit him.

Okay?

Doc, his basic senses— vision, hearing, smell—

are all functioning.

But… they’re too good.

Around three times beyond human level.

No one else can know about these results.

No one.

If anyone asks, say all the tests were normal.

Doc?

If they find out, there's no telling what they'll do to him.

I don’t want that on my conscience.

It’s not his fault he became a test subject.

Poor kid.

[howling]

Based on your old medical records from Manila,

your lungs and overall condition have greatly improved.

Seems the mountain air suits you well.

Whatever you’ve added to your routine,

whatever has lifted your spirit and energy, keep it up.

It will do you good.

Thank you, Doc. Thank you so much.

Ma, can I go see Boy now?

Don’t worry about me, alright?

I hope you’re okay, too.

Based on all our tests and observations,

I can say with complete confidence that we found no abnormalities in Boy.

Not a single sign that he was part of any experiment.

Well...

If...

If that’s your conclusion, Doc,

then I’m comfortable with closing this case

and reporting back to base.

I already told you.

Boy is kind and gentle.

Yeah.

And he’s handsome, too.

Is that all you can do?

Can’t you all see it?

He’s not like us!

Fine.

I saw it myself.

He hurt the—

Um…

The goats.

Yeah.

- Goats? - Right!

The missing goats of Mister Joseph?

Those poor goats.

He slaughtered them.

And how did this happen?

We were driving home.

It was late.

We passed by the goat farm.

He was there— That… "Boy."

What was he doing?

Uh…

hunting goats. One by one.

Cutting them up.

Feasting on them.

Stop lying!

Please!

Don’t joke about things like this.

But...

Why didn't you tell us about this earlier?

I was scared to report it. What if he hurts me?

What about you?

Why only now?

We’ve been investigating for weeks.

What good would it do?

Would you have believed me?

You adore that beast.

You refuse to accept he’s a monster.

Mister Joseph.

Mister Joseph, you know Boy could never do that, right?

Did you see Boy hurting your goats?

I didn’t see him eating them.

I did see him that night at the farm.

He was holding a baby goat.

Was it dead, too?

But it didn’t look like it was killed by a wild animal.

And even with my other missing goats,

I’m not sure if they were killed or just wandered off.

I saw it with my own eyes!

Why won’t any of you believe me?

Stop lying, Juancho. Enough!

You stop it!

I’m sick of all of you!

Juancho!

A little respect, please?

Mister Joseph.

You almost got me in trouble, you bastard.

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

Who is it?

Colonel, a reporter.

They’re asking if they can interview you tomorrow.

Hang up.

This is exactly what I feared.

It’s already reaching the outside.

Then…

- Check on it. - Yes, sir.

Colonel, looks like we’ve been sabotaged.

I didn’t come here to fight.

Honestly, I think we could be friends.

What do you say?

Do you know what happened to Sara’s guitar?

Huh?

The one she uses to play songs?

Sara’s been so sad these days.

You know why?

Because her guitar is gone.

She can’t play anymore.

Hmm?

You know who?

It's Mister Joseph.

Because he thought you killed his goats.

But that wasn’t you, right?

Right?

It wasn't you.

So why should he punish you?

And Sara.

Especially Sara.

She had nothing to do with any of it.

Help Sara.

Find her guitar.

Before you lose her.

I’ll help you.

Thank goodness!

Dear.

Boy…

- Ma. - Come on.

Come.

Where's Boy?

Boy!

How did he escape?

How did he get out?

Useless fools!

- Colonel! - You idiots!

I saw Boy.

He went to the goat farm!

Take us there. Right now!

Let’s hurry.

He might hurt someone again!

Move!

Let's go.

- Mama! - Come on! We gotta go!

Come on!

Boy?

Boy!

What are you doing?

Boy?

Boy?

What are you doing?

Yes!

Men!

Secure the area!

Mother!

What’s happening?

Hurry!

Get out of the house!

Your sister! Hurry!

Friend!

Where’s Boy? Boy!

- Bring them in! - Boy!

[clamoring]

Alright.

Mimi, go with them.

We’ll handle this.

- Boy! - Sara…

Sara!

Boy!

- Sara! - Boy!

Sara?

- Boy! - Boy!

That’s far enough!

- Sara? - Don’t you dare make a wrong move!

Sara, my dear! Come back here!

What are you all doing? Stop!

Hold on!

Lower your guns! You might hit my daughter!

- Hold your fire! - What are you waiting for?

Shoot him!

Juancho, shut up!

Sara! My child, please!

Come back!

Ma!

Please…

Let me talk to Boy.

Just let me.

Boy?

Boy, it's gone.

The guitar is gone.

But none of that is your fault, okay?

It’s alright.

Come on.

Let’s go home. Come.

Come on.

No!

Put that down!

- Juancho! - Put that down!

- Put it down! - Juancho, stop!

Please! Juancho!

I’m going to shoot! Try and stop me!

Move out of the way!

I’ll count to three.

If you’re still there, I’ll shoot you first!

Juancho,

listen to me.

Put the gun down.

Calm yourself!

One!

I swear I'll put a bullet in your head.

Wait, Boy.

Stop it, Juancho!

Move aside. Two!

Stop!

Juancho…

Wait.

Juancho!

Stop!

Three!

Useless woman!

Sara! My baby!

- Lower your guns! - Juancho!

Or I’ll shoot him!

Boy…

Ma…

Sara!

Don't shoot! You might hit my daughter!

No!

- Wait! - Boy!

- Sir! - Men! Follow him!

Sara!

Boy…

What are you, really?

Yes, of course...

You’re a good person.

Good boy.

You’re a good boy, Boy.

I know you’re a good boy.

Hey! You’re wounded!

Boy! Bring out Sara!

Boy?

Boy!

Boy?

Oh my God.

- Boy? - Sara!

Boy! Surrender now!

Boy? Boy, you have to go.

Boy, you need to leave now!

They’re coming. Hide. Don't let them see you.

I’ll tell them you abandoned me and ran.

Go, while you still can.

They’ll kill you if you stay with me.

Please, don’t be stubborn!

Go!

Why won’t you listen?

Sorry—

Sorry, Boy. Sorry…

Please, go.

Please leave.

Why won’t you leave?

Go!

Go…

You’re a good boy, right?

Right?

Don’t follow me, please.

Go…

Sara.

Wait.

D-Don’t—

Don’t leave.

"Mahal Kita, Walang Iba" Sung by: Angela Muji

My dear!

- Sara! - Sis!

- Sis! - Sara, my dear!

- Sara! - Sis!

Boy, come out now!

- Sara! - Sis!

My dear!

My dear!

Sis!

My dear!

My dear!

[sobbing]

My dear!

Oh, God!

Dear, come here…

Where is he?

I don’t know.

How can you not know?

Weren’t you together all night?

Sis...

He ran off.

I don’t know where he went.

Tell the truth.

Where is Boy?

Colonel, please?

Can’t you see?

My daughter just went through an ordeal.

Could you let her rest first?

Uh, Sara...

If he ever comes back,

and you see him,

contact us at the camp immediately, do you understand?

Fine.

Yes, we will, Colonel.

But please, let me take care of my daughter first.

Thank you.

Come now!

Find him!

But… I have something for you.

Boy, I brought you something.

Ta-da! A brand-new notebook.

You can write here, okay? Practice your writing.

July 14, 1976.

It's been a week since I left Boy in the forest.

That was the last time I ever saw him.

Where he could be now, nobody knows.

Mama decided to just go back to Manila.

- Bye, Sara! - Bye, Sara!

Mom said there's nothing keeping us in Sta. Monica anymore.

Sorry, Boy. Sorry...

When R&R Trading went bankrupt and closed,

this property was transferred to your mother.

And she left all of it to you.

You’re lucky, the market value of Santa Monica suddenly shot up.

Mrs. Rodriguez?

Shall I inform the interested buyers that you’re selling the property?

They’re planning to turn it into a resort.

Is it alright if we stay here for tonight?

Of course.

By the way, Grandma,

why did you decide to sleep here?

We could’ve checked in somewhere.

Why here?

Secret.

I swear, Grandma. You're so weird.

What are you looking at on your phone?

Secret.

Look, Grandma.

This is Joshua.

We’ve been dating for one week now.

He's not your usual type, is he?

You didn't use to go for clean-cut types.

Weren't you more into bad boys?

I don't get it either, Grandma.

I can’t believe I fell for a...

A good boy.

Seriously...

Good night, dear.

Good night, Gran-gran.

♪ I'm watching the moon ♪

♪ While waiting for the dawn ♪

♪ Because when the sun rises ♪

♪ I can see your smile again ♪

♪ My love, I wish I could kiss you ♪

♪ And see your — ♪

Boy, wait for me. I will come back for you.

I promise. - Sara

Did you stay here?

After all these years?

Were you waiting for me to come back?

You don’t have to wait anymore, Boy.

Come here.

Boy…

I’m sorry.

Why did you do that?

Why did you wait for me?

I’m sorry!

My God, forgive me, Boy.

I lived a happy life.

I did everything that I ever wanted.

I got married, had children…

I lived a full and joyful life.

You should have done the same.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry, Boy.

Now…

I’m in the last chapter of my life.

I’m old now, Boy.

I’m nothing like the Sara you knew.

No.

You’re still Sara.

To me, nothing has changed.

Your hair is still beautiful.

Your face…

And your eyes.

You're still beautiful, Sara.

Don't wait for me anymore, Boy.

Thank you for coming back for me.

I've missed you, Sara.

I’m right here.

I’m right here, Boy.

"Are you not afraid of me?"

asked the giant acacia.

"Why would I be afraid of you?"

the child Linggit asks a question back.

"Because I’m covered in sharp thorns,"

the acacia answered shyly.

"Oh, that’s all?"

"That’s what protects you from wild animals, isn’t it?"

"So they won’t attack the little birds resting on your branches."

It's a beautiful story.

You read so well now.

Go on, continue.

With its great branches,

the mighty acacia lifted the child

up the length of its tall trunk.

The child breathed beneath its leafy shade,

and fell fast asleep, deep and peaceful.

Oh, Grandma, it’s going to be eight long hours on the road again!

Just you and me.

But that’s fine, right, Grandma?

Are you ready to leave now?

[phone ringing]

Yes, hello?

Okay, wait a sec.

Grandma, I think it’s the real estate agent.

Hello?

Hello, Mrs. Rodriguez.

Have you decided whether you’re selling the property?

I’m sorry.

I’ve decided not to sell it anymore.

As time passed,

the acacia that once seemed thorny and frightening

became Linggit's friend.

He only needed to be truly understood.

so his real heart could be seen.

And the time eventually came when Linggit had to leave him.

But that leaving gave them both their freedom.

Because in freedom, anyone can grow stronger.

The acacia could shelter more lives,

and learn more about itself.

And he learned that real freedom is found in true love.

"Mahal Kita, Walang Iba" Sung by: Angela Muji and Rabin Angeles

"Mahal Kita, Walang Iba" Sung by: Angela Muji and Rabin Angeles