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Third break down this month.
- Let's just walk back... - Hi, sorry, Min.
Not the best way to spend your birthday.
It's fine.
I'd rather be home watching my dramas anyway.
Hey, shouldn't we go with the crowd?
Look, there's someone up ahead.
Manila, she'll welcome you with smiles as warm as the sun.
When the sun sets, take a turn down a dark alley...
and you might find yourself as prey.
Kidnappers and thieves are the least of your worries.
Beware the ones that crave your blood and covet your soul.
They can't be bound by handcuffs.
My father used to say, "Leave the shadows be.
Light will be there to maintain the balance."
Night has taken this city.
The shadows have grown darker.
The treaty that has kept the humans safe
from the supernatural Underworld has begun to unravel.
Good people keep trying to fight back, but the dark forces are getting stronger.
There is no light to keep the shadows in check.
There is only me.
Good evening, Captain Guerrero.
Hello, Alexandra. Thanks for coming down.
I had a feeling you might want to see this.
I admit, I was curious when you described the circumstances.
So, is it...
The White Lady of Balete Drive.
Any witnesses, Lt. Tapia?
No, ma'am.
But one of the neighbors positively ID'd the victim as "Gina Santos."
We checked it, and it turns out she committed suicide in...
"...1995."
Wait, that can't be right.
Ancient runes crudely done.
Clearly ritual sacrifice.
The bigger question is, who would want to kill a ghost and why?
Death is nothing to be afraid of, Alexandra.
It is not an end, but a rebirth to another plane of existence.
There was a time when magic in the world was a natural part of life.
That age has passed.
People fear what they don't understand.
That's why our family has always been the bridge between mankind
and the supernatural.
Your father might be the lakan and protector of the accords,
but I know a few things.
When a soul gets lost...
...we, babaylan, have the power to help.
Tapia, get SOCO to gather the evidence before it blows away.
Yes, Cap!
What?
You just reminded me of your father for a moment.
Anton was usually the only one with a clue in a case like this.
But now that he's gone...
well, now we have you, Alexandra.
There are a few places to acquire magic this strong.
But I know where to start looking.
I have friends in low places.
Tabi-tabi po.
I need to see your master.
I have some questions for him.
Psst!
Down, boy. She's on the level.
Greetings, young Trese.
Good evening, Nuno.
I can always count on you for the dirt.
Nuno sees nothing and hears nothing.
I just...
What do you know about the White Lady?
Okay, okay.
Last week, she was crowing about how her lover
was going to make her a queen
if she helped close a deal with an aswang clan.
Then I hear whispers in the tunnels that somebody put a hit out on her.
Aswang?
What did they want with her?
If you want a seat at their table, the buy-in is a sacrifice.
That dizzy dame thought she was going to be a player.
But she ended up as the chips.
I need to find out which clan made the pact, and then with whom.
Oh, you'll know the crew from the poison they used.
For a bite of that, I could tell you what it is.
Well?
Ground mermaid bones.
Surefire way to trap a ghost in the earthly plane and kill it.
The aswang pack that controls the pier
are the only ones who have it.
But you didn't hear that from me.
Nobody likes a snitch.
A pleasure doing business with you, as always.
Boys, time to go hunting.
Hey! No humans allowed.
Your kind is not welcome here.
Hey!
The only way you can get in...
Greetings, Ibwa, Chief of the Sapa Clan.
I am Alexandra Trese.
The aswang clan signed the accords with my father,
and you are bound by those rules to cooperate with my investigation
or face the consequences.
This son of a bitch.
You come to my turf, and threaten me?
Only I make the rules around here, bitch.
End her!
Ha!
Tell them to go away
or I swear you'll have taken your last breath.
Do what she says.
- We'll be right outside. - Yes, Chief.
Who did you give the mermaid bones to?
Screw you.
The accords dictate that I should give you a warning
for obstructing an investigation.
No.
Consider yourself warned.
Is that an aswang eye?
That's pretty badass.
I need the water in the glass, please.
Thirsty, bossing?
I want to see what kind of creature of darkness we're dealing with here.
Sa mata ng iba, mga lihim magpapakita.
Are you calling
that fire monster again, Mama?
His face can be a little scary, but he is not a monster.
He is the Great Spirit of the Binondo Fire,
and we must show him respect.
Remember what your papa and I always tell you.
- You need to... - You need to see beyond the outside.
Correct.
All of us must see beyond to live in balance.
Give me your hand.
Anton, how was the council meeting?
I knew they would side with you.
Now stay in the city. We're fine.
We'll see you later...
Hello?
My love, it's time to play that game I taught you, okay?
Remember where Papa and I showed you how to hide?
I want you to go there and don't come out until I call.
Okay, Mama.
Maria Makiling, diwata ng bundok,
pagpalain niyo kami.
Stay as quiet as you can
and keep Sinag close.
Whatever happens, remember to see beyond the outside.
I love you, my darling.
So very much.
Now, go.
Hello, Captain Guerrero.
Crimes like these cannot wait for due process.
I promise to find and punish the guilty myself.
- This is why the people elected me. - No rest for the wicked, Captain.
Tell me about it.
We may need you on this one, too.
Doesn't help that I got a circus trampling on my crime scene.
...and why they will do so again!
Yeah!
Mayor Santamaria's office got wind of it.
And now, he wants to take over.
God, I love election time.
He might be trying to cover something up rather than solve it.
Mayor Santamaria isn't someone you can go up against, Alexandra.
He's got backers rich enough to keep him in office
and powerful enough to make his critics disappear.
Gina Santos, the White Lady of Balete Drive,
was his mistress when she killed herself.
He sacrificed her ghost to gain favor with the aswang.
If he's aligning with them, I need to know why.
Vote for Mayor Santamaria. Reelect a man who cares for the people.
Hoy!
Do I know you?
We have a mutual acquaintance.
Ibwa tells me you took some mermaid bones from him.
He runs a bad crew, Mr. Mayor.
You're better off coming clean for the murder of Gina Santos
than dealing with them.
What a wild imagination you have for such a pretty face.
But if you're going to accuse me of something that serious,
you'd better have proof.
I have important work to do for my constituents.
I don't have time for fairy tales of aswang and mermaids.
I never said anything about aswang, Mr. Mayor.
Apparently, the train broke down over the Guadalupe Bridge.
Service crew found it like this, lots of blood, no bodies,
and a pile of missing persons reports.
Do you smell something burning?
No.
There was a fire at the squatters area nearby.
But that was two nights ago.
We're still trying to locate those residents.
They seem to have vanished.
I see.
Will you excuse me, Captain?
I would like the car to myself, please.
Good evening, little Trese.
What game shall we play today?
Greetings, Great Santelmo.
I'm afraid this is business,
and I need your help to uncover what happened.
Well, you're no fun.
The souls who were killed in this car are here,
yet, they are not, and they are not alone.
I sense spirits on fire.
People who had burned to death in their sleep.
They, too, are making the journey.
How can the souls be here and yet not be here?
We are standing in two trains right now.
One for the living...
And the other for the dead.
Thank you, Santelmo. May the great light shone upon you.
Mga kaluluwa, saan kayo papunta?
Ako'y makikiraan, kaya pakibuksan ang pintuan.
Ibu, Goddess of Death,
sends her greetings to you...
...Lakan of humanity.
Emissary, since when does Ibu use the MRT
to ferry the souls of the dead?
The train follows the original pathways.
The most efficient way to the Afterworld.
It wasn't in the original agreement with your father,
but she formally asks that you,
as the current lakan and enforcer of the accords,
consider her request to use it.
I will allow it, but in return, I need a favor.
Tell me where those three girls died and how.
They were hunted down by a clan of aswang on these tracks.
Taken to the tribe's lair, where they met their demise
and their souls found their way back to Ibu's train.
They were not the only ones.
Show me where they were killed.
As you wish.
Wait for my signal.
You got it, bossing. We'll be ready when you need us.
Please help me.
They took my daughter.
Mark the soul as ours before it flies away.
Or Xa-Mul will kill us.
The souls are worth more than the meat.
Hold still, you brat!
It's all right. You're safe now.
Trese!
I know you're in there with our food.
I could smell your stench from a mile away.
Stay close.
Don't be rude.
Come out and join the party.
Trese!
It's not a party when your guests are here against their will, Xa-Mul.
- The accords... - Don't apply here.
Not after what you did to Ibwa.
Those humans were a payment and ours to do with as we please.
Take the girl!
If the lakan gets in the way...
kill her.
Kill her.
Walk away, Trese.
And maybe I'll let this offense slide.
It was Kuya Crispin, who disobeyed your order to wait.
Couldn't let you have all the fun this time, bossing.
It's okay.
Oh, and we freed the people in the back.
Cover me.
Mother!
My baby.
Thank you. You saved my baby.
Can you tell us what happened?
A group of us had survived the fire in Guadalupe but lost everything.
Mayor Santamaria's men came and offered to pay for our relocation.
They had been trying to get us to move even before the fire.
We all knew he was making a deal to build condos,
so we wanted to hold out for a better price.
But now,
there was no choice.
At first, it was good.
We had a clean place to stay and they fed us.
The mayor himself came and promised that he would take care of everything.
Then, night fell.
The aswang.
They came for us while we slept.
They dragged us away and kept us in cages. And we weren't the only ones.
Every day, they brought groups of people.
Like us, they were taken in the dark of night
where nobody would miss us.
From broken down trains to squatters area set on fire,
all of us powerless to do anything but wait.
We could hear the feasting and screams through the walls.
I saw the Mayor in the kitchen talking to the aswang.
Renegotiating their deal.
He promised he would cover up their train raid
and burn more settlements for their food supply.
We called out to him for help, but he ignored us.
Once he got what he wanted, we were nothing to him.
Ah, we may not be able
to arrest Mayor Santamaria for making deals with the aswang,
but we got him on human trafficking, arson,
and the murder of his mistress, Gina Santos.
You okay?
There are monsters among us, and some of them human.
I should have gotten there sooner to save the others.
But look at all the people you saved.
Alexandra.
Alexandra?
Alexandra.
It's all right, little one.
You're safe with Papa.
Those aswang scum will pay for this.
Mama.
Rough night, huh, bossing?
No more than usual, Hank.
Mayor Sancho Santamaria was arrested this morning
on several dozen counts of murder and corruption
connected with the fire at Guadalupe.
According to our sources,
there is also new evidence linking the Mayor
to the death of his alleged mistress, Gina Santos.
What was reported as a suicide is now believed to be a murder.
What is it?
I bring a peace offering from Ibu for your arsenal.
She hopes the lakan has forgiven her mistake.
The Goddess of Death hardly needs to worry about offending anyone.
When the sixth child of the sixth child
takes her rightful place as ruler of the Underworld,
as was foretold by the prophecy,
the Court of Death would like to be in her good graces.
That's not me.
But you may tell Ibu that we are good.
For now.
Yes. Captain? I'm here.
โช Sometimes at night โช
โช I toss and turn โช
โช Did I make a mistake? โช
โช Regret fills me up inside โช
โช I won't waste โช
โช The legacy you passed on to me โช
โช Be careful โช
โช What you promise โช
โช I fear no one โช
โช When I feel you next to me โช
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