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Ow!

What do you want? Money?

I got money.

My dad's got money!

That's the problem with you men.

You always think it's about money.

But it's about power.

And the power I'm looking for, you can't give me.

Wait...

Busy night, Sergeant Guerrero.

You're telling me. Damn bloodbath.

But only the bodyguards have their hearts cut out.

And it turns out they're all ex-military, all from the same unit.

The Skeleton Crew.

We recognize the tattoos, boss.

Used to be deployed down south.

Crazy bunch with an even crazier CO.

Heard he was honorably discharged after an operation went sideways.

See if your contacts in the military can track him down for us.

We should pay him a visit.

Copy that, boss.

We'll get the info to you once we get it.

You think the bodyguards were the target?

We'll see.

Can I do it, Papa?

Sa mata ng iba, mga lihim magpapakita.

Our prime suspect.

Does she look familiar?

I can check our files, but it'll take time.

Bantay, Puti.

Scent's still strong.

We'll track her down.

I think I need a drink.

Colonel Hidalgo.

Are you all right?

Colonel.

We think that someone is murdering soldiers from your unit.

They're gone.

If your life is in danger...

My wife and family are gone.

People will say they left me, but I know the truth.

It was Ramona.

You mean this woman?

The face of the devil herself.

Her band of rebels had been murdering my men for months

before we tracked her to their camp.

But like all rebels, they had their superstitions.

Believe they could call on the powers of war itself.

A blood ritual.

A death ritual.

So you made her into a trophy.

A sick prize for men possessed,

possessed by blood, by lust, by war.

We didn't know what we had done until we...

She was a prisoner.

That doesn't make you soldiers.

That makes you cowards.

You don't understand!

The power of the ritual had poisoned our minds,

taken control of our will.

By the time we came to our senses, she'd escaped.

Colonel, your men are dead.

Killed by a woman who wants retribution for your actions.

If she is coming for you...

Then let her come!

I killed her men and she killed mine.

But death comes for all of us.

Eventually, it will come for you.

The both of you.

Papa?

Don't worry, Alex, we're done here.

Watch his head.

Alexandra, thank you for coming.

I'm happy to oblige, Captain.

But a car crash has little to do with my field of expertise.

Third drag race this month to end in a car crash.

And it's also the third time

where the winning car disappears to thin air.

Nothing picked up by checkpoints, patrol cars, like he just vanished.

I didn't think drag races were still a thing around here.

I wish they weren't.

And so does my tito.

Alexandra. This is my nephew, Marco.

From the Philippine Fifth Infantry Division.

He's old friends with the victim, JP Llorca.

It just doesn't make sense.

JP's been racing cars since he was a kid.

He wouldn't just wipe out like that.

Hoofprints.

Huh?

Looks like he had a passenger, a girl.

JP went everywhere with his girlfriend, Coreen.

I've tried calling her, but it's like she vanished, too.

Witnesses placed the victim with a girl before the race.

Coreen would never leave JP, especially not before a race.

No trace, no body.

She could have been kidnapped.

Boys, this isn't the time to be mingling with the locals.

They're not just any locals, bossing.

They're witnesses.

I'm Hannah.

And I'm Amie.

You're wind people.

Yeah.

We're big fans of races. The faster the car, the better.

We are especially fond of that bright blue racer.

- You saw the other driver? - Mm-hm.

Tall, dark, mysterious type, full of bestial energy.

Had some real horsepower, if you catch our drift.

I think I know where to start looking for our missing girl.

I'm sorry, ma'am, I think you have the wrong floor.

This is reserved for executives.

We're here to see Señor Armanaz.

- Do you have an appointment? - It's urgent.

All matters of the Señor are urgent.

So unless you have an appointment, security will be...

Señor Armanaz will see you now.

Thank you.

Only you, ma'am.

Señor Armanaz, Great Stallion, and Lord of the Tikbalang,

I thank you for granting me an audience.

You are a strong-minded one, little Trese.

Much like your father.

I only hope that the matter you bring to me today is worthy of my time...

for your sake.

I beg your forgiveness, Señor, but I have reason to believe

that one of your tribesmen may have taken a trophy,

a young girl.

I need only to see her return to safety.

If whom you seek is truly from my tribe,

then I shall take care of it myself.

If human trophies are indeed being taken, then it would only upset the balance

between the human world and the Underworld.

I have ruled over these lands for millennia past...

...and you dare lecture me?

I meant no offense, Your Greatness,

but just as you watch over the good of your tribe,

I too watch over mine.

Your father would be proud to see you

walking in his footsteps, little Alexandra.

It's unfortunate that I cannot say the same for my son, Maliksi.

He has gone missing these past weeks.

You shall return him to me, yes?

I promise you, Señor,

when I find the girl, I shall return your son to safety.

Guerrero called again.

Busy night, bossing.

I feel like the Underworld is testing me.

Captain Guerrero, we weren't expecting to see you so soon.

Yeah, we got a call about a repairman getting struck by lightning

while working on an electric pole.

It's nothing out of the ordinary until you take a look at this.

Four individual incidents of electrocution.

All accidents, all in four months.

Right here in the same village.

Sounds like too much of a coincidence.

Tabi-tabi po.

I knew you'd be snooping around here

sooner or later, little Trese.

Nuno, the accidents here in Livewell...

Aren't all a case of cross circuits, if you ask me.

Been hearing ramblings about the folks here

being extra prayerful lately.

I don't mean church either.

Trying to keep their happy lives here and live

while still chug-chug-chugging along.

Then who are they praying to?

Let us just say they are still looking to the heavens for answers.

So you might need a bit of magic to part the clouds, so to speak.

Don't wander too far, Nuno, in case I call on you again.

I never do.

Mga dating nakakubli, ngayo'y ibunyag.

Was this on any

of the other victims, Captain?

That wasn't in the coroner's report.

I can ask.

Don't bother.

I've always been meaning to complain about our electricity bill.

Alexandra Trese, surprised to see you here so late.

But then again, your line of work does tend to keep you up at night.

Not any more than you, Bagyon Lektro.

Especially after finding your son's sigil on a dead body in Livewell Village.

I don't quite like what you're implying, Ms. Trese.

I know the rules.

Our family does not deal in the trafficking of souls.

Not even if they were sacrificed in your name?

I know how your family operates, Bagyon Lektro.

You don't have free rein over the lives of this city.

Not while I'm here.

Don't mistake me for some lived-old horseman, Alexandra.

That balance you and your father have tried

so desperately to maintain is at its end.

Is that why you and your son have returned

to soliciting sacrifices after all these years?

My son, my tribe, my family is none of your business.

Then stay well away from mine

or the next dead body with your son's sigil will be his.

You're treading on very thin ice, little Trese.

Your father would have respected my authority.

Meanwhile, you're letting the foal of Armanaz

run wild in the streets of Manila.

- Whoa! Yeah! - Yeah!

Are you sure he's gonna be here?

As long as there's a worthy competition...

He'll never miss a race.

Just make sure you don't forget our deal.

Don't worry about us.

Just keep your eye on the road.

And make sure to have our prize at the finish line.

Eh, you up for a race?

It depends.

You up for a challenge?

Haven't turned one down yet.

Winner gets a trophy.

Haven't heard that in a while.

You'll have to win first.

Ready, set...

Anytime you're ready, girls.

Then you better hold on to your hairdo.

'Cause once we go, there's no turning back.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Now!

- Yeah! - Yeah!

You cheated!

You use magic, I use magic.

Sounds like a fair race to me.

I do not lose to inferior humans!

But you still lost, which means you still owe me a trophy.

I am Maliksi, prince of the Tikbalang.

I owe you nothing.

And I was mistaken to think that a prince of the Tikbalang

would still honor the code of the race.

Your father would be disappointed.

If only for the code of my people.

You may take your trophy.

She's nothing but a trinket to me.

Boys, Lektro called.

He says he wants to make a deal.

We'll pay him a visit after we drop off Coreen.

You don't remember a thing, do you?

Nothing.

Not after JP agreed to race that blue car.

And then, well, that's when you showed up.

I don't know. It's like...

Someone cast a spell on you?

Something like that, yeah.

Is my boyfriend going to be okay?

The hospital says he'll recover soon enough.

You can visit him after we take you home.

Find out anything good, bossing?

Yeah, we've been itching for some action back here.

Bagyon Lektro wasn't there.

If he thinks I'm playing his game, he's got another thing coming.

Looks like he's already making his move, bossing.

Oh, not the car.

Alexandra Trese, you dare challenge my father, my family?

Bagyon Kulimlim.

Still the spoiled brat you've always been, I see.

The only thing spoiled will be your burned carcass, Trese.

It's over, Alexandra.

Your father isn't here to protect you.

How are you, little Trese?

Sorry, I'm late. Traffic and all that.

Better late than never, Nuno.

Ground him!

Thanks for the assist, Nuno.

You know me.

I never miss a chance to stick it to them big boys.

But you got to be careful who you trip up.

Can't be too sure about the Underworld these days.

Anyone got spare change?

'Cause it looks like we're taking the train.

Coffee, bossing?

Thanks, Hank.

Good morning, girls. Did you enjoy your prize?

Um...

- Yeah. - I guess you could say that.

Wait a minute, we were the prize for winning the race?

I feel objectified.

Speaking of prizes, that Marco guy sends his regards.

Wanted to thank you for getting his friend's girlfriend back.

Even asked for your number to thank you personally.

Oh, sounds like he has a crush on you, bossing.

I told you to stay out of my affairs, Alexandra.

Good morning, Bagyon Lektro.

You could have used the front door.

You extended the courtesy to the Tikbalang,

but not to me, not to my son?

Courtesy went out the door

when Bagyon Kulimlim attacked me in the open.

Then you will pay for your transgressions, Alexandra Trese.

There is a storm coming.

And when it does, don't expect help from my tribe.

Not counting on it, Lektro.

Whatever the storm,

we'll be ready.

♪ Sometimes at night ♪

♪ I toss and turn ♪

♪ Did I make a mistake? ♪

♪ Regret fills me up inside ♪

♪ I won't waste ♪

♪ The legacy you passed on to me ♪

♪ Be careful ♪

♪ What you promise ♪

♪ I fear no one ♪

♪ When I feel you next to me ♪