All language subtitles for Ang hupa (2019)

In the year 2031, widespread volcanic
eruptions happened at the Celebes Sea,

causing the disappearance of sunlight
in Southeast Asia.

Good morning!

I am Dr. Rivera.

We'd like

to remind everyone
here at Daang Miranda community

to get a flu shot.

This is a plea and a project

of President Navarra.

There is yet another threat
of the flu epidemic.

The Dark Killer.

Let us not be lax.

Let us save our lives
and the lives of others.

Everyone's advised
to go to the clinic tomorrow

from seven o'clock
until twelve noon.

The authorities
will search your houses.

Those who have no flu shot certificate

will be arrested.

Thank you!

Let's go!

Men. Let's move out.

- Why are you in a hurry?
- Everyone should get flu shot.

- Medical certificate?
- We don't have one.

No one's allowed
to leave without medical certificate.

Go back to the clinic.

Medical certificate?

No one's allowed
to leave without medical certificate.

Go back to the clinic.

We are asking you
to stop pushing around.

Stop pushing!

There's enough vaccine for everyone.

I repeat.

Stop pushing around.

Coffee brewing took long.

But this is good coffee.

You've read the book of rules?

The most fundamental rule
of this agency is-

Complete suppression.

No words.

No emotions. No attachments.

Interact accordingly.

Just give them what they want.

If you can do that, you can stay longer.

The fee is good anyway.

You can beat the robot servicers.

People prefer real people.

How should I...

interact accordingly?

Just give them what they want.

Everything they want.

No fuss.

Can you do that?

Baby Love!

Baby Love!

I wonder what panty will she wear?

What the heck.

Baby Love.

There she is.

Baby Love.

My goodness, Baby Love.

You made me lose a lot of money.

Your Lady Boss took a lot

of money from me.

I cannot give any more money.

Everything!

All of my savings!

You don't feel sorry for me?

Dance!

Dance.

Dance, Baby Love!

There you go.

Dance!

Dance, Baby Love!

Dance, Baby Love.

Are you crying?

Do you love me?

Model 37!

Speak!

You're like a robot!

You won't say anything?

You won't say anything?

This woman is like a demon.

Model 37!

Speak, Robot!

Speak!

What the heck.

You still refuse to speak?

Model 37!

Speak!

Speak!

Model 37...

ID?

Move. Go.

Miss...

Please add more adobo and rice.

And some chili pepper
for the soul to be awakened.

Does the Filipino people
still have soul, my child?

Our country has no more soul.

Don't you want to sit down?

I'll just stand.

Okay, my child.

ID?

ID?

Move!

Move!

Retreat!

Move forward!

Move!

Down on your knees!

Down!

You're awake.

I thought you were very tired.
Go back to sleep.

I've killed
fifteen prisoners of war earlier.

I saw them in my dream.

They were pleading.

How did you kill them?

Close range.

In the head.

All of them.

I can still smell the scent
of gun powder

mixed with fresh blood.

Have we turned into monsters, Martha?

Elimination of the enemy
is our only option, Marissa.

If we soften,

they will crush us.

Should we soften,

this country will be gone!

That's a jingo position.

Our enemies are also patriotic.

Fuck them.

I'll just get some water.

Notice to the Filipino people:

Using driverless cars is prohibited.

The Armed Forces of the Philippines

are the only ones allowed to use drones.

That's what...

That's why you want
me always in front of you.

You'll get it, you'll get it.
It's just drilling.

You'll get comfortable with the movements,
ok?

Yeah, great.

Again.
One's fine.

Push and pull, ok?

Higher, higher, a lot more above the bone.
Pull towards your belly.

- Ok.
- But there, instead of pulling, pushing.

Legs pushing. There. That's a
really good movement, I'll be...

So this is just for drill passing
for you, ok?

Always put it back, nice, yeah.

They're not going
to be... a little bit.

That's ok.

There you go!

There! Fresh meat
of a drug-addicted person!

There you go!

Here!

Very fresh meat of an addict!

You're still mad?

Go, eat that!

The re-emergence
of the flu epidemic of 2031

which we now call "The Dark Killer",

the murderer
of an estimated 15 million Filipinos,

20 million Indonesians,

10 million Malaysians,

10 million Thais,

around 20 million Cambodians,

Laosians, Vietnamese, Taiwanese,

and half of Singapore's population

must be stymied at all cost.

Sir,
you pronounce stymied, "Sty-meed".

Okay!

Stymied.

Okay! Stymied.

Yes, good, Sir.

An occurrence of such magnitude
can only be averted

by round-the-clock vigilance
in the populace of South East Asia

and a greater commitment on the part

of our valued institutions
in the region.

Until the sun comes out,

or the skies will clear
in these parts of the world,

this new flu strain,

The Dark Killer,
remains the biggest threat hereabouts.

We must fight it without let-up!

We must not lower our guards!

And we must not be reliant to the West

in looking for solutions to this threat.

We must fight this monster,
this scourge,

on our own terms.

We must stop being so dependent

and subservient from the West.

Just look at what is the West
is doing anyway.

It's quite clear
that they are avoiding our region

like the plague!

Their so-called assistance,
or aid is, at best...

What is this?

Sir, perfunctory. It's perfunctory.

It means an action carried out
with minimal effort.

I know but is it still being used?

Yes, Sir.

It is colloquial
to English-speaking countries.

It's quite clear
that they are avoiding our region

like the plague!

Their so-called assistance,
or aid is, at best,

perfunctory,

half-hearted,

just a show with a one-sided
quid pro quo

that is, to make them look good.

This act of avoidance is deliberate

and in fact, pre-meditated,

certainly a very subtle act of sabotage.

They will look good while we suffer.

They're the providers

and we, Asians, are the mendicants,

the beggars.

We don't need them!

We will take care of our own.

The region must unite

in all its battles
not just with the Dark Killer,

but also with the coming of pocket,

foolish, and ignorant forces
that aim to topple

our valued governments and institutions.

And so I say,
that Southeast Asia, unite!

Very good, Sir!

Beautiful, Sir, yes.

Okay, then.

What?

After your speech, there's going to be
a Q&A with the world press.

They'll just ask anything,
those sons of bitches!

They'll just insult me aplenty.

That's the way it is, Sir.

I'll answer the human rights issues,

and environment concerns, Sir.

Don't worry.
I know very well the face of sarcasm.

I'll take care of it.

Sir, one more round with the speech?

Okay, then.

Sir...

If you can put greater emphasis
on the key words, so that...

there's more drama.

- The key words?
- Yes, Sir.

Let's see.

Okay.

A blissful day to all of you

who are gathered here today.

That's Malay Filipino

for a blissful day

to all of you
who are gathered here today.

I am the eternal leader
of the Filipino people,

that's my destiny.

What gives you this idea,
Mr. President?

Idea?

It is not an idea; it is the truth!

I am fait accompli
to the Filipino people.

I'm not a product of time,
I'm a product of destiny, of eternity.

So you're descended from the heavens?

Like a Japanese emperor
or, a son of God?

Yeah, you may say that.
Yes, right. You may say that.

I can sense that you will be writing
unfairly about me,

just like all the other condescending
foreign journalists

that has come to our shores.

You'll even write that I am a nutcase
just like all the other leaders like

Donald Trump, Idi Amin,
Moammar Gadafi, Imelda Marcos

and all the other leaders
that you do not like.

Frankly, I don't care.

I don't care,
as long as I tell the truth.

The truth that you, western people,
do not comprehend and do not understand.

- What's incomprehensible, Sir?
- Culture!

It is for utter lack
of perusal and understanding

of the culture of the Orient.

Indolence on your part, or laziness.

I think it is arbitrary.

It is obscene and an insult to us.

We must not be treated that way.

At best, you look at us as
some kind of curiosity

akin to some anthropological fossil

yet to be deciphered.

At worse, you look at us

as colonists, inferior human beings

despite the greatest stride of Japan

of China, of South Korea,

despite the fact that this is 2034.

This, I tell you,

with great pride and finality.

We ceased to be
the white man's burden a long time ago.

Well-

You can take some coconut juice.

It's good for your body,
it's good for your digestion.

It has alkaline.

It's good for your blood.
It takes away the toxins.

It's good! Thank you.

Do you know that coconut water
is as expensive as rice nowadays?

- How are you doing?
- I'm fine, Sister.

The rain is strong!

Aren't you getting wet?

Chopping some more?

I am grateful

that right in front of me,

the face and soul,

of freedom.

You.

All of you who are here,

You...

You are the true face of freedom.

You...

You are freedom.

I can see in you,

Jesus Christ.

Jesus.

Jesus...

is freedom.

Ma'am Tindeng,
can I buy sardines?

I'll just pay later when Andong arrives.

- Okay, get some.
- Thank you, Ma'am!

How is he feeling?

Getting better, Father.

Forgive me,

for being the bearer

of yet another

bad news.

The government

stopped the delivery

of basic provisions

in our community,

most specially, rice and flour.

Calm down!

Calm down!

We cannot solve things by shouting!

We all know,

why they stopped the provision!

This is some strategy!

This government is punishing us.

We are still part of their list

of rebellious communities.

The church will try to help

by talking to authorities concerned
to fix this.

Meanwhile,

we should try look

for other sources of rice,

flour, and other things we might need.

Ramirez...

Will we still see each other?

Of course, Father.

Well,

I hope so, Father.

You need to come back here, Ramirez.

Many will die from hunger.

Many will die from sickness.

The children will suffer.

Whatever happens to me,

to the kind nuns and the volunteers,

please do not forsake this community.

Please.

Don't forsake Sta. Rosa.

No, Father.

As long as we're breathing.

Thank you, Hook.

It's Ramirez, Father.

I'm sorry, but...

You cannot hide anything from me.
I know you.

How's your eyesight?

I will be blind, but, slowly.

It's called,

anosognosia.

Anosognosia...

A good title for a film!

Also a great name for a band.

This is a time

where metal bands
should keep making noise,

to trash away all the sorrows!

You know what?

I can still

hear your wails.

I still have your band's album!

What a name!

Blind Bougainvilleas!

Why that name?

If you don't mind, quite strange.

That plant
has an insignificant demeanour

but is the most persistent.

In the middle of the heat,

humidity, dryness,

it gives off the most vibrant colors.

In summer, the bougainvillea,

is an eyesight

to the perennially blinding light,
Father.

For irony and context,
we chose blind, so...

Blind Bougainvilleas.

Unfortunately, there's no summer now.

It's all darkness.

It's all sorrow.

The bougainvillea
has become insignificant.

It's only a bush now,

a bush in the season of cowards!

I can always sense,

you're such a gentle being,

and a very spiritual soul.

So, how did you become

a member of the Special Force?

How come you were a part of
the killing machine of Nirvana?

Father, ex-member.

And my group is never a part
of President Navarra's dirty machine.

I know.

You are the new heroes, your batch.

Except for Colonel

Martha Officio,

the number one executioner of Navarra.

Those two are very evil!

Martha Officio.

Colonel Martha Officio

and Lieutenant Marissa Ventura!

Their cruelty is immeasurable!

I'm sorry...

So... How's your eyesight?

I've been half-blind
since I was a kid, Father.

I just never acknowledged it.

The denial is called anosognosia.

What caused it?

When I was a kid, around...

six or seven?

Six years old...

The tricycle which brought me to school

slammed into a wall.

I had a wound in my brain.

There were lesions...

My visual cortex was the most damaged

according to the medical report
I received when

I had a thorough check-up finally,
seven years ago.

So it can happen any day...

One of these days...

Now.

Anytime, the doctors warned.

It will just happen,
everything will just go

dark.

But I'm ready.

An analogy of your condition:

it's happening now!

Most parts of the earth is dark.

The Philippines is dark!

And a lot are literally blind!

We don't give up, of course.

Okay. Ramirez?

Take care.

Just don't trust what you know.

Just don't trust what you know.

Mr. President?

This is so hard, Martha.

Am I doing it right?

You are doing great, Nirv.

What else is there to prove?

What can I do to prove

that what I'm doing is for the country?

What else, Martha? What else?

You don't have to prove anything, Nirv.

There are more people who love you
than those who hate us.

Don't worry!

I am here to take care of you.

We are here.

They will not succeed, Nirv.

I'm so tired of living
and hiding in safehouses like this.

Let's go back to Malacañang!

You need to be safe, Nirv!

You are leading
a revolutionary government!

Men like Hook Torollo
are waiting to prey on you.

Let's go to him!

Mennen might be waiting!

- When do you want to visit him?
- Now!

Mennen is waiting!

Marissa?

Clear the area.

Let's go to Mennen, Nirv said.

We are in an operation.

Now, Marissa.

Copy.

Get ready, Nirv.

Thank you, Martha!

That's where he waits for me.

- No, Nirv, no!
- Mr. President, please!

Let me go, let me go, let me go!

Mr. President...

Sir, please!

Mr. President, it's not safe!

Mennen...

Mr. President, we need to go.

Mennen...

- Sir, please.
- Let's go, Nirv.

Mr. President...

We need to go.

It's getting more dangerous.

- Let's go, Nirv.
- Sir, please. Let's go.

Martha...

Mennen might not come anymore,
Martha.

He might not come anymore, Martha.

He will come, Nirv.

Don't worry.

But when?

When will he come? When?

Mennen will come, Nirv.

He will come.

Waiter?

- Yes, Ma'am?
- One shot of whiskey for coffee, please.

Thank you.

You're also the one who brought that
last week, right?

The ballpens have no ink.

I don't know if you're aware...
I'm sorry, but...

I'm starting to wonder
if you're really deaf or not.

Everything's classified.

You're safe.

I'm the only one who knows your ID,

name, and all the information
you will share with us.

And upon your request,

the institution
will obliterate your records.

Are you sure
you don't want some coffee or cake?

Their coffee with whiskey here is great!

No.

So,

you choose.

I'll go to your place
or you go to my clinic?

There are different schedules
and frequencies of praxis.

Here's the program.

Choose a syllabus
that you think will suit you.

Thanks.

You said you've read my book,

"A Nation Without Memory"?

Yes.

Around...

Five years ago.

The research that you did
is outstanding!

Excellent.

You unearthed a lot of truths
about our culture.

It's an important work.

The one with Tagalog translation
will soon be launched.

Really?

Great, then!

A lot of people can read it now.

I will buy as soon as it's out.

Thank you!

I won't take long.

I'll just call
when I'll avail your program.

Okay. I'll wait for your call.

Thank you!

I'm Dr Jean Edades Hadoro.

A psychiatrist and psychotherapist.

But I am also a curator of memory.

Which means I look at memory

on a level of greater aesthetic.

Memory is the fundamental aspect

of Man's nature and being.

Memory is the very soul
of man's existence.

I founded the institution

Tahanang Walang Pangalan 12 years ago.

As a response to an
escalation of a culture of

deliberate arbitrary
forgetting among Filipinos.

I became aware of this culture

during my almost decade long study

on Filipinos deal with their past.

They lock the memory
repository part of their being.

For those suffering or in pain

forgetting is the easier thing to do.

Yes we can all elect to forget

but it has its consequences.

You can lose your soul.

The malady was a phenomenon.

Filipinos do not want to remember.

Carmen,

take care!

I'm going to work now.

I'll go ahead!

I'll go home immediately.

Hey, kids!

You should still be in bed!

Go ahead, go back to sleep!

They just woke up.

Hi, Nirv!

It's done.

Commodore Lazatin is dead.

Copy.

Copy.

Sir...

President.

Let's go.

Later.

I hope there's a close up

of the crushing
of Commodore Lazatin's face.

I want to see
that asshole's face crushed!

Request for closer shots, Marissa.

But come to think of it,

it's better if he survives
for two to three days or weeks.

Slow death will be good.

The kind where he'll be in vegetative state
and he'll be an invalid, right, Martha?

- What do you say about that?
- Yes, you're right.

So that asshole
will feel his betrayal on me.

Is it available?

A filmmaker has a footage.

But, he's selling it.
The price is quite high.

Confiscate it!

Bring it here so we can see it!

Circulate that footage
to the news bureaus.

Yes, Sir.

Yes, Sir.

Son of a bitch.

My fellow countrymen,

by now, you may have already heard
of what happened

to Commodore Reminald Lazatin.

You're all son of bitches!
Pesky demons!

Fuck you all!

Judases! Traitors!

Commodore Lazatin needs to die!

As I have said,

it's only me.

It's only me,

President Nirvano Reyes Navarra,

who will liberate this country.

My people has chosen me

to deliver them to the promised land

and who am I to refuse
the longing of my people?

I am just their humblest servant.

They need me.

They know very well
that it's God's choice!

Who am I to spurn the will of God?

What?

The masses cannot understand English?

Since when did they understand me?

I dreamt Angel Gabriel
went down from heaven.

And he told me

that I will be the one
to bring my beloved people

and my fellow countrymen
towards their liberation.

Land of the morning

Child of the sun returning

With fervour burning

Thee do our souls adore

Land dear and holy

Cradle of noble heroes

Ne'er shall invaders

Trample thy sacred shore

Ever within thy skies
and through thy clouds

And o'er thy hills and sea

Do we behold the radiance,
feel and throb

Of glorious liberty

Thy banner, dear to all our hearts

Its sun and stars alight

O never shall its shining field

Be dimmed by tyrant's might

Beautiful land of love, O land of light

In thine embrace 'tis rapture to lie

But it is glory ever,
when thou art wronged

For us, thy sons to suffer and die

I cannot trust anybody these days.

They are all conspiring against me.

They are all betraying me.

I don't need them.

Earlier, Commodore Lazatin
was ambushed in Luneta.

A lot of people have witnessed it!

He was shot multiple times
and so was his team.

Served them right.

They are traitors to the country.

Commodore Lazatin is a traitor!

Why, I was the one responsible
for making him a commodore!

I took care of him.

I put him in government service,
gave him position, then he'll betray me?

Fuck him.

What?

I don't believe that!

I don't want to listen to you!
I don't know you!

I don't believe you!
That's not true!

That's a lie!

I don't wanna hear that!

Enough!
Enough! I don't want to hear it!

I don't know you!
I'm not listening to you!

Don't wanna hear that!

I don't know you!

That's not true!

No!

I don't know you!
I won't listen to you!

Fuck you!

No!

I don't believe you!

Fuck you!

I don't believe you!

Fuck!

That's not true, that's not true!

I don't believe you!

I don't want to hear you!

I said I don't know you!

I don't know you!

No! Fuck you, no!

No, I don't believe you!

That's not true!

That's not true!

I don't believe you!

Fuck you!

I don't believe you!

Fuck, you stink!

Where's your gun?

The loyalists
of President Navarra created

a very efficient cordon sanitaire.

So keep yourself within the circle.

Maintain your activity in the area.
Your objective is to get close.

This is the first safe house
you'll go to.

If only we can ID his movements,
safe houses,

that would be easier.

We need patterns.

Navarra has no pattern.

Smooth.

Smart.

Your bitch classmate Martha,

is the one who's smooth and smart.

We should take hundred steps
before we catch her!

Our chances are our only chance.

We create our own chances, Hook.

Easy for you to say,
you're in air-conditioned rooms.

Me?

Dust.

Mud.

Mosquitos.

Snakes. They're my companions.

So many snakes lurking around.

The keys to the three new safe houses.

Everything you need is there:

names of assets,
numbers, passwords.

You just need to decode it.

Save that.

It's hard to get contributions nowadays.

Everyone is leaving.

Everyone's scared.

You must understand people are leaving,
starving, they're dying.

Don't you want to have a companion?

No.

There many new recruits.
You can create your own cell.

No need.

I want to work alone.

I don't want a burden.

Alright, Le Samurai!

Lazatin could have been
our biggest asset inside,

he just got caught.

He was killed like a chicken.

But of course,
that bitch classmate of yours,

Colonel Martha Officio,

supervised the operation.

What happened to Martha?

People change.

She used to be under your wing, right?

Isn't she the youngest in your group?

Man is changing.

Fuck you. You just revised the sentence.

Listen.

Third floor, Room 35.

Your immediate neighbours:

Room 34, a widow professor.

Room 36, prostitute couple.

In other words, in Psychology 101,

they will desire you.

Enjoy!

Fuck you.

Good luck, Lone Eagle!

We will help you fly.

Do better helping me!

Fuck you, it's not easy!

Your existence from now on,
is classified status.

Officially secret.

Only me,
and Lieutenant Marissa Ventura,

have access to all information

with your new persona

including your old persona, of course.

Welcome to your new existence,
Mr. Philip Joosens.

We now officially baptise you
as Mennen Reyes.

Thank you.

As agreed,
any breach will result to obliteration,

to extermination.

I hope that's clear?

I do understand.

You will live forever.

We will give you everything.

From now on,

you will now be Mennen Reyes.

You will undergo A.N.I.P.,

Assuming a New Identity Process
for a month.

And after that,
we'll conduct a series of testing.

If the application is good,
we shall proceed.

And how will I know if I'm good?

Do your best.

Do your best, Mennen.

You're the chosen one.

You will have a good life.

And we will, of course,
take care of you.

Thank you.

I don't feel good about this, Martha.

Where?

This is not ethical.

We are fooling Nirv.

We're playing around with him.

Makes me feel guilty.

Marissa...

We are aware
of Nirv's mental state, right?

We just turned his delusion to reality.

Nothing's wrong with it.

It's wrong.

We're working on a lie, fuck!
We're lying!

It is apocryphal.

You know that at some point,
it will become true!

Whatever.

I feel sick. I can't take this.

Marissa...

In this age
where the world is a robot now,

lies and truth have no more difference.

Otherwise, consider it
as another form of military exercise.

I wouldn't accept
that perspective either.

Well, that's your position.

He is now Mennen Reyes
and he is our project.

Nothing you can do about it!

Accept it and consider it

as an order from an officer, okay?

But is there some space
for discourse on truth,

Senior Officer?

Model 37, please.

Thank you.

Sex isn't just what I'm after.

If you still don't want
to say your name,

just write down your address.

So I'll have another chance to see you.

So I can find you.

Fuck! Can't you just, react?

Sorry...

I love you already.

This is for you.

I cooked that.

Your service is there.

Your tip.

See you next week?

If you're not busy.

Miss Haminilda Rios...

Why won't you light
that cigarette up?

I don't really smoke, Doctor.

I just want to hold it.

That's nostalgia!

That's great!

Would you like to start your session

or would you like
to roam around first?

No...

Let's begin.

Chiqui, are you okay?

I'm good, Ma'am, thanks!

God, when will this ever stop?

Did it return?

You remembered anything?

Let's be patient.

We're going to repeat this process.

Don't worry. Don't think hard.

Be open.

We'll wait for...

the obscure.

The inferior.

The unseen.

The hidden.

The nuances to manifest.

Some bits. Some pieces.

And maybe some answers.

And if you're lucky,

some truths.

How was your day?

I witnessed a horrific death.

A motorcycle crashed
in front of the house where I live.

I was the first to see it.

I even touched the dying man.

I was able to feel
the last three pulses before he died.

God, I'm sorry.

What did you feel?

What is its effect on you?

If he didn't ride that motorcycle,

would he still be alive?

Your question is valid.

I hope people ask
questions like that!

Questions looking
for philosophical truths!

Logic!

I'm hungry.

We have chicken adobo
and pesto in our menu.

We can request for other dishes!

Just juice.

Or wine.

For my nerves.

I'll check. Red or white?

Whatever.

White.

Dry.

If it's available.

Hang on.

Red wine.
But that's a good one.

I also witnessed

the ambush of Commodore Lazatin.

I was there.

I saw the carnage.

It was so brutal!

They were killed via multiple gunshots.

Blood literally flowed at the streets.

In fact,

because I was there,

and my face is on the ground,

my mouth wide-open,

because I was trying to act dead,

I was able to taste blood.

Plenty of blood.

God, I'm sorry.

I realized something
after that experience.

What is it?

Fresh blood is so good.

My body became stronger.

Sorry.

You were trying to cure me
of my fractured memory.

Right?

Yes! That's, ah...

part of what we're trying to do
in this process:

to dig up the buried memories

that you refuse to remember.

Is blood...

fundamental to remembering?

Yes! In a way because of its...

basic function.

Blood becomes fundamental

because it's a conduit
to the chemical flow

to dispatch oxygen to your brain
and to your whole being!

But why?

Blood will bring me there:

to the path to remembering.

What do you mean?

I will be needing fresh blood.

I need to drink fresh blood always.

Are you serious?

I just thought of it.

Some more wine?

No.

I'm not really an alcohol drinker.

I drink when I need to be calm.

Marijuana?

I'd just be tripping.

I'd just fall into depression further.

Please, sit down.

We can now go into a discourse.

What is the dominant colour
in the painting?

Red.

Green.

Well...

Red is stronger.

Any shapes or distinct features?

Straight lines.

Pointed structures.

Bends.

Space?

Time?

I'm a bit distracted.

Which one?
What kind of distraction?

I don't know.

There seems to be a hole.

Void?

Lonely?

Or maybe I'm just lonely for the...

for the person involved in the accident.

How is his family doing?

If he has one...

You don't have plans of knowing?

Go to his wake or,

look for his family.

With the lead guitar pattern,

did you feel anything?

Or more of,

visceral

in terms of reaction?

Yes.

More of...

Gut level, in a way.

I just thought, what if,

I was the one shooting that gun?

What if I was the one killing?

That was,

the Lazatin ambush you've witnessed.

The psychology of fascists.

That's what you're experiencing.

That's how Hitler
worked around German people,

for the Nazi perspective.

The death of the six million Jews

is the result.

That's how Stalin's collectivisation

worked around Russians.

Millions of Russians died in hunger.

That's how

Mao Tse Tungs' Great Leap Forward

worked in China.

The result?

40 million Chinese people died.

That's how Marcos
played around in the Philippines.

Cataclysm of the Filipino soul

is the result.

Your...

Your yearning for blood.

Is it still there?

Can we put it in context?

Which one?

Is killing part
of your yearning for blood?

No.

No.

All I want is...

is to drink fresh blood.

Excuse me...

May I...

Can I talk to you?

Why, Ma'am?

Someone told me that...

you're a butcher in the market.

Yes, Ma'am. Why?

Can I get fresh blood from you?

I'm asking you...

I need fresh blood.

I need to drink fresh blood.

Really?

You want fresh blood?

Drinking fresh blood

is an ideology.

You have to embrace the belief.

Come eat with me!

Thank you but I'm full.

Come back by Monday.

Thank you!

Friends...

Good news! We have a new member!

Introduce yourself, Ma'am.

Hammy?

Fresh blood for you.

Thanks!

Blood of a calf from Batangas.

Positive.

Teddy Sangki's group is there.

Order Operation 10.

Boys. Simeon's Bar and Karaoke.
Operation 10.

Jose Rizal, June 19.

They're in a round table.

Sangki is in the middle.

Soup and food, Ma'am.

Thank you, Son.

Thank you, son.

No problem.

Who is she?

I just gave her food.

Where are you getting food?

There are people feeding us.

Do you know where to buy rice?
And flour?

I'll give you money.

- What's your business here?
- ID?

Father Romero sent me.

You want to drink?

I'll open one for you.

Just a few sacks of rice. Quick.

Our supply is running out.

It's important we get regular supply.

Supply?

Fast?

Eight hundred per kilo.

Can I haggle?

We can only afford six hundred.

Know what?
I won't waste your time.

I can tell you,
in a matter of four hours,

the supply will run out.

The price will increase later.

Father Romero is begging.

Damn that priest!

If my mother isn't Catholic,
I wouldn't bother giving you!

Thank her! She's a saint.

I can only bring fifteen sacks.

I'll deliver with you.

You don't trust us?

Just making sure it's delivered.

Know what?

There are several deliveries today.

Your place is the last.

Sta. Rosa is farthest.
The most dangerous as well.

And that Father Romero,
I heard he's dangerous!

And a lot of people in the wanted list
are hiding in Sta. Rosa!

That's not true.

They're just spreading rumours
about Father Romero.

Don't you really want to drink?

It's free!

I'm good, thank you.

Up to you.

There's plenty of them!
We can't fight them!

Don't use your weapons!
We can't beat them!

Quick!

Why are you quiet?
It's like you've seen a ghost!

Mr. President.

Millions will die.

It's just so massive

and the eventual,

collateral casualties,
if I may say so, Sir.

It's tantamount
to slaughtering our own people!

No!
We're saving our people!

We should do that,
Mr. Defense Minister!

That's what the period calls for,
that's what chances are asking for.

I have to make the decision
to save this country.

With all due respect, Sir,

it's not necessary.

The Armed Forces can do it!

Look, don't worry.

We will contain all these problems.

Can you?

The uprisings are everywhere!

We need tougher measures!

These are just...

Pocket uprisings,
small movements, Sir!

Why is paranoia pervasive now?

We're like rats, unsure with our steps!

We need a most immediate and urgent
radical measure to save this country!

That's the only immediate
and cleanest solution I can think of!

I'll set the date.

Let's work with extreme caution.

This should be kept a secret
within this circle.

Yes, Sir.

Sir...

Sir, please.
Please reconsider.

We can still explore other options.

My decision is final.

Do it!

My name is Lorenzo Gabisan Inakay,

Former Defense Minister of this country.

I would like to let everyone know,

A most frightening plan

of President Nirvano Reyes Navarra.

This plan,

along with the other sins
of this government,

is the reason
why I resigned from my position.

I am a witness

to the preparation of this plan
of President Navarra.

This is what he calls,
"Operation Black Rain".

This coming August 9,

in the anniversary
of the Nagasaki bombing,

the implementation
of the Operation Black Rain will begin.

A poisonous gas

will spread along communities,

towns, provinces,

cities, rebellious islands,

or places they think
are hiding areas of rebels.

The government will make it appear like

this is yet another Dark Killer outbreak

or a flu epidemic.

The government will make it appear like

this is yet another Dark Killer outbreak

or a flu epidemic,

is the reason why I resigned
from my position.

I am a witness

to the preparation of this plan
of President Navarra.

This coming August 9,

in the anniversary
of the Nagasaki bombing,

The implementation
of the Operation Black rain will begin.

A poisonous gas

will spread along communities,

towns, provinces,

cities, rebellious islands,

or places they think
are hiding areas of rebels.

The government will make it appear like

this is yet another Dark Killer outbreak

or a flu epidemic.

Fuck that Inakay!

So.

Right in front of me are

the messenger and the executioner
of Nirvano Navarra.

I am an officer.

We're just following an order.

You're allowing yourselves to be used
by your friend so much,

Colonel Martha Officio,

General Elmer Chua.

He made you think
that you can get away with this.

You have been overwhelmed

with ambition,

with greed,

just like your boss.

There's still time, Martha.

Elmer.

Let's save this country.

We have minds of our own,
Mr. Lorenzo Inakay.

We are doing this for the country.

For the country?

Be afraid.

You're starting to sound like him.

Think about it!

Watch your language!

You've taken everything from me.

Even my personality,

you've destroyed it

in public.

Thanks to your lies.

Be afraid.

Be afraid.

One day...

the truth will come
knocking again at your doors.

And in an instant,
you will be stinking garbage...

Defense Minister-

Former Defense Minister!

I'm no longer serving that animal,
Nirvano Navarra.

Mr. Lorenzo Inakay,

We're currently
holding your family captive.

Now,

you have two options.

First:

You can drink

this vial.

It will be fast.

Ten seconds,

no pain.

It will be declared as cardiac arrest.

Or...

We will push you off a cliff.

There's dignity with the first option.

We'll just announce
that you had a heart attack.

You will be given
full military honours and

you will be buried
at the Heroes' Cemetery.

Fuck that Heroes' Cemetery!

I am not a hero!

And this country
doesn't need fucking heroes!

This country needs real people.

Not mad people,

not the lunatics!

Even though you'll bury me there,

just to hide the evil deeds
of Nirvano Navarra,

my body will struggle to get up

and go out from the premises

of that desecrated cemetery!

Because my dead body will not like

to be with the likes
of Ferdinand Marcos

and other traitors in the country

who forced themselves
to be buried there!

And my dead body wouldn't like
to be with that Navarra

because one day,

you'll also bury him there, right?

Fuck!

You talk too much, damn you!

Go ahead.

Go ahead!

Fuck you, do it!

If that will make you happy,
go ahead!

I know what makes you happy!

I know how high your ambitions are.

Goodbye,

Defense Minister,
Lorenzo Inakay.

We have some questions for you,
Father.

We got reliable information
that Colonel Hook

and Lieutenant Rainier are hiding in
your enclave together with other rebels.

I don't know that.

That's treason, Father.

I am God's servant.

Every day,

Sta. Rosa receives a lot of visitors.

Those who are hungry,

those who are sick,

wounded,

those who need shelter.

We don't know their names

or ask who they are.

It is our duty

to give them shelter
in the house of God unconditionally.

Father...

If you won't tell Hook's whereabouts,

we are going to have to destroy
the enclave, Father.

If this is truly an evil deed
of the government,

God will take charge on you both.

Not only are you killing us in hunger,

you're destroying our community as well.

Where is that evilness coming from?

Well, I'll give you a chance, Father.

Let's go.

Why are you killing the good people?

Why are you putting good people in jail?

Why are you destroying the reputation

of the good people?

Why are you killing the poor people?

You've killed so many young people!

Tell this to the president

of your republic!

Why does he keep on

killing the truth in this country?

He is madman!

The president of this republic is a liar!

Package! For John Molina!

We haven't heard from you
for quite a while.

I thought you've abandoned me already.

It's just really hard to move, Hook.

Navarra's paranoia is getting graver.

How's your wound?

It's just a wound. Not that bad.

I'm sorry about Father Romero.

I heard the torture he went through.

They left his body rotting
beside the cathedral.

No one can go near.

Jean Hadoro is about to be arrested
because of her great book.

And here's the biggest yet.

We've decoded an info from our mole.

Poor country.

Darker days ahead, Hook.

O.B.R.

Operation Black Rain.

It is the elimination of all enclaves

outside of the bubble
cities and communities.

The operation will commence on
the anniversary of the Nagasaki bombing,

which is a month away.

They will put poison in the rain
and spray gas in communities.

They will declare
that there's an outbreak of Dark Killer.

Millions of Filipinos will die, Hook.

If...

Sorry.

Sorry. I forgot,

your entire family perished
because of the Dark Killer.

Nena, your wife, was very kind.

And that precautious little boy of yours,
Dondee...

Sorry.

Sorry.

We need to move, Hook.

We need to do something.

Fuck that Nirvano Navarra!

Fuck that Martha Officio!

Fuck that General Chua!

Fuck all of them!

Any input, Lone Eagle?

We might run out of time.

Many will die.

Remember the Blind Bougainvilleas?

Yeah!

We made good music, by the way.

Right?

I love that band...

We were a real band.

I still hope that, we'd regroup one day

when...

everything's clear.

Sometimes,
I still see some of my former bandmates.

They just,

appear out of nowhere.

I hope you still remember...

Here's one from the late,
great, lamented,

Blind Bougainvilleas!

There's a road
that lies beyond the highway

A road that time forgot

A road that winds
like a slithering serpent

As rough as the devil's gut

But though this road
is a lot less taken

It's all what all cruiserheads take

For at the end lies love and glory

You just have to stay awake

Sainted roses line the valley new

You'll pass, the fields of green

Just beware of other riders who

By day remain unseen

And if your horse should lose its steam

Your fire should lose its flame

Remember you can never go back

You can never go back
from where you came

Where you came

Where you came

Sainted roses line the valley new

You will pass the fields of green

But beware of other riders who

By day remain unseen

And if your horse should lose its steam

Your fire should lose its flame

Remember you can never go back

You can never go back
from where you came

Where you came

Where you came

Where you came

Reverse, Reverse Palace

Reverse, Reverse Palace

Brother!

Hey, man!

I saw you
but I know your situation, so...

I just pretended not to see you.

But you gave hints in your spiel.

If an enemy hears it, I'm dead.

Sorry...

I couldn't help but be nostalgic

when I felt your presence.

I was surprised to see you, brother.

You've a good band.

A different genre.

You're really an explorer.
Restless.

From punk, metal, jazz,

reggae,

and now, funk.

What's next?

Yoyoy Villame?

Yoyoy is cool!

I love your band's name.

SSS!

How is this related to Hitler's Gestapo?

Distant cousins? I don't know.

Fuck the Nazis, man!

Fuck Navarra!

Where's our country going?

I don't know, brother.

I don't know.

So...

I'll call the group.

Let's do an album.

It's just a one day jam.
That's it!

Let's just give this system the
dirty finger, man.

We're losing time.

Sure!

We have to leave, it's dangerous!

Sorry, Django.
But we need to leave.

Let's go!

But man, SSS is cool!

I'll get going.

Wait up!

Call me. I'll go there.

Cool.

Take care.

Listen carefully, Hook.

It's Navarra's birthday in two days.

Marissa and Martha
have a simple celebration for him.

It will be held at Quezon Towers,
Unit 701.

We can get Unit 716, just across theirs.

The rooms and windows are bulletproof.

But, we have a chance.

Navarra has a habit of spitting
at the window quickly.

Just once.

And that's the only chance you got.

He'll open the window, 1-2 seconds...

You need to be real quick.

Just one wrong move,

and the birds/drones will prey on you.

Take care.

Just like what you've said, Hook,

chances are our only chance.

Hi!

Praise the Lord!

Let's celebrate!

Happy, happy birthday!

Thank you!

Thank you so much, everybody.
Thank you!

Maybe because
General Chua's size is big!

But you know what?

Dovie Beams is way prettier.

Marcos is really great!

Marcos is my hero!

He is my hero.

Marcos is the greatest!

Wait, wait, excuse me.

You're able to talk to God,
Mr. President?

Yes!

When I was still a councilor.

I was riding in a boat,

because I wanted to visit
my constituents,

then the wind blew!

The waves grew!

People screamed!

In the middle of the shrieks,

of thunder and lightning,

I heard the voice of God!

You heard it
from the rain and thunder?

Yes!

Are you familiar
with Rainier Maria Rilke?

Who is he, Mr. President?

You're a journalist and you don't know him!
That's quite embarrassing!

He's one of the greatest poets!

He was the one who wrote
"Duino Elegies"!

It's a collection of great verses

ever written by man!

Wait...
I'm starting to cry.

Rilke was dying with tuberculosis.

But the thunder whispered to him

things which became

his inspiration in his work!

That's what happened to me!

I heard God!

In the middle of the storm,

in the middle of the crashing waves!

I heard the voice of God!

He said...

"One day,

you will become
the president of this country!"

"You will be the one
to save this country!"

My fate to be president
had been sealed even before!

I was hailed a saviour by God

so that I may be able to serve
and protect our country!

That's why it hurts me,

it's painful for me that

there are traitors around me!

They want me to leave!

I can leave if they want me to.

But I'm telling you,

the masses will get mad!

God will be angry!

God will be angry...

Mama?

Mama?

I am in good health.
And I have regular check-up, Ma.

Mama?

Ah, Elena, my wife?

Ma, she's in Switzerland together
with the kids. Your grandchildren.

They'll no longer come back here
in the Philippines because

Ma, they're much safer there.

Don't worry, Ma.
Your grandchildren are smart.

Troy will become a doctor soon.

Glen, Ma, she is very beautiful, Ma.

Glen is so pretty that the princess...

I mean, the prince of Denmark,
is courting her.

What is it, Ma?

I wasn't able to...

I wasn't able to visit, Ma,
because I'm busy, Ma.

I'm doing a lot of things, Ma,
I'm doing a lot of things.

I'm now the president
of the Philippines, Ma.

I'm really busy.

I am burdened by a lot of things, Ma.

I've so many enemies...

Ma?

I love you very much, Ma.

I love you and Papa very much.

I've been longing for you.

I love you very much, Ma.

I love you very much, Ma!

I'm having a hard time, Ma.

I'm very tired...

I'm so tired, Ma...

What?

Fuck you, I don't believe you!
Fuck you! Go away!

No!

Go away!

Fuck you! I don't believe you!

Hello?

Martha?

Please arrange my visit to Mama.

I haven't seen her for a long time now.

I haven't visited.

Please, Martha.

Thank you, Martha.

Hi, Billy Boy.

How are you?

You're all pretty, right?

You've no more complaints,
you're well taken care of.

Wow, there's a new one.

I have a new baby.

Beautiful.

Beautiful...

Beautiful...

Hello, Mr. President.

Mama?

This is Nirvano, Ma.

I have something for you, Ma.

Your favourite dress, Ma.

Mama?

Thank you, Sir.

Mama...

I love you, Ma...

No, Sir...

Consider it as a gift.

Thank you, Sir.

But you know the clinic's policy.

We're not allowed to, ah,

accept those...

I will get angry!

No...

Take care of Mama.

Okay?

Take care of Mama.

You know that I can force the
agency you're working for

to reveal your real identity?

Your real name?

I can do that.

But I won't do that to you.

We're having sex for quite a while now.

We've had like,
how many sessions now?

Twelve?

Yes, twelve times.

I know that you've feelings for me
by now.

Your moans are different.

Your touches.

Your kisses have become different.

Say something, please?

"I will bring change to this country."
President Nirvano Navarra.

My usual order, please.

It's okay, it's okay...

You're wet, Jean.

I forgot my umbrella.

Are you okay?
We can leave, if you want.

No, I'm used to this.

Now, Hammy...

we're already at the second phase
of your process.

Congratulations with your patience
for the first process.

You're able to hurdle it,

although objectively,

you don't seem
like you're okay with the process.

I'm sorry.

I admit it, though.

- But if I must do it again...
- No, it's okay!

I just feel that you have resistance.

You have resentment
specially with the pattern exercises

involving sound and images.

Don't worry.

I will tell you
if you need to do it again.

Thanks.

You want to order anything?

Cheesecake?

Good grief!

I've had a lot of sugar today, my God!

Okay, I'll just order for myself.

Excuse me!

Another blueberry cheesecake, please.

Thanks.

You liked it, didn't you?

I usually get two servings
when I'm here.

I'd like to have one as well,
if only I'm not watching

my sugar intake.

Diabetes runs in our family.

So...

What is the second phase?

I call it,

Verisimilitude.

In this phase,

we will work on, details,

nuances.

You know the cliché,
"Little things mean a lot"?

Say, for example:

Tragedy is the reason
for your shutting down.

Death

of a family member,

a lover,

a friend,

your favorite teacher or,

the musician you idolise.

Remember,

the little things.

Like their last words.

Their favorite color.

The favorite place!

Or how they deal with problems.

The time you went hiking in Mt. Apo!

The way to go back
and eventually accept tragedy

is via verisimilitude.

Struggle to remember the details.

Let's focus there.

The details

will form the truth of that tragedy.

The details will take you there!

And hopefully to your redemption.

Shall we commence on Tuesday?

Jean?

What?

Some more coffee?

Let's order, ah, wine?

Ah, no, no... Coffee!

Waiter?

Two more coffee, please.
Thank you.

Ma'am, ten minutes to brew.

No problem.

Jean...

What's the problem?

Why are you crying?

I find it sad.

Look at them.

Earlier,

on my way here,

a deep depression hit me.

I don't know, maybe the...

futility of it all.

Deep regrets.

New regrets

confounded by the madness
fracturing this country!

Fuck!

In an instant,

I was ready.

I stepped hard on the gas,

the car is about to hit the wall,

a last minute decision saved me!

And then I saw the faces of my kids...

my husband...

My family got wiped out

by the Dark Killer.

That flu epidemic, three years ago.

Sorry... I forgot I need to...

I need to go ahead...

Hammy?

Cheers!

For Tony's newborn!

Tony! Tony!

- Fresh blood!
- Here's more fresh blood!

Hammy, why?

Jean, I can't do it anymore.

- Come, let's go!
- Is there a problem?

More flesh blood!

Where are we?

Where else but in the arms
of our unfortunate country.

You slept well.

Yes, it is.

Jean, I had a dream.

It's starting to lighten up again.

The sun is coming out again.

A beautiful dream indeed,
Haminilda Rios.

Jean...

Yes?

I don't want
to drink fresh blood anymore.

Good.

Stop that madness.

Damn!

Damn you!

"A Nation Without Memory"
Dr. Jean Hadoro

Stupid! Crazy!

This writer is crazy! Liar!

Shit.

Shit!

- Good evening, Ma'am.
- Good evening.

I have an ID!

Come with us.

Take the car.

Wait. Hang in there.

Run!

Hello?

Hi, Mr. Lee, yes!

Okay, Sir.

You can bring him here.

But is it possible if

we get him there?

Okay.

No, don't worry.

We'll take care of him.

Okay. Take care.

Bye.

Kids, go play outside.

He is resting.

Come back later, okay?

Hey, Noel!

Noel!

Noel.

Noel...

How are you?

Fine, Sir.

Noel, thank you.

You saved my life.

Wait...

Where's your cat?

She died, Sir.

What happened?

She got sick, Sir.

Sorry...

Here.

I brought food for you and your friends.

Take care!

Careful with eating!

Duday! Go eat!

Look! There's your food!

Why is there someone crying?

Why are you crying?

There's food, you see?

Start eating.

You know,

here in Metro Manila alone,

1.2 million street kids
are in our custody.

Most of them are orphaned,

their parents have died
from the onslaught of the Dark Killer.

Sometimes,

you just wish
these were all a bad dream.

But it's not. It's true.

You wake up every day,

and ask yourself,

how can I save them all?

But you find no answer.

So you do your routine:

find them,

look out for them,

feed them,

dress them up.

Because every day,

someone gets sick.

Someone gets lost.

Every day, someone is dying.

Every day, we're burning a dead body.

But somehow,

the irony in this,
for a social worker like me,

death is the better option
for these kids.

Death is the best option for these kids.

Sorry, I'm sorry...

Like that boy, Monchito...

He's a smart kid.

He is kind.

But somehow,
I'm happy now because,

now he's dead.

Maybe...

he's happy with his parents now.

They were all killed by the Dark Killer.

They were killed by the Dark Killer...

The Dark Killer also killed my family.

My wife...

My two kids...

Forgive me.

I'd say goodbye to you for now,
comrades.

Another one bites the dust.

So...

You've ended your revolution, Hook?

So...

You decided to just do
social work from now on.

You'll just take care of street kids.

We got help
from the partisans in Europe.

Hang on, Hook. Let's continue.

I'm sorry.

But I'm done for now.

Fuck.

You're an open season now
for Navarra's men.

Pretty sure they'll feast on you.

That's their problem.

That's my problem.

I'll be cautious.

I'll still hide my identity.

I'm still ready to face them.

Too bad, Hook.

Operation Black Rain.
It's almost time.

It must be stopped, Hook.

They're very exposed already.

Defense Minister Inakay's exposé is out.

And the UN,
they never stopped giving warnings.

They'll still do it anyway.

Navarra is fucking crazy.

His madness worsens especially
when he's agitated.

I'll focus on the kids.

Okay.

What about your dreams
of changing the system,

Colonel Hook Torollo Sr.?

We cannot change the system

by taking care of street kids, Hook.

Just a critique.

I love our group.

I'm proud that we didn't turn our backs
on our country.

And we hoped
we could still change everything,

and save the Filipinos.

But I think this is one of the mistakes
of our movement:

we're always focused
on the big issues.

We're always with
our excessively ambitious vision.

We're so high!

We're so high
into intellectualizing things.

We've forgotten the little things.

So high, we've forgotten

how the earth smells like.

We've forgotten

the real smell of people.

We fail to see

that the death of a street kid,

is equivalent
to the death of the country.

I accept my defeat,
there's nothing I could do!

Navarra's defences are formidable!

I had one chance.

My eyesight failed me.

Fuck that Navarra, he's rotting!

So let him rot together
with his men because in the end,

he'll self-destruct
like the other fascists in the world!

Let's divert our attention
towards creating a new vision.

What is this vision
you're thinking, Hook?

Please enlighten us.
A new ideology, perhaps?

Not really.
Just some change of praxis.

Just like the seemingly endless,
rotting system here in this country

and in other parts of the world.

We should also face

the never-ending culture
of neglect in the country.

I believe,

that it can start
with the street children.

Because they are the most concrete symbol
of neglect from the very beginning.

Okay.

What system will you use with the kids?

Let's just make it simple.

Let's take care of them.

Let's nurture their humanity

from their physique to their souls.

Let's help them.

Let's nurture them,

so they may feel
that they're also part of humanity.

Let's help them become good people.

That is the truth I couldn't ignore.

So I'll stay here.

I will start with this truth.

Enough with those high ideologies

men cannot embrace and understand yet.

What an epiphany!

You almost convinced me
with that thinking!

Fuck that.

You remember John Lennon
when he first heard "My Sweet Lord"

by George Harrison? He said:

"I'm beginning to think
there must be a God!"

So, what now?

From combat,

to being ninja,
to telescopic guns,

to becoming a hardcore ideologue,
now what?

You will graduate in pacifiers.

We haven't laughed like this
for quite a while

in the midst
of this dark situation on earth.

I agree.
It still feels good to laugh.

So what now, Comrade?

Looks like you're decided already.

Not much we can do but,

to just respect your decision.

But in case you changed your mind,
you know how to get in touch with us.

But, friend,

in case of emergency
or some urgent matters,

we can still get you, right?

Of course!

If they haven't killed me yet.

Don't joke about those things.

Navarra isn't joking.

Now, if you'll be the one in need,
Give us a call.

We can maybe still help you.

Thank you.

Cheers?

Cheers!

I know you feel bad
because of the death of your partner.

Please, forgive us.

I'm sorry our gardener is careless

and your partner was able to eat
a Kakawate leaf, and got poisoned.

He didn't know it was poison.

Don't worry, don't worry.

You know,
we didn't chop him to pieces,

and even gave him a decent burial.

Just like I promised,

I will give you a new partner!

Straight from down under, Australia!

You should rejoice now,
and stop crying, okay?

Start rejoicing!

Mr. President?

Marissa!
What are you doing here?

Only the birds, the gardener
and me know this garden.

You're not allowed here!

And why are you here? Don't you have
an operation in Cagayan De Oro?

Were you able to neutralise Datu Palau
in his enclave in Bukidnon?

You got news about Hook?

What's wrong with you?

I will call Martha.

I'll invite Martha for dinner,
the three of us.

We haven't done that for a while.
Let's invite Mennen.

Hello? Martha?

Marissa is here with me.

Hello, Martha?

You don't have a sense of gratitude,
Marissa, you bitch!

Feed her to the crocodile!

Stop! Wait.

Fuck you, bitch.

Stand up!

Stand up!

Get up.

Off you go! Leave! Fuck you!

Fuck you, bitch!
Don't show up to me again!

I will chop your body
into pieces, bitch.

She's critical.
We need to bring her to the hospital.

Hello?

Yes, Nirv?

Yes, Mr. President, I'm here.

Yes, Sir...

Leave, Juliana.

No. Martha...

- I said leave!
- Please!

Kids!

Is this ball yours? This one.
This ball, is it yours?

That's me!
The guy in the billboard!

- What happened?
- A crazy guy is after us!

I'll just give the ball to the kids!

Are you crazy?

I am President Navarra!

I am President Navarra!

- Rene!
- Hammy!

Sorry it took me long!

No, it's okay!

I did my best, Hammy.

But, there's none.

They've done a clean job
with Dr. Jean Hadoro.

I've exhausted my connections.

Military establishment,

other investigators,

assets,

no lead at all.

But...

I heard stories.

What are those?

She was cemented inside a drum,

was thrown in the sea,

her body was burned in Tanay,

and even worse,

President Navarra fed her
to his pet crocodiles.

No, no! Don't pay me.

Take this. You've worked hard...

It's my responsibility, Hammy.

We all have a responsibility
to this country.

Thanks.

Don't worry...

We won't stop looking for Dr. Hadoro.

When are you going back to teaching?

Your students
have been talking about you.

You have a different take on history,
they say.

Jean Hadoro's book is my inspiration.

Her book, "A Nation Without Memory".

Thank you.

- Take care, Hammy.
- Thanks!

Sit down!

How are you,

Model 37?

High class prostitute!

How are you, Haminilda Rios?

Professor of History.

Who are you?

I won't hide.

I am Lieutenant Colonel Martha Officio.

Head of Special Forces.

Yes.

Your name is always in the news.

Lieutenant Marissa Ventura is dead.

Unless you don't know,

she is the head of the
Intelligence Unit of the Special Force.

What happened?

She shot herself.

She said...

She will leave me, because of you.

And that you've plans to leave.

That's not true.

We never talked.

However she insisted,
I never talked to her.

We're not in a relationship.

Compensation is good.

It's just a job.

Marissa betrayed the country.

Before she killed herself,

she killed
President Nirvano Navarra earlier.

- He's dead?
- Yes!

President Navarra is dead.

Rejoice!

Celebrate!

Freedom!

This poor country is finally free!

Gone is the mad president,

gone is the psycho, gone is the madman,
gone is the dictator.

You have no sense of gratitude!

If it wasn't for Navarra,

where will this country end up?

None of you will be victorious.

Navarra's dream for the country
will continue.

You don't understand how great he is.

Even Marissa...

She was blinded by her wrong belief.

She forgot Navarra's greatness.

But I understand.

I understand,

that she did that,

for bitches like you.

Marissa...

I thought we will be together forever...

Marissa...

Can I ask you something?

Do you know where Nestor Halaan lives?

Right there, Ma'am.

Thanks.

Hello?

Yes?

Who's there?

Why, Ma'am?

I'll just return something.

- Ah, come in, please.
- No need.

I'll just return this.

The wallet!

Where did you find this?

I just found it.

I'm sorry, I returned it just now.

It's okay.
Thank you very much, Ma'am.

I really thought this got lost!

Thank you very much, Ma'am!

There are important receipts here.

My kids, Ma'am.

Let's play hide and seek!

Watch out! Careful!

No, it's okay, Ma'am, no need.

Take it.

- It's too much.
- For the kids.

Thank you very much.

Miss! May I know your name?

Thank you!

Miss!

Miss!

Good thing I caught you!

Rice cakes for you!

I sell rice cakes.

Thank you, Ma'am.

Very much. You're very kind.

Thanks for this.

That's delicious.

Take care!

Why did you return so soon?

I think something happened.

So many soldiers at the streets,
asking people to go home.

Something might have happened.

A woman came earlier.

Look! Your wallet!

She didn't take the money
for electricity, even your allowance.

And she even gave big money
for the kids.

Father!

Let's go inside.

You ate already?

All clean.

Hanzel was part of your crew.

He worked for you.

Yes, as waiter and bouncer!

Mameng!

Put the kids to sleep.
Go to Sleep now.

Where did that fiction come from?

Let's just listen to this.

Who's coming with me tomorrow?

The shop is just your front!

Go to sleep now.

Later, you had an argument

because your operations
had been split to two.

Go to sleep!

We are partners in the shop,
not in shabu.

They're pretending to sleep.

I'll even set up branches!

They've been playing around.

Do you know that my karaoke bar
is doing well?

My life is good.

I plan to setup branches at Birkenfeld,
Staten Side, West Side, Woodside,

up to Virginia, Toronto,
Australia, Rome, Alaska, man!

Where there are lots of Filipinos!

I believe that the karaoke
is the future of the Filipino.

Did you know that the karaoke
started with us?

Actually, Adan and I
argue over opinions.

Our minds don't really meet.

Good evening, everyone.

Apologies for momentarily interrupting
as you watch

your favorite TV show.

I am Lt. Col. Martha Officio
of Special Forces.

We sadly announce the passing

of our dearest president,
Nirvano Reyes Navarra.

We are still investigating
the cause of his sudden death.

We will inform the public immediately
the results of the investigation.

Indeed,

this is a sad day for our nation.

The Special Force will temporarily act
as a caretaker government

and yours truly
will be the acting head.

We shall announce the composition
of the administrative council

and the security council.

We shall schedule
a plebiscite or a referendum soon.

And you, our people,
will make all the decisions.

The burial of our dear president,

Nirvano Reyes Navarra,
will be tomorrow.

The parade will start

from Quirino Grandstand
up to the Heroes' Cemetery.

We implore our people to be calm.

There's nothing to worry about.

Thank you very much!

Our minds won't meet at all!

He's a doctor, I'm a teacher.

There's the gap!

I regret
that we became business partners.

He deceived me!

Where were you
when the crime happened?

I was singing!

Quick. Let's enter the room.

Lock the door.

Good evening, Sir!

Tarpaulin for you.

Use this for the roof or walls
of your house.

Thank you!

Thank you, young man!

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