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ONE NIGHT

Here's your bill, sir.

It's just here. Where is my wallet?

We've heard that one before, sir.

It's true! I must've left
my wallet in the taxi.

You can come with me
to my house, if you'd like.

No can do, sir. There's just
two of us waiters tonight.

Just pay up. You ordered quite a lot.

Who said I wasn't going to pay?
Let me talk to the manager.

I'll go get some money. I'll be back.

He won't allow it.

-How much is his bill?
-Here, ma'am.

I'll settle it.

Mine's there as well. Thank you.

Thanks.

My name is Dindo.

Thank you.

But please… Don't tip him.

I'm generous with tips.

Even if there's a service charge.
They don't often get what's due them.

I should know. My father was a waiter.

-Your change, ma'am.
-Keep it.

Thank you, miss.

Is this a habit of yours?

Helping strangers out?

What if they were hustlers?
Or drug addicts?

-You don't look like an addict.
-Thank you.

Besides, addiction is not
a choice. It's a disease.

They can't control it.

It's their choice to get high.

The moment they're addicted,
choice goes out the window.

Even when they start harming others?

That's why we should help them get rehab.

If I were an addict,
I would've befriended you.

You know why? I'd depend on you.

I'd always run to you
for money to buy drugs.

I'd be your stalker.

That's the risk I have to take.

My problem is that I easily feel pity.

For instance, if a girl selling
flowers were to approach us…

Buy some, miss. So I can go home.

My little brother is sick.
He hasn't eaten yet.

All right, wait.

I can buy food for my brother.

Keep it. The change, too.

Flowers! So I can go home
to my sick little brother.

He's had nothing to eat.

See?

That's why
all my business ventures failed.

I'd give a discount
before anyone asked for it.

And I'm the easiest to borrow money from.

Where are you parked?
Let me walk you to your car.

Don't feel like going home yet.
I'll go take a stroll.

Okay.

You live nearby?

In New Manila, far from here.

I have a husband.

No kids. You?

Me?

Nothing.

Nothing?

No wife. No kids. Nothing.

No wife. No kids.

No job either?

I have one.
I teach at the Polytechnic University.

I figured. Your whole look
screams you're a professor.

No way!

What do you teach?

Does anybody still read these days?

My students have to. Or else
they won't get their diploma.

That was my college trauma.

My professor forced us to memorize

the first two chapters
of Florante at Laura.

The heck I care about that.

Think any of these people here
care about Florante or Laura?

"Inland or overseas, my brokenhearted
country bows only to treachery."

With that line alone,

the author captures the essence of
our nation's tragedy, then and now.

Just look around you.

Wait, let me take down notes.

This isn't a lecture!

I don't enjoy giving lectures.

At our university,
when there are no classrooms available,

we hold classes in hallways.

I'm not much of a reader,
I'm more of a viewer.

Two movies a night is the average for me.

More often than not, I hate the endings
so think of alternative endings.

What if it ended this way instead?

What if they ended up together?

What if one of them died?

Right?

I like to watch people, too.

And wonder what their problems are.

Like me?

Everyone has a problem.

What's yours?

You have a tic, you know that?

What?

Sorry.

Why say sorry?

Okay. How about this?

Only for one night,
we tell each other everything.

All of it has to be the truth.

No lies.

Tell me your problems,

I'll tell you mine.

Am I that obviously problematic?
Aside from money, I mean.

Everyone has a problem, remember?

Fine. You have a point.

You go first.

I came up with the idea. So you go first.

Wait.

It's okay. I'll buy two.

Right. I don't have my wallet.

Thank you.

Thank you.

This is my last night.

You're leaving the country?

Quitting your job?

You're getting married?

I'm turning myself in.

Tomorrow.

To the police.

Why? What's your crime?

I won't get out of prison for many years.

So this is my last night of freedom.

What did you do?

Buy a balloon, ma'am?

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

I had dreams of going abroad. To teach.

In fact, I just got accepted
by a university in Canada.

I sent out three applications,
just to make sure.

The other two
are in New York and Australia.

What do you mean?

You don't have to turn yourself in.

They'll catch me anyway.

Go to Canada.

Before they catch you.

I'll still get caught. It's not that easy.

Do we really have control over things?

These people here.

Do any of these people here
have any control over their lives?

Lecture number two.

It's true though, isn't it?

is it fate?

Or the hand of God? Divine intervention?

Maybe everything is one big coincidence.

You can choose to stop
chewing that gum if you wanted to.

Fine. You're right of course.

But the chewing gum itself has no control.

Are you a chewing gum?

Sometimes I feel like one.

When I was younger,

I dreamed of marrying a rich man.

My parents had me late in their life.

I saw them working day and night,
just so I could finish school.

Sir!

I wanted to give them a good life,
so what I did was…

As soon as I graduated,

I married the richest one
among my suitors.

You're a good daughter.

They died five years later.

Ma wanted to have

a big swing in our garden.

But the space was tiny.
It was hardly a garden.

So I bought them a new house.

It wasn't big,
but it came with a big garden.

I had a swing made, a big one.

Ma liked to sit there
when she was still alive.

And soon after, Pa followed her.

At least they died not worrying about me.

They used to worry about what'll
happen to me when they're gone.

But I solved that.

I married into money.

He's handsome.

Popular with the ladies.

And truly loaded.

Lucky me, right?

He gave me the capital
to start businesses.

But all of them failed.

I even put up a feng shui store
even if I didn't believe in that stuff.

But it didn't last.

See? You weren't able to control it.

So I told my husband
to stop investing in me.

But he wouldn't stop.

I guess some people
are really bad at business.

He enjoyed seeing me busy
with something new.

We're childless after all.

That's my choice.

I don't want my kids
inheriting my depression.

That would be unfair to them.

Your husband was okay with that?

With my depression?

Not having kids.

Please. He doesn't want any, either.

It's my in-laws who are disappointed.

There's no one to inherit
all their wealth.

At least you and your husband agree
on that point.

He died.

His body was cremated yesterday.

Why are you apologizing?
It wasn't your fault.

Besides, he really wasn't
that good of a person.

And I didn't really love him.

You're thinking how terrible

I am to be flirting so soon.

Maybe he's cursing at me right now.

From heaven. Or hell.

Have you ever loved anyone?

Me, I've never fallen in love.

Not even once?

Not even for a tiny bit.

That's what "never" means. You?

Me?

I've had a few relationships.

But real love?

Just once.

In college.

I was a working student.

I was a janitor
when I didn't have classes.

It was love at first sight.

Do you believe in that?

What do I know?
I told you I've never been in love.

I became a stalker.

I followed her everywhere.

I tried to find out her favorite places.

But I started to neglect my job.

Are you following me?

Her name's Bela.

Don't worry. I'll be gentle.

You don't have to be.
It isn't my first time.

You're my first.

For me, she's the most
beautiful girl in the world,

and the sexiest, and the kindest, too.

Everything she asked me to do, I did.

Babe, can you bring this
to the teachers' lounge?

-Sure thing. Just this?
-Thank you.

-Yes, thank you.
-I'll be back, okay?

It was as if I was bewitched.
I lived only for her.

I ate, I showered, I slept, only for her.

I was no different from a wind-up toy.
I absolutely lost all control.

You always skip work,
of course they'd fire you.

I'm sorry.

Sorry my foot! If that Bela was any good,
she wouldn't let you neglect your work!

You even had to pawn your phone!

Is she just using you for money?

No! Bela's family is well-off.

She's the one who pays when we go out.

For the motel, you mean.

I said sorry, sis.

Easy for you to say sorry
when it's always me--

I know, sis! You raised me,
fed me, sent me to school!

Did I forget anything?

But in fact, my sister had
every right to be angry.

She devoted her life to raising me.

She remained single.

She broke up with the one boyfriend
she ever had.

All because of me.

My father worked abroad.

Still no news?

He was a seaman.

One day, he went missing.

We waited a long time
for any news about our father.

But he was never found.

No matter how hard my sister and I worked,
we always ended up short.

So when I started dating Bela,
I had her to run to for anything.

And just like my father, I lost myself.

But she deceived me.

Talk to me. Did I do something wrong?

Bela, please.

Stop it. I don't like you anymore.
Is that clear enough for you?

She deceived me.

She had another guy?

No.

She made a bet with her friends.

If she could stomach dating a janitor.

She broke my heart, yet you're laughing?

Sorry. It's just that you're so… gullible.

Your turn.

-I'm sorry I laughed.
-It's okay.

I opened up already. It's your turn now.

You still haven't told me
what you're turning yourself in for.

I've shared enough. Your turn.

I changed my mind.

Okay.

Your husband just died. You're sad…

that's why you went to the bar.

But there's something more. I can tell.

We made a deal that just for tonight,

no holding back.

So unfair.

Be careful. Secrets weigh on you,

it might hurt your back.

I changed my mind.

You went drinking by yourself tonight

not just because your husband died.

There's another reason.

You know what I do

when something weighs on me

and I have no one to share it with?

What?

Try it.

Pretend I'm the wind.

Try it.

That was my first…

What?

Orgasm.

Wanna do it again?

Let's order some beer.

Okay.

I'm Karla, by the way.

I take it for my anxiety.

Doesn't it have side effects?
What if it made your depression worse?

I need to use the restroom.

Hi, there. I'll take that.
Do you have a pen?

Thank you.

-Thank you.
-Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Thank you! Turns out you're a good guy.

It's my first time doing this.

A lot of firsts for you.

That's me, the original first-timer!

Here.

He hurt me.

He wasn't a good person, my husband.

Andrew.

I'm tired. Maybe next time.

Come on, just one.

Andrew, please, I'm tired.

Damn you! Didn't I say I wanted this?

Andrew, stop! I'm not in the mood!

I said stop!

Stop!

I know what I did was wrong.

Ma'am! Come over here!

What's the matter?

Where are you going?

You trying to escape again?

Are you?

Hey! Come here!

Where do you think you're going?

-Please, Andrew.
-Come here.

Where do you think you're going?

You think you're slick, huh?

Where do you think you're going?
Nobody will accept you!

You damn bitch!
You're always giving me a hard time!

Stand up!

-Get inside!
-Andrew, please.

You keep doing this to me, you bitch!

What are you trying to prove?

Andrew.

You're such a pain in the ass. Damn you!

Please, Andrew. Don't hurt me.

Please.

Please.

Don't hurt me. Please.

Andrew.

It became a routine.

He'd hurt me,

beg for forgiveness.

I'd try to flee,

he'd lock me up.

And he'd beg for forgiveness again.

Why didn't you go to the police?

I was afraid.

He had the means and the connections.

He and his father, a colonel,
could do anything.

I thought of poisoning him.

Rigging his car engine.

Slicing off his dick.

I didn't have the nerve.

The only thing I could do was to pray…

that something bad would happen to him.

That some outside force…

would take care of it for me.

So I would be finally set free.

I actually tried to feel sad for him.

But all I felt was relief.

He'd never hurt me again.

Does that make me a bad person?

I wished this on him,

and it happened.

It's like I killed him myself.

That wasn't you.

You don't understand.

It wasn't you. It was me.

It wasn't you.

It was me. I'm the guy that killed him.

Damn it!

You damn idiot!

-Sorry, boss!
-Screw that! Dumbass!

Kneel! I said kneel, you idiot!

Boss.

Hey idiot. Don't you know who I am?

Damn you!

I struggled with myself.

I thought of calling the police.

But then I thought,
if I hadn't defended myself,

I could've been the one to end up dead.

Before I knew it, I fled.

The next day I pretended
like nothing happened.

I went to work, taught my class.

Yes, Miss Dizon?

Sir, I still couldn't see
the symbolism in this story.

That's fine, no problem.

But I couldn't get over it.

After work, I went back
to where it happened.

That's when I saw you.

Then I started following you.

I don't know why.

Maybe it was guilt. My guilty conscience.

I decided to give myself up.

I found someone to take over my classes.
Paid for my rent months in advance.

Then I went to your house.
I still can't explain why.

I guess I just wanted
to see where he lived…

before I went to the police.

And then… I saw you.
You were sneaking out.

Sir, let's follow that car.

I followed you.

You went to the bar.

I sat at the table next to you.

I just wanted to watch you.

I was about to leave.

But it's true that I lost my wallet.

When you paid my bill,
I didn't know how to feel.

If I should avoid you, or talk to you
and ask for forgiveness.

Forgiveness?

I'm sorry. I didn't plan this.

And you let me pay your bill!

I'm calling the police.
I'll have you arrested.

I told you. I'm turning myself in.

I just want to tell you
that I didn't intend to kill him.

I was only defending myself.

Your husband was arrogant.

-Damn it!
-Boss, sorry!

Kneel!

He acted like he owned everything
and everyone around him.

You used me, you asshole.
You pay for the room.

I don't have any money.

Pawn your penis then.

Don't go through with it.

Didn't you say that
there were no witnesses?

No one will know.

Come with me.

I have some money saved up.

Let's move to another place.

What if somebody finds out I killed him?

No one will know.

Eventually, they will.

And they'll find us wherever we are.

-We'll go somewhere far.
-They'll still find us.

We'll keep going.

Karla, I won't find peace.

You think you'll find it in prison?

I killed someone.

You're not a bad person.

It's not right
that a good person has to suffer.

Is it right to kill a bad person?

In prison, you'll have no choice
but to turn bad in order to survive.

What I did was wrong.

If you hadn't killed him,
he would've ended up killing me.

Look at me.

You're mine.

Yeah!

Cheers!

Cheers!

Look at us!

It's so damn hot!

Monster! You demon!

I'm leaving you.
I'll file a case against you

and have you arrested!

Sure! I dare you!

Bastard!

Fine. Go ahead!
You'll die before you can do it.

Don't you see?

You freed me from him.

You saved me.

Now it's my turn to do the same for you.

So don't turn yourself in.

We'll stay in the countryside.

Where?

Have you thought of a place?

Not yet. Anywhere far from here.

From there, we'll arrange everything
so we can move abroad.

This is embarrassing. I have no money.

Will you stop? I'll take care of it.

Let's just spend the night here,

we leave.

Get some sleep.

I'm not sleepy.

Me neither.

What do you want to do?

Give it a rest!

Fine. Tell me more about yourself.

I don't think I've left anything out.

There's more.

Come on.

-Me?
-Yes.

I was a happy kid.

-Really?
-That's what everyone said.

I'd laugh at the smallest thing.

Even a flying cockroach
would make me laugh.

Cockroach?

I remember my mother scolding me…

my laughter could be heard
down our street.

How about you?

Me?

I was still a child
when I started working.

I kept to myself. Hardly had any friends.
Just me and my sis.

I'm a loner, too.

I don't have many friends.

I live inside my head, imagining.

I read somewhere that if you
kept visualizing something,

it would come true.

It's true.

What did you visualize?

Before?

A big house with five bedrooms.

I grew up in a small house
with one tiny bedroom.

You could hear everyone's snores.

When somebody farted,
everyone would cover their noses.

I got my wish.

A big house.

Five bedrooms.

So many.

That's the house Andrew bought for us.

We only got to use two of those rooms.

One for us, and one for my in-laws
whenever they'd come to visit.

But I fixed up every one of those rooms
even if nobody used them.

I would always visualize

my father coming back home.

That he was found in a small boat in the
middle of nowhere. It had been three days.

No such luck, though.

His body was never found.

What about your mother?

Never met her.

No, it's okay.

Being a mother isn't easy.

That's why I never wanted to become one.

Mrs. Garcia, that's Andrew's mother…

-It's okay. There, there. It's okay…
-Andrew!

-It's okay.
-Andrew!

Why my son? Why?

Andrew is gone! Our son is gone!

It's not gonna be okay!

Why my son? Why?

Mom, take this.

I can't sleep.

I always see him, my Andrew.

He keeps calling for me.
He is asking for my help.

His soul won't rest.
We must find his killer, Karla.

Yes, we will. But get some sleep.

And take this. Please.

Promise me you won't stop
until we find that heartless killer!

-Yes.
-Or my poor son will never find peace.

We'll find that killer.
Take this first, please.

Take this, please.

He keeps calling out to me. I hear him!

I won't stop. The Colonel and I won't stop

until that murderer is caught!

He killed my baby, my poor boy!

I had a dream last night.

We were all in one small boat.

Me, Andrew,

Colonel Garcia, Mrs. Garcia,

and my parents.

They all got along. They were laughing.

And I kept saying,
Ma, Pa, don't get fooled!

They're bad people!

But they just kept on laughing
as if they didn't hear me.

Suddenly I fell off the boat.

I could hear them laughing
while I drowned.

Promise you won't leave me.

Never.

You're all I have now.

I will never leave you.

It's just you and me.

And promise me you'll be patient.
You have to be, with my mood swings.

Easy peasy.

Try to sleep. You need to rest.

I don't want to. I already told you.

Let's just try.

My husband was addicted to porn

and turned me into his subject.

Dindo? What's wrong?

We won't keep any
secrets tonight, remember?

My sister…

What about her?

Like you,

she was a cheerful person.

She had a great laugh, too.

But one day that laugh vanished.

I never found out why.

She wouldn't tell me.

Screw the education in this country!

I have job
but I still can't afford anything.

My sister broke her back
so I could finish school.

It was her dream for me
to teach in a university.

It was a struggle,
especially for my tuition.

But finally, I graduated at 25.

She was so proud.

She wouldn't stop kissing my diploma.

by accident.

Just a coincidence, really.

My classmate and I were in Quiapo

and passed by a store

that sold porn.

I saw it on the cover of a DVD.

I saw her. My sister…

You filthy pig!

You shouldn't have bothered
sending me to school!

You're shameless, and you embarrassed me!

Shit!

She'd been doing it for a long time.

I was horrible to her.
I'm a horrible person!

I hurt her for embarrassing me
in front of my classmate!

Big Sis!

Shit!

It was my fault. I killed my sister.

It was my fault.

I killed my sister.

I killed my sister.

It took a while
before I went back to teaching.

That was her dream.

Big Sis!

My Big Sis.

Big Sis!

Dindo, you have to forgive yourself.

Hello?

Where are you?

Come home.

The police has identified Andrew's killer.

We need you here.

Karla?

Yes, sir. I'm on my way.

They found me.

You can't go home. We're leaving.

I'll give myself up. Leave me.

Stop that!

I don't want you to ruin your life.

What makes you think
it isn't ruined already?

I killed my mother,
my sister, and your husband.

I'm a good-for-nothing person.

Stop the self-pity!

They're gone. But we're still alive

If you go with me,
you'll forever be in hiding.

You are not turning yourself in!
We have an agreement.

Why are you being so stubborn?

You're going to the police? Fine. Go.

You think you're going
to prison and that's it?

He will have you killed in prison.

I know how Andrew's father thinks.

I'll just get dressed
and meet you downstairs.

What is it?

Don't you miss my son?

Don't you miss Andrew?

Monsters. They're all monsters!

They're all monsters!

They're all monsters!

I'm here. I'm here for you.

I'm here for you.

I'm here for you.

You can start fresh somewhere far.

But you don't have to go with me.

I don't want to be alone.

-I don't want to be alone.
-You'll put yourself in danger.

I'll take that risk over a life of misery.

I'm done with that. Can't you see it?

Fate has decided for us.
It was fate that you hit Andrew's car.

And that brought us together.
None of this could've happened.

And yet here we are. Coincidence?

Because it's what ought to be.

Finally we have fate on our side.

From now on, we control our lives.

We decide for ourselves. No one else.

Hello, Karla?

Hello?

The murderer got away.

The police found his apartment deserted.
Where are you anyway?

Come home right now.
We'll hunt that monster down.

We'll have him killed!

Karla?

Yes?

Tell me where you are
and I'll send for you.

No need for that.

Give me the address.
I'll have you picked up.

Don't do that.

I'm never coming back.

What did you say? Have you gone mad?

I'm leaving. I am done
with you and your son

and the hell you both put me through.
I'm never coming back!

Karla?

Karla!

You bitch!