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When you go to the Cold Case Division,

you immediately see

a very big cabinet
full of accumulated papers

containing forensic evidence
and public information.

It became a high-profile case

because the media and the public
had a strong interest in it.

Anyway,

here's the story.

So you have a couple.

College sweethearts.

Very young. Very alive.

Both smart.

They're doing well in school.

But they also go to parties
like you do.

And they're about your age.

But these two, just like you,

have a very distinct passion.

They're both into horse racing.

They're frequently seen at San Lazaro,

their favourite racetrack.

So one night,

they hit the big time.

They win a big prize.
A very big one.

Naturally,

when you hit the jackpot, you celebrate.

It's fun.

There's a party, with a disco,
and they're with their friends.

They even go to a hotel

and plan to go to Hong Kong.

They had plans of doing business,

and getting married.

That's the trail of evidence
for that night.

But by dawn,

it rained really hard.

The two went out of the hotel
and took a cab.

Into the taxi
and out of the hotel premises.

But when the taxi passed the gate,
a Jeep was blocking the way.

A Jeep.

A Jeep...

Like the car brand.

The expensive brand.

Not our local jeepneys.

It's the last time they were ever seen.

Even the taxi driver

was nowhere to be found.

So there were a lot of investigations,

speculations and theories.

The public butted in, the media...

It can't be helped, especially...

because public safety is at stake.

And because the people involved

are two very young

and very promising individuals.

What is this?

Anyone?

Nobody?

Yes?

A serial number, sir.

A serial number.

Number.

Numbers and letters.

But eventually,
they're not just numbers and letters.

During the course
of my own investigation, I saw this.

I remembered it.

It was written on a piece of paper
found inside the taxi.

It seemed written in haste.

Until...

it was proven

it was the handwriting

of the girl

on the paper.

So,

after more than a year into the case,

I gave up.

I said I couldn't do it.

Goodbye.

I had to pursue another assignment.

Time to move on.

Then one day,

there was a problem with my car

and I had it checked
by a mechanic in a repair shop.

While I was there,
waiting to hear about my car,

I was looking around the area,

checking out the place.

And then I saw something.

A car.

Burnt.

I just stared at it.

Until...

I saw it.

ABC543E.

Written at one end of the car.

Case closed.

Pure luck.

Hello?

Where are you?

The usual.

I'm following a lead.

But I can see the whole picture now.

I figured it out.

This case,

I can close it, finally.

You'll see.

Okay, good.

Take care, okay? We miss you.

The children are waiting
to read books with you.

How are the kids?

They're already asleep.

I just finished reading them a book

but of course,
they want you to do it.

But how? You're seldom here, lately.

Hermes?

Hermes, hello? Hermes?

Next time.
Tell the kids. Next time.

Okay.

How's Tacloban City?

Is it nice there?

It's just like Manila.

Lots of J.P. Rizal streets.

You've got the nerve to crack a joke.
You've been there for weeks.

I'm not kidding.

I already solved eight cases

involving J.P Rizal streets
in the whole country, right?

When are you coming back?

I don't know.

But I'll be home in a bit.

I'll hang up now.

I might lose my lead.

Okay, take care. I miss you.

Hermes, I'm sorry.

Strip.

If you don't,

we'll have to finish it here,
once and for all.

Damn it, strip!

My friend, I beg you, please...

- I'll count to three.
- My friend, sorry.

Sorry...

One.

Two.

Woman.

Open your mouth.

- I'm sorry, Hermes.
- Open your mouth!

- I'm sorry.
- Quick.

The kids...

Open that mouth!

I'm really sorry.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fucking bitch.

Fuck you.

Fuck you, fucking bitch.

Whore.

Fuck you.

Fuck you, bitch.

I'm a drug pusher.
Don't do like me.

Sir Remy, coffee?

Thanks.

Raf?

Sir.

I will retire.

I will be quitting.

Can't stand this any longer.

I never experienced
anything like this.

This is a holocaust.

Domeng!

Hey, Hermes!

Why aren't you eating?

Do you have a jacket with you?

Why?

I'm cold, suddenly.

I'll get going.

Hey.

The great Raffy Lerma.

It's the reverse.

It should be the great
Lieutenant Hermes Papauran.

- Nauseating, man.
- Come inside.

It makes me sick.

Lieutenant, if you vomit,
make sure to clean up, okay?

You're not going to shoot me, right?

Want me to shoot you?

Beer?

I saw adobo for snack?

Gin.

But save that for later.
No snack for me.

You're hardcore. Gin?

Not sure I have any in stock
but I can go and buy some.

No need.

I won't drink anyway.

You won't drink?

I have fever.

It's not going down.

My skin is itchy.

Really? How long has it been?

Since I saw your "Pieta" photo
in the Inquirer.

It's all over my body.

That's bad!

Have you seen a doctor?

Not yet.

I remember,

on the way to the press office,
we received information

that someone had been killed
between Zamora and Protacio street.

I went there immediately.

That's him.

Redentor Manalang, a tricycle driver.

It was around 10.30pm.

When I got there,

there were already
lots of reporters taking photos.

It was a brutal death.

The impact was so strong
that he fell that way.

The first detail was that
a riding-in-tandem hit him.

As usual, there was a placard saying:

"I'm a drug pusher.

"Don't do like me."

And immediately,

I took photos.

We went back
to the Northern Police District.

It was almost 12pm.

We'd been at the press office
for 30 minutes

when we got a call

saying that someone had been killed
near the Senate House,

on Diokno Boulevard.

A street dweller.

No information.

Except that he'd been hit
by a riding-in-tandem.

We'd just started taking photos

when there was a new info
from a radio reporter.

Someone had been killed
on E. Delos Santos Avenue.

It was overwhelming.

It's almost the same scenario
every night in Pasay and nearby.

You know what we call it?
"Death City."

And then,

we all ran there like some wolf pack.

When we got there,

there were lots of people already.

The police had cordoned off the area.

But the SOCO team hadn't arrived yet.

We got there by 1.30am.

From afar, I knew it was different.

Why?

It's very rare to see
a family member on a crime scene.

It's forbidden.

Even reporters aren't allowed.

We're only allowed
outside of the cordon.

But here, Jennylyn was there.
Jennylyn Olayres.

She forced her way in.

She was hugging Michael Siaron's body.

I immediately took shots.

That's always the first impulse.

Shoot and shoot.

Ask questions later.

You might end up missing some moments

or important details.

Because the team
of forensic officers was late,

we had lots of time
to take plenty of photos.

Jennylyn kept shouting.

She was shouting at us.

"Stop it, stop it!"

"Help us, please!"

"Have pity on us.
Bring him to hospital!"

"Help us, please!"

Until now,

I still have goosebumps
when I recall that moment.

I can still hear
Jennylyn's plea for Michael.

I felt guilty.

Then and now.

But I had to do it.

Lieutenant,

do you know a book called
The Realm of Warriors?

Yes, I know that book.

Is that true?

- Does it happen to you?
- What?

There's a part
in the book that says

if you're a real warrior,

if you're trained to be one,

or a trained one,

during battle, in combat,

or prior to the action,

you enter a sphere level

akin to the realm
of insanity or the insane.

Like you're getting crazy.

Among writers, they call it

"realm of hysteria".

With your experience,

do you think it's true?

Damn, Raffy.

Is it true?

I would say,

the words "possessed" or "possession"

are more appropriate.

It's like that.
You're like possessed.

You get transformed.

The psyche commands
an extreme transformation

that extends
to your physicality and movement.

A man's psyche works that way, I think.

You can steer it
in the direction you want.

Imagine how a...

Imagine how a boxer prepares.

Or gladiators, soldiers, policemen,

revolutionaries or even serial killers,

or artists,

or journalists like yourself, I guess.

The issue is

there's risk.

There's imminent danger,
there's imminent death.

Or there's going to be death.

So physiologically, there's an extreme
demand for energy from inside.

And naturally,
your so-called survival instinct

will push you to your extreme, I guess.

But simply put, the issue is survival.

Survival, Raffy,
is a euphemism for fear.

Meaning all of us are cowards.

You know that.

Check your photos.

Look at your photos with policemen
attacking and rallyists fighting,

criminals, investigators, the dead.

You can sense in their movements,
gestures, and pronouncements

that there's fear in their eyes.

It's cognitive psychology,
in our investigation.

The mind processes all the information.

You will have to will it
to overcome fear,

to transcend risk and reach that realm,

the so-called "realm of the warrior".

Fear.

I guess you're right, Lieutenant.

Fear.

It is fear.

In a way,

it's like someone who talks non-stop

about shooting women in their vaginas,

killing people,

killing the helpless,

killing his adversaries,
that kill-kill-kill attitude.

And then you use rhetoric
to justify the deaths,

intimidation, agitation,

harassment and impunity
on how you live life.

I think,

that's the most coward type of person.

Because if a culture is fascistic,

what do you get?

Of course, a culture of fear.

And you have a fascistic leader,

whom you think is a macho,

a brave one, a sexist one,

when in fact,
he's the most coward person.

Right?

I think it's also the psychology of...

Out of ignorance,

many are impressed

with these fascist
and populist leaders.

So many are blind followers.

It can be out of ignorance,

fear,

or it could be

their interest
in the cowardly situation.

Ultimately, the battle is...

within you.

You are at war with yourself,
your enemy is yourself.

All battles, I think,
are all about the self.

With that kind of mentality...

I hope you don't mind if...

No.

Why did you become a policeman?

Why are you an investigator?

It's because of my father.

He died too young.

He was a policeman
and an investigator as well.

My memory of him is made of books.

Despite his modest salary,
he filled the house with books.

Despite the little time he had with us,

he played with us

and read us books.

What happened?

He was ambushed.

The case was never solved.

To fear, Raffy Lerma.

To fear, Lieutenant Hermes Papauran.

To courage.

And to courage.

Whoever wrote this,

I apologize.

It's true.

I'm a wife beater.

And I will resign today,
for everyone's peace of mind.

Class dismissed.

An officer and a wife beater,
Lieutenant?

Daddy!

An ambulance
and police assistance, please. Now.

Officer in distress, beaten.
This is an emergency.

Mauban Street.

Come right now.

I'm a police officer.

Leave.

I'm sorry. Help is on the way.

Hall of Justice

Move aside, please.

Congratulations.

The Lieutenant agreed for a settlement.

- Thank you, Attorney.
- And he says sorry for what he wrote.

Here's the settlement paper.

With your wife,
regarding the issue on custody,

we're most likely to lose.

I will tell you why.

What you did was serious.

Delicious eatery

- You have sinigang?
- Yes, sir.

This one?

Dinuguan, yes.

Pinakbet and adobo.

Three of each.

And one Cokes.

- Come again, sir?
- Cokes.

What, sir?

That one!

Delicious.

One more Cokes, please!

Eat this, sir.

Take these. It's all for you.

Eat.

Please give him water and Cokes.

Yes, sir.

Your money.

The one with rashes on his face,
that's him now.

It's Sir calling.

Sir?

Supremo Macabantay.

Sir.

Sir

- How are you?
- Just got out of jail.

All you need is there.

If you ever ran out of cash,
you have an ATM card.

Thank you, sir.

Thank the president.

I was able to ask him
to give you a pardon.

Please tell him, sir.

thank you.

I'm sorry we can't meet.

You know.

Eyes are on us, watching.

Let's be careful
so we can resume our business.

Yes, sir.

I told you before to just retire.

We can take care of all your needs.

Go to a remote island

and live peacefully there.

Primo?

Yes, sir?

Did you hear what I said?

Yes, sir.

What I mean is

we can take care of Lieutenant Hermes.

Even when you were in jail,

I told you we could silence him.

Sir, my request is clear.

I'll take care of it, sir.

Now I'm free, it's all I'm asking.

- Leave it up to me.
- Alright.

Just be careful.

Lieutenant Hermes is an animal.

He's Manila's finest investigator.

When you're done with Hermes,

When you're done with Hermes.

if you wish, you'll be given
a different assignment.

But if I were you, I'd retire now.

Relax, kid.

Thank you, sir.

Okay, then.

Make up for your ten years in jail.

That's ten years.

Enjoy, Primo.

Thank you once more, sir.

Comrade.

How much is it to Halya?

There's no boat to Halya City, sir.

It's quite far.

That's why I'm asking
how much it is to Halya.

You get it?

Stand up.

Stand up! Let us pray.

Merciful heaven,

here I am, your poor sheep,

whom you have appointed
to deliver your words,

words which will emancipate mankind.

Oh, Lord.

My Lord!

Jehovah of the world,

here with me,

is another sheep,
lost in the sins of the world

which you created
in your own likeness, my Lord!

I want you to receive him!

Come.

Come.

I will now baptize you.

Father,

accept him as a newly born son

saved from the sins of the world.

He is now born again!

Born again.

Come, my child.

I congratulate you.

You are now saved.

You are now saved.
Thank you, Lord!

Thank you.

Thank you, my Lord.

Thank you.

Oh my Lord,

Oh my Lord,

I give thanks to you

Thank Him, my child. Thank Him.

City of lights, Halya

Espiridion Tamano,

remember this:

you are now Jehovah's sheep.

Thank you, my child.

Sir, balut?

Want some balut?

Balut!

Thank you.

You're welcome, sir.

Sir?

Hello, sir.

One room please,
with a window facing the street.

For how many days, sir?

I don't know when I'll leave.

Okay, sir, I'll just check
what room is available.

Okay. And Miss?
Can I borrow a basin?

For what?

Wanna come with me?

Suck my dick first.

Come with me now?

Easy.

What is it?

Sir, your footsteps
can be heard downstairs.

- What room?
- 219, sir.

Please tell them I'm sorry.

Sir!

Sir, where did you buy your pants?

Oh my God!

How perfect, right?

I like your question, sister.

Why did she ask that?

Sorry, sir.

You're in trouble.

You started it.

You're doomed, sister!

What was that?

How are you, Hermes?

Manila's finest.

I'm here in Halya.

I'll wait for you.

Send a reply, damn it!

What did you say?

You. Come with me.

What's your name?

Rica.

Rica what?
Full name, please. Real name.

Ricarda Lim.

Ricarda Lim.

- Come.
- Why?

Let us pray first.

Kneel. Come.

Why?

Remove that bubble-gum in your mouth

and close your eyes, okay?

Close your eyes.

Merciful heaven,

here I am,
the poor shepherd you have chosen

to deliver your message,

words that will save humanity.

Oh my Lord,

my God,

Jehovah of mankind,

here is another sheep
lost in the sins of mankind

you created in your own likeness.

I want to offer her to you, my Lord.

Here she is.

Ricarda Lim.

I baptise you,

Ricarda Lim.

In the name of the Father,

the Son,

and the Holy Spirit.

Satan,

leave the body of Ricarda Lim!

Leave!

My God, I am grateful to you

For the chance you gave me

Oh my Lord...

I congratulate you, Ricarda Lim.

You are now one of Jehovah's sheep!

Ricarda Lim...

Miss?

Miss?

Ricarda.

How is it...

Why did you do this to me?

I invited you here to save you.

I didn't want to have sex with you.

I didn't plan to fuck you.

I've changed!

I am now a sheep of Jehovah

and I save people like you.

My Lord, what will I do with this?

Tell me what I need to do, my Lord.

I can't go back to jail
just because of a whore.

What now...

What will I do?

I don't want to go back to jail.

I don't want to go back...

I don't want to go back...

You like these flowers?

What color do you like?
I will give it to you.

This one suits you
because it's beautiful.

This one.

This one suits your color.

I still have plenty of these over there.

Come with me.
There's a swimming pool there.

You want to go swimming?

It's beautiful there,
with a swimming pool,

and we'll buy a hamburger.

And you'll drink Cokes?

There's plenty there.

Come with me, it'll be fun.

It's nearby.

We're almost there.
Are you tired already?

Come.

I'll carry you.

Come.

Hey, you!

Hey!

What are you doing?

- Miss.
- Yes, sir, what is it?

Ten syringes please,

plus some embalming fluid,
a big bottle.

What for, sir?

My dog died.

What happened, sir?

I beg you, let's not talk about it.
It's too painful.

Miss, what's your most fragrant perfume?

All of them, sir.

Yes, indeed.

Look.

What's your favourite perfume?
It's expensive, sir.

- What's your favourite perfume?
- It's expensive, sir.

Well...

Put it this way.

What is your most expensive perfume?

- I will buy it. I have money.
- Got it, sir.

- will buy it. I have money.
- Got it, sir.

I'm sorry.

Merciful God,

here is

the soul of...

a lost being...

lost in the sins of the world.

I want to offer her to you, my Lord.

Please accept her

Please accept her soul

And forgive us

Renata!

Renata!

Oh, it's Teacher Nerissa!

Good morning, Teacher Nerissa!

- How many sacks are there?
- Twenty-two.

Alright, ma'am. Jimboy! Jackie!

Come and get the sacks of cassava.

I'll just get some money, ma'am.

Do you want to eat, Teacher Nerissa?

No, thank you.

How are you?

I can't have you here, Hermes.

I beg you, Big Sister.

No!

Fuck you, leave!

When did it start?

Are you deaf?

How did you get this?

When the killings started.

When the killings
of the helpless started.

Were you involved?

Did you do it?

I investigated. We did.

We followed SOPs
for the Investigation Bureau,

giving the illusion of real reports,

to pacify the media, the public,

and human rights groups.

I wrote my report.

Tried to be honest.

I was the witness of a real operation.

Policemen visited squatters.

They entered a hut,

the wife was begging,

she even hugged the leg
of one of the officers.

Begging.

Their kids were screaming.

Gunshots were heard afterwards.

They fought back.

I saw the eyes of one of the kids,

staring at me.

He saw me in the corner.

He kept staring at me.

I ran away.

I couldn't take it.

That night,

I had a fever.

After a few days,
Raffy Lerma's photo was published.

The woman holding
her husband's bloody corpse.

Raffy is my friend.

He told me what happened.

He told me about
the other things he witnessed.

And then.

I investigated the communal grave

in the Navotas Public Cemetery,

with the bodies of those
believed to be involved in drugs.

It was a nightmare, Big Sister.

My body started to itch from then on.

I filed for an indefinite leave.

The waves have changed.

They seem to get angrier.

I know what you want to ask
since the day you came.

Where is my husband,
your Big Brother Pedro?

Where is Big Brother Pedro?

I don't know.

You don't know?

One day, he didn't come home.

Disappeared.

Vanished.

Is that true, Big Sister?

Yes.

Even his relatives
don't know his whereabouts.

What happened?

I really don't know.

I tried to find answers.

He was a very kind man, no vices,

never even cursed.

Upon waking up in the morning,
he would cook breakfast,

and then after eating,
we'd prepare for work.

He went to the school where he taught

and I went to the school where I work.

I thought maybe he had an affair
with another woman,

because I couldn't give him a child.

But your Big Brother Pedro
wasn't like that.

He never had a grudge against me
for not giving him a child.

He didn't have enemies?

None.

No one could get mad at him
for being so nice.

Pedro is a saint.

You looked for him?

I went to a lot of places.

I did everything.

Took me five years looking for him.

After five years, I stopped.

You think something happened to him?

Is he still alive?

I don't know.

You want me to investigate?

Why look for someone
who doesn't want to be found?

Your Big Brother Pedro

is like God, Hermes.

If you see me praying,
it doesn't mean I believe.

I'm still convincing myself to believe.

For the many years I've lived alone,
He is the only one I ran to.

That's why He is still here in my life.

But...

With everything that happened to us,

to me,

I find myself asking:

Where is God?

Is God alive?

You are an investigator,
one of the best.

Or arguably,

the greatest Filipino investigator.

That's what people say about you.

How do you investigate God, Hermes?

In the history of the world,

in the history of mankind,

He is probably the greatest
when it comes to hiding.

Big Sister, I'll go to bed.

Okay. Take your medicine.

Yes.

Big Sister?

What?

Let's visit our house tomorrow.

We'll talk about it.

Thanks, Big Sister.

Don't help me.

It's my job.

I have money, Big Sister.

I have plenty of benefits
with my service, Big Sister.

I saw you inject yourself last night.

My diabetes has gone worse.

But I can manage.

Now, the discussion is over.

- But Sister...
- Leave it, Hermes.

You show up after all these years
and then you pretend to help?

- Big Sister...
- Hermes!

I've lived here alone all these years.

When mother died?

You weren't here.

You, my ungrateful siblings.

But Big Sister,
I was abroad at the time, in Lisbon.

I was handling a sensitive case.

I couldn't stop.
I couldn't come home.

That's not enough of a reason.

Until her last breath,
Mother was looking for you all.

Where is my Dodong?

Where is my Melinda?

Where is my Beloved Hermes,
my youngest Hermes?

I didn't know what to tell her.

They're all in hell, Mother, I told her.

Big Sister.

I'm sorry.

Don't say sorry to me.

I won't forgive you, fuck you!

Ask forgiveness
from Mother, from Father!

The waves are eating at the house.

It won't be long
before it gets eaten up.

When there's a storm,
the water reaches inside.

Mother.

I'll stay here for the time being.

You can't be alone.

It's getting worse
and there's no one to look after you.

I can take care of myself.

How about the rashes on your back?

How about your food?

Surely, I can get food from the barrio.

I read articles about your condition.

You can't just eat any food.

It's like me,
you need to avoid certain things.

I'll bring you food.

I live close anyway.

Don't bother, Big Sister.

I can also cook.

Get better first.

This will be a hassle for you.

I will bring you food.

I have plenty of time.

Swim in the sea once in a while.

Salt water might be good for you.

Big Sister, some people are after me.

They know I'm here, in San Isidro.

I'm not afraid of anyone, Hermes.

Hello, ladies!

Hi, sir!

How are you?

Not doing well, sir.
Hardly any customer.

Add some dance numbers.

So you get noticed.

Add in something like that.

Great dance moves, sir.

You want some real happening?

And you'll earn a lot of money.

We can't say no to this!

- As long as there's no crime.
- We're good girls.

Just for fun!

Come with me.

Forward march, sisters!

You're something, sir.

Clean-cut and all.

It's very promising.

Come.

Over here!

There.

Come over here.

Come inside. Come.

Remember our deal.
You won't touch anything.

You won't open anything.

Yes, sir, we won't touch your stuff.

It's so fragrant here.

Wow, flowers! Beautiful!
A lot of them!

There are candles and perfume.

We didn't know we'd enter a shrine.

I want to die here.

You're getting cross-eyed!

Once upon a time,

there was a policeman,

a very skilled one.

He feared no one.

He was well-known, respected,

and a really great investigator.

He was so great

he was asked to teach
at the Police Academy,

at the School of Criminology.

He was asked to handle sensitive cases.

He wasn't greedy.

He wasn't ambitious.

Many times, he was offered a promotion,

but all he wanted

was to remain a sergeant.

He wanted

a simple rank.

He wasn't greedy about rank.

Until one day,

his life turned around

because

he got involved in a massacre.

Afterwards,

he got involved in kidnapping,

bank robbery,

and the assassination of a politician.

His name is

Sergeant Supremo Macabantay.

Once upon a time,

there was a policeman.

A great one. He feared no one.

He was well-known, respected,

and a really smart investigator.

Because of his greatness,

he was asked to teach

at the Police Academy,
at the School of Criminology.

He was asked to handle sensitive cases.

But one day,

he started

investigating the cases

of Sergeant Supremo Macabantay.

And because

of the evidence he collected,

Sergeant Supremo Macabantay was jailed.

Supremo rotted in jail.

But one day,

his wife filed a case against him.

Assault and battery.

One day, a case was filed against him

by another policeman
for assault and battery.

His name is

Lieutenant Hermes Papauran.

Lieutenant Hermes Papauran

is one

of the brightest students
of Sergeant Supremo Macabantay.

Once upon a time,

he was freed.

Sergeant Supremo

Macabantay.

And he is now ready to face

Lieutenant Hermes Papauran.

The end!

What a great story.

That's a true story.

Dance

Dance

Dance in the shards

Those who sleepwalk

Are bound to get hurt

Why is your tattoo a chick?

This was my Texas chicken
when he was a baby.

But he died in a five-cock derby.

Here is what I'd like you to make.

It's kind of a hunting knife.

Amazing.

I've never seen anything like it.

So you see,
this is how I'd like you do to it.

Do exactly that.

Follow all...

the measurements.

No more, no less. You hear me?

I will pay you.

How will you use it?

I'll show you.

Hold his face

or his throat...

Your enemy, I mean.

He immediately stops breathing.

First, stab him
at the top of his arm. Here.

Quick. Rotate the knife inside.

And then take it out. Quick!

Then by the hips. There.

Near the hips, rotate it

then pull it out immediately.

Last stab would be in the leg,
near the crotch.

Rotate it.

There you go.

It's one of the earliest
types of torture.

Your enemy will immediately fall.

Little by little,

his blood will run out.

He can still stand up.

He can still walk.

Depending on his strength.

I think it should take

an hour and a half.

If he can take it.

It's a very cruel

and a very painful death for him.

Especially in the last minutes.

You will call all the saints,

Gods, Satan, and you will swear.

You will feel the pain,

deep in your soul.

What will you use it for?

I'm a hunter.

If you do it fast,

I'll give you a bonus.

- Big Sister.
- Yes?

Stop sweeping. Before long,
it will be filled with sand again.

If I don't do this,

one day, the sand will pile up

and it will be harder to clean up.

Don't open the doors
and windows too much, Hermes.

Once you're cured,

will you go back on duty?

If I get cured, yes.

Just teach.

The current events are not good.

The culture of killing
is becoming your system.

You know that, as a policeman.

We don't need to discuss it

for a hundred years to reach the truth.

Now,

it's becoming rampant.

You're right.

You.

You're the system.

You represent the system

of death and killing.

And your victims
are the helpless ones, fuck all of you!

And...

The worst...

The worst is...

You're all blind followers.

Even though you know

that the system is not working.

Even though

their orders are not humane!

I'll do it.

- I'll do it.
- No, I'll do it.

- Go in.
- I'll do it!

- Go in and I'll do it.
- No!

I am doing it!

You are keeping quiet.
And the worst is...

You think you know everything?

What?

- You're okay with it!
- They are!

But not me, Big Sister, not me!

I'm not okay with it!

How are you, Hermes?

Manila's finest. I'm here in Halya.
I'll wait for you.

Halya is only three hours away
from San Isidro. Take a jeep. Come.

Just like I taught you at school,
let's check each evidence thoroughly

so we crack the mystery of the crime
and reach the truth.

He ran in this direction.

He was shot here.

- He was shot at your house?
- Yes.

But he was able to run.

I saw you on Democracy Now!
with Amy Goodman, that's why I called.

To congratulate you.

We need to speak up.

Lieutenant, you know me.
I'm not like that.

I let my photos do the talking.

After President Duterte's
State of The Nation Address,

where he mentioned
my photos were melodramatic,

the attacks on me became worse.

They were concocting so many lies.

You know that.

Things like... I hired actors,

and what happened
to Michael Siaron was staged.

They tried to destroy my credibility.

I needed to speak up.

Good thing I don't have Facebook.

But I read the articles
and heard the lies.

It was time for me to speak out.

It's good that you spoke up.

You're a witness.

So be careful.

I'm being careful.

What are you doing now?

Same old routine.

Documentation on human rights abuses.

How about you, Lieutenant?
How are you?

I went back to San Isidro, my hometown.

I'm trying to heal.
Remember? My psoriasis.

Ah yes. How is it?

It's getting worse.

I'm just trying the effect of sea water.

Our house is just by the seashore.

- Lieutenant?
- Yes?

I read that Supremo Macabantay
had been released.

Yes.

He has a lot of powerful supporters.

Sponsors.

He's very influential.

You nailed him on his cross, Lieutenant.
Be careful.

Yes.

He already reached out,
actually, via text.

What did he say?

The usual.

Threats, scaring me,
challenging me to a fight.

What did you say?

I said,

"I love you, sir."

But seriously, he's dangerous.
That's Primo.

I know, he's not human.
He's my teacher.

Bye, Raffy.
Just keep doing what you're doing.

Very courageous.

Be careful, Mr. Courageous.

You too, Lieutenant.

Once this is over, let's jam.
I miss the old days.

Hanging out at the precincts,
in the press office, chatting.

When do you think this will end?

I don't know, Raffy.

The killings have become blatant.

The lives of Filipinos
became like those of chickens.

I'll go now, Raffy.

Okay, Lieutenant.

It's still here.

You were the best swimmer
in our batch then.

How are you, Peryong?

Tell me a story.

Why do you seem so scared?

Peryong, this is not contagious.

This is not leprosy.

This is psoriasis.

Just some rash on the skin.

I visited you because Sister Nerissa
told me about your condition.

And we're just the same, Peryong.

Our wives left us.

I have a few savings.

I can help you.

I don't want to be involved.

Involved in what?

What are they telling you?

That this is leprosy?

Is this why none of our childhood friends
are showing up?

Thank you, Hermes.

Good day.

I am heaven sent.

I am here to save you.

Come, my child.

Come.

Come.

Merciful Heaven

Here I am, your humble sheep

Which you have appointed

One of those you chose
to deliver your words

Words that will emancipate mankind

Oh my Lord

Jehovah of mankind,

here's another sheep

lost in her path which you have created
to your own likeness.

I am offering her to you, my Lord.

I am offering her.

Father, please accept her
as your new child.

From the sins of the world,

now she is born again.

Thank you, my Lord!

I congratulate you.

You are now saved.

You are now saved.
You are now free.

I accept

your offering.

Let's dance.

Let's dance.

My God,

thank you.

Come. Let's dance.

Shake your hips.

Let's dance.

Let us dance.

Like that.

Let us dance.

Like this.

Let us dance.

Thank you, Lord!

Thank you for what
you have given. Thank you...

Let us dance.

Miss, one room, please.

For how long?

One week.

What are these?

One is a medical record.

I have a severe psoriasis.

It's a skin disease
but it's not contagious.

It's not contagious at all,
don't be scared

if you see how I look.

Here's how I look.

The other paper is a leave grant.

I'm a police officer.

I'm on leave because of my condition.

There's a number there
you can call to verify.

Miss.

The information
should only stay with you.

Consider this classified, okay?

Yes, sir, copy.

Are you coming?

What are you hiding, sir?

Yes, sir, what?

Here's what I'm hiding.

Come.

Your bag.

Are you okay?

Primo.

Sarge!

Good evening!

Sarge Primo!

Good evening!

Sarge?

I'll be there!

- Where did the crazy guy go?
- That way, sir!

Excuse me.

Sir Primo, good evening.

I hope we can talk nicely

in the less crowded part of the port.

At the far end.

I'm on my way.

Thank you.

Good morning, sir!

Good morning.

How are you, Hermes?

I'm fine, sir.

I'm itchy all over. I'm rotting, sir.

What is that?

Psoriasis, sir!

But it's not contagious.

- Why don't you get medication?
- I am, sir.

But I was told the disease is inside.

In the soul, sir.

Hermes.

Lieutenant Hermes Papauran.

Let us end this.

This is too much baggage already.

This cross is too heavy to bear.

Let's shake off everything.

One on one.

Killing match.

Everything I taught you about combat,
apply it now.

This is no happy ending.

This isn't a film, fuck!

Sir, I won't fight back, sir.

Fight back!

You betrayed me!

Wait, sir.

I just did my job, sir.

Fuck that job!

I am your teacher!
And you destroyed me, right?

It was my duty, sir!
I just did my duty.

You took everything from me, Hermes.

The raid in my house.

Your raid in my house.

You killed my family!

All of them!

My kids...

My wife...

You let them burn
when you set my house on fire!

You burnt my life, Hermes.

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

That was an accident, sir.

No! I cannot accept that!

Let's end this once and for all.

- I'm asking for your forgiveness, sir.
- I will not accept it!

Fight.

Fight, fuck. Stand up.

If I can't talk to you nicely,
I can't do anything anymore.

I should even be arresting you

for killing my Big Sister.

But I will accept that

so we're even.

Didn't you say, sir,

that I destroyed you?

You destroyed me, too.

Once more,

I ask for your forgiveness, sir.

Are you okay?

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

It's getting lighter, Hermes.

There goes the sunrise.

For the last moment,
we'll catch a glimpse

of your fucked up country.

Fuck the Philippines!

This fucked up country

cradling criminals just like us!

Criminals just like us!