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Hey, I wanna try it.

I was first. You get the other one.

I said I wanna try it.

Give me.

Mine.

Hey, quit it.

I said quit it.

What did Papa say about
fooling around in the library?

Kuya started it.

You're crazy!

It was his idea.

I don't care who started it.
As long as you both stop.

You can't tell us what to do.

Yeah, you ain't our boss.

As long as I have to babysit
the two of you, I might as well be.

Basilio, Crispin!

I'd advise against you
hitting my daughter.

People forget she can hit back.

But as long as you're in this house,
you are part of this family.

And family protect each other.

Alexandra.

They aren't family, Papa,
they're murderers.

They killed the sigbin
and almost killed you.

They are lost children
in need of guidance,

like how I've guided you.

But those brats don't listen.

They don't trust anyone.

Except you.

I'm not you, Papa.

You don't have to be.

They don't trust you
because you don't trust yourself.

Soon, you'll have to forge
your own path, Alexandra.

It won't be easy,

but should you choose true,
they will follow.

Everyone will.

Alexandra Trese.

The path you've chosen has led you to me.

Datu Talagbusao.

The last we met,
I had your father on a spear.

Then I'm here to return the favor.

Such fight.

You and my children have grown
into the warriors I knew you to be.

No thanks to you, Dad.

You're too late. Talagbusao.
The battle is over.

This battle has been raging
for longer than you can imagine, Trese.

It will continue to rage
long after all of you are dead.

Not if we send you back
to whatever hell you came from.

You can't run away
from the inevitable.

Fighting a god wasn't part
of our arrangement.

Neither is the apocalypse.

So saddle up, Maliksi,

or both our worlds are gonna be destroyed.

This is why I hate family reunions.

Shouldn't let men do a woman's job.

Besides, we can't leave
you boys with all the fun.

You fools.

All willing to die for a cause
none of you understand.

I will bring this world to ruin,
as I have countless times before.

The storm has finally come, Trese.

And you're on the wrong side of it.

Bagyon Lektro, you traitor,
you're being played a fool by Talagbusao.

The only fool here is you,
the murderer of my son.

Clinging to old, antiquated alliances.

Your son brought it on himself,
just like what you are doing now.

Lies. Lies that you and all
your precious allies will pay for.

The Tikbalang have fought alongside
the Treses for centuries.

We shall not abandon them now.

I, too, pledged allegiance
to the Treses once.

And how do they repay me?

They murdered my only son!

I've always wondered
what it was like to kill a god.

Then you will be disappointed.

Hannah!

We're getting our asses kicked

and I don't even know
what the hell is going on.

This Datu Talagbusao
wants to bring about the end of the world.

The end of the world? Great.

How do we stop that?

With whatever we've got.

If this is all this world has to offer,

then it's only right
that I bring it to an end.

Starting with the humans.

Get down!

Marco!

We can't fight them both. Focus on Lektro.

On it, bossing.

I'm up for round two.

Surrender, Talagbusao, you're on your own.

Don't you understand, Trese?

This is all preordained.

Destined.

Like how you're standing
before me right now.

We're done listening to you.

Yeah. And don't think we're gonna
go easy because you're our dad.

We're more Mama's boys.

In that case, it's about time
you do as your father says.

The bond of power is strong,
but the bond of blood is stronger.

What have you done to them?

I've simply returned my children
to their true nature.

The same children you swore to kill?

You still think this is about them,

the prisoners, the Mayor,
the General, Nuno?

They were all a means
to a much greater end.

An end I meticulously planned
long before you were born.

Despite your father's
best efforts to stop me,

he did not stem humanity's lust for war.

Their worship of blood and violence
is what ultimately drew

my most loyal subjects
to summon me back into your world.

I allowed my children to be taken
under your family's care,

so they could be my eyes and ears.

Then I secretly whispered my biddings

throughout the corners
of the supernatural world

as I slowly built my army
in the shadows of your own city.

I hid myself in plain sight

and let my unwitting acolytes
leave bread crumbs in their wake.

Which ultimately led you here to me.

Now, it is time to fulfill your destiny,

to choose among the worthy
and pass judgment on this world.

This is the destiny
your father denied you.

"Destiny"? All you know is destruction.

Your father lied to you.

He lied to everyone.

You are Alexandra Trese,
sixth child of the sixth child.

The one foretold to tip the balance
between the Underworld

and the world of men

to preside over one and destroy the other.

This is the prophecy
as told by your father,

but tainted instead
with lies and half-truths.

This prophecy has been
passed down through the ages

long before you were born.

But your father was the first
to seek to understand it.

His search led him to seven seers

who foresaw the coming
of the sixth child in this age.

One of the seers was a young babaylan
from Mount Makiling.

Your father studied
the babaylan's visions,

preparing for what they believed
to be the End Times.

The annihilation of both
the supernatural world

and the world of men.

For all
his scholarly posturing,

your father was blinded
by his own naive humanity.

His own sense of self-righteousness.

He thought he could stop
the march of fate,

even when he discovered
that the prophecy was much larger,

much grander than he ever imagined.

That is because the babaylan's visions
also spoke of a fifth child.

A fearsome warrior who would conquer
both worlds through death and fire

and lay them at the feet of the sixth.

Then, I will be summoned
to remake the world.

And after the sixth
pass judgment on all of creation,

I, Datu Talagbusao, the God of War,

harbinger of both
destruction and creation,

lord of annihilation and rebirth,
would remake the world anew,

just as I had countless cycles before.

This is how it has been.
This is how it shall always be.

But your self-righteous father
vowed to stop me

through whatever means necessary.

He realized that he could not do it alone.

So he formed the Council and united
the human and supernatural worlds

through his precious accords.

A fragile alliance
whose terms were dictated

by none other
than your sanctimonious father,

the self-appointed lakan.

He was reckless to think that his
tenuous accords would stop my arrival.

He lied to his allies and to himself

that he alone was the key
to putting an end to the prophecy.

He searched every corner of both worlds,
determined to find the prophesied twins.

He mistakenly believed
that by finding them,

he could stop the prophecy
from coming to fruition.

All the seers envisioned
the coming of these children.

But no one knew
to whom they would be born.

Not until the babaylan herself,
your mother,

became pregnant with twins,

you and your sister.

A fifth and a sixth child.

The first destined to conquer.

The other to bring balance.

They were confirmed
by the seers and your mother

to be the same prophesied children
that your father vowed to stop.

His own flesh and blood.

That was when he took matters
into his own hands.

He burned every trace, every note
he had ever made of the fifth child,

believing that if he could rid
the prophecy of its conqueror,

he would stop the coming of the end times,

even if it meant
sacrificing his own daughter.

So...

he killed your sister
and turned her into this.

No, my sister was stillborn.

Your sister was destined

to be the greatest warrior
this world has ever seen.

Preordained to deliver
both worlds for your judgment,

which is why your father
feared her the most.

But your sister's death was nothing
but a bold-faced lie he spun,

so he could shape you
into his own vision of the prophecy,

a lie he told to the Underworld as well.

So he could hide
your true identity from them.

The Balete Tree.

No one on the Council knew that you
were the sixth child of the sixth child.

But when the truth was finally exposed,

those who opposed your father
confronted him on the day of your trials.

Your position as Lakan
has made you arrogant, Trese,

surrender the child and there
will be no need for bloodshed.

You're a fool to think
that I'd simply hand over my daughter.

As long as she lives, she dooms us all.

Should the prophecy come to pass...

Then may we both
not live long enough to find out.

What now?

Kill them all.

No.

Your father
was foolish enough to think

that he could twist the prophecy
to his own will

and cost the lives of the very allies
he swore to protect.

His own lies
began the undoing of the accords.

The same lies that lured you
into the Balete Tree

because he did not trust you
were ready to face your own destiny.

Innocent blood was spilled
for your father's lies,

all because he was too scared
to admit what he truly was.

Weak.

Your father's weakness
was a death sentence

not only to your friends,
but to your family,

your sister, your mother.

His own hubris killed them all.

No! No! You're a liar.

Call me what you like,
but you cannot deny the truth.

I won't be manipulated by you.

Your father
is the manipulator.

He selfishly tried to control you
by raising you to believe

that you were born solely
to uphold his worthless accords.

So he robbed you of a choice, Alexandra.

He denied you the chance
to decide for yourself.

Instead, he chose for you and your sister
by controlling your fates,

all because he did not trust you enough
with your own destiny.

And what makes you think I'll trust you?

You think your role in the prophecy
makes you special.

You are not
the first sixth child to be born,

nor will you be the last.

And now, my time has come
to once again begin the cycle anew.

Come, Trese, embrace your fate.

Bring judgment to this world,

so that I may destroy it and recreate
a new, stronger one in its wake.

It is your destiny.

This isn't destiny. This is genocide.

Your destiny is to stand
above all in existence.

The Aswang,
the Tikbalang, your friends, your family,

the human and the supernatural world.

You must choose among them all

and anoint those worthy
to be reborn in the New World.

You know I speak the truth.

You can feel it in your blood.

You have no idea what I believe.

Your father's fairy tales,

do you truly think that he loved you,

that he simply was not
using you all this time?

Don't listen to him, Alexandra.

Your father may not have been perfect,
but he was a good man.

And whatever he did, I will bet my life
that he did it to protect this world.

To protect you.

Captain Guerrero!

Ah, humanity, ever so arrogant.

And yet still so fragile.

Don't!

No!

He didn't deserve this.

He was a good man.

Why do you still resist?

Your father robbed your sister
of a choice by taking her life.

And he robbed you of your freedom
by controlling yours.

You are mistaken if you believe
that I'd choose to serve you.

Then I will decide for you.

Come and partake.

Embrace what you truly are.

What you've always known yourself to be.

Greater than man,
greater than your father.

Sic itur ad astra.

Sic itur ad astra.

It's time.

Papa, what if I'm not ready?

- What if I don't make it back?
- You will.

Trust in yourself just as I trust in you.

But should you ever lose your way...

...look to your family to lead you back.

We'll be right here
when you return, bossing.

It's time to forge
your own path, Alexandra.

Trust in yourself.
That will guide you to what is right.

But should you lose your way,

your family will always
be there beside you.

Always.

Sic itur ad astra.

Sic itur ad astra.

Are you ready to avenge your sister

and succeed where your father had failed?

No.

Because I am not my sister
and I am not my father.

But I am a Trese.

Any time, boys.

How can this be?

The bond of blood might be strong,
but the bond of the family is stronger.

- Hit him.
- Way ahead of you, bossing.

I hope
you've got a plan, bossing.

Keep him distracted and shoot around him.

Around him?

Remember that thing
that makes Crispin sick?

- I don't think...
- Trust me.

Always have, bossing.

Oh, yeah!

My flesh bleeds.

But my spirit is undying.

You cannot kill me!

I was never going to kill you.

Dragon's blood.

No! No!

Foolish girl!

I will not be imprisoned again!

It's done, Talagbusao.

Your schemes can't hurt anyone here.

Then you will be trapped here with me.

The prophecy cannot be stopped.

Destiny will come for you
and you will be forced to choose.

Then I choose this.

What?

No!

All that death just hurts, Papa.

Of course, it should.

It is always painful
when something is lost.

You do what you can, Alexandra.

That's the job, isn't it?

Alexandra, please. Help me save this one.

What?

You just reminded me
of your father for a moment.

Hey, I wanna try it.

I was first. You get the other one.

I said I wanna try it.

Give me.

Mine.

I still don't trust them.

Those two were raised to believe

that violence and murder
are games to be played.

We can show them
there's a better way to live

by giving them
what they need most right now.

What's that?

A real family.

Go, Team Trese.

Bring it in for Team Trese.

Team Trese, on three.

Lead the way, bossing.

We'll be right there behind you.

When a soul gets lost,
we, babaylan, have the power to help.

Remember what your papa
and I always tell you.

You need to...

You need to see beyond the outside.

Correct.

All of us must see beyond
to live in balance.

I love you, my darling.

So very much.

Mom.

She will always
be there beside you.

Your family will always be there
beside you.

We're home, Alex.

♪ Sometimes at night ♪

♪ I toss and turn ♪

♪ Did I make ♪

♪ A mistake ♪

♪ Regret fills me up inside ♪

♪ I won’t waste ♪

♪ The legacy you passed on to me ♪

♪ Be careful ♪

♪ What you promise ♪

♪ I fear no one ♪

♪ When I feel you next to me ♪

It's the barako
you've been drinking, buddy.

Fuck you.

It came from here.

What the fuck?

Trese.