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We’ve been waiting for you. We can finally start playing.

Where have you been?

I took a bath. I couldn’t stand the heat.

- Did you bring these? - They’re not yet ripe.

It’s so bitter!

Did you use the water in the pail?

- Why? - We were going to use it to cook rice.

Didn’t you set aside water for that?

You should have said something.

Never mind. I’ll just fetch water later.

There’s still some left.

Come and sit here.

Let me get dressed. Don’t look.

Will you watch the eclipse?

What time?

8 o’clock.

They say the moon will turn blood-red.

The bible says it’s a sign of deluge.

Well, it’s almost the turn of the century. Perhaps the end is really near.

It’s only 1993.

We still have...

We have seven more years before the world ends.

A bomb will probably kill us way before the world ends.

It depends on whose bomb it is.

Why? Who has the more deadly bomb?

The rebels? Or the military?

Let’s see if there’s a bomb deadlier than mine.

Shit.

It stinks!

- Shit. - That was a stink bomb.

Shit.

Have a little shame, Joel’s here.

Oh please.

He’s used to me.

- I think I tasted it! Just take a dump! - Later. There’s no water.

- What did you eat? - What did I eat?

Ham!

Blood stew and rice cakes!

Seriously? Sweet potato leaves are all we ever eat!

I almost forgot…

Here.

Sardines!

Don’t tell anyone. I’ll get into trouble.

I’ll make soup with lots of ingredients.

Like what?

Sweet potato leaves!

You should stay for dinner.

No, thanks. I have to go on patrol later.

It’s been a year since we last ate sardines.

When was the last outreach here?

The one with the American nun. We got a bag of groceries then.

Just because she was white, you think she’s American.

Why do you always wear that? It’s like a rag.

I didn’t know I had to dress up at home.

Whatever.

Is it my turn?

Yeah.

Are outsiders still barred from here?

We could use the groceries.

Outsiders get us into trouble.

Whenever there’s a problem, the blame falls on the military.

Even when residents fall on traps set by the rebels, it’s still our fault.

Poor soldiers.

When that American nun had the runs and was throwing up,

perhaps they blamed the military too.

What happened to her?

She insisted on eating with the locals, perhaps for camaraderie.

But she wasn’t used to the food. She spent every minute throwing up.

Didn’t she almost die from dehydration?

Fortunately, there were a lot of coconuts. They made her drink that.

There were a lot of coconuts here?

There used to be.

They burned down because of military operations.

Back then, whenever it was this hot, I would climb a tree to get coconuts.

It cooled me off.

It’s hot as hell!

Where did I put my fan?

Wait.

You used to climb coconut trees?

Is that surprising?

She can climb faster than I can.

- Really? - Yes.

Where is it?

Is it unbelievable?

I just can’t imagine.

You’d be surprised at what I’m capable of.

Emma.

It's your turn.

What’s going on? Should we be worried?

My comrades are just practicing.

Practicing, or having fun?

I was 15 when I first saw a corpse.

A soldier shot some kids for no reason.

He just went on a shooting spree.

Then, they made it look like it was done by the rebels.

This will taste better with salt.

What if the rebels were really behind it?

Were you there when it happened?

Did you see with your own eyes that those kids were shot by a soldier?

You’re right.

It’s easier to get mad at the military

because you’re the ones we often see holding a gun.

Is that really it?

Or, is it because most of the rebels are your friends and relatives?

Not always.

I don’t have clubs.

Me neither.

Your move.

You’ve changed a lot, Emma.

You too, Nardo.

What do you mean?

You probably don’t remember.

I was one of the soldiers here when your truck arrived.

You were both not in your senses.

Especially you, Emma. You were fast asleep when you arrived.

I wasn’t asleep. I fainted.

They tried to fit a whole village inside a small truck.

We were like pigs about to be butchered.

I carried you and brought you to the medic.

That was you?

Why did you only tell us now?

It never came up.

Why didn’t you carry me?

I got dizzy myself riding the truck.

For hours, my face was buried in Dencio’s armpits.

His body odor is unbelievable.

- Was it worse than your fart? - Much worse!

- Did you faint too? - No.

No, he didn’t. He couldn’t walk.

A fellow soldier carried him. We brought the two of you to the medic.

As we were walking, Nardo looked at me threateningly.

He kept saying…

Don’t you dare touch my wife. She’s mine. She’s mine.

I didn’t know if you were like the others.

Almost a year has passed, but it seems like it was only yesterday.

Have you been notified?

So it’s true? They want to relocate us again.

No one knows when, but be prepared.

You may have to leave suddenly. Trucks may arrive anytime.

They keep relocating us.

We’ve been relocating to different places for three years.

We never stay put in one place.

I wish they wouldn’t make us move. We’re doing fine here.

I don’t want to be cramped under one roof again. Epidemics broke out.

Old people and children fell sick.

Here, at least we have our own place.

What are we running from, anyway?

Enemies.

Who are our enemies?

Will anyone admit that they’re the enemy?

Each camp thinks that they’re fighting the good cause.

Queens.

Kings.

The queen and the king.

I win!

Shit.

You should’ve laid your cards down earlier. I thought…

You thought you were going to win. My friend…

Many die from false assumptions.

It’s how you play the game.

Emma, your husband is not a humble man.

I have to go. Patrol duty. I’ll just grab a smoke.

I’ll join you.

Nardo, can I talk to you?

You go ahead.

Who’s there?

Son of a bitch!

Aren’t you jumpy?

I could have shot you.

I would have stabbed you first. That is, if I had a knife.

You had no clue I was approaching.

Did I disturb your piss?

Looks like your penis retreated. Or is it really that small?

Bastard.

Let’s compare boners, and I’ll put you to shame.

Come on, lighten up.

You boast as if your penis is huge.

Want me to make it hard?

Moron.

This is so huge that on our wedding night, I had to go real slow.

It took me two days before I could penetrate her.

Mine is so huge that even if I had sex with a whore, she would feel like a virgin.

Is that why you didn’t have kids?

You couldn’t have sex with Emma because your dick is too big?

Idiot.

She just had a miscarriage when we got here.

The midwife warned her pregnancy could kill her.

Emma tried to be careful.

But the military operations aggravated her.

So... We lost the baby.

Since then, it’s been hard for her to conceive.

Maybe it’s just as well.

The child will just die of hunger here.

Don’t you have plans of getting married?

Maybe someday.

My work takes me everywhere.

I don't stay in one place.

It would be hard to raise a family if I’m always not around.

How many girlfriends have you had?

I don’t keep count.

They’re that many?

Well, you are handsome.

And you're a soldier.

And you said they were all virgins?

Let me do that.

I’ll do it.

I got this...

- I'll do it. - I got it.

You’re our guest. Let us do the work.

You’re the guests here. Not me.

A truck brought you here, remember?

Don’t turn everything into a pissing contest.

Do it if you want to.

You better do a good job.

Chop a lot, okay?

Wow.

How are we going to fix this?

What will your comrades think if they see you chopping wood for us?

They’ll think we’re friends.

Right? Aren’t we friends?

I thought you had to go back to camp.

Your husband and I were having a nice chat.

Besides, I’m not yet needed there.

I was watching the two of you by that tree.

I suddenly remembered how we first met.

Joel already told us.

We had just arrived here, and he carried you to the medic.

I was unconscious then. It was later when we really met.

I thought you couldn’t remember.

I tried to forget about it, because it’s embarrassing.

- But when I saw you comparing dicks… - You saw what?

Wasn’t that what you were doing?

I’m not blind. I could see you clearly from the window.

Well, how did you first meet Joel?

Don’t tell him!

There are things you haven’t told me?

- I hesitated, then forgot about it. - But you remember it now.

After I saw what you were doing.

Tell me.

I was taking a piss…

A piss?

By that very same tree…

- And then? - And then?

I approached him and tapped him on the shoulder...

There.

I was startled.

I turned to face her… with my dick hanging out!

You came up to Joel while he was peeing?

I was just concerned…

Concerned about what?

Enchantment!

It’s true, Nardo. A kapre lives in that tree.

Once, as I was walking by, ash fell on my shoulder.

Isn’t it said that a kapre smokes a cigar?

I think Emma can settle our dispute.

About what?

We’ve been arguing about who has the bigger dick.

You’re aware of your husband’s assets. And you’ve also seen mine.

You be the judge: who is more well-endowed?

Be fair, Emma. Don’t favor Nardo just because he’s your husband.

Let me think about it carefully.

- Quit this foolishness. - Would you like to see it again?

- Why not? - You heard her!

You don’t mind, do you?

Do you want to do it together?

- Stop this. - Wait. What’s the matter?

Emma has seen both our dicks.

We’ve all seen spilled guts, decaying bodies.

Is it more scandalous to show one’s penis?

Come on, take that off!

Quit it!

- Take it off! - Stop it! You’re acting like a child!

Another soldier was found dead this morning…

stabbed repeatedly, by the river.

Shouldn’t we talk about that instead?

You’ve chopped enough firewood, Joel.

Are you surprised?

What’s so surprising about it?

You said it yourself. We’ve witnessed all kinds of death here.

We’ve all lost loved ones and friends.

Nothing should surprise us anymore.

How did you find out about it?

People are talking about it.

- But we’ve kept it a secret. - You obviously failed.

People can be imprisoned, but no jail can keep the truth from coming out.

Why does the military want to keep his death under wraps?

To keep people from seeing their weakness.

This is their third casualty, and yet they haven’t found the killer.

- Who could be responsible? - Rebels, who else?

Would rebels come out from hiding to kill one person at a time?

Maybe a refugee is taking revenge on the military for their abuses.

Who? Can you name names?

Can you point them out?

Maybe you are among those who are mad at us?

Everyone here is nursing a grudge.

This war has taken a lot from us.

Our loved ones, our homes.

Peace. Dignity. Our future.

And we don’t just blame you. We blame the rebels too.

Even God. Ourselves.

So don’t take their grievances personally.

Guevarra.

That was his name.

I considered him family.

Guevarra.

That’s the soldier they found by the stream?

He wasn’t killed by an ordinary refugee.

There are rebels who live here.

They secretly spy on the camp, and kill whenever there’s an opportunity

Maybe a kapre did it.

Nardo...

Isn’t that right, Emma?

Isn’t that why you approached Joel while he was peeing?

You were afraid that the kapre would hurt him.

- It’s not funny. - I’m not trying to be funny.

What if this war was just created by unseen creatures and monsters?

Maybe what we need are not guns nor tanks, but vespers and amulets to fight ghouls.

At times, I asked myself: Why are we killing one another?

What is the reason behind this war? Why should the innocent suffer?

Could it be that our whole country is under some sort of enchantment,

and we’re being played like pawns by that stupid kapre?

Where are they? Here?

Son of a bitch!

Excuse us!

Are these kapre communists, too? Are they also good in hiding?

Joel, that’s enough.

The killings only started after we caught Samuel last year.

I think one by one, soldiers are being killed to avenge his capture.

Samuel...

The brains behind the rebel movement here.

Everyone knows him. Many tales are told about his bravery.

The people here sympathize with him. We know that.

That’s because he knows how to listen. He knows how to talk to people.

Even if it's your first time meeting him, he will give you his full attention.

It’s as if you were talking to a friend.

So you’ve met him?

He visited our village once.

I spoke to him.

Emma...

- Don’t be scared. - I won’t say a word.

You don’t need to cover for me.

I’m not hiding anything.

Does talking to a rebel make me a Communist?

I spoke to Samuel, a poor person to another.

Two people with nothing to eat.

What did you talk about?

What else? Food.

He asked us to loan him some rice.

Three cups of rice.

And you gave it to him?

Hollow eyes. Sunken cheeks.

He had deep lines on his face that were like spiderwebs.

How old could he be?

60?

70?

His hair had turned white fighting his cause and begging for food.

Despite all that, I didn’t pity him.

I deeply felt his sense of dignity,

I could almost touch his courage.

If you met him, you would have admired him too.

Yes, he is admirable.

You’ve talked to him?

I saw him when he was brought to the camp.

I understood why he had the people’s sympathy.

He had a way of looking at you, those eyes would suck you in.

He’s very intelligent. He speaks well.

If he ran for office in Manila, he would probably win.

Is he still alive?

He’s in prison.

And probably dying.

Emma.

How are rebels treated in jail?

Are they given soft beds?

Served delicious food?

When innocent people are arrested,

they barely get out alive.

What more Samuel?

- Can you get a fire going? - That’s enough.

Leave her be, Nardo.

Go on, it's not a problem.

These are issues we should talk about.

We’re friends.

We shouldn’t keep secrets from one another.

Right, Emma?

It’s a huge mistake that the military fails to listen to the people’s sentiments.

This is what causes deeper misunderstandings.

Samuel is alive.

Believe it or not, the military treats him well.

His dignity is intact

And I am certain that in prison, he doesn’t need to beg anyone for rice.

But I have to admit, we don’t always treat our enemies well.

Even the refugees.

They have experienced a lot of violence due to military rule.

But for me, that's not right.

Is it true?

That Samuel being held in a secret prison,

an underground prison cell?

That’s bullshit.

Why would we keep him here?

Rebels would attack us just to set him free.

He was brought to Manila a long time ago.

That’s not what I heard.

They say you will only send him to Manila once he has given you valuable information.

Don’t believe everything you hear.

Oh no.

The statue is ruined.

Why did you light all the candles?

I want this place to be brightly lit.

Use them sparingly. We only have them because of Joel.

It’s no big deal.

I can easily sneak out some more from the camp.

We are imposing too much.

We already owe you a lot.

Rice, canned goods, medicines...

You always help us.

It’s too risky, you’re stealing from your camp’s rations.

You have nothing to worry about. Just leave it all to me.

What he’s really worried about is what people will say.

Why? What are they going to say?

The usual… that we suck up to the military, and that’s why we became friends.

It’s only natural for them to think that.

It’s hard to fathom that a soldier like me can become a friend.

They can't accept that we're friends with someone

they blame for deaths in their family.

It's understandable.

Repeated military operations wiped out our means of livelihood.

We had nothing left, not even a chicken egg.

I don’t mean to generalize,

but the few soldiers who committed violence here

are enough to destroy generations of families living in this town.

Why are you telling Joel these things?

There's nothing one good soldier can do against a battalion of bad soldiers.

Please bear with us.

For the refugees, all soldiers are the same.

The soldier who raped their daughters

is the soldier who killed their husbands, and set their crops on fire.

It rarely crosses our minds to thank you for your efforts to combat insurgency.

As far as we remember, the rebels were never as abusive as the military.

That’s why it’s hard to convince the refugees that you’re a good person.

Even if I repeatedly speak of your kindness…

like the time you helped Nardo defend me from soldiers who tried to harass me.

Didn’t your superior reprimand you for going against your fellow soldiers?

I asked them, wasn’t that enough to win our trust?

That’s how my wife sees you…

Her personal hero.

They said that the reason why you are being kind to us…

is because you are spying on us.

You suspect us of being rebels.

And it is easier to keep an eye on us once you get our trust.

That’s not true.

I don’t have any intentions other than friendship.

I just remembered something.

What?

That dead tree… and how you and my wife first met.

Didn’t we already talk about that?

I’m really slow sometimes.

I don’t get it right away.

We tried to convince other refugees here your intentions are good.

And, that you are not like the others. Didn’t we, Nardo?

I don’t understand you.

You believe in myths about the kapre

but you can’t believe in the goodness of a soldier who is willing to help you.

Blame it on religion.

People rely too much on God… on luck… and on miracles.

But then, if all we believe in is limited to what we see and feel,

what pathetic beings we are!

Our happiness will be very shallow.

We won’t believe in God, or the promise of an afterlife.

There would be no point to our sacrifices and hardships.

Is this it for all those caught in this war? Hell?

I want to believe that there is a heaven to match this hell.

That’s enough.

I will fetch water before curfew strikes.

I’ll go with you.

Are you in a hurry?

Not really. Why?

Stay here. Keep Emma company.

Come now, I’m no longer a child.

I can take care of myself. Joel has to go on patrol.

I won’t be long.

Nardo’s right.

It’s dangerous to leave women alone here.

You speak as if I am helpless.

Is it because I’m a woman?

What protection can I get from two men who waste time measuring each other’s penis?

Don’t protect me too much, you might forget to defend yourselves.

From whom?

The enemy.

Why? Who’s the enemy?

I'll go ahead.

Nardo,

don’t stay out too long. It’s almost time for curfew.

Remember. Don’t touch my wife. She’s mine. Mine.

Nardo.

It’s getting chilly. Wear this.

I don’t understand your husband.

Why?

He’s obviously jealous of me. But he still asks me to watch over you.

He trusts you… as a loyal friend.

I have a raging hard-on for you.

Did you also get a boner when you two were showing your dicks to each other?

I didn’t know your husband’s penis was that small.

That’s what you think. You haven’t seen him with a boner.

Are you teasing me?

It doesn't matter who's bigger.

Your hands are bigger.

So are your feet. Your balls…

Your mere gaze makes me wet.

Was it good?

Does Nardo do this to you?

Is Nardo’s really bigger?

You’re more satisfying.

Isn’t that more important?

Do you think he still doesn’t suspect a thing?

Probably.

Why? Did you notice anything?

You’re the wife. Shouldn’t you sense that?

With Nardo, it’s hard to tell.

Most of the time, I don’t know what he’s thinking.

And he's the quiet type.

He can’t be that stupid to not suspect anything.

He probably notices us stealing glances, and the way we smile at each other.

He suspects, but he isn't sure.

Or if he is certain, maybe he doesn’t want to face the truth.

Why did you bring up how we met by that tree?

I thought you were going to confess the truth.

I’m not crazy enough to do that.

And I can’t bear to hurt him.

What if you also told him… that I’ve been observing you for days from that tree?

Unlike other women here, you weren’t elusive.

You didn’t hesitate to exchange smiles with me.

On the day you approached me,

tapped my shoulder,

and caught me with my pants down,

we had no inhibitions.

Are you being sentimental?

I’m getting horny again.

No. Get dressed.

Whenever I think of what we did, I couldn’t believe it.

Were we really that daring, or were we just passionate?

We were so near your hut.

He could have come out any minute and caught us.

He was bedridden for a number of weeks.

He could not even lift his head from the bed.

I thought he would die just like the other victims of the epidemic.

You don’t know how seeing you, standing by that tree,

gave me so much comfort.

You had a very kind smile.

I had no relatives,

no friends.

It took a stranger like you to help me take care of Nardo.

I kept an eye out for you every day.

Every day, I waited for you to smile at me.

What if he had peeked from the window?

What if he heard us moan?

I thought about that too.

What if he’s just pretending

and he’s just waiting for a chance to carry out his revenge?

But then again, what’s there to be afraid of?

Your husband doesn’t have balls.

If he was planning something against us, he would have done it a long time ago.

I told you, let me make the first move.

Let me kill your husband.

No one will ask.

I will just tell my superiors that I found out he’s a rebel.

He put up a fight, but I was able to defend myself.

No one will suspect a thing.

But you wouldn’t listen.

You speak as if we’re about to kill a rat.

He is still my husband.

Forget your history.

Often, memories pull us back and make us weak.

Don’t let your feelings get the best of you.

Of what value are memories if he doesn’t make you happy?

Just say yes.

I will aim for his temple, and it will be over in five seconds.

You’re something else.

When Nardo’s around, you have me believing that you are his true friend.

If he only knew the truth.

Both of us are just deceiving him.

Does your charade include pretending to be a good soldier?

Are you really different from the rest?

Do you really sympathize with us when we suffer under the military?

Or are you just like them?

You know you’re the only reason I am here.

To use my body.

I know that.

But what about Nardo, is he your friend or foe?

He’s my rival.

What are you saying?

I want to know if you have a conscience.

Nardo allowed you inside our home.

Even when we have very little to eat, he doesn’t hesitate to share it with you.

He considered you his friend.

Yet here you are, having sex with his wife.

And now, you’re convincing me that we should kill him.

What kind of a person are you?

Did I give up my husband for a monster?

Is that how you really see me?

Don’t you know me by now?

I am only doing this for you,

because I want you to be mine.

I don’t want to share you with anyone.

My poor husband.

If he only knew how you manipulated everything to get his trust.

Until now, he really believes that

you rescued us just in time from the soldiers who were harassing me.

Little does he know that you planned everything.

You talked your fellow soldiers into assaulting me and beating up Nardo.

When he could no longer defend me, that’s when you came to our rescue.

Why are you bringing this up now?

You also wanted that, didn’t you?

We wanted Nardo to be so grateful to me

that I could visit you here without him suspecting a thing.

Is Nardo your only target?

Or are you trying to fool me too?

What are you saying?

Could the rumors be true?

They say you suspect us of being rebels,

and this is your way of keeping tabs on us.

In all of this, you did not only win Nardo’s trust,

but mine as well.

I really believed that I was the reason for your visits.

But what do I know? Maybe this is all a charade.

If I really suspected you,

I wouldn’t have wasted my time.

I would have had you imprisoned along with Samuel.

Why should I beat around the bush?

It’s no secret that until now, you haven’t found the rebels’ camp.

Until now, soldiers are getting killed.

Your weapons are being stolen…

Your plans are being foiled.

You can get a lot of information if you will persevere.

With the way you talk, I can mistake you for a rebel.

No. That should be clear to you.

If this is all a sham,

if you think Nardo and I are members of the movement,

I am telling you now— your suspicions are wrong.

You will not achieve anything.

Wait.

What are you saying?

What’s making you say all these things?

Why?

I’ve fallen head over heels for you.

I don’t know if this is love or lust,

but I find myself longing for you.

And I am scared that perhaps, this is all a trap.

You strip away my doubts in a way that I’ve only experienced now.

You awaken the hidden beast in me.

And it’s not important whether this is right or wrong,

because in your arms, what is shameful brings me happiness.

So if you are just pretending, tell me now, let’s end this.

Who’s there?

Nardo?

No one’s there.

This house is falling apart.

What time is it?

It's 6:30.

The moon is very bright.

Could this be the eclipse?

There's no one, Emma.

Emma!

Emma?

Emma.

Emma?

Looking for this?

- Where were you? Give it to me. - Stay where you are.

Is this a joke?

If you had to choose, which will you save?

This…

Or this?

Stop it.

If I shoot you here, it will crack your skull.

You’ll end up dead.

If I shoot you here, you’ll probably survive,

but your penis will be shattered.

What use is being a man if one has lost his manhood?

Would you rather die?

It depends.

Will you still love me even if I can’t give you pleasure?

You still have your fingers.

And who says I’m in love with you?

I thought you had already fallen for me?

It still doesn’t mean that I love you.

I’m not ready to give up everything for you.

Do you still doubt my intentions?

If you would listen to me, all your fears will be gone.

Let me kill Nardo, and we will find peace.

And then what?

We’ll live together in the barracks? Like we’re playing house?

Soon enough, you’ll tire of me.

You will dump me.

I still need Nardo. He gives me dignity.

You confuse me.

I’m not going to choose between the two of you,

even though I like you more.

It never crossed my mind that Nardo should be killed.

All I need is for you to be a faithful lover.

Nardo is a faithful husband,

so I will ask for your fidelity, too.

But as a lover?

What does being a faithful lover mean?

You should always want me, pleasure me.

And you can’t grow tired of me until I become tired of you.

In short,

you just want me for sex.

Don’t put yourself down.

You’re smart. I enjoy talking to you.

You make me laugh.

You’re not just for sex.

Gee, thanks.

As a faithful lover,

you will prove to me that you only want one thing, too.

And that is to have sex whenever we can.

No more, no less.

Prove that I am wrong to suspect that you are spying on me and Nardo,

and that you are using me in an elaborate scheme.

If this is true,

you are mistaken,

and I hate being deceived.

Face me, not as a solider, not as your ally… or foe.

Face me as your lover.

You are so complicated.

That’s why you like me more than the other women who swoon over you.

Isn’t it true?

I’m sure you’ve charmed a lot of women.

Most likely, you’ve charmed more women than enemies.

I have one question.

How could you give yourself to me repeatedly if you don’t trust me?

Is there any rhyme or reason for our actions in this hell?

We are all mad,

Just pretending to be sane.

I know why.

You are no longer happy with your husband.

It’s that simple.

How can you stand staying with him?

What if he’s also unhappy?

What if he is also suffering without my knowledge?

When Nardo got sick, I thought he was going to die.

I felt sad, but it also gave me hope.

I could begin again.

I could have a new life.

But, he got well.

Every day, everytime I look at Nardo,

all I can think of are the hardships we’ve been through…

the way our parents died in the midst of this war…

my miscarriage at the evacuation center.

At night, I didn’t want to lie beside him in bed.

I felt I was sleeping with all the tragedies of my life.

If that’s the case,

why are you hesitant about leaving him?

He committed no wrong.

He just happens to reflect my sadness.

Maybe he feels the same way about me.

I will never be at peace as long as he is around.

Emma.

I’m not content being your lover.

I want to marry you.

Screw you! Don’t play games with me.

Emma, wait.

Why won’t you believe me?

I’ve wanted to give you this for a long time.

Emma.

Why?

I like giving you gifts.

I want to see you happy.

That’s how a person is, when he’s in love.

Don’t you know that?

How did Nardo show his love for you?

I can’t accept that. What will Nardo think if he sees that?

Keep it.

When you’re ready to admit that you love me,

and you have the strength to leave Nardo, wear the bracelet.

Take it.

This is really for you.

I can’t get you out of my mind.

Last night, I couldn’t sleep. I waited for you all night.

Nardo had a headache again. I couldn’t leave him.

I had to stay with him,

What about later?

Can you make it?

Aren’t you on patrol?

I’ll take care of that.

Same time?

I’ll wait for you in front of the camp.

I’ll take photos of you naked.

Please say yes.

No! Are you out of your mind?

Aren’t you scared?

Of what?

More and more soldiers are being killed.

You shouldn’t have captured Samuel.

We crippled the rebels.

They lost a leader.

That’s a big loss for them.

Is that how success is measured in war?

Is the rank of the enemy more valuable than other people’s lives?

It doesn’t matter if children and their parents die from bombings,

as long as you find the rebel camp?

In a war, in order to achieve peace, sacrifices have to be made.

Why not sacrifice the lives of your leaders and their families?

How would they feel if it’s their loved ones that end up dead and mutilated?

War has been this way even before we were born.

True, it brings us no good. But what can we really do?

We can argue all night, but it won’t change things.

All we can do is fulfill our responsibilities.

I am a soldier.

There are orders that we have to follow, whether we want to or not.

Like killing people?

For our cause, yes.

And what about me?

What are my responsibilities as a woman?

Your only responsibility to me is to learn to love me.

You need to decide what I am to you.

What if you need to relocate?

Are you leaving with Nardo?

What if they send us back to Manila?

We may never see each other again.

You need to choose between the two of us before it’s too late.

Is that your husband?

Samuel!

Nardo! What happened to you?

I was fetching water when I noticed a body floating in the well.

I hailed a group of soldiers patrolling the area. We hauled the body out.

It was one of your fellow soldiers, Joel.

He was stabbed and then thrown into the well.

Go inside. Close the door. Don’t go out.

I have to go.

Be careful.

Tell me the truth.

I didn’t kill that soldier, if that’s what you’re thinking.

Who did it? One of us?

No.

It was only Andres who came down from the mountain.

I spoke with him. He doesn’t know anything about that soldier’s death.

It was surprising.

This is the first time a soldier was killed by someone else, not us.

Then who?

You said so yourself, every refugee here is hiding a grudge.

Nothing's impossible.

Everyone is a suspect.

Was it Andres who cawed like a crow?

He needs more practice. Was it obvious?

Didn’t he use the sound of a gecko before?

Maybe he got tired of it.

I could punch that guy.

He should be careful. His stupidity will cause us trouble.

I'm hungry.

What did they say? Are they going to attack?

They’re still thinking about it.

What’s there to think about?

We’ve talked about this.

I’ve given them all the information I could get,

including the layout of the camp.

They just want to be certain.

Screw them! Why don’t they believe me?

We have to be sure that it’s Samuel they’re hiding in that underground prison.

I’m sure it’s him!

I sneak out to explore the military camp every time Joel takes me there for sex.

I even got to steal two grenades from the armory.

After a while, I noticed a heap of dry leaves near the armory.

I wondered why they never cleaned that part.

Then I thought: could they be hiding something?

I decided to investigate. Hidden under the leaves was a wooden door.

I tried to lift it open, but it was locked.

I’m guessing that it leads to an underground prison.

Precisely... you are just guessing. You’re not sure.

I heard someone moan.

I’m sure it was the voice of an old man.

You think it’s Samuel’s?

I know my father’s voice!

If only you were there to hear his cries for help…

He is in pain…

Try to understand our comrades.

They want to be certain before they can attack and rescue Samuel.

They are ready to sacrifice their lives for your father.

But what if they find no one there?

What if it’s really just an armory?

Our group is not as strong as it was before.

We have to choose our battles.

Invading the military is no joke.

It doesn’t have to be an all-out battle.

I have easy access to the military camp.

All I need are a few comrades to rescue my father.

Fine.

If you really think Samuel is there,

let’s appeal to our comrades.

And they’ll think about it again?

We are running out of time.

What if the trucks arrive tomorrow to relocate us again?

We have to leave before tomorrow.

What?

Those are our orders. They want us to go back to camp.

- Andres is waiting for us. - No. We can’t leave.

The movement needs us.

They already granted your request to extend our stay here.

But now it’s time to leave.

Who’s going to spy on the military?

Someone will take over.

They will continue spying on the military.

We’ve been here for so long, they will begin to suspect us.

I can’t leave my father.

He’s the reason why I volunteered for this mission.

I’m not leaving without him.

Our replacements will pick up where we left off.

They will look for your father.

I’m not going back to the mountain to just wait for news about my father.

Emma, listen to me.

If Samuel is found, for sure you will be part of the rescue team.

We, too, feel sad about what happened to your father.

But we must move on.

Joel will be waiting for me.

We agreed to meet tonight.

Does he still believe you?

You saw for yourself. He really thinks we are husband and wife.

But he’s getting suspicious.

He can't pinpoint it, but he knows we are hiding something.

He keeps an eye on us, just as we watch him.

We really need to leave this place.

I have him under control. Why don’t you believe me?

Did he touch you again?

What?

Why are you even asking?

That’s all he wants from me.

I should be used to it by now.

But this isn’t easy for me.

Here we go again.

Our comrades look up to you, being Samuel’s daughter.

We agreed that we'll spy on the military, pretend to be husband and wife…

But, Emma...

We never said…

- We never said-- - What? That I would let them screw me?

We give up everything for the movement.

We turn our backs on our families,

we changed our names, we sacrifice our dreams.

So why can’t I use my womanhood as a weapon in this war?

What if Joel liked men, and by seducing him you could conquer the military?

Wouldn’t you let him suck your dick?

Would you?

- No! - No? Why not?

Because you’re not gay? Because it’s immoral?

Is anything still immoral in this war?

Is it a bigger sin to use my pussy and my tits,

compared to all the violence around us?

When my father was captured, I swore to do everything for the movement.

Disguising as one of the war-torn refugees wasn’t enough.

I wanted to lure a soldier to fall into my trap.

I needed elaborate lies to enchant him.

Then I thought of masquerading as a lonely wife, unhappy with her husband.

And he, the soldier, will fulfill my carnal desires.

He will think that I was being unfaithful for him… that I was crazy for him.

Isn’t that every man’s weakness?

You will do everything for a woman who is willing…

To worship your cock.

Now...

He trusts me, believe me.

Don’t be too confident.

That soldier is not stupid.

How can he doubt me?

I feed him stories that he wants to hear.

I told him that I had fallen for him, and that I was close to being in love.

This way, he won’t think that I was only using him to gain access to their camp…

to get valuable information.

Earlier, I turned things around.

I pretended to accuse him of using me to keep an eye on us…

The fool was so confused. He said no and asked why I doubted his sincerity.

But haven’t you really fallen for him?

- I have not forgotten why I am here. - You didn’t answer the question.

What don’t you understand?

This is not about me, or what I feel, or how I let Joel have his way with me.

Everything I do, I do for my father, for the movement… This is how I fight.

Be careful.

Your toughest enemy is yourself.

If what you are saying goes against what you really feel,

that is the hardest battle to win.

- Are you doubting me? - I am worried for you.

When I agreed to go with you on this mission,

I promised everyone that I’d take care of you.

You are Samuel’s only child. Next to him, you are our people’s hope.

I don’t want to let all their sacrifices amount to nothing.

You have nothing to worry about. I can take care of myself.

Nardo...

I know you sacrificed a lot.

Even though Marie was pregnant with your first child,

you accepted this mission.

You have no idea how happy that made me.

We’re childhood friends. I feel safe with you.

If there’s anyone I trust with my life, it’s you.

Thank you.

We need to go.

We can’t stay here.

Where will Andres wait for us?

There, by the coconut grove.

Soldiers are keeping a tight watch.

And yet, our comrades manage to go past them.

If they catch us, I’ll use this grenade.

Don’t think that way.

We must prepare for the worst.

It’s nothing.

The soldiers are probably drinking again.

Perhaps in pretending to love Joel, you unintentionally fell for him.

Nardo, we’ve talked about this.

We’ve also been pretending to be husband and wife.

If you could fall for an enemy, why not a childhood friend?

We have a deeper bond.

We fight the same cause. We're on the same side.

What are you saying? You’re married.

As you said, is anything still immoral in this war?

I don’t care how many times that soldier used you.

I love you.

Anything can happen tonight. We might get caught.

I might never speak to you again.

You don’t know what I go through everytime you meet up with that soldier…

Everytime I smell his cigarettes on you…

everytime I catch you secretly glancing at one another.

There were several times when I wanted to kill him out of jealousy.

Whenever I think about what he does to you…

whenever I imagine you giving yourself to him…

I burn up with anger…

With envy!

Stop it, Nardo!

I’m sorry. I lost control.

Emma?

Nardo?

- What is he doing here? - I don't know.

I have a bad feeling about this.

If anything goes wrong, I will kill him.

- Hurry! - Emma?

Nardo?

Were you sleeping?

Just about.

I just came to give you this.

You weren’t able to fetch water. You might have nothing to drink.

You shouldn’t have bothered.

Don’t you know me by now?

I don’t want my friends to suffer.

Thanks.

Why do you both look stunned?

Shouldn’t you be on patrol?

Later.

Have you eaten?

I thought we would share the sardines that I gave you.

I wanted to save it for tomorrow.

Can you serve it now?

I can bring another can tomorrow.

I don’t think there’s food left at the camp.

I’ll heat the rice.

Are you watching the eclipse? It doesn’t happen often.

Take a seat.

Let’s play a game. Where are the cards?

Here.

Hearts or spades?

Whatever.

Spades for you, hearts for me.

What game is this?

You’ll find out.

By the way, we caught the person who killed all those soldiers.

Is he from here?

We’re not sure.

Where did you catch him?

He was hiding by the coconut grove.

Hearts or spades?

What game is that?

Spades for you.

- I don’t want spades. - You can’t choose.

Nardo has spades. A man and his wife should always be allies.

You know, I think that animal was not working alone.

It looked like he was waiting for someone.

How did you know he was the killer?

Was he caught in the act?

I could smell it.

What do you mean?

It’s like intuition.

Us, soldiers, can sense when a person is our enemy.

Sometimes, we make mistakes. But we still get to put things right.

You seem sure of this man.

Andres…

His name was Andres.

He was just standing there, and you arrested him?

Don’t you find it suspicious?

What was he doing at the coconut grove in the middle of curfew?

Maybe he was captivated by the moon.

You know what? That is possible.

- I was just kidding. - No, really.

Why not? There’s going to be an eclipse.

Maybe he forgot about the curfew because of the eclipse.

Did you take a peek outside?

The moon is so bright.

It’s captivating.

But he shouldn’t have attempted to escape.

Maybe he got scared of your armalite.

Aren’t you afraid?

Joel. Don’t make jokes like that.

I’m going to open the windows.

Good. It’s hot in here.

There’s something I want to show you.

Look. I’ve been working on it for a long time.

Teeth?

Thirty teeth strung together.

Souvenirs from my killings.

My friend Guevarra and I had a contest on who could collect the most teeth.

He beat me, he was ahead by one…

until tonight.

This one…

I got this from Andres,

right before I shot him.

Did you hear gunshots?

Now, Guevarra and I are even.

Bless his spirit!

This stinks! It smells as bad as your fart.

You’re no different from the others.

You’re a beast.

While begging for his life, Andres gave your names.

Are you still going to feign innocence? The show is over!

No!

- Nardo… forgive me. - Why did you save him?

I was just taken by surprise! I'm sorry!

You can’t blame her.

Nardo!

I gave her pleasure.

I also gifted her with a bracelet.

Actually, I just got that from the ruins of a place we bombed.

Women are easy once you find their weakness.

She said I awakened the beast in her.

And it didn’t matter whether it was right or wrong,

because her guilt brought her happiness. Isn’t that right, Emma?

You son of a bitch!

Emma.

Left, or right?

Which of the two sides of your heart would you choose?

Just choose a side, left or right?

Have pity on him.

Who do you want to save?

Maybe I’m the one you want dead?

Pull the trigger, Emma! Shoot him!

So?

You wasted everything we worked for!

All for an enemy? Come to your senses!

It’s too late. You’ve made a decision.

You son of a bitch!

Why are you mad at me? I gave you a choice.

You wanted Nardo to die.

You betrayed him for me willingly.

For the first time, you weren’t pretending.

Tell me. Why did you save me?

Why did you save me?

Tell me!

I love you.

Louder!

I love you!

Does it feel good to be a traitor?

I don’t love you, Emma.

I never did.

Who played whom?

Which of us is more intelligent?

You’ve forgotten that even the heart must choose a side.

Falling in love is a trap.

Tell me, Emma. Which side won?

What will you do with me?

Am I going to be part of your teeth collection?

I will keep you locked up like a bird in a cage.

Every night, you will sing to us in camp, especially when we feel horny.

We need you alive. We can get a lot of information from you.

What makes you so sure that I’ll talk?

Don’t be stubborn.

You’ll give in.

Just like your father did.

Isn’t Samuel your father?

Don’t tell me that you also got that from Andres too.

Don’t be stupid!

How could I get all the information from Andres?

I was one of Samuel’s guards.

He mentioned that he had a daughter.

The two of you look alike, and I have long suspected you and Nardo.

I took a chance and asked,

“Does she moan when her nipples are sucked?”

"Does she squirm with pleasure when her pussy is licked?”

Then I showed him your picture.

What picture?

Once, I took a picture of you naked while you were fast asleep.

And you showed it to him?

How the old man cried!

I asked, “is this your daughter… a whore?”

You’re lying! No matter what he saw, he wouldn’t say anything.

He’s not going to cry. He’s not going to betray me.

Samuel is brave.

But with electrocution, he didn’t stand a chance.

He revealed a lot of secrets whenever I electrocuted his balls.

You asshole!

Fine by me.

Have you known the truth about me and Nardo for a long time?

I’ve known for a few weeks now.

Why didn’t you arrest us then? Why'd you prolong this?

It’s just like a game of cards, Emma. It’s all about strategy.

Besides, you gave me pleasure.

Moments like this prove that I’m on the winning side.

Don’t move, or I’ll detonate this.

- Emma. - Get down on your knees!

- Emma, wait-- - Kneel!

Emma!

Kneel!

Emma, Emma wait.

Emma.

- Let’s talk about this. - Shut up!

Who’s on the winning side now?

- Let’s talk about this. - Shut up!

We’ve both said enough.

If you could choose, which would you save?

- Emma. - This…

- Or this? - Emma.

- Emma, let me explain. - Let me decide for you.

Let me explain, Emma!