Metro Manila Page #2

But I don't like brats,

this is no playground.

- Thank you, ma'am.

- Okay.

Let's continue.

All the girls here are clean.

So you'll have

to consult with this doctor.

Charlie:

Go to this man.

Charlie:

Dr. Catacutan.

Show him my signature.

Sooner the better, OK?

After you get the result,

come back to me, I'll give you a costume.

And by the way...

Remember, all of it will be

deducted from your first pay.

Show us your arm.

Spears.

Ninth Division.

- Of what year?

- 1989.

Were you really at the service,

or just like them,

those idiots getting tattooed,

thinking I wouldn't know.

I spent four years

in the infantry.

And then?

Then I worked

in a clothing factory,

which closed down. So my family

went up to the Banaue province.

You're a farmer?

- Yes, sir.

- (men laugh)

Just like in a comedy, eh?

So what's your name, farmer?

Oscar Ramirez, sir.

You got a license?

Well, what the hell.

You can buy a fake one.

Actually I have no license at all.

I like this guy...

Oca, I like you because

you're not a liar.

Okay, I'll tell you

what your job is.

You'll be driving for the

Manila Armored Courier.

We'll be transporting money

and other valuables.

In armored trucks

with automatic weapons.

For only 500 pesos per day.

Quite small for such a risky job.

So?

Are you still interested?

That's a handsome

amount for my family.

This is just

the preliminary inquiry.

Helps us to discard

suspicious candidates.

Real interview is tomorrow,

at the main office

with our Captain.

How I can trust a former farmer

who only served once.

Why would you commit yourself to one

of the riskiest jobs in Metro Manila?

- Well, my daughter's tooth is aching.

- (men laugh)

Okay, okay...

(laughs)

I like you.

Here.

Fill this out,

and...

...come back tomorrow.

- Okay?

- Tomorrow, sir?

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

I got a job where I can earn some.

Where?

In a bar.

What sort of bar?

A bar, where the girls dance.

We don't have money.

We have no food.

We have nothing.

I'm sorry, Mai.

It's not your fault.

You know, sometimes...

we need to do desperate things

to survive.

We just need to have faith in God.

And I believe He

will not abandon us.

Someday...

I know we'll get

out of this situation.

How do I look?

My husband is handsome.

(giggles)

(indistinct dialogue)

You're late.

In this work, do you know what

it means to be on time?

You should arrive 15 minutes early.

I'm sorry, sir.

No need to apologize.

What are you wearing, Oca?

You look like a tramp.

- Maybe it was not a good idea.

- Indeed it is.

Come.

Follow me.

Wash your face there.

Farmer,

you give me good vibes.

Don't make me regret it.

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