Mark: (shaking his head ) It's too late.
Mark is in front of Carla pointing the gun at her, clenching and unclenching his hands.
Carla closes her eyes, waiting to be shot. She can't move from being tied up.
Carla: (praying) Oh my God, Oh my God... help, please...
Mona: (screaming) KUYA! STOP!! ... Kuya...don't... !!
Suddenly, his cell phone rings. He sees who calls and without taking his eyes off Carla's face, takes a deep breath and answers the phone. .
Mark: Boss, (relieved)… yes, I have her.
After a short pause, Mark takes a picture of Carla and sends on his phone. He walks away, still talking to Mr Beltran..
Mark: .. okay boss... sure, no problem....
Carla is trying to listen but can't hear the rest of what Mark is saying. The sound of the ocean waves are getting louder and louder.
Later, Mark comes back to the room.
Carla looks at his poker face and the gun in his hand.
Carla: W-w-what are you going to do? Are you going to kill me?
Mark: ...yes...