The Write One

This is the first time I'm going to say this.

My real name is Joycelyn Trinidad.

I'll let you know

once the magazine publishes your shoot and interview, Savana.

I mean, Joyce.

Via, thank you so much.

Do we have a problem, Via?

You tell me.

Is there something I need to worry about?

What did you do?

Who did you tell your real name to?

I only told one person, Mommy.

How convenient is it that after I told you my real name,

the Girl with Periwinkle Hair came out with a video

and even dragged my father into it.

My whole life is now out in the open.

I admired what you did.

I have no control over the minds of people

who give malice to what you confessed, okay?

I'm sorry, Via.

I just can't bear all the bashing.

Get out of my office.

Because of the recent issue about Savana,

we decided to pull her out from Josh's movie.

Remove me from the project, but retain Joyce.

Joyce will stay in the film if you return to Casa Fuerte.

Mr. Trinidad, we only want to hear your side.

Does Edmond Trinidad live here?

Savana's father? Yes, he lives here.

Mr. Trinidad, we only want to make it clear.

Savana, I mean, Joyce, is now in the hot seat.

Did she hide her real identity because she's ashamed of you?

She's a bad woman!

Savana's here!

Her name's Joyce!

She's here. Take a video.

Leave her alone!

Leeches!

Please stop.

That's enough. Talk to me.

Mr. Trinidad, just give us something.

Is it true, Savana, that you changed your name?

I thought about it carefully before I did it.

When I confess my real name,

I know a lot will be revealed about my life.

And I accept all that.

I accept that a lot of you will be disappointed.

I accept that a lot will turn their backs.

But I'm begging you. Talk to me instead.

Keep my loved ones out of it, especially my father.

Because I love him so much.

My dad and I are doing fine.

I'm begging you, don't drag my family into this.

I can afford to lose everything except my loved ones.

-Oh, come on. -That's just drama.

She's just being defensive.

-Should we believe that? -Is it true?

-Do you believe it? -We won't believe it!

Mr. Trinidad, please give a short statement.

Get out of my property!

-Mommy! -Get out of here!

The show is over!

It's over! Get lost!

-Joanne. -Get lost!

Get out of here!

Sorry, Auntie.

-Mom? -It's okay.

Son? We're here in the kitchen.

Via?

What happened?

Savana fought with Via.

Savana barged into her office

and accused her that she is the Girl with...

What's the color of her hair again?

Violet, purple...

Periwinkle!

That's it.

It was...

It was because of my interview with her.

She told me her real name, remember?

It was so easy for her to assume

that I was the one who revealed the issue of her family.

I didn't do anything like that.

She said I'm the online bully who does nothing good in life.

Via...

Via, I'm sorry if you got offended, but...

But what?

But maybe you should try...

putting yourself in her shoes.

I mean...

I know what she did was wrong.

But because of what she's going through...

maybe we should understand why she's careless.

Excuse me.

Auntie, thank you.

Dear...

-Thank you. -Via, my dear.

Via, wait.

Sorry, Liam.

I didn't know that problems have a hierarchy...

That Joyce is going through something worse,

than what she did to me?

My gosh.

Sorry for coming here.

I thought you would be on my side.

Mom...

Was I wrong?

Liam, it's not about being right or wrong.

Via is your girlfriend.

Liam, dear, listen to me.

This is the only time I will talk about this.

Son...

You know about everything I had been through because of your dad.

You know every pain I went through

because he couldn't stand by me.

Liam, son, don't be like Danilo.

Don't treat Via like how your dad treated me.

Now, if there's someone that matters more to you, Liam.

Son...

Man up.

Admit the truth...

to yourself...

and to the person you can possibly hurt.

My dear, please find out which network sent those reporters to Edmond's house.

Get me an appointment with them, please?

Okay, bye.

Dear, don't take this the wrong way.

But you need to listen to your mom.

I'm glad...

that you were able to tell the world who you really are.

Your real name, the life you had...

But it's true that...

I'm the one who did wrong.

And I can't bear it, Joyce...

if you and your mom will lose everything you worked hard for

Just because of me.

Dad...

Listen to your mom.

She won't do anything that can harm you.

And...

don't worry about me.

I can handle this.

Joyce...

I'm at this point in my life again...

that I have to make a big decision.

They want me back in Casa Fuerte...

Back to the life I thought I wanted.

You know what, Joyce?

Only one thing is clear.

That I should not do what I did with the typewriter.

I shouldn't be selfish.

Joyce, you should...

finish your dream project.

Maybe...

this is only right.

Because other people are getting hurt, too.

So even though I was so...

I was so happy...

to be with you again...

Even though I thought...

we could fulfill our dreams together.

Even if it's hard...

Who said it was easy?

You're already making it a habit.

You only come to me when you have a problem.

I don't come here to see you.

Her.

Would you rather talk to her than me?

Bro, life is an endless cycle of making choices.

Like the junk I scavenged.

Most of them are useless.

But it will surprise you...

because they can still be used.

See.

What if I tell you that...

this is not the life I chose?

What do you mean you didn't choose this?

Come on, Bro.

That is what's wrong in our society.

People suffer...

because decisions are made by people who...

won't own up to their mistakes.

Bro...

People need to learn how to take responsibility for their decisions.

I regret a lot of the decisions I made.

That's why I have this kind of life.

But I'm already here. What else can I do?

That's why I deal with it.

I endure it.

I stand by it.

Because I can't blame anyone but myself.

What was the wrong decision you made?

That's the problem. I can't remember anymore.

But, Bro, the important question is...

How about you?

What mistake you made should you face?

Mom?

Don't tell me you're going to confess something.

What are we doing in an orphanage?

Am I adopted?