El Filibusterismo | Kabanata 21 Script

No. But suffering does. For three centuries, you have been a form without substance – a Filipino face on a Spanish slave’s body.

(turning sharply) Then build me a bomb.

(turning back to his gems) No. I am what the friars made. And soon, they will see their masterpiece.

And love? Has love ever stopped a firing squad? (He walks to the window, opens it to the rain.) The rain will fall whether you are good or evil. The question is: will you build a dam, or will you drown? El Filibusterismo Kabanata 21 Script

He taught me that force begets only more force.

(laughs dryly) Cold. Like the Filipino’s heart, they say. But you, Isagani – you still believe it can burn?

A commission, yes. I need a poet’s eye. (He holds the ruby to the lamp.) What do you see? (turning sharply) Then build me a bomb

That is murder.

I believe in education, in progress. The students are organizing. We will ask for a Spanish language academy—

(without looking up) Yes. Close the door. The rain has a way of washing away good sense. And soon, they will see their masterpiece

(Silence. Isagani steps back.)

(End of article.)

(firmly) I will not help you. I would rather be a fool with a clean heart than a wise man with a grave.

A stone. Beautiful, but cold.