21 Script | El Filibusterismo Kabanata

(Isagani closes the door. He stands stiffly.)

You sent for me, Señor Simoun?

(trembling but defiant) Then we will be different. We will be smarter. We will use the pen, not the sword. El Filibusterismo Kabanata 21 Script

Your servant said it was urgent. Something about… a commission?

(turning sharply) Then build me a bomb.

(cutting him off) Reforms are bandages on a corpse. Your “form” – the Filipino – is already dead. What walks around is a ghost. (He picks up the skull.) This was a man. He wrote petitions. He believed in justice. They killed him anyway.

No. I am the only sane man in this colony. The friars will never give you an academy. They will never let you think. But if one explosion rocks the river on a wedding night – a night when all the powerful are gathered – then they will listen. (Isagani closes the door

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