Norte, the End of History (Norte, Hangganan ng Kasaysayan)

NORTE, THE END OF HISTORY

This is the new politics.

It's the new vision, the new ideology.

The 21st century politics.

That's still postmodernism.

That's just the genesis, but it's more than post-modernism.

How do you apply that, Fabian? A la anarchy?

No government. Absolute freedom of the individual.

That's old hat.

That's the ideal.

But it's more than that.

Truth is dead. So is meaning.

Death of truth, death of meaning. No more responsibility?

A different level of responsibility.

A different level of application. A different level of understanding.

What level is that?

It's beyond everything.

Define "everything".

The destruction of the myth of provenance.

Of origins.

Everything's kaput!

Wow.

Anti-anarchism.

Anti-existentialism.

Anti-God.

Anti-everything!

My God, Fabian, you're a reactionary.

Or maybe just a criminal.

- An instigator? - No.

You lack sleep, that's it. Like me.

No, you don't get me.

I don't lack sleep, okay? And I'm not joking.

The anarchist believes in volunteerism and cooperativism.

No force, no compulsion.

The existentialist is a free and responsible individual

whose genius comes from his own abilities.

- The godly. - No, wait, it's like this...

Okay.

It's basically instinct over intellect.

The only reason for being is the eradication of all elements

that is a distraction to morality.

Or the destruction of anything that is inimical to morality.

The distinction between right and wrong is clear.

But the wrong must be destroyed, which is absolute.

That perspective is immoral.

Very abstract.

Everything that is absolute is immoral.

What's absolute is the need to destroy what's wrong.

What's "wrong"?

There are levels of morality, Fabian.

And many arguments about the issue of morality.

Then be primal.

That's basic instinct. Common sense.

You know what is right from wrong.

What is essential. What is fundamental.

Let's not rely on what those stupid philosophers said.

Reason and logic are still important, Fabian.

Ethics.

Truth, or the pursuit of it, remains essential.

Your so-called post-truth is dangerous.

It's a return to the dark ages.

- Frightening. - Barbaric.

No, it's not. You're just confused.

You really confuse me.

- I need to sleep. - It's still early.

She hasn't slept.

A whole lot of paperwork's last night.

What's the problem, Fabian Viduya?

- I need to borrow money, sirs. - There you go!

- "Sir"? - Ma'am, Ma'am!

- I'm broke. - For a book. And my rent.

I'll pay you back.

- How much? - Three thousand.

You're a hardcore capitalist now.

- So? Capitalism is good. - Capitalism is evil.

Adam Smith won.

Karl Marx shall return. The fight's not over.

- Still hoping? Fuck them all. - Fuck you, too.

That's crazy.

Anyway, you're a good payer.

But your mind's messed up. Come back to Law School.

She's right, kid.

Come back to school.

Thanks for this.

Apparently this has been the discourse of the hungry.

You're just borrowing money!

I'll pay back.

Perry, get an ambulance, hurry!

- What happened to her? - So unfortunate.

- I think she's already dead. - She's dead?

- Wasn't she with somebody? - Ambulance is coming.

- What happened to her? - Did she have company?

Little Sister, get him from her arms.

She might be tired already.

Get down now, JR.

Merry Christmas to you, too.

Careful, please.

Good grief!

Don't force it!

Here we go.

Stop. Here.

- Beer. - Let's go.

Beer.

I'm sick of this thing.

Fuck you!

"I'm sorry, the subscriber you're trying to reach"

"is out of coverage area."

"Message sending failed."

Why did you throw your phone away? How will we reach you now?

Uh, I don't know. We'll see.

- You're a fool, Fabian. - Fuck up, isn't it?

- Let's go there, guys. - Freedom!

- Let's go! - You're such a wretch.

- Rizal was right. - Why do you say that?

When he said that the youth was the hope of the nation.

When he starts to age, that's it. He's gonna make a turn-around.

That's us, Filipinos.

As youths, we want to do so much. We're capable of so much.

But when you reach the age of 30, 40, that's it.

- Everything's turned upside down. - That's why he died young.

No.

He became great because he died young.

Look at Bonifacio, Jacinto.

- EdJop! - EdJop, right!

They did what they needed to do, and then they died.

If you outlive your prime, fuck.

Your wretchedness will catch up on you.

Look at Aguinaldo.

Marcos. Who else?

Joseph Estrada. Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo.

They were blinded by long life.

That's the curse of Philippine History.

And the oldies do not have any other preoccupation

except cleaning up the mess that they made.

The fucking revisionists.

They're forcing that Aguinaldo is a hero.

Ad infinitum. Ad nauseum.

They're claiming that Bonifacio and Luna are traitors.

It's nauseating how they revise history like that.

What's disgusting is how the nation is mum about it.

And the silence of the so-called historians.

The intellectuals, academicians, artists.

Fuck, you're all part of that.

And how about you, Fabian?

Have you done anything to fight their revisionist shit?

You just threw away your phone!

Haven't you wondered why up to now, it's the 21st century, man,

Aguinaldo's still not been charged with killing Bonifacio and Luna?

In law school, all we did was memorized laws,

discourse about justice,

but we can't face the biggest crime and truth about our history!

That's right. At some point in our country's fucked-up history,

it needs to be resolved.

At this point, that's difficult to resolve.

For what?

We are at that point where no one owns history anymore.

We make up our own histories.

- What now? - Right.

Fuck jurisprudence.

Fuck jurisprudence!

Why are we still studying law?

Are we just going to leave it like that?

What's the point?

Where's the pursuit of truth and justice?

- Hey, hey. - What?

Pursuit of truth and justice?

According to Professors Moira and Perry,

you said that truth and justice are dead.

What are you saying now?

Nothing.

No. I was just playing with them.

Our professors have become so complacent.

Deus ex machina.

That's needed in Aguinaldo's plot to kill Bonifacio and Luna.

- And why, sir, may I ask? - Listen.

It's like a commercial film.

Divine intervention. Happy ending.

Bonifacio, Luna, and Aguinaldo share one mother.

At the end, an old woman will descend from the clouds,

with matching long hair, long gown, and maybe long teeth.

She's wearing all white.

And she'll say, "Bonifacio and Luna, my children."

"Forgive your brother, Aguinaldo."

"He's just too jealous, too stupid."

"He can't even read in Spanish."

"But he's handsome, right?"

Don't sweat it, dear friends. Why torture yourselves?

I almost cried, Ferdie, you bastard!

You should have just been a film director.

I'm not kidding. That's how our culture is, right?

We leave it all up to God.

To divine justice.

- Oh, well, let's drink to that! - Amen to that!

Jurisprudence, Edgar. Deus ex mod.

- Go ahead. - Get some beer.

Do you know how to drive? You drunk?

- Okay, I'll go ahead. - Take care.

Thank you. Thank you.

- So... - So?

- Dura lex, sed lex. - Fuck you!