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BOMBÍN, CONSIDERED THE FIRST GRAPHIC NOVEL HERO IN EUROPE.

BY FAMOUS BELGIAN CARTOONIST MONSIEUR BICKLE,

"BOMBÍN AND HIS EXPLOITS" WAS FIRST PUBLISHED IN APRIL 1922

IN THE BRUSSELS NEWSPAPER LA RÉPUBLIQUE,

BECOMING A GLOBAL PHENOMENON UNTIL 1946,

WHEN THE NEWSPAPER CLOSED ITS DOORS

DUE TO THE POST-WAR ECONOMIC CRISIS.

HIS CHARACTERISTIC STOICAL COUNTENANCE IN THE FACE OF FEAR,

HIS CASUAL FRIENDSHIPS WITH ANY ANIMAL THAT CROSSED HIS PATH

IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS ADVENTURES,

AND HIS INSEPARABLE BOWLER HAT LEFT THEIR MARK

ON AN ENTIRE GENERATION FOREVER.

ITS AUTHOR, BICKLE, DIED MYSTERIOUSLY

WHEN HE AND HIS FRIEND, A MERCHANT SEAMAN,

SET OUT ON HIS SAILBOAT TO CROSS THE ATLANTIC

AND REACH "THE END OF THE WORLD": USHUAIA, ARGENTINA.

THEIR REMAINS WERE NEVER FOUND.

THE ADVENTURES OF THIS COMIC BOOK HERO

HAVE BECOME A TREASURED POSSESSION

FOR HIS TIRELESS FANS AROUND THE WORLD.

Life is beautiful.

At least, it should be.

Without elevation,

without curiosity,

and without courage

life is just waiting.

A tedious and unbearable wait.

Hello, Juan. I'm sorry.

There's nothing more to do.

Your whole body is compromised.

I understand.

Come see me when you can.

Don't waste time.

BOMBIN AGAINST THE ATOMIC BOMB

THE SECRET AT THE END OF THE WORLD

BOMBIN VS. THE MURDEROUS THERAPIST

BOMBIN AGAINST THE ATOMIC BOMB

BOMBIN AGAINST THE ATOMIC BOMB

"BETWEEN FEAR AND NOTHINGNESS" UNKNOWN AUTHOR

MELVILLE BOOKSTORE BRUSSELS, BELGIUM

DEATH OF A COMEDIAN

At some point it was going to be my turn.

It comes for us all...

Right?

Who are you saving today, Scorpion?

Come on, Scorpion.

What's your disguise in the last episode?

ASSISTANT

Juan, two things.

First, in today's interview as a tribute to comics,

they might ask you something personal. Nothing--

And second, they agreed on the series finale you wanted.

Disguised as a rabbi, the wounded Scorpion escapes on a scooter.

And, as you wanted, it won't be filmed in a set but in--

The symbol of our country's urban hero.

Ladies and gentlemen, with us,

the "The scorpion of justice".

Having the "Scorpion of justice" in front of me is amazing.

Well, in front of all of us.

It's so exciting.

It's so exciting being so close to Debré.

Such a daring, brave man.

How nice and how exciting for the fans

of the "Scorpion of Justice" series

to have you here today with all of us.

There's something I have always wanted to ask you.

Most actors say that they became actors

to overcome a great shyness they had since childhood.

In your case, why did you become an actor?

Because they say you are quite shy.

And they say shy people are the worst.

You must surely know why.

Why what?

Juan, I just asked.

Why did you want to become an actor as a kid?

Because of Bombín.

Bombín?

The one with the deadpan look?

Why is that?

He acts as if fear doesn't affect him.

He is so cute, don't you think?

Out of all the muscular, powerful superheroes,

you choose Bombín?

You're so cute.

Honestly, didn't anyone ever tell you?

And in real life?

Debré?

In real life?

In real life.

What would it take for you

to put yourself at risk and help a fellow man?

Or why would you put yourself at risk?

The TV host was asking me

the only question I wanted answered before leaving.

What is this? Why are you giving me this?

Nothing I do, I do for money.

Least of all, putting myself at risk.

For the...

For what?

For the dentist.

Bravo!

Bravo!

Go, Scorpion!

Will it be in the water...

Where I sprout?

Floating.

Without gravity.

Everyone get ready! Positions, please!

They've been waiting for five minutes. Come on. What's with you?

Come on! We need to focus!

- A photo? One more, just in case. - For this shot, we need to focus.

Thanks!

Attention! This is the final Scorpion's escape!

-Clean? -As my soul! Go Scorpion!

Everyone in position please!

-Juan, more weight for the bag? -No, it's fine.

Good luck, Scorpion!

Patrol cars in position.

Here's the keys. We tested it. It's working.

You flee because you have to fulfill your duty.

Go up. They will be waiting so you can flee the country.

Come here, Juan. Here's your mark.

When I say "action",

you'll hear gunshots, voices and then you start your lines.

Scorpion, you flee on the motorcycle, okay?

-Are we ready? -Yes.

Let's do it.

-Silence! -Quiet on set!

-Ready? -Quiet on set!

-Quiet on set! -Camera!

Quiet on set!

You know what?

-Sound? -Rolling!

You are a great woman and a great actress.

Camera. Rolling.

What?

The Scorpion, scene 53, take 2, roll 1!

Action!

The patrol cars are here.

Climb up. Your freedom is there.

And the chance to continue saving thousands of lives.

-And you, Scorpion? -Me?

I'll leave on the bike. That will distract them.

Everyone, take your positions.

We know it's you, Scorpion!

Get the gunshots ready.

Shoot the rabbi!

The rabbi!

Faster, Juan.

You've been shot!

React! You got shot!

Cut!

Juan! Cut!

One more take, Juan! Come back!

Stop!

Stop, Juan!

You were lucky with the waiting list today.

Documents, please.

It's you!

Are you in one of your night missions?

-Belgium. -Brussels.

Bags?

-Nothing? -Nothing.

-Just your disguise. -Exactly.

I don't need anything that fits in a bag.

I understand.

Safe travels, then.

It's that way.

If you need anything.

What do I do?

You'll hear from me soon.

Next.

Nice sky.

Brussels.

Regularization!

REGULARIZATION NOW

NO ONE IS ILLEGAL

Here is where Bombín was born.

The hero that marked my life since childhood.

I was in the promised land.

-What are you doing here? -Sorry, he just arrived in Brussels.

He wished to go to the center of the center.

You know the rules.

No parking in the middle of the Grand Place.

-I know, sir. I know. -Step out of the vehicle.

Damn it.

-Sir, I-- -Step out of the vehicle, stop talking.

Stop the vehicle and please leave immediately.

-Stop talking and leave right now. -I wanted to please my client.

-You stop talking and you leave now. -Yes, sir.

Immediately!

-Safe travels, my friend. -Thank you, Bob.

The world capital of comics.

The Old Continent.

Listen, sir. I'm an undocumented immigrant.

But I've been living here for 20 years. I work, I pay my taxes.

I don't see why I'm not Belgian.

But, sir, listen to me. It's what I'm saying.

I've been working in this country for the last 20 years.

I know. It's a democracy.

There are times and times.

It's not my fault if you can't...

What the fuck?

IMMIGRANTS ON ALERT

What are you doing here, Scorpion?

Just wandering around.

I want to go here.

Yes.

I walk past there every day.

It's in Les Marolles, a neighborhood of immigrants.

I live around there.

It's one of Brussels oldest bookstores.

The owner is an old merchant sailor of German descent.

They say he's the greatest expert on the Bombín character

on the entire planet. Who knows?

Tourists take it very seriously.

-Do you know how to get there? -Yes, here.

Look, we're here.

You go out and, on your right, you need to take tram seven.

You get off at the "Le Petit Sablon" stop

and it will be 164ft to your left.

-Which stop was it? -Le Petit Sablon.

-Petit. -Petit.

-Yes. -Well, very good.

How much do I owe you?

It's my pleasure. For the Scorpion, it's on the house.

Thank you very much.

What do you mean? If I have any problems, I will call you.

Don't hesitate to do so.

I felt in a state of grace.

And in a state of grace,

coincidences abound.

That's it, come on guys!

What's going on here?

-What's this circus? -What do you want?

-What do I want? What? -Where did you find these animals?

-Your satanic animals? -Why are you getting up?

This woman is crazy! What's wrong with you?

Do you want to fight? What? Are you gonna hit me?

She is crazy! Are you mental or what?

She wants to fight. Do you want to fight?

Sit down. I'll tell you before I hit you. Are you mental?

Old hag, you are unwell!

What's going on?

Sit down!

Is he lost?

Are you lost or what?

Are you crazy? What came over you?

What are you sick or something?

Who are you? What are you doing?

I'm asking you something!

-Hey, come on. -Lena, let's go.

Shit.

Bitch, you are sick. You're crazy! How could you do this?

You better run, you piece of shit.

I've had it with these racist people! I'm sick of them!

What? What is it?

Cuban from all Cuba.

Cuba breathes through my lungs.

-Hello to all Cuba, then. -Hello.

For you.

Hello.

Thank you, darling. Where do you want to go?

You're welcome, Bonnie. It's marked. There.

You have one more stop left.

Bombín? The comic with the deadpan look?

By Travis Bickle. Yes.

BETWEEN FEAR AND NOTHINGNESS

Is it too long?

John.

THE SEVEN GEMS OF DESTINY

BOMBÍN IN THE LAND OF THE NIGHTINGALE

BOMBIN AND ME

This way please, follow the books!

You're dressed up.

It's appropriate for the occasion.

Very good.

Take a seat.

There are no seats here.

Then don't take anything.

-How did you find out about the book? -I explained it to you over the phone.

Yes, of course.

You said when you were young you read a report on Bickel

that said that when he created Bombin,

Bombín for you,

he was inspired by the autobiographical novel

of a Belgian soldier who, after fighting in World War I,

became a journalist.

Exactly.

But how did you get here?

By motorcycle, by plane, a taxi, a tram

and finally, walking.

By the beard of the prophet!

I'm asking how you found out that this book

was here, in my bookstore.

Right. I read about it some time ago.

It appeared in an auction lot in this book store.

They say this book taught him to have no fear.

The money.

You are young.

Keep Bombín's flame alive.

BETWEEN FEAR AND NOTHINGNESS

Thank you.

Wait.

Where are you staying?

We're not staying anywhere.

Go to this hotel.

The Manager, Monsieur Doyle, also speaks Spanish.

And he is very hospitable to people like you.

Now you can leave.

"Courage and eternity."

"The new man."

"The mind of the future."

"The end of fear."

"Tutankhamun". Beautiful sativa.

"In the harsh winter of 1915,

my body underwent a complete transformation.

I left the military

and devoted myself to speaking to the world

without prejudice and with a desire for justice.

What was the excuse? Becoming a journalist.

What was the goal? To do the some good."

"Science has proven that a calm mind

is 50 times more capable and effective with higher brain functions

than a mind in a state of panic.

It's 50 times more intelligent, and 50 times more powerful."

Attention, all units.

We need your help getting Lena off that table over there.

Why?

Trust us.

I trust you.

Sir, stop there!

-Excuse me, good evening. -Good evening.

"Without fear of death, eternity is within your grasp.

You float alone, in virtue,

in the quality of the present,

in the unique strength of action."

THE CASTLE HOTEL

Good evening.

Good night.

Very good night.

Mr. Doyle?

Excuse me?

-Who's asking? -Me.

And you are?

Juan.

I have been expecting you.

-How's it going? -Good. And you?

Excellent.

-One night. -Only one?

Just me or just one night?

I don't understand.

One night. Maybe two.

Fill in this form, Juan.

Real name?

The name you want.

If you pay upfront, you don't have to provide a last name.

I understand.

Journalist.

A curious man. And an anonymous one.

I have a lot of work to do.

Many messages to answer. A lot of issues to solve.

Many questions.

Short answers.

Top secret.

It's very challenging, but very, very interesting.

Very interesting.

-Is that all? -Yes.

Room two.

Thank you.

Is there a pool?

Last floor, it's climate-controlled.

Good night.

Good night, Mr. Doyle.

We are here with Amal y Bonnie at the Monde Alpha bar.

Come.

I'll be waiting.

There is just one world

That's the only truth, Lord

There is just one world

That's the only truth, Lord

If you step on other lands

Stealing everything it can provide

Leaving behind you despoil and misery

Which one is your border?

Which one is your border?

-John. -Yes.

Just John?

I've always been called that.

No last name?

I have forgotten it.

You are sad.

I'm afraid.

Without curiosity.

UNITE STAY TOGETHER

Without courage.

I wanted to say goodnight.

You're leaving already?

Brave men don't leave on a night like this.

-Amal and Bonnie already left. -Yes.

Having fun is a good antidote against fear.

I thought I heard something.

Those pills you took will definitely make you hear things.

-Goodnight. -Goodnight, madam.

There was a clear difference

between how I felt and how I looked.

-Goodnight. -Goodnight.

-What's that? -You.

Kissing the mysterious Grim Reaper.

She was one of the Invincibles.

-Beautiful. -Beautiful.

Do you like women?

I like people.

What's that?

You, now.

Are you married?

I lost her a long time ago.

-And you? -No.

I wouldn't get married even if I was on drugs.

Do you have children?

Yes, a daughter who lives in Africa.

I haven't seen her in so long that she must have forgotten my face.

Your face?

No. Impossible.

It's unforgettable.

Parents?

Adoptive.

They died in an accident a long time ago.

I never knew anything about my parents...

Biologic?

-Biological parents? -Right.

And why are you crying so much these days?

I received some news.

I have a serious illness.

In six or seven months, I will cease to exist.

I'm sorry.

It's nothing serious. It's the end of a cycle.

Just a dispersion of molecules.

Can I kiss you

they way you kissed the mysterious Grim Reaper

of the Invincibles?

And what do I get in return?

What could I possibly offer you?

I want to...

Done.

Have you finished it?

Almost.

The author...

He talks about a physical and mental transformation.

It affected his whole body

after witnessing the massacre of his entire family

during a bombing.

From that moment on,

during that transformation, so he says,

he completely lost the feeling of fear.

And he devoted himself to doing good without measuring the consequences.

He became a journalist and he traveled the world

taking part of whatever just cause he came across.

And you?

Why are you afraid?

It's not good for you to know the reason.

It's a just cause,

but it sparks a lot of interest, and there's money involved.

If we succeed, we will do good for many people.

I NEEDED YOUR BOOK. DON'T GET MAD, DON'T FORGET ME. LENA

Monsieur Doyle called in a meeting at his office.

It's urgent.

He says it may be of great interest to you.

What's more, he even says it's an urgent matter.

I don't understand how you can help me.

Name?

Mine?

What did you say?

What is my name?

I know your name.

-So? -Her name. The woman.

Lena.

She must be very important to you.

You seemed desperate when you left earlier this morning.

You seemed worried and afraid.

Was it because of her?

Fear tightens you up.

It consumes, shrinks, postpones.

That book was very expensive. Did you read it carefully?

During the four or five hours that you were outside,

doing God knows what,

we conducted a private investigation.

A top secret one, I mean.

One of the cameras shows Mrs. Lena

leaving the hotel at 10:00 a.m.

The camera also shows

a taxi cab picking her up five minutes later.

Where did she go?

Don't be anxious.

That's not good.

The camera shows, upon inspecting the license plate,

that the cab was driven by Mr. Steve Joyce.

This Jamaican driver has been working with us for a long time.

I know him.

He took me from the airport to the center.

That's good.

What's more, that would be considered a true coincidence.

A magical step of fate.

Anyway, Joyce who told us that Lena asked him to take her

to a luxury women's clothes store, and asked him to wait for her.

Steve also told us that she returned holding two bags of clothes.

She asked him to take to her home

in this neighborhood.

No one who lives in this place would buy clothes from this store.

And what is her exact address?

When I entered her apartment this afternoon--

You broke into her apartment?

I broke in

and Mrs. Lena had taken all her belongings.

That is to say that, from this moment on, we lost contact.

We don't know where she could have gone.

I understand.

But why are you helping me?

It's a kind of brotherhood.

I know where Lena may have gone.

Yamir!

Yamir!

Cervet has been mugged!

-Let's go. -It was the redhead!

-Where is the girl? -Come on, let's go.

Don't let anybody into the hotel.

That car!

Let everyone know! Surveil the area!

Come on, get out of the car, come on!

Get out of the car, now!

Steady!

The woman! Where is she?

-I don't know! -Speak, where is she?

Move!

Get out of the car!

Let's go.

-What are you doing here? -They captured Yamir.

He's hurt but he's still alive.

He didn't snitch, but with his phone, they found my house.

They are in the bar now. I came to warn you.

Open up!

-What's up? -I'll distract them.

- Come on, fools! -Bonnie, what are you doing?

Bonnie!

- Quick! -You stay here until it's over.

That way!

Search every room.

Leave that shit! Shut up! Stop singing!

- You will sing something else now. -No.

Hold this bitch!

What is your problem?

Where is your friend? Where?

Don't stop until I say so, John.

We're here at the Épique hotel,

and we have new information.

Official sources have just confirmed an attack

against a member of the delegation of MEP Le Blanc

in the room where he was staying.

The identity of the attacker is unknown

and the presentation of their law is suspended.

We will continue reporting...

You've known me for a day, and you've already saved my life.

I want to travel between fear and nothingness

before I leave.

Trust me.

The delivery place must be corrupt.

There's a password and a message for you.

You're a hero.

A real one.

One of those that keeps the world from bending.

Go!

There's your freedom

and the chance to keep on saving lives.

TUNNEL "THON" AN INDIAN WOMAN WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU.

PASSWORD: "NOW YOU CAN REST IN PEACE"

The next train to Lyon will arrive in ten minutes.

I've been informed that you...

have some information that you should not have.

If we have to do this...

Let's do it right now!

Your skull will explode like a watermelon.

You're a coward.

You and the guy upstairs will end up at the bottom of a canal.

You? You couldn't kill a bird if you tried.

You drop things all the time! You are clumsy.

Enough, calm down!

Stop fighting!

And you, stop bothering your brother.

We'll be home soon.

I can't repeat myself on an on.

Mom, he started it!

We took care of the one upstairs, too.

Now you can rest in peace.

Get on the next tram.

The fear of death

is the loneliest idea I know.

It's as bleak as the idea of birth.

The difference is we don't think about birth.

Instead, death chases us mercilessly all our lives.

Although I admit that that same idea leads us to search on and on,

not knowing exactly what to search for.

We just search.

Like a muffled cry in the starriest night.

I think I'm going to leave a little earlier than I thought.

Did you find her?

Whom?

Mrs. Lena.

Right. I did.

Yes, everything worked out.

It was a magical night.

So, you're a comedian in Argentina?

Now.

Life is beautiful.

Beautiful and magical.

Although perhaps also...

too short to recognize it.