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NOBODY KNOWS ANYBODY

SEVILLE FRIDAY, APRIL 14TH, 2000

Give me a word, Toad.

Boredom.

It doesn't fit. Another.

What's the subject?

Holy Week.

Wow. How interesting.

Take note, I'll tell you something about Holy Week.

Let's see. What is Holy Week?

The commemoration of the death of a man

named Jesus Christ.

And in some areas, like the South of Spain,

it's become a lamentable spectacle.

Lamentable?

There's your first word.

-They'll fire me at the paper. -Good. You can start writing for real.

A lamentable spectacle

for...

-...fools. -Fools.

Underlining bad taste

and vulgarity,

marked by the absurd.

Absurd doesn't fit.

On this holiday, the Andalucian wears his best.

The navy blue suit,

that fine linen shirt

made from mantilla,

and of course,

the ornamental "peineta".

-"Peineta", backwards. -Not to mention the thousands

of repressed who pay

to dress up like KKK members,

generally known as "the hoods".

-Does "hoods" fit? -In singular form.

Let's see, what else...

The whole thing is definitively apish,

and virtually inescapable.

To make matters worse,

every year the same processions, same times, same places...

which makes the Holy Week

an intolerable bore.

And if that doesn't turn you on,

you can even go to a bullfight.

Although we recommend

taking a little trip...

-Shit! Tahiti. -Tahiti.

A place to flee from Sevillian idiosyncracies.

-How's that? -Too many blanks.

You can fix it up later.

Some illiterate will do it anyway.

-Thanks for the help. -You're welcome.

Your turn to wash up.

I'm going to give a master class.

See you later at Ariadna's?

I might drop by.

Nabokov said

to check one of his last novels.

Simon?

Arlequines.

Thanks, Father.

When can I read your novel?

When I can do a crossword oh my own.

When you stop being pompous.

-How's it going? -Fine.

Last week I threw six weeks of work in the trash.

I might just do crosswords from now on.

They aren't appreciated.

Yeah, Mass isn't either.

You won't be a priest.

-Hello

You won't quit, will you?

Writing may not be my thing.

What the fuck will you do?

-Crowsswords forever? -Why not?

It's a dead end.

You must believe in something. In God,

in literature, or in big tits.

In something. If not, you're lost.

And if you're lost, you'll believe

in anything.

Checkmate.

You scoundrel!

I'm off, I have a meeting.

Next week I might not make it.

-Give me a call. -Fine.

It's on the house.

Thanks.

-Take care. -Bye, Andrés.

-Are you going to the ceremony? -Sure.

Aren't you coming?

Come on, we haven't had fun in a while.

-I might go see my parents. -What a coincidence.

What are you doing now?

Going home.

Will you wait for me?

I might write a while.

As you wish.

But one of these days I might ask someone else.

How much?

Get lost.

VIRGIN OF THE FIVE AFFLICTIONS

Toad?

CLOSING DOCUMENT

AND FALL WITHOUT ANY HARM TO THEM

DELETE

CROSSWORDS

Hi. Leave a message after the beep.

This message is for Simon Cardenas.

Pay close attention to what I say.

In the crossword on Sunday the 16th,

which you will receive on Saturday,

the solution to number six across

will be the word "adversary".

We know your family lives on San Andrés Street de Madrid,

and that your flatmate, Jaime Bud,

teaches English at the Mudéjar Cafe.

Don't speak of this to anyone.

No police.

"Adversary",

six across. Sunday the 16th.

ADVERSARY 6H-D16

Sorry, man.

I lost my keys.

God, I hate those stairs.

How did you lose your keys?

No police.

"Adversary", six across.

Sunday the 16th.

Shit, they even know my last name.

It's a joke, right?

They must be sick to play a joke like that.

Then what?

Well? A sign?

What for?

I don't know.

Maybe it's just for the hell of it.

It could be harmless.

It could be anything.

It could even be the newspaper testing you.

Fuck, Toad.

Nice imagination.

It's a possibility. Look,

If whoever left the message is from Seville,

-you can relax. -Why?

Because they're ridiculous. It's a trick.

The city map here has the North on the left.

I'm making chocolate milk. Want some?

Yeah.

Where were you yesterday?

-Around. Wasting time. -Who with?

A girl I met in the Mudéjar.

You met her yesterday?

-Yeah. -Then she stole

your keys.

Maybe.

-She couldn't have come here. -Maybe she gave them to someone.

If they were so smart, they'd have returned them.

I can find her if you want.

Did you screw her?

She was cute, but I was tired...

You spent the night

-talking to her? -I was too tired to come home.

Listen, to tell the truth,

-I don't think she's involved. -Why?

Because the bitch was dumber than a shoe.

The last Holy Week of the milennium is about to begin.

Channel South will offer a live broadcast

of the processions.

An avalanche of people have arrived

from everywhere to attend this massive event.

The Tourist Office announced that

all the hotels in the city are booked.

Nevertheless, apartments are available

in private homes. On the principal avenues

seating has been built to observe

the processions.

These seats have been booked for months.

So we'll be joining all of you tomorrow at 5:00

with the first images of the week,

the Brotherhood of Salvation.

CHURCH OF SALVATION SUNDAY, APRIL 16TH 4:25 P.M.

Something's happening in the church.

SEEK SALVATION

Simón! The only one who

takes the paper seriously. What's up?

I need the ten days you owe me.

Ten days?

-Since summer. -Well,

if you say so.

Any news?

Someone was seen with nerve gas, but they thought he was a cleaner.

A tall guy, muscular, with a cap.

Gas?

Sarin. It was used years ago in the Tokyo attack.

That "Supreme Truth" guy. He may have followers here in Seville.

Ask Maria. She's preparing a report for Monday.

Are you Maria?

Yes.

Is there any more news about the attack?

NERVE GAS ATTACK IN TOKYO METRO KILLS 30

"SUPREME TRUTH" SECT WARNS OF MORE ATTACKS AROUND THE WORLD

BROTHERHOOD OF SALVATION ACCOUNTANT QUITS

JUAN HERNANDEZ NEW ACCOUNTANT

SECRET SECT ANNOUNCES END OF THE WORLD AT HOLY WEEK

STABBING VICTIM FOUND IN THE MAESTRANZA BULLRING

What's the connection?

Are you from another paper?

No. I do crosswords.

Are you Simon Cardenas?

Yes.

I love your crosswords. They're so...

-...literary. -Really?

What was your question?

What's the connection

-between this and today's attack? -I don't know yet.

But we can't rule it out. Look at this.

The media has decided not to report

the whole story. It could damage Holy Week.

The guy was stabbed in the heart with a crucifix.

I still don't see the connection.

I don't either.

But it's interesting.

Want to see the photos?

What brought you to Seville?

-Or who? -The newspaper.

But I'm all right here.

I think.

Weren't you at the Salvation?

-And you? -Me, what?

Why did you come to Seville?

The newspaper.

-Maria. -This is Simón, the crossword guy.

Roberto. My friends call me Capa. Come in.

You're saving the best ones.

I almost didn't go. I'm tired of taking pictures of processions.

I was lucky this time.

Have a look. It's fantastic.

Looking for something?

Simon?

No.

-Just curious. -Eventful afternoon, eh?

What about the victims?

-One died. -Who?

This guy.

The oldest in the brotherhood.

Apparently he was in poor health.

When your time's up,

that's it.

Right.

Here's the shot of the month.

Let me have it.

The police didn't let people in. But I got there first.

Isn't it great?

Maybe it's not that great.

Give me another.

No. And besides, I'm closing.

What were you going to tell me?

Nothing. I have nothing to say.

Come in back for a second.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Forget it.

Is it the novel?

No, it's not that.

Of course it is.

The blessed novel.

Come on, tell me. What's the problem?

Maybe I can help you.

Telling someone will definitely help.

Forget it, Ari.

You won't tell me?

Forget it!

It's no use.

You fucking son of a bitch!

You could have killed a lot of people.

So what?

How's the family drunk?

You were trashed last night.

I dragged you to bed and you didn't budge.

Have some juice.

Orange juice isn't good for a hangover.

Bullshit.

Go on, the vitamins will fade.

Get up, you'll miss the crossword.

This morning in Seville they arrested

various members of a milennium sect for presumed involvement

in yesterday's nerve gas attack.

We found detailed information about the "Supreme Truth",

evidence that months ago the same religious organization

that took over a local radio station to announce

various catastrophes during Holy Week.

I'm going to work. There's food in the fridge.

-You find out anything? -About what?

-Your keys. -They were in my other pants.

Do you think the attack had to do with

the answering machine?

If it was the sect, why call you?

It's all just a government ploy to calm people down.

It was the work of a loner.

Trust me, Simon. Forget all of it.

Do the crossword.

Go out and enjoy the most absurd processions in the world.

Stop knocking the Holy Week.

Whatever.

History will catch up with Seville.

ADVERSARY INCORRECT PASSWORD

My father was a good man.

Hard-working. Religious. Faithful to his brotherhood.

His greatest aspiration was to give penitance every year.

Of course, to reach a sufficient level of guilt,

he had to beat my mother and me.

Ask the Virgin's forgiveness

for looking like a toad.

Son, it's not wrong to be yourself

if it's God's will.

My mother finally died of contradictions,

but that was after my first communion.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

Unfortunately,

I survived the body of Christ.

And I was left alone

with my father.

It says he killed his father and made it look like an accident.

That was in 1984. He was about 15.

What about his parents?

Not much. I only know that they're dead.

His mother was English. He uses the English last name.

His father forced him to study economics.

Later he travelled a lot.

Any friends?

-He only sees his students. -You know any of them?

No.

Are you pulling my leg?

I just don't understand.

What about the crossword?

-I don't know. -Maybe it's a mistake.

A mistake?

Coincidence.

The whole thing seems made up.

-Maybe you saw a different sign. -It was the same.

How do you know? You only saw it for a second.

It's too coincidental.

I'll help you, but I get the exclusive.

Go to the archive tomorrow and check the pages

from 1984. Leave the rest to me.

Did you find anything else in his room?

Yeah.

This was written on the cover.

Maybe you know what it means.

I'll find out. Can I have it?

Excuse me. I have to make a call.

The Alamillo bridge,

designed by Santiago Calatrava,

is the only structure in Seville taller than the Giralda.

Out of respect for the historic tower,

they haven't built anything taller.

In this image taken from the Giralda

we see the dome of the Church of Salvation

majestically framed by the famous bridge behind.

Let's go.

Maria.

Can I sleep at your place?

As you can see, it's a mess.

Lots of books.

I've still got these to unwrap.

How are you?

I'll be fine in a little while.

I'm going to see Father Andrés.

If Toad's involved, there may be more attacks.

I thought Andrés could warn the other parishes.

Not a bad idea.

-How did you meet Toad? -An ad in the paper for a flatmate.

Shit, I don't know what I did

-to get to this point. -What could you do? You didn't know.

Exactly. I didn't know.

There must have been a sign

that my flatmate was Jack the Ripper.

-I didn't see it. -We're still not sure.

Yeah, but it's possible,

because I never really cared if Toad was happy or sad.

Or if he was lonely.

His presence was enough.

I often have the feeling

that I'm passing through my life without knowing it.

As if it were someone else.

As if it were all temporary. My home, my job...

even my feelings.

Temporary? Until when?

Until I reach my promising future.

As a writer.

Which will never happen. I have nothing to write.

I just remembered, I have something of yours.

It's a book of short stories with various authors.

Yeah, like the ones in hotels that put people to sleep.

-My greatest success. -Help me find it.

You're adorable.

What?

Guess who's going to read me a story.

CHURCH OF THE CAUTIVO TUESDAY, APRIL 18TH 12:20 A.M.

Good evening, Father Andrés.

I thought everyone had left.

Who are you?

You don't remember me?

No.

I don't.

Are you sure?

No, I don't know you, or what you're doing here.

You really don't know me?

I think you do.

Yes. Of course I do.

You won't find anything.

Toad's mother died when he was a kid.

His father died five years ago.

Cancer. Toad inherited various companies with financial troubles,

and he had to sell them to pay his debt.

Economics are definitely not his thing.

That's when he started teaching English.

I can't find any tragedy in his family, so the Genesis

-is pure fiction. -Where did you get all this?

Never ask that

of a reporter.

Right.

I don't know what to think.

There's more.

I know what the code means.

It's a file from the Archive of the Indies.

Please don't touch anything.

Seville must have the most religious documents in the world.

These are only a few. Most of them are in Madrid.

What are we going to see?

A file.

Which file are we going to see?

It's not a file. It's a drawing.

Please.

"Anonymous record, 17th century,

belonging to an adored satanic sect.

It is the only existing representation

of the Devil as a toad."

Your flatmate is a fucking lunatic.

Andrés?

Andrés?

Andrés. It's me, Simón.

You won't believe it.

I'm here for confession.

"First the Adversary must

sit in the Sanctuary of God

and proclaim that he is God."

SING IF YOU CAN, BARD

Simón, what the fuck

were you looking for in my desk?

-What's going on, Toad? -What?

Are you going to explain?

What do you mean?

What did you do to Father Andrés?

Nothing. Let me go!

You're wrong, Simón.

I don't know what's wrong with Father Andrés...

What's wrong? He's fucking dead!

Why are you telling me?

Why? You knew I was going to tell him,

and you got rid of him.

You're not well.

What does the story I found in your room mean?

-Nothing. It's a story. -You mention Father Andrés!

So? I also say I killed my father and that's not true.

Then why the fuck is the symbol from the attack in my computer?

-Th symbol? -The symbol from the cult.

Christ!

I swear I don't know anything.

I was going to use it as part of my novel.

I've only got the first chapter.

Toad! You use the same symbol as the murderer.

A symbol nobody knows!

Can I show you something? Let me go, please.

Let me go!

This book is practically

in any library.

The symbol appears in many drawings

from the period, not just that one.

Think about it, will you?

You think I'm the tall guy they saw at the church?

Listen, Simon.

You're my best friend.

Don't you know me?

You think I'd go to so much trouble

for something?

What's wrong with you?

What, looking for microphones?

No.

No.

No.

Yes.

No.

At this time,

we believe Father Andrés Ortega

died of a complex hallucinogenic mixture.

He must have ingested the substance around 20 hours ago.

He was forced. There are

slight signs of violence on his body.

Therefore we must admit our error

and drop the charges against the religious organization,

in favor of the theory that it was a single person.

Perhaps this one, whose composite

I now show the cameras.

Is that you?

Don't worry. Nobody will recognize you.

Hi. Leave a message after the beep.

Simon, it's Ariadna. Pick up if you're there.

I need to take a leak.

You're not there? Call me when you get back. Bye.

If I were you I'd stay in a few days.

-Nobody knows about your novel? -You didn't.

Why?

I was ashamed.

It's well-written.

I didn't want to admit

that I was copying you.

-Does it hurt? -Yeah.

Don't worry about it.

Now I look more

interesting. Maybe I'll hit on

my new student.

She's beautiful.

We always talk about women.

What are friends for?

We are friends.

All right, sonny. I'm going to bed.

Try and get some rest.

As you all know, Good Friday is two days away.

That magical night, where we will see a parade of

beautiful images like the Virgin of the Five Afflictions,

or our Father Jesus del Perdón.

We'll also enjoy the shattering "Piedad del Cautivo".

The procession of the Brotherhood has been confirmed,

after the tragic loss of Father Ortega.

We'll be right back, live from the center of Seville,

to show important highlights from today's procession.

SAN PABLO CHURCH WEDNESDAY, APRIL 19TH 4:58 P.M.

Good afternoon.

In a few moments the Brotherhood of San Pablo will be coming out.

Thousands await the procession. We've positioned ourselves

right in front

to give all of you a better view.

The first penitents are coming out.

And there's the Guiding Cross,

carved in bronze. All the Nazarenes

wear long robes with dark hoods. There are 400 brothers

in the procession, so it will take

20 minutes for them to pass, approximately.

As you know, it's about Sainthood...

Hi. Leave a message after the beep.

-Simón, it's Maria. Pick up the phone. -Maria.

I have the password to Toad's computer.

-The password? -Penitence.

How do you know?

Hasn't Toad told you about his beautiful new student?

-Toad's not involved. -We'll discuss that later.

Check everything in his computer.

Meet me at 10 at the Colon monument.

We have with us the President of the Brotherhood Federation.

Mr. Manuel Jareño. Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

PENITENCE PASSWORD ACCEPTED

HELLO

ADVERSARY

ADVERSARY

ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO CONTINUE?

ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO CONTINUE?

CONTINUE

ADVERSARY

SENDING SIGNAL

The authorities can suspend the processions,

but they can't stop people from going out into the streets.

We won't let any lunatic or madman

keep us from the streets.

The streets are ours.

Holy Week, 2000.

The streets of Seville have been taken

by the armies of Satan.

Thousands wounded. Millions in damage.

Absolute chaos. It's only

the beginning. Submerged in chaos,

the forces of order are powerless.

THE ADVERSARY

Only one man

can stop it.

The only one

with the knowledge and bravery necessary

to defeat them.

He is

the Chosen One.

ADVERSARY A ROLE-PLAY GAME

It's a game.

They're killing people for a game.

I don't understand.

The symbol, the nerve gas, the password.

-It's all part of the game. -Then Toad knows who I am.

Of course. That's why he gave you the password. So I'd find it.

What is the game?

Very simple. Toad plays the Devil and destroys Holy Week.

And according to the instructions, I'm the Chosen One.

-And the others? -His followers.

-They've sold their souls. -But who are the players?

I don't know. There are seven. Six, because one died.

Have you heard of "El Vampiro"?

The kid they killed with a crucifix.

This is nuts.

-What can we do? -Tell the police.

I'm sorry. You're as deep in this

-as I am. -Simon.

This way.

At 9:00 we'll talk more about the terrible attack

that caused four deaths and more than 20 injuries.

Hello.

Hi. Can we have two glasses of water?

Then the terrorist

used a small explosive that didn't directly kill anyone.

But it went off when the street was full of people.

That explains the high number

of victims.

The Minister of the Interior,

Luis Vazquez, has arrived in Seville to study the situation.

We don't want to suspend the processions prematurely

without measuring the consequences.

In any case, in the next few hours

the police presence in the streets will be increased

threefold.

Special attention will be paid to the processions.

Are you Simón?

Yes.

This was just left for you.

YOU STILL HAVE ALL YOUR STAMINA POINTS

TRY TO WARN THE POLICE!

They want to play? Let's play.

-Where's the police station? -That way.

What's wrong?

I'm losing points.

What?

This isn't a raygun, Simón.

You son of a bitch.

You already called me that once. Let me help you.

You've been out almost 20 hours.

You like our boardgame?

It took a while to finish. It has all the keys to the game.

If you can read them.

Look.

That's me.

And that's you.

We put you in the Giralda so you'd have

a good view.

-Why, Toad? -Why, what?

You don't get it.

It's just a game.

-A game that kills. -We haven't killed anyone directly.

The deaths were secondary.

Poor health. Low drug tolerance.

Good-Samaritan crap.

Will you kill me?

Imagine

that this model is reality.

Everything is here.

Even the players. Pick up a figure.

Come on, pick one up.

Now put it where you want.

On the other side.

Isn't it cool? In school when they spoke of the Gods on Olympus

I always imagined something like this.

What about Maria?

What did you do to her?

Come with me.

It's time you met my players.

This is Simón, our unconscious

player. Simón, these are your rivals

in the Adversary Game.

Please.

This is Hernandez,

our red tape expert. He's a genius.

He even became the accountant at the Brotherhood

of the Salvation in record time. Poor guy spent his childhood

in a priest school.

Our explosive expert.

He's bitter. His grandfather was an anarchist.

They lynched him in 1934 for planting a bomb.

What's up, Simón?

On your right is Pirate,

our computer expert.

He's a real bastard, he only collaborates

if there's money in it.

No need to introduce Capa,

you've already met.

Don't worry about it.

-It was nothing. -Roberto sold his soul to the devil

-in exchange for success. -The photos on Sunday weren't

a bad start.

Witch doctor, master of magic arts

-and foreign substances. -What's up?

We call him Panoramix. He can make

a potion that will blow your mind.

Like the one Father Andrés tried.

Or the one you were given yesterday.

The glass of water.

Relax,

-the squares will go away. -You can see we're well-prepared.

We're the shit.

You know Maria.

She played your assistant perfectly.

She even tried to escape

and warn the police.

You're sitting in Vampire's seat.

What a shame. We voted him out.

He was a coward. He split.

We split him, you could say.

He was a baby.

When he realized we were serious, he panicked.

It was a mistake to let him in.

You're all sick.

Don't you realize what you're doing?

You're a bunch of wackos!

We know exactly what we're doing.

Any more questions?

Why me?

Someone had to do it.

You met the requirements. Intelligent,

easy to keep an eye on.

And the perfect twist.

The crosswords.

Let's say you were lucky enough to choose me as a flatmate.

We've reached a point in the game where we need a review. Pirate...

Things get

difficult for our hero.

After discovering the identity

of the Demon on earth,

he tried to inform

the authorities. But Satan's army

caused his plan to fail in the course

of a cruel battle. And as punishment,

he dragged his dear Maria

to the depths of the abyss.

Fatally wounded, Simon Cardenas

wanted to give in to the eternal dream

and descend to the depths of hell to find her.

But it's too late. Maria has fallen into Satan's warm embrace.

-How nice. -Wait.

All is not lost.

Impressed

by such a show of courage, the Prince of Darkness

has decided to give

the Chosen One an opportunity to return to life.

This time, chance will make the decision.

Fortune is back in your life.

Your fate is coded in a two second

roll of these dice. You must roll less than a 12.

And if I roll more?

Then you can't leave hell.

Rules of the game, and we respect them.

Eight.

Congratulations, Simón. You're free.

Tonight we face the last test of the game.

It will make history.

After we'll all have faded away.

And your fate is your own. You can play, and win or lose,

or not play at all.

It's that simple.

-What happens if I don't play? -Nothing.

You can go home.

Think it over.

You have all day.

Simon, I wasn't expecting to see you again.

I wanted to explain.

There's nothing to explain. I know.

How do you know?

You like someone else.

It's all right, it's normal.

It's just too bad you used me.

Ariadna.

Can you listen to me?

You can't imagine what's happening.

I'll play.

We all know what to do, right?

Bard...

Good luck.

Good luck!

Toad.

1992 EXPO PARK THURSDAY, 20TH APRIL 7:40 P.M.

The Expo 92 park.

Specifically, the basement of the Vatican Pavilion.

A great place for our base.

Don't you think?

Where are we going?

It's a good-bye present.

A luxury visit, just for the two of us.

How do you pay for all this?

Didn't Maria tell you about my inheritance?

It's just like our model.

If you know how to read it.

Right.

There's still time.

Have a seat.

Isn't it nice up here?

One question.

Did you like my character's evolution in the game?

Wasn't it a good story? The guy who thinks he's the Devil.

Too bad I don't care about literature.

I might need it someday.

You can have it. If you win, of course.

How do you do it?

How do you hide all your bullshit?

You don't want to know.

You only need one thing to play.

Boredom.

The other day I felt fantastic.

Defending my innocence.

I felt alive.

And the rest are dead.

Some die so others can live.

Others will die for you.

-Not by my choice. -What's the difference?

Everyday you can live to the limit

like you are now. At least admit

that meeting Maria moved you.

She's a first-rate player.

The best.

She came to Seville

just to play.

-She's sick like the rest of you. -Yes.

But you're playing because of her.

Maria.

The only one who really understood my game.

You like her, eh?

Reading your story to her... She's in your pocket, you dog.

You see?

We're still friends.

Why don't you just let me go already?

Okay.

Come with me.

I'll explain what

I meant by respecting the rules of the game.

Hello?

Good-bye, Maria.

These things happen when you pact with the Devil.

Son of a bitch!

Don't get riled.

Now it's just you and me.

The Chosen One versus the Adversary.

The last stage of the game is clear.

If the Chosen One shows

the necessary courage and intelligence,

he'll defeat the Devil.

You're not the Devil.

You're a sick piece of shit.

You're right, my friend.

But in a city

where half a million people walk behind a tree trunk,

someone who thinks he's the Devil is real enough.

Right.

It's nap-time.

Relax.

You'll sleep a few hours.

You'll be awake for the big finale.

To find me, think of your crosswords.

All you need is the right word.

GO TO THE FAIR BETWEEN THE TWO PEAKS

It's like our model.

If you can read it.

We put you in the Giralda so you'd have a better view.

The Alamillo Bridge is the only structure taller than the Giralda.

The city map here has the North on the left.

To find me, think of your crosswords.

"Go to the fair, between the two peaks."

FAIR STREET

The Virgin of the Five Afflictions.

FAIR STREET FRIDAY, 21ST APRIL 1:45 A.M.

Raise her!

Where are you?

It's the first time we've seen the processions

without getting crushed.

We repeat that the identity

of the Holy Week murderer has been discovered.

The police analyzed fingerprints

found in the Church of the Cautivo

and searched the suspect's apartment,

finding definitive proof.

The author of the crimes is

Simon Cardenas, a young man from Madrid known in Andalucia

for his crosswords in the Seville Gazette.

What's your problem?

He's crazy.

It's all right, I thought I saw

the Holy Week murderer.

Stop fucking around.

Long live the Virgen of the Five Afflictions!

Long live!

-Beautiful! -Beautiful!

God must be a woman!

"Sit in the Sanctuary of God, and proclaim that he is God."

It's the Virgin!

She'll kill you all!

The Devil is in the Virgin!

Drop the gun, Simón.

Drop it and lie down on the ground.

Drop the gun.

Do it, Simón.

Give warning and do it.

Nothing will happen.

Lower your weapons.

Lower your weapons!

Be reasonable, Simón.

Congratulations, Simón.

You win the game.

NOBODY KNOWS ANYBODY

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