Death of a Comedian (2025)

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BOMBN, CONSIDERED THE FIRSGRAPHIC NOVEL HERO IN EUROPE.

BY FAMOUS BELGIAN CARTOONISMONSIEUR BICKLE,

"BOMBN AND HIS EXPLOITS"

WAS FIRST PUBLISHED IN APRIL 1922

IN THE BRUSSELS NEWSPAPER

LA RPUBLIQUE,

BECOMING A GLOBAL PHENOMENON

UNTIL 1946,

WHEN THE NEWSPAPER

CLOSED ITS DOORS

DUE TO THE POST-w*r 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 HALEFT THEIR MARK

ON AN ENTIRE GENERATION FOREVER.

ITS AUTHOR, BICKLE, DIED MYSTERIOUSLY

WHEN HE AND HIS FRIEND,

A MERCHANT SEAMAN,

SET OUT ON HIS SAILBOATO 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 b*mb

THE SECRET AT THE END

OF THE WORLD

BOMBIN VS. THE MURDEROUS

THERAPISBOMBIN

AGAINST THE ATOMIC b*mb

BOMBIN

AGAINST THE ATOMIC b*mb

"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?

ASSISTANJuan, 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 Debr.

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 Bombn.

Bombn?

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 Bombn?

You're so cute.

Honestly, didn't anyone ever tell you?

And in real life?

Debr?

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 g*nshots, 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 g*nshots ready.

sh**t 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.

Crazy weather, man.

-Nice sky.

-Do you speak English?

Where?

-Center.

-Center of what?

Center of the center.

Square Center.

Square center. Yes.

Square Center. Okay.

Brussels.

Regularization!

REGULARIZATION NOW

NO ONE IS ill*gal

Here is where Bombn 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.

-Jesus Christ!

-Jesus cries!

This place!

Is it dangerous?

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 f*ck?

IMMIGRANTS ON ALEREurope's stagnation

is due to the fact that they forbid us

from defending our traditions.

They prevent us from speaking the truth

about our present.

No one has the courage

or the bravery to tell it like it is,

even if some of those truths

to some, are r*cist or bigoted.

My parents taught me

to be brave in this life.

Excuse me, one beer.

...that means discussing and explaining

this irritating yet indispensable topic

to preserve our way of life.

We must immediately put a hold

on the influx of immigrants

-which, like an epidemic plague...

-Anyone.

the everyday living standards

of our Europe

which should not be a victim

of social, political

and especially economic problems

happening beyond our borders.

The support we have from the people

will help us to push even harder

for what we call

the Great Anti-Immigration Law

for the true Europe

which will eradicate

the ethnic and cultural mix

that is setting our continent back.

...yet very clear yearning demand

from our communities.

God bless you!

What are you doing here, Scorpion?

Just wandering around.

We have just heard the press conference

of Austrian MEP...

I want to go here.

...together with his advisor Mr. Cervet,

in which he announced

the imminent approval

of a very controversial

anti-immigration law

- that has generated a deep outcry...

-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 Bombn 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.

You don't have to feel love for someone.

It's done because it's the most fair.

That's it.

I do it for the love of people.

It's like this.

If feeling that serves your convictions,

that's fine.

I do it out of love for you.

And that's fine by me.

I'd give my life for you.

Cario , give me

what you're giving me.

That's fine.

That's it, come on guys!

Together in life, fighting for freedom.

Together in life, fighting for freedom.

Together in life, fighting for freedom.

"Together in life, fighting for freedom."

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.

sh*t.

b*tch, you are sick. You're crazy!

How could you do this?

You better run, you piece of sh*t.

I've had it with these r*cist people!

I'm sick of them!

What? What is it?

-Hello.

-Hello.

Do you need anything? Are you okay?

It's okay.

-Thank you.

-You're welcome.

I'm Lena.

John.

-Where are you from?

-Argentinean.

Belgium.

And your friends?

They're fine.

Amal.

John.

-Korea.

-Argentinian.

Bonnie.

Cuban from all Cuba.

Cuba breathes through my lungs.

-Hello to all Cuba, then.

-Hello.

For you.

Hello.

-Yes?

-Thank you.

You're welcome.

Thank you, darling.

Where do you want to go?

You're welcome, Bonnie.

It's marked. There.

They say that in two hours,

he'll be at the same place as always.

They also believe

that it is the right time to do it, so...

Okay.

You have one more stop left.

-Do you live here?

-No.

It's the address of a very old book store.

I'm looking for a book.

What is your job?

My job? Journalist.

What are you doing in Brussels?

I'm studying a character

of Bombn's stories.

Bombn?

The comic with the deadpan look?

By Travis Bickle. Yes

It's near here. Seven blocks away.

We have time.

Come with us.

Lena, are you sure?

We don't know him.

We have no time.

Don't worry, it's okay.

BETWEEN FEAR AND NOTHINGNESS

Is it too long?

John.

I'm going with you.

Just in case you need help.

God, what are you doing?

I'll be back. Be careful.

Hurry up.

THE SEVEN GEMS OF DESTINY

BOMBN 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,

Bombn for you,

he was inspired

by the autobiographical novel

of a Belgian soldier who,

after fighting in World w*r 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 Bombn'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.

The data has been confirmed.

The guy is in the same bar, as always.

Let's go then.

-Did the Argentinean get his book?

-Yes.

He's a student of Bickel and his albums.

I want him to come with us.

He can be useful.

"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."

Real quick. Let's do something.

Okay. Let's think.

f*ck!

If we get discovered,

our plan's going to get f*cked up.

I'm more worried about her than the plan.

We can't run away.

She can't escape.

We must avoid them...

"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."

There's no other alternative.

-We'll have a great time tonight.

-A great time.

Anti-immigration Law

of True Europe....

Attention, all units.

We're checking the information received.

We need your help

getting Lena off that table over there.

Why?

Doesn't matter, just for whatever.

It's not good for her to stay there.

Trust us.

Trust us.

I trust you.

Sir, stop there!

-Excuse me, good evening.

-Good evening.

It's late, my niece.

I want to go to the museum,

as you promised.

Remember?

Yeah, for sure.

I want to go!

Okay. Sorry!

Call me, mon amour .

She's a very beautiful woman.

Wait for me, my niece.

-Wait for me.

-Pay attention, stupid!

What happened?

We were informed

that a Cervet's bodyguard

might recognize you

from a previous arrest.

It's okay. We are done, anyway.

We have nothing to do here.

And now?

I have to wait for him

to book a room

at the pique Hotel.

-I know Cervet.

-What?

I saw him this morning.

Where?

On television.

That man

was standing next to MEP Leblanc

at a press conference

to promulgate

The Great Anti-immigration Law

of True Europe.

What do you think?

I don't know.

I only know what I do.

-And what do you do?

-I talk to death.

What does death tell you?

That I should use my body

for a good cause.

A fair one.

I will be at this hotel.

I need to sleep.

John.

What is there

between fear and nothingness?

Something to resolve in the present.

"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?

Mr. Doyle?

-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.

Together in life fighting for freedom!

Together in life fighting for freedom!

Together in life fighting for freedom!

- John.

-Lena.

We are here with Amal y Bonnie

at the Monde Alpha bar.

Come.

I'll be waiting.

Okay.

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?

Together in life,

fighting for freedom

Together in life,

fighting for freedom

Together in life,

fighting for freedom

-John.

-Yes.

Just John?

I've always been called that.

No last name?

I have forgotten it.

Memory problems?

Tired, maybe.

I arrived a while ago.

In anonymity, I move lighter.

You are sad.

Have you cried a lot lately?

Soon, it will pass.

I'm on the right track.

You mean about your Bombn research?

Or about the end of fear?

To do justice.

Is that why you are a journalist?

I look, I judge and I act.

It's like an obligation.

You do it because you have to.

I guess so.

What media do you work for?

I don't work for any media.

I'm independent.

And who do you work for?

Who's asking? The journalist?

Who helped you out

of a dangerous meeting.

I'm afraid.

Of what?

I'm going to the toilet.

Without curiosity.

UNITE

STAY TOGETHER

Without courage.

He must not realize

that you copied the information

from his computer.

Once you are done,

you'll start feeling bad,

excuse yourself and then you'll leave.

Lena, Lena, listen to me.

I need you to focus.

Ok, Yamir.

It's very important

you get the information

with this device.

-Okay.

-Okay.

Then, you know what to do.

You bring that information,

and deliver it to our contact, okay?

-Yes.

-Okay.

Ok. Thank you.

Where are you going?

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.

They have to get up really early.

Open your mouth, comic hero.

Close.

Chew.

And swallow.

Having fun

is a good antidote against fear.

Come with me, Bombn.

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...

Scratch my back?

Done.

Have you finished it?

Almost.

And?

The author...

He talks about

a physical and mental transformation.

It affected his whole body

after witnessing

the m*ssacre 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

There are protests tonight

at the Austrian embassy

against what it is now known

as "The Anti-immigration law

for the true Europe".

The Austrian delegation

residing at the pique Hotel

refuses to give a statement.

Nevertheless, it is believed that,

should this legislation move forward,

any undocumented immigrants will

be immediately expelled from Europe,

most likely on cargo ships.

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!

John?

What are you doing here?

We have to get out of here, now!

I'm worried about Yamir.

I don't know what they will do to him.

Cervet is his most important man.

His right hand. His exclusive advisor.

The bag.

As Chief of the Treasury

of Le Blanc party,

he manages the contributions, the items,

and keeps the accounting information

of all the organizations

that work to bring Le Blanc to power.

If in here is what we believe,

in a few hours

the five most important media outlets

in the world

are going to shake the ground

of the "real Europe".

The idea was to put him to sleep

and get all the information

from his computer,

but as I saw one of his guards

very concerned about him,

making inquiries,

I suspected that he had recognized me.

At one point,

when he went to take a shower,

I panicked.

I grabbed my computer

and ran out of the room.

I knew Yamir

was waiting for me outside, but...

Let's go.

Le Blanc party is set up as a front,

for money laundering and drug trafficking.

The more they close the borders,

the bigger the profit.

Then the more money to finance his--

What the f*ck?

-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.

No! Are you crazy? Come back!

That way!

Search every room.

Leave that sh*t! Shut up! Stop singing!

- You will sing something else now.

-No.

Hold this b*tch!

What is your problem?

Where is your friend? Where?

Don't stop until I say so, John.

We're here at the pique 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...

It's encrypted information

that only one person in our organization

can decipher.

It hast to be delivered by hand.

It's the only sure way.

Brussels is such an enigmatic city.

It's beautiful, lived by the world.

But it's lonely and ghostly.

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.

They assured me a secure place

in France.

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 k*ll 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!

You are a hero, John.

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.