Man Facing Southeast Page #5

He is a good man. Gentle.

O.K. Leave him with me.

On a conditional basis.

If he behaves, he stays.

He'll be useful.

It's the only way to get an assistant.

There's not even money for coffins.

The other day I sent out two corpse

in the same box.

Behold... a genius.

I wonder what made him go nuts.

When he dies, I get the autopsy.

You're a son of a b*tch.

Yes, it's mine.

- All these clippings...

- It's information.

- About what?

- About the world's deadliest weapon.

We know how to defend against

your other weapons.

Not this one. It baffles us.

- What weapon, Rantes?

- Stupidity. Human stupidity.

Why do you say ''us''?

I'm not the only inhabitant

of my planet

nor am I the only one here.

For God's sake, Rantes, don't tell me

there are others. You're plenty.

This same scene is happening

all over the world.

Other Rantes facing other doctors

like you in other nuthouses,

having the same discussion

at this very moment.

And we're all saying exactly

the same thing.

Check it out. Call them.

Dr. de la Fuente, Madrid.

Dr. Lamarque, Lima.

You speak English? French?

If one of you would call, you could

change history, but we know you won't.

It is beyond the limits

of what you can accept.

We are beyond those limits.

O.K., if I accept all those doctors

are talking to all the Rantes,

what do these clippings mean?

The daily crimes.

If God is within you,

you assassinate God every day.

How does this concern you?

We are preparing the rescue.

Do you see why a nuthouse is

the safest place?

I can tell you this confidential

information

because nobody will believe it.

- What rescue?

- The rescue of the victims,

those who cannot survive

amidst the terror.

Those broken by the horror,

those who are without hope...

here.

It will not be robbery.

All you've left out are the words

''Blessed are the Meek''.

You made a mistake in assuming

your role.

You say you are from another planet.

You should have said

you were Christ.

My story might've been different

but not your reaction.

Rantes, did you have children?

Why do you keep this?

They also cannot live with horror...

and they die like ants.

International Operator,

one moment, please.

International Operator,

one moment, please.

An invasion of Christs

was an amusing idea.

God forgive me. The absurdity

of it amused me.

The old, official version of one Christ

always seemed absurd,

but it never amused me.

I didn't know why, but it was impossible

to get the thought out of my mind.

I wondered, if this were true,

why was that Christ a social being,

one with a political approach while

this one isolated himself completely?

Things had not gone well that time.

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