Pafnucio Santo Page #3

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and emissary of the Cross of the Divine Redeemer...

I demand you bring me into the presence of Doa Marina, your mistress,...

who is the reason for my presence.

Sadly for me, Pafnucio.

I would have been pleased to be the child's mother.

My people were destroyed by the sword and by the faith.

The Messiah you offer has nothing for us.

The beautiful cities...

shaped up for centuries,...

now lie in the dust...

sodden with tears.

Your Messiah, Pafnucio,...

is king of other cities...

but not of these ruins.

Your Messiah, He is not ours.

Beloved Lady,...

accept the Messiah that heaven sends.

From the beginning of time, I came looking for you...

on behalf of the crying Indian's request.

The Gods of this land...

are already buried.

All that's left to me is to mourn...

with such suffering...the pain of my race.

Return, Pafnucio!

We are money...We are pleasure!

I won't be your slave to bind the people...

or the men who suffer.

I will vanquish you...!

Vanquish!...Vanquish...!

Looking for Patricia Kane!

Extra, extra, Patricia Kane kidnapped! Extra, extra!

Extra, extra, Patricia Kane joined her kidnappers! Extra, extra!

"Patricia Kane alive or dead"

Extra, extra, Patricia Kane sought, dead or alive! Extra, extra!

I'm Patricia! So what?

Tell me, kid,...

What's your advantage about me being the mother of the child...who you offer me?

Don't come for blowj*bs.

I've already declared war...

Give me righteous waves, and no wimpy children.

Don't reject him, are you drugged up?

The Messiah wants you to be his beloved mother.

How can you ask me to bear the brat?

I'm rotten, rotten...

as is all my race.

I implore you to conceive a child...

and that, after 9 months, you eject him into the world.

I can't bear children!

Your beauty is radiant motherhood,...

your belly is chosen to bear the Prodigy.

~ Leave me alone!

~ You must!

Leave me alone! I'm dying of anxiety!

Curb your hate, bear the Messiah.

I hate life...

I hate my folks!

I expect nothing!

You are a fool...

I won't listen, worthless liar!

I hate people! I love war!

Everything makes me sick, in this world!

Cry, Patricia.

I'll shut you up! I do not want the child!

He loves you...your blessed son the Messiah.

I'm no mother, but death! So die, then!

This is Mexico, oh, sh*t!

So we dance in my land!

Viva, Cholula!

Goal!

There are not two of Mexico.

Let the f***ing Hispanics die!

Can I come in?

Lady of the traditional dress, I came to congratulate you, your dancing is wonderful!

What's your problem, a**hole, where did you come from?

I am Pafnucio. Holy Pafnucio, ma'am.

I came to tell you that I liked your dancing.

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