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scans_dailyYou may remember way back when I mentioned I had exactly two Mexican comic books? This is the other one, "La Bestia (Roja)" #6 March 17. 1986.
I have not looked this up on Wikipedia, and the translation is slapdash (but took a fair while anyhow.) As near as I can make out, Fernando Rivero works for US military intelligence investigating drug trafficking. His wife and children were recently killed in a fire meant for him, but he escaped with only hideous facial scars. As a result, Fernando wears a special mask that hides the scarring, allowing him to go among normal people.
Warning: The ten pages of thirty-two I've chosen have some Punisher Max-level violence, and racism.
Page One
Drawing: Luis Sergio Tapia Plot: Hector de Negri
Narrator: Poisoned by hate, Fernando spat vindictiveness, not realizing that his hands were digging into the perfect feminine shoulders.
Fernando: Soon much blood will run! War is declared, and I'm making the rules for this game!
Narrator: Several blocks away, Director Dixon, head of the FBI, spoke to two agents.
Dixon: Rivero is a cold, calculating perfect killing machine, and none of you are to go near him without my authorization.
Agent: Yes, sir.
(These FBI agents are obedient, we don't see them for the rest of the issue.)
Page Two
Narrator: In the apartment, his lover Eva pleaded.
Eva: Forget what happened; let's go back to the way it was seven years ago before you met Marta, get married and start a home.
Fernando: I can only offer my friendship, for her sake and my children's. Nothing else matters.
Narrator: Minutes later, the Interpol agent sank the pedal to the metal, while shouting at the Patrol.
Fernando: This is my car! The thief is a maniac who attacked me!
Narrator: Later, at home, Fernando carried out an inhuman cauterization.
Fernando: Jummm!
(Even someone as muy macho as Fernando breaks into a sweat after that, and he needs a moment to rest.)
(There's a bizarre transition to this guy named Monkey whose legs are broken--it's not clear when that happened, but some time has passed since the last scene since night is falling. Monkey's lying on the ground in a parking garage, and there's a car coming right at him.
(The car stops just short of Monkey, and he's relieved to know that even someone as crazy as Rivero isn't going to run over a defenseless man. His relief is short-lived.)
Page Five
Narrator: Fernando's voice snapped like a whip.
Fernando: Where's Scapello?
Monkey: Eh?
Fernando: Where is that bastard hiding?
Monkey: I don't know.
Fernando: You want I should burst your filthy guts?
Monkey: Hey, I swear...!
Monkey: By the Devil himself, I''m telling the truth!
(Fernando gets back in his car, and appears to be driving away. Monkey gloats that Fernando's soft heart made a big mistake; Monkey and Scapello won't be so merciful when they have the upper hand.)
Page Seven
Narrator: The light of the headlamps coming closer made Monkey smile.
Monkey: Ha! He'll stop again!
Narrator: The weight of the vehicle on his chest and belly made him realize he'd proclaimed victory too soon.
Narrator: Internal bleeding spurted from his nose and mouth.
Narrator: Dying, Monkey's glazing eyes are pierced by the "skull lights" that signal reverse.
Page Eight
Narrator: Monkey remained conscious until his skull exploded, scattering brain fluid and gray matter.
Narrator: His soul sank to Hell, though Fernando didn't notice, frantically passing the car over the unfortunate corpse until it was a bloody human carpet.
Narrator: His burning anger satisfied for the moment, he headed towards the exit.
Fernando: I'll have to find a car wash. I hate driving a dirty car!
(Evidently, it takes Fernando a while to find an all-night car wash, since it's dawn by the time he gets home. Exhausted, he only partially undresses and sacks out on the couch.)
(Meanwhile, Colonel Gordon is starting his day by reading the many complaints that have been filed about Rivero's activities. He calls in Captain Shmeling. Especially troubling is the eyewitness account by Senator Mulligan about Fernando killing a district judge at a casino. And three thugs being killed in a warehouse out on the docks with Rivero's signature style. Oh, and the car he's driving is supposedly stolen.
(So Shmeling is sent to collect Fernando from his apartment. Since Fernando has had a maximum of two hours' sleep, he insists on taking a shower and changing before leaving, and he doesn't care if Colonel Gordon doesn't like waiting.)
(Evidently, this is the first time Gordon's seen Fernando's mask, and he's shocked at how realistic it looks, despite not looking like pre-fire Fernando a whole lot. But to the point. Rivero was returned to active duty investigating Scapello on the condition he follow the rules of legal investigation. Yet one of the first things he does is shoot up a private club, killing a judge and wounding several members.
(Fernando counters that the casino is a front for the Mafia, and the biggest narcotics distribution point in New York. "We both know the mob is paying juicy bribes to high officials to buy silence!" At the casino, these "honorable" men mix with criminals and expensive call girls, while enjoying expensive liquor and easy money. He feels they're just as responsible for the murder of his family as the actual gangsters, and will show no mercy if they get in his way.
(Gordon is syympathetic, but warns that one more complaint will force him to take Rivero off the case.)
Page Nineteen
Gordon: This time I'll use my influence to quash the complaints against you.
Shmeling: Unfortunately for you, there are too many witnesses who won't hesitate to pin the guilt on you.
Fernando: Testimony is invalid without evidence, and I challenge any of these imbeciles to prove it was me!
Fernando: If we're done, I'm out of here.
Gordon: Do it, but don't forget my warning: No more trouble!
Narrator: Striding wide, Fernando left the building and got into Eva's car.
(Chose that page just for the Two-Face style picture.)
(The lecture has just made Fernando more obsessed with finding Scapello, and he needs to do it fast, before the brass put too much pressure on Colonel Gordon.
(He heads down Broadway and turns on to 42nd Street, and the narrator lovingly describes how much of a red-light district the area is. Fernando knows that Scapello's lieutenant Joe Frazetti frequents a bar/strip joint in the area.
(The clientel is mostly black, though the bartender and stripper are both white. Fernando ignores the hostile looks of the locals and starts interrogating the barkeep. He's interrupted by a group of customers who don't like "honkies" or strangers. One claims he'll be unrecognizable when they're through stomping him.
(Fernando takes off his mask and points out that he's already unrecognizable.)
Page Twenty-four
Narrator: Fernando's face, contorted with rage, was a fearsome sight and the black men drew back.
Narrator: In that moment of hesitation, Rivero took the initiative.
Narrator: The dark-skinned enemies reacted by fighting back.
Thug Two: Son of a snake!
Page Twenty-five
Narrator: Turning, Fernando dodged a wild blow that threatened to tear his head off.
Narrator: In a brilliant countermove, he sank his elbow into the ribs of the agressor...
Narrator: ...And followed up with a devastating kick to the neck that broke the unhappy man's trachea.
Page Twenty-six:
Narrator: Fernando took the man by the shoulders, and crashed him into the solid bar.
Narrator: Unconcious, the guy collapsed, joining the corpse of his brother of color.
Narrator: Furious, the rest produced blades, chains and "brass knuckles" from their pockets.
Page Twenty-seven
Narrator: Fernando drew his .44 Magnum and pulled the trigger.
Narrator: Four bodies lay contorted in tragic death, each with a bullet hole just above the eyebrows.
Narrator: Coldly, fernando turned to the bartender and stuck the black barrel right in his trembling face.
Fernando: Talking now?
Bartender: Y-yes.
(Joe is at room #306 of the Hilton on Avenue of the Americas. The stripper begs Fernando not to kill the barkeep. He explains that he only kills those who deserve a death sentence, but that there are copycats who use the same bullet to just above the eyebrows M.O.)
(No one tries to stop Fernando as he leisurely strolls out and over to the Hilton. He crosses the lobby and up the elevator with no problem. His knock on the door of room #306, however, is met with a spray of bullets. He waits a moment, kicks in the door, and comes in .44 Magnum at the ready. TO BE CONTINUED.)
Your thoughts and comments?
SKJAM!
I have not looked this up on Wikipedia, and the translation is slapdash (but took a fair while anyhow.) As near as I can make out, Fernando Rivero works for US military intelligence investigating drug trafficking. His wife and children were recently killed in a fire meant for him, but he escaped with only hideous facial scars. As a result, Fernando wears a special mask that hides the scarring, allowing him to go among normal people.
Warning: The ten pages of thirty-two I've chosen have some Punisher Max-level violence, and racism.
Page One
Drawing: Luis Sergio Tapia Plot: Hector de Negri
Narrator: Poisoned by hate, Fernando spat vindictiveness, not realizing that his hands were digging into the perfect feminine shoulders.
Fernando: Soon much blood will run! War is declared, and I'm making the rules for this game!
Narrator: Several blocks away, Director Dixon, head of the FBI, spoke to two agents.
Dixon: Rivero is a cold, calculating perfect killing machine, and none of you are to go near him without my authorization.
Agent: Yes, sir.
(These FBI agents are obedient, we don't see them for the rest of the issue.)
Page Two
Narrator: In the apartment, his lover Eva pleaded.
Eva: Forget what happened; let's go back to the way it was seven years ago before you met Marta, get married and start a home.
Fernando: I can only offer my friendship, for her sake and my children's. Nothing else matters.
Narrator: Minutes later, the Interpol agent sank the pedal to the metal, while shouting at the Patrol.
Fernando: This is my car! The thief is a maniac who attacked me!
Narrator: Later, at home, Fernando carried out an inhuman cauterization.
Fernando: Jummm!
(Even someone as muy macho as Fernando breaks into a sweat after that, and he needs a moment to rest.)
(There's a bizarre transition to this guy named Monkey whose legs are broken--it's not clear when that happened, but some time has passed since the last scene since night is falling. Monkey's lying on the ground in a parking garage, and there's a car coming right at him.
(The car stops just short of Monkey, and he's relieved to know that even someone as crazy as Rivero isn't going to run over a defenseless man. His relief is short-lived.)
Page Five
Narrator: Fernando's voice snapped like a whip.
Fernando: Where's Scapello?
Monkey: Eh?
Fernando: Where is that bastard hiding?
Monkey: I don't know.
Fernando: You want I should burst your filthy guts?
Monkey: Hey, I swear...!
Monkey: By the Devil himself, I''m telling the truth!
(Fernando gets back in his car, and appears to be driving away. Monkey gloats that Fernando's soft heart made a big mistake; Monkey and Scapello won't be so merciful when they have the upper hand.)
Page Seven
Narrator: The light of the headlamps coming closer made Monkey smile.
Monkey: Ha! He'll stop again!
Narrator: The weight of the vehicle on his chest and belly made him realize he'd proclaimed victory too soon.
Narrator: Internal bleeding spurted from his nose and mouth.
Narrator: Dying, Monkey's glazing eyes are pierced by the "skull lights" that signal reverse.
Page Eight
Narrator: Monkey remained conscious until his skull exploded, scattering brain fluid and gray matter.
Narrator: His soul sank to Hell, though Fernando didn't notice, frantically passing the car over the unfortunate corpse until it was a bloody human carpet.
Narrator: His burning anger satisfied for the moment, he headed towards the exit.
Fernando: I'll have to find a car wash. I hate driving a dirty car!
(Evidently, it takes Fernando a while to find an all-night car wash, since it's dawn by the time he gets home. Exhausted, he only partially undresses and sacks out on the couch.)
(Meanwhile, Colonel Gordon is starting his day by reading the many complaints that have been filed about Rivero's activities. He calls in Captain Shmeling. Especially troubling is the eyewitness account by Senator Mulligan about Fernando killing a district judge at a casino. And three thugs being killed in a warehouse out on the docks with Rivero's signature style. Oh, and the car he's driving is supposedly stolen.
(So Shmeling is sent to collect Fernando from his apartment. Since Fernando has had a maximum of two hours' sleep, he insists on taking a shower and changing before leaving, and he doesn't care if Colonel Gordon doesn't like waiting.)
(Evidently, this is the first time Gordon's seen Fernando's mask, and he's shocked at how realistic it looks, despite not looking like pre-fire Fernando a whole lot. But to the point. Rivero was returned to active duty investigating Scapello on the condition he follow the rules of legal investigation. Yet one of the first things he does is shoot up a private club, killing a judge and wounding several members.
(Fernando counters that the casino is a front for the Mafia, and the biggest narcotics distribution point in New York. "We both know the mob is paying juicy bribes to high officials to buy silence!" At the casino, these "honorable" men mix with criminals and expensive call girls, while enjoying expensive liquor and easy money. He feels they're just as responsible for the murder of his family as the actual gangsters, and will show no mercy if they get in his way.
(Gordon is syympathetic, but warns that one more complaint will force him to take Rivero off the case.)
Page Nineteen
Gordon: This time I'll use my influence to quash the complaints against you.
Shmeling: Unfortunately for you, there are too many witnesses who won't hesitate to pin the guilt on you.
Fernando: Testimony is invalid without evidence, and I challenge any of these imbeciles to prove it was me!
Fernando: If we're done, I'm out of here.
Gordon: Do it, but don't forget my warning: No more trouble!
Narrator: Striding wide, Fernando left the building and got into Eva's car.
(Chose that page just for the Two-Face style picture.)
(The lecture has just made Fernando more obsessed with finding Scapello, and he needs to do it fast, before the brass put too much pressure on Colonel Gordon.
(He heads down Broadway and turns on to 42nd Street, and the narrator lovingly describes how much of a red-light district the area is. Fernando knows that Scapello's lieutenant Joe Frazetti frequents a bar/strip joint in the area.
(The clientel is mostly black, though the bartender and stripper are both white. Fernando ignores the hostile looks of the locals and starts interrogating the barkeep. He's interrupted by a group of customers who don't like "honkies" or strangers. One claims he'll be unrecognizable when they're through stomping him.
(Fernando takes off his mask and points out that he's already unrecognizable.)
Page Twenty-four
Narrator: Fernando's face, contorted with rage, was a fearsome sight and the black men drew back.
Narrator: In that moment of hesitation, Rivero took the initiative.
Narrator: The dark-skinned enemies reacted by fighting back.
Thug Two: Son of a snake!
Page Twenty-five
Narrator: Turning, Fernando dodged a wild blow that threatened to tear his head off.
Narrator: In a brilliant countermove, he sank his elbow into the ribs of the agressor...
Narrator: ...And followed up with a devastating kick to the neck that broke the unhappy man's trachea.
Page Twenty-six:
Narrator: Fernando took the man by the shoulders, and crashed him into the solid bar.
Narrator: Unconcious, the guy collapsed, joining the corpse of his brother of color.
Narrator: Furious, the rest produced blades, chains and "brass knuckles" from their pockets.
Page Twenty-seven
Narrator: Fernando drew his .44 Magnum and pulled the trigger.
Narrator: Four bodies lay contorted in tragic death, each with a bullet hole just above the eyebrows.
Narrator: Coldly, fernando turned to the bartender and stuck the black barrel right in his trembling face.
Fernando: Talking now?
Bartender: Y-yes.
(Joe is at room #306 of the Hilton on Avenue of the Americas. The stripper begs Fernando not to kill the barkeep. He explains that he only kills those who deserve a death sentence, but that there are copycats who use the same bullet to just above the eyebrows M.O.)
(No one tries to stop Fernando as he leisurely strolls out and over to the Hilton. He crosses the lobby and up the elevator with no problem. His knock on the door of room #306, however, is met with a spray of bullets. He waits a moment, kicks in the door, and comes in .44 Magnum at the ready. TO BE CONTINUED.)
Your thoughts and comments?
SKJAM!
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Date: 2012-08-22 06:19 am (UTC)Also, the translation's pretty accurate. At least, that's how I'd translate it, mostly. The dialogue in the Spanish version feels slightly more stiff (and racist) to me.
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Date: 2012-08-26 07:35 am (UTC)http://acr.produccionesbalazo.com/2008/06/29/06292008/
<-- It's only in spanish but is a comic made "the marvel way". Tapia draws dead seriously most of the time, while Bachan and then Gantus write it as a comedy. Also Romans vs Aztecs, fuck yeah!
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