Rains Over Babel (Llueve sobre Babel)

Alright people! And in this relentless heat,

...that was 'Radio Mamba International'.

A taste of The Black Mamba's new album,

debuting tonight at Purgatory Itself: Babel.

Don't you dare miss it!

That's my husband...

People call him "El Boticario".

Now he's selecting the Shadows he'll work with during the day.

Erato grew up in a traveling circus,

...and stopped talking when she was seven years old.

Nobody knows why.

She likes to write sad love poems

on dirty mirrors in the bathrooms of bars.

She's the silent muse of this story.

Today's your lucky day...

Today, we will guide your visit into our world.

Get a haircut!

That's Roma,

an old friend of Boticario's.

He shares a flat with Monet, who's a poet...

...but sells drugs to pay for rent.

RAINS OVER BABEL

Darling...

When will you fix the pipes?

As you can see...

They don't get along too well.

Ay, oí! Darla!

Blessings, pastor!

God bless you.

Blessings and all!

Got a coin?

A coin for him? He's leaving already.

At 6 am, love!

...and with this weather!

That's my man, beauties, my boyfriend.

You'll end up as pale as he is, dear.

...From how hard he'll give it to me, ha!

Ay, oí! Hmm!

Alright. Back to practice.

Ay, no!

But if you think it's wrong to serve the Lord...

Choose for yourselves who you're going to serve.

As for my family and I...

...we will serve the Lord.

Amen!

Family is very important before the eyes of God.

Amen!

That's why we have to work!

Understand that well...

Work!

To keep it united!

That's right!

...and to worship the Lord!

Amen!

Let's pray together for our families this month...

So the Almighty Father may protect and strengthen them.

Miguel...

You're upsetting the congregation.

You're welcome to talk to me...

But in private.

Magdalena...

My name is now Magdalena, pastor.

Please leave.

May my God bless you.

Boticario!

Have you seen Timbí?

No, Salai.

Is everything okay?

El Callegüeso has gone missing.

Wake up, man. It's late.

What a lazy bastard.

What's this?

I got it from...

You need to find El Callegüeso, he's not answering my calls.

Yes, sir.

Come on! Get to work!

How was the shift?

They've been gambling all night.

Again?

What can be done?

La Flaca and her guests can't be thrown out.

Pick one.

Careful, the devil's gonna eat you! Pick one!

By the salamander's conch!

Now we're really up a creek.

Another five years, Flaca.

But first...

I need a drink.

Gonna drink every bottle of rum in Babel?

Leave some for the pirates!

Uma...

How's it going?

Bad.

I just lost fifteen years.

The table has been brought up. The 43 boxes have arrived, and...

Darla asked us to let her debut a new drag queen...

...Andria Luxury.

More faggots in this city?

Dad, you know all the clients they bring.

Yeah, yeah. Whatever.

If it goes wrong...

...she won't put her damn heels in this bar again, you hear?

Look at that.

Check out that piece of ass.

She's fine, ain't she?

Go on, slap her ass.

What's wrong, Timbí?

She's a bum, a wench, a dirty thief...

She's worth nothing...

...but she's damn hot.

Go slap her.

No, dad.

Learn by example, fag.

Motherfucker.

What's wrong with you, wanker?

Borja!

No, you don't get it!

Let me be, I'm fine.

Is it bad?

It'll be fine.

Hm! If La Flaca thinks she won the years you just bet...

She can take her at any moment.

Yes. And she'll have to go with her.

You have to get back in and fix this, now.

Hey!

You!

Can you tell the bartender to open the back door for me?

Hello, Flaquita.

Do you have today's list?

That's Dante, La Flaca's right-hand man. Her debt collector.

He doesn't age because he died twenty years ago.

And in that limbo he stayed, waiting for his contract to end...

You know what date it is today?

Our contract ends today.

Thing is, he doesn't remember what deal he made.

He lost his memory, and doesn't remember who he was before he died.

Only that he was a soldier.

Do you have your amulet?

Bring it to Babel tonight.

And when El Callegüeso plays "The Taste of Guayaba"... Puff!

...You hand it to me.

If you don't get it to me before the song ends,

...you're mine another twenty years, love.

Now go.

As you wish, Flaquita.

Boticario...

The gypsy wants you to open the back door for her.

El Callegüeso still isn't answering.

If this event goes wrong...

The Loan Sharks will skin me, you follow?

But if we smash it, as everyone is expecting...

We'll pay all our debts.

You have to find him, Timbí...

...and make sure he arrives to the concert in time.

Hey!

Don't you dare open the back door for that motherfucking gypsy!

Chill, Salai, I'm just going to take a shit.

Boticario... Come here, do me favor.

Where can Timbí look for El Callegüeso?

Serious business...

Bar Baco...

If he's not there, maybe at My Petite Pony.

You heard that, shithead?

Find El Callegüeso before midnight.

Do you get what we're gambling here? If you don't make it in time...

They'll kill you.

And you too, kid.

Go now.

El Callegüeso...

Salsa singer, sax player, and dealer of memories of the future.

Good morning.

He's 150 years old, but looks 43...

Time doesn't pass for him since he won a bet against La Flaca.

He's The Black Mamba's singer, always dressed in white...

...with a straw hat.

He's always late to his gigs...

But his band is a powerhouse of, check this out...

Pure salsa.

And this story revolves around his concert.

I know I'll get kicked out...

Give me two minutes!

I just need to clarify something with La Flaca!

It's life or death!

Flaca! Flaca!

So...

How'd it go?

To surrender ourselves, pray for luck...

...or may death bless us.

Claudio Monet is one of the people I'm meant to guard.

But today is the last day we'll meet.

Today is a special day,

because today Monet will die....

...but he doesn't know that yet.

She warns you.

"A warned soldier doesn't die in war"

Trafficked by El Callegüeso from the Floating Islands of Bangladesh.

Cassiopea?

Calliope?

Talk to me, muses.

Who goes first?