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S.O.Z: SOLDIERS OR ZOMBIES

No, he wasn't.

He just wouldn't die!

It's that drug people use to feel invincible.

No, it wasn't drugs!

- He was like a monster. - It's the same thing.

You're not listening to me!

Son, you need to understand...

everyone has a price.

Not Dog.

- The Apostles got to him. - No.

It hurts, but we have to accept it.

We just have to accept it.

Fuck, man.

Where's Dog?

There's no more Dog.

Dog is a monster!

What?

Those fucking Apostles.

A monster!

Let's go.

I don't know.

Lucas.

Of course, man.

You know what I remember?

Someone once told me how they loved

being in the desert because it was very clean.

I think you misunderstood our agreement.

It's simple.

You help me find Marroquín, and we kill him.

No funny business.

If we can't find him,

I'll put a bullet in your head and it'll be cleaner than the desert.

And if I don't, Marroquín will when he finds you.

No, how about we do this instead?

I kill you, kill that fucker, then take off.

You don't write the future, fucking gringo.

Who's helping him? Who?

You know Marroquín doesn't trust anyone.

- Everyone trusts someone. - No.

It's a human weakness.

Give me a fucking name!

Okay, enough, man!

His cousin, man! His cousin!

- Wrong. He only has a son. - No.

They grew up together.

He saved his life, and when they got older,

Marroquín changed his name to protect him. That's it.

Bullshit.

No! Do you think I'm stupid?

I can't kill Marroquín on my own. I know.

As long as he's alive, I'm a dead man.

We need each other, and you know it.

Stop it, asshole!

If we have to work together, this can't be one-sided.

Get your fucking gun out of my face!

Put it down, fucker! Now!

You're gonna fire a bullet, blondie.

You can really throw a punch!

You see?

Don't be a dick. Come over to the car.

Come on, man.

Look.

We have to go from the middle of this fucking ass hole,

to the tip of the fucking dick.

Really fucking far.

Man!

Fucking idiot.

Really, boss? Dog?

He was more loyal than a real dog.

He had this look like...

Like the Devil possessed him.

It's the fucking money.

If the Apostles know we're here...

- No. - The authorities will come soon.

I told you, man.

They knew we were here.

We have to leave.

No way. Not until Dávila gets here.

And that reporter too, right?

And the reporter too.

Sometimes, a camera is more effective than a bullet.

The reporter, he says.

Dad!

Dad, are you okay?

I'm fine!

Go to the nurse's office and get some gauze, bandages and alcohol.

Look.

Why did she dress like that?

If only Catholic nuns looked like that.

Shut up!

I'm fine.

Don't cry.

Save those tears for your first heartbreak.

- Have a good flight. - Thank you.

Excuse me, sister.

- Come here. - Let me go.

- Let me go! - It pisses me off

that you decided to travel without telling me.

It pisses me off when people don't brush their teeth.

You think you're pretty badass.

If I want, I can make you disappear.

You'll wake up in a brothel in Thailand.

Take me seriously,

or else the devil inside me will come out.

Remember I can...

be your best friend, in every way.

It's up to you, sweetheart.

You're disgusting.

Sister, are you okay?

A man over there was bothering me.

Don't worry.

Come with us.

You're making a big mistake.

Lilia, I'll see you in Thailand!

Keep walking!

Look at that.

I didn't know you could draw.

How could you know?

I should, right?

I should know everything.

Is that your monster?

Yes.

I saw more of them when I was flying the drone.

- Just like that one? - Yes.

How many were they?

Not that many.

You heard him. Let's go.

No, I'll go.

Yes, go with the others.

How do you want them?

Alive.

We need to ask them some questions.

Got it.

SILVER CITY AIRPORT TEXAS, UNITED STATES

Lilia Acal Prado?

I'm Dr. Dávila.

What happened to your neck?

The sun. I sat by the window.

This way, please.

May I?

No one followed you, right?

I'm not new to this.

The sun, huh? Looks like you had to fight an altar boy.

Put your cell phone in here.

I need it.

When Marroquín says it's okay, I'll give it back.

Put this over your head.

No.

It's an interview, not a kidnapping.

Okay.

The next flight out leaves in two hours.

Go with God, sister.

Give me that.

You can take it off now.

No. Don't take that off.

It's comforting.

What kind of doctor are you?

I specialize in lost souls, sister.

With friends like yours, you must have a lot of work.

So? What are we doing here?

- Are you sure no one followed you? - I'm sure.

Then it's one of two things.

You're not as good as you think, or you're a liar.

I'm no liar!

Someone's been following us since we left the airport.

Get out and lie down by the side of the road.

When the other car comes, don't move. Play dead.

- What car? - The one that's coming. Go!

Who the fuck are you?

I live around here!

Do you know him?

I live nearby!

He works for Contreras.

That's what happens when you don't do your job.

Esteban!

Dad. It's okay, Dad.

I'm here.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Who's there?