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S.O.Z: SOLDIERS OR ZOMBIES

We've driven through here.

Three or four times.

There's nothing here.

Shit!

A coyote?

Get the flashlight.

What did you see?

What if Lucas was right?

What if it's a monster?

Marroquín!

Look at that.

Looking after me as if you were the dad.

You're the expert here.

I had no one to learn from.

Hey, don't leave so soon.

You're always in a hurry, like your mother.

When you get mad, you pout just like her.

I dream of her.

I miss her too, buddy. Believe me.

But life goes on for the living.

Otherwise, who will remember the dead.

Mom told me that before Grandma died.

There are only two Marroquíns left.

And their mission is to remember Mom.

Otherwise, who will?

What about Uncle Nico?

What about Uncle Nico?

Is he dead?

Uncle Nico...

Uncle Nico got very sick

and had to be hospitalized.

In a place like this?

No, a better one.

It's like...

like Disneyland for sick people.

Are we ever gonna see him again?

Maybe.

Once this mess we've gotten into is finally over.

We? I didn't get us into anything.

You guys did, okay?

No!

No!

You drive.

What?

What is it?

What did you see?

Fuck! The border patrol!

Fuck!

Die, you piece of shit!

Relax, no one uses this road.

The thing I know about your business is that one death means more will come.

And I don't want to become another statistic.

- Why don't you call Marroquín? - No, no phone calls.

- If you give me my phone, I can call... - No phone calls!

- Just give it to me... - No phone calls. Orders are orders.

Don't yell at me.

First, no one orders me around.

And second, Marroquín is your boss, not mine.

The faster you walk...

the sooner we'll get there.

Hey, I didn't come here to walk.

Doctor!

Doctor, come on! Wait for me.

Fine, okay?

Don't you have an extra weapon? Just in case?

Don't worry, sister.

God will protect you.

Don't be sad, blondie.

Want some chocolate?

No, wait.

Like this. Look.

There you go.

You know I could arrest you for that.

Give me a break, man.

Chocolate bars are bad luck.

Why?

Bad memories.

FOUR YEARS AGO

I'd never snorted as much cocaine as I did that fucking night.

And that bastard was...

as quiet as a lamb.

Hey, has it been 10 minutes?

Seriously...

What's the deal with those assholes? Where are they?

They're really late, aren't they?

What the fuck?

Goddamn it.

Wait until those fucking Argentinians get here, you'll see.

Fucking South American scum.

Calm down, man. Eat your burger.

- You're so skinny, you'll disappear. - Burger?

Who can eat with 200 kilos of merchandise

and a buyer who's 10-minutes late?

In this fucking town, 10 minutes feel like 10 hours.

You know what?

I gotta take the edge off.

Hold on.

I don't know why people like those fucking Argentinians so much,

but once they get here,

I'll give 'em a taste of real Mexican chili pepper.

I'm going for a smoke. Want some chocolate?

Who the fuck wants chocolate?

I just want those assholes to get here, so I can go.

In this business, you know that,

sooner or later, someone is gonna betray you for the money.

He'll want your money,

your merch,

your clients, your women...

But to be betrayed by your own family...

Fuck this shit.

All I can remember

is that fucking vending machine

and that fucking gringo who wouldn't take his eyes off me.

He smiled

and ate chocolate like he was some kind of fucking aristocrat.

That was you, wasn't it? You son of a bitch.

That was you!

I'll take that as a thank you.

You were a goddamn junkie.

Now you look so much better. Chocolate?

Go on. Do it!

You son of a whore!

Listen closely.

The moment you stop paying attention,

I'm gonna smash your fucking face in.

Open your eyes, you idiot.

Your fucking brother-in-law screwed both of us that night.

Be careful!

Step aside. Step aside.

Should we stop him?

Get back.

I asked if you need help, sister.

Father, thank you.

- May the Lord repay you. Thanks. - Get in.

I told you God would protect you.

Father, you can't imagine how we felt.

This road is very dangerous, sister.

- Good evening. - Evening.

What the fuck?

No.

I told you so.

Damn, Chainsaw.

Respect, man.

Respect.

Holy shit!

Alive! We need him alive!

Chainsaw! Get him off of me!

Get him off of me! Help me!

Calm down.

It's me, Dog.

Your buddy.

Calm down, Dog.

Damn, buddy.

Too bad how you ended up, pal.