My dad...
Ready?
We flee death,
and we give ourselves to death.
We flee death, and we give ourselves to death.
We flee death,
and we give ourselves to death.
We flee death,
and we give ourselves to death.
We flee death,
and we give ourselves to death.
Miguel, how's it going?
It's okay.
I just can walk a little...
Come in, come in.
Bring it over here!
Hey, boy! Come here!
Yeah, you.
Make yourself useful.
How are we doing today, Don Oliverio?
Dr. Nuñez, please excuse my language,
but I feel like shit.
I'm not a doctor.
I'm a pharmacist.
And my name is Alejandro.
I won't be here much longer. Don Alejandro.
You should consider
saving the meds.
Not today.
Maybe tomorrow.
- Maybe tomorrow. Who knows. - Yeah.
Okay...
Hey! Focus!
The water is even dirtier than the bandages.
Come. We have to take care of something.
- Where... - Close the door!
You're welcome.
We need water.
What? No welcome?
What do you have for me?
You know the drill. Whatever fits into the cart.
- The deal are two. - Not anymore.
Come.
Leave him alone, you bastard!
- Damn! - Leave him!
He want's to fuck with us!
You son of a bitch!
Bring me the machete. Explain to him what will happen.
Do you know what will happen?
We cut your hands of.
What's he saying?
Is this your sister in there?
If you don't let him go we'll take our business elsewhere.
I'll give him ten seconds.
The pharmacy is empty. It's all gone.
It will be enough for two weeks at most.
She needs it.
You son of a bitch!
If she doesn't get the stuff
you'll have no choice but killing her.
She needs oxy.
We have oxy.
If you want more oxy
then we want another cart of water.
Another one.
I am sorry.
We flee death,
and we give ourselves to death.
Yes, Lord.
They say the Lord created the world
and that we owe Him our lives.
But that's not true.
Life is a breath between two deaths.
And this is where life ends.
Our parents, brothers, friends and neighbors...
- They leave. - Their time has come.
The great pilgrimage of souls,
the great migration of the dead has begun.
- But what about us? - Not us.
They thought we were dead already.
We know the dead. He won't take us.
We won't follow him.
This world belongs to us,
the believers, the chosen ones, the bereaved.
We already died and we're not afraid anymore.
We are the children of resurrection.
We flee death,
and we give ourselves to death.
But never...
...will we go away.