Desierto Page #2

Okay.

Let's go.

Move back!

Please... Help me.

Listen.

I'm sorry for the guy

you were with.

I barely knew him.

My parents hired him

to help me cross the border.

That a**hole did

awful things to me.

But he didn't deserve

to die like that.

No one deserved to die like max.

I didn't even want to come.

My parents forced me to,

They say our town

is very dangerous.

That I'd be safer here.

If only they knew

what things are like here.

I have a sun

waiting for me in Oakland'

I had already applied...

"for my residence visa.

One day, a cop stopped me

because of a broken headlight.

One thing led to another....

and I ended up

in a Detention Center'

Just before I got deported,

my son came to visit and...

he gave me this teddy bear...

to take care of me

when they sent me back m Mexico.

I told him that...

that I would get it back to him.

My wife told me...

not to tell that to my son...

not to make empty promises.

She said I never keep

my promises'

That I would take this opportunity

to disappear.

No f***ing way.

I don't want to disappear.

You know about cars, don't you'?

Why?

The gringo is over there!

Where?

Over there.

Let's steal his truck.

But first we have

to get rid of the dog.

I'll take care of the dog.

I'll just need your teddy bear.

Come on!

He's coming!

Wait!

Got it!

There it is!

Let's go!

What did I tell you?

I'll drive you straight to Chicago!

F***ing gringos, kiss my ass!

Hang on.

Hang on tight!

Wait. Hold on!

Enough! I can't do this anymore.

I can't... I don't feel good.

Let's stop here and rest a little.

Okay! Here you go.

It's okay. It's okay.

I'm gonna have

to leave you here.

You can't walk.

I have to leave you here.

If I stay, we'll both die.

If you leave, he will kill me.

He'll kill me too.

And I have a son.

Don't leave me here'

I don't want to die alone, please.

Forgive me. Keep the water.

Goddammit.

Over here!

Help!

Help me!

Somebody help me!

F***ing gringo,

don't you ever get tired?

You killed them all!

As if we were animals!

Son o! a hitch.

You're a son of a b*tch!

Let the desert kill you.

Come.

Come on, let's go.

Just one last push.

We're almost there.

We're almost there.

The highway is right there.

One last push.

Carry on.

Come on, carry on.

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