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This episode has scenes about suicidal thoughts.

Viewer discretion is advised.

When I was nine years old, Benito Juárez died.

My hamster.

My dad dug a hole under the trampoline,

and while he buried his stiff body, I remember thinking,

"What a drag,

someday I'll die and will never live again."

But as Luzita, my grandma, says,

"Man proposes but God disposes."

I WOULD RATHER DIE

This is Mr. Rodríguez.

If he scares you now, you should have seen him alive.

MINI-MARKET RODRÍGUEZ

This is Cris, she's the sister I never had.

She likes metal and horror.

In elementary school, she got diplomas for not making kids cry.

My mom says we're just atoms.

And that God doesn't exist.

Mr. Rodríguez is a pervert.

Is that all?

But he sells the best strawberry popsicles in Mendoza.

Touch him again and I'll kill you.

I'll introduce myself. I'm Archie Pérez.

Sugar addict and a straight-A student.

Okay,

the highest score

was Mr. Archibaldo Pérez's.

No straight As in romance or making friends.

Or anything that has to do with talking to other people.

You had the lowest score.

You'll have to retake the test.

She's...

Brenda.

I don't know where to begin with Brenda.

I've liked her ever since I was little.

The clips on her hair,

her taste in patches, the fact that she likes Kill Bill.

I love Kill Bill.

That guy is Domingo.

She's been her boyfriend since fourth grade.

He knows I love Brenda, and he wants to kick my ass for it.

But guess what? They're on a break now.

-Hi, Bren. -Hi, Archie.

Congrats on your test.

-It's fine. -I don't even study anymore.

Mr. Alba's Literature test is... impossible.

I'm sure you studied a lot, right?

A whole lot.

No, I was just lucky.

I wanted to ask if you needed help with your test.

Are you going to Domingo's party on Friday?

Didn't he send the invite?

Not to me.

Yes.

I don't think I can go.

You should go out with us more.

Besides, tomorrow is my grandma Luzita's birthday.

Fun.

Yes, so exciting.

Archie!

Sorry.

Bye.

Brenda likes men.

Men who went through puberty.

Cool, thanks.

I'm trying to help you expand your horizons, okay?

I don't want you to graduate a virgin.

Dude.

Everyone knows who's a virgin in fifth.

I swear it's not by choice.

Okay, wimpy. See you... never.

What's up, Killer?

What's up?

Man, Brenda's cool, huh?

I heard she invited you to my party on Friday.

Don't come.

Okay?

Okay.

Killer.

That's been my nickname since I was little over a stupid thing.

But I'll tell you about it later.

I couldn't do anything against Domingo.

Everyone knew his dad was a drug dealer.

Right now, I need to relax.

With a little sugar.

Hey!

"Ingredients: water, juice, strawberry."

Oh, yeah, we're back in here.

No way! No!

No, no!

I don't usually play the hero.

But I did a favor to the kids in Mendoza,

and locked the pervert monster up.

-What's up, Archie? -What's up, Leopoldo?

How's it going?

Well, I haven't been able to break any boards,

but I guess I've gotten used to it.

No, bro.

I mean the Cris thing.

You guys are buddies, right?

What's with Cris?

No, wait.

Look.

Domingo!

We need to talk.

What's up?

Did you send this?

No way.

No, man, no clue what you're talking about.

Your issue is with me, not with Cris.

Leave her alone.

Nope.

What?

No, man. What're you gonna do about it?

-What's your problem? -Stop.

-What's up, man? -Grab this.

Why did you do that shit?

I know what you're thinking.

I should go to the hospital.

That's what I thought.

But I was late for my grandma Luzita's birthday.

And if you think Domingo is tough,

you haven't met my aunt Dolores.

Archibaldo, it's Luzita's birthday.

-Yes, I just-- -Have you seen the time?

-I couldn't-- -Look at you!

Go get changed.

Okay.

What happened to your face?

I hit myself.

What am I going to do with you?

I don't know.

Go, brush your hair.

Yes.

This kid...

Man, I called you seven times, why didn't you answer?

Sorry, I was on detention until 7:00 because of the fight.

Fucking Domingo.

Gross, why are you sweating so much?

Hey, we need to talk.

Okay, about what?

Your eye is red and you're--

About the picture.

I sent it to Miguel.

We made out at Brenda's party, remember?

I don't mind, you don't have to protect me.

I don't care.

Bolillo!

Kids, dinner's ready!

What happened to you?

Mr. Rodríguez bit me.

What?

CONGRATULATIONS LUZITA

-Let's pray. -Yes.

Lord, thank you for this food.

Bless the hands who cooked them,

and bless our dear Luzita

who is celebrating one more year on your Earth.

-Amen. -Amen.

Amen.

Archie, are you okay?

It tastes horrible.

Well, sorry if the food I so lovingly prepared

for Luzita's birthday is not up to your standards.

I didn't mean it like that.

Archibaldo!

Sorry, I...

Excuse me.

What's happening?

I'm so sorry.

Continue.

It's all good.

Okay, let me try to explain how it feels

to turn into a dead man, or whatever.

I swear I do my best.

God, our Lord, will repay you, Lola.

Imagine getting your blood replaced with acid.

Then you jump into a pool of cushions, but it's full of hot nails.

I'm so tired.

But I won't let him ruin Luzita's birthday.

-No. -No.

Then, they drown you in a boiling pool of water.

But no matter how much you want to,

you just can't die.

Hey, Mrs. Dolores.

Is it okay if I go upstairs and check on him?

Thanks, honey.

Excuse me.

This is so good.

-Thanks. -It's delicious.

Archie?

Man!

Archie?

Archie, are you okay?

Man, you look like shit.

Fucker! You scared me, asshole!

What's up? What's going on with you?

Can you talk?

I think so.

We have to go to a hospital.

I can smell your blood.

What?

Bolillo.

My blood smells like Bolillo?

No way, why does he look so yummy?

Why did they call him Bolillo?

I love bolillo bread.

Archibaldo!

Okay, we need to leave.

You need to go to a hospital.

Right now.

Nope, not the hospital.

I know you hate doctors,

but you look bad, you look really bad.

Yesterday, after school,

I went to Mr. Rodríguez's mini-market for a popsicle,

but... he tried to eat me.

That guy's always trying to eat you.

Literally eat me.

The man... he wasn't human.

He was like...

Like the 28 Days Later zombies.

I hurt him and locked him up, he's still there,

alive...

or dead, I don't know.

-Archie, come on. -Look. Listen.

Archibaldo!

He bit my leg.

This is how you become a fucking zombie.

If Dolores sees me, she'll take me to a hospital.

And if this is what I think it is,

it's only the beginning.

All right...

You're taking me to the mini-market right now.

Once we confirm you're having a psychotic break,

-we'll go to the hospital. -Go to the hospital.

Archibaldo.

Archibaldo.

Come on.

Archie, open the door right now.

Archibaldo!

Run, man.

I'm fine. Let's go.

Archie.

What?

-No way! No way! What do I do? -I don't know.

-What the fuck do I do? -I don't know!

Man, don't do that. Don't do that.

-Cris, help me. -What?

Actually, I hardly feel it.

Okay, listen, I need you to help me get it out.

Cris, please.

Okay.

On three.

One, two...

-Wait! -Three!

-No way! -Archibaldo!

Let's go.

You're not dead.

I know.

How the fuck are you not dead?

I don't know.

You should be dead!

Him too.

Last night, the fucker tried to kill me,

but I blocked the door with stuff and...

he stumbled and...

This guy should have bled to death.

Believe me now?

Let's go.

What are you doing?

If what you say is true, we can't leave him like this.

So, you...

You want to kill him?

Yes, genius.

That shit's homicide.

Not if the fucker's dead.

Look at him, man.

Shouldn't we check for a pulse or something?

Seriously?

Okay, but don't be rough.

"Don't be rough?"

Man, I'm about to crack his head open with a bat.

Don't make him suffer.

-"Don't make him suffer"? -Okay!

Okay, go ahead, then.

Look, we'll lock up, and we'll both go to the junkyard.

My dad's away, so...

We can come back tomorrow and decide...

what we'll do next, okay?

Fuck.

I can't.

Cris...

Archie?

Archie, you're scaring me.

Archie. Archie, look at me. It's me.

Archie.

Archie, stop it.

Archie, it's me, Cris.

Archie?

Let's go.

It's not a five-star hotel, but...

It's great.

Mr. Rodríguez was a literal zombie. A proper one.

Like George Romero, but you were like--

I know.

I'm something else.

Why?

No fucking clue.

Cris, a while back, at the mini-market...

That wasn't me.

I mean, it was me,

but I wasn't thinking like myself.

I don't know, I feel like

at any moment, I can become

one of those things,

like Mr. Rodríguez.

Hopefully, without the pedophile thing.

Cris, promise me that if anything--

Archie, it won't come to that.

Okay?

Are you sure you don't want to sleep with me in the trailer?

Nope, don't want to wake up in the night and gut you alive.

Sure, all right.

I better lock you up.

Don't do anything stupid.

Good night.

A fucking living dead.

Believe it or not, I had already considered that possibility,

but I always thought once they bit you, you'd just die,

and wake up as a brain-eating beast.

I never thought it would be gradual.

But well,

as long as I still think like a person, there's something clear.

I won't wait until I become Mr. Rodríguez.

I don't want to carry the blame for the world coming to an end.

But before I jump into the grinder like a hero,

and become 130 pounds of ground zombie meat...

There are several thing I want to do.

I have no time to waste.

Domingo!

Wait a minute.

Hi, Dom.

What's up, Bren?

Come in. What can I get you?

LOCAL POLICE

It's Mrs. Dolores' kid.

They call him "Killer."

-Killer? -Yes.

They say he tried to kill someone as a kid.

Boss, I set up teams to look for him around here.

Sure, the kid ran away from home,

he'll surely be one block away.

He won't be here?

What about his mom?

Dolores.

His aunt.

I swear this kid's always getting in trouble.

Like his mom.

He attracts bad things.

-He jumped from there? -Yes.

The kid took the hit.

Send this to the lab.

Yes, boss.

Peña, call Chito, tell him I won't make it.

-I don't have coverage. -Yes, boss.

I have a feeling this will get complicated.

What did you do, Archie?

In Mexico:

If you have suicidal thoughts, there's help available: Saptel

Outside of Mexico: Look for help in local support groups.