Fajardo.
Nicolás Fajardo, right?
They told me he was dead.
As dead as a man can be.
Yes, sir, and that's better for everyone, including himself.
Could you clarify that?
Look, I've been working here for years and I've seen all kinds of lunatics,
but that man was...
Shit...
-Look... -Well, it's clear now.
You're fucking Cervantes.
What I mean is, that man was living a fucking hell.
Do you understand now?
We need everything you have on him.
No way.
-I'm not authorized. -Someone's life is at stake.
I'm not authorized to do that.
Well, it turns out, darling,
that I am authorized to arrest you
for dealing drugs taken from this facility's pharmacy.
Hurry up, sweetie.
I don't have all night.
Is he also a gay from Grindr?
I really don't know.
I was bluffing.
Are you okay?
Do you think I'll end up like that?
Don't be ridiculous.
If you only knew...
You're not that crazy, sweetie. You are...
insufferable.
Very insufferable.
Thank you.
Nicolás Fajardo. Here it is.
RED QUEEN
A DECISION
I AM NOT A BAD PERSON I AM NOT WEAK
"Sexual abuse. Beatings. "
"Self-harm. Haloperidol. "
"He shows many symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder. "
"He speaks openly about the abuse he was subjected to by his father. "
"Bipolar personality. "
I AM NOT A BAD PERSON
"For now we see only a reflection, as in a mirror.
"Then we shall see face to face. "
Carla...
Carla!
Sandra.
What's going on?
Can you hear him?
He's nervous.
When he's nervous, he comes for me.
But, are you going to try?
Are you afraid, Carla?
No.
Of course not.
I think you are.
No.
I'm with you, Sandra.
I'm with you until the end.
Are you with me?
Do we make a good team?
Sandra!
The taxi's license is fake.
-I knew it. What else have you got? -We traced the license plate number.
It matches the car Fajardo's daughter killed herself with.
Or where Fajardo killed her.
No.
"Children pay for the sins of their parents. "
We know about Fajardo's childhood.
But what was his daughter's childhood like?
Thank you very much. Can you get me Parra's location?
I'm on it.
Fajardo is crazy, but he's very smart.
Someone like him would have buried the driver's body.
He would have made the Cayenne disappear
and he wouldn't have left his fingerprint on the taxi.
Too many mistakes.
They're not mistakes.
Hi, handsome.
No shit. We're on our way.
Will you tell me where we're going?
-Do you mind not talking to me? -Jon.
Jon!
How does it feel, Toñi?
I have news.
Relevant news?
There's nothing more relevant than love.
Not in a situation like this.
You'll see I'm right.
Smarty-pants.
They fired your ass just like that?
It was a shitty job.
We got you into trouble, boy.
Look, I want to help you.
You were right.
About...
About everything you said.
I want you to see something.
Aida, do you mind?
Come.
Thank you.
It's from the same night.
That's our taxi.
Yes, it is.
And now...
Look.
Holy shit!
Didn't you want to know who the driver was?
I have to go.
Hey.
Will you call me?
I hope you like kokotxas.
-Since I met you, I'm fucking even less. -Put your seatbelt on and call Parra.
Where are we going?
To the countryside. We have the location.
We may still make it in time.
In time for what?
FATTY
Fucking snitch!
The fatty seems to like you.
-Straight to voicemail. -Parra, don't go inside! It's a trap!
Police!
Go, go, go!
Police, freeze!
Carla! Carla Ortiz!
We're here!
One-bravo-nine, right flank.
Go, go, go!
Explain it to me as if I were Forrest Gump.
She wasn't refueling.
The screen on the pump didn't change.
The taxi runs on gasoline.
She went to the diesel pump because there's a camera.
-She wanted to be seen. -And?
Carla Ortiz! We're here!
Go, go, go!
Carla! Carla Ortiz!
In here!
We have to sweep the place! Go, go!
Clear!
-Clear! -Carla!
Here! I'm in here!
Carla! Carla Ortiz!
In here!
Murr-ma.
Meaning to walk underwater seeking something with your feet.
Is that how you feel now?
Find a better way to say it.
Clear!
-Carla Ortiz! -Carla, let us know if you're here!
Help me, please!
Area clear! Area clear!
Bravo-nine, upstairs!
Someone help me, please! I'm in here!
-This area is clear! -Downstairs, let's go downstairs!
Antonia, tell me what the fuck is going on.
Unit one coming down. I repeat, unit one coming down.
Empty!
Clear!
The area is clear!
Fajardo faked his own death to be free, without any contact.
And now, Fajardo pretends to be the prophet Ezekiel,
a prophet who had visions.
It's not like it's the first time I've seen someone thinking.
Álvaro's body was brought to La Finca and put on display like in a store window.
She does something else.
The woman in the taxi helps him with the kidnappings.
She called Parra so they would find the taxi with Fajardo's fingerprints.
The taxi from the kidnappings.
The vehicle that Fajardo's daughter used to kill herself.
They've been fooling us from the beginning, Jon.
Fajardo's daughter didn't kill herself. She faked her death, just like her dad.
Fajardo's daughter is his accomplice.
Faster, Antonia! Floor it!
Help!
Clear!
Go, go, go!
The area is clear!
Clear!
I'm here!
Go, go, go!
Hands where I can see them.
I'm here! Help me, please!
What are you waiting for?
Don't you like being a bad boy?
Turn around.
I said turn around!
In here, please! I'm Carla Ortiz!
I said turn around!
FROM MADRID TO HEAVEN
It's a trap.
Everybody out!
It's a bomb!
Help!
Dad, it's your turn.
Prove it to me.
-Are you hurt? -My leg.
I got you. Can you walk?
We've lost a lot of men! We need help!
I can't move!
Help, please! We're in here!
Parra!
Shit!
Hold on!
Don't fucking die now!
Come on, Parra!
-Hold on! -Find Sanjuán.
Let's go, let's go! Over here!
Outside! Be careful!
Sandra!
Sandra, are you there? Sandra!
Sandra!
Are you there?
Sandra.
Sandra!
-Did you hear that? -Yes. What happened?
They were trying to find you.
-What? -But they failed.
And now they're all dead.
No. My dad will pay. He has to pay.
Maybe. There's still time.
Time?
Is there a deadline?
Hey!
Sandra!
Is there a deadline?
Sandra?
You're out. Open up! Sandra, open the door!
Again! Try again!
Are you laughing?
Why aren't you?
You're with Ezequiel.
I'm not with Ezequiel.
I am Ezequiel.
You stink.
Who is he?
He's Fajardo.
He's a bit sad now, but he'll get over it.
I don't understand.
I know. You're right.
I won't lie, sometimes Dad is not up to the task.
By that I don't mean he's weak.
You saw what he did to your driver and your horse.
My poor Maggie.
"Maggie, Maggie... "
Of course. Your driver's death is less painful, right?
Hey, hey, hey.
Don't strain yourself, sweetie.
The water Dad gave you has drugs in it.
And yes, Dad sometimes... can get soft.
But that's where I come in. I'm way smarter than him.
And much more consistent.
And from time to time, I have to show him some affection.
-No. -Yes!
-It can't be. -You heard us, right?
-No. -Yes.
It can't be...
Yes.
Of course it can be.
We're a very close family.
I bet you'd love to have the same relationship with your dad.
Hey. Breathe.
Why are you doing this?
Pedagogy.
You're no better than us, Carla Ortiz.
Think about it.
The bomb needed a huge amount of chlorine, Jon.
That purchase may be tracked. Grab my tablet. I'll tell you my password.
C4E6
CF3D53D4.
The first seven moves of the Fischer-Spassky final in Helsinki.
Fuck you, Antonia Scott.
What?
I said I love you.
Have you unlocked it?
Who is Mr. White?
That doesn't concern you.
It doesn't concern me, my ass.
There hasn't been a day in the past three years
-you haven't spent hours gathering info. -That's private, Jon.
Let me get this straight.
You trust me...
to protect that skinny ass of yours.
I trust you to drive from memory through a dirt road
and at 300 km per hour on a highway.
We trust each other
to walk into a house filled with explosives, and...
This is private?
No, Antonia.
No more secrets.
Either you trust me completely,
or I'm walking out the door.
I want you to come with me.
That's your son, isn't he?
How did you know?
He looks sad, like you.
I don't look sad. It must be because I haven't slept.
You always look sad.
He's very handsome.
Come on.
Come on!
Yes!
Why are they jumping on him?
Because he just scored a goal, Antonia.
You really think he looks sad?
Don't overthink it.
He's better off without me.
Are you going to tell me now?
I don't know what to say.
I see a lot of bodies of fellow officers. Have them come quickly to evacuate.
Let's go. Come with me.
It had to be done, Dad.
They were police officers.
What kind of police officers?
Justice or money. To God or to Caesar. You always say that.
You can't serve two masters.
And they're not your colleagues anymore.
Look at them!
You should be proud.
25,000 documents, and you don't know anything about him?
I don't know his face,
I don't know his real name, or his nationality.
I just know Mr. White is like me.
He has a terrible taste for food?
No.
He's very intelligent.
As intelligent as you?
More.
More?
Is that even possible?
It is possible.
But he uses his intelligence for a very different purpose.
To do evil?
Evil is a childish concept.
Sorry.
I...
I think he's much more than that.
I can follow his trail because...
Because even someone like him leaves a trace.
But I can't prove he exists.
Mentor thinks I suffer from persecution complex.
He's real, Jon.
-He tried to kill me. -Right.
And left your husband like that.
I couldn't accept it. I was in bad shape, I was...
I was in really bad shape.
And my father took Jorge's custody from me.
Your father is an asshole.
He doesn't see it like that.
Would you leave a child under my care?
I've put my life in your hands, Antonia.
You're a weirdo.
Big news.
Shall we go?
Let's go.
Excuse me! Can you turn it up, please?
A huge commotion.
Who are the people we've seen in this footage?
Let's find out.
The person getting slapped is Detective Parra.
He's leading the investigation into Ramón Ortiz's daughter's kidnapping.
And the one slapping him is a cop with a shady past.
Shady? Could you elaborate?
His name is Jon Gutiérrez.
He's been sanctioned recently for tampering with evidence.
But I think the one calling the shots is his companion.
The one who is a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Who is a cop too.
-Not officially. -No?
The deep state is called deep for a reason.
Grays. You can't tell if they're confidants, if they're cops.
-Mentor blocked me. -Antonia...
-Wait, we need to talk. -Don't touch me.
-Don't say anything. The keys. -You shouldn't drive. You're too agitated.
Give me the keys.
Well... I don't have mine with me today.
That's too bad. I wanted to blend in. Because being so pretty and so stylish...
DO NOT ENTER
Recognition failed. Access denied.
I need to talk to Mentor. Top priority.
Access denied.
This is ridiculous! I need to talk to Mentor.
I know you're watching.
There's no need to put on another show.
What is the meaning of this?
It means you're no longer the Red Queen.
We can still save Carla Ortiz.
You should've thought about that before.
Not only have you put the organization in danger,
but your results have also been disappointing.
Give me another chance. That's all I ask.
Don't make this harder. It's very simple.
You would never jump into the water.
I don't understand.
When I asked Jon the question about the oil tanker,
he said he would've jumped to save the survivors.
This conversation is starting to sound ridiculous. Let's not do that.
Not us.
And one more thing.
Jon knew that that grotesque journalist was after you.
-He didn't tell you, did he? -That's not true.
Goodbye, Antonia.
No! Mentor--
He can't do this.
Don't just stand there watching.
At least say something.
You were so certain that your dad would pay.
Aren't you curious to know what I asked him for?
He'll give you anything you ask.
He won't let me die here.
He must love you very much. Let's see how much.
How would you know what loving a child is?
If you think about it, having a child isn't that nice.
It's a bit gross, even.
Something that comes out of your pussy and talks.
Shut up already.
I asked your father to give a public statement.
No, I don't want his money.
I want him to talk a bit.
To tell the world about your workshops.
That's stupid.
I can show you the documents about the workshops anytime.
Actually, I asked him to talk about one of them.
Do you remember the Pakistani Trade Union leader?
You fucking bitch.
No, I'm not that bad. Sure, sometimes I lose my mind a bit...
but I have good intentions. I want you to look into a mirror.
And I'm that mirror.
Are you here to ask for forgiveness?
I'm sorry.
How long have you known?
Since I slapped Parra.
I saw him recording with his cell phone.
Why did you hide it from me?
I was afraid of your reaction.
Afraid and ashamed.
I couldn't find the right time.
The right time has passed.
I want you to leave.
Will you keep investigating?
I'm not the Red Queen anymore.
You are to me.
That's no longer my concern.
-Antonia, I-- -Please, leave! I don't want to see you.
Can you stop making that noise?
Where did you go last night?
I don't have to explain myself to you, Dad.
PRIVATE NUMBER
No.
Hello?
Tell me.
No problem.
So that Mentor guy is ignoring you too?
-Like I was shit. -Hey!
Did I teach you to speak like that?
You should listen to yourself when you break something.
I don't know what you're talking about.
That's one of the phrases we hear the most as police officers.
Are you going to keep being an officer?
I don't know.
I guess they'll start proceedings and...
my career will be over.
If you can call it a career, that is.
You'll find something.
You're worth a lot, Jon.
A lot.
Can you believe that what hurts me the most is...
having lost that lunatic?
I know. That girl is experiencing a lot of suffering.
She trusted me and I failed her.
Shit, Ma.
I do everything wrong.
What a messy son you had to raise, huh?
Your problem is you never do anything in a calculated way.
You do everything from the heart. And if you did it any other way,
I'd be ashamed of you.
There's only one thing you do wrong, son.
-Let's hear it. -Choosing presents.
Don't tell me you don't like it.
Not a bit.
Now clean yourself up, get all dressed up, and do what you have to do.
That kidnapped girl must be rescued!
Otherwise, they'll kill her, you dummy!
Get to work! We don't want bums in this house.
Aren't we allowed to feel at least some self-pity in this house?
Against sloth...
-Yes, diligence. -... diligence.
You're leaving again.
Where to?
You're not ready to know.
Don't you trust me?
I will when you deserve it.
Who am I?
You're burying me again.
Tell me where you're going.
What did I say earlier?
-You don't have to explain yourself to me. -No.
I told you to stop whistling that shitty song.
I can't help it.
You can't help it.
That's your problem.
You can't?
Come on, that's enough.
It's over.
Forgive me.
Forgive me. I'm not a bad person.
I know. That's your problem. You are not.
I just don't want you to leave me again.
I don't like it when people leave me either.
I will always...
be with you.
You hear me?
Always.
Good morning, my love.
A word in Arabic today.
Yo'burnee, Marcos.
I know you didn't like it, but it's a nice word.
It means...
"I want you to be the one who buries me. "
I buried my mom already. I don't want to bury you.
Wake up, please.
Wake up, Marcos, please.
Wake up.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD
May I come in?
I'm never going to get rid of you.
These pastries have opened many doors for me.
Put them there.
Shall I leave you two alone?
Please.
How are you?
What do you think?
Well, messed the fuck up, right?
Can you pass me that thing to pee in?
Don't get too excited, fatty.
You're a real asshole.
I've been told that your silk tie has been completely ruined.
Fucking smoke.
And I've been told you shouldn't talk too much.
Thanks for coming.
I was passing by.
I should have answered your call, right?
You wouldn't have listened anyway, Parra.
I owe you one, Gutiérrez.
No.
In the house,
before everything blew up in the air...
I saw a map of Madrid's underground.
There was a marked spot.
A marked spot where?
Where, Parra?
I don't remember.
I'm sorry.
Sanjuán's casket was closed during his funeral.
I want you to find that son of a bitch.
And kill him.
Will you do it?
Good morning. How can I help you?
Excuse me. Where are you going?
Please, I have a son. Please!
Don't hurt the children.
BASED ON THE NOVEL 'RED QUEEN' BY JUAN GÓMEZ-JURADO
Translated by
Creative Supervisor