I...
I didn't want it to end like this.
Dad...
Mom.
Please.
Hello?
Who are you?
My name is Jorge.
You're a child.
I'm scared.
Why are you crying?
RED QUEEN
A DISGUISE
...shocked by the shooting perpetrated by an unidentified woman
at St. Barbara British School.
The Forensic Unit has not yet confirmed the number of victims--
SHAREFIND SHOOTING
Shit...
Come on.
What do we know about the killer?
It was a dark-haired woman dressed in white.
She killed a teacher and two other colleagues.
Are there any kids among the victims?
No, thank God, the kids are all right.
Except for one, who's been abducted.
The British Ambassador's grandson.
-Hurry! -Get the cart now.
-It's Marcos Lorente's room! -Get the cart!
She's getting away!
Hey! Stop!
CHANGING ROOMS
That's her!
-Freeze, police! -Stop right there!
Damn it, Antonia.
Shit.
Lord...
Don't let them get hurt.
Stop!
It means you're no longer the Red Queen.
Call an ambulance, please!
Hey!
Antonia!
Come closer.
Go get Jorge.
Ezequiel and Carla must be underground. Find them.
Hurry!
Police!
Stop!
Are you okay?
-You've unblocked me. -Not for long.
Your phone is being tracked.
I can't turn it off.
-He's going to call me. -Ezequiel?
Give me some time, please.
I went through this with Marcos. I don't want to go through it with my son.
Fifteen minutes. Not a minute longer.
This is for old times' sake and because I like the boy.
But I won't go down with you.
Fifteen, Antonia.
He'll call before that.
Thank you.
There she is!
Come on!
-Are they okay? -Who?
My colleagues in the car.
-Yes. -You're the one who's in trouble.
-You're under arrest. -Big news.
Dispatch, she was seen in the financial district area.
Send more units.
Go, go!
IT'S NOT THAT I'M CRAZY I'VE JUST HAD ENOUGH
-Hello, Antonia. -Ezequiel.
These were not the rules of the game. Let my son go.
You're wrong. This was the game all along.
Children will pay for the sins of their parents.
I want to talk to her.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Yes, you do.
I want to talk to her.
It was her all along.
Sandra?
You know my name! Very smart.
You're Fajardo's daughter.
That's right, Antonia.
-Surprise! Here I am. -It's no surprise.
You never died.
Maybe I did.
This story is about children who die and parents who come back to life.
My son can't die. Give him back to me.
Check over there. I'll go this way.
Poor Antonia.
Now you know what it's like to not feel safe.
It's very simple.
If you don't want him to die,
you'll have to choose, like the other parents.
Choose between what?
Your son's life...
or Carla Ortiz's.
-Didn't you want to save her? -And if I don't choose?
In that case, Jorge would have 30 hours to live.
The same as Carla.
Always so precise, Antonia Scott. So precise.
Yes, but I'm not safe and the police are after me.
If you want me to play by your new rules, I need you to give me something else.
You've got to be strong, Antonia.
Don't forget that. Be strong like me.
"I was built on water.
"My walls are of fire. "
Hey! Freeze!
What's the point in hurting a child?
The same as hurting Carla or Álvaro Trueba.
You always say it, it's your mission.
We have to stop the parents,
and the only way to do it is through their children.
And Jorge Scott is that woman's child.
I don't want to, you hear me? I don't want to!
I don't want to.
-I won't hurt that child, you hear me? -Dad. Dad!
Of course.
You want to protect him, like you protect me.
That woman is threatening me.
Protect me.
Please.
I know you lawyers can't help it, but I don't like you sneaking up on me.
Tell me...
Is it true?
It's been confirmed.
But the police are trying to hide it.
They've been killed.
Almost the entire Anti-Kidnapping Unit, either dead or badly injured.
-Parra too? -He lost his leg. He's in the ICU.
What about his second-in-command?
Ramón,
we need to make a decision.
"We"? I will.
I will make the decision, as always.
If you needed me to sign a document, leave it on my desk.
Now I would like to be alone.
Where is Antonia?
And you are...
I'm the father.
I don't have a father.
I was told that one of your peculiarities is to make unfunny jokes.
Mr. Gutiérrez, I don't think you understand
just how serious this situation is.
Could you hand me the remote, please?
Why are you protecting her?
Why aren't you?
Jorge's been kidnapped.
I'm sure Antonia has something to do with it.
She's been taking meds for years to keep herself under control.
She's not in control of her actions. I know you care about her.
Help me.
If you help me find her, I'll have you released without charges.
Will you also give me a tie as cool as the one you're wearing now?
Don't fool yourself.
She's not your friend.
She has no friends, and you know it.
She thinks she's so much better than the rest of us.
Have pity on a poor cripple and hand me the remote, please.
Everything Antonia touches is ruined.
Her mother died. Her husband's in a coma.
And God knows where Jorge is.
And you are finished.
Sir Peter...
You haven't got a fucking clue of who your daughter is.
Close the door on your way out, please.
Jorge!
Are you there?
Yes.
Are you all right?
My wrists hurt.
They tied me up.
Have they done anything else to you?
No. Nothing else.
Are you afraid of the dark?
My cell isn't dark.
Really?
Do you have a light in there, Jorge?
What do you say we play I spy?
To distract ourselves a bit. Do you want to?
I haven't played since I was little.
With my mom.
What games did you play?
I spy,
word chain,
the duck game... That was my favorite.
I like playing with my son too.
Although I wish we could play more often.
Go on, you start.
I can't because there's no light in here.
Okay. I spy with my little eye...
What do you spy?
Something...
And what is it?
Something starting... with W.
With W...
I don't know what could start with W.
Let's do it the other way around.
I'll say something and you tell me if I'm close.
Okay.
Is there a table?
Some kind of table with a mirror and light bulbs around it.
A dressing table.
Is there a hairbrush?
Yes, and paint.
A makeup brush. Lots of eyelashes. It's gross.
And there are clothes on top of it, all tangled up.
What else is there?
More clothes hanging from a rod.
-What kind of clothes? -I don't know, all sorts of clothes.
Of all kinds.
Are there any tweezers or scissors on the table?
No, nothing like that.
There are only... wigs. That's what the W stands for.
She looked at everything before leaving.
She grabbed some things and put them in a bag.
And she slapped me.
I'd never been hit before.
I want you to do it slowly.
I want to see it.
She must know that she's bleeding to death.
I'll do as you say.
I want her to feel alone.
Why do you insist on this now?
Because the last pair of pants I bought at her store
make my ass look flat. My ass! That's impossible.
What's wrong?
You don't think I'm as good a person as you?
-No, it's not that, but... -I know.
Sometimes you don't recognize me.
What did you expect, Dad, after what you did to me?
That I would come back happy?
That I'd be a normal person?
I'm sorry.
I embraced this shitty mission.
You should be thanking me.
Beautiful. Don't you think?
Are you leaving again?
Where to?
It's not a good idea.
It's the best possible idea.
You really are desperate.
Look.
Turn that off. It's making me nervous.
Follow the instructions. It doesn't need to look nice.
It needs to stop bleeding. So tighten the stitches, please.
All right, it's a tattoo. It's a tattoo. Just a drawing. Okay.
Do it.
Shit, man. No way.
...the superficial plane is closed by first intention.
With a monofilament 3-0 non-absorbable suture...
-Here, I don't want you to scream. -I never take psychoactive substances.
-Almost never. -So you show up at my house
and ask me to stitch you up like it's something I do every day...
I'm afraid I'll hurt you.
-You work with needles. -Not with someone who weighs 50 kilos.
-I won't do it without anesthesia. Period. -What about the side effects?
I'm obsessive.
I could get agitated, have paranoid thoughts or dizziness.
Think about relaxing, laughing, "ha-ha. "
About creative thinking...
Seriously, this numbs the pain, trust me.
Good girl. All right.
And...
I'm actually damn good at this.
And what did she say?
-Jorge. -I don't want to say it.
Jorge, you are my ears.
I need you to tell me what she told him.
She said she wanted you to suffer.
Then he asked her why she behaves like that.
And she answered,
"What did you expect after what you did to me?"
She can't be a good person anymore because of him.
And what else?
Then she left.
He asked her not to leave, but she didn't listen.
She called him... "Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad... "
And he cried and cried.
You know what, Jorge?
I think I've got an idea.
Dad! Dad! Dad!
Dad! Dad!
Dad! Dad! Dad!
Stop shouting!
Who are you calling? Tell me, who?
Leave him alone!
Who do you think he's calling? His dad! Because he's scared, can't you see?
Let him go!
Are you going to rape me too? Right, it's just an act.
Just an act to fool me.
As if this wasn't enough suffering.
Knowing that my father hasn't moved a finger to get me out of here.
I know you're going to kill me.
And I accept that.
But not the boy.
Why would you want to hurt the boy?
I heard the way you talk to him.
With such despair.
Hearing a child cry is horrible.
You don't want that sound in your head, do you?
Let him go.
I know you're a good person.
You're only doing what she tells you to do.
-Your daughter-- -Shut up!
You don't know anything about my daughter.
That joint did you good, right?
Do you live here?
Yes.
After my dad's stroke, I couldn't afford two rents.
At least I don't have to climb stairs.
You'll sleep in that room and I'll take the couch, okay?
But don't get too comfortable. I want to get my life back.
I understand.
So what have you done?
My son's been kidnapped and they're blaming me.
Shit, you...
You've been busy, right?
And why?
I mean, do you have something to do with it?
No.
Actually, I do.
Hey, hey, hey. Are you okay?
That joint really hit you, didn't it?
Well, I'm sure it's been a really bad day, too.
You need to sleep.
No.
I can't sleep. I have 24 hours left.
But if you don't rest, you won't be able to find your kid.
-Antonia? -You're right.
You're right. You're right.
Don't go in.
Why not?
We should've been here ten minutes ago.
We'll pay for that.
-We'll pay as much as we have to. -No!
No. He's still awake?
You know him, Antonia. He didn't want to go to sleep.
-Yeah, he hates it. -Daddy!
-Come here, champ. -Go with Daddy.
So what have you two been doing?
Not much. He crushed me at Pokémon cards.
-Here. -Thanks.
-I'm going to kiss you. -Okay.
Okay, okay!
-Bye. -See you, sweeties.
-Bye, family. -Bye, Cristina. Thank you.
-Hi! Look. -Okay.
And now Daddy.
-She forgot her sweater. -Oh.
I'll go. See if you can get him to sleep.
-Come! -There we go.
I'm not going to sleep.
Antonia!
Jorge! Honey, look at me!
Are you okay? Jorge, look at me!
It's okay, sweetie. Don't move.
Marcos!
Marcos! Marcos! Marcos!
Marcos!
Marcos! Marcos!
Marcos!
Jorge!
No! No! Please!
Please!
Please, no!
Please! Please!
Jorge! Go to your room!
Keep crying, Antonia.
You can do it.
Mom, please help me.
Look around you, Antonia.
You can't stay in the dark.
Follow me.
They're not trying to attack you.
They're trying to warn you.
-Who? -Follow them.
I WAS BUILT OVER WATER MY WALLS ARE MADE OF FIRE.
I was built over water.
My walls are made of fire.
Dad, I was basically telling her,
"You need to sleep or you won't be able to find your kid. "
But I meant it as the usual
"It's going to be okay" speech that obviously nobody believes.
Well, she did.
She fell asleep. She looked like she was actually considering it,
and she fell asleep.
She's as weird as a green dog, Dad.
No, green dogs are originally from Grand Canary island.
Hence the name of the island.
-I'm not from the Canary Islands. -Sorry.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
Would you like to have breakfast? What do you like?
Any unhealthy stuff you've got there.
You're my kind of person.
-Do you have any Coke? -No.
Here, these muffins will cheer you up.
You need to change your appearance to go unnoticed.
I always go unnoticed.
If every cop in Madrid has your picture, maybe you won't. Just saying.
Go on.
To go unnoticed in front of a cop,
you must look the opposite of what they're looking for.
Like, don't stand out.
For instance?
For instance, if you like checkered shirts,
wear a BDSM corset.
It never fails because they stare at your boobs.
Look. This...
SHE
There's also...
HAS
...stretchy pants.
NO TASTE
Zebra pants, heavy-metal style... The leather jacket.
Or the hoodie. You can always cover your head.
-I don't know, do you like any of it? -I don't know.
-But she's right. -I've got other stuff. You're weird.
So it'll suit you. There's also this.
It's more lady-like. These boots... Look, this T-shirt would look perfect.
Or maybe... Let's see. This too...
Something pink! You'd never wear pink.
PLEASE
I also have... Look!
This! It's like shopping at home!
Look, I also have...
Let's see...
I'M BEGGING YOU
This is kind of see-through.
I CAN'T
Look.
Are you two talking?
Come.
Come, you try.
Was that right?
"Dad. "
"Give me a kiss. "
I love you, Dad.
You don't need to worry. You won't be alone anymore.
Nothing will ever keep us apart.
Thank goodness you're with me again. Don't ever leave again.
People don't know that the city is hollow underground.
There's another Madrid underneath the Madrid on the surface.
DRAINAGE NETWORK
We could even get into the Royal Palace, if we wanted to.
Did you like working down there?
That depends.
By the end, when the name of the unit was changed
from Nuclear, Biological and Chemical, and we were merged into the TEDAX,
some of us adapted better than others.
What do you mean?
The fucking terrorists loved the underground.
The first drug traffickers.
The serial killers. We've had those in Madrid too.
"Madrid is so much fun, " we all think. "It's bursting with life. "
They don't see what's down there. The rats, the ghosts, the bad guys.
The balance is fragile. Too fragile.
You slowly become one of them in order to catch them.
I lost my sight right here.
-A bomb? -Acid.
I need to take a picture of the map. Do you mind?
-No. -When I turn my phone on,
the police will show up here.
I don't mind.
I like visitors, I never get any.
Put the maps away.
You don't have to do this for me,
but don't tell the police what I came here for.
Thank you.
Was Fajardo your friend?
Yes.
Why do you think he faked his death?
Like I said, I think he did it so some people would believe it.
The fools.
Those of us who were like him
knew that a body doesn't just vanish, not even with that kind of explosion.
I always figured he'd ran off with that girl.
What girl?
-The one he met in the asylum. -He never met any girls there.
That was his daughter.
That's impossible.
Come on, move, quick!
-Open the door, quick! -Go, go, go!
4 YEARS EARLIER
Are you coming or what?
Dad.
I'm not dead.
Carla...
Carla.
Jorge!
What is it, Jorge?
It's already morning and I haven't had breakfast.
It's already morning?
How do you know?
Because I'm hungry.
You're hungry.
Well...
What would you like to eat?
Tell me, I'll cook it for you.
I'm a very good cook, you know?
Let's play a cooking game, okay?
-Tell me. -A...
A ham and cheese sandwich.
What else?
Bacon, well done.
I want orange juice.
And chocolate.
Grandpa never lets me eat it for breakfast.
Then you're lucky I'm a mom.
No!
My mom's not there! She's never there for me.
Don't say that, Jorge.
I'm sure your mother would give her life for you.
I live with my grandpa. My grandpa would give his life for me.
What have you been doing?
I was looking into some things.
I have news.
What about you?
Maritxu, it's Antonia. It's okay.
-The police aren't here, are they? -Come in, quick!
You scared me, girl!
I'm sorry. I'm hiding and I didn't want to knock.
It's actually your looks that scared me.
You're going from bad to worse.
Are you okay?
Jon saved me.
I know.
I'm bringing him some calamari. He's under arrest.
I know that too.
That's why I'm here. You said I could count on you.
-Can I count on you? -For what?
To rescue Jon.
Of course.
Apply it if you want to walk again.
It's an antibiotic.
Thank you.
Don't thank me.
We've brought forward the time of your death.
BASED ON "RED QUEEN" BY GÓMEZ-JURADO
Translated by
Creative Supervisor