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Carla?

Carla, can you hear me?

I can hear you just fine.

Who are you?

I'm the man who has your daughter.

What? What is going on?

You must've bathed her
many times when she was little.

You must know she has a beauty mark

on her inner thigh.

Listen to me.

If this is not a joke,

you have no idea what you're getting into.

It is you who has no idea what's going on.

You bastard. Don't you dare hurt her.

I already did.

And I'll hurt her even more
than you could ever imagine.

Name a price.

I don't want your money.

What is it that you want, then?

Something that costs you.

Something that really costs you.

RED QUEEN

A TATTOO

Hello?

Were you still sleeping?

No, I was doing CrossFit.

Ramón Ortiz's daughter has been kidnapped.

What does that have to do with me?

You'll receive a location.
Meet me there in 45 minutes.

Hey, hey, hey...

That is not what we agreed on.

Hello?

He hung up.

What an asshole.

MENTOR
MAKE IT 30 MINUTES

A complete asshole.

Chugging a cup of coffee
is not having breakfast, son.

I have no choice, Ma.

It's either your omelet
or convincing that nutcase.

Son, maybe that girl
has been through a lot in her life.

- What do we know?
- What do we know?

We know she's as weird
as a bullfighter wearing glasses.

You used to be weird too.

Go on, you'll be late.
I'll save you some omelet.

Bye, Jon!

I didn't even have time for breakfast.

Couldn't we have met at a bar,
like everyone else?

Did you know that pigeon attacks on people
are being reported lately?

Unsettling, isn't it?

Very.

Like in Hitchcock's The Birds.

Great movie.

Are you going to tell me
who you people are,

or are we still playing Men in Black?

The Red Queen Project.

Sounds like a username
from a dating website.

You've been working the streets
for a long time.

And you think you've seen it all.

Now that you mention it,
up until last night, I did.

The world has a structure, a mechanism.

And then there's everything else
that doesn't fit into it.

And that's what you people take care of.

There are crimes
that normal people could never imagine.

Crimes that don't make the headlines.

Monsters exist in broad daylight.

But the police are slow.

Right.

And you are the answer.

The answer is to fight back
using the same weapons they do.

Outside the system.

A few years ago,
a program was created in Europe

to choose the best officers
from each country.

- The Red King or Queen.
- You're still not telling me much.

Secrecy is part of our job.
This conversation is not happening.

What is this, The X-Files?

Antonia was our cornerstone,

until she quit.

Now I'm listening. Why did she quit?

Personal matters.

- Find someone else.
- It has to be her.

And it has to be you.

I'm flattered.

I want you to look after Antonia Scott.

And I want you to be
our Red Queen's squire.

And you people chose me
because of my charming personality.

Because you're an awkward cop,
but you know the streets.

You've got intuition, and balls.

And she likes you.

Hard to believe, isn't it?

There's an envelope
with the conditions in the glove box.

Red Queen doesn't exist,
but nobody works for free.

Here.

The capsules.

Antonia takes them occasionally.
You'll have to give them to her.

- When does she take them exactly?
- You'll know.

Now drive to Monsalve Hospital
and go up to the 7th floor.

The search for Carla Ortiz begins now.

Your gun is in the glove box.

What about my file?

I'm not evil, Father.

I think I just miss you.

They say it's all because I barely sleep.

But I don't sleep,

because I remember everything.

Please!

Memory is like a virus.

Please, is anyone there?

Father, I understand now.

Is anyone there?

The sins of our parents are not a burden.

Help!

- They are a seed that grows...
- Please!

- Please!
- ...and bears fruit.

Please, is anyone there?

Somebody help!

I'm thirsty.

Water, please!

Give me some water, please.

Please.

Leave me alone!

Stop!

Leave me alone!

Stop!

I am no longer weak,

Father.

You would be proud of what I have become.

Delicious, aren't they?

- This is so nice of you, Detective...
- Gutiérrez.

So, you mentioned
she comes here every night?

Without fail, right?

She even dresses nicely to see him.

Come on.

Don't dip these pastries in coffee,
they're not churros.

Or I'll have you arrested.

Excuse me.

MENTOR
DON'T TOUCH HER. SHE HATES IT.

Is there a chance
her husband will come out of his coma?

No. No chance at all.

The bullet caused irreparable damage.
He could spend his whole life like that.

I feel so sorry for that woman.

That's what my mom said.

Thank you for the information.

This one's coming with Daddy.

- You're glad to see me. Don't hide it.
- No. Not here.

Let's go to a café.

Finally someone says that.

When you said "a café,"

this wasn't quite what I pictured.

I always come here. They know me.

That's a beautiful dress.

So whenever you're not
in that cozy house of yours,

or in room 726, you're--

Can I eat your pintxo?

This...

is not a pintxo.

This is just a piece
of pre-cooked potato omelet.

So what?

"So what," she says...

You and I are never going to get along.

Who's been kidnapped?

How the hell do you know
someone's been kidnapped?

What we saw yesterday
were not random acts of cruelty.

They must be read like a text.
Someone's trying to send a message.

It's not a message for just anybody.

Yesterday was just the first line,
a new one was to be expected.

Carla Ortiz.

It could be a different kidnapper.

It's the same one.

They're both
the firstborns of millionaires.

She was kidnapped
the same day the other body was found.

I saw her in the media.
She's the kind of person who has it all.

- Doesn't matter. She'll end up dead.
- So that's it?

Just another dead body?

Two people die in the world every second.

Sure, but this is different.
You could prevent this.

I won't.

I don't want to go back.

And you can sleep peacefully at night
knowing what he'll do to that woman?

I never sleep peacefully.

"I never sleep peacefully."

She has a young boy, damn it.

Do you know what it's like
for a child to lose his mother?

Have you thought about that?

Have you thought about that?

Do you know what it's like
for a child to lose his mother?

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Are you okay?

Don't ever touch me again.

All right.

I'll go home and get changed.

Ramón Ortiz is in Carla's apartment.

Let's not keep him waiting.

Not so fast.

The Anti-Kidnapping Unit is also there.

Great, they can solve it then.

It wasn't Ortiz.

It was his lawyer, Torres.

On his own.

They think you two are with Interpol.

Do not mention the Truebas.

Understood?

Why are you looking at me?

I'm glad you reconsidered.

It's best to leave her be
when she gets like this.

Good morning.

Mr. Ortiz, I understand how you feel,
but these first hours are crucial.

Any detail, no matter how irrelevant
it may seem, could help us a lot.

Good morning, everyone.

It's you.

- Continue. We won't disturb you.
- Thank you.

Mr. Ortiz has already told you
everything he knows.

- Just a few more minutes.
- The doctor said he needs rest.

It's okay, Luís. Just a moment.

We are compiling a list
of potential suspects.

There's Guzmán, her ex-husband...

- Impossible.
- Why do you rule him out?

Guzmán is a poor devil.

He didn't even have the guts
to break up with my daughter.

This is a mentally-weak man
we're talking about.

- He's not smart enough.
- The driver? He never returned home.

He couldn't have planned
something like this.

Everything is taken care of
from a legal point of view.

Carla's inheritance
goes directly to her son.

Getting Guzmán out of the way
was my best investment.

My daughter married him to provoke me.

- You're distracted.
- No.

Hey! Why are you still in bed?

Are you pretending to be asleep?
You should be up by now.

Come on!

He could've paid someone to do it.

Impossible. Carmelo is a good person.

And did you know...

His gambling debts...

No, I'm telling you.

I put Carmelo in charge
of looking after my daughter.

We are here because we want to talk to you
about Guzmán and Carmelo, the driver.

I'm asking you, Mr. Ortiz...

They're both incapable
of something like that.

Did you know he has gambling debts
amounting to €100,000?

He has his problems,
like everyone else, but it's impossible.

Carmelo is like family to us.

He always protected Carla
as if he were her second father.

After that bastard Guzmán cheated on her,
I asked him to look after my daughter

to make sure
she didn't do anything stupid.

She's always been weak.

Did she make any new friends recently?

- No.
- Maybe a new relationship?

- I don't know.
- Did she meet anyone yesterday?

Detective Sanjuán.

What time did you say
Carla left the office?

At 7:30 p.m.

Carmelo, the driver, picked her up.

They were seen refueling at a gas station
30 minutes later.

Sanjuán, we can't waste our time
repeating ourselves.

Well, you said it yourself.

Any detail, no matter
how insignificant it may seem,

could help a lot
in the investigation. Right?

My daughter
is very protective of her privacy.

And I don't have time
to keep track of her every move.

- Okay?
- What are his demands?

- What does the kidnapper want?
- As we said, he didn't ask for anything.

Are you sure about that, Mr. Ortiz?

All he said is that his name is Ezequiel.

That must be a pseudonym.

Isn't it strange
he didn't ask for anything?

She's my daughter!

Do you understand that?

My daughter!

Gentlemen, this meeting
no longer serves any purpose.

- We'll be waiting for your updates.
- Please, do your job.

"God is my strength."

My mom is my strength.

Ezequiel means "God is my strength."

Copy that.

- Just a minute. You can't leave yet.
- Why?

We've got a problem.

Tell me who you guys are,
and I don't want any nonsense.

You've been informed. We're with Interpol.

And you better back off
before I whack you by accident.

Interpol, my ass.

I know you were transferred here for going
against your colleagues in Bilbao, fatty.

And I don't like scumbags.

Take it easy, Detective.

We're just observing.

Don't you like being watched?

Don't give me that crap.

- Faggot.
- Detective Parra.

I'm the one who asked
to work with the Anti-Kidnapping Unit.

And who are you?

I'm part of a project
that studies criminals

who fall outside of the usual categories.

Detective Gutiérrez is just my squire.
I'm stuck with him.

- Why didn't you say that to begin with?
- Some projects are best kept secret.

Studying your methods
can prove very valuable to us.

We just want to see how this case unfolds

and, if we can, provide our help.

Can you guarantee you won't go rogue?

And you...

Don't be a smart-ass, Gutiérrez.

Please!

Water, please!

I'm thirsty! Water, please!

Why won't you let me sleep?

Because sleeping makes you forget.

And I want you to be constantly aware
of what's happening to you.

Listen,

- my name is Carla Or--
- I know everything about you, Carla.

I just need one thing.

The password.

What password?

To access your cell phone
and the cloud. Tell me.

No.

Tell me the password.

- No.
- Carla, your password.

No.

If I tell you, I'll be at your mercy.

You already are.

Not quite.

That's why you need my password.

I'm used to being in charge
of hundreds of people.

I know when someone's scared.

And you are scared.

Because you know
that the entire police force

is looking for me right now.

And there is no way
you didn't make any mistakes

or didn't leave a trace, something.

You're going to tell me.

No.

You have a lot of money.

But money is abstract.
It's just figures, numbers.

Do you know what's real?

Pain is real.

Pain is undeniable.

What is that?

- Can't you smell it?
- Please!

- It's a slower death than it seems.
- No, please! Please, stop!

- Before your nerves burn...
- Stop!

...you'll feel your skin
peeling away from your muscles.

- Please!
- Your body fat melting away.

Sometimes, the eyeballs explode.

No!

- You had your chance.
- Please!

654...

HL9X7.

Please!

Please.

My name is Ezequiel.

That was a pretty damn good ego massage
you gave that Parra.

I even forgive you
for saying you're stuck with me.

I mean, it didn't bother me.
I get it and it's forgotten.

So we're good.

You even seemed sociable
by being diplomatic.

Are you going to be like this
all the time?

- Your jokes don't amuse me.
- Nothing amuses you.

I'm not amused that Detective Parra
is against us because of you.

I stood up for you. I don't like it
when people mess with my colleagues.

Did I ask you to stand up for me?

Should we pay Guzmán a visit?

"Sure, Jon.
I think that's a fantastic idea."

God, what a hottie! Sexy hunk.

I'd go like this...

and eat him all up.

We definitely have to go talk to him.

Does he seem the kind of person
who could do what you saw yesterday?

I get that, 242,
but he could give us some information.

All the info I need is in here.

People have a bad memory. They're biased.

People lie.

To themselves and to others.

People are not worth it.

It's a shame people
are never up to your standards.

Indeed it is.

He's her ex-husband.
They have a kid together.

He must know more about her
than her father does.

He doesn't know anything because
she'd never tell him anything interesting.

Why do you talk
as if you'd known her all your life?

Carla has a narcissistic personality,
but with a tendency towards insecurity.

She is super proud of her hair,
but not so much of her body.

She takes refuge in false memories
of a happy childhood that never existed.

She loves her son,

but she feels guilty
for not spending enough time with him.

She has bursts of energy
followed by acute self-loathing crises.

She is struggling to break free
from her father's shadow.

She is afraid of the dark.

That's Carla. Not much more than that.

And her cell phone's password is 654HL9X7.

So stop wasting my time
and let's track her phone.

And you worked out her password
from her bedroom decor, of course.

No. It was on a post-it note in a drawer.

If I didn't know
you don't like being touched,

I'd strangle you right here.

Right now.

- This doesn't make any sense.
- What is it now?

The geolocation isn't working.

Ezequiel is one step ahead of us.

I can't access it again.
He's changed the password.

Looks like we're gonna have to go
talk to Carlita's ex.

Miss Know-It-All.

Stop!

Easy-peasy. We're in, 242.

So you're the bribing type.

Motivational techniques. Never bribery.

Jon Gutiérrez.

How's my favorite cop doing?

I think you got the wrong person, sir.

You're looking... solid.

Strong, Lejarreta.
The word you're looking for is "strong."

What are you doing
in an exclusive place like this?

It can't be that exclusive if you're here.

See you later, alligator.

You're a funny guy, Jon Gutiérrez.

- How do you know him?
- He's a journalist. I arrested him once.

- For what?
- For being an asshole.

Let me handle this.
This is Psychology 101.

Thank you.

Guzmán Salinas.

Are you Detective Gutiérrez?
Welcome to my establishment.

I can see you've got your hands full.

Don't remind me.

I thought owning a restaurant
was all about greeting people

and having free meals every day.

That's a nice suit.
I love the Tom Ford vibe.

And I love his movies,
but I can't wear them.

- Can we talk about Carla?
- Surely you don't think...

- that I'm a suspect.
- Not at all.

In that case, have a Campari on the house.

I love it.

- Me too. Make it two.
- And for the lady?

A Coke for me.
Detective Gutiérrez will have one too.

And some nuts.

I loved her.

But people thought
I was with her for the money.

My friend,

there are two types of people:
the bad guys and the real motherfuckers.

Carla was incapable of loving anyone.

- Except maybe the kid.
- Not true.

She loves her mare too.

How did you know? That's her true passion.

She was supposed to be competing today

at the Real Club Tournament,
like every year.

Believe it or not, she's a genius.

And you know what geniuses are like.

You were inspired.

We've wasted one hour
with your psychology.

So this is where
rich people's horses sleep.

Not Carla's mare.

She never made it inside.

It's blood.

She was in the car when she was attacked,
then she fled here.

The car can't be far, then.

She tried to get in, but couldn't.
Watch out! Footprints.

Let's get up here.

What for?

I'm done here. I want to see
the surroundings. Help me up.

- These hands aren't touching that ass.
- Hold them out like this.

Come on, your turn.

Fucking hell.

Shit.

You should take better care of yourself.

I do.

And I'm not fat, I'm strong.

HEIGHT 193 CM - WEIGHT 104.5 KG
BODY FAT 28.98 KG

Don't fool yourself.

My suit is fucked!

How can you afford a Tom Ford
on a cop's salary?

And how is it possible that
with an IQ of 242

you haven't noticed that it's a fake?

You're a strange person.

Well, now the shoe's on the other foot.

I'm wearing two shoes.

"What do your elf eyes see?"

SPEED

Over there. There are lots of birds.

That means
there's an unusual amount of insects.

Slow down.

Turn right.

- Did you see that?
- Yes.

- Should I stop?
- No.

He must've used those
to divert Carla's car.

Don't tell me things I already know.

Could you not talk to me?

Could you go fuck yourself?

Why don't you drive?

That's not a good idea.

"That's not a good idea."

No.

It can't be.

You don't have a license.

Look, honey, all you've done so far
is brag about your mental skills

because you lack social ones,
but you don't impress me, Antonia Scott.

I may not be the smartest kid in class,
but I'm a good cop, you know?

That should be your freaking last name.

You know what your problem is?
You despise what you don't understand.

And our job is to understand people,

to get our clothes dirty,
to outrun the bad guys, to kick ass,

and, at the very least,
to have a goddamn driver's license.

Pull over.

What do you mean, pull over?

Pull over!

We'll continue on foot.

Did you hear anything of what I just said?

Antonia!

Move! Get off me!

Come on!

Buckle up.

- Do you have a pickpocket's license?
- Be quiet.

You can't see anything.
How can you drive like that?

From memory.

He's trying to get to the highway.

That's where he has the edge.
His car's faster.

295 versus 225 kilometers per hour.

He won't dare to go over 220.

And you will?

Holy crap.

What's wrong?

Give me my pills.

- Pills?
- Give them to me!

Shit, the pills.

Grab the wheel and count to ten.

- What?
- Count to ten. Grab the wheel!

One, two, three, four...

Antonia, wake up!

Five.

Antonia!

God damn it.

Come on.

Take a picture.

My mom always says
I'm terrible at taking pictures.

Are you okay?

- Bastard. We're gonna lose him.
- That's what he thinks.

Antonia, don't. Antonia.

Antonia!

I'm not cut out for this.

Son of a bitch.

Get me close to him.

Come on, get me close!

Again.

Now.

That's it.

Dispatch, car 4 is en route.

There was a minivan
with a family in it, are they okay?

No injuries have been reported.

- Are you sure?
- I'm sure.

The paramedics are treating some people
with anxiety attacks. That's it.

I'm not sure what happened.
I must've skidded off due to the speed.

Why were you in pursuit of the Cayenne?

- I'm not sure there was just one reason.
- It'd be best for you to cooperate.

- I am.
- Well, believe me.

- Could you call a doctor? My neck hurts.
- I'll do it now, in a minute.

I don't get it. "Now" and "in a minute"
are two different things.

I'm asking you to call a doctor.

Evening, officer.

I guess you guys
are done here, right? Great.

I don't know what else to tell you.

- Clear the area. Leave them alone.
- Will do that.

I didn't mean to--

I never thought I'd be happy to see you.

Aggravated reckless driving,
a wrecked car, a dozen witnesses...

I see the feeling's mutual.

Has Parra been informed about the body?

By now, I don't think there's anyone
who doesn't know about it.

It's showtime.

What the hell have you two done?

First of all, good evening, Detective.

We pursued a suspect who attacked us
where we found the body.

- We have reasons to think he came back--
- Who said you two could think?

Hey, we found the driver's body

- and nearly caught the kidnapper.
- Nearly!

What good is that? God damn it!

You've made him nervous.

You two are going to be all over the news.

This is the last thing you do.
No more observing. It's over.

I want them off the case. Now.

Off the case?

Focus on Álvaro Trueba now.

- Aren't you going to do anything?
- You should've caught him.

Here.

If you wreck this one,

I'll take it out of your paycheck.

It was impossible.

Your duty is to do the impossible.

- Thank you for this shocking footage.
- Thanks, gorgeous.

Equally shocking was a suicide race
that took place on the M-501

and caused mayhem.

Fortunately, no victims were reported
in this scary incident.

The authorities are now talking
to one of the drivers involved.

Apparently, the other driver,
who fled the scene in a Porsche Cayenne,

was the one who started the race,

forcing the other drivers
to swerve off the road

in the wrong direction until
nearly crashing against an excavator.

Luckily and unbelievably,
no other accidents were reported

and the police are currently deploying
all their units to search for the Porsche.

So this is the spies' lab.

We're not spies.

Come on, this is like being inside CSI.

The software can work wonders,
but not miracles.

What do you think?

The portrait of a bastard's soul.

The arm. Don't you see a darker part?

Increase the definition.

The information on the picture
is what we have.

There are lots of pictures.

Have it sent to every tattoo parlor.

It's not much.

We've done more with much less.

Hello?

Hello. Who are you?

Can you hear me?

I'm scared.

Are you locked up too?

Yes.

I want to go home.

What's your name?

Sandra...

BASED ON "RED QUEEN" BY
GÓMEZ-JURADO