UBEDA HOSTEL
That one.
You're struggling on the way up. You're fat.
I'm not fat, kid.
I'm just strong.
And I can pack a punch.
Damn kid.
RED QUEEN
A LEAP
You're not like the others.
Of course not, honey.
I'm a weirdo.
Tell Mentor I said no.
-I haven't even introduced myself. -You don't have to.
You're a Basque gay policeman, and you're in trouble. The end.
Shit, it's not like I'm wearing a sign.
But okay, if you want to play, let's play.
You don't care about your looks,
but you're starting to get cellulite, and that does bother you.
You own this apartment block and the tenants pay the rent with food.
So a gram of couscous costs you as much as a gram of coke.
And now you're wondering how I've guessed all that.
I'm not.
Well, I don't care,
because I'm going to share with you my final conclusion anyway.
Seeing how friendly you are,
there's no way your neighbors feed you because they like you.
That's it. The end.
Amina told you all that.
The girl from the 4th floor. She has good communication skills.
Look, I don't know what the deal is between you and the guy who smokes,
but, honestly...
Is it that hard for you to come with me?
Get off your ass, come with me,
say no to Mr. Mystery Man,
and you get me out of a very big mess.
-No. -That's what you need to tell him.
Let's go.
No.
Well, sweetheart, this certainly wasn't a pleasure, believe me.
Thanks for nothing.
It must be nice not needing anyone.
I want you to imagine something.
What about what I want?
Imagine you're the captain of an offshore oil platform.
In the middle of the night, there's a collision alert
because a tanker that's out of control is heading towards you.
You are with 25 other workers you've been living with for a month,
and you don't know how many strangers are on the tanker.
Would you sink the tanker?
What kind of question is that?
What would you do?
I'd jump into the water and try to save as many people as possible.
That's a stupid decision. You'd drown. It would be pointless.
At least it would be a nice way to die.
There is no such thing as a nice way to die.
I told you.
I want to ask you another question.
How the hell did you do that?
Do what?
Get down there without me seeing you.
There's an elevator.
ELEVATOR STORAGE
Fuck my life.
-All right, shoot. -What have you done wrong?
I was born.
-What have I done wrong in my life? -No, now.
Can I have another one?
48 HOURS EARLIER
You've had three already.
A girl can't help what she likes.
You like everything that's bad for you, Desi.
Come on, he doesn't treat me that bad.
Look.
No, look at yourself.
Desi, look at yourself.
Doesn't treat you that bad...
I won't let that motherfucker lay his hands on you ever again.
You hear?
Are you going to fuck him up?
Am I going to fuck him up?
I'm a cop, Desi.
Hold on. Let's do things properly.
Take...
two of these before bed.
They've always helped me after I've had my face smashed in.
Thanks.
-Off you go. -Don't you want to come up?
No, thank you.
Have you never done it with a girl?
Not even with a koala bear.
What can I say, I'm a weirdo.
Lay low until he's locked up.
Two days.
Pinky promise?
It's for my mother.
Jon, turn around and put your hands behind your back.
Protect this with your life, Beltrán. It cost me a fortune.
What the hell were you thinking?
-It was either this or a food processor. -Give me a fucking break.
This is your third lost cause this month.
Do you have any evidence or are we just wasting time?
Not just any evidence.
The evidence.
Who recorded me?
Who do you think? Desi and her pimp.
She had the courtesy of bringing us the video.
Love can move mountains.
I deserve it then, for being an idiot.
If you do it, keep it to yourself. That's dirty cop 101.
-I am not a dirty cop. -Really?
So what do you call putting 200 grams of heroin in a guy's car?
When I do things, I like to go big.
Well, you're in big trouble.
If you piss off a grouchy prosecutor, you'll get ten years
for playing some piece of shit knight in shining armor.
If you were screwing her at least...
A man can't help what he likes, Commissioner.
You think you're so special, don't you?
Well, you're not that special.
Make sure no one goes in there.
It's for my mother.
It's her birthday.
Porcelain is a great home ornament.
Cigarette?
I don't smoke.
Neither do I.
You can call me Mentor, Detective Gutiérrez.
And I can get you out of this mess.
But in return, you'll have to help me.
You are smoking.
You see,
I have a bit of a problem.
And why should I believe you?
Because you have no choice, Detective.
I want my badge and my gun.
And I want my record cleared.
Your badge.
As for your gun and your record...
After you've done what I'm about to ask you.
NATIONAL POLICE CORPS DETECTIVE
I'm listening.
I need you to convince someone to work for me again.
Why me?
Because you're the sentimental kind.
I've looked at your file.
You love lost causes.
Who do I have to bring you?
Her name is Antonia Scott.
Antonia Scott.
Sounds like a British granny.
Well, she's not.
She's 34.
And she's got an IQ of 242.
That's very high, isn't it?
It makes her the most intelligent person in the world.
Do you usually do stuff like this?
What do you think?
-I need more data. -What data do you need?
Are you a good policeman?
I'm a fucking awesome policeman.
Then let's go.
Aren't you forgetting something?
There's no time.
Fine by me.
Open it.
How did you know this was the car?
Mentor isn't very creative with cars.
Right.
Wanna drive?
No. Are you going to open it?
This spring, fashion has responded to uncertainty
with a jolt of superior beauty and escapism.
It can't be said any louder or clearer.
We need to love clothes again, and that's why, at Wave...
That's enough, Carla.
Honestly, I just don't see it.
Why? You don't like the concept, or you don't think it's viable?
It's not the right moment for a new line. I already told you that.
Dad, we've been working on this for three months.
I'm sorry, but I can't say I'm convinced when I am not.
You haven't seen enough of it. You dismissed it in ten minutes.
If you had read my report,
you'd realize you're making a mistake.
Really? I'm making a mistake?
Let me tell you something.
This morning, a section manager started crying
when we told him we were closing.
A big, 50-year-old man.
Have you ever had to deal with that?
We could make both plants profitable if you listened--
Carla, I don't want to talk about this matter anymore.
That's enough.
What about Mario? How's my grandson?
He's fine, Dad.
Did you show him the pictures I took in the desert?
Carla, I like the way you work, but you need to know your limits.
There are things you don't know because it takes a lifetime to learn them.
Like what, Dad?
Give Mario a kiss for me. I'll bring him something from London.
Have a good flight.
Have Carmelo come pick me up.
Right away.
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How did you know I was in trouble?
Policemen in trouble are Mentor's specialty.
But you came with me.
Your mission is to take me to my destination, not to talk to me.
Sir, yes, sir.
So what's your destination?
If you don't tell me, I can't complete my mission.
ID positive.
The La Finca development.
Holy crap.
Half of Real Madrid's soccer team lives there.
Do we know whose house it is?
Laura Trueba's.
Holy crap.
Laura Trueba.
-Trueba, the Laura Trueba? -That's what I said.
Damn.
I was going to put all my savings in her bank.
But I didn't.
Basically because I have no savings.
High-profile victim.
How do you know there's a victim?
Because Mentor called me.
Why are you laughing? It's not funny.
It kind of is.
Isn't it?
My beautiful Maggie!
Hi!
Hi! Good girl.
Okay.
Everything's going to be all right. Don't worry.
Come on. Let's go.
Shouldn't I drop you off at home first and then come pick her up?
No, Carmelo, she'll be anxious without me. She doesn't like to travel.
Thank you.
Good evening.
Can you lower the flashlight, sweetheart?
You may proceed.
Were you here two nights ago?
No.
-What about your partner? -No one saw anything here.
Did I ask if anyone saw anything?
Did I ask that, Toñi?
No, I did not ask that.
Keep going straight until the second roundabout.
Then make a right and continue until the end.
Holy shit.
An exclusive area inside an exclusive complex.
Like an onion.
Like those Russian dolls, those matryoshkas.
You know what I mean? I see, you don't give a damn.
We're here, Antonia Scott.
We hope you had a pleasant trip
and look forward to never seeing you on board again.
Antonia takes her time.
I noticed she's somewhat special.
I knew I wasn't wrong about you. How did she behave?
I would've preferred going to jail at times, to be honest.
You'll get used to it eventually.
I don't think so, buddy.
I brought you your pet. I'm done.
Don't you want to know what happened in this house?
I want to know how my retired mother will react when she sees her present.
I remind you you were willing to cooperate.
What you're reminding me is that you've got me by the balls.
You're quite the poet, Detective.
Make sure the temperature doesn't go up.
Please.
I think you have a problem.
-Stop! No! -It's okay.
No!
What did your face look like before you were born?
You've lost weight, Scott.
You got your way in the end.
I had to find the right time.
I don't know if it's the right time.
Then why are you here?
I'm here to ask you if you've found out anything.
Still going on about that?
After all this time?
You've made up a ghost to try to overcome your pain.
It wasn't a ghost that did this to me.
-It was an ordinary criminal. -No!
Whatever it was,
it hasn't shown any signs of life again.
He will.
You can't go on like this.
You have a gift.
You have a responsibility.
I hope this is important enough that you came to bother me.
You tell me.
The room's been examined. All that's left to do is to remove the evidence.
You can move around freely, but be careful.
The air conditioning is on full blast.
Not just the AC.
Detective, I assume I don't need to remind you
that everything you see and hear in here is confidential.
I'd better delete that tweet then.
Skull remains,
brain tissue,
eyeballs and nasal cartilage.
Part of the head was dunked in liquid nitrogen.
We need to do this as soon as possible.
We've tried to gain time by lowering the temperature in the house.
Detective Gutiérrez, this is Doctor Aguado.
Red Queen Forensics.
She's been working here all day
while you were debating on whether to come, Scott.
Álvaro Trueba.
Laura Trueba's son.
Get ready for the show.
It's not the first time I see someone think.
You and I think.
She does something else.
What do you see, Scott?
No signs of violence.
No superficial cuts or defensive wounds on the arms.
Cause of death?
Hypovolemic shock.
Or hypoxemia?
-Both. -In layman's terms?
Pretty please?
He bled to death.
The killer inserted a cannula into his carotid artery and emptied him.
It was done slowly.
Slowly on purpose.
Something's off.
It's a very painful death, but there was no struggle.
I found traces of tubocurarine.
Curare!
Curare, as in what the Indians use in the movies?
The right dose blocks muscle contraction and causes progressive paralysis.
He wanted the victim to know he was being drained.
He wanted him to see the container filling up.
What's on his chin?
-Oil and cinnamon? -99% is olive oil.
The rest is cinnamon and a compound yet to be determined.
Sacramental oil.
Wine, oil...
There is a psalm that says--
"Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies,
"thou anointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over. " Amen.
I was an altar boy.
How did you keep the police from finding out about this?
We are the police.
Bullshit. Excuse my poetic language again.
The police are not aware of any of this.
The DA's office is not aware of any of this.
Nobody is aware of any of this.
Except, of course, Laura Trueba, who called you
precisely so that no one finds out about any of this.
Don't tell me you're smart on top of being a poet.
You'd better not fuck with me.
Your specialty is shady business, right?
You do the dirty work for millionaires.
Behind all this show and facade,
you are nothing but a janitor.
Just a poet, after all.
Be straight with me.
You have to earn that.
If you want to know more, show more commitment.
Why can't Maggie sleep at home?
Because she needs to rest well before the race.
Just like you before going to school, right?
-Will you come kiss me goodnight? -Here's what we'll do.
If I'm late, I'll sneak into your dreams to kiss you there, okay?
Okay.
Did he eat his dinner, Adela?
He left nothing on the plate, ma'am.
-Right, Mario? -Yeah.
-Hey, Mom? -Yes?
Tell Carmelo he has to give me a ride.
He's next to me, he can hear you.
-Consider it done. -He says yes.
All right, I love you, honey.
-Come on, Mario, time for bed. -Bye.
It got dark awfully fast.
Some days are better than others.
Darn it.
Roadworks. I almost didn't see it.
Some fucking nerve they have.
Excuse me.
We'll have to take a detour.
-Shall we keep going? -Sure.
AUTOPSY REPORT
Repeat the bromocresol test.
It wasn't done properly.
All right.
What else have you got, Scott?
He'll do it again. He didn't kill him here.
Álvaro Trueba was kidnapped first.
The killer brought the body in, bypassing the best security checks.
He took his time to create a still life.
He anointed the body with oil, like in the last rites.
But he didn't anoint his hands or feet. He just poured the oil under his lip.
I guess he forgot.
You can be an asshole and sloppy. They're not mutually exclusive.
I'd never seen anything this well planned.
It makes no sense.
Scott.
Mångata.
Scott!
She's leaving.
Take her home.
It's best to leave her be when she gets like this.
Look, I'm not saying she's not the reincarnation of Clarice Starling,
but people might mistake her for one crazy bitch.
Go get some rest.
You've earned it.
Are you saying I can go home?
So I've done my job?
To my full satisfaction.
Hi, Ma.
Why so late?
You know how it is.
How was your day, son?
Same old.
How many times do I have to tell you...
-not to take that? -Leave me alone.
It helps me sleep.
I'm a cop, Ma.
I can't have a drug-addicted mother.
Do you understand?
You used to steal meth from my pharmacy when you were a kid.
To study, Ma.
I wasn't born yesterday.
-What do you have there? -Nothing.
You'll find out tomorrow.
It must be past midnight.
It's officially my birthday.
Like I said, you'll find out tomorrow.
Trends change,
but a porcelain figurine will always be a great home ornament, son.
Don't get rid of it when I'm gone.
That way, when you look at it, you'll remember me.
Have you had dinner? Would you like some croquettes?
I'm not hungry.
I offer you croquettes and you say you're not hungry?
Something's wrong with you.
I'm fine.
It's something else then.
You're in love!
-Why is it taking so long? -I don't know.
Route not found.
This road isn't going anywhere.
Redirecting.
Calculating new route.
-Well, this is just great. -What is it?
I'll go take a look. Wait here.
We're in luck.
-A forest ranger. -Good.
Good evening.
We seem to be lost.
-Is the racecourse far from here? -No, not too far.
Do you see those lights?
Carmelo!
Open the door.
No.
-Open the door or I will hurt the animal. -No, please!
Please! Please, no!
No!
No! Leave her alone!
Please, leave her alone!
Leave her alone, please! No!
Wow! Look at the moon! It looks so big!
Antonia.
What was that Danish word for the moon's reflection on the water?
It's Swedish.
That's right. Swedish. What was it?
-Good evening, Pilar. -Good evening, Antonia.
We didn't know where you were.
Mångata. The word is mångata.
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BASED ON "RED QUEEN" BY GÓMEZ-JURADO
Translated by Arturo Fernández
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