No more pat-downs?
No, ma'am.
Everything's dehumanized nowadays.
Okay, you're good. Ten minutes. Leave the door ajar.
Okay.
-Hi, Jon. -Hi, Ma.
Look at you!
You don't like to hear it. You get furious.
But son, you were never a good driver.
You were never a good driver.
You can't concentrate.
Your mind starts to wander...
Oh, my dear son...
Why do you keep everything to yourself? That's another problem.
I always ask you, "What's wrong, Jon?"
LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER
And instead of saying, "Well, this is wrong... "
Jesus! I'm your mother.
Nothing's going to scare me. But no, you keep quiet.
You bottle things up.
Don't be afraid of what's about to happen to you.
I used to love doing this.
1 HOUR BEFORE
I really miss it.
It's a lot like cooking.
You know, if my son hadn't become a police officer,
maybe I would've ended up like that nice man from Breaking Bad.
Forget it.
Look.
This will make his ECG look like that of a shrew.
They won't believe their eyes.
-Isn't that too dangerous? -No, my Jon is a rock.
Shit, I'm gonna meet my maker.
-How bad is he? -Paroxysmal supraventricular tachycardia.
Administer adenosine and anxiolytics to keep him stable.
Keep him monitored.
You're such a brute, Ma.
RED QUEEN
A MIRROR
By midnight,
they will no longer be alive.
There's nothing special about dying.
It's as simple as breathing.
I am not evil.
I am just an emissary.
I bring a message.
I can walk through fire without getting burned.
I can do evil without getting stained.
I can do the worst things...
And yet...
I hate having someone in my room.
He must be dealt with as soon as possible.
Don't you have anything better to do?
Leave and let me rest.
Daniel.
I only want you to know this. I'm leaving before dark.
My son needs me out there.
GOOD LUCK
Your daughter needs you too, believe it or not.
She needs you more than you need her.
I'll never forget what you two did for me.
See you tomorrow.
This is Antonia Scott.
I know everything.
We're closed today.
Open up! Police!
Just a minute!
Hey, don't leave! Miss, please!
-Antonia, the cops! Think of something... -Open up, this is the police! Miss!
Hi there. Do you guys want a tattoo?
"Police forever" or something like that? Or a dog?
-What else? -Open this door.
I'll open it if I decide to let you in.
We have a search warrant.
So? What's that?
What are you doing?
-Who's going to pay for that lock? -Check everything.
-Who's going to pay for it? -Shut up.
-Don't scare my dad. -Come here.
We know that a couple of days ago a woman named Antonia Scott
was here with Detective Gutiérrez.
A big guy.
-I've never seen them before. -Never?
She has marijuana plants.
I don't give a damn.
Hey!
You can't go in there! Hey!
Hey, don't scare my father. Hey!
Come here. Come.
-What's behind the curtain? -Nothing.
What are you looking at?
You like my corset?
Carla.
What is it?
You're very quiet. Is something wrong?
No.
Nothing's wrong. Everything's fine.
They'll come rescue us any time now, you'll see.
I'm sure my grandpa will get us out of here.
He never gives up.
You know, he was a prisoner during the Gulf War
and he escaped by digging a tunnel.
He was decorated and everything.
If only we had enough time for that.
Jorge...
Jorge, you're a genius.
Why?
I'll tell you later.
Just get some rest, okay? You're going to need it.
I didn't even get to eat my calamari.
We're waiting for the results.
We'll decide on the treatment based on that.
So he's definitely staying here?
-For the time being, yes. -Shit.
How long?
That depends on his progression and how he feels--
Fucking son of a bitch.
Your ass is showing!
Are you trying to fucking kill me?
Son, watch your language!
Stop complaining and get in the back.
And get changed, your butt is showing!
Come on, hurry!
-You brought me a suit, Ma? -And your gun from home.
Couldn't you have grabbed a tracksuit?
You haven't worn a tracksuit in your entire life, for God's sake!
God damn it.
All set for plan B?
I don't like that look on your face.
You have to make me happy today.
You'll take care of Carla in three hours.
But kill the boy first.
Is that necessary?
You never had any sense of humor, Dad.
For God's sake, he's just a boy.
Would you rather I did it?
Is that all you want?
Many people would kill to possess the secret you now have.
It's all I need.
How did you find out?
The boy who died had a dimple in his chin.
Neither you nor your husband have it.
-I saw your wedding photo. -So?
One of the parents needs to carry the dimple gene.
You could inherit it from a relative, but the chance is one in 5,000.
Does Teresa know about the decision you made?
Teresa doesn't know anything.
And she mustn't know.
Ever.
Do you have children?
One.
Ezequiel has him.
I'm sorry.
You don't have to be. I'm going to save him.
What did he ask of you?
You'll never tell me what he asked of you, will you?
It seems that I underestimated you.
Yes.
He was Teresa's son.
They went to the same school.
They were the same age and the same height.
It wasn't hard to mix them up.
And Álvaro is hiding at Teresa's place?
Yes.
As long as Ezequiel lives.
I wouldn't want him to come back to correct his mistake.
What makes you think it was a mistake?
Can you think of another explanation?
Will you give me what I asked for?
I'll tell you the same thing I told your friend.
Put a bullet in that monster's head.
-It's loaded, right? -Seventeen bullets.
-Do you know how to use it? -I'm a fast learner.
UNKNOWN NUMBER SENT TWO FILES
I don't care if it's your mom's phone. Turn it off when you're done listening.
-Don't touch your hair, damn it. -We'll talk when we're underground.
They won't be able to track us down there.
I'm not good at apologizing
or at getting emotional, so let's see how this goes.
You've saved me twice.
You're a good man, even if your jokes don't make me laugh.
And I want...
No.
I need us to be together in this.
Saving the people from the oil tanker, you know.
All right.
Now focus and listen to the instructions I'm about to give you.
I WAS BUILT OVER WATER. MY WALLS ARE MADE OF FIRE.
Look what I found.
I gave her that bottle many years ago.
She didn't even open it.
Do you know how much that bottle of whiskey costs?
I've never known how to win Carla over.
What's that?
This is...
Well, it was
Carla's favorite toy.
She would hug it at night because she was afraid of the dark.
She still is, to this day.
Now I've seen...
other types of toys in her drawers.
And pills.
Lots of pills.
There are too many things I don't know about her.
I failed to protect her, Torres.
I can buy the most expensive whiskey in the world, but I couldn't...
save Carla.
It's not your fault.
You shouldn't feel guilty.
Do you think I should've given in?
I think you made the most difficult choice.
Yes.
If I raised my daughter well...
I'm sure she would've done the same.
FROM THIS PLATFORM THE TRAIN WILL TAKE YOU
Fuck.
Shit.
No, miss, I'm not interested in changing providers.
-Thank you. -I missed your silliness.
Send me your real-time location.
Where are you?
Underneath Cava Alta.
That's where we should be having a beer right now.
I'm sending the map to your mom's phone.
-Shit. -What is it?
I think I'm being followed.
Ignore it.
Easy for you to say. You're not the one being followed.
If he wanted to kill you, you'd be dead.
Well, that's a relief.
There's a door.
It wasn't on the map.
Maybe you took the wrong turn, smarty-pants.
No, this is the right way.
Hold on, I think I can open it without a key.
Open it.
Oh-oh...
Oh-oh, what?
There's a bomb.
That's fucking great.
What are you going to do?
Deactivate it.
It's a Semtex-type plastic explosive.
He's changed the style.
-I don't know if it's the red or pink one. -Do not touch it!
Don't tell me what to do.
Antonia, don't even think about it! No. Nein. Niente.
Fajardo is very professional.
He must've chosen a short-period aluminum capsule.
Okay, let's see.
What are the chances that you'll get it right?
68.5%.
Okay, what if you don't get it right?
You'll have to rescue Jorge on your own.
That's not going to happen.
Listen to me.
68.5% is too low.
If it were 90%, then maybe.
You can read the map.
Let's not take any chances. We'll go around and that's it.
I knew it. It was the red one.
You weren't even fucking listening, were you?
This must be riddled with bombs, Jon.
If I must stop at every step, we won't make it in time.
Jon.
Sandra's been sending us messages from the start.
She's been testing us.
It'd make no sense to make us come all this way
just to end up like the Anti-Kidnapping Unit.
It'd be too easy.
Toñi, explain it to me like I'm a high-school dropout.
They weren't stars.
They were eight detonations.
Navalquejigo.
The mural.
Sandra wasn't just talking about the taxi.
She was telling us that she'd planted bombs all over Madrid,
and she was telling us where they are.
I almost stepped on one.
I'll pretend I didn't hear that.
There are eight bombs in eight key locations in Madrid.
It's a bigger plan. She's going after everything.
That's one way of looking at it.
-Jon, do you trust me? -Honey,
at this point, I don't think I have a fucking choice.
Keep walking. I'll follow your location.
You'll have to avoid the bombs. I'll tell you where they are.
There's a bomb one meter away.
You can keep going now.
I can't do this anymore.
Will you come kiss me goodnight?
Fucking bitch!
Be more specific.
Jon, what's wrong?
Pictures.
Pictures of us everywhere.
You were right.
She's playing with us.
From the beginning.
All of this is just a game to her.
As long as she keeps playing, we don't need to worry.
Do you hear me? Jon.
Not my mom.
Where are you, you evil bitch?
Come out.
Show yourself, you fucking bitch!
No.
-Jon, calm down. -Come out, you fucking bitch!
She wants you to get worked up and lose control.
-Jon! -I know you can hear me. Come out!
-I know you can hear me! -Listen to me, please! Calm down.
-Come out, bitch! -Jon!
Jon, stop! There's a bomb two meters from you!
-Here I am! Here I am, come on! -Jon, stop!
Jon?
I'm here.
Don't ever do that again.
You almost died.
I'm fine.
I'm calm.
Thank you, Antonia.
Not now.
Come on, let's go.
It's not midnight yet. He said no cheating.
He?
-You don't care. -What's going on? Why are they yelling?
Don't worry, we're getting closer.
I'm scared.
Do you want to sing a song with me?
I would be embarrassed. We don't know each other.
You're funny, Jorge. My son would like you.
Not now, please.
What?
What's going on?
Antonia.
Please.
Antonia, what's going on?
Not now.
Are you out of pills?
Think, think...
Get them off me!
Watch out for the bombs! Don't run!
Get them off me! No!
-Jorge! -Get them off me!
Antonia, think about Jorge.
Jorge.
That's it. Say his name.
-Jorge. -That's it. Say his name.
-Jorge. -Jorge.
-That's right. He's your son.
He's your son.
You don't need pills.
You don't need anything.
You have to save him.
You're his mother.
Antonia.
Antonia!
I'm okay.
Antonia, come on.
Thank you, Jon.
We're here.
I'll make Sandra come out. You take care of Fajardo.
Think you can take him?
Listen, 242...
I'm from Bilbao, God damn it.
I'll do it when the time comes, not before.
I've seen you slit a teenager's throat as if you were peeling a peach.
But you won't cheat.
What do they care if they die now or in an hour?
-Who cares? -God does. God is watching us.
"God, " you say.
Sandra!
I finally found you.
And I you, Antonia Scott.
I'm here.
Kill them.
Come out!
Come out! Show your face!
It's time to face each other.
Sound is a wonderful thing.
Don't you think?
You can never be sure of where it's coming from.
Fifty milliseconds.
That's the time between a sound and its echo.
A tiny distance.
But long enough to stop you from catching me.
It's okay! I'm Carla.
-The rope! Hurry. -The rope.
Wait.
Come on. Hurry.
Don't worry. It's okay.
There. Let's go.
Jorge, run!
No!
Let her go!
Put your hands where I can see them, slowly.
Carla, are you okay?
Jorge!
You made it.
I knew you wouldn't let me down.
What's the point of all this?
Do you think this is about Carla Ortiz or Álvaro Trueba?
Is it about me, then?
A prophet speaks for a higher power.
A prophet announces the one to come.
I'm not interested in your sick quotes! I want my son!
The boy.
Your son is gone.
Fajardo is chopping him up as we speak.
You passed the final test.
And always in control.
Run.
Go, Jorge! Go!
That's enough!
Bastard.
It's over.
Jon Gutiérrez.
I'm a police officer.
I'm Carla.
I thought you were dead.
Look.
You are prettier in person.
Jorge! No! Jorge!
No!
You seem to really love this little shit.
Let him go!
Drop that beautiful Glock
and let's make a deal.
Your life for his.
You won't keep your word.
Five...
Your word means nothing.
Four...
Three...
Two...
One.
Seventeen bullets.
BULLET SPEED FIRING ANGLE
IMPACT PROBABILITY
Ten.
Jorge Lorente Scott.
Hi, Jorge.
I want to see my mom.
Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen...
seventeen.
Get this over with and spare me your speeches.
We're not characters from a novel.
Let me enjoy this moment.
I beat you, Antonia.
You're no longer the smartest kid in class.
You didn't win.
You're going to die.
And that's a defeat.
That wasn't your plan.
It went wrong.
-Follow them. -You like games.
Look around you, Antonia.
You wanted me to come here
and see that passing all the tests had been for nothing.
You wanted me to fail at rescuing Carla Ortiz.
-Your plan... -They're warning you.
...was to let me live knowing that my son was dead.
No.
Knowing every minute of your life that it was all your fault.
Jorge is alive.
And if Jorge is alive it's because Jon did his job
and Fajardo is dead.
And you are alone,
and you've lost.
You can kill me if you want,
but you lost.
Sandra.
You're wrong.
This isn't over yet.
Jorge!
Jon?
Why do you always keep your door open?
Because I wanted you to come visit me.
-I will now. -What's that?
He brought it.
He's not fat, but he couldn't even carry the plant up here.
Listen, kid,
don't mess with me.
You're the one who convinced me to use the stairs.
-Bye! -Bye.
Damn kid...
Marcos took care of them.
They always die on me. It's my superpower.
Don't water this one too much.
Now this is a surprise.
How are you?
Since I'm not spending time with you, I'm a little bored, to be honest.
How's Jorge?
He's great. We're catching up on a lot of things.
As it should be.
How's your mother?
She keeps bragging about her son.
-Bragging why? -What do you mean, why?
Mini point for you.
The apartment downstairs is vacant.
You guys could move here. We'd be neighbors.
You just want to eat my mom's potato omelet.
Right?
Tell me already. You're not here just to give me a ficus tree.
Sandra's body hasn't been found, has it?
Will I ever be able to surprise you?
She wouldn't step on a bomb she had planted herself.
She just vanished, like her dad.
Right.
What?
You see,
they ran a DNA test on the remains found in Fajardo's daughter's grave.
Go on.
They belong to Fajardo's daughter.
It wasn't a mistake.
Someone wanted to get me out of my hole.
Making me think it was an act of revenge against the powerful.
It wasn't even about the pleasure of killing.
Or about tormenting an already tormented soul.
It was all about playing.
Dad.
I'm not dead.
Dad.
I'm not dead.
I'm back.
An ex-cop.
A piece of trash.
He's not very smart.
Right, Antonia?
A prophet speaks for a higher power.
A prophet announces the one to come.
You couldn't have planned it all.
That's not true.
You're very smart, but something's not right inside you.
There's another mind behind it.
Aren't you being manipulated?
I don't confuse reality with what goes on in my mind.
Don't make me laugh.
Look at your arms.
He wanted the victim to know he was being drained.
Help!
Dad, I'm not dead.
Don't hurt the children.
-Antonia. -We are puppets in his game.
Whose game?
I told you.
He calls himself Mr. White.
BASED ON "RED QUEEN" BY GÓMEZ-JURADO
Translated by
Creative Supervisor