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QUEEN OF HEARTS
No!
Don't hurt her!
Shut up.
Leave me alone.
Or you won't see the light of day, Queen of Hearts.
I do.
So do I.
You may now kiss the bride.
Can we skip that part?
I beg your pardon?
Just kiss each other so we can go.
It's tradition.
We have to go.
Yes. Where do we sign?
You first.
Let's go.
That's not the address I had.
And she asked that we meet at her apartment.
Let's see.
It's an industrial area.
She didn't live there, right?
No.
That's strange.
She changed the spot.
She told me not to pass by the bookstore and to go there.
What if she was being threatened?
What if the murderer was there with her?
What if the murderer gave her instructions
and she was just saying what she was being coerced to say?
What if he killed her after that phone call?
I've got to go there. Let me mark it down.
There it is.
Got it?
Yes.
Let's go.
No.
You can't come. It's dangerous.
Stop it.
You will not order me around. I'm going.
Hello?
Excuse me, have you heard anything from your wife?
I've been trying to get a hold of her, but I can't.
She's at the hospital with our daughter.
No, a cop came by and she accompanied him to the station.
The station?
Something about her mother's disappearance.
Also, he called her Reina Ortiz.
I don't want to bother you,
but your daughter hasn't stopped asking about her.
No.
You did the right thing calling me.
Please take care of her.
What's going on with Reina?
Dr. Altamirano said she left the hospital with a police officer.
But not as Barbara Benitez.
The cops didn't take Reina.
The murderer did.
Oh, no.
Thanks.
Thanks on behalf of my brother.
He wanted me to come personally and see what happened.
He was distraught.
Here's the power of attorney that...
I'm sorry, I'm not well.
I can't stand the sight of blood or death.
If you'll excuse me.
What's this?
Victor?
What are you doing here?
Hello?
I'm here.
Anybody here?
Me.
Careful.
Get your hands out of there.
Keep them that way.
It's me.
The Hunter.
The psychopath, the sicko,
your sister Emperatriz's boyfriend.
And look.
I've kidnapped your mother and your other sister
sweet ole Reina.
And you know what?
I'm going to kill them just like I killed Emperatriz.
How about that?
Kill them.
Kill them if that's what you want.
They mean nothing to me.
So you don't care about them.
You're a good liar, Picasso.
It's obvious you've been trained.
That's why I don't believe a single word of it.
Now, remove your gun
and put it down on the ground.
Now!
On the ground.
Do as I say. On the ground.
Now, kick it over here.
There.
This isn't about whether you believe me or not.
It's about logic.
Reina Ortiz and I didn't grow up together.
I never loved her.
She knows that very well.
She means nothing to me.
It's Blanco, Smith.
He could walk into the bookstore without generating distrust.
He's left-handed...
That's not enough.
I know it's not.
Plus, Picasso received the message
right when Blanco went to the bathroom.
If you kill us, you'd be doing him a huge favor.
Is that what you want?
To do him and his sister a favor?
That's enough!
I don't care about your family issues.
Enough already.
Only I know how this story ends.
I'm not going to let any of you write it for me.
Just me.
Got that?
How are you planning on killing me?
You stabbed Emperatriz in the heart.
I haven't got her tattooed anywhere.
In fact, I don't even have a heart.
You're getting the ending you yourself came up with.
Does Project Jupiter ring a bell?
Not so much.
Oh, not so much.
Do I have to remind you of all the agents
who were a part of that project and suffered its consequences?
Do I have to remind you you made your own wife a part of it?
The now Dr. Montoya.
Poor thing ended up in a psychiatric hospital.
Hello.
Agent Montoya.
This is my assistant.
I'd like to take a look around.
Thanks.
Cuff yourself.
Go on.
Your finger.
All set.
It's time to play.
You're going to feel a series of sensations.
Cold, hot...
Quivering, rapid heartbeats...
Am I forgetting anything, boss?
Heavy breathing, cramping in all extremities,
and hallucinations.
Very good.
No!
Please don't do this!
Please! Take me.
They deserve to live.
Take me! Please!
Leave them alone!
It might have something to do with Octavio...
Well, well, well.
Now the gang's all here.
Please.
For God's sake, take me.
Leave them alone.
You know, I hadn't thought of it
but I've just thought about writing a chapter
in your honor.
I'm thinking about the cruel and heartless mother,
indifferent and selfish,
who suddenly sacrifices herself before the imminent death
of her two children.
It's exciting.
Write whatever you want,
but don't hurt them.
I want to give up my life for my children.
Please.
If you keep pestering me,
I'm going to get the doses mixed up
and all of this, this whole ending,
won't last very long.
And that won't be good. Got that?
So shut up and let me write.
I want no interruptions.
Haven't you heard?
We writers need peace and quiet to be creative.
Did you think Edgar Allen Poe and Agatha Christie
or Stephen King wrote while some lunatic yelled,
"Don't kill my children"?
Lunatic.
I'm a gentleman above all.
Ladies first.
Let's talk here.
I don't want Victor finding out about anything.
Not that you saw Octavio de Rosas or Estefania.
I know.
I wasn't going to say anything.
He knows too much.
But not because of me. I promise.
I wish nobody had heard anything.
Do you know how I feel?
How it feels to be back here again?
I can't go back inside that room.
I can't forgive myself for what happened to you.
Everything you had to go through.
Nothing happened.
He didn't rape me.
When I opened my eyes and saw that pig on top of me,
touching me...
There, there.
You don't know how much listening to all this hurts.
I can feel it in my heart and in my body.
Come here.
They can't deal with it.
Just like in my chapter!
QUEEN OF HEARTS