Parot (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - La entrevista - full transcript

Next step.

Dammit, I can't even
take a bath in peace.

Isabel Mora. They pulled her
off the train tracks.

What? She threw herself
onto the tracks?

What? She threw herself
onto the tracks?
We don't know, a guy
who was on the train called.

We don't know, a guy
who was on the train called.

Isabel Mora was just admitted.
Can you...

Yes. Patient information
is down there.

Excuse me.

-I want to ask...
-Wait your turn.

-I want to ask...
-Wait your turn.
We'll get to you.



We'll get to you.

Just a quick question,
it's not complicated.

I just want a quick answer.

So does everybody else here.

Sorry.
She's waiting for test results.

Don't you worry.

Andrea.

You smell of whiskey.

This is all my fault.

You don't know my daughter.

What you see is...

the tip of the iceberg.

The rest is under the surface.

I'm the one
who didn't see the signs.



I didn't want to.

What signs?

She tried to do this before.

When she was a kid.

Just after...

she was raped.

I pulled her from the water.

I don't know
where I found the strength.

She threw herself in the water

She threw herself in the water
with two bags
of rocks tied to her.

with two bags
of rocks tied to her.

She was determined
to kill herself.

When she wants to do something,
she does it.

The car.

The lake. She...

She didn't crash.

-She meant to do it.
-What lake? What car?

She told me...

It doesn't matter.

She told me...
She came off the road.

Wait, my daughter drove her car
into a lake?

But...

-But, why didn't you tell me?
-Because...

I believed her.

Enough.

Enough with the blame.

My daughter's sick.

And I have to do something.

-I want to see her.
-You can't. She's resting.

She...

She has a clot
in her head from the fall.

-Go home.
-No.

I'm not moving
till I can talk to her.

She's lucky the train
didn't rip her legs off.

You're lucky she didn't leave
a note blaming you.

Me? How am I to blame?

I'm not responsible
for the actions

of every person I report on.

The witnesses.

-Ready?
-Yes, they're here.

Come on, then.

Anyway, you have
to move the hell on.

She was raped and it's awful,

I'm the first
to put myself in her shoes,

but damn, get over it
and if you can't, quit the case.

Don't go around screwing up
people's lives. Right.

We're in the exact spot
where Officer Isabel Mora

almost lost her life
beneath the wheels of a train.

It was here, on these tracks,

where she fell just seconds
before the train pulled in.

Incredibly,
she was to be given

a second chance at life.

We're here
with some of the witnesses.

Did you see her fall
onto the tracks?

No, I'd just arrived
at the station

and I saw a bulge
on the lines.

Thank God
that guy jumped down.

Otherwise, she'd be dead.

He risked his own life
to save her.

According to eyewitness
reports,

a man saved Officer Mora,
last night.

He was the last person Isabel
Mora would have expected

to risk his life for her.

In a remarkable
turn of events,

we've just been told

the person who stopped her
from being run over by a train

was Julián López de Haro.

Hello?

-Let the porter know...
-Is anyone there?

-You shouldn't move, lie down.
-No, I'm fine.

I don't want to lie down.

She needs to rest.

Yes, just one moment, please.

Make sure her breathing stable.

-Call if you need me.
-I am here you know.

Thank you.

How are you, honey?

Are you thirsty?
Do you want some water?

No.

No.

I want to leave.

No, you have to remain
under observation.

You have a...

a small clot in your head.

From when you...

fell onto the tracks.

You think I jumped?

We don't need
to talk about it now.

-What matters is you're okay.
-I didn't jump.

I like my life.

I like it.
And I love my daughter.

I want to be here.

And I love you.

What about the car in the lake?

He told you.

-I was dizzy and came off...
-And the nude photo?

And the LSD?

The shooting?

Don't you see?

You're self-destructing.

You can't keep denying it
over and over.

I'm a psychiatrist.

I know what despair can lead to.

Mom, I don't want to die.

-Then prove it.
-I can't.

I wish I could but I can't.

I can't prove anything,
none of it.

But...

you can believe
what I'm telling you.

You need help.

Or one day,
you'll have nobody left.

Not me, not Nieto, not...

I don't know
why this is happening.

I don't get it.

Or how it's happening.

Mom.

-Are you okay?
-Yes, I'm fine.

Grandma told me...

that you fell.

-Hello?
-How is she?

I haven't spoken to her yet.

It'll have to wait.
Someone else is dead.

No, I can't leave now.

Yes, you can.

You're the lead inspector
on this case.

Call Abaño and Perea
for the address.

Damn.

How did we sleep?

-Fine.
-Glad to hear it.

Because you're going
to help me today.

It's not all...

You've lost a nail.

You're not eating well.

I need you fit and well
for what's coming.

What's coming?

The grand finale.

Let me go, please.

How many more times?

Tell me why you have me here,
now!

Don't shout at me.

I never had a dog as a kid.

Or any friends.

I'm not your dog or your friend.

Here we go again.

Choose a suit.

I don't get it.

I'm making a public appearance
and I'd like to appeal

to a lot of people like you...

easy to govern.

What's that got to do with me?

Come on... choose a suit.

"Traumatic brain injury."

-How's Isabel?
-Fine. Who's the deceased?

The car trunk kidnapper.

The car trunk kidnapper.
They hit him with the car.

They hit him with the car.

The same card as always.

He abducted five girls.

It was a huge case.

He followed them in his car
till they got somewhere quiet

He followed them in his car
till they got somewhere quiet
then he'd attack them,
put them in the trunk

then he'd attack them,
put them in the trunk

-and kidnap them.
-Yes, I remember.

Anything to go on?

Well, let's see if we can lift
anything from the car

that points to the monkey.

Forensics
are collecting samples.

-Let's see if we get lucky...
-Hello?

She's taken off.

She's escaped
from the hospital.

Did anyone see her go?

Nieto!

Nieto!

I just want to apologize.

I just want to apologize.

I just want to apologize.

-Hello?
-Mr. Haro?

-Hello?
-Mr. Haro?
It's the producer's driver.

It's the producer's driver.

-I'm on my way.
-Good.

The external gate will be open.

Son of a bitch.
You had to do this now.

Right when I need to be calm.

Relaxed.

Nobody changes my goddamn plan.

Just a minute,
I'll be right out!

Dammit.

Sorry about the wait. Let's go.

Thanks.

-Has Nieto called?
-Not yet,

but I've sent him an update.

but I've sent him an update.
Back to it. Anything?

Back to it. Anything?

-Nothing.
-Right.

Perea.

I need some information.

You're suspended Isabel,
you know I can't.

Are you okay?

-Are you in the hospital?
-Yes. I'm fine.

At the butcher shop
crime scene,

when we left,
did anyone else clean up?

I mean,
who took what we left there?

The lady who cleans
the butcher shop.

Okay.

She's not here.

We have to go look for her.
Everywhere.

-We have to think, not panic.
-Sure. That's easy to say.

My daughter is unpredictable.

Where did you go?

The top of a bridge,
ready to jump,

to see if she finally succeeds.

No, there have been no reports.
I'd know.

If you really want
to kill yourself,

you jump out
of the hospital window.

It's easy to be logical

when someone
doesn't matter to you.

when someone
doesn't matter to you.
It's not the time
to discuss feelings.

It's not the time
to discuss feelings.

Especially mine.

I like a natural look,
not too much.

Nothing worse
than looking like a mask, right?

Right?

I know
what you're thinking.

You despise me.

Yet here you are, serving me.

What did you tell
your mom this morning?

Your friends?

For the 600 euros
you're getting.

Doing a rapist's make-up.
Where are your principles?

Where are they?

In your hateful glances.

You could do everyone a favor

and stick that brush
through my eye.

Blind me.

But no, you won't.

You think you're better
than me.

Enough, that'll do.

Assholes!

Commissioner.

He's in bad shape.

But you don't care, do you?

I need people to search
for Isabel.

-She left the hospital.
-That's enough.

We have to find her.
Something could happen.

-She should be...
-Enough, Nieto.

You think I'm going
to use police resources

on a private matter?

I wouldn't, even
for my own family.

It's how things work.

I know very well
how things work.

I've been a cop
for over 25 years.

I'm asking for a favor.

And the people getting killed
while you're not doing your job?

They have families, too.

Mothers and fathers
who worry about them.

Isabel is one of us.

We don't make distinctions here.

Not everyone is worth the same.

That's the vilest thing
I've heard a cop say in my life.

That's the thing with honesty.

It's always surprising.

What happened to you, Nieto?

You've changed,
you weren't like this.

So have you.

Get back to work.

That's an order.

-Nieto.
-I'm not interested.

-But...
-Leave me alone! You hear me?

Or don't you understand
the words?

Please yourself.
Isabel called, if you care.

Where did she call from?
What did she say?

Maybe I don't know.

-I don't understand the words...
-I'm sorry.

Where is she?

Isabel. Get out of there now.

Hey! It's the snitch!

You left nothing out!

You told my mom down
to the last detail.

Let me put it another way.

You're in no state to be rifling
through all this shit,

whatever it is
you're looking for.

-Please, get out of there.
-When I find the bottle.

-Please, get out of there.
-When I find the bottle.
I'm in no hurry.

I'm in no hurry.

The advantages of being crazy
and having no job to go to.

What bottle?

The bottle
that was laced with LSD.

Goddammit.

Isn't this great?

The trash...

taking itself out.
Everything in its place.

Things look
pretty bad right now,

but they'll get better.

-Trust me.
-What's your game?

Are you a therapist now?

-My mom has rubbed off on you.
-I did it all for you.

-For you.
-Right...

It must be great for you.

To have a victim in common.

Poor Isabel, poor thing.

Poor little thing.

She's crazy.

That's right, sure.
Freakin' great.

Good idea, sit down.

If the clot doesn't kill you,
an infection will.

What do you want?

Shit.

-Take it easy.
-The bottle.

It's my bottle.
This is my bottle.

-Now what?
-It has water in it.

-Now what?
-It has water in it.
I'll take it to the lab
to get it analyzed.

I'll take it to the lab
to get it analyzed.

To the lab, now? Won't you just
stay still for a minute?

-No.
-What do you want?

To prove I'm telling the truth.
Don't you get it?

-To prove what can't be proved.
-We all got the same water

-at the press conference.
-I didn't take LSD, okay?

Again,
with the "I didn't do it."

It's my only chance.

Okay. I'll take care of it.

Go back to the hospital, please.

When you get the results,

bring them to the hospital.

Just let me adjust your mic.

Ready?

Going live in three, two, one...

Good morning.
First of all, I want to say

we've never had so much pressure
to cancel an interview.

My colleagues have criticized
my supposed lack of ethics,

accusing me
of whitewashing a monster.

Are you a monster,
Mr. López de Haro?

I was.

How do you justify what you did?

There's no justification.

Are you aware of how terrible
your past actions were?

I know I destroyed many lives.

I know I'm hated.

And I deserve it.

Are you nervous?

It's not easy to bare your soul
to the world.

It was easier to bare
your victims' bodies.

I was sick.

I don't want this
to be misinterpreted...

it's not an excuse,

but I was sick.

And now you're not?

No.

-How dare you show up here.
-I want to see how you are.

I worry about you, too.

I heard and wanted
to see how you are

-or if you need anything.
-You can't just show up.

-or if you need anything.
-You can't just show up.
Relax, I can help you now.

Relax, I can help you now.

Whatever you need.
Maybe you both need to eat?

Tell me what you like,
I'll get it.

-Who do you think you are?
-An extension of you.

We're one person.

Andrea.

I love you.

That's what I feel for you.

It's not gratitude
or dependence.

-I love you.
-No, enough.

-I love you.
-No, enough.
It's finished.
I want you to forget all of it.

It's finished.
I want you to forget all of it.

Forget we ever even met, and...

anything you might feel for me.
This isn't right.

If you could see me
in a different way...

How would you like me
to see you?

As someone who loves you,
and wants to make you happy.

There aren't many
willing to do what it takes.

You think I'm weak,
but you're wrong.

So, tell me. Who's protecting
and caring for who?

Me, or you, which is it?

You're confusing the nature
of our relationship.

As you say,
we have a relationship,

but it's not the one you think.

I started it.

I'll finish it.

Yeah?

I know you're suffering.

I know you have nobody
to share it with.

You think I need
a shoulder to cry on?

I've always been on my own.

Well, not anymore.

Nighttime in jail
was really tough.

Images would replay
in my head...

over and over.

When you're sick, you don't
realize the pain you cause.

No.

Do you think the people
watching this at home

right now,

could ever forgive you,
understand you,

or feel pity for you?

Last night, you saved one
of your victims from perishing

beneath the wheels of a train.

She was truly fortunate
you risked your life for her.

I understand it was a matter
of seconds, if I'm not mistaken,

before certain death.

Do you feel better?

That this has gone some way
in repairing what you did?

No, never.

No, never.
-Sir, the car's ready.
-Why were you there?

-Sir, the car's ready.
-Why were you there?

Was it fate?

No.

Fate has nothing to do
with the actions of men.

I ran into her not long ago...

-Are you alright?
-Put the trip on hold.

-We're going to see my lawyer.
-Yes, sir.

We stared at each other...

It was as if she were looking
at the most...

She ran away.

I just wanted to talk to her
and apologize.

I feel the need to apologize.

To all of them.

I have since I got out,
I just didn't know how.

I know things will never be
the same for them.

I understand the contempt
and disgust they have for me,

I understand the contempt
and disgust they have for me,
because I felt it too.

because I felt it too.

I wanted to die.

Many times. But, I'm sorry.

And I'll never stop saying it.
Never.

Forgive me.

Please.

-Forgive me.
-What are you watching that for?

He saved me?

What's this? Why the hell
was he at the station?

Why was he there?

"I wanted to say sorry",
he said so in the interview.

What if he pushed me?
I didn't jump.

Isabel, the witnesses saw you
on the tracks.

They didn't see anyone push you.

-He arrived afterwards...
-Mom!

He pulled you up.

I need to tell you something.

It's important.

So I need you
to listen to me carefully,

before saying no.

That look again.

Yes, again.

It's called concern.

I've been speaking to...

-a therapist I know.
-No.

No.

He told me about a place.

Somewhere
you can take a break.

A few weeks' rest.

In a calm environment.

Away from the outside world.

-Away from the outside world?
-Yes.

Somewhere nothing can upset you.

It's a psychological retreat.

I won't check in
to a psychiatric hospital.

It's not a hospital.

It's a comprehensive
care center.

With different therapies
and activities...

Right.

Call it what you like.

It's an insane asylum.

You're off the Parot case.

-What?
-Another inspector's taking it.

But... Hang on a minute.

You can't. I've never been
kicked off a case.

The decision's been made.

What do you mean it's been made?

-What way is this...?
-A professional one.

I did my job, I tried to find
whoever is killing those...

Say it. Go on, say it.

Those criminals.

That's why you can't find him,
because you don't care.

You've been against it
since I put you on the case.

You've been against it
since I put you on the case.
That doesn't mean
I don't do my duty.

That doesn't mean
I don't do my duty.

-Doesn't it?
-I was trying to find Isabel!

Something you couldn't
care less about.

All you care about
is brown-nosing.

That's how you got
to where you are.

I won't defend myself
against such a vile accusation,

it would be a waste of time.

This conversation is over.

Nieto.

H2O. Nothing but water.

I'm sorry.

Hello.

Hello.

I saw you on TV.

Yes.

It wasn't easy.

Thanks for saving my mom.

How is she?

Not good.

My grandma wants to take her
to a retreat in the mountains.

Oh, I'm sorry.

And...

will she be gone a long time?

I don't know, about a month.
Maybe more.

They were arguing
about it, so...

Well.

We have to adapt to change.

And make the most of it.

Trust me, I'm an expert.

Maybe asking you to trust me
is a bit optimistic.

Right? We'll take it slow.

-My mom's acting weird.
-Who isn't these days?

We live in a crazy world.

Yeah.

It's amazing
how much you look like me.

Light-colored eyes,

-fair hair.
-No.

I look like my mom.

Of course, I haven't forgotten.

Do you want to come in?
We're drenched.

Do you want to come in?
We're drenched.
-No. I have to go.
-Of course.

-No. I have to go.
-Of course.

What a waste of sperm.

You look better.

I am.

Are those the results?
Give them here.

They didn't find anything.

That's impossible.

How did they do it?

-Where did you take it?
-It's conclusive. I'm sorry.

We'll have to do them again
at a different lab.

-They're the police labs.
-Yes, I can see that.

-And you're still not convinced?
-I don't trust anyone lately.

That's called paranoia.
This is getting ridiculous.

You can't see the truth,
you refuse to.

What's the truth?

You're the one doing all this.
It's been you all along.

You had a nervous breakdown
when your rapist was released.

Yes, it's unfair.

And he just happened
to be there to save me.

Weird, isn't it?
Do you know what I think, Nieto?

It was him who pushed me.

-Here we go.
-Why was he there?

-At the station?
-That doesn't hold up,

-At the station?
-That doesn't hold up,
there's no way it would
before a judge.

there's no way it would
before a judge.

-He nearly got killed himself.
-Poor thing.

He may be a scumbag
but he saved your life.

That's the truth.

You can't go on like this.

Your mom told me
about a place...

If you're going to start,
go and do not come back.

Give my regards to Ana.

I told you not to come back.

This is the first time
I've come.

-Sorry, sir.
-I guess it wasn't aimed at me.

-No.
-I brought you something.

Thank you.

I know I should have come
sooner but...

I didn't have a clue
what to say to you.

I didn't have a clue
what to say to you.
Right. It's natural.

Right. It's natural.

I wouldn't know either.

Isabel, I... have seen it
all in my career.

When I'd been a cop
for just a month,

the partner they put me with

shot himself
right in front of me. Well.

Post-traumatic stress.
That's how I started.

And I had
to go tell his mother.

The poor woman
could only ask why.

And all I could tell her
was post-traumatic stress,

as if that would help at all.

What I'm saying is...

our minds can be a real bitch.

They push you to the limit.

Right.

With things as they are,
I guess I'm hardly...

in a position
to make accusations.

Accusations of what?

We work based on facts, proof,
on the things we do.

And you, right now, Isabel...

you've hit rock bottom.

I don't want to lose my job.

I know I'm good at what I do.

Even if, lately,...

everything I do says otherwise.

Then I won't sugar-coat it.

No.

It doesn't look good.

Nobody wants to arm
an unstable person.

We've got work to do.

She's pretty, right?

She still is.

Despite everything.

Bags under her eyes.

She can't sleep.

Her life's gone downhill.

Don't get excited,
she's not for your pleasure.

She's no good for that.

She's a tease.

More trouble than she's worth.

Ever met a woman like that?

You have to enunciate better.

I was asking...

-if she was your girlfriend.
-That's a question.

Not the answer.

I shouldn't have taken
the tape off.

A job well done

yields rewards.

Isn't that right?

It's loose ends
that ruin our lives.

It's like...

that little thread hanging

from a nice suit.

No matter
how expensive the suit is,

that hanging thread
ruins everything.

You have to pull it.

Moving on.

Actions have consequences.

For everyone.

-I'll leave the lamps on.
-What's she got to do with me?

Come on out.

Stop looking at me
like I'm some wild animal.

I didn't make a sound.
You're unbelievable.

Question.

How many panties
do you take to a retreat?

What?

Mom...

Why did you have me?

What do you mean?

What kind of a question is that?

I know who my father is.

Don't go anywhere near him.

Why didn't you get an abortion?

It must have been horrible,
watching me grow.

I'd remind you of him
every day and...

-I have his eyes.
-You have nothing of his.

I bet you regretted it
whenever you'd look at me.

I have never in my life
regretted having you.

When I got pregnant with you,
I told your grandma

and she made an appointment
for me to get an abortion,

because I wanted nothing to do
with what was inside of me.

In fact, I didn't want anything.
To be honest...

Nothing mattered to me.
I lived like I was already dead.

Devoid of attachment.

But I didn't go to
the appointment,

because I didn't want anyone
to touch me.

And your grandma was...

beside herself.

But, she couldn't force me.

And... one day I was in bed,

a day which dragged on forever,

I just laid there all day
blaming myself for everything,

and I decided I just didn't care
what came out of me either.

So, I told Grandma.

I wanted to have it,
I wanted to have the baby...

-Come on.
-That's it, push.

That's it, good. Great.

That's it.

That's it. Now relax, breathe.

But I'd give it up
for adoption and I...

didn't care if it was
a boy or a girl.

That's it.

You did it.

It's over.

-Bring it to me.
-No, it's not a good idea.

-Let me see it.
-No, honey.

-Let me see it.
-No, honey.
-No, you shouldn't see it.
-Is it a boy or girl?

-No, you shouldn't see it.
-Is it a boy or girl?

It's a girl.

Give her to me.

Give her to me.

And when I saw you...

everything in me changed.

When I saw you, it was as if...

nothing that had happened
to me mattered,

because thanks...

to what had happened,
you were there.

You were my life.

And I wanted to be alive.

And I'm sorry...

if I'm a shitty mom sometimes,

and if at times...

I don't do a better job.

But I love you so much
and I want you to know...

you're the most beautiful thing
ever to have happened to me.

I don't want you to forget it.

I'm going to miss you so much.

But I'm sorry.

And I'll never stop saying it.
Never.

And the Oscar goes to...

Forgive me.

Please.

Forgive me.

Back to the jungle, monkey boy?

Come out and face me,
son of a bitch!

Come on, monkey boy.

Out you come, fluffy monkey.
Come out, son of a bitch.

Come on, monkey man.

Surprise.

It's prettier in the daylight.

I'm not on vacation.

I guess asking
for a hug right now

-is pushing it, right?
-Yes.

Right.

Well, then.

The time will fly by.

Here, I'm not so sure.

Go.

Please, go.