Democracy was built all wrong in this country.
Giving in, looking the other way.
Accepting things that should never have been accepted.
Reassuring ourselves that it was for the greater good. But it was a mistake…
Get comfy. It's a long interview.
Many took advantage.
The same corrupt oligarchs from the Franco era,
feeling untouchable, just kept on stealing left and right.
And then they were joined by all kinds of lowlifes.
From the right, from the left,
businessmen, politicians.
And now…
My children are involved too.
What's he saying?
My children are as rotten as the rest of them.
And if I'm going to tell a truthful story, I can't leave them out.
I would be a hypocrite to pretend I'm free of sin.
Not long ago, a friend pointed out to me
that if my kids have reached this point,
it's because they've learned from me.
They've seen what their father is capable of,
someone who never stops going on about the truth…
but who's been lying for years.
ROTTEN LEGACY
Are you sure about all of this?
I've signed a clause that allows me to back out.
When will you decide?
I don't want to find out after you're dead.
The inheritance will be enough of a pain
without having to deal with your kids.
Don't worry. I'll handle that.
Is this a joke? Or have you gone completely insane?
It can be stopped, can't it? There's still time, right?
Okay, let's calm down. If you wanted our attention, you've got it.
Don't treat him like a kid. He's throwing us to the wolves.
No, Andrés. He's only doing this to get our attention.
Tell me this won't air.
I'd like to say it won't, but the truth is, since I've been back,
all you've done is give me reasons to air it.
But you weren't here. You have no idea what we went through.
I also used to make excuses like you do.
I'd tell myself they were sacrifices for the greater good.
But now I've seen it in my kids, I've realized there's a point
where that greater good stops existing.
Sure, just say, "Fuck everything",
no matter who you take down with you.
Show me that I'm wrong.
There's still time.
Show me that you can change.
That interview may never see the light of day
if we change the way we do things.
Your way.
No, a new way.
My way doesn't work. Neither does yours.
You had the chance, and you wasted it.
You have to change.
Oh? How?
Manuel has no place in this family.
Get a divorce.
What?
Or get out of politics.
I won't interfere with your feelings,
but he can't keep exploiting your position.
Forgive me for butting in,
but you can't ask her to do that.
Don't worry, dear. I'm not going to ask much of you.
You are the way you are…
so, leave the board of trustees,
and carry on with your soap operas and hotel rooms.
That would be enough.
Come on, man. Just say it.
You've been dying to say it since you got back.
You have to resign, Andrés.
I don't recognize you anymore. Not you, nor the paper.
I don't believe that you'd destroy something you worked so hard to build.
If this is what you're going to do when I die…
I'd rather destroy it
than leave it to you.
Very well.
Well, if that's how he wants it, so be it.
How do we remove him?
Seriously?
No, I'm kidding, like Dad.
To stop this, we have to play dirty.
So we have to prove he was mentally unstable
when he gave the interview, and that nothing he says is credible.
He's turning 70 soon, but his mind is still sharp.
Hold on. Maybe the cancer has affected him more than we realize.
We have to focus on that.
That he isn't in control of his faculties. We just need a doctor to certify it.
Dad will ask for a second opinion. You'll need a judge to corroborate it.
Well, your husband knows a few.
All very honorable.
People who don't like conferences, or free meals,
or a drink at a strip club.
Exemplary people.
Okay, let's see. You go to trial, you win, and then what?
Then what?
What happens to us? To the family?
So he can just blackmail us, is that it?
But it's our responsibility not to take it too far
and tear the family apart. Please.
But don't worry. I'll handle it. And I'll keep you up to speed.
Therefore, we can conclude that the content of the message
is less important than the channel through which it is transmitted.
By the way, I want to ask all of you to, by the end of the month,
turn in a project…
He's really dragging on today.
At least you can go to the cafeteria, or look at your phone.
Let me know the partner you'll work with, please. All right?
Yes?
We've already got it.
We're going to talk about creating
a self-spectacle on social media.
And the group is made up of myself and Lara Seligman.
Very well. That was quick. Well…
I've been following you online, and just so you know,
your bikini photos have kept me busy.
Are you an asshole?
Don't give me that look, okay?
Like, "What a horrible thing to say. He's a pig."
No. You might think that if I were some gross fat guy,
but since I'm this hot,
it's obvious I'm just trying to make you laugh and feel flattered.
Imagine it the other way around. If it was you who approached me
and said you'd been getting off to my pictures.
What's the first thing I'd think?
Tell me.
I'd think, "What a weirdo. Why are you getting off to my photos?"
I only post pictures of food.
Do you have a fetish?
So we'll be at yours working on our project,
and you'll be imagining slathering me with pâte, butter, crème brûlée…
Okay, man, nice. You're hilarious.
- Really? - Really, yeah.
But I have a boyfriend.
Well, congrats.
I'm happy for you.
That way, you can be with him all day
and feel safe from the creeps
who approach you on the first day of class.
Not because they want to meet new people, but because they want to fuck you.
I don't really mind them wanting to fuck me.
If the guy can listen to my rambling and laughs at my jokes, it's all good.
I'd almost prefer that to someone who's constantly talking about himself,
bulldozing me with his charisma.
Maybe that's not the type of friend I'm looking for.
Shall we do the project tomorrow?
Lola, a sight for sore eyes, as always.
Cut the flattery. You've never been good at it.
Federico has done an interview for Legado,
confessing all his sins.
Including Bruno Escudero.
Now you know what I have to do, don't you?
And it's not going to be pretty.
When is it ever?
Look.
We have to go after the producers of Legado.
With everything. You hear me?
I want that interview. Now.
Good morning.
Thank you all for coming to this press conference,
organized so last minute.
Well, I would like to announce that today I am resigning
as director of the Federico Seligman Foundation.
It's a very difficult step for me to take,
but I truly believe that the conservatory deserves
a more qualified…
and a more dedicated leader.
Does this have anything to do with the construction?
No.
It has nothing at all to do with the construction.
The construction site is fine. There's nothing wrong there.
Well, other than the usual. They're dragging on a bit.
- But-- - Excuse me.
But when you have renovations done on your house,
they never tell you… they never finish it on time.
It always takes a bit longer, right? There are delays, and extra costs.
Are you saying that the construction is over budget?
No, excuse me, no.
Who said anything about going over budget?
This is unbelievable, isn't it? This is what journalism has come to.
People like you,
who only care about the headline, twisting everything.
Excuse me, what organization are you from?
From El Báltico.
So, Mrs. Seligman, can you assure us…
How embarrassing.
I mean, when you have…
People are watching this and thinking,
"Look, the typical pretty face they use
screws it all up when she speaks."
Don't be so hard on yourself.
Anyone can slip up like that in real life.
Because if you put that in one of my movies,
people would flip out.
No one would believe it.
The one day she has to talk, she brings up going over budget.
Don't you see, Ricardo,
you always end up talking about yourself and your movies?
I don't know how you do it, damn.
- Baby, I'm sorry. Forgive me. - Goddammit.
I'm sorry, my love.
Do I look that stupid?
- No, you're a goddess. - But there's something--
It's just the format. It's the TV.
We all look dumber and fatter on TV.
For example, in interviews, I can come across as pretentious.
No, you are pretentious.
No, not pretentious,
but there are things you say when you're talking
like, "Listen. I'm about to say something transcendental."
Sorry.
I didn't mean pretentious. Profound!
At least I don't look stupid.
Man, that's Journalism 101.
I think the headline is clearer this way.
You think?
Dad.
I hate to break it to you, but…
you're retired.
- The first one's better. - Okay.
It's funny how the one thing I remember is what we talked about yesterday.
ANDRÉS SELIGMAN NUERO EDITOR-IN-CHIEF
I thought this might be a dignified way to resign.
"El Báltico is no longer a leading media outlet,
always a step behind,
trying to keep up with the trends of a dull, sensationalist journalism,
that doesn't question power, or do its job, manipulates, distorts,
and ultimately, betrays the trust of its readers."
You've always tried to sound so fancy when you write.
I had to come up with that statement
without mentioning that you're a criminal
who defrauded the shareholders.
The irony is that I managed to do it without telling a single lie.
Which is unusual for you.
I have one too.
You've got some nerve threatening to expose me now.
I wanted to publish the Bruno Escudero story.
And you were right.
That's not what you said at the time.
At the time, the truth wasn't important.
And I was an "idealistic little brat."
And where is that idealist now?
What happened to him?
You entrusted him with running a newspaper.
And all the people out there
rely on me now.
Don't use them as an excuse.
And what's your excuse for blackmailing your children?
Do you want to confess?
Then do it. But really do it. I want to see it.
None of that "when I die."
No, tell it all tomorrow.
And face the consequences of what you did
and what you forced me to do.
No?
That's what I thought.
I'm not going to resign just because you fucking feel like it.
Security?
I'm very sorry about this, Mr. Seligman.
Don't worry, Antonio.
You're just doing your job.
No, I'm not calling about the funds.
But what would happen if you announced you're pulling the ads,
and then immediately block the credit lines?
No, I don't want to bankrupt El Báltico.
It would just be for a few days to make them nervous.
Talk to Rodrigo as well.
Get him to push for the lease renegotiation.
That's exactly what I want, to piss off my son.
He and his friends need to understand who's in charge of my newspaper.
Very good.
Thanks, Antonio. Take care.
Look, there's sand.
"Thank you so much for taking care of everything."
"For the meetings you've sat through,
architects, builders, permits."
It was just going to be four walls. Why do we need more?
Well…
If you don't like it, it's an easy fix.
Listen to your father, get divorced, this stays in my name, and problem solved.
I can already see the headline.
"Daddy's girl who preaches about public housing
is building herself a mansion."
They'll say that anyway, even if you move to Cañada Real.
Let's enjoy life just a little.
Lupe…
Look at this house.
It's totally in line with your ideals.
Self-sufficient,
geothermal, well water, solar panels…
Can everyone afford it? Of course not.
You're making an investment in demonstrating to the whole world
that another, much more environmentally friendly way of living,
is possible.
Wow.
You should be a politician. You sure have the gift of gab.
No. I'll leave that to you.
- You know why? - Why?
Because you're amazing.
So please, don't let your father tell you otherwise.
Doctor Milia, do you have a minute?
Of course.
How are you, Andrés? How is your father?
Well,
the truth is, we're pretty concerned about his behavior.
He's acting strange.
I've been reading up on vascular dementia
that can develop after such aggressive treatment.
Of course, I'm no expert,
but it seems like he ticks all the boxes.
He's not himself.
I didn't notice anything off about him during his last exam.
We've received some compromising information
at the newspaper
that concerns this clinic.
We're not planning to look into it just yet.
But I won't lie.
It doesn't look good.
I'm not sure how long we can keep something this serious under wraps.
That's why I wanted to come and discuss this personally with you.
I'm going to need your full cooperation.
Would you accompany me to my office, please?
Sure.
- That was good, wasn't it? - That was the shit.
Seriously.
You're obsessed with asses, aren't you?
Did I take it too far?
- A bit. - A bit?
Fuck, I'm sorry.
I get a bit carried away sometimes, when we're doing…
It's all good.
However, it's not good to keep pressuring someone.
Just some advice.
"Pressuring" is a bit of a strong word, isn't it?
And what do you call repeatedly bringing up the subject
with little hints disguised as compliments?
Hints?
- "You have such a nice ass." - What are you saying?
- Okay, sorry! - Damn.
I respect that you don't like anal sex, but don't make fun of me.
I can't analyze every little thing I say because sex is meant to be free, right?
Where you express yourself as you are, without holding back.
Yes, that's great for a couple who've been together for five years.
But at the beginning, it's okay to hold back a little.
- Lara. - What?
We are a couple.
This is being a couple, isn't it? Lying here in bed, talking.
And realizing that I like you so much
that I'm willing to give up my biggest sexual fetish.
- Wow. - That's what couples do.
And you, Lupe? Have you found out anything?
Well, he must have his reasons for resigning, right?
He's the same age as my father, things can change overnight.
Sure, but our government partners will seize the chance to restructure.
There'll be a cabinet reshuffle.
In Consumer Affairs, they want someone who can unite.
Then let's offer them that.
An irrefutable candidate no one can object to.
Look, before Seligman puts her candidacy on the table,
which I don't think is good for us at all,
I'm volunteering.
You're volunteering?
Yes, Guada. I'm not getting involved in this for fun.
I don't have a board of directors to go back to.
Or a family business to promote.
But, if you think you can do a better job, say it.
And we'll vote.
Okay.
Understood.
Okay, yes. See you later.
You could've said something, you know?
You should've stood up to him.
Only we know how much harder you've had to prove yourself
because of your last name.
It's unfair, but that's the way it is. Being a good politician won't cut it.
You need to be impeccable.
Even then, it's difficult.
Thanks for the lesson.
It's exactly what I needed from a friend.
It's because I'm your friend that I won't defend you.
I'll make you face up to this as many times as you need to.
And now, if you want, we can go get a coffee,
have a good cry,
talk about that island reality TV show,
and about that guy who's so hot
but dumb as a doorknob.
But first things first.
I left your blue suit out for the El Globo party.
The black one.
You still haven't told me
if the kids are coming for lunch on Sunday.
The thing is…
I don't know.
My God. Can't you control yourself?
You've only just got back, and you're already scolding--
Yes, and you're…
Leticia?
What tests?
But everything was fine.
No…
Yes.
Yes, you're right.
Tomorrow at eleven o'clock.
Should I tell your wife?
Federico, I don't want to scare you.
Your tumor is still under control,
but with these long and aggressive treatments
that you're undergoing,
there may be side effects.
Leticia, I'd rather you just give it to me straight.
What did you find?
I want to run some neurological tests
to rule out any damage.
Or dementia.
Good morning.
You won't believe it,
but there's a chance that,
for the first time since the school year started,
we'll get there on time.
That won't happen. I have to go poo.
So do I.
British punctuality.
- How's it going? - Yes?
- I can't hear you, Yolanda. What? - Have you spoken to Dad?
Have you spoken to Dad?
No, Dad hasn't called.
We're at the hospital again. Come.
Don't worry. I'm on my way.
We'll work better in my room.
Wait. No rush, man.
Have you seen this house? Where do you live?
For a working-class man like myself, this is amazing.
I say it with pride. That's the problem with this country.
Everyone says they're middle class, but I know where I come from.
That's why you need me as a friend.
To get you out of this bubble and give you some realness.
Realness?
Hey, are you gonna keep criticizing how I talk,
or are you gonna give me a tour of your crib?
All right, come on.
Come on.
I really don't like doing this.
Did she emotionally blackmail you too?
Isabel?
Of course, why else would I be helping Andrés with this charade?
She talked about Houston, how we can't leave her alone again.
She loves it.
Well,
now we just have to wait for the results.
Normal life.
And cheer up.
See you at the El Globo party tonight, right? Okay.
Excuse me. Thank you, Leticia.
Yes?
Federico, someone broke into the Legado offices.
- What? - Excuse me.
Someone broke in…
I know it goes without saying, but we ask for your full discretion.
We all know how exploitative certain media outlets can be.
Very well.
Dad.
I just got a call.
Someone broke into the offices of the Legado production company.
They took all the hard drives,
and destroyed the computers and servers.
I hope none of you had anything to do with it,
because I have the interview safely stored away.
How could you even think that?
Why would we try to steal the interview, Dad?
You could just give another one.
Sure, or go live on any radio station and be all over the news tomorrow.
Great. Not only do you blackmail us,
but when we all come here to support you, because you might be losing your mind,
you throw this at us?
We can leave now.
Well, would you like us to go with you?
No. Julio's taking us.
It's not just about the ride.
It's in case you're anxious, worried, or want them to be with you.
Everything's fine, really.
Let's go.
Seriously…
This was a shit idea, Andrés.
- You've gone way too far. - I know.
It's just one of the many horrible things this family does.
But all of us.
He started this. Don't forget that.
This is my room.
Your house is really nice.
I'm going to jerk off in the bathroom.
This way, there's no tension, and we can work in peace, okay?
- That was too much, wasn't it? - Dude…
Shit, sometimes I'm charismatic, and others, I'm not funny at all.
It's at the end of the hallway.
Thanks.
Have you seen my friend? I don't know where he went.
Look, honey. I don't think he's in any of the bathrooms.
Fuck.
At the end of which hallway? There are like 200 hallways here.
Well, I've already shown you everywhere.
Were you too busy taking pictures in the bathroom?
- Let's work. I'm going to a party later. - Yeah, let's do that.
Will you be with us for a while?
- What do you think? - Will you go back to El Báltico?
We're here for El Globo's 100th anniversary.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Juan Luis.
Congratulations.
- Congratulations. - Hello, Isabel.
You'll laugh at this.
My wife and I have prayed a lot for you.
That must be what cured me.
Holy shit. Seligman at an El Globo party.
Rodrigo.
What's next? Bullfighting?
A hunting party?
Hello, Isabel.
Well, it's not often I see you in such a boring company, Lola.
- May I steal him for a second? - Of course.
I'll be right back.
We're so old, Federico.
- No. - Yes…
It feels like yesterday that we were here celebrating the 75th anniversary.
And look at us now.
Me writing my memoirs, and you giving posthumous interviews.
Have the kids gone crying to Mommy yet?
No, they don't have to do that for me to worry about them.
Or about you.
There's nothing to worry about.
Whatever they tell you, I haven't lost my mind yet.
I don't think.
What's more, I'm afraid they tried to steal the interview.
Your children, yes.
They say it wasn't them, but…
Isn't there anyone else
who might not want that interview released?
Because I know a few people who'd rather you stay quiet.
Some of them are here.
I'm just saying, if you gave them the chance,
your kids will care for you and love you.
No need for blackmail. Don't spend your last years in conflict.
I'm not going to say a word…
All right.
Let's stay for a bit, to make my mom happy.
- Then we can go. - Okay.
This party is a pain in my ass.
Well?
So?
How about we celebrate a little?
I'd rather just go home, to be honest.
Your sister told me you're feeling a bit down.
You won't have any problems with the conservatory.
What's more, if some smart-ass tries to look into the construction,
I've got you fully covered.
See that guy back there? The one who tanned for too long?
Leopoldo Wansbrough y Argüelles, marquis, founding member of the conservatory,
friend of the builder…
While your family was still in Asturias raising cows,
this guy was peeing in a silver urinal, but now he's completely broke.
So as soon as you make the deposit into his Credit Suisse account,
he has the confession prepared, which I personally wrote,
admitting he did it all for personal gain,
and that, of course, no one else on the board was aware.
Well.
Can I kiss with your husband?
It was that easy?
No. Not that easy.
I had to go out to lunch with him,
explain that with no criminal record, not much will happen to him,
and do a lot of haggling.
Fuck… Guadalupe!
Guadalupe.
Hey.
My love.
What's wrong? I did it to help. I swear, there's nothing in it for me--
Manuel, that's enough. It doesn't matter.
That's enough.
You did it, and that's that. It's who you are, and I can't change that.
What do you mean?
I can't just keep hoping nothing bad will happen.
That you won't get caught.
And that it won't affect me. And I…
I really don't want to have to choose.
But if we go on like this…
My love, don't leave me. Please.
Andrés.
I can't cover up one mistake by making a bigger one. I can't.
I can't do what you're asking of me.
I haven't asked for anything.
I was just worried about him, that's all.
- Just like I worried about you. - Forget it.
I'm going to submit my resignation.
I'll also own up to the mistakes I've made.
You'll have to excuse me for a moment.
I'll be right back.
Good evening, Leticia. Is something wrong?
I'll be right back. I need to shit.
- Luis. - Yolanda.
What are you doing with my sister, Luis?
I'm completely shocked.
- You're a real piece of shit. - Hold on, you're the one who's married.
Okay, first off, that's totally irrelevant.
Secondly, it's none of your business, but I have an open relationship, okay?
Well, exactly.
I thought this was just an occasional thing.
We fucked once and that's it. In fact, I was already with Lara.
How nice.
- So nice. - What's wrong?
- Do you want me to leave her? - What? No.
I want…
Look, what I want is to never talk about this again.
- It's over. - Okay.
If you tell Lara, I promise I'll fire you on the spot.
I take that back.
I shouldn't say that, it makes me look bad,
but I've made myself clear, right?
- That's all. - Okay.
Thank you.
Idiot.
Unbelievable.
Baby.
I know you're celebrating, but tone it down a bit, okay?
Stop directing me
as if I were one of your actresses, Ricardo.
- Goddamn. - Sorry, may I know what's going on?
I'm tired.
Of constantly satisfying your sexual fantasies.
I don't want to fuck other people! Do you hear me?
I hear you, but lower your voice a bit, please.
I like normal sex.
You know?
Just normal.
Going to bed together,
cuddling, I don't know, waking up in the morning,
having morning sex, totally normal.
I don't even need to have an orgasm every time.
Baby.
It seemed like you were doing so well, I had no idea.
I'm sorry, baby. I'm an idiot.
Look, the last thing I want to do
is pressure you into doing something you don't want to do.
That's what you did, Ricardo.
I had to hook up with my sister's boyfriend.
And I feel like a real piece of shit.
Your sister's boyfriend?
Fuck, that's perverse.
The guy's a real looker, isn't he?
That's your response?
That's what you have to say right now?
- I mean-- - It boosts my ego.
It boosts my ego that a guy who clearly has plenty of options,
who's with a 19-year-old,
decides to sleep with my wife.
I mean, you're a goddess.
You're a goddess.
You're stunning.
- Yeah? - How was it? Tell me.
Did he fuck you good?
Yes, he fucked me real good.
Excellent, yes.
Excellent.
He grabbed me right here.
Very strongly.
Held you up against…
And… he banged me.
- You're a real slut, huh? - And--
- And you got really horny, right? - So horny.
- I mean, you're… - Right.
You'll tell me everything, right?
- I had some fun. - Very nice.
Okay. What?
I can't believe it.
I'm really sorry.
Take care.
I have an article for you. It's already written.
It was going to be an editorial for El Báltico,
but it's been censored.
I just emailed it to you.
Thanks for the party.
Don't say anything about going in his car. I'm already living in his house.
Fucking wall to wall.
You men are all the same. So much pride.
I mean, I feel really uncomfortable. I might change my last name to Seligman.
Andrés, look what your father published in El Globo.
El Báltico is no longer a leading media outlet,
always a step behind,
trying to keep up with the trends of a dull, sensationalist journalism,
that doesn't question power,
or do its job,
manipulates, and distorts.
And it's possible that one of the main culprits
is its current editor,
my son.
Go ahead.
An extraordinary board meeting will finally be held.
They're going to take down Andrés.
Subtitle translation by: Lee Pollard