Andrés, where were you?
Where do you think?
This is a shitshow. We have to handle your dad and Aguirre.
We have to pick a side.
Neither. I'll write the editorial.
Where's that intern from Logroño? The one with freckles?
I don't know. Why?
Because he has some amazing coke.
God, Andrés.
- What? - Seriously?
As if you've never snorted a line with me. Come on.
Well, it won't be as funny now, but what can you do?
Andrés, what are you doing? Get down!
Get down, man!
Sorry.
It would've been insane if I got up to give an epic editor's speech
and I killed myself. But no, I'm all good.
Well, I just wanted to tell you that you're all awesome.
Every one of you.
And… isn't it bullshit?
That we have to live in a time when people prefer
to do little dances on TikTok
instead of reading a newspaper.
I suppose you've all heard by now that I'm getting canned.
So I figured I'd treat myself,
and do whatever I feel like.
For example, where's Beatriz?
I'm gonna ask Beatriz out to dinner.
Poor thing's embarrassed, and hiding.
You don't have to answer me now. Okay, where's Edu?
Where's Edu? Edu!
At his desk, Edu! I've fucked with you.
I might seem like I'm handling it well,
but you living with my ex…
So I'm going to make it up to you, okay?
You're going to cover the Champions League, all week.
All expenses paid.
And bring Sandrine. Take her with you.
The company's paying, so take her with you.
Anyway, that's pretty much all I wanted to say.
Think more about yourselves during these coming months
and less about the paper.
But I know you won't do that
because you're damn good journalists.
And…
It's been a privilege being your editor.
And if my father had spent half the time with you that I've spent here,
he wouldn't have had the balls to write that trashy article.
That's all.
- Bravo! - Bravo!
ROTTEN LEGACY
You didn't invite us here to hear us talk about takeovers and refinancing.
What do you want?
I need your help with Aguirre.
You do a lot of business with his investment fund.
I need him off my hands.
Get him promoted, get him sent to London, anything.
But get him out of Progresa.
We can't, Federico.
As much as we'd like to help, we can't play around with money.
And they have a lot.
Federico, my man.
Asking for help to sabotage your own newspaper?
This won't look great in court.
One question. What will you do when they ask these people to testify?
Ask them to lie?
If your strongest case against me is some gossip among friends,
then I can rest easy.
Fortunately, this country has laws
that protect freedom of expression, and the right to criticize.
How lovely.
It's been fun seeing you in action, up close.
It's obvious you're a great journalist.
I think if you repeat that word-for-word in court,
Suárez de Mariño will melt like butter in your hands.
Remember him?
Because he won't stop talking about you.
Yes. He often recalls the articles the newspaper ran
on his dissenting opinion in The Wolf Pack case.
I'll file for his recusal.
Good luck with that.
Or we can negotiate your departure from Progresa.
Let's cut to the chase, Federico.
I'm going to offer you 2% above tomorrow's market price.
Quick, simple, no getting your hands dirty,
and some cash as well.
You leave with money for your children, your future generations, whoever you want.
Do you really want to go to court?
I get that it hurts your pride
to be pushed out by those "young punks" at the stock exchange,
but what if you lose?
- I won't lose. - I hope not.
Otherwise, you'll have to cover the losses with your own assets.
Have you seen how the share price has tanked
since your little article?
Because I have.
There are a lot of zeros, Federico.
Do you really want to risk it?
I think this is a good way out, Federico.
Listen to your friends, okay?
Think it over, talk to your children, if they still talk to you.
But give me an answer before the markets open tomorrow.
Well, anyway.
Enjoy your meal.
Better not meet again without me.
The bill's taken care of.
Federico, are you all right?
Good afternoon.
Manuel Medrano Arraya?
Yes, that's me.
Please come to the station with us.
Okay, may I ask why? Does it have to be right now?
- I have to pick up my girls from school. - I'm sorry, but we have orders.
I'll call someone else to get them.
- Leave the phone. - One moment, please.
They're two young girls. I can't leave them alone.
Lupe, could you pick up the girls? Something's come up.
Come on, sir. Let's go.
Come along, nice and easy. Come on.
Let me close the door.
Let's go.
Shit, Vargas.
I don't know what's going on, but I'm not being treated very well.
Mister Medrano. Don Manuel.
What's this about? Why are you acting like you don't know me?
And this house?
On Calle Valdepinos. It's yours, isn't it?
Yes.
We've found human remains on your property.
We haven't identified them yet.
Tell me you can help me with this, please.
Do you know how they might've ended up there?
Don't do this. I'm asking you, please.
You can't do this to me.
Please.
Hello.
I was in the neighborhood, and I thought
I'd give you a ride to work, so we can catch up.
And, well, I see this house which blows me away.
It's incredible.
- Hold on, Rocío… - Rocío, what a surprise!
Come on in.
- What is it? - It has to be you, Lola.
And even though Lupe already told me that you won't be persuaded,
I wanted to try.
Honey, you know me. I'm very stubborn.
Well, I'm convinced you'd be a damn good minister.
That's exactly what I said.
Plus, both parties would accept you because you're independent.
You've been so involved in the world of cinema, art, and music.
And everyone sees you as the best mayor this city's ever had.
Well…
People only remember what they want.
And to top it off, you're humble.
You'd liven up this government. You sure it's a no?
I'm sure.
Besides, I don't want to end up as stressed out as you two.
But thank you.
Well, I tried my best.
Can you give me five? We'll go together.
I don't know.
This charade you pulled with your mom has pissed me off.
It's best if you don't come today. Was it really so hard for you to tell her?
Shit.
Okay, that's it. Don't worry.
It's been like that since this morning.
What matters is there are no polyps or nodules.
There's no physical reason to explain the loss of your voice.
So it has nothing to do with the cancer, or years of treatment?
I'd say no.
It's psychogenic dysphonia, caused by a spike in stress.
Rest your voice.
We can administer a corticosteroid shot if we need to.
You need to rest. Have you been overwhelmed?
Hearing you say how relaxed you are was really pissing me off.
Don't start laughing now.
Let's call your lawyer. Tell him we're going to Mallorca to relax.
Until you get summoned, they can take care of everything.
Yeah. And your kids' situation is over as well.
You can't live like this.
Or do you want to go back to Houston? Because I don't.
Today, it's your voice. Tomorrow, you're dead.
I refuse.
Hey…
Promise me.
I'd never fucked in a pool before. Just so you know.
And I loved it.
- Are you leaving? - Yes. Aren't you?
I was thinking of staying. You said they closed it for us, right?
The pool, yes. Until noon.
But we still have the room, right?
Yes.
Hey, do you not want me to stay?
Since it's paid for, it'd be a waste not to use it,
but I don't want to bother you.
No. I mean, yes. If you want, stay, of course.
Of course.
I mean, just look. Goddamn. I've never slept in a place like this.
But…
- Nothing. - What?
- No. - Tell me.
No, all good.
Yolanda, what is it?
It's just…
What?
You're not gonna bring Lara here, are you?
Seriously…
- Sorry. - But--
It's awful. I know.
It just crossed my mind.
And I thought, what if she comes here
and I'm the loser paying for it, you know?
Want to talk about it?
What we are, where this is going…
Maybe we should think about
me leaving Lara, if you leave your husband.
Well…
I have a lot on my plate right now,
but why don't you think about it and tell me what you decide.
- Okay? - Okay. Bye.
See you.
- Bye. - Bye.
At first, I didn't expect to be that impressed.
I've stayed in a lot of nice hotels.
But goddamn.
And it's free, which makes it even better.
When they told me I could stay, I wanted to share it with you.
Yeah, right.
What you were thinking was,
"I'll bring her here, to this fancy place,
with the skyline in the background…
and she'll definitely let me fuck her in the ass."
- No. - What? Am I wrong?
Well, that's enough for today, okay?
YOLANDA'S CELL PHONE DOCUMENTS - IMAGES - AUDIOS
Don't forget the McLuhan project.
Find a partner, choose a topic, and e-mail it to me.
All right.
Hey, I'm sorry, but I still can't find you on the class list.
What did you say your name was again?
Escudero. León Escudero.
Well, you aren't on here.
I'll check with the admin office. I don't know what's up with my enrollment.
Do that, and let me know.
I WANT TO SEE YOU. I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER.
LAST NIGHT WAS CRAZY.
Motherfuckers.
OFFICIAL SUMMONS
Federico.
Isabel told me you lost your voice.
But I have to talk to you about something. It's important.
It's Enrique.
Enrique, while you were in Houston,
he decided…
He's been arranging his euthanasia.
And it's tomorrow.
It's been scheduled for months.
I'm telling you because, even if he won't admit it,
he needs to say goodbye.
And you to him.
Tonight, we're all going to his place.
A farewell party.
He doesn't want it to be sad.
You have to go.
Put your pride aside.
So what if he didn't tell you?
If you don't go,
you'll regret it for the rest of your life.
POLICE
- How are the girls? - The girls are doing great.
They don't miss you at all.
- Honey, are you okay? - Yes.
Yes, I'm fine.
- You seem a bit off. - No, I'm fine.
Okay, fine.
Don't worry. If you have to stay in Seville, then stay.
This divorce is going nicely.
Yes. It sure is.
- Have fun, okay? - Okay.
- I love you. Bye. - Me too.
Well?
When are you going to apologize for yesterday?
Well, yes.
But it's not what you think.
Why don't you just admit it?
Admit that you want to be minister
and you were so pissed that we didn't offer it to you,
that you didn't say a fucking word.
Okay, fine. I admit it.
I want to be minister.
But I'm not doing this for ego, or ambition.
I'm doing it because I'm your best candidate,
and I'm more than qualified.
What I really don't understand,
is why you offer it to everyone but me.
You really need me to tell you why?
You're a clever girl, aren't you?
Maybe I'm a little obtuse when it comes to this. Tell me.
People don't like you, Lupe.
Everyone sees you as the little rich girl with a hunger for power like your father.
And on top of that, you have the nerve to come here and lecture us
like you're the ultimate leftist.
You won't make it. Accept that.
You can be our bulldozer,
the one who steps up, says what no one else dares to,
and takes the punches.
That's all.
But if you fuck us over like this again, you won't even get that.
Got it?
Will you come find me later?
Yes.
You better not find her.
What?
Don't find her.
Unless you want to tell her about you and Yolanda.
What the fuck are you saying? Get out of the car.
Get out of the car?
Get out of the ca--
You tell her, or I will.
You've got to be kidding.
Your editorial isn't getting published. You know that, right?
Shit, the intern.
Excuse me, he's got some amazing coke. I'll be right with you.
Andrés, that's not funny. This won't be published.
How can you talk about the investors like that, let alone me?
Hey, I'm talking to you, man!
We're trying to fix the mess with your father's article
and are about to finalize a deal with the Government for institutional ads.
- Don't bust my balls. - That's not my job.
Editorials are the responsibility of the editor,
who also sets the newspaper's editorial stance.
Where'd this guy go?
Back when I was an intern, I was always available.
He won't get far like this.
The point is, this is my editorial stance.
And it will be for the next eight months.
Do you think I'd think twice about firing you?
Eight months?
Do you think I'd care?
Now, Manuel.
I don't think you're a murderer,
which leads us back to the same question.
Why is someone buried on your property?
Vargas, I don't know.
I bought the property. How could I have foreseen that?
It's something…
What is it?
Let's see.
Let me rephrase the question.
Because more remains have been found.
Of 27 different people.
MADRID METRO
Hello.
Is someone at the door?
I've gathered you here, because today marks the end of a chapter in my life.
I've decided to accept Aguirre's offer, and sell our stake at Progresa.
It has not been an easy decision.
I've devoted more than half of my life to the newspaper,
and I'm not willing to let it take away the time I have left.
You all know, better than most, how hard it is for me to step back
and accept that some things are beyond my control.
But I'm left with no other choice.
I don't have any fight left in me.
"I hope this ends up being a relief for you,
even if it's just for the money."
I know we aren't on the best of terms right now.
Some of you are eager to stand up against me.
"But I'm asking you to do me this one last favor."
"Approve the sale."
"And in return, I'll destroy the interview."
So it's over.
Can you believe it?
But we can't sell, right?
Don't worry, Aguirre won't get rid of your channel.
But he could fire me, like you.
Well, enjoy the big payout you'll be getting in return.
I'm heading out sailing tomorrow.
That money will make the party love me even more.
It might seem crazy, but you could also donate it.
Or get over your insecurities, and start enjoying life.
Because it's over.
Finally, it's all over.
Guys, I have to go.
- Okay. - We'll talk later, okay?
My father is determined to sell.
I've never seen him like that. We need to act.
The problem isn't your dad. It's bigger than that.
The government can't allow the nation's top media company
to fall into the hands of a conservative foreign fund.
This is our death sentence.
Your brother was laying into us hard. Now we're about to get steamrolled.
SUPPORT FOR INDEPENDENCE
Do you think the Catalans could match Aguirre's offer?
For this level of power,
they're willing to get into any amount of debt.
This will be complicated, but it's feasible.
And they like us.
- It's a fucking odyssey. - Yes.
I'm going to feel Roca out.
But you need to make sure your father backs down.
Of course.
But I thought I was just your bulldozer.
You owe me.
Yolanda?
Are you leaving?
Yes, I'm leaving. Why?
No reason. I just thought we could get a drink.
Now?
I'm a bit annoyed with Luis.
All right, sure. A drink might do me good.
This dude is ghosting me.
The other day was great, but today…
- Has he said anything to you? - Nothing at all.
It's not like my relationship with him is…
I mean, I'm his boss, but not…
Yeah, but I just don't get it.
I don't know. The only thing I can think of
is that maybe he's a bit unsettled about this thing you've got with León.
I love León. I mean, I think he's the best.
And what thing do I have with León?
"What thing do I have with León?" Lara.
You've got a thing, don't you?
It's not really clear if he's your gay best friend,
but there's some serious sexual tension there.
And something needs to be done about it.
- I don't know. You've noticed it too? - Come on.
I mean, it's true that he sometimes throws suggestive jokes my way.
- Yes. - Should I stop him?
No, don't stop him.
Come on, Lara.
Quite the contrary.
I mean, look, if I were you,
I'd go straight up to him, acting all slutty.
I'd even grab him by his junk.
And I'd say, "León, are you gay?"
And depending on his answer, you hook up with him.
You've been watching too much porn.
And I can't hook up with him! I'm with Luis.
"I'm with Luis."
Well, be with both of them.
I'd go for both of them, straight up.
Testing the waters, seeing which one turns me on more.
No big deal.
How could I do that? That's not who I am.
Plus, I'd feel awful.
Constantly lying and being overwhelmed. No way.
Lara, that's Christian guilt.
That's no good. As Ricardo always says, you need to be honest about your desires.
Just thinking about cheating seems like a big deal to you.
But the fifth time around, you see it for what it is,
human nature.
You're blowing my mind right now.
The other day you said you're a loser who's hardly fucked anyone.
Now you're getting it nonstop, and I'm the innocent one.
Look, dummy. The other day, drugs were involved.
You can't take anyone too seriously when they're on drugs, can you?
What?
Hello?
- Where are you? - Hang up.
- Are you okay?
Hang up.
Hang up! Come on.
Okay. Where?
I'm sorry, Manuel.
The guys from the construction company told us everything.
You've known for months, that a mass grave
from the Spanish Civil War, was discovered on your property.
Does historical memory mean anything to you?
You only care as long as it doesn't delay construction.
What do you want, Vargas?
- Money? - No.
You know what worries me?
The poor Reds, who won't be able to give their grandpa a proper burial.
This will get your wife plenty of votes.
Doesn't she know?
Fuck, she doesn't know.
See that glass divider?
People will be fighting to watch you
trying to explain yourself.
Vargas…
I'm begging you.
I'll do anything you want.
I'll pay you whatever you want, but please leave my wife out of it.
I'm begging you.
We all have money.
But there's one thing that only you have, Manuel.
Access to Federico,
to the Seligmans, and their secrets.
What do you think I know?
You think Federico tells me his secrets?
Federico recorded an interview. You know that, right?
Are you aware or not?
Well, you're going to tell me where it is.
I can't believe you.
With my sister? Really?
Can you just put yourself in my shoes for one second?
If I said no, do you know what she could do to me?
- Yolanda? - Yes, Yolanda.
Clearly, I don't know her that well.
I really didn't think she'd stoop this low.
She's not an ogre. She doesn't eat people.
She's Yolanda Seligman.
She could make a phone call, and I'd never work as an architect again.
So you fucked her because you felt forced to.
Fuck, Lara. No.
Know what I think?
If I were a friend, telling you this story about your brother, Andrés,
you'd be more empathetic.
It's the same thing.
Just imagine, okay?
I'm just an intern.
And he starts coming on to me.
And one day he calls me into his office,
to discuss the amazing plans he has for me.
And right then, just when I'm most excited…
he goes in for a kiss, and gets his dick out.
Don't you see that, in this situation, I have a lot to lose if I refuse?
It's an abuse of power.
If you think what I did is horrible,
and you never want to talk to me again, I understand.
But I think we should acknowledge that I'm the real victim here.
- She'll be hearing from me. - Listen to me, don't say anything.
You know how that would end, knowing how Yolanda is.
I'll lose my job, minimum.
I can't believe this.
So she just gets off scot-free?
Well, I think you should keep your distance from her.
What about you?
- What will you do? - Keep working. What am I supposed to do?
Try to understand.
How is Seville?
Good.
Better than I expected.
Lupe, you know that I love you more than anything in the world, right?
Of course.
Yes, I know that.
I have to go. I'm at Dad's house.
- I'm going to… - Okay.
- Never mind. - Okay.
Dad, listen.
Roca told us they're matching Aguirre's offer.
They'll keep the same editorial stance that you prefer.
I know what you're thinking. Of course it interests us.
It's good for us. At least they're left-wing.
Yes, that too. And separatists too.
But they do it well, because they care about journalism.
They're not just in it for the money.
And the court case?
If I don't sell to Aguirre, he won't drop the lawsuit.
And I'll never win with Suárez de Mariño.
What if we take care of the judge?
Ladies and gentlemen of the assembly,
we inform you that the session will resume in 30 minutes.
Please be punctual so that we can follow today's established agenda…
Hey, Rocío!
Don't you think you insulted me enough in there?
What do you want?
To help you win the primaries.
So, you think it's best for the government
if the baroness leads the opposition, right?
You insult me, but at least you have class.
Let's just say, it's the lesser evil for us.
Facing someone who's smarter, and better prepared.
And evil, don't forget.
I hate the poor. I'd eat their babies if I could.
Look, we'll handle this the way we always do.
A nice meal, a few drinks, some laughs,
and at the end of the night, a check for the judge.
What do you want for it?
Suárez de Mariño.
That's perversion of justice, Guadalupe. It's not allowed. It's a crime.
No.
What your party member is doing in the video is a crime.
All we're suggesting is an informal chat,
With a judge friend, who you pledge to support
in his bid for a spot on the Judicial Council.
In exchange for him dropping the Progresa case, right?
Well…
- Okay. - Okay.
I'd offer you some of my drugs, but I'm not sure how you'd react to them.
You've got nothing to say?
Lost your voice again?
I never told you, but personally, I'm grateful for these crises…
and you not being able to chime in for a change.
Besides, after that interview,
I feel like I've heard more than enough from you for the rest of my life…
which won't be long.
Why didn't you tell me?
I guess break time's over.
I took corticosteroids.
I needed to talk.
I didn't want to say goodbye to you.
It tormented me to think
that this would be the way you'd remember me.
I'm sorry, but…
I'd rather remember this.
One of these is for you.
They're my memories.
You want a damn legacy too?
No.
It's just…
I've always told you there's a story there.
The only one I care to tell.
Our story.
I only agreed to do the interview
because it was a way for me to wrap up my paperwork.
And all I talked about was my kids.
I have one request.
Read them.
Correct them, especially--
- The commas. - You know they're not my strong point.
You can edit out whatever you want.
If there's anything you don't want to share, take it out.
Please don't leave me.
I know I have no right to ask, but please don't leave me again.
My editor.
Will you spend the night with me?
My last one.
Of course.
If I told you, my love
That I'm afraid of the early morning
I don't know what these stars are
That sting like threats
They say the moon bleeds
On the blade of its scythe
I sense that after this night
An even longer night will follow
I don't want you to leave me
My love, at dawn
At dawn, at dawn
Federico, do you remember the arguments these two had,
Enrique and Luis Eduardo, over this song?
Enrique insisted you couldn't say,
"I want you not to leave me, my love, at dawn."
The correct way was, "I don't want you to leave me, my love, at dawn."
Of course, it's not a command.
It was a plea.
Seligman, do you have a minute?
Of course. Excuse me.
Listen,
Suárez de Mariño has withdrawn from your case.
I'm telling you so you won't forget who helped you with this.
Do you really think that this is the right place to call in your favors?
No, you're right.
- I better leave. - You better.
Before I get hives from seeing so many Republican flags.
Federico, call me. And take care of your voice.
Federico.
Mr. President, thank you for coming.
You have our condolences.
- I'm sorry. - Thank you.
And believe me, I hate bothering you at a time like this,
but we need to discuss what will happen with the group.
We've heard rumors that you're considering selling to Roca and the Catalans.
And that's a problem.
The way I see it, you're the ones who have the problem.
Roca and the Catalans have an impeccable track record behind them.
Isn't their money worth the same as anyone else's?
This isn't about money.
It's about protecting the nation's public interest.
What country, Mr. President?
I'm tired of working.
I couldn't care less whether the biggest publishing group in Spain
is controlled by the separatists, or by Aguirre and his investment fund.
I don't care.
At my age,
you start to think more about enjoying the time you have left
with your loved ones.
The ones you have left.
So, if you have nothing else to say to me…
please excuse me.
Seligman, wait.
What do you want in return?
Help me find a new position for a friend.
Let's start with that.
Call him now.
We have to talk about Aguirre.
And what was Enrique like?
Very affectionate. The complete opposite of my father.
He was kind, and always brought gifts.
I have news.
I've just heard I'm being sent to Singapore.
Wow.
What a shame we can't keep working together.
Núñez Navarro betrayed me, that son of a bitch.
But look, do you know that saying,
"Resentment is like drinking poison, and waiting for your enemies to die"?
Well, I'm in a bit of a hurry.
I just sent you a little gift.
What is this?
CONFIDENTIAL DOCUMENTS
Aguirre has nothing to lose now.
If there's anything here, we have to go after this guy.
Because in a few days, he'll be vice president.
It'll be much harder without you here.
They haven't kicked me out yet. We have time. Get on it.
I had an issue with a chick who kept pestering me.
A frigid bitch.
I didn't think she'd actually do it, but she reported me.
And Vargas took care of it. I'm sure you can imagine how.
- Are you okay? - Yes, honey.
Excuse me.
Could we have a word, please?
Sure.
Are we selling to the Catalans?
We're not selling.
Did you ever consider selling?
Or was it just an attempt to manipulate me?
I'm not that smart.
- You're here - Mom, a kiss.
And the interview?
Will you stick to your word this time, or not?
Even better.
As part of the deal with the president and Núñez Navarro…
in exchange for not selling,
let's say they've offered to include a little clause
that I think you're going to like.
I have a hunch you're going to become a minister.
Don't smile too much.
We're at a funeral.
Don't let them catch you smiling in the photo.
I'm not sure if I'm really in the mood to smile.
In fact, it pisses me off that it happened this way.
Yes.
It's unfair that they'd give it to you just because you're my daughter, yes.
But it's also unfair that, because you're my daughter,
you weren't offered it sooner.
You have plenty of talent of your own, Guadalupe.
Opportunities come in all shapes and sizes.
What matters, is what you do with them.
I was going to read out a passage from Enrique's first novel
that I find particularly moving.
But then I thought, if he could hear me, he'd probably roll over in his grave
and say that it sounds pretentious or cheesy,
or worse yet, a total drag.
That's something he'd never forgive me for.
I guess he'd rather we all head to the bar, and tear his writing apart.
Which is pretty much the same thing he used to do
at the funerals of his peers.
Sorry, friend, but I'm still going to read a few lines by Gil de Biedma,
who I know you loved.
He, too, was taken from us too soon by a cruel illness.
And he was also gay, which scored him some extra points in Enrique's view.
"That life was serious,
one begins to understand later."
"Like all youngsters, I came to take life by storm."
"I wanted to leave my mark, and leave to a round of applause."
"To age, to die,
were merely the dimensions of the stage."
Hey! Stay still.
"But time has passed, and the harsh truth begins to surface."
"To age, to die…
that's the only storyline in the play."
Subtitle translation by: Lee Pollard