Are you okay?
- Yes. - May we continue?
Yes.
But who planned all this?
Who could hide something so big from the public?
The government?
Not exactly.
In Spain, several institutions function around the government,
regardless of its political stripe.
Then there's that generation of cops,
who continue to behave with the same impunity
they did under the dictatorship,
extorting and blackmailing without limits.
Excuse me. This will do you good.
Thank you very much.
- How are you? - I'd be doing better with a bonus.
That's not going to happen.
It's your own fault for coming in on your day off.
Don't worry.
"Don't worry"?
Have you seen poor Mirella?
What if you or I had been here? Or Lara?
We need tighter home security.
It won't happen again.
They wanted the interview. And now they have it.
Is that meant to make me feel better?
Lara and I don't deserve this. I'm tired of always being an afterthought.
There's always something more important than us.
The newspaper, or your children.
What's going to happen? Will they publish the interview?
I think I'm the only person in Spain who would dare to publish that interview.
Whoever stole it will use it to blackmail me.
So I'll wait for them
to poke their head out and give themselves away.
Very well.
That makes me feel much better.
These crooks run front companies,
with which they have spied on judges, prosecutors, politicians, businessmen…
Anyone deemed a person of interest
was placed in a classified file
that these police had access to
and exploited for their own personal gain.
They know that as long as they follow their bosses' orders on state matters,
nobody will interfere with the shady deals
that they do on the side.
See?
Things can be so simple sometimes.
A bit of concrete and your problems disappear.
Careful. Solar panels cost a fortune.
Those motherfuckers.
Excuse me.
What are you doing? Excuse me?
My dad told us to take the solar panels until you pay.
I'm working on getting you the cash.
You better be.
Come on, Manuel. Smile.
It's just a little more money.
And you guys have plenty.
The deal was supposed to just be the interview.
Now you want 150,000 for the construction company,
and another 100,000 for you.
Don't pay, then. That's your problem.
I think that kid's a reasonable guy.
And, well, you know me.
I'm very good-natured.
The problem is that we've allowed them to go unchecked.
And we can't allow that.
We have to stop them in their tracks.
ROTTEN LEGACY
ANDRÉS SELIGMAN NUERO CHIEF EXECUTIVE
Here already?
So you've rediscovered your passion for journalism?
Not really.
I came in early to watch porn in peace.
I've taken another look. I don't know what to tell you.
It's very fishy, but nothing solid against Núñez Navarro.
And given that Aguirre is our source, my confidence is low.
You really are rusty.
You know the report it mentions?
It was archived shortly after, but I found the person who filed it.
- Would she be willing to talk? - Over the phone, I doubt it.
But if we pay her a visit, I bet you could convince her.
TO MY PROOFREADER
ENRIQUE'S MEMOIRS
Federico.
Manuel?
Tell me it's not true. That they haven't stolen your interview.
Who told you?
Why does that matter?
But if I know, imagine how many other people already know.
You have to tell Guadalupe, so she can prepare.
Surely you understand how fucked up it is for your daughter
if an interview comes out where her father throws her under the bus.
Don't hide behind my daughter.
You're just afraid of losing your free ride.
Is that what you think? Is that how you see me?
Do you really think I'd swallow my pride
and come over here just because I'm a freeloader?
You think I don't care about the mother of my kids?
First of all, calm down.
And now tell me what you know.
I told you. Your interview was stolen.
And who has it?
All I know is there's a commissioner, a guy named Vargas,
who's been bragging to his colleagues.
And how do you know all this?
Antonio.
He's the head of security at the firm where I met your daughter.
He's a Civil Guard, the kind of guy who knows everyone.
I know what you're going to say, but I trust him.
He wouldn't have called if it wasn't important.
I'm not sure if this came from higher up or if he acted alone.
But what I do know is that if you do nothing,
this Vargas guy will ruin you.
And your daughter.
Look, Manuel.
I'm going to tell you something I never thought I'd say to you.
Thank you.
And don't worry.
We're going to do something.
It pisses me off when people don't say things to my face.
But this was inevitable. It's always the same story.
White smoke. Habemus minister!
It seemed impossible, and suddenly, boom.
They recommended you for the job.
People must like me more than you thought.
Our government partners, sure. But I'm not sure if that's a good thing.
Fighting isn't always the best way to get things done.
Of course, you need to be more pragmatic.
But only you reap the benefits of being born into your family.
Well, we could cut her some slack, right?
It's not like we have a better candidate.
If she leveraged her influence,
well, she used the system's resources
to boycott it.
That's all.
Look, Juanjo, you're very cute.
But now isn't the best time to give your opinion.
Although I think commenting on my appearance is unnecessary,
all I'm saying,
in my humble opinion as a sex object,
is that what Guadalupe has achieved is being nominated by our rivals.
And for once, they won't have an excuse to sabotage the initiatives
coming from one of our ministries.
Well then, during the handover, if it's okay with you, smile.
As if you were happy about it.
I MISS YOU
I'm not blaming you.
I'm just saying it seems a bit suspicious
getting denied funding for my documentary when you're arguing with your father.
Look, Ricardo, I honestly can't see my father calling anyone
to shut down your movie.
Well, I can see it perfectly. It'd be so easy for him.
Do you think the world revolves around you?
That there's a dark force at work to stop your art from reaching the masses?
Maybe they just thought your movie was a drag.
Could you just put the phone down?
No can do.
I'm chatting with someone on Tinder.
Thanks.
Do you have something to say?
Well, I'm leaving, because I'll feel a lot better
getting banged by a stranger in a McDonald's bathroom
than staying here listening to you ranting.
- For tonight? - For tonight, please.
Very well. Enjoy yourself.
And tell me about it later because it really turns me on.
SEND ME A PIC
- Should I charge it to your room? - Yes.
Hello. Eating with my boyfriend, or do you just fuck him?
Sexual harassment?
Look.
I may have been a bit forward with him at times.
But calling it sexual harassment…
Am I the scary one now?
You're his boss. You have the power.
He said it was hard for him to tell me.
- And people won't believe him, as a man. - One thing at a time.
Firstly, I'm not his boss anymore. I'm not on the board anymore.
And secondly, I think this kid is exaggerating a little.
He's trying to paint me as some kind of pervert
who wants to corrupt her sister's boyfriend.
Honey, I didn't know he was your boyfriend.
I didn't know at first, Lara.
I found out later. But I swear I didn't know at first.
Let me tell you something. He's really been playing along.
I mean, I wish I had filmed it so you could see.
I can show you a photo. You want to see?
- I have photos. - I don't want to.
He said it was always you who went after him.
And it was impossible to say no.
What?
Look.
That night we went out with León, remember? He was there too.
That night, maybe I did corner him a little.
It's just there were a lot of drugs involved.
I can't say this in court. It would sound awful.
I feel like shit.
Do you know how many people want a case like this to surface?
"Women are predators too."
If I heard of something like that, I'd do a special on my channel.
I deserve to be reported for being an idiot.
Lara, honey.
I don't know what I can do for you to forgive me.
Insult me. Hit me. Spit on me. Say something.
You've said it all.
Right.
Andrés. Come.
Hello. Are you Dr. María Pinos?
Yes. Who are you?
We're reporters from El Báltico.
Get out of here, or I'll sic the dogs on you.
No, one moment!
All we want is to tell your story.
We know you reported Núñez Navarro.
Yes, filing that report cost me dearly.
And trusting reporters costs even more.
- Go! - You've spoken to other reporters?
Many times.
But we're not just any reporters. He's the editor of El Báltico.
Look, I understand you want to leave it behind you and start over
and you feel safe here,
but as long as he's free, without anyone confronting him…
You may be safe,
but do you really think it won't happen to other women?
I don't have a good reason for you to trust us.
But you must've filed the report for a reason.
And I know we have no right to ask for your help, but…
I'm still gonna try.
Help us.
Help us stop this from happening again.
This guy is going to be the vice president.
We'll be over here.
Think it over. And if you want to talk, call us.
Let me give you our card.
What an asshole.
Good afternoon. Sorry to interrupt.
Can we talk?
We meet at last.
I've been trying to sit down and chat with you for a while,
but your media outlets aren't very interested in my services.
Right.
My media outlets deal with extortionists by exposing them.
I don't think you understand what's going on here.
I understand that you got into my home.
You assaulted someone very dear to me.
And now you have an interview in your possession that you can't publish.
Not all of it, no.
But there are some very juicy excerpts,
like when you talk about buying subscribers for your newspaper.
I'm sure someone will pay handsomely for that.
Is that what you want?
Money?
It will cost you money,
but I want much more than that.
Right.
And you believe it?
It's like I'm supposed to put myself in their shoes,
but it just pisses me off.
I feel like I'm an idiot if I just accept it.
Tell them to fuck off.
What are those guys doing?
Changing the alarm. We got robbed.
No shit. Were you guys here?
No, just Mirella. But it was awful. They beat her, poor thing.
- What assholes. - Yeah.
In my head, this doesn't happen in Spain. But in Houston, watch out.
Come on, it's not like you lived in the ghetto.
No, but there were some real freaks at my high school.
Your "high school"?
Yeah.
My dad was in a private clinic,
but this girl went to a public school, to "build character."
Don't come at me with your street kid act. You wouldn't stand a chance.
That's a bit of a stretch.
I bought it at Walmart.
I didn't even have to show them anything. Those Yanks are crazy.
Don't point it at me.
It's not loaded.
And how did you get it here?
Disassembled and packed in different suitcases.
Disassembled?
I was scared shitless of getting caught.
Shooting is so much fun though.
Want to hold it?
Does it scare you?
You're nuts, Lara, I swear.
It's all fabrications.
Conspiracy theories.
With no evidence.
Until it appears in your paper.
In Spain, nobody survives a front page in El Báltico.
Do you really think I'd let you use my newspaper
for these kinds of smear campaigns?
Relax.
There are always much more ethical options.
Although they do all end up with you
or one of your children in jail.
You can't even be on time today?
And who the fuck is this guy?
I asked him to come.
That way, I only need to explain the consequences of your actions once.
I almost believed you, Manuel.
You caught me…
Yes, I also have friends in the police.
And they're not all right-wingers.
Some even have grandfathers buried in a ditch.
Can you imagine, Manuel?
Years of suffering and red tape
just to get the remains of a loved one returned to you.
I have a very complete dossier,
with statements and evidence about your villa.
You'll be famous.
Is that all you have?
That I covered up a mass grave?
I've done far worse.
Yes, but I haven't published it in my newspaper.
You don't have the balls to publish any of that.
Do you really want to risk finding out?
Sure.
I look forward to it.
If you do that, it'll affect Guadalupe too.
Do you really think I care?
After the interview, and everything I've done,
I wouldn't even think twice.
Even if my daughter's career is the price to pay for taking you down.
Thank you very much, Minister, for your words.
And thank you very much for your support.
I also want to thank the prime minister for the supp--
Relax. You've got this.
Seriously, it's fantastic.
That said, I know it's probably not my place,
but do you mind if we discuss your outfit?
Listen, I think the handover is the perfect opportunity
to change your look and the public's perception of you.
Well, I just…
I mean, I think my look is perfectly in line
with the party's image.
Especially because it's austere and functional.
Yeah, exactly.
Maybe we need something a bit more exciting, less Soviet.
You used to show cleavage and wear vest tops.
Yeah, but I think what people want
is for us to work for them.
- Sure. - Not going around looking pretty and fun.
Look, I get the idea, I do, but I just can't see it.
But that's the point, honey.
You're dressed like you're about to give a lecture.
I mean, they're lovely, they really are.
But how can I wear a 4,000-euro dress
when I'm discussing minimum wage?
It costs that much because qualified people are hired to make it.
Look, this is the one.
No poor children from India are being exploited.
- Got it? - Yes.
Besides, it won't cost you anything because they'll let you have it.
Even worse.
These.
Those are all the messages that we sent each other, yes.
Well, there might be some photos missing.
Somewhat explicit.
Celia, what can I say? I mean…
Look, don't scare me. Deal with it. You're the lawyer.
Girl, I love it.
Just look at those model tits, just like Kate Moss.
And look at that little ass. Wait, I know what you need.
You're sure he's gay, right?
You really doubt it? Honey, just embrace the ego boost.
Forget my ego. He touched my ass and tits.
Is he harassing you, Guadalupe?
Just because the guy touches your ass and tits, he's harassing you?
I think we're being a bit oversensitive.
Are you okay? Anything wrong?
Look, I'm having a day that I can't put into words.
But I found time to help you, so give me a break.
Okay, relax. I'm on edge too, okay?
Well, so am I.
- Okay. - Okay, then.
Oh, girl, I love it!
It's giving Motomami. It's giving dominatrix.
What do you think?
I can't go to an official event like this.
Exactly. You're going to the ministry.
You've got to make a good impression, and make guys want to come on your tits.
Basilio recommended it.
Basilio? Guidebook Basilio?
He never fails.
Dani with the ball. Dani looking for Álvaro.
But here comes Fermín. Fermín cutting inside.
He shoots and scores!
Goal!
Man, the food better be good.
WEDDED GUY, LIMP SUPPLY
Well, it's pretty good.
Want to try?
Tell me, did you also bring Beatriz from accounting here?
Yeah, of course.
It's my secret weapon.
The more feminist the girl is, the sooner I bring her.
You want to seduce me?
Maybe we should spend the night here.
Of course. You've never slept in a hostel.
No. And I've never ridden the subway either.
And I've never seen a single poor person.
What are they like?
Do you want to stay for a bit?
Or are you going back to your room?
No.
I'm leaving.
What about tomorrow?
Tomorrow nothing.
We're fine.
But you clearly still love your ex and want to get back with her.
Oh really?
- Is it that obvious? - Yeah.
That's fine with me.
Sweet, even.
But if you were going to fuck someone from the paper,
it needed to be me, and not that girl from accounting.
This is where I draw the line.
The scrap dealer is in the neighborhood.
The scrap dealer, ma'am.
We buy copper, aluminum, and iron. Any metal object.
It's her.
This morning, the same thing came in
to three different journalists in my office.
They say they have a video of you
throwing your own children, and your newspaper, under the bus.
And will you publish it?
- What would you do in my shoes? - Wait.
The source providing it could be discredited very soon.
And El Globo's image wouldn't look great
if it turns out you helped spread the rumor.
So it'd be for my own good, and not yours.
No, it's true.
You'd be doing me a favor.
Just like I did when a video of yours was floating around,
of a sexual nature.
I chose to protect your private life.
Hi, this is Lara.
I can't answer, or I don't want to.
LEÓN ESCUDERO GUILTY OF MURDER
She blocked me.
Goddammit.
BROTHER OF JOURNALIST BRUNO ESCUDERO, WHO DIED IN AFGHANISTAN,
RESPONSIBLE FOR THE DEATH OF TWO GIRLS
Want to try?
Don't be…
What?
A coward.
- Me, a coward? - Shoot.
- You'll see. - I'll teach you how to shoot. Here.
Be careful.
Like this?
Yes, that's perfect.
If you want to fall backwards and shoot yourself in the foot.
Okay, smart-ass. Why don't you come over and show me in a very sexy way?
What's wrong? Don't you watch movies?
Stand like this.
Spread your legs a little.
What are you doing?
- Yolanda told me to. - Told you what? To touch my dick?
- Sorry. - Wow.
Nice.
I don't know, man.
What?
I don't know if you're coming on to me,
or I'm just the girl you talk about guys with.
I'm a bit confused about everything with Luis and…
And what?
And, yeah, shooting makes me a bit horny.
Me too.
Guadalupe.
I was calling to see if you were going to come to the handover.
I'll try to make it, but things might change today.
Really? What things?
Dad?
Are you there? Is everything okay?
Yes, honey, sorry.
Guadalupe, even if I don't make it, I do care about you, and I always have.
Okay.
And, Dad?
What?
Well, do you think I deserve it and I'll do a good job?
I think you'll do well in some things and poorly in others, like everyone else.
But I don't think that matters if you have a commitment to public service, ideals,
and you're not afraid to adapt.
What a small ask.
Nothing you haven't already proven.
Thanks.
Was this the cop that stabbed you, Commissioner Vargas?
He'd been harassing me for months,
trying to get me to shut up and not report Núñez Navarro.
When he saw it wasn't working, well…
he changed to more… aggressive tactics.
How can a commissioner do that?
I don't know, but I don't think it was the only time he did it.
So you knew García-Alix too?
No matter how much they try to paint it as the big scene,
It was always the same group of us going to the same bars.
You were so gorgeous.
I mean, you still are, but it's intimidating.
Look at this.
He was an amazing artist, and he loved me very much.
Those were wild years.
But we had a wonderful time.
And are you sure you want to sell it?
- Jon, honey, could you come here? - Well…
I'm so happy you placed your trust in our gallery.
But I need to go before my boss kills me.
- Jon! - Thank you.
It's fucking unbelievable.
Four little spoiled brats, trying to look modern.
And look at how much this costs now.
I have the interview.
It's worse than I thought.
It's a complete drag.
He just talks and talks and keeps talking.
And the first thing you did was go around offering it to journalists.
No. I just made a couple of calls to make Federico nervous.
What if Federico doesn't play ball? Then what will you do?
- This was supposed to protect my children. - That's why it's better if you talk to him
and spare us all the headache.
Look, I asked you for something very specific.
You could've been professional about it, but no.
You had to wave your dick around.
And now you're scared.
You know that Federico can take away what you value most.
- What could he take from me? - Your anonymity.
No one has dared to go after you yet.
But once the first stone's thrown, nobody will come to help you.
And you?
Who's coming to help you?
One of those artsy fag friends of yours?
No.
You need me to do the dirty work.
So, Lola, you need to learn that sometimes it's better to pay up
and shut the fuck up.
But you never shot it.
I found something better to do.
You're not a homo after all.
Well, I have sucked a dick or two.
- That doesn't surprise me. - Right.
Hungry?
- Why? - In case you want to eat something.
Sure.
- You know what we could do? - Surprise me.
You could film me with the gun, like,
"What, Luis?"
"You thought I'd forgive you? I'm gonna kill you."
Motherfu…
Hands where I can see them! Your fucking hands!
Don't move!
Freeze!
We have a 10-31, crime in progress. Two suspects in custody.
What's wrong?
Some hikers reported hearing gunshots.
I thought it'd be poachers, but this is way better.
- Hey. Come in. - Hello.
Everything okay?
I'm not sure if I'm up for a threesome.
Luis, this is Celia, my lawyer.
One of my family's lawyers.
- Have a seat. - Excuse me?
Mrs. Seligman felt more comfortable with me present.
She apologizes if she may have led you to believe
that your professional relationship needed to be more intimate.
Yolanda?
Mrs. Seligman is prepared to offer you
what we consider to be generous compensation
for any potential harm and psychological damage
this situation may have caused.
In exchange, we would like you to sign a confidentiality agreement,
which, if you accept,
will prevent you from disclosing any details about it or its circumstances.
The amount is negotiable, if you think it's too low.
Okay, let's see.
My God.
Yolanda, what I said to Lara, I said to her
because, shit, when she was in front of me,
I couldn't bear to tell her that I'd fallen for someone else.
- Could we talk in private, please? - No.
- This is a bit aggressive. - I don't think that's appropriate.
Then I'll say it in front of your lawyer.
Let's see.
I know I'm your sister's boyfriend, and you wanted to save your marriage.
But I didn't get into this for the thrill of having two women at once.
I'm not that modern.
It's obvious that I'm totally out of my depth.
I'm really sorry for how I dealt with the whole Lara thing.
I was a coward and a piece of trash. I admit it.
But nobody forced me into this. I want to make that clear.
I got into this because I wanted to.
It was because you and I have a connection.
We understand each other, goddammit.
We like each other.
- And the sex is fucking amazing. - Yolanda.
As your legal advisor, I'd say the best thing is not to be hasty here.
Take it easy.
If you don't trust me, I get it. But if you want this to end, it ends.
You don't have to give me money. Besides, I don't need your money.
I want to be with you.
I mean…
You're my lawyer, not my therapist. Don't judge me.
Okay, but make it quick.
You've only got two minutes, okay? No more.
León.
I killed two women.
And my lawyer's asking for involuntary manslaughter.
But I started the fire.
I thought there was no one there.
But the cleaners were there.
And when I heard their screams, I tried to get inside to get them out…
I need you to know that I'm not a murderer.
I was just a stupid brat.
And I didn't even know what I was doing.
I was so angry.
I wanted to get revenge by burning down the offices.
Get revenge on who?
Your father.
In accordance with the provisions of articles 62 and 56,
I hereby appoint Mrs. Guadalupe Seligman Nuero
as minister of consumer affairs,
given in Madrid on the day…
Get ready, you can't blame the government anymore.
Now you take the hits.
…and the Prime Minister, Gonzalo Sánchez Paez.
Well, this is a farewell, at least from this role.
So I'll try to be brief.
Today is the minister's day.
I'm especially pleased that my successor will be the first woman
to hold this position.
Yet another demonstration
of this government's commitment to feminism.
He sent me messages from seven different numbers,
always doing the same thing.
First, he'd backtrack from the inappropriate tone
of previous messages.
Then he'd slowly start insisting on seeing me again,
claiming we'd understand each other better in person…
Then insults would come.
Slut, frigid, cocktease, sex-starved.
And then they'd turn into death threats.
El Globo had all this and didn't print it?
They weren't allowed.
And those who can print it don't want to.
This is disgusting.
This has been the toughest decision of my career
and the best thing for the continuity of this government,
the most progressive one in this democracy.
I cannot think of a better-prepared candidate.
I'm sure that everything we've built is in good hands.
God fucking dammit.
Hey! Help! No!
Thank you.
SPANISH GOVERNMENT
MINISTRY OF SOCIAL RIGHTS, CONSUMER AFFAIRS AND AGENDA 2030
Thank you very much, Minister, for your words.
And thank you so much for your support.
It's been a long road. Difficult at times.
But despite the blows we've taken,
our convictions are still intact.
And we'll keep on fighting, with the support of all those in my party.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
But above all, I would like to thank all the people
who have made it possible for me to be here today.
Your friend Vargas sends his regards.
Snitch.
Thank you for awakening my political conscience,
for teaching me to commit to public service
and to strive to live up to certain ideals.
But above all, thank you for teaching me how to learn to fix my mistakes.
Federico!
You win, Vargas.
As always.
I hope I can rise to the occasion and meet this enormous challenge.
Mrs. Seligman, one picture, please.
- This way. - One more picture, Mrs. Seligman.
Mrs. Seligman, please.
They say I'm the one getting special treatment.
I single-handedly brought a TV channel back to life
that nobody watched.
But no one hesitated to move heaven and earth
to make the girl a minister.
Please.
They offered it to half of Madrid before her.
They even offered it to you.
I guess we just don't love you.
Honey, today's your sister's big day. Cheer up.
- But I am happy. - Yes.
I'm ecstatic.
- A bit to the right, please. - Look this way please, Minister.
My congratulations to Guadalupe.
What are you doing here? Did you come to gloat?
Do you think I'm stupid?
Are you trying to buy time, or did you think I wouldn't find out?
I know you're investigating the Dr. Pinos issue.
What? What doctor? I don't know what you're talking about.
Sure.
I don't know who that is. This doesn't concern me.
I don't give a shit.
If you print anything about this, you better get ready.
I'll destroy you.
Thanks for everything.
And don't worry. We're leading with this tomorrow.
Well, wait to see what your boss says.
I'm the newspaper's editor.
There's always another boss.
INCOMING CALL DAD
Andrés, what the fuck are you doing?
A plot showing the state's resources was given to a powerful man
with the ultimate aim of…
I can only think of "fuck over a woman." Give synonyms.
"Crush, bring down, silence, slander, smear."
- Silence. - Silence works.
This is going to be huge.
INCOMING CALL DAD
Step on it, Julio.
Let Berta check if we missed anything.
- Then publish it. - Yes.
It can't be that difficult.
I need you to remove Andrés's publishing privileges.
So he can't post anything directly to the website.
Okay, but that requires certain permissions.
And you're not even on the payroll right now.
Andrés!
- Let's go. Publish. - Now?
- Send it! Publish. - Andrés, one moment.
- Blanca, allow me. - Federico.
Allow me, please.
I don't know who tipped you off,
but you don't run this newspaper.
You're not president. You don't decide what gets published.
We'll see about that.
Has this been verified?
What do you think?
Vargas stabbed her?
In her car?
With her son in the back?
What kind of animal is he?
One of the most dangerous.
And with very powerful friends. But you already know that, don't you?
They say in Spain, nobody survives a front page in El Báltico.
Make sure to give it all the coverage it deserves.
Get reactions.
Make sure every politician shares their opinion on this.
This should be the only talking point.
Let's go.
Guys, come with me. We have a scoop.
- Everyone inside. - Rocío, Daniel, you too.
…for teaching me to commit to public service
and to strive to live up to certain ideals.
But above all, thank you for teaching me how to learn to fix my mistakes.
Subtitle translation by: Lee Pollard