You're accusing your son…
Of hiring fake subscribers to boost El Báltico's figures,
and make it look more profitable than it is.
If true, it's a very serious crime.
Which could land him in jail when this interview goes public.
So why are you telling us?
My son and I have had our differences.
We didn't speak for a long time.
But this, for the first time,
has changed my opinion of him.
Living with a secret like that.
Thinking he could get away with it.
I can't allow that.
ROTTEN LEGACY
24 HOURS EARLIER
I can't find the words to describe the shame
you've brought upon your mother and me.
Especially me. I've been here three hours.
A gun? Really? Do you know what could've happened?
I thought you had a bit more common sense, Lara.
I'll see what Victor has to say. Let's see if we can go home.
Sorry.
I have nothing to forgive you for.
But your friend might.
You've gotten him into a real mess with that little pistol stunt.
Can you help him?
I tried to get him out with you, but they wouldn't allow it.
They say he has a prior conviction.
Do you know anything?
What about you? Do you know his family?
Why would I know them?
León Escudero.
Maybe.
León Escudero, brother of Bruno Escudero,
a reporter at El Báltico.
A few years ago, he got into big trouble for burning down some of our offices.
Do you know why he did it?
His brother was killed working for us in Afghanistan.
I imagine he blamed us for sending him to war.
What does he want? Did he harm you?
Is he still obsessed with that?
I don't know.
- What don't you know? - I don't know, Dad.
It's just, on one hand, I feel like he used me.
But at the same time, I feel like I should help him.
Don't worry.
I'll take care of it.
Hey, I have to get back to the paper. Julio will take you home, okay?
To the paper?
- Clearly that's your priority. - Isabel--
Don't. I don't want to know.
Talk to the juvenile prosecutor or whoever,
but that kid can't be back on the streets anytime soon.
Okay.
I'm completely serious when I say this.
- There'll be no repercussions. - I mean, it was pure coincidence really.
It was a friend of mine who had some, but I don't have any.
Are you sure?
Yes.
We just wanted to celebrate tomorrow's front page.
Okay, fine. Yeah, I do have some.
Well, you're fired.
What?
No, I'm just kidding.
You guys are so funny.
Well then, see you later.
You're going to do coke in the middle of the office?
No, but I felt like giving you a kiss.
Okay… Well, I'm leaving.
- How come? - What do you want?
To fuck from time to time?
I don't know.
Yeah.
Once you know, we'll talk.
The number you have dialed is not available at the moment.
Try again later.
Excuse me.
Hey. No!
Guadalupe, don't go. Stay for a bit, please. It's so early.
Stay here and tell me, for example…
where you got that look, that's so…
So what?
So austere and functional.
- Come on, stay. - No, I'm going home.
- No. - Yes.
I'm drunk.
Well, I think for my first day as a minister, I did pretty well, right?
- Is that okay? - Yes, it's okay.
Okay.
I'm sorry.
No.
I thought you wanted to blow off some steam,
but… maybe things with your ex are too fresh.
Hey, don't worry.
Minister.
Yes?
Rocío?
Yes, wait. I can't hear you at all. Go ahead.
Yes, go ahead.
What?
Núñez Navarro?
What a party.
Fuck it.
That trip to Paris was a disaster.
Yes, it was foreseeable that…
a trip, a fancy hotel, expenses paid by the newspaper,
me taking care of the kids… was going to be a disaster, yes.
Next time you can cover curling in Finland.
You're so dumb.
Hey, the whole Núñez Navarro thing is really something. Congratulations.
What a pig.
What's that? Blow?
Seriously? You're doing that?
No, this is nothing like anything you've tried before.
It's in another league.
It's a super clean high, no blathering, no comedown.
Pure magic.
Especially because you're going to try it, and you're going to love it. Come on.
That Núñez Navarro and Vargas thing really is a bombshell…
Are you snorting coke?
- No. - Yes, you are.
It's the intern's.
The intern's?
Sandrine, that stuff is something else.
May I?
What about the kids?
The kids.
And what's my brother supposed to do? Cover for a sexual abuser?
It's not about that.
I'm just saying that you're on TV smiling at that pig.
Okay, but… My shoes!
We need to attack, just like they would.
I don't know if we need a war right now, a government crisis.
What crisis, Rocío, what crisis?
They should cut ties with Núñez Navarro, and face the music.
And state publicly that of course he won't be vice president.
- And if they won't say it, you will. - Yeah, right.
Look, call me tomorrow when you're sober.
- Yes. - No way.
- I'm gonna call her now. - That's a bad idea.
Of course we're gonna call her.
Give it here! Besides, you're gonna do it.
- You're gonna talk to Blanca. - For sure.
Because she's convinced that I'm still into you.
I can't deny that I had some hope at the beginning.
But now, the more I think about Blanca, the clearer it is to me.
Oh, yes. Listen to me, Andrés.
That's not how you do things.
Are you jealous?
Yeah, you are jealous. Edu, she's jealous, isn't she?
I'm jealous that she's jealous.
Come on.
We're talking nonsense. Time to sleep.
"Time to sleep", she says.
The kids have to be at school in half an hour.
No.
Yes, they do.
Oh shit.
Shit.
Where's my shoe?
I know I'm not their father, but what's the big deal if they miss a day?
They shouldn't see you with those pupils.
No, he has…
Marcos has his presentation today, on the traveling suitcase.
We've been cutting up cardboard for two weeks.
And I have to meet the Student Family Association
to go over the cafeteria's menu.
- Amazing stuff, man. - Get out!
Good morning.
We have to talk.
LEÓN ESCUDERO GUILTY OF MURDER RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MURDER OF TWO GIRLS
Good morning. I'd like to know if León Escudero is still at the station.
Which center has he been taken to?
What?
WHAT PANTIES YOU WEARING?
I'M NOT
Baby, I was thinking.
Why don't the two of us go to Málaga for a few days?
To Málaga?
Sun, beach, the Picasso Museum…
I have a lot on my plate right now, Ricardo. I can't.
Exactly, so you can relax a bit,
get off your phone, which you're addicted to.
No, I'm not addicted.
The thing is, I have important things that require my attention.
What an animal.
Come on.
We'll eat great food, get drunk,
get a bit of blow,
maybe even fuck.
Did you know Manuel was almost beaten to death?
The whole shitshow at my dad's company?
Sometimes I think, "This guy lives on another fucking planet."
Excuse me for thinking
you might feel like coming with me to Málaga for a few days.
I'm such an asshole.
But Málaga, really?
If it were that resort in Montenegro, maybe, but Málaga?
I'd like to go there too, of course.
Or to Venice, or Cannes, or…
But I got invited by the Málaga Festival.
What do you mean? Are you suggesting we go to the Málaga Film Festival?
I mean, given the dates, the festival… It's obvious, isn't it?
Sorry, my bad. I'm just not familiar with the exact schedule
of all film festivals.
But your channel sponsors it.
Well, I'm not really a cinema fan.
You and your things, man. Always.
I'm fed up, really. Leave me alone.
Hey, what's wrong with you?
We've had a lot of fun together at festivals.
Maybe you just don't want to remember.
Ricardo.
Okay, calm down!
What?
Vargas has your interview?
And he's threatened to leak an excerpt if we publish the doctor's story.
Why the fuck didn't you tell me yesterday?
You didn't think it was important enough to help me decide whether to print?
What would you have done?
Let that asshole get away?
I already asked you once.
And he destroyed both of us.
Even so, you should've told me.
Yes.
What's he going to leak?
From what they've told me at El Globo,
it's most likely the part where I talk about El Báltico's fake subscribers.
It's what harms us the most.
No, Dad, It's what harms me the most, goddammit.
It's deceiving the shareholders. I could go to jail!
That won't happen. There's no evidence.
Why did you have to give that fucking interview?
Giving an interview wasn't illegal. What you did was.
Of course. Because you do everything perfectly, just like always.
No.
I shouldn't have done it like that.
I reacted poorly.
I wanted to teach you a lesson.
And it was a mistake.
I don't mind admitting it.
They must confirm that Núñez Navarro will not become vice president
and will give up his parliamentary seat.
Otherwise, they will lose our support.
This is a red line for the party.
Thank you very much.
I don't know if an ultimatum was the best choice, to be honest.
Are you sure you don't need anything?
No, I'd rather you went home with the girls.
- But don't tell them anything, okay? - Okay.
Do you want me to tell anyone?
No. The fewer that know, the better.
It looks like it might be too late for that.
Shit.
I'm still seeing him, yes.
Many times?
Well, a few.
Well… it makes sense.
The guy's young, good-looking, fucks you well…
You're hooked.
Yeah, well…
Honestly, I'm not sure if I'm more hooked on the sexual aspect,
I mean, the excitement of being with a younger guy,
or the fact that he's a bit of an asshole, and I never know what to expect from him.
The thing is, I was thinking maybe I could spend the weekend with him
and see how I feel, what my deal is with him.
And what my deal is with you too.
Look how I reacted over the Málaga festival.
You think it's awful, right?
I think what you're doing is perfect, Yolanda.
Really?
Yes, baby, yes.
Baby, this happens to everyone.
But they stay silent, they lie to themselves, to their partners.
And what for?
To uphold the absurd illusion of the ideal couple that doesn't exist,
that's been sold to us by capitalism, and the Church.
Capitalism?
But we're not like that.
What, we're special?
Yes, exactly. You said it, we're special.
Baby…
My love.
Do you know how painful it was to find out about the subscriber fraud?
And not because it was my newspaper,
but because it was you, Andrés.
I could never have imagined you would stoop so low.
When I was an idealistic little brat, to use your own words,
you weren't too happy either.
You want me to acknowledge that I was wrong about Escudero?
That you were right?
You were. That's why I reacted like that.
My son was a better person and journalist than me.
And that pissed me off.
But I was also proud that I'd raised you right.
Ball in hand.
When I got back from Houston,
I realized that I had made you carry the weight of my sins.
It had changed you.
You had become me.
I had to fix that, to turn you back into that idealistic little brat.
To me, this just sounds like the excuses you tell yourself.
Are you sure what you wanted wasn't just to give me a smack on the wrist
and get the newspaper back?
Most likely, yes.
I'm human too, and I have my flaws. I won't pretend otherwise.
I don't know how you do it.
How can you say something so fucked up with so much dignity?
Years and years of practice.
If we'd talked about this from the start…
But you didn't even ask me why I did what I did with the subscribers.
I did ask you,
but you totally shut me out, and said it was to save El Báltico.
But that was the truth.
But those are also excuses.
What happened to you, Andrés? Really?
I need to eat something. Hungry?
The number you've dialed is turned off
or out of service right now.
I hope none of the people out there are from your channel, Yolanda.
May I?
How is he?
Let's go outside.
And the cops? Did they say anything?
It's just all so strange.
I don't know what you want me to tell you, Rocío.
I mean, I haven't had time to think about it.
Not as much as you have.
I'm sorry.
I know you don't want to talk, and it's bad timing,
but we need to know what we're up against.
Because it looks bad, Lupe. Don't tell me it doesn't.
Did they rob him? No, right?
Some guys jumped him, beat the shit out of him,
and left him outside your house. What does that sound like to you?
Well, it sounds to me like
the perfect opportunity to be a supportive friend.
Like when your alcoholic father dies, for example.
Well, for me,
knowing Manuel, it sounds shady.
And right now, we can't afford a scandal.
Right. What exactly are you trying to say, Rocío?
That if this is what it looks like,
you're on your own.
I'll always be there for you as a friend,
but the party won't support you.
I'm really sorry.
If we do end up going away this weekend, I've thought of a really lovely place.
The landscaper who worked on the gardens is from an amazing studio in Brazil.
Thank you. Look.
It's a resort in Montenegro, isn't it beautiful?
Yes.
I know exactly which one it is.
I just don't understand.
He didn't say anything. He didn't even curse, nothing.
I didn't want to fight, but goddamn.
I swear I thought it was an act.
But he couldn't care less about losing me. He doesn't give a shit.
Hey now. Are you okay?
Sorry, I…
I'm starting to think it might be a bit abrupt for us to go away now.
No, listen, please.
Do exactly what your body tells you, okay?
And that's it.
Yes, absolutely. Of course we should. I'll book it.
- No, you don't need to. - Yes. No, just let me…
What's this? Wait.
URGENT!
Movies are like mirrors.
THIRTY YEARS ON THE EDGE OF THE ABYSS RICARDO BONACHERA
Mirrors that we place in front of us.
And I see Abyss…
And I say, "What a load of bullshit."
- "What a load of bullshit." - Come on…
I see myself in that photo and I say, "That isn't me."
"I don't recognize myself."
I can see that the passion and drive are gone.
And the reason I've kept making films is because…
Well, because of my wife.
And if I had to secretly buy tickets to meet the subsidy requirements, I did.
- Like everyone does. - Ricardo…
Because that's how the industry works.
We all tell each other how great we are, and how relevant our films are,
while we're coked out of our minds, right?
But the truth is, we've been irrelevant for a while now.
And worst of all, being able to see and understand this,
instead of worshiping the ground my wife walks on, I'm losing her.
Look, I think we still have time
to get this conversation back on track.
Remember we're here to pay tribute to you.
What you should've done a long time ago, Tristán,
was give me a heads-up.
I'm going to lose the only good thing in my life.
Well, Ricardo, look.
The topics of love, losers, all of that, it's reflected in your films, right?
Tristán, you've seen me at 1,000 parties.
Trying to act all hip, like a young guy,
pursuing her like an idiot to have an open relationship.
Ricardo, you're fucking killing it, man.
Shit, you have hair!
Because I had it transplanted in Turkey.
It was pathetic.
What's left of that mature, interesting guy
she fell in love with when she was 20?
Nothing.
I'm not surprised she wants to run away.
Abyss. Any questions?
- Yes, please. - Me, over here.
There we go, honey. There we go.
You're going to get better.
They can't see me like this.
Excuse me.
Yes, one moment.
Those motherfuckers.
Some little punks…
looking like neo-Nazis, were spewing some bullshit.
I wouldn't shut up. They beat the shit out of me.
Those motherfuckers beat the shit out of me.
Really? The first thing you do when you wake up is lie to me?
What did you do?
Because I was in a bad place.
I wasn't just feeling down, but seriously bad.
Clinical depression. On meds.
I was going through the divorce with Sandrine.
Things were bad at the paper.
And suddenly, well…
You were dying.
And suddenly, everything looks bleak.
There's no way out.
Well, I even thought about…
ending it all.
Why didn't you tell me?
You had enough on your plate already without me piling more shit on you.
And besides, communication between us wasn't exactly flowing.
And then suddenly…
you ask me to run the paper.
You say I'm the ideal candidate.
You trust me.
After everything I'd told you.
I felt like shit.
I didn't want to put that burden on your shoulders.
If I had known…
That was another thing.
You'd been running the newspaper for over 30 years,
and I couldn't even handle a few months?
Because I wasn't up to the task.
Forgive me.
We're not really the hugging type, but when we do…
That's because I'm a bit high.
We should've done this as soon as I came back from Houston.
What, take drugs?
Now what?
Right…
Holy shit, man, a mass grave…
A fucking mass grave. I mean…
God fucking dammit.
I'm sorry.
We're a fucking team, okay?
You and I are a fucking team. You need to tell me things.
And we do it together, like always, right?
Right, Manuel?
You should've told me this.
We could have gone out and used this.
Gone out together,
saying, I don't know, that Guadalupe Seligman does more
for the historical memory of this country
than the fucking president. I don't know.
Goddamn.
You always just do whatever the fuck you want.
Running that shady bullshit you do
with your fucking eco-friendly house bullshit.
Fucking hell! Does my father know? How long has he known?
I feel like a complete dumbass.
I feel like a dumbass. I feel so stupid.
- I'm sorry, my love. - So stupid right now.
I'm so sorry, my love.
- No, don't. - I just wanted--
Don't say anything. Stop talking!
I need to think, so shut up. Shut up.
AAA MOM
I thought you'd be mad at me.
Of all the guys that want to fuck me…
I pick the one who's only interested in my dad.
I did want to get closer to your dad.
But I do like you.
Do you say that to all the daughters of the guys you want to get revenge on?
I spoke to my father.
And he knows exactly who you are.
He said he'll do everything he can to help you.
I know he's your father, and you'll believe whatever he tells you.
But he's an asshole.
That's also why I'm here. To hear your side.
Why do you hate him so much?
What happened?
Look, I really…
Only because it's Ricardo and because we go back,
but it justifies calling the cops.
It's not even 8:00 p.m. and look at him.
- Jesus Christ. - Girl…
Again, goddamn. Play it again, please.
Play it, come on. Come on, again.
Look, remember. Don't forget this note here.
I ask for forgiveness For not hearing your pleas
I ask for forgiveness For the tears that speak of me
I ask for forgiveness For your nights spent alone
I ask for forgiveness For suffering in silence over me
I ask for forgiveness Knowing you won't grant it
I ask for forgiveness
In the only way I know
Give me back my life
Pick up the dream
That one day your heart once took from me
And now
Give me back my life
Enough.
Baby, get up here.
Baby.
Time to go home.
Just once, please.
- Just once. - Time to go home.
Baby, help me, please. Sing.
I won't go back to loving you in secret
No
I won't try to turn my future Into your bitterness
I won't live
I won't live surrounded by so many lies
- I'll try… - I'll try…
To convince you that I always loved you
I ask for forgiveness
- Knowing you won't grant it - Knowing you won't grant it
I ask for forgiveness
- In the only way I know - In the only way I know
- Give me back my life - Give me back my life
Pick up the dream
That one day your heart once took from me
And now…
Give me back my life
My brother was a typical adrenaline junky.
He was a climber.
So he became a war correspondent.
When he got hired at the paper, he was so stoked.
I swear.
I remember when he came back,
he would say that it thrilled him, gave him life.
Until, in the end… it took it from him.
I'll always remember.
I got home from school, and my mother was crying her eyes out.
She didn't know how to tell me.
He was with Spanish soldiers, and there was a firefight.
He and another soldier were hit. The soldier was fine, but…
I'm sorry.
We knew it could happen to him.
The thing is, like that…
But why…
why do you blame my father?
Because they lied to us.
You have to go out there and face them.
Does Rocío know you're here?
The party's directive is that no one comes near me.
I work for the party. I'm not a part of it.
Why are you here?
You can't hide forever.
The more you do, the more they speculate.
You should beat them to it, control the narrative.
No.
No way I'm going out there. It's suicide.
If there weren't 20 reporters out there, I'd agree with you.
- But there are. - And what do I say?
I go out there and say what?
My husband is a dumbass?
He took a beating because he's an idiot?
You want me to say that?
I just want you to listen to my proposal, okay?
It's risky, but…
I think it could work.
Dr. Murillo to radiology, please.
One morning a reporter came to my house. I tiptoed to the living room door.
And I heard him telling my parents that he got a tip from a soldier.
My brother didn't die the way they told us.
He didn't quite know how, but…
there was a whole operation to cover it up.
Fuck.
- What happened? Who killed him? - I don't know.
But that reporter was from El Báltico.
He knew my brother, and wanted justice for him.
He promised my parents that in a few weeks, he'd bring it all to light.
But nothing. Weeks went by.
What are you doing? Calm down!
I won't calm down. That asshole promised us, didn't he?
And here we are, not knowing anything!
Until one day he showed up at the offices, and I went with him.
It was horrible.
They treated him like a piece of shit,
right in front of me.
That same afternoon, the reporter called my dad.
He said he was very sorry, but he couldn't print the article.
Do you know what my dad did?
Honey!
Drink.
Until he fell into a coma.
Honey!
My mother went to the hospital with him.
And I went straight to the offices.
And those two women…
I'm so sorry, León.
Physical contact is prohibited.
My mother died while I was inside.
I don't know what to say.
It's fucked up. All of it.
And my father never talked to you?
Or with your father?
Attention, visitors, time's up. Please start heading out.
Lara, your father has been sending us money every month since the trial.
He feels guilty.
León.
Look, I don't know what happened.
Or why my father did that. But I'm going to help you.
Kid.
MARÍA PINOS RECOUNTS BEING HARASSED BY NÚÑEZ NAVARRO
There's going to be a shareholders' meeting.
There, in public.
You have to come at me.
- Come at you? - Yes.
You have to hit me with everything.
Say that I came back from Houston hungry for power,
desperate to take back control of the paper.
That I couldn't accept being replaced,
so I attacked you with lies and defamation.
That it was me who leaked the interview.
You must demonstrate that I have absolutely no credibility,
and sink my reputation.
No, I can't do that, Dad.
Besides--
I know you think there may be evidence against you.
We'll take care of that.
I doubt it's very compelling.
Besides, as a journalist, you should know by now
that the truth is never as interesting as the story.
And this story sells.
And are you willing to…
to destroy your image?
To…
I hate to say it, but…
Your legacy?
What a pretentious little word.
But since we're getting all pompous,
let me tell you.
You are my legacy.
Yeah, it sounds cheesy.
Don't ever repeat that, but it's true.
You are the ones who really matter to me.
Let's go.
Let's go in my car.
What about Vargas?
He still has the interview.
Will you take responsibility and testify?
How is he? In a lot of pain?
- Any broken bones? - You won't say anything?
We know this is a difficult situation, but tell us about your husband's state.
Minister, any comments?
Manuel, how are you? Tell us something.
Will you be pressing charges?
Was the assault on your husband politically motivated?
A settling of scores? Are you involved with a criminal group?
Well, good afternoon, everyone.
Thank you all very much for coming.
I know there's been a lot of speculation about the attack on my husband.
I wanted to tell you that he's doing well. He was very lucky.
And that it's been a very difficult few hours,
full of fear, and anxiety.
And Ma…
Manuel, my husband, is a gambling addict.
He had, and still has, a lot of debt.
And when someone can't pay, these things happen, right?
It's been a struggle for years,
trying to get him through, trying to help him.
It was very difficult for me to accept it, but…
He's sick. That's the truth.
Deception and lies are a part of our life.
The reason it took me so long to accept it,
despite all the harm he's caused me and my daughters,
is because, deep down, Manuel is a very good man.
He's a wonderful father.
And I can't just walk away, even though we're getting divorced.
And I can't fight his illness.
But I can fight to stop others from falling into the same addiction.
Because…
- What's happening? - Gambling addiction's a plague on society.
It's a problem affecting more and more Spaniards…
She's got some fucking nerve.
…lack the defense mechanisms to protect them from the betting houses.
The advertising bombardment
that these companies subject our citizens to
has reached intolerable levels.
Companies that take advantage of the vulnerability
of sick people like my husband,
but also many young people.
And I have a responsibility as a politician,
to prevent others from suffering the same hell we're going through.
To do this, I will present a draft bill to Congress
to regulate betting houses once and for all.
This is necessary.
This is a battle we must fight.
We're going to dig up everything on Vargas.
He must have a partner, or contact, who is his weak link.
We'll find them and squeeze everything out.
His wife appears to be the front man in all the contracts of his companies.
Mrs. Vargas?
Today's front page must've unnerved her.
We need to go after her.
Let's make it clear that this is only the start,
that she could end up in jail.
And when she's at her most scared, we offer her a solution.
You can blow the whistle,
get a good deal with the prosecutor,
and with my newspaper's support, appear as the honorable wife
who, well, blew the lid off the whole thing.
Vargas is in a tough spot, but you can still save yourself.
Unit ready. Awaiting your arrival.
Roger.
If we get it right…
it could work.
- Vargas! - Crook!
Vargas, you scumbag!
Fuck off!
Fucking press!
They sure know how to make a scene.
Hey, do you know who I am?
What the fuck? You have no fucking clue what you're doing, like always.
And you, lawyer, you're going to get me out of this shit right now.
Asshole!
He deserves it.
The website of El Globo newspaper
has just published an excerpt from an interview
Federico Seligman allegedly gave for the show Legacy.
In it, the founder of the group Progresa reveals an alleged purchase of subscribers
by his son, Andrés Seligman.
Which could land him in jail when this interview goes public.
My son and I have had our differences.
We didn't speak for a long time.
But this, for the first time…
has changed my opinion of him.
Living with a secret like that.
Thinking he could get away with it.
I can't allow that.
Don't worry.
Subtitle translation by: Lee Pollard