You continuously use certain euphemisms
like "the future of the group."
But in reality, you need money. Isn't that right?
In these kinds of situations, it's never really about the money.
Once you get past a certain amount, the reality is
it's no longer money that they're concerned with.
The concern for your workforce
and the effort it's going to take you to maintain all of their conditions
is very touching.
But really, Federico…
…just focus on getting us the money and stop looking for a discount
because the answer is… no.
Shall we move on to clause 24?
There's an addendum.
The people who are actually pulling the strings,
they don't care about the millions.
Just an adviser. I'm independent.
Money simply becomes a tool at that point.
It's used to tighten the screws.
The commission alone would've been sufficient, yeah.
Very generous.
But then I began to think, "Wait a minute."
"I might as well come down here,
ask everyone some idiotic questions,
and most of all, see the look on your face every time I vote against you."
What's that worth, Federico?
It's about power, influence…
…showing who is in charge, and who has to obey.
ROTTEN LEGACY
What are you doing?
Lara, come on. Come on. Let's go! Fuck!
That son of a bitch was following me, for fuck's sake! I knew he was!
I knew it. I knew he was.
Lara! What are you doing? What the fuck are you doing, Lara?
Lara, what are you doing?
Okay, but you could find out something.
I mean, it's not like I'm… I'm talking to a pool cleaner.
You're a minister. You're an editor of a newspaper, huh?
Forensics reports don't just get leaked that easily.
Especially since Vargas is a cop. They're gonna close ranks.
Anything they don't want known, they'll keep from us.
So I just wait, um, arms crossed for these guys to arrest me?
- I'm kinda freaking out. - What do you wanna do?
- Leave the country? - Probably. Um…
I should fucking leave the country.
We need your signature. Have you completely lost your mind?
- You can't be going anywhere! - Then what do I do?
Tell the judge, um, "Hey, sorry about that, Your Honor."
"I got a little high last night and thought it was a joke."
It's a felony, what I did, guys. You know that?
Yeah, it is. It's true. I looked it up. It's considered a felony.
Look, it's… it's classified as conspiracy.
It says, "From the time the person in question conceives of the offense
until its execution,
arising from an agreement between two or more parties
to commit said offense
and continue until the crime is committed."
You just keep googling things because that's very helpful.
- Really. - All right. Wait a minute.
We're out of control. We should all breathe.
'Cause right now, they don't have anything. Okay?
If they do do an autopsy
and they are able to find whoever this guy is and he says he was hired--
- Not likely to happen. - Yeah, he's right. It'd be a stretch.
Plus, they would have to connect it to you somehow.
Then it'd be your word against his, so just…
- What are you doing? - Calm down.
- I should calm down? - Yes, calm down.
- Just breathe in, just… relax. - Mm, relax, right?
Because you're relaxed, I bet, huh?
You know why Lupe is so relaxed?
It's because she has immunity now, doesn't she?
No, a minister doesn't have immunity.
You're laughing at me now?
No, I'm not. No, I'm not laughing, Yolanda.
- Yes, you are. - No, I'm not laughing.
- Why're you laughing, idiot? Tell me. - Are you two years old?
- Guada! Hey! Hey! - What's wrong?
Hey!
- Calm down, Guadalupe! - You call me an idiot! You hit me!
No! I didn't hit you!
Do I really have to tell you why it's not a good deal?
If you go to any other bank,
what will they say?
That too much risk is involved.
Too much probability that I default.
That I'm too old.
So now you've come here to talk to me,
hoping I'll chip in because we've got a… working relationship, right?
I'm asking because we know each other.
You're familiar with the… the way I can get things done.
And I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't believe in it. I'm not crazy.
The group has never failed to turn a profit
when I've been running things.
Listen, this plan is solid.
Federico, if what you really need here is for me to look at it,
fine, I'll look at it.
But you know what the answer is.
Julia.
Another thing is, since you've got a few more ties
to the government than I do,
I want you to talk to them,
and I want you to tell them that they need to give me a little more attention.
The last time you asked us for help, uh, referring to the… What is it? Um…
"The strategic importance of Spain's biggest publisher…"
mm… we weren't too happy with the outcome.
Do you work for the banking lobby now, Federico?
What about you, huh? I thought you already resigned.
From my public duties.
But I still advise my president and my party so we don't get deceived.
There's no part of me thrilled about being here on your side,
but, nonetheless, I’m here.
So… so now, in exchange for you sweetening the mortgage law
that has the bankers so tense, I'd, uh…
I'd like to know what you expect out of it.
We want to break away from our government partner
and go to early elections.
I'll let you explain it to him.
I have some other meetings.
Our current polling suggests to us that we'll do well if…
if we awaken the ghost… of the far right.
You see? If we can muster the tactical vote to stop them.
And most of all, we'd like to place the blame for our failures
on our partners. You know…
…all of our government colleagues have done terrible things,
and we can't govern with them.
We simply can't continue with them around.
What kind of scandal were you thinking?
Well, don't know.
I don't know.
But as an experienced journalist and with the minister's ear…
…I have no doubt you can come up with something.
Can't ya?
Aren't they our partners?
So they should show it a little.
I mean, enough half measures. Either they pass the law or retract it.
Well, hey now, hold on. Don't get too carried away.
Twitter is one thing, but politics is another.
Why do I get the feeling you're screwing around with me?
It was you who told me to rewrite the speech
'cause it lacked… What was it?
"It didn't punch hard enough."
Well, yeah, maybe I did.
But now what we need to do
is to show a little more tact and flexibility.
'Cause this pact is fragile.
I'm serious.
- Hey. - Yes?
Guadalupe, just ignore her.
Her biggest fear now is losing the advantage of your good image--
Look, Juanjo, I'm really sick of this. Sick of being afraid here.
And my law won't be taken down by anybody. It's passing.
I'm not getting pushed around by social-democrat wannabes.
Bravo, Guadalupe!
Bravo!
Look. Being a true liberal,
I may be diametrically opposed to your gambling law,
but as a woman, I do have to admit to you,
I love watching you beat up on those damn casino-whore asshole sellouts
who are actually part of your very own party.
It's so wonderful.
Fine. Well, I'm glad. Now you know where and when to vote.
- Oh, but I'm telling you here. - Ah.
'Cause we're in the bar.
But don't you worry.
When I go in there and take the stand,
I'll rip you wide open.
But with sisterly solidarity.
I'm doing it.
You're doing a super job. Good luck!
Juanjo.
It doesn't matter what she says, I can't stop imagining her
dressed as an SS officer ordering executions.
I feel you.
But I still wanna fuck her.
What? Don't give me that look.
I'm talking about a good hate fuck… in high heels and some latex.
I wouldn't be able to hold back. Mm!
I saw him smash his face in, and… then they ran off.
You didn't recognize them at all?
- You haven't seen him in any classes? - No idea.
Or the girl you said that was with him?
That girl's right here.
Okay, so do you mind telling me what has happened here?
My friend has problems. Um… He's paranoid.
He's not able to control it. He must've snapped.
And where is he now, hmm?
For a while, we all believed the official story
on the death of Bruno Escudero.
Is it possible to get everyone out of here and just leave the cameras on?
If you would, please?
Thanks.
You were saying that, in the beginning, everyone believed the official story.
Except Andrés, of course.
He always suspected that something was off.
He kept going, looking for one of the soldiers to interview,
someone who was actually there.
A young man, who couldn't bear the guilt of what he'd actually participated in,
and was prepared to speak.
And unfortunately, we failed that kid as well.
Soldiers from his unit found out that he had spoken to Andrés,
and they went after him.
They beat him up.
They wrecked him.
And not just physically.
…the end-of-the-year project we're doing.
It's a short documentary on soldiers that served in Afghanistan.
I was hoping to ask a couple questions. That's it.
Who gave you my name?
And why wasn't I contacted?
Phone, email, whatever.
Yeah, uh… Man, look, I'll be honest with you.
Every time I email or call someone, they never seem to answer.
They just blow me off.
You know what? Uh…
Look, man, it's not something I can help you with.
If the higher-ups say okay, I could maybe talk about a skirmish--
- Fine, yeah. Twenty minutes. - I prefer not to be involved for now.
- Wait. - What are you doing?
Are you all right? You seem kinda… off.
Luis.
Uh, hey, hey. I'm driving. Come on. Stop it.
- I'm driving. - Okay. Well then, fine. Drive. Go ahead.
Whatever.
A police car. Am I speeding?
- No. - I don't think I am.
Did I run a red light?
- No, you're fine. What do you mean? - Sh!
Wait. Look.
Oh shit. Shit, look.
They're following us.
- What do you mean? - Look.
- Yolanda… - Are they following us?
- Fuck, they're following us. - Yolanda, what the hell?
- They're following us. Holy shit! Sh! - Who's following us?
- Face forward! Don't look! Stop looking! - But…
But how is it possible to find things out that fast? I don't get it.
- Found out what? - My brother and sister say I'm paranoid.
That it's all okay. That… that… that I shouldn't be worried.
But it's 20 fucking years in jail!
Yolanda, what the hell are you talking about?
Would you just calm down? You haven't killed anyone!
I'm not gonna calm down, Luis! I killed somebody!
- I fucking killed someone! I'm serious! - What are you saying?
A man was killed because of me, all right?
You killed someone? What the hell are you saying?
I don't have time to explain all of it to you,
but that is what happened, so connect the dots!
- All right, all right, all right, Yolanda… - Oh, my God.
- Don't say anything. Let me speak. - No way I would.
Sh! Just d… d… don't say anything!
NATIONAL POLICE
They'll say premeditated murder, but it wasn't premeditated. I didn't know.
Good morning.
You aware that you have expired tags?
What?
Well, um…
How serious is it?
I pulled a minister out of her office in the middle of the day
just to take a stroll in the park.
It's serious. Very serious.
- Vargas? - No.
I don't have much time left.
And I need the money. All right, look, Guadalupe.
Right now, your friends in Congress are searching for any kind of excuse
to break up the government.
- Are you planning on sacrificing me then? - No.
That's why we came out here.
Because if I don't give 'em something,
I'm not getting any of the money to seal the deal with the fund,
and then your brother may go to prison.
Yeah, but you only care about the newspaper, right?
If the newspaper were my only concern,
your swimming-pool story would've gotten printed, Guadalupe.
It ticks all the boxes, don't you think?
So we better find another way out.
Dad, I am the government. There's no better way.
Destroying the government kills the law I'm currently fighting for.
Where's the duty to public service in that?
Where are the ideals you talk about?
And risking letting the Right win if there is an election?
I really don't get it at all, Dad. I don't.
Wait.
I just don't know what you want me to say.
I think you need to make a decision. You just have to.
Eighty-five, right?
Yes.
Stay there. Don't come in.
Come on.
- That's impressive! - Yeah, you like it?
Call an ambulance!
Headquarters to second unit, over.
Red alert, second unit.
Yes, go ahead.
Second unit, what's the situation?
I trust it'll be signed, but we need a legal strategy in case it isn't.
- Dad? - Uh, I'll call you right back, okay?
No, chéri. You are not taking that snail.
That thing will die.
Put him back! Right now.
- Come on, please. - Can you please help?
Can I please bring Paco?
You can listen to your mom.
And I'm not happy with you trying to get me over onto your side.
- See? - Mm?
- Let's go. Off to school. - I'm definitely taking him.
He needs me.
He really loves me.
Don't be annoying, son, and listen to your mother.
Ah! By the way, about those little jokes you like to tell
that I'm jealous of your coworker…
not fucking funny.
You would love to see me jealous, huh?
Who me?
- Huh? - That's ridiculous.
Oh, so now you're gonna play tough?
I give you just a little… and adios, Blanca.
Dad, I'm headed to El Báltico.
- Hey. - This is too much for me.
- I gotta… I gotta leave the country. - Calm down.
- I've gotta get outta Spain fast. - Where would you go?
- Someplace they don't have extradition. - Calm down. It's okay.
Mm.
Listen, your siblings will protect you. You don't have to go anywhere.
You're okay, and hey, I'm not talking.
All right? So calm down. You're okay.
It would be cool, though, if you could, uh, give me a little money.
You want money?
Come on, Yolanda. It's not like I'm trying to extort you or anything.
- What? - I'm not blackmailing you.
It just seems… seems fair to me, you know?
I just think it'd be nice if you help cover me a little.
But, um… But p… paying you? I don't…
I mean, damn it, you told me you killed someone.
That's fucking huge. If I keep quiet, I'll be an accomplice, you know?
Fuck. I don't have your lawyers, Yolanda. I'm fucking nobody!
It just seems reasonable,
if this whole thing ends up being really bad,
I've got some money offshore the cops can't touch.
Hey, don't look at me like that. Huh?
You're Yolanda Seligman.
I mean, don't act like you don't have some cash somewhere else.
Offshore?
Why are you doing this?
'Cause, look, if you were, like, a small business owner,
I wouldn't be asking for this.
But you're you.
What? Do you think it's weird?
Hey! I mean, Yolanda!
What? So now I'm the asshole for asking you this?
I'm surprised you didn't suggest it yourself!
We could've been so… so happy here, you know?
That may still be possible. Huh?
I don't know if you really mean it or you're just being nice
because your friend Juanjo surely has a bright idea
to turn the situation around.
What choice do you think I had?
Lupe, you actually put me in a clinic and took my own children from me.
You think I wanted that for us?
I do think that's what you wanted because I'm confused if you didn't!
Shit! Tell me what you want!
What is it then that you want? What is it?
I want you to stop it with the fund and help my dad.
Ooh.
What?
So that's what you wanna do.
To spend your whole damn life doing what your father says!
That's what you want? To jump every fucking time he says to?!
You'll get custody. One week a month.
- Wow. - Until everything settles down.
Then Ruth and Paloma can both live with you.
Live with a guy addicted to gambling?
You wanted to take away my children to advance your career.
You're using them to blackmail me for your fucking career.
You're just like your father.
No difference, but I swear to you…
you won't win this time.
You've reached the voicemail of…
…Federico Seligman.
- Shit. - Please leave a message.
I did everything you said. We followed the plan.
We can't go this far and then just give up.
There's gotta be a solution.
You tell me.
LARA DAUGHTER
Federico, you better hurry.
I'm getting a ton of offers since you're calling everyone.
My favorite so far's from the bishop.
How great would that be to see?
El Báltico in the hands of the bishops' conference.
He had to have some. It's not normal what was going on there.
He was even getting on top of the tables.
It turned into a crazy scene. You wouldn't believe it. For real.
Oh, sweetie? There's some guy here been asking for you.
- All right, who is it? - His tattoo says "Respect."
It's on his face. It looks familiar.
RESPECT LIFE
Oh my God. Shit. I'm not here.
What?
Yolanda!
- Sweetie! - Matcha?
He's there!
Who is he?
Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh.
- What does he want? - Sh!
He wants to kill me.
I'm sure he wants my money. Everybody is always after my money.
- Oh God, girl. You're being so weird. - Wait, wait. Fer, Fer, Fer!
Yolanda. Hi.
I just wanted to thank you for one of the nicest nights of my life.
Come in.
So then, it turns out that you're not a hitman after all.
What do you mean?
Not at all. In the mornings, I stock shelves at a grocery store.
At night, I'm a valet at a nightclub.
I didn't believe it for a second.
Yeah well, I guess I do kind of look like a dangerous dude,
but… just so you know, I wouldn't hurt a fly.
- I'm all heart. - Yeah. Yeah.
Oh yeah, you definitely have the look. No, you, uh…
Mm, like you were saying, you've got a… a Latin American gang look going on.
- Colombian. - Colombian.
So I'm getting an idea.
- It's the only way. - How come?
Manuel won't help me, and I know my dad.
If I don't give him what he needs, I'll get hurt.
There's nothing I can do.
I can recommend you if you want,
but you won't be too short of offers, I imagine.
Um… Guadalupe, you can't give in.
- Not now. - I'm not going to destroy the party.
That's already happened.
The party and the government are going to go up in flames.
The only thing you get to decide is who the scapegoat will be.
It can't just be anyone.
They need a bombshell to go to elections with minimal guarantees.
Or not.
Maybe all they need is something to light the fuse.
Something to rile people up, give them a reason.
Doesn't have to be criminal.
Why don't you just say it?
Let's go with Rocío.
Nope. I can't. She's my friend. I won't.
It's either her or you.
Guadalupe, you have a golden opportunity to become the alternative to a party
which is going to bleed out in the elections.
- It's my party, though. - It's not a party. It never was.
It's just something that came together because they were all campaigning.
Governing's a different matter.
It's been too much for a lot of people.
You think it's too much for Rocío?
- My God. Come on. Be serious. - My job's to pinpoint your best options.
Your best option's right here.
Utilize your newspaper.
Be tactful and caring about your friend,
but distance yourself completely from her conduct.
And when this blows over,
I want you to think, "Is it better for my career
to make myself into a whole new brand here?"
What do labels matter?
People love you.
Good morning.
- Good morning. - Good morning, Madam Minister.
How are you today?
Good morning, Madam Minister.
Madam Minister…
Oh my God. Dad.
My sweetie.
What… what happened?
They took him back to operate on him, but they haven't said anything.
Seligman?
What are you doing here, you son of a bitch?
This is all your fault, you goddam motherfucker!
You piece of shit!
- You've got no shame! Son of a bitch. - Hey, sir!
- Get off me! - Sir, sir. Sir, just…
Get away! Leave me alone!
I don't know how I took your fucking money!
- Lara, your father paid me to lie to you. - Lara…
You got no shame for what you did.
Tell me who's gonna give me back my son now.
Explain that one to me, you fucking piece of shit.
- You goddamn piece of shit. - Sir, come with me.
Fuck you.
Relatives of León Escudero?
Come this way.
Lara. Listen to me.
Leave me alone.
- Listen to me. - Just go.
- So yeah? We going? - Yeah, let's go.
- I'm right behind you, dude. - See you in a minute.
- Luis Belloso? - Yes?
How's it going?
Looks like you screwed up with Miss Yolanda.
Threatening to squeal about our private matters.
No, no, no. Hey, listen, man.
Uh… It's not what you think, man, come on…
Listen up, you little piece of shit. You are not going to say a word.
I'll make sure you never open your mouth again if you say anything.
So careful you don't wanna wake up in a ditch with your throat cut
and your tongue missing. You got that, buddy?
- Mm-hmm. - That's good.
Guadalupe.
A what? No, no, no. Don't email it to me.
You sure it's encrypted?
No, what is this?
No. Rocío Castillo? No way. That's so disappointing.
I was gonna vote for her.
We gotta get together to talk about it. Let's meet at the office.
Andrés.
Marcos threw up earlier, so we didn't get to go to the basketball game like we…
Uh…
Whoa, sorry.
So is he doing okay or…
Uh… Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, don't worry about it. He's fine now.
Well, um,
if you wanna get together another day, we can have a drink here, or…
I mean, if you wanna come over here, or we could go somewhere else.
For sure. Yeah.
Great, let me know.
Um, let me know, Andrés?
- Why was Escudero's brother at my house? - What?
Why the fuck was Bruno's brother at my house today?
- I don't know. - You don't know?
It's not supposed to keep on happening. Fuck! This is never gonna end.
- Okay, easy. - It never ends.
I should never have trusted you guys.
I should have never trusted you fucking people!
Just calm down.
How's that kid doing? He jumped at me, and I lost it.
I was in a good place.
My… my psychologist told me I was doing so well.
I can't take it anymore.
I thought I'd get over it once I left the army,
and forget all about that bullshit.
But you never can.
It's a fucking lie.
Listen to me, Rafael.
Leave the country for a little while.
Take this number and call my own personal lawyer.
I promise you… I'll fix this.
This time I will, Rafael.
I will. You can trust me.
This right here is the article that Andrés wrote.
The one that I censored.
It has weighed heavy in my pocket for years.
Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna read it.
And not because I want to. This is 'cause I need to.
Please, go ahead.
"By Andrés Seligman."
"Afghanistan is the foremost producer of opium in the whole world."
"During these nine years of NATO's belligerent presence
in this war-torn country,
the volume of drugs crossing Afghanistan's borders has not decreased,
but rather, it has been consolidated."
"As a result, there is now more speculation over potential collusion
with military actors."
"This hypothesis was demonstrated in January 2018."
"That's when Bruno Escudero,
a reporter with this paper,
obtained proof and testimonies suggesting that a group of Spanish soldiers
had set up an operation to transport opium into Spain
by using military aircraft."
"This piece of investigative journalism of utmost importance
has been silenced in ways
that are beyond imagination."
"On the morning of January 7th,
Bruno went out on patrol with a military escort, as he often did,
to visit an area affected by recent insurgent activity."
"Never to return."
"According to the Army report,
the convoy he was with was attacked with RPGs
carried out by individuals on motorcycles who surrounded them."
"Bruno was the only fatality."
"This outlet, today,
and thanks to eyewitnesses,
can confirm that no such attack
ever took place at all."
"Bruno Escudero was killed execution-style in cold blood."
"Of the eight soldiers in the unit he was with,
at least six were involved in drug trafficking,
as Bruno had discovered."
"Bruno Escudero was 27 years old."
"He liked rock climbing,
paragliding,
and extreme sports."
"He would sometimes joke about how little he valued his own life."
"Even so,
those of us who knew the person Bruno was
know that he would never have wanted to die on his knees out in the desert
peering down the rifle barrel of one of his own countrymen."
"And the only consolation that we have
is that our colleague died doing a job he loved,
a job in which he was exceptional."
"And that now, finally,
this media outlet may honor his work by finishing it."
And how many times have you read that over the years?
It's impossible to even guess.
How does it feel to read it?
I feel so many things.
First of all, I feel proud.
Proud of those reporters,
Andrés and Bruno, two kids who…
who were fully committed to the truth.
For working with people like that at El Báltico.
What happened?
In my office.
And if you take a look…
Baby…
And if you look at the lining here,
yeah, it's a lovely design.
Mm-hmm. And what I really like about it…
Mm.
Hmm…
But there's also an attachable strap,
so then you can use it, uh, as more of a…
- Mm… - …shoulder bag. Fantastic.
- See? - We love versatility…
I can still do things you wanna do, and… I'm happy too.
Right?
Mm…
Yes, I know! Isn't that impressive?
This isn't…
No.
Mm…
I don't want you here.
I want you out of the house when I get back here.
Ah.
Thanks to Guadalupe here,
we were able to access emails showing that Rocío Castillo pressured,
very politely of course,
the Education Minister to be given placement in a daycare facility
which she was not eligible to receive.
We'd be willing to use something like that?
And why wouldn't we?
It's precisely what we need. We've been given a gift here, right?
Yeah.
You're right. This is exactly what we need.
Come on, Dad. I don't like it either,
but… you said find someone good because they're coming for us.
Look, I know that I'm the ringleader,
but… I've got doubts.
We will forever destroy this poor woman's credibility.
Yeah, well it's her own fault. She did it.
It's not like we forced her to do what she did.
I'm doing my job, which is to inform citizens.
In this case, a politician who abuses her power.
Especially a politician of her stature.
She is where she is because she promised to fight this type of abuse.
Okay, Andrés. No need to enjoy it quite so much.
Rocío's one of our most honorable politicians our government has.
She's been as honest as you can be.
- Sure. Sure, sure. - She's a friend of yours as well.
And you're getting rid of her.
Getting rid of her
and the most progressive agenda of our democracy.
It's not your government anymore. Or your law.
I'll continue defending this law.
But it'll be my name on it.
We'll keep pushing as far as possible
to keep the Right out of power.
But in order to do that, you need a newspaper.
It all seems so simple sitting here in this office,
but you're both mistaken.
You're gonna regret it.
And it might take a while,
but… this thing is gonna leave a permanent scar.
Well, another option is to do a tell-all interview in ten years
so we can sleep easy.
Are you getting cynical with me now?
You know better than anyone what I'm talking about.
I am following the plan.
A plan you came up with, Dad. You! Tell me what changed then?
León, little brother of Bruno Escudero, that's what.
Right now, that boy is struggling to breathe on a ventilator.
That changed everything, and you know who put him there?
Your soldier.
He was so afraid, he almost beat him to death.
Do you really believe that…
that these decisions don't have consequences?
Shall we pay him a visit?
Maybe then, seeing his face, you won't think it's so simple.
But I only thought about Bruno, seeing him there.
And us repeating the same thing again.
Dad, do you really think this is such a simple choice for us?
That we just thought, "Oh, whatever. It doesn't matter"?
That we aren't all painfully aware of what's at stake?
Because I think that you just love playing the good guy.
You love giving lessons. You wanna know what I honestly think?
You don't have the balls at all to go the whole way here
and make sure it's done right
because you don't wanna face the consequences.
Did you publish the interview?
No, right?
You did your damnedest to keep it hidden, huh?
Because you're terrified of what might happen afterwards.
And then, of course, moral lectures, talks, your grand vocabulary.
But at the end of the day, you're still protecting us?
Or are you okay with… me going to jail?
Or letting priests take over your newspaper?
Or destroy Guadalupe's reputation?
Are you able to?
Would you do that, Dad?
The news of this came out first thing this morning.
El Báltico uncovered several compromising emails
from Rocío Castillo.
This is indeed a major setback and could threaten the current government
which is still struggling to deal with a number of internal conflicts
all throughout its term.
- Rocío! - Thank you. That's all.
No, no. I'm sorry, no.
What happened with those emails? Why did you go to the daycare?
- Please, Miss Castillo! - Can we get a statement?
BOARDROOM
♪ Stand up straight At the foot of your love, I ♪
♪ Lift my shirt up… ♪
I cannot continue at the head of my party or in my public duties.
I just hope that… that an inexcusable mistake from my past
will not disrupt the great work of a government
in which I believe more than ever.
You've reached the voicemail of…
…Federico Seligman.
♪ But Ohio don't remember me ♪
♪ Lay my head… ♪
In light of recent events,
I am unable to continue defending our partners.
GOVERNMENT PRESIDENT CONFERENCE
This, of course, is a very sad day for me,
a strong supporter of this coalition's agreement,
the most progressive of our democracy.
Hey, bro. Imagine if your dad suddenly realized how expensive
it's all about to be to save your ass and doesn't show.
That'd be nice, huh?
I hope this will be a lesson to all of us on the people who we can trust
and make deals with
and on the people that we simply cannot.
♪ When I thought about home ♪
♪ I still owe money ♪
♪ To the money ♪
♪ To the money I owe ♪
♪ The floors are fallin' down From everybody I know ♪
♪ I'm on a blood buzz ♪
♪ Yes, I am ♪
♪ I'm on a blood buzz ♪
♪ God, I am ♪
♪ I'm on a blood buzz ♪
♪ I was carried ♪
♪ To Ohio in a swarm of bees ♪
♪ I never married ♪
♪ But Ohio don't remember me ♪
♪ I still owe money ♪
♪ To the money ♪
♪ To the money I owe… ♪
FEDERICO SELIGMAN LEGACY INTERVIEW
♪ …about love ♪
♪ When I thought about home ♪
♪ I still owe money ♪
♪ To the money ♪
♪ To the money I owe ♪
♪ The floors are… ♪
All right, let's get this thing done with so you can go party with your family.
The second thing I feel is disgust, pity, hatred towards… myself
for my involvement.
Of having betrayed both Bruno and Andrés,
for having silenced them.
I could make excuses, saying that the pressure was too great,
but the truth is that, in the end,
I made the call.
I wanted that television license,
the institutional advertising,
the money.
It's sad to think that I sold myself for so little.
It was the worst mistake of my life.
I'd like to think I've learned.,
and that… I wouldn't make the same mistake again.
I wouldn't want that
to be my legacy.
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