You're always using euphemisms like "the future of the group."
But in reality, we're talking about money.
Regarding these matters, it's never really about the money.
When you're dealing with certain figures,
it's not actually money you're talking about.
Your advocacy on behalf of the workforce
and the effort it will take to maintain their conditions
is very moving.
But seriously, Federico,
focus on where you'll be begging for money because getting a discount out of us… no.
Shall we proceed to clause 24?
There's an addendum.
Millions mean very little to the people pulling the strings.
Independent board member.
Money is just a tool,
used to tighten the screws.
I would've been happy with the commission, honestly.
Very generous.
But I thought about it and said, "Hey, I might as well stop by,
ask a few dumb questions,
and most importantly,
see the look on your face when I vote against you."
How much is that worth, Federico?
It's about power, and influence.
Showing who's in charge, and who just has to follow orders.
ROTTEN LEGACY
Lara, let's go. Let's fucking go!
That motherfucker was following me. I knew it.
I knew it. I just knew it.
Lara, what are you doing?
What the fuck are you doing?
What are you doing?
Okay, but you could find out something.
I mean, I'm not talking to a pool cleaner.
You're a minister. You're a newspaper editor.
Forensic reports don't just get leaked. Especially not with Vargas being a cop.
They'll close ranks, and we won't learn anything they don't want us to.
What do I do? Just sit with my arms crossed,
waiting for them to arrest me?
- Do you want to leave the country? - Maybe I should. Fuck it.
Are you being serious? You can't go anywhere.
- We need you for the signature. - What do I do, Andrés?
Go to the judge and say, "Your Honor, forgive me."
"I was wasted last night and thought it was a joke"?
Guys, what I did was a felony.
A felony, okay?
I even looked it up. Look.
It's classified as a conspiracy crime. I mean…
"It begins from the planning of the crime to the start of its execution,
which arises from the agreement of two or more people
to carry out said crime, up until it is finalized."
Keep looking things up on Google. Let's see how much it helps us.
Let's see. Just a second.
We're all going a little crazy here, okay?
Look, Yolanda, they don't have anything, okay?
If they do an autopsy and find out who did it,
and he says he was hired--
- Which is already a huge stretch. - Exactly, they have to connect it to you.
And even then, it'll be his word against yours.
What are you doing?
- Calm down. - Calm down?
- Yes, calm down. Take it easy. - Slow down. Take it easy.
But you're calm, right?
Do you know why that is? No. She's calm because she has immunity.
A minister doesn't have immunity.
- Are you laughing, you idiot? - No. I'm not laughing.
- You're laughing. - I'm not--
Why are you laughing?
- Are we two years old? - Calm down. Hey!
- What's wrong? - Hey!
Calm down, Guadalupe.
- You hit me! - I didn't hit you.
Do you really want me to tell you why it's not a good deal?
If you go to any other bank, what are they going to say?
That it's too risky.
That there's a high likelihood of default. That I'm getting old.
So you're coming to me.
You think I'll help you because of our relationship.
I'm asking you because you know me.
And since you know me, you know that I wouldn't do this
if I didn't believe in it.
I'm not crazy.
The group has never failed to turn a profit under my leadership.
And this is a solid plan.
Federico, if you need me to tell you I'll look into it,
sure, I'll look into it.
But you already know the answer.
Julia…
Another thing is that since you get along better with the government than I do,
you could talk to them,
and ask them to take me a bit more seriously.
The last time you asked us for help,
alluding to the… What was it?
"The strategic significance of Spain's largest publishing group"…
we weren't too happy with the results.
Do you work for the banking lobby now, Federico?
What about you? I thought you had resigned.
From my public duties.
But I still advise my president and my party, so we don't get played.
I'm the first to admit I hate being on his side, but here I am.
So, tell me what you want in exchange
for smoothing over the mortgage law that has the bankers so nervous.
We want to sever ties with our governing partner
and hold early elections.
I'll let you explain it to him. I have other meetings.
Our surveys suggest that we could do very well
by playing up the threat of the far right, you know?
If we call for strategic voting to stop them.
Especially if we pin the blame for our failure on our partners.
You know…
"Our government partners have done something terrible,
and as a result, we can no longer work with them."
What would that scandal be exactly?
Well, I don't know.
But as a seasoned journalist and someone close to the minister,
I'm sure you can come up with one.
Am I wrong?
Damn, aren't they our partners?
They should act like it. Enough wavering. Either pass the law or retract it.
Well, don't get so carried away.
Twitter is one thing, and politics is another.
Why do I feel like you're scolding me
when you told me to rewrite the speech
because it wasn't "edgy" enough, right?
Well, fair enough,
but now I'm telling you we need to be a bit more versatile.
This pact is fragile, okay?
Hey, Guadalupe, don't listen to her.
She's afraid of ruining your good image.
- That's all. - Look, Juanjo, I'm sick of being afraid.
I'm sick of it.
I'm not going to let anyone block this law, you hear me?
Especially not a party pretending to be social-democratic.
Bravo, Guadalupe.
Bravo!
Look, as a liberal,
I may be completely opposed to your gambling law,
but as a woman, I have to admit
it's satisfying to watch you take down that band of whoremongers
who sold themselves out to the betting houses in your coalition.
That's great. So you know which way to vote.
Well, I'm telling you that here.
We're at a bar.
Don't worry.
When I walk in and step up to the podium, I'm going to tear you apart.
But with a real sense of sisterhood. Really.
You're doing great.
Good luck.
Juanjo…
No matter what she says,
I can't stop picturing her in an SS uniform giving execution orders.
For real.
But I'd tap that.
What? Don't look at me like that.
I'm talking about a freaky bang with stilettos and a lot of latex.
I wouldn't be able to resist.
I don't know.
I just saw him smash his face in.
Then they ran off into the metro.
Did you recognize him? Do you know which department he's from?
- No idea. - Or that girl that you said was with him?
I'm that girl.
And could you tell me what happened here?
My friend has issues, he couldn't hold it together. He lost it.
And where is he now?
For a while, we all believed
the official story of the death of Bruno Escudero.
Could you ask everyone to leave and just leave the camera rolling?
Please.
Thank you.
You were saying that in the beginning, everyone believed the official story.
Except Andrés, of course.
He always suspected something was off.
He didn't stop until he got a soldier's testimony.
A kid who couldn't live with the guilt of what they had done
and who was willing to talk.
We failed that poor kid too.
The others in his unit found out that he spoke to Andrés and went after him.
They beat him.
They destroyed him.
And not just physically.
…doing my end-of-year project. It's a documentary about soldiers
who served in Afghanistan.
I wanted to ask you a couple of questions.
Who gave you my name?
Why wasn't I told about this? An email or a call or something?
Look. I'm going to be completely honest.
Every time I contact someone first,
they just come up with excuses and…
Sure. Look, honestly, I don't think I can help you.
If I get authorization, I could share details.
Just 20 minutes.
I'd rather not get involved, okay?
- Listen. - What are you doing?
Are you okay, Miss Seligman? Are you?
Luis, I'm driving.
Stop it! I'm driving.
Okay, sure. Just drive then. Whatever.
Police. Am I going too fast?
- No. - Am I speeding?
- Did I go through a light? - You're fine.
Hold on.
Shit. They're following us.
What are you saying, Yolanda?
Are they following us?
Fuck, they're following us.
- What the fuck? - They're following us.
- Who's following us? - Don't look!
- Hey. But… - Don't look! Stop.
- No one's following us. - How could they have found out already?
Found out what?
My siblings said, "Don't be paranoid, Yolanda. Nothing is gonna happen."
- Twenty fucking years in prison! - What the fuck are you saying?
Calm down. You haven't killed anyone.
- Of course I did. - You're scaring me.
- You killed someone? - I didn't kill them directly.
But I killed someone, okay?
What do you mean? What are you saying?
There isn't time to explain it all. Keep up, connect the dots, dammit.
Let's see, Yolanda…
- Okay. - What the fuck?
- Shut up. Let me talk. - What are you saying?
Don't talk.
NATIONAL POLICE
They'll think it was cold-blooded and premeditated, but it wasn't.
Hello. Are you aware your inspection certificate is expired?
What?
Is it that serious?
I dragged a minister out of her office mid-morning to take a stroll in El Retiro.
It's serious. Very serious.
- Vargas? - No.
I'm running out of time. And I need the money.
Look, Guadalupe.
Your legislative allies are trying to find an excuse…
to dismantle the government.
- Are you planning on handing them my head? - No.
That's why we're here.
If I don't give them something,
I won't get enough money to close the deal with the fund.
And your brother could end up in prison.
I thought you only cared about your newspaper.
If that were my only concern,
I would've printed the story about your pool.
I think it ticks all the right boxes.
So let's look for another way out.
There isn't, because I'm part of the government, Dad.
You'll sabotage the law I'm fighting for.
I mean, where's the commitment to public service?
Where are the ideals you talk about?
And with the risk of the right winning if an election is held.
I don't get any of this, Dad, really.
Wait.
I just don't know what you want me to say.
I think you need to make a decision.
Eighty-five?
Yes.
Stay there. Don't come in.
Let's go.
Call an ambulance!
I trust it will be signed, but if not, we need a legal strategy.
- Dad? - Hold on. I'll call you back.
No, you're not taking that snail.
It'll die. Please, stop.
- Help me out, please. - Dad, can I take Paco?
You can do whatever Mom says.
And it's not nice coming to me to take your side. That…
See? Come on.
- Back home. - I'm gonna take him. He loves me.
- Listen to your mom. - I'll take him.
Oh, by the way.
Those little jokes about me being jealous of your coworker…
Not fucking funny.
You would like to see me jealous, wouldn't you?
Me? Don't kid yourself.
Gonna play the tough guy with me?
If I gave you just a little… goodbye, Blanca.
Dad, I'm headed to El Báltico.
- Hey. - I can't take all this tension.
- I need to leave. Get out of the country. - Calm down.
But where will you go?
- Somewhere with no extradition. - Calm down.
Everything's fine. Be quiet.
You don't have to go. Your siblings will protect you, okay?
That's it. And I'm not going to betray you.
Okay, calm down. It's okay.
But I would like some money, okay?
You want me to pay you?
Hey, don't say it like I'm blackmailing you, damn.
I'm not blackmailing you, okay?
What I'm asking for, and I think it's pretty fair,
is that you help me and watch my back, okay?
But by paying you?
Look, you've told me all this, and it's a fucking big deal.
If I keep quiet, I'm an accomplice.
And I don't have your lawyers. I'm a fucking nobody.
That's why it seems fair to me that, if this all blows up,
I'd have money outside of Spain that the police can't touch.
Hey, don't look at me like that.
You're Yolanda Seligman.
Are you telling me you don't have cash stashed abroad?
Why does that matter?
It matters because if you were a store clerk,
I wouldn't ask, okay?
But you're you.
How does this seem that strange to you?
Hey.
Yolanda, now I'm the asshole for asking for this?
I'm shocked it wasn't your idea!
We could have been… very happy here.
Maybe we could still be, right?
I don't know if you're still hopeful, or you're saying this
because Juanjo had a great idea of how to turn things around.
What did you expect me to do?
Not lock me up in a clinic and take my kids away.
- That's what I wanted? - Yes, you did.
If not, tell me. I don't understand anything. Tell me what you want!
What do you want, Guadalupe?
I want you to cut ties with the fund and help my father.
Oh, man.
So you're going to spend your whole life
doing what your father says?
Your whole life doing whatever he says.
I can give you custody.
- One week per month. - Wow.
Until things calm down. After, Ruth and Paloma will live with you.
They'll live with a gambling addict?
You'd take my kids just to help your career.
You're using them to blackmail me for your career.
You're just like your father.
But I swear…
you won't win this time.
You've reached the voicemail of…
Federico Seligman.
- Fuck. - Please…
I've done everything you said. We've followed the plan.
We can't get this far and just give up.
There has to be a solution.
Tell me what it is.
LARA DAUGHTER
Federico. Get this show on the road.
You're making so many calls, I'm being flooded with offers.
My favorite is from the bishop.
Wouldn't it be nice to see El Báltico in the hands of the Episcopal Conference?
It was becoming such a scandal, I'm telling you.
Hey, honey.
Some guy is asking for you.
- What guy? - He seems familiar.
He's got "respect" tattooed here.
RESPECT LIFE
Shit. I'm not here.
Yolanda.
- Honey! - Your matcha.
He's here.
But who is he?
What does he want?
To kill me.
It has to be my money. Everyone wants my money.
You're acting so strange.
Wait.
Miss Yolanda.
I just wanted to thank you
for one of the loveliest nights of my life.
Please.
Okay, so you're not a hitman after all.
What do you mean?
Hell no. I stock shelves at Mercadona in the morning,
and at night, I'm a car valet at a nightclub.
I didn't actually believe it.
And sure, I might look like a bad boy, but…
between us, I wouldn't hurt a fly.
- I'm a softie at heart. - Clearly.
I mean, you do look the part, right?
Like you just said. Like a Latin American gang member…
Colombian.
I just had an idea.
- There's no other option. - What do you mean?
Manuel won't help me, and I know my father.
If I don't give him what he needs, I'll pay the price.
I can help you, but I'm sure you're not short on offers.
Guadalupe, you can't give up. Not now.
I won't destroy the party.
But that's already happened.
The party and the government are going to fall apart.
All you can do is pick the scapegoat.
But it can't be just anyone.
They need a bombshell to go to elections with minimal guarantees.
Or not.
Maybe you need something to light the fuse.
Something to rile people up. It doesn't have to be a crime.
Just say it.
About Rocío.
- I can't do that to her. She's my friend. - It's her or you.
You have the opportunity to become the alternative to a party
that will bleed out in the elections.
It's my party.
This has never been a party.
The party emerged in a hurry, but protesting in the streets
is one thing, and governing is another.
And a lot of people aren't up for it.
Rocío isn't up for it? Cut the bullshit, Juanjo.
Look, you pay me to think about what's best for you.
This is what's best for you.
Use your newspaper.
Be graceful and caring with your friend,
but distance yourself from her completely.
And when all this blows over,
ask yourself whether there's a better time
to relaunch yourself under a new brand.
Why do initials matter?
People love you.
Good morning.
- Good morning. - Good morning, Minister.
- Everything in order? - How are you?
- Here we are. - Good morning, Minister.
Madam Minister.
Dad…
My girl.
What happened?
He's in surgery, but they haven't said anything for a while.
Seligman?
What are you doing here, you son of a bitch?
This is all your fucking fault. Asshole!
You fucking asshole.
Have you no shame? You son of a bitch.
- Let go! - Calm down, sir. Come here.
Get your hands off me!
I don't know how I ever accepted your fucking money.
Lara, your father pays me to lie to you.
- Lara… - You're shameless.
And who will give me my son back now?
Let's see how you explain that, you son of a bitch.
- Come. - Son of a bitch.
Get your damn hands off me!
Relatives of León Escudero?
Come this way.
Lara, listen to me.
Go.
- Listen to me. - Go away.
GUADALUPE
- What? Are we leaving? - Yes, let's go.
- I'll pack up and be right down, okay? - Okay, see you.
Luis Belloso?
Yes.
What's up, bro?
Seems like you messed with Miss Yolanda.
Threatening to run your mouth about our business.
Hey, no. Listen.
It's not what you--
Listen up, you son of a bitch.
You're not gonna say a word, or I'll silence you for good.
So you better tread lightly,
or you'll end up in a fucking ditch with your throat slit.
You got that, bro?
Very good.
Guadalupe.
What? No, don't email it to me.
Are you sure it's encrypted?
No fucking way.
No, Rocío Castillo. No, man. What a disappointment.
I was gonna vote for this chick.
Hey, we have to talk about this.
- See you at El Báltico. - Andrés.
Marcos threw up, so no basketball ga…
Excuse me.
Well, is he okay, or…
Yes, don't worry. He's over it.
Well…
If you'd like, another time, we could have a drink together or…
I mean, if you come over again. Or somewhere else…
Okay, sure.
Let me know.
Can you let me know, Andrés?
Why was Escudero's brother at my house?
- What? - What the fuck was he doing at my house?
- I don't know. - You don't know?
This wasn't supposed to happen again.
Fuck, this never ends, man.
I should never have trusted you guys.
I should never have fucking trusted you.
Relax.
How's that kid?
He jumped me, and I lost it.
I was doing so well.
My psychologist said I was doing well.
God. I can't take it.
I can't take it anymore.
I thought I'd get over it once I left the army.
That I'd forget all that shit.
That's not how it works.
It was all a fucking lie.
Listen, Rafael.
You're going to leave the country for a while.
This is my lawyer's number.
And I promise that I'll fix this.
For real this time, Rafael.
For real.
Trust me.
This is the article that Andrés wrote.
The one I censored.
It's weighed heavy in my pocket for years.
And if you don't mind, I'd like to…
No, I wouldn't like. I need to read it.
Of course. Go ahead.
"By Andrés Seligman."
"Afghanistan is the world's leading producer of opium."
"During these last nine years of NATO's intervention in the country,
the flow of drugs across the borders hasn't declined,
but rather it has consolidated."
"This has led to speculation
about potential involvement of military actors."
"This theory was confirmed in January of 2018,
when Bruno Escudero, a reporter for this media outlet,
obtained evidence and testimonies
indicating that a group of soldiers had organized an operation
to smuggle opium into Spain using military planes."
"This critically important journalistic investigation
has been silenced
in the most severe fashion."
"On the morning of January 7th…
VARGAS
…Bruno headed out, escorted by the military as usual,
to visit an area with recent insurgent activity."
"He never returned."
"According to the Army's report,
the convoy was ambushed with RPGs
by several individuals on motorcycles who surrounded them."
"Bruno was the only fatality."
"As of today, thanks to eyewitness accounts,
this media outlet can confirm that no such attack took place."
"Bruno Escudero's death was a cold-blooded execution."
"Out of the eight soldiers in the unit escorting him,
at least six were involved in the drug trafficking
that Bruno had uncovered."
"Bruno Escudero was 27 years old."
"He enjoyed 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 him know
that he would never have wanted to die on his knees, out in the desert,
looking down the barrel of a Spanish assault rifle."
"The only solace we have
is that our colleague died doing his job exceptionally,
and now, at last,
this newspaper can honor him by completing it."
How many times have you read it over the years?
I couldn't say.
What do you feel reading it?
So many things.
First of all, pride.
Pride for those reporters,
Andrés and Bruno, two kids who were fully committed to the truth.
I started El Báltico to work with people like them.
What happened?
My office.
Baby.
See?
We can still do things that you like, and I can be happy too. Right?
No.
I don't…
I don't want you here.
And I don't want you to be home when I get back.
Thanks to your daughter, we have obtained some emails
showing that Rocío Castillo, very politely of course,
pressured the Department of Education to secure a spot in public daycare
for which she didn't qualify.
Are we going to use something like that?
"Something like that"?
It's a gift from the heavens. It's just what we need.
Yes. It's just what we need.
Look, Dad, I don't like it either,
but you said they were coming after us, and wouldn't settle for just anyone.
I know I'm the main instigator here,
but… I have my doubts.
We'll permanently destroy her credibility.
The thing is, she did it to herself.
No one held a gun to her head.
I'm just doing my job, which is to keep citizens informed.
In this case, a politician who abuses power.
Especially a politician who's in her position
because she promised to fight against those same abuses.
Okay, no need to take so much pleasure in it.
We all know Rocío is one of the most competent and honest politicians
in this country.
- Sure. - Not to mention, she's your friend.
But you'll take her down anyway.
Her, and the most progressive government of our democracy.
It's not your government anymore. Or your law.
I'm going to continue defending this law.
But I'll do it under my own name.
We'll continue doing what we can to prevent the right from taking power,
but for that, we need a newspaper.
Things seem so easy from this office, but you're both mistaken.
And you'll regret it.
Maybe not now,
but this will leave you permanently scarred.
Well, another option is to tell the whole story
in an interview ten years down the line.
That will put our minds at rest.
Are you going to get cynical now?
You know better than anyone what I'm talking about.
I'm just following the plan.
A plan that you came up with.
What's changed now?
Bruno Escudero's brother is in hospital, on a ventilator.
That's what's changed. And you know who put him there?
Your soldier.
He was so scared that he almost beat him to death.
Do you really think that these decisions don't have consequences?
Do you want to pay him a visit?
We'll see how "easy" this is when you see his face.
Because all I could think about was Bruno…
and we're doing the same thing again.
You really think that we don't have doubts?
And that this is an easy decision for us,
that we haven't had to do anything to get here.
The thing is, I think you love acting like the good guy.
You love giving lessons.
What I think is that you don't have the balls to see it through
and do things right, because you don't want to face the consequences.
Did you publish the interview?
No, right?
You've done everything you can to hide it.
Because you're terrified of what could happen.
And then, of course, the moral lessons, the lectures…
But at the end of the day, you keep protecting us, right?
Or will you let me go to prison?
Or let your newspaper be taken over by priests?
Or destroy Guadalupe's image?
Would you do that?
Would you dare?
The news broke out early this morning.
El Báltico uncovered compromising emails
from Rocío Castillo.
The scandal is a direct blow to the foundation of a government
whose internal tensions have been evident since the start of its term.
Rocío, could you give a statement, please?
- What happened with those emails? - Why did you pressure the daycare?
- Please. - Rocío, please.
BOARDROOM
I can no longer remain at the head of the party
or hold public office.
I just hope that an unforgivable mistake from my past
doesn't tarnish the work of a government I believe in more than ever.
You've reached the voicemail of…
Federico Seligman.
In light of these latest developments,
I cannot continue defending our partners.
PRIME MINISTER'S CONFERENCE
Today is a sad day for me,
as I've been a strong supporter of this government coalition,
the most progressive of our democracy.
Man, what if your father realizes how much saving your ass is costing him
and doesn't show up?
That'd be nice, right?
I hope this serves as a lesson to all of us
about who we should, or shouldn't, make deals with.
FEDERICO SELIGMAN LEGACY INTERVIEW SEND?
The sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can celebrate as a family.
The second thing I feel is disgust, pity,
self-hatred.
For having betrayed Andrés and Bruno,
for having silenced them.
I could make excuses, saying the pressure was overwhelming,
but the truth is that, in the end…
I was the one who decided.
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 like that…
to be my legacy.
SEND FILE
Subtitle translation by: Lee Pollard