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At this point in the interview, and after all you've told me about them,

what do you think people will make of what you're doing with your children?

Why does it matter?

By the time they see this, I'll already be dead.

This show is an opportunity for you to explain yourself,

to come to terms with your own story.

It's called Legacy.

It's not far-fetched to assume that the people

who choose to participate in it

care about what will be said about them when they're gone.

Well, I think some people will consider me to be a bad father,

maybe even an awful person.

Others might think my kids had it coming.

I'm not looking for revenge, and I'm not trying to teach them a lesson.

I'm doing this because I've been forced to.

I won't stand for

what they've done to the newspaper I've dedicated my entire life to.

My newspaper.

ROTTEN LEGACY

Let Berta take a look to see if we missed anything,

then publish it.

TWO WEEKS EARLIER

Yes.

The tax authorities are going to audit you.

They found out that you're embezzling funds from the conservatory project.

How did they find out?

Someone tipped them off. I can't tell you anything else.

-Excuse me. -Yes?

-Where's my sister? -She's in makeup.

Thank you.

To me, you look like an older lady who reads Vogue

and tries to act trendy, you know?

I don't know how they found out, but if everything comes to light,

we're headed to jail.

What?

I haven't done anything at all. I didn't take a single euro, Andrés.

Do you really think that matters?

You're the chair of the Seligman board. You think it comes without a price?

I didn't want to be chairwoman. I didn't want the conservatory project.

I didn't want anything at all.

I didn't want to take over the paper, but it's what Dad left us.

It is what it is.

No.

I'm just not cut out for prison.

What do we do? Do something.

Guadalupe.

It's your siblings!

-Hi, Manuel. -Hello.

-Girls. -What?

-Shall we go to your room? -Okay.

Guadalupe, the tax authorities are going to audit the conservatory.

You have to stop it--

Talk to the Secretary of State or the minister,

but stop it, please.

"Hi Guadalupe, how are you? How are the girls?"

What about that?

Sorry, Guadalupe. No one likes having to ask you this.

But what do we do? Please.

I told you a million times not to do it.

And now I have to save your asses?

Well, no.

I didn't get into politics to do this. I won't beg for favors. I'm sorry.

Tell your husband. He's clearly benefitting from it.

You're in my house, aren't you?

The least you can do is not insult me or Manuel.

-Thank you. -I'm sorry.

She's right. Forgive him. Forgive us.

-Turn that off. -Yes, okay, sorry.

Look, I honestly feel awful putting you in this situation.

Especially since everyone knows how hard you've worked

to not be seen by your party as the typical rich girl turned activist.

The last thing you need now is a family scandal like this.

Guys.

DAD

Isabel.

Yes. No, tell me.

How's Dad?

Sorry?

What?

He's recovered.

He's made a full recovery. They're returning from Houston.

It pisses me off.

You're not gonna say anything?

And you too…

After all we've been through, why do you care?

I'd have to be born again to be okay with my 18-year-old daughter,

I repeat, 18 years old, flying in business class.

But I'm not like, "I fly business class,"

as if people in economy class were disgusting.

But I've been stuck in a hospital for two years,

and my parents fly in business, but say it's not educational for me.

It pisses me off.

Well, you can sulk about it in your economy class seat

and complain to the person next to you.

I'm sure they'll pity you.

What I'm trying to say is,

I get the feeling that they don't care about architecture.

All they talk about is money.

I show them the designs, and instead of discussing what matters,

they only talk about money and power.

It just gets so exhausting.

-Yeah, the Yankees are just the worst. -I know right?

You always feel like they're testing you.

Exactly.

I don't know. It's horrible.

Hello, Dad.

I just came by to tell you how comfy my seat is.

It's just like a bed. And the food…

-How are you? -I'm great.

-This is Luis. -Hi. How are you?

We just fucked in the restroom.

Sure, honey. Great.

I'm off to snort lines with the pilot.

So we'll get there faster.

Sorry, I don't know why I said that.

Or do I?

I don't know why you insist on raising her like your other kids.

They didn't turn out that bad.

If we're measuring by professional success, no,

but emotionally, you're in no position to lecture anyone.

Well, at least Lara won't have to compete with the newspaper for your attention.

Well…

You promised me.

Yes, after a chemo session and two rounds of vomiting.

I was ready to start praying.

Yes, okay.

I'm done with the newspaper.

And what do you want me to do now?

Do you want me to be one of those assholes

who only talks about watches and expensive wine?

No.

There are plenty of other things.

To start with, the Legado interview. I've already committed to it.

Yes, you've committed to me giving an interview.

Yes, I think you should share everything you told me in the hospital.

Even if it's just for the Fraga anecdotes.

Spain deserves to hear that.

But what do you want?

To start another civil war?

You weren't going to find out anyway.

-It won't air until after you're dead. -That's exactly what I feel like doing.

To keep thinking about when I die.

I'd prefer to think about other things.

Well, you look fit as a fiddle.

Who have you left in charge of closing tomorrow's edition?

I think it's best if I don't answer that question.

So you're all better now, right?

All better? No.

No, honey. You don't get better after pancreatic cancer.

I'm dying. I just didn't want to do it in that hospital.

Stop. If it's not funny now, imagine us in the hospital

waiting for the results.

Fine. Let's all cry together, you'll see how much good it'll do us.

I will. It'll do me a lot of good.

All right…

Well, look how much my grandchildren have grown.

You've grown a lot, right?

I've been the same height since I was 15, but my boobs have grown.

-Yes, that's it. -Federico!

Hey, father-in-law.

Hey, you didn't say anything about the movie.

Remember the link I sent you in case you didn't make it to see it in theaters?

Well, no one saw it in theaters.

Slowly but surely, it'll find its place. It's still alive.

Alive… It's not on any streaming platform anymore.

-Wow. I'm sorry. -Well…

You guys seem great now you're fucking other people.

-Are you okay? -Okay, listen.

A little something.

Another pen?

What is it?

I can't believe it.

A keychain.

A keychain for a car.

No, it's not a car.

It's a Morgan.

And this was your idea, I'm sure.

It was hard convincing them.

My God, they were all like, "No, please. It's so flashy."

Remember how many times you went to see it in London?

And do you remember that I didn't buy it?

-The thing is-- -Come on.

Maybe it's time you got over those insecurities.

You're right. I love it.

And you can use it anytime.

Guadalupe, for example, if you need it to get to Congress.

Yeah, your party would love that.

Yes, I can pull in burning rubber, knocking back champagne.

And then I can scream, "Fuck the poor!"

Federico, they love you.

What?

We love you.

That's great.

That's great.

Thank you.

-See? -It's lovely.

Hey.

Hey, how are you?

Rebeca, Jennifer, it's great to see you. Thank you all for coming.

He looks good, right?

And he doesn't seem to suspect anything.

Yeah, looks like those theater classes you took as a teenager paid off.

We're not quite as good at lying as a politician, but we're getting there.

Did you find out anything?

It looks like the audit is an order from up top,

from the minister.

From that minister? That's great.

I mean, he's in your party. Talk to him.

Well, he's been a lifelong PCE member. He's just running with us now.

Dad seems to get along with him. Look.

Go for it, then. He's one of yours.

Guada.

Go.

You don't know how hard it is getting the rich to pay more taxes.

I'll pay whatever I have to, whatever you say, without complaining.

I know that every Monday you call the Tax Agency

asking them to charge you more.

Hello.

Can I steal him for a moment?

Is work all you think about?

Okay, go save Spain.

Talk soon. What is it?

Nothing, let's just have a little chat about how everything is going.

Hi, Federico, how are you?

It's good to see you. We wanted to tell you about the project…

My siblings want me to convince you to halt the tax audit on the conservatory.

What, do you regret tipping us off?

No.

I'm not the one who's done anything shady.

-We've had issues with the roof. -Yes.

But the delay was minimal.

-Only a week or so. -Sure.

Your dad won't take this well at all.

Well, it might not be such a bad thing for him to see that the real cancer here…

is his children.

Good afternoon.

I'd like to steal your attention for a moment.

I want to thank you for letting me be a part of this party.

And you, dear Federico,

we are very happy to have you back.

I say that from the heart.

Vito Apüshana dreamed

Indigenous Wayuu poet

Look after your land, sister

And don't forget where you come from

We are noble shepherds

Shepherds of flowers and gifts

We are the men who live

In the world of paths

And we also graze

We return to the fold

We are also nourished

Some nurture, and others kill

And we are…

Did you find out anything?

I don't like spying on the children.

They're not teenagers anymore.

-Tell me. -It's about the conservatory.

The Finance Minister is going to conduct an audit.

I'm sure a lot happened while I was away.

And I'm aware that in the past, we haven't had a lot of trust between us.

-For whatever reason. -For whatever reason.

Yes, for whatever reason. I'm the first to blame.

But maybe we can still change.

I'd like us to be able to talk, and I'd like to earn your trust.

And? Nothing comes to mind?

Something must've happened in two years.

No, I mean…

-Yeah. -Yeah, of course.

Things have happened during this time, right?

For example, Ricardo and I now have an open relationship.

Things were getting a bit dull, monotonous.

But who am I to tell you, right?

That's not exactly what happened with your mother.

Well, I'd rather not have this conversation.

The trauma.

I thought we were being honest with each other.

Well, I just wanted to try it out.

Because… Well, because everybody does it. Don't you?

I mean, even Nuria Roca does it.

Yeah, so… But in my case, it hasn't really worked, to be honest.

Because usually, I end up alone in a fancy suite at the Four Seasons.

And I stay there…

-What do you do alone? -Well, relax.

I get a massage. I watch TV.

It's like a "me" day.

And I'm super happy,

and Ricardo is thrilled to think of his wife fucking strangers.

Sounds weird, right?

The idea was not to judge you, as hard as that may be.

No. Yes, it does sound weird.

I'm just here to listen to you,

and offer support.

Thanks for throwing Dad off my trail.

You're welcome.

For a moment, I thought you were going to give it away.

Yeah, that's why I had to make that all up.

It sounded awful.

Hold on, do you fuck other people or not?

No, honey. I book a room to watch TV shows.

Well, I can't imagine you with strangers, honestly.

Maybe fool around with someone from work.

Your architect, maybe.

At this rate, you'll only see him during prison visits.

Look.

Well, I don't want to get involved in this, okay?

But I have a recording that could help you with the minister.

Listen.

That chick is a miserable bitch…

And don't even get me started on that name.

I hope my legacy is what I did in my life,

not some random crap I say when I'm on my way out.

Come on, I'm sure you'll feel very comfortable with the interviewer.

Enrique.

What are you doing here?

It's really hard to say no to your wife.

And I've told her like 20 times that I'm not a journalist.

You're more than that. You're his friend.

I didn't want things to end up like in Houston.

-And if I leave you two-- -I'm sorry.

Chemo brings out the worst in you, and I was not in the mood to see anyone.

You were dying.

But not anymore.

Forty years running Progresa,

one of the biggest Spanish-language publishing houses.

You've done newspapers, magazines, textbooks…

What's left of the journalist who started El Báltico with a group of friends in '84?

Much more than you may think.

The critical spirit,

the drive to tell things as they are,

not as the powerful would have us believe.

But you've had many controversies.

For years, we were accused of being government puppets.

But the truth is, there are very few truly progressive media outlets

in this country.

I was more referring to the death of one of your reporters, Bruno Escudero.

Can you give us a moment, please?

And can you stop recording?

Isabel, would you accompany them, please?

I'll let you know.

Is everything turned off?

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

You expect me not to bring it up?

There are still demonstrations.

-Still? -Every month.

How can I not ask you?

I don't get why you refuse to talk about it.

Why don't you want us to even bring it up?

Because one of my reporters died.

Exactly.

What do you expect?

That, after all these years of the family demanding justice

and multiple official investigations,

I'm just going to fix everything?

"Here's the truth"?

No.

This isn't one of your novels. That's not how the world works.

Don't insult me. Don't tell me you don't know anything else.

And if you were right, what then?

The moment this gets out,

El Báltico would lose all credibility.

Progresa would follow.

Not to mention the government.

Everything I've built over these 40 years…

would all go to shit.

Then I cannot conduct this interview with you.

The last thing I wanted was for you two to end up like this.

It's not your fault.

It's not on the news anymore.

It's not mentioned in political debates anymore.

But we don't forget.

We haven't forgotten you, Bruno.

There was never a public and independent investigation.

-And we won't stand for that! -Yeah.

We'll keep on fighting until justice is served.

Justice for Bruno!

-Justice for Bruno! -Justice for Bruno!

Stop right there.

-Take it easy, okay? -You take it easy.

-Justice for Bruno! -Justice for Bruno!

You don't invite me to your party, but you come and ask me about your kids.

You haven't changed one bit, Federico.

Wouldn't it have been easier to ask them?

Yes, but I'm asking you, Mr. Chairman,

the one who's doing the work for them.

It's going to cost you.

Look, Secundino.

I've been away for two years.

Maybe you've forgotten who you're talking to.

I could say the same.

I remember everything.

Including how you managed to get that payout

for the gas platform fiasco.

You?

It's not rocket science.

Yolanda asks me to charge them ten, and to do it for six.

Of the four remaining, I keep one.

I transfer the other three to a company owned by your children.

Simple.

Fuck.

What you're really going to like…

is finding out what they use that money for.

For you.

Do whatever you want with it.

-For real? -He's kidding, right?

I'll take it.

-No fucking way. -Is he serious, dude?

-For real? -Let's go!

Step on it, bro.

Shit, bro!

What the fuck did you do?

You want to sink the newspaper? Is that it?

Well, I'll leave you two alone.

Thanks for discrediting me in front of my deputy editor.

Why don't we do it in front of everyone?

You're answering me with jokes?

Because I don't know what you're talking about.

The money you've been funneling from the conservatory project.

What have you been spending it on?

On saving the newspaper.

Of course. That's your justification, isn't it?

Stealing for the greater good.

I've run this newspaper for 30 years,

and not once have I ever taken a euro, or even a single peseta illegally.

-But you-- -You don't get the situation.

You have no idea.

Going digital has been a failure.

We're getting almost no revenue from ads.

And subscriptions aren't cutting it.

So yes, I inflated them.

I took money from millionaires with guilty consciences

that put it into the conservatory,

and now we have 20,000 ghost accounts

to keep shareholders believing

we're the number one newspaper in the country.

Have you gone insane?

Maybe I have.

But thanks to those figures, the investment fund came in.

They were on the fence between El Globo and us,

but we had more subscribers.

It's dishonest. It's fraud.

Dad, it's about toughing it out.

Holding on for a bit, a few years,

until the market settles, until online ads are profitable.

But you can't do journalism without a newspaper.

No. We have to put an end to this.

We have to get rid of those fake accounts, return the money,

start rebuilding from the bottom up,

with three journalists and four subscribers, if necessary,

but we can't continue with this reckless approach.

I wish it were that easy.

But if the investment fund pulls out and sells its stake,

we'll have to shut down tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

So continuing with this reckless approach is all we have left.

But don't worry.

No one is going to find out.

I've made sure of that.

What have you done?

-Excuse me. I haven't had time to eat. -Please. Don't let it get cold.

We only wanted to stress

that there's nothing shady about the conservatory project.

But, of course, if you audit us now,

a donor might back out.

Did you know this is poison, that they mistreat the animals,

that they exploit the workers?

It's capitalism at its worst, but it tastes good.

Want a fry?

About the conservatory.

We're going ahead with the inspection.

We have grounds for an audit.

Anything else?

We received this recording,

and we wanted to listen to it with you to figure out what to do with it.

That chick is a miserable bitch.

What she needs is some good dick to wipe that sour look off her face.

We've chosen a colorful excerpt,

but there are 20 minutes of audio, and you don't hold back.

You can't publish this.

-It's a private conversation. -Then sue us.

But by the time a ruling comes out, your career would be long over.

Everything you've done would be questioned.

You'd be canceled.

You can't talk like that about women anymore.

-It's over ten years old. -And how long ago was Woody Allen accused?

Look, Minister.

If you feel strong enough to defend these words until the day you die,

because no one will ever ask you about anything else, go for it.

Kick us out of here.

What do you want?

-Are we really at this point already? -Not at all.

I brought you because it's on my way to the conservatory project.

But I won't come back to pick you up later or anything.

Well, that's good because I'm sure they're all really nice,

we'll have a few beers,

and one thing will lead to another, and we'll end up at a rave.

Definitely.

I never know how to pronounce "rave."

If you say it the English way, you're trying to be cool.

But if you say it the Spanish way, you're trying even harder.

-How do you say it? -So you want me to pick you up, right?

Hello. Good afternoon to everyone.

How are you? I'm Manuel Cuiña,

and I'll be your professor for this course

on Structure and Ecology of Audiovisual Media.

I'm sure you're wondering

is what "Structure and Ecology of Audiovisual Media" means,

but don't worry…

Hello.

-Okay. -Luis.

-How's it going? -Hi.

How are you?

I'm glad you came

because we need to make some changes to the facade, okay?

That doesn't matter, Luis.

I blackmailed a minister this morning.

I felt awful doing it, though.

-Okay. -And dirty.

But at the same time, I got a rush out of it and thought,

"Well, Yolanda, just go for it."

And here I am, going for it.

"Going for what?" you wonder.

Let me explain, okay?

My husband and I have an open relationship, okay?

An agreement. Just one day a week.

But the truth is, I'm not really making the most of it.

It sounds pathetic when I say it like that.

Because it might actually be pathetic.

The thing is, I'm here because I'm into you.

You… turn me on.

And I thought, "Yolanda, tell him, you dummy."

"I mean, what do you have to lose?"

Other than my dignity, right? Because…

This isn't how I wanted it to go. I wanted to be a little more…

wild and sexy, you know?

Maybe wearing something different. This wind doesn't help.

This helmet doesn't either.

Anyway…

I'm gonna head out.

No, Luis.

It's just…

Forget about it.

All right…

Okay.

SELIGMAN FOUNDATION CONSERVATORY PROJECT SITE

Wow. You've got your own bathroom and everything.

Yes. And it really does the trick.

The water pressure is amazing.

It's what I'll miss the most.

Are you going to let my son kick you out?

I saw how the janitor looked at me on my first day.

I knew they wouldn't let me stay here very long.

That's Spain for you.

We don't like paying taxes.

Your kids don't, and neither do your neighbor's kids.

And would you have backed down like that with the neighbor's kids too?

Fuck off, Federico.

I'm just saying, you've waited your whole life for this.

The people voted for you for a reason. Fight a bit, for fuck's sake, Antonio.

I'm not here to educate your children.

I was stupid enough to get caught up in their battles.

What battles did you get caught up in?

Wake up, Federico.

Guadalupe was the one who blew the whistle on the conservatory.

And not because she has a strong sense of conscience,

but to save her husband.

Manuel?

Some partners tricked him into bringing money from Venezuela.

You disappear for two years, and everything goes to shit.

You really are shameless.

Your kids are like that because of you.

I've never broken the law.

No, of course not.

Because the laws have always worked for you.

Now that Guadalupe's got me out of the way, she'll make them.

It's up to you, Federico.

It's my father.

I'm going to answer.

-Yes? -I just got scolded by a minister.

It's been a while.

Maybe you should've scolded him for being sexist.

What's all this about?

Was it all a ploy to take his job?

Is that how politics work now?

Do you really think I enjoy doing any of this?

I don't, Dad.

I'm having a hard time. I'm not sleeping.

I have anxiety. I don't know what to do.

What should I do if they bust Manuel and you're not here?

Maybe he fucking deserved it.

Is he above the law as he's married to you?

Dad, what does "bust" mean?

Nothing, honey. It's a type of game.

Look, of course I'm pissed at Manuel for evading taxes.

And I would've killed him when I found out.

But he's the father of my children.

And I love him.

Can you understand loving someone so much

that you forgive their faults and flaws,

and you'd do anything to protect them,

no matter what?

-Hey, give me that. -Hello?

Here, throw this away.

-Come on, let's work together. -Look.

-Dad? -Who wants…

-Home? -No.

Throw this away. Come on.

This goes in the dishwasher. I'm going.

Okay, this is for you.

How was your first day?

I'm so proud of you.

Really.

College will do you a lot of good.

And you'll see that the world doesn't revolve around the Seligmans.

You reek of booze.

SOCIAL REHABILITATION CENTER LETICIA BELMONTE

Federico?

Do you still want to interview me?

This time, I'll tell you everything.

Whoever falls, falls.

Even if it's my children.

Especially if it's my children.

IN MEMORY OF LYNN FAINCHTEIN

Subtitle translation by: Lee Pollard