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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

THE NATIONAL OBSERVER

It looks like they're bringing out the big guns.

The negative press about Industrial.

They want us swimming in shit.

So what's our defense?

We deny everything. They're grasping at straws.

They have no proof. It's all conjecture, half-truths, and badly written headlines.

Are you being honest?

Where's that famous indignation of yours?

This subdued Luis is making me nervous.

They're kicking you in the balls, doesn't it hurt?

- I don't believe this. - It's not that simple.

Forgive me, but you weren't here. Huh?

I have been defending this fort for decades okay.

Without reinforcements, and bullets...

Okay, I get it, spare me the lecture. What are you saying?

The press, the paper, is straddling both sides of a fence.

There's pressure on both sides. You can defend freedom...

I don't want to hear about pressure or the press.

I want to know if there's any truth to these rumors.

- Let's talk about this over a drink. - No, absolutely not.

In 2011 we made a pact…

with the government.

It's nothing all the media doesn't do eventually, right?

It's a pact of non-aggression.

The non-aggression evolved into a mutually beneficial collaboration.

- Did the old man know? - Of course, for fuck's sake.

When the old man says find a solution, you find a solution, what could I do?

Alfaad's story, was it part of this?

Yes, he got the info from the government,

they were capitalizing on his change of heart.

So I sent Mónica. I knew she'd get to the bottom of it.

But it's all true.

The story Alfaad told. Even though it was administered.

This pact…

It's just for the newspaper right?

Was money involved?

- Don't you know me? - After hearing this, I’m not sure.

Is there proof, or any documents?

Yes, I have them. Don't worry.

I want them here immediately.

Why? I said have them.

- What do you think I'm going to do? - Bring them here. I'll keep them.

We will survive this, Víctor. We can adapt.

It's what we do.

Get back to work.

NEGOTIATIONS HELD BETWEEN THE GOVERNMENT AND THE LEADERS OF THE RIOTS

MINOR DIES AFTER FALLING FROM ROOFTOP

The body fell on a vehicle that was parked in front of the building.

…the funeral service will be at 5:00 p.m. in the cemetery…

The innocent life here cut short will find a peaceful and eternal rest.

Because the venerable age has one concern and that is living justly.

He is in the loving hands of our Lord.

He joins the honorable and just in the Kingdom of Heaven.

And although we cannot know God's will, we know God loved him,

as he loves us all.

We all see God's love. We feel it, without understanding.

God's love surrounds us and comforts us.

Feel it now. Like a warm embrace.

FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE ON THE GENEALOGY OF MORALITY

ETHICS FOR THE 21ST CENTURY VIOLETA SALAMA

"ONLY THE TRUTH WILL SAVE LIVES"

I don't know any of them.

Who are they?

All of them were at the demonstration.

We'll have the intel on them soon.

Nobody, huh?

No.

Thank you.

I tried to get approval for one payment, to catch them at the drop.

And obviously we would have asked for your consent.

Irrelevant.

I didn't get approval.

I don't know why I shared that.

Anyway…

We'll investigate any leads. And keep digging.

You sound desperate, Mr. Conte.

You've got nothing.

You're as lost as you were at the start.

Well, it's always like this:

Follow the threads of the investigation

and out of nowhere, one thread leads straight to the answer.

Always?

Thank you for your time.

I'll put up the five million!

Just so you know, there's no guarantee.

We could lose it all.

If I request the money tomorrow, it'll be available next day.

A day before it's due.

I'll put together a team from the Technical Brigade.

They're the best in their field.

I'll put the ad in the paper tomorrow as soon as it’s confirmed.

Thank you.

Have a good night.

All in cash, into your private account.

By tomorrow.

Transferred for everyone to see.

A five with six zeros after it.

And no insurance to cover the transaction.

Sell the shares in Numantina.

And some shares of Provetesa

and any recent investments that look weak. Thoughts?

Right, um, maybe it's a good time to sell the newspaper, the value has risen.

No.

Then I'm afraid you'll have to lose some stake in the Group.

Otherwise, we won't get there, Víctor.

Okay. Put it together. Get me something today.

Mm-hmm.

Are you in some trouble you want to tell me about?

I'm fine, really. Gonna help some people and the police will be monitoring it.

No more questions.

Five million, Víctor. Christ.

That’ll surely bring you down a few notches on Fortune 500.

Congratulations on your generosity.

Police will be reaching out to arrange the permits.

And you're a police officer.

And you got training at that school in Avila.

You're a mathematician and chief hacker for the Technical Brigade?

You got my resume, right?

Álex. Ahem.

Just so you know, I'm absolutely useless with all this stuff, okay?

It’s just me and technology don’t get along

So I’m asking you please to explain it to me like I was in kindergarten.

Kindergarten?

What's gonna happen tomorrow?

As soon as they send the account number we’ll be able to locate it.

That part is fast and easy but of course, they’ll be expecting that.

They likely will have programmed the transfer

to move rapidly into numerous accounts that we can't track.

That's always where the trail runs cold.

But this time we're not gonna lose it.

And that's saying a lot.

My software is faster than previous ones.

It's based on a random attempt to tap the net

- with a very high frequency rate... - How much faster is this thing?

A little bit faster.

Is this software the best option available to us?

If there's a better one, it's unknown.

Genovés.

- The money will be ready tomorrow. - Víctor.

Our team is all prepped.

I'm gonna place the ad now.

Good, and please use a personal email when you do it.

And be sure to cancel any calls or appointments

you might have today and tomorrow.

They'll respond quickly.

Right. Understood.

Thank you.

We'll talk after there's an answer.

HOPES PINNED ON NEGOTIATION

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We're cutting it close. Soon as we park, we have to run.

That'll give us a good warm up.

Okay.

I think we have something.

By the time stamp and GPS location,

this seems to be the fight where the protester died.

This guy's close to the action.

Pull up the other video.

This footage was taken minutes before the boy fell,

at an office up the street from the restaurant.

Can I see the guy from the protest again, please?

How long will it take to track him down?

The images aren't very clear,

and he doesn't seem to have any defining characteristics.

Maybe in the next hour or maybe we never find him.

Put anyone not following the money on this. Right away.

Dear Mr. Genovés,

We have received your message of acceptance and we are delighted.

Finally, the long wait will have been worthwhile for everyone.

They responded. They've responded!

The instructions are easy to follow:

Tomorrow, the 30th, at 10:00 a.m. sharp,

you must be at your computer logged into your bank's website.

At that time, we will send you the account number,

and you will initiate the transfer.

Five million euros, ten percent of the agreed total.

Should that transfer not be made in a timely manner,

or we detect the slightest suspicious activity,

on the 31st, the killings will start again,

following the established deadlines.

Until tomorrow, cordially yours,

The Minions of Midas.

How are you?

I'm fine.

I can't get it out of my head.

Let's tell the truth.

Publish it everywhere.

I can help you tell the truth.

Are you serious right now?

I would be ruined.

I appreciate you trying to help. I do.

But can't you see how that would affect my reputation?

I'd be finished.

It would take down the company down too.

We could explain it in a way that people would understand.

You think, right now, that's possible? In this climate?

A millionaire lets people die so he can keep his money.

That's how they'll see it.

They're gonna crucify me.

And the police would be caught with their pants down.

Everyone has to know that these fucking bastards exist.

People are dying, Víctor.

Mónica, no one's gonna stop dying because of the article.

All we'd be doing is adding fuel to the fire.

And where's your responsibility as a journalist?

Don't you see the hysteria that would provoke?

What can we do about it, then?

I'm making the first payment.

You jumped in before I could tell you.

You're paying?

I sent them an email. They responded. Look.

This plan, it has to work out.

We're out of options.

How much time do you have for the next payment?

Until they kill again?

No idea, we'll wait for new instructions.

But we'll catch them before then.

"Catch them"?

Yeah, by tracking the money. That's the plan anyway.

Put a hook in the water.

You could just pay them… for real.

No, I can't pay them.

And I shouldn't.

I thought you understood.

- You can stop all this. - And what happens after that?

What, you think we could all sleep easier?

How many others will be killed if I'm funding them.

If I put, not five, but 50 million Euros in their hands?

If I pay them…

they win.

I want us to go somewhere, far away.

Tomorrow, right after you’re done paying.

The sea, or London.

Or my place.

With a suitcase.

Does that sound far enough away?

AMOUNT: 5,000,000

Are you ready?

Yeah, I'm ready.

Just putting in the details.

Message from Midas!

It’s the account number.

We're locating the account now. You can enter the number,

but wait before confirming the transfer.

Got it. Bank of Macaronesia.

Central District.

Get warrants for the managers and directors.

You've entered the numbers?

- Yeah. - Good, now add your signature and wait.

COMPLETE TRANSFER

Send it.

TRANSFER COMPLETED SUCCESSFULLY

The money's in the account. Waiting for it to move to track it.

It's moving.

Thanks, Genovés.

I'll call back with an update.

Five million.

Tell me you have the day off.

The rest of the day is free.

I'll put on some music.

I don't really get jazz.

You can't be my boss and my lover.

I wasn't joking.

Not if I want to keep my independence as a journalist.

Once this nightmare's over, I'm quitting The Observer.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Don't worry.

I shouldn't have a problem finding another job.

Trust me.

Because if you did have one…

then we wouldn't be seeing each other.

We're the generation of anarchy.

All of us.

The rich and the… less rich.

It's disappeared.

What?

It just vanished.

I don't understand what happened, it suddenly disappeared.

The money could've reached Manila by now and been converted, Alfredo.

Into paper currency.

How the fuck did you do this?

NEGOTIATIONS BETWEEN THE GOVERNMENT AND REVOLT SPOKESPEOPLE BREAK DOWN

"WE'LL SHOW THEM HOW FED UP WE ARE"

Okay.

I'll just pretend you're not here.

You're a bastard.

There's a party tonight.

I think we should go.

Are you sure?

I get the feeling that your kind of parties are a bit different than mine.

No, it's an eclectic group.

It'll be good for us.

We'll have each other.

Okay.

If you darken his hair a bit.

I’m not sure.

Maybe, just maybe, this could be him.

He's the only lead that we have.

Which makes me think that maybe the protester isn't Spanish.

Detain him for questioning anyway.

Check all incoming flights to Madrid,

for the day of the protest and the one before.

That's a lot of people, it'll take a while.

Only Madrid?

How about our hacker?

There's one piece of good news, Alfredo.

Nobody's gonna die tomorrow.

Inspector.

- Come on in. - Thank you.

This is Mónica Báez.

Chief Inspector Alfredo Conte, Ms. Báez.

Pleasure.

Mónica knows, so go ahead. She’s with me.

We've lost the trail, Mr. Genovés.

We don't know what tech they used to evade us,

but the money's disappeared.

Do you know if I can fire you, Mr. Conte?

No, afraid not.

And you’re sure the money’s gone?

I'm sorry.

It was a calculated risk and it had to be taken.

A risk?

It was five million euros.

Well, that money has saved a life today…

if it's any consolation to you.

Tomorrow no one will die.

- But do they know that... - No, for them a payment was made.

You completed your part of the deal.

And we've also gained a week.

It wasn't in vain.

That extra time is really our only hope for the moment, Mr. Genovés.

I'll speak to my superiors and see about getting you reimbursed

for all the money you lost.

It's not about the fucking money!

No, of course not.

Thanks for meeting with me.

Conte.

I'm sorry.

You're right. One life spared.

One week.

Authorities warn of an increase in violence tonight,

reaching its peak tomorrow due to a demonstration organized

in response to the break in negotiations between the government

and the leaders of the Spanish protests. The Ministry of…

So, what happened to your car?

No idea. It wouldn't start.

… of the Spanish protests and the Ministry's leaders…

It's gonna be hell tomorrow.

…spokesperson Cordero, there aren't going to be any changes

to their stance on the protestors' issues.

They feel there is no…

Hopefully I'll get a full night's sleep for once. Right?

I know it's only a week, but…

I hardly sleep anyway.

They have pills for that. Sure works for me.

We could always have a couple of beers.

My kid's waiting for me.

Fucking hell.

I love you.

LET YOURSELF

GO

What a lovely pair.

It's such an honor to have you here.

José Alva, the queen of the party, and this is Mónica Báez.

The Syrian princess.

My compliments on the articles you’ve published. Marvelous work

I appreciate that. But I'm only the messenger.

Can I steal you two?

I need a break from greeting all these people, my hand is going numb.

Congrats on the party, it's spectacular.

It has to be…

if we want to entice people like you to partner with us

and to be our ambassadors to Spain.

You think you're a country now, huh?

The only box we don't have checked, is territory.

But having territory is so obsolete. It’s so dull, who cares?

Can I publish that?

Of course, be my guest.

Tell me who wouldn't agree with that?

Countries are ripe with corruption and problems.

If only they could be eliminated.

Our goal, is to give people what they want, when they want it,

and as cheaply as possible.

Some say, those who can afford to, "That's scandalous."

They think companies should teach us.

Or set an example.

But who wants that?

Companies are machines with no ideologies.

Beautiful, and unstoppable.

Give me just one minute.

All I can say is she's the best at what she does, you know?

I’m sure she is.

Cocktail?

I know mixing drinks is bad, but after the day we've had.

You choose, I'll follow your lead, huh?

So this is the VIP section at the VIP party?

There's always a room more VIP than the last one.

Care if I smoke?

Of course.

This moment at parties, don't you just love it?

See, it always happens the same way.

It's the moment everyone knows the party is coming to an end

but nobody wants to leave.

The one's who wanted to go home have gone.

And then suddenly…

this thirst to want to enjoy it even more emerges,

a desire for something to happen.

You know…

the whole time in Syria I was scared shitless.

I wasn't even listening to Alfaad.

Couldn't.

All I could see was a city destroying itself.

But I wonder…

What do you wonder?

- What I'm wondering is... - She wonders…

if we'll ever have that same opportunity for redemption.

Redemption?

You two can't be serious?

Our winner, what a lucky lady.

Don't be shy now, come up. There she is.

Everyone shut up. This one’s mine.

Take a look. This is a rare gem, a real collectors' item.

- Starting bid at 1,000. - Two thousand.

- 2,500! - Are they bidding on her?

Twenty five hundred? Going once?

- Three thousand. - Three thousand? Anyone else?

Forty one hundred!

The same as likes on Facebook, but with money.

- Fifty-five hundred! - Fifty-five hundred!

It looks like fun.

Fifteen hundred here!

Fifteen hundred!

Going once?

Nobody wants to go home.

Fifteen hundred going twice…

Last chance, people…

- Sold to her own loving husband! - My turn. My turn! All right.

All of this…

the extortion…

It's coincided with our relationship.

They've unfolded almost in parallel.

How did you manage that?

How'd you move yourself to feel anything?

I told you yesterday.

And I've only said it to one other person.

I love you.

That's what kept me going.

No one will die tomorrow.

But someone will next week.

Drop me at my mother's house, please.

Conte.

Genovés.

They haven't taken the money.

What do you mean by that?

They didn't try to hide it like we originally thought.

They divided it.

That's why we couldn't find it.

So do you know who it's divided among?

That's the problem.

It's divided into 10,000 parts.

What are you saying to me, Inspector?

They've divided it up into 10,000 parts equaling 500 Euros apiece

then put it into 10,000 accounts.

At random.

Basically throwing the money into the wind.

Why would they do that?

Because they were on to us.

By dividing it up, they've sent us a message:

There's no deal.

And I'm afraid the countdown is still on.

There will be another victim.

Today.

The trail can't end here.

They would've had to hack all these accounts.

All that for just a message, really?

Look for patterns in the account numbers.

What do you think they're gonna do?

I don't know… nobody believes this Robin Hood facade.

If they divided it, they can bring it back together again.

Right?

And they started bidding. The first guy went for 5,000 Euros.

Five thousand? I hope he was pretty hot.

But the party's not why you're feeling down?

I'm in a world I don’t… don't understand.

Can we know what the moral price of possessing is?

If I own a thing the survival of people depends on…

why withhold what they need?

All for myself.

What's ownership, even if something’s legal?

Nobody talks about that.

Did you take some drugs there?

I'm only stating the facts.

Right now, there's a moral price to possession.

A possibility that someone takes what you have by force.

The possibility of violence.

That's why people buy guns and security systems.

Are you in love with him?

Listen, after 11 years with a terrible piano player,

I can admit that it wasn't worth it.

It's a pity, but that's life.

At times the price is too high.

It's moving.

The money is moving again from the accounts.

Got you.

They're no Robin Hood.

What do you mean the money is moving?

Two minutes away from ID-ing the owner of the account.

Let’s go, come on, come on!

We’re out in less than two. Get ready!

Set up a perimeter around the rioting.

Got the address.

We got it!

Bank of Ilicitno. 23 De Huesas Street.

Looking up the owner.

I need a search on him.

Armando Gómez Pujalte. ID 53 850 206 M. 146 Bronce Street.

- Send over two patrol cars. - We have an image.

For fuck's sake.

- Let’s get all units after him now. - Get me his cell phone number!

I want four patrol cars to his house and more on standby

for when we get the number. Move!

Dear Mr. Genovés,

A new day, a new crime because of you.

We are disheartened to see how unwilling you are to accept our conditions,

how you will use any means necessary to protect your fortune.

And yet, you will find we are undeterred.

We are a people of our word…

and we have no doubts that you,

when you finally overcome your reservations,

will be one as well.

Dispatch, confirming the location of the cellphone.

The phone is in the home of the suspect.

I repeat, the phone is in the home of the suspect.

The money you've transferred to us

has been deposited into an account.

We planned to choose an account number at random,

but did you know that it's actually impossible

to generate a number at random?

Not even computers are capable of doing it.

They create something that resembles chance, but it's not pure.

"Chance" as it's known by us humans, when it manifests in our world…

…is an infinite pattern of coincidences that meet time and time again.

You got the email?

I have it.

But, truthfully, who doesn't have an account number these days?

No one.

Randomly choose anyone, you'll find they have at least one account number.

And there's no better example of chance than the one provided by the police,

with their haphazard and failed investigations.

Freeze! Police! Get on the ground!

- Get down! - Slowly!

- Drop the sign! - On the ground!

Get on the ground!

Don't let him put anything in his mouth!

How many coincidences need to happen

so the same person is present at two different crime scenes,

without being the killer?

Watch your head.

Such a coincidence, such an accumulation of coincidences,

surpasses the world's most advanced computer's attempt

to generate randomness through a software program.

Oh, fuck!

The die has been cast, Mr. Genovés.

Once again you have tried to avoid your responsibility,

attempting to deceive us with marked money.

Well, here is the result.

Chance has once again done our work for us

and another protester has been taken out.

In the middle of a revolt that we all know is unstoppable,

will someone mourn him?

You, perhaps?

Wishing you the necessary strength to stay determined,

or the sufficient lucidity to change direction.

Cordially yours,

The Minions of Midas.

Armando Gómez Pujalte.

He was our main suspect yesterday.

And now he's another victim.

How can the criminals know who the suspects are?

I think everyone in this room knows the answer to that question.

We learned it in the academy.

I want your badges and IDs right now. From all of you.

Tomorrow you will be questioned by Internal Affairs.

And any officer who doesn't show up will have an APB put out on them.

I hope I've made myself perfectly clear.

- Alfredo, I don't think this... - Your badge on my desk, Natalia.

What if you’re the one who’s compromised?

Don’t take me for some imbecile.

We all know it's impossible for them to have known the identity of the suspect.

They're getting into our veins.

Like fucking cockroaches, The Minions of Midas.

They're poison.

A cancer.

Tomorrow if the entire gang died,

we would still have fucking deaths every five days.

And we would still be standing around, absolutely worthless,

unable to stop it!

Go home.

You need to get some rest.

Your badge, Natalia.

You'll end up seeing I'm right.

Remember what I’m telling you.

Everyone else do the same.

This is yours.

I came to give it to you and to tell you I can't.

I can't be with you while people are dying.

- Mónica, please. No, don't... - I can't love you like this!

Sorry.

We return to our continued coverage

from the streets of central Madrid

where we have seen the worst day by far since the start of the Spanish Revolt.

More than 300 people have been arrested,

46 injured, three of them in critical condition

and two new deaths in addition to the loss of Javier Piñares.

The Minister of Internal Affairs admitted this evening

that the situation is spiraling into chaos.

And all this one week before the start of the Summit

of European leaders at the nation's capital.