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THE MINIONS OF MIDAS

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50 DAYS EARLIER

Social unrest continues
to surge on the continent

and violence is now threatening
political stability.

A violence that has been
spreading intermittently

from nation to nation
throughout Europe,

without clear motives,
without clear demands,

and no discernible leadership.

Though it's taken time,
it's clear that Spain

is also experiencing
its brand of this unrest

with what is now being called
"The Spanish Revolt."

It all began two weeks ago, sparked by
what started as a peaceful protest

of an electricity rate increase.

Little by little, thousands of people,

from every walk of life, have joined.

We're fed up,
you don't want to see that.

Now it's too late.

We're done with your laws
and your political parties

so listen very carefully.

Your days are over.

This is the first battle of a war.

We are unstoppable!

And you're the ones who are
going to be afraid now.

- Is that for me?
- That's for Mr. Genovés.

Dear Mr. Genovés,

We request that you sell the necessary
numbers of shares in your possession,

up to the sum of
50 million euros in cash.

Good morning.

We have no desire to pressure you unduly

so we are allowing you ten days,

starting today, to carry out our demands.

Also, if you prefer,

we will accept payment in installments.

Please bear in mind
that we can not accept

any payments of less than
five million euros.

Come in.

Rest assured, Mr. Genovés,

that we don't have even the slightest
feeling of animosity towards you.

You will soon understand that,
like yourself,

we are simple businessmen,
with one small difference:

we are devoted to a certain kind of belief

which although is incredibly lucrative,

it demands the elimination
of certain ethical scruples.

We would therefore be very grateful

if you'd refrain from involving the police
in our nascent relationship.

When you have understood
and accepted our conditions,

place a personal ad
in The National Observer,

including your initials
indicating your agreement.

It'd be preferable if this occurs
before October 1st.

And if it doesn't,

a person chosen at random will die
that day on Avenida de Valvanera

at sunrise.

We do not know that person.

And you don't either.

But only you can save them.

Until then, cordially yours,

The Minions of Midas.

Gloria!

You're still here?

Good evening, sir.
I'm just about to leave.

- Should I put that away?
- Yes, thanks.

Put it in the back room for now.

It was a gift.
I don't know what to do with it yet.

Mr. Victor?

What's up?

Why don't you let me start
unpacking the boxes?

No, let's do that together, Gloria.

Most of it's just paperwork.
I'll let you know.

Do you need anything else?

No.

No, thank you. Get some sleep.

Good night.

Good night.

You moved into this place
eight months ago.

When you settle in, you'll feel better.

THE MINIONS OF MIDAS

THE MYTH OF KING MIDAS

MIDAS ORGANIZATION

MIDAS EXTORTION

THE TEMPTATION OF MIDAS

Come on.

Go in!

Sit down, miss.

You are in no danger here.

Welcome.

I understand that you just landed
a few hours ago.

I don't think you feel
very happy right now.

Thank you for coming.

I don't usually cover this kind of story.

- I'm not a war reporter
- I know.

I didn't choose you for that.

We share the same profession.

Please, I beg you to turn on your recorder
and we'll begin.

I, uh, collaborated with
this criminal regime for 28 years.

I have been lying
for this government all this time.

I'm here with you now,
then soon I'll be with other journalists

to admit my responsibility in all of it.

The thousands of deaths,
the dead children,

and the exterminated generations
that will never come back.

Too little, too late.

It's the only thing I can… offer.

That and the information I possess.

One of the leading banks in your country

has been financing this government
for six years.

It makes huge profits from the sale
of arms to this government.

They do it through two European banks
and a Libyan one,

all belonging to the conglomerate
of Banco Industrial in Madrid.

The details of all the movements are here.

The worst of all is that it's legal.

But the Banco Industrial…

Are you sure that I am the right person?

Your newspaper has a good reputation.

And I read your article
about the Central Bank.

Impulsive,

but honest.

Why now?

I was born here.

So was my son.

And I think I will die here.

Things can keep getting worse.

Always.

I just can't keep looking the other way.

Just nine months ago,

hardly anyone knew the name
Víctor Genovés.

Then suddenly he became CEO

of one of the nation's
leading media groups.

To the surprise of everyone,

he inherited the financial empire
of Antonio Malvar.

Today, the Malvar Group has
overcome the fragile situation

that was brought on
by the death of its founder,

and now investor interest in the stock
is quite bullish.

Víctor Genovés.

- Congratulations and welcome.
- Pleasure. Thanks.

Let's start with an obvious question…

Why you?

Well, I'd have to say…

INTERVIEW WITH VÍCTOR GENOVÉS
CEO, MALVAR GROUP

…that's the question
I keep asking myself.

You were very close with Antonio Malvar.

You must have some idea why he chose you.

Antonio Malvar was very unusual.

Not your average businessman.

He had unshakable faith in our system,

something that's not common these days.

He believed profit could become
a social driving force.

But it wasn't about just earning money.

He believed it was crucial to be proud
of how you earned it.

I suppose managing
The National Observer,

the group's main paper,
is proof of that.

Uh-huh.

Hasn't it been a long time
since that old paper

has been able to turn a profit, though?

The National Observer has always played

a fundamental part in
the democratic transition of this country

and that continues.

So you may say it's an old paper,

but it's still a symbol
to a lot of people.

Well, it's a symbol,

but that's not sustainable
in the long term.

Fucking bitch!

And the only blemish, by the way, experts
see in your management of the Group.

Well, with the Internet

a lot of media companies began
making cuts, slimming down.

We chose to double down on our strength,
we committed to quality and prestige.

Let's go, Genovés is expecting us.

Our goal is to become
the leading newspaper in Spain,

and over the long term,
a major business.

We waited until we had it
about nailed down.

Congratulations on getting that interview.

The reality is they're selling arms,
Víctor. Lots of arms.

To a dictator.

We followed the trail between
the sale of those arms

and the massacre in Al Bayda.

Two hundred dead, among them 60 children.

Clearly we have a story here.

That bank has financed our group
the last 15 years.

They gave us a line of credit
on millions of euros.

Not to mention, they own
4% of our company shares.

It's not a story, it's a bomb.

What's more, The Observer
is still the newspaper it is

because I persuaded lots of people

to accept its losses…

including the Banco Industrial.

All I can say is, I've worked
six months to get this story right.

And it's an absolute scandal.

and I owe it to Said Alfaad.

Let's suppose this is real,
totally real,

and putting aside your personal sentiment,

why do we have to publish it?

Why publish something that could stop us

from publishing other stories
just as important?

We have no choice about this.

And my personal sentiment aside,

as well as business reasons,

it's the right thing.

There's always a choice.

Fine.

Mónica…

I have a lot of work to do. Goodbye.

Thank you for seeing us,

but I should warn you, Víctor,

- if you don't publish this, somebody will.
- Has everything been checked out?

We're still waiting on corroboration
from the CEO of Banque France.

He's the connection to Industrial.

- As well as a few other statements...
- Go and get it finished.

What are you doing?
Where are you pushing?

- There. Let me...
- Not this way. The other way!

- Oh, come on…
- This is no good. We should tip it over.

Yeah, sure. what, are you crazy?

I'm gonna get a drink.

- It's a little early, isn't it?
- So what? I'm retired.

Jeez, 11 years together,
this is all that bastard leaves me.

A piano that sounds awful.

- Good to see you so cheerful.
- Yeah, over the moon.

I've been abandoned at 64,

now they're taking 32 euros a month
out of my pension.

I have a piano that
can't be moved out of the house

and now I find out my only daughter
spends her weekends in Syria,

with bombs falling on her head,
for God's sake.

For only one day.
Don't exaggerate, Mom.

If this story is going to boost
your career, what are you worried about?

Looks like they won't publish it.

I could have no choice
but to put it up on the blog.

- Give it to another paper.
- Nobody would touch it.

They're gonna blackball me in the media…

and they'll pile on the shit
until nobody will touch me again.

Is this necessary?

The company's refusal to publish it

doesn't change my duty
as a journalist, right?

Would you bury a story
just to save your job?

Why do you have to
save the world on your own

and pay the price while
everyone else looks away?

Because I'm not everyone else.

So, you think you're better than everyone?

Maybe…

but I gotta do this.

I'm proud of you, honey.

Come on…

Help me get that junk out.

Tell me, what do you plan
to do with that piano?

Sell it!

Right. Just leave it
on the landing until then.

I don't know what to do with it.
Just help me get it out of here.

Turn it towards you.

MURDERERS - CROOKS

DISOBEDIENCE FOREVER

I don't think
this area is very… safe.

She changed it last minute.

Who knows why?

She always looks for places
that are different…

and odd.

That's how she is.

This is it.

Should I wait for you?

No, that's all right.

I'll find my way back.

I'm worried about
when she'll let me leave.

Oh, by the way…

You're a Real Madrid fan,
I got two box seats.

You want 'em, you got 'em.
I don't have time.

Yeah, great.

I'll bring them down tomorrow.
Good night, Diego.

Good night, sir. And thanks!

Come in.

- Good evening.
- Thank you.

Víctor Genovés, the prodigal son!

Jose Alva…

Good to see you.

Got here fast.

I dreamed about this.

I mean the crab, you know.

Yeah.

Madrid has gotten a little tacky.

It's so determined to look like New York.

After living there, it doesn't come close.

This place has been here almost a century.

- Did you know this place?
- No.

Sorry I missed your coronation.

It was discrete.

Very expected for everyone.

You weren't among the favorites.

You made a lot of people jealous.

Mm-hmm. I've heard their whispers.

But nobody said it to my face.

I'm so proud of you.

And you? How's it going?

All those rumors swirling…

Dopa Digital,

the "Queen of the Platforms,"

you chose Spain
for your European launch.

I got a little homesick.

We came to Spain
to give the people what they expected.

Everything all right?

Thanks, Sergio.

Inherit a girl with your throne?

Managing the inheritance…

has drained all my energy.

But I'm doing fine.

And Tom?

It's over.

He started to get into politics,
an incredible bore.

But I agree. It's much better this way.

Tell me you remember Boston.

You remember that, right?

I remember Boston.

You know I'm living in a hotel suite,

like a fucking rock star in retirement.

With 11 senior VPs.

My puppy dogs.

We have the whole floor all to us.

I got my eye on you.

You may be little…

but you're competition, nonetheless.

I really missed you, Jose.

I'm going.
I have to get to the conference.

I made you lunch, it's on the stove.

Elena,

turn it off at 11:00.

Okay.

I didn't sleep at all last night, Lucia.

No.

No, that's not what happened.
It's just talking and managing the program

really stresses me out.

Yeah. Listen, just tell those guys

that I need the Excel
for the first three months right away.

I want to go back over...

There isn't really much weight
to this scandal.

A sale of arms to a sovereign government,
whether you like that government or not,

it's totally legal.

Almost half a million people died
in Syria, Mr. Valente.

And you were hiding these transactions.

"Hiding" them?

You talk to me
about those deaths in Syria.

And I'm asking you:

Is that my responsibility?

Those are not my deaths.

What about Banco Industrial in Madrid?

And Arana-Vélez?

It was profitable for everybody.

No doubt. In fact,
it's been profitable for six years.

Yet, the sale wasn't officially logged
until less than a year ago.

Mr. Valente, what made you change
your mind and grant me this interview?

In 2014,

three corporate entities

each bought what came to 22%
of the shares in my bank.

Those entities have now ceased to exist.

- Those corporate entities…
- Those entities

were wholly owned by the Banco Industrial.

Everyone knew that.

You're confirming the Banco Industrial
bought your bank and knew about the sales

to the Syrian regime
all along, since 2014?

My answer is yes.

Motherfuckers!

Go back to your mansions!

What's going on?

Dear Mr. Genovés,

As you'll have discovered,

we have punctually upheld
our side of the deal.

A person died this morning.

We trust this will serve to convince you
of the seriousness of our intentions.

Should you fail to contact us
within the next ten days,

another innocent victim will be sacrificed
on the 11th of the month near the opera.

We hope this finds you
in the best of health.

Cordially yours,

The Minions of Midas.

"She says the idea was total bullshit."

That's a quote! Says it just like that.

So he says, "Yeah, it may be shitty."

Then he tries to justify it…

Can't make this shit up!

Víctor, can you believe that?

Yeah, I was just thinking…

Inspector Conte.

Thank you for coming.

Follow me, please.

You realize
I don't usually make house calls.

I'm quite aware of that,
but under the circumstances…

I'd prefer not going
into the police station.

So you made a call
to the Ministry of Justice.

That's right.

Have a seat, please.

The woman who got run over
was Susana Ruiz Plasencia.

She was 45 years old
and she had two children,

both of them minors.

No record of any criminal activity.

May I see the letter?

I threw it away.

But oddly I still have the envelope.
It's in here.

As I explained
to the Secretary of Security,

I got an email after the hit-and-run.

They say they did it
and set a new payment deadline.

In eight days, theoretically, I either pay
or another innocent person will die.

This is a pretty strange case…

Mr. Genovés.

Putting aside this one email,
there's no objective difference

between the death of Mrs. Ruiz
and any ordinary hit-and-run.

It could have been an accident.

Might even be some lunatic

claiming responsibility for it
just to make a little cash.

The letter…

it specified where and when
it would take place.

The letter…

that you threw away.

Look, Mr. Genovés, this…

Whatever else you say, this is ostensibly
extortion, and that's how we'll proceed.

That means I will require
your full cooperation. Obviously.

We'll have some questions to ask you
about your family and your associates.

We'll need three or four hours.

And I'm gonna ask the judge for permission
to tap your communications.

I thought you should know.

All of my communications?

If this matter isn't resolved on its own,
and you want to solve the problem,

I'm afraid that's what we have to do.

I hope you're not
suspecting me, Mr. Conte?

That's absolutely not my intention, no.

Listening to you, it sounds like you think

I want you to solve a problem for me.
That's not the case.

This is a police matter
and it's your job to look into it.

I'm just the guy who alerted you

by going through the channels
I felt were appropriate.

You could put it that way.

Here.

Is that all?

My secretary will show you the way out.

Thanks again for coming, Mr. Conte.

Thank you.

This way, sir.

They'll be here all night as well?

Yes, Laura.

So instead of spending
a second with your boy,

you hired some goons to watch him?

How are you going to tell him?
Because I'm not gonna do it.

Exactly the same way I told you, Laura.

It's the riots and the disturbances.

I'll explain that it's just
a temporary precaution.

By hiring some guy
to watch his every move,

what you're teaching your son
is that the world is full of people

who are dangerous and want to hurt him.
That's what you're telling him.

Laura, for God's sake. Would you stop
trying to twist everything that I say?

- I just want to protect both of you.
- You're so full of shit…

I'm running late.

They'll be here at seven.
They'll take care of it.

Where's Marcos?

He's in his room.

I'm gonna go hug him
and make plans for the weekend.

I want to take him fencing.

He stopped going to fencing
two months ago, Víctor.

How come you stopped fencing?

Did something happen?

Were you bored?
Were the other kids not as good?

Marcos, I'm sorry…

I wish I was able to practice with you.

Since I became chairman,
I haven't had a lot of time.

We can sign you up again if you like.

Huh?

Or something new.
Is there any other sport you want to try?

I don't know.

Can I use that chair?

I got homework to do.

The inheritance
complicated everything, huh?

I've always loved this house.

You're gonna be late.

And you can change
from camera to camera… like this.

It's very simple.

And it's set up so you can access it
from your phone or any other device.

Okay. And your men? How long until...

They're on site. Nothing to worry about.

Your son's in good hands.

Call me if you have any questions.

- Mr. Genovés.
- Thank you.

- Go right in.
- Thanks.

Good morning.

Morning.

Ah, well, Mauro and Julián,
our in-house attorneys.

Silvia, my secretary.

Javier, in the corner there, is our CFO.

And you all know Isabel, our Media VP.

Right. And this is Mónica Báez,
our journalist.

Have a seat, please.

We've been carefully
going over the material

you sent over to us this morning.

And it's, uh…

interesting.

It's interesting?

Everything you cite is legal.
Absolutely legal.

It's "absolutely" immoral.

That's not the issue, Luis. We're not here
to be guardians of morality.

- We're here to sell newspapers...
- Excuse me, but we actually do have...

We owe everything to this company,
it keeps lots of families fed,

including our own.

Publishing would be like
shooting a hole in our lifeboat.

Unacceptable business ethics.

Let me see if I have this straight,

in order not to break your code of ethics,
we're supposed to just send ours to hell.

Is that correct?

The problem is simpler than that.

You're asking us to take on an enemy
100 times bigger than us.

Now if we're acting in self-defense,
sure it'd make sense,

but this is an unjustified,
premeditated attack.

Then what are all of us sitting here for?

If it was as simple as you're saying,

there wouldn't be eight people
talking about it.

Isn't the moral indifference

of one of Spain's largest banks
sufficient justification?

Or the fact that they're keeping
a murderous regime in power?

A half million deaths,
isn't that enough?

Not to mention Alfaad,
who risked his life for this.

Of course it's legal.

It's legal, that's the story here.

Javier, can they do it?

Cancel our loans?
They most certainly can.

And call in our credit bill, as well.

If it's not important,
I have to get going.

I've got two big meetings that
are already running late because of this.

Isabel, if you walk out those doors,
you're fired.

There's no meeting you have to attend
that's more important than this one.

There's another problem:
they might decide to sue us.

- Could they win?
- No idea.

But it would be a drain of our resources
and a stroll in the park for them.

I don't know, Víctor.
All this theater wasn't necessary.

You could have called me and said,
"The answer's no." The end.

Let's go, Mónica.

Hang on.

- They wouldn't dare.
- Who wouldn't dare?

The Arana-Vélez's, not if
the general public is watching,

as well as the government,

especially because
we're important clients.

- No, Víctor...
- But…

We have to make this
bigger and more popular.

Bigger the news, greater our defense,
and the more we'll have them cornered.

- What are you talking about?
- Give me four columns.

We'll launch in the digital edition,

then bombard the TV
with everything we got. Hmm?

We have to go all out.

Make news out of the news.

We have to make this week about Syria.

Spread it like wildfire,
inside and outside of Spain.

Big news about the news.

How are you going to justify
such a reckless move to the Board?

The National Observer is world-renowned
for high quality courageous journalism.

It'll be a huge success
that'll begin a new phase for the Group.

Confidence,

high expectations…

our stock will rise

- But that's something some of us...
- That, Mauro…

is what's correct.

Both witnesses saw a red sedan.

Neither could be sure of the year.

And there's nothing yet about
the traces of paint on the woman's skin.

A red sedan in Madrid.

What is that? Around 50,000 models
over the course of the last ten years?

How about the letter?

The messenger service
doesn't remember the client.

An illegible signature,
and they paid in cash, of course.

The email confirming the order was sent
from an cyber café, no cameras.

Mmm. Did Genovés tell you
anything interesting about his associates?

No.

And we had him
answer questions all afternoon.

Sounds like he's as perplexed as us.

This whole thing's absurd, Alfredo.

The inheritance surprise to everyone.

Some Board members
weren't happy to learn it was him, but…

nothing that fits with the extortion.

The guy has an ex-wife
and a ten-year-old son,

yet they threaten him
with the murder of strangers.

And plus he just came into a huge fortune.

The idea that she'd be the target
of a blackmail attempt is totally absurd.

It makes no sense.

I don't think Genovés is contemplating
giving them the money they demanded.

Of course.

You think you'd pay?

If people were dying…

they'd consider it.

- I'd consider it.
- In this country nobody would pay a euro.

- That's a fact.
- Great…

We got one thing in our favor:

We've been warned about a murder
ten days in advance,

for the first time in our lives,
got the date and time.

All right, if you need something
from Homicide, let me know.

Thanks, Raúl, Tucho.

Prepare the presentation.

I'm gonna put in a request today.

These are the images from the massacre.

And…

hang on.

And on the last pages,
we'll have the biography of Alfaad.

Yeah.

I'm still so pissed by that
"no comment" from Banco Industrial.

Okay, an…

Give it to Formatting, have it ready
to publish in Digital around nine.

That's perfect.

Nine o'clock.

Okay.

Congratulations.

Fasten your seat belts, boys and girls.
Let's get this party going.

I'll do that, commissioner.

And thanks again.

All right, Homicide will give us ten,
we got eight from Anti-Terror, plus us.

- Not too bad.
- Where were we?

So, we said eyes
at least on that roof, right?

Right, and I want to make sure
we got good coverage in the square.

BANCO INDUSTRIAL OF MADRID
FUNDED THE AL BAYDA MASSACRE

No. I said, "No".

I'm not asking for a pay raise,
not asking for overtime,

I'm not asking for benefits,
not a contract.

All I'm asking is for you
to change a fucking shift

so I can get to a dance audition!

Fine… I'll see what I can do.

Well, thanks.

Don't mention it.

Tomorrow…

tomorrow will be full of complications.

You should stick close to your lawyers.

Once your phone starts ringing,
it's not gonna stop.

Let's hope so.

We'll see.

I suppose you're aware this is…

probably gonna be my last story, so…

Exaggerating.

- As usual.
- No.

I think this is the end for me, Víctor.

You're gonna be fine, Luis.

Otherwise,
I wouldn't have let you publish it.

Mónica Báez…

She know what she's doing?

More than that,
she believes in what she's doing.

She's got courage.

Hey, how long since you've been
in some kind of serious relationship?

Listen, man, if I had time and the brains,
I'd devote it to my son.

I'm starting not know who he is.

I should be with my wife.

You got divorced four years ago,
when you got stopped drinking

Mm-hmm. Exactly.

It's the balcony.
Eva, take a look over by the newsstand.

Sky 1 here. All clear.

Sky 2. All clear here.

Sky 3. All clear.

We're watching any movement
in the Plaza de Oriente.

Sky 4. All clear here. Over.

Ground level, got anything?

Ground 7.
Nothing at the newsstand.

Moving towards Vergara.

Ground 4.
Following a guy carrying a long bag

wearing a hoodie, heading north. Over.

Ground 4. False alarm. Over.

- …northwest rooftop.
- What's up?

Individual, possibly armed.

Repeat: individual
on the northwest rooftop.

Can't see from our position.
Anyone else have a visual?

Balcony here.
Confirming, there's a guy on that roof.

Impossible to know if he's armed. Over.

Sky 3. We can't see
anything from our position.

Sky 2. We have a visual
of the individual on the roof.

We can confirm he is armed.

- I repeat: He is armed.
- He's right there.

All units.
Regroup around the movie theater.

Sky 2 here.
We have a clear shot on the suspect.

Awaiting your orders.

Maintain your position.
Hold fire. We want him alive.

Sky 2. He's loading his weapon.

Repeat: he's loading his weapon.

He's standing up.
He's aiming at civilians.

Permission to open fire.

- I can take him out.
- Don't shoot to kill.

Suspect is on the run. I repeat…

Have all units move in on that building.
Do it now!

All units.

Move in on the movie theater. Let's go!

Down there!

Suspect now running down Costanilla.

I have him.

We have a clear shot of the suspect.
Permission to open fire.

Negative, hold your fire!

Ah, fucking shit!

Stop! Stay right there!

Don't move!

- Police!
- Show me those hands.

- Get on the ground, now!
- On the ground! Hands up!

He's got explosives!

Gun!

- Good evening.
- Mr. Genovés.

I think I'm gonna read your paper tonight.

Good idea, Juan. That's why it's there.

…police operation ended

when the alleged terrorist
was killed in a shootout.

As of yet the Banco Industrial of Madrid

has made no comment
about financial transactions involving…

- Mr. Genovés.
- Hi, thanks.

…as reported this evening by the
National Observer in a bombshell exposé.

That news has, however, been making waves
in the market already with shares down…

Wait in the car, Diego.

Inspector.

Why don't you come up?

I'm fine here, thanks.

Looks like
they killed that lunatic.

Not exactly, Mr. Genovés.

He is dead, that's true.

But this wasn't what we expected.

In any case,
there was a victim killed in that place,

at the time exactly as predicted
by The Minions of Midas.

What do you mean, "victim"?
Who was he?

His name was Manuel Corona.

Not long ago he had
a food distribution business

that went bankrupt
during the financial crisis.

More recently he's been been
drowning in debt. Then, suddenly…

more or less a week ago,

he paid off all those debts.

His wife and kids disappeared
about a week ago, as well.

No one knows where they are.

Wait. Wasn't he armed?
Didn't he shoot at you?

Well, yeah, he was armed.

But the bullets were blanks.

Nevertheless,
he started shooting at the police.

We're still investigating, of course,
but the working theory right now

is that Mr. Corona
gave his family a new life

and paid for it with his suicide.

He showed up at the Plaza de Ópera
and made sure he wouldn't come out alive.

He had this letter on him.

Obviously, we've kept the original.

But you should read it.
It's addressed to you.

I have to go, Mr. Genovés.

We have a dozen officers
joining the investigation.

I'm sorry to say, but this looks like
it's just the beginning.

Read it.

Dear Mr. Genovés,

We deeply regret to learn

that you've decided to include
the police in our relationship

and also increase your expenditure
on personal safety.

You misjudge us.

You'll soon realize that
your life is necessary to us.

We wouldn't want to hurt you or
those near you for anything in the world

for one simple reason:

Your profit is ours.

Be more careful, Mr. Genovés.

After you've paid us, you'll need
the money you're throwing away now.

The second victim has expired
on the date foretold.

We're in no hurry, but,
in order to be more persuasive,

from now on, we'll kill every five days.

And given that you've decided
to involve the police,

we'll inform you of the new location
only a few minutes before,

or as the incident occurs.

Cordially yours,

The Minions of Midas.