Rotten Legacy (Legado)

- Hey, hey! - I gotta get this report in.

- Hey, where's that edit at? -

No, I'd feel comfortable.

Andrés, where have you been?

-Where do you think? -It's a complete shit show.

Everything between your father and Aguirre.

-We've gotta pick a side in this. -No.

We don't. It's fine. I'll write the editorial myself.

Ah.

Where's… the intern we've got?

Um… uh… the Logroño kid.

-With the freckles. -I don't know. Why?

'Cause he's got some great coke, that's why.

Andrés. God.

-What's wrong? -Seriously?

You act like you've never done any blow with me. Come on.

Oh well. It's not gonna be as fun this way, but whatever.

Andrés… Andrés, what're you doing? Andrés, get down. Andrés! Get down!

Sorry.

Oh!

Sorry! It'd be priceless if I got up here to give an epic editor's speech

and then killed myself.

But no! It's all good.

All right, I just wanted to say… that you guys are all awesome.

Every single last one of you.

And uh… isn't it bullshit…

to be alive right now at a time when people prefer

to make up dances on… on TikTok

instead of reading a newspaper?

Whatever.

I suppose you've all heard by now that they're kicking me to the curb.

So I decided I might as well give myself the luxury

to do whatever it is I want.

And damn it, why not?

Like, for example, um, where's Beatriz?

I'm gonna ask Beatriz out to dinner.

I feel so sorry for her.

She's probably hiding right now, terrified.

Don't worry, I don't need an answer now. So where's Edu?

Oh, Edu! Edu! Edu!

At his desk! Edu! I've screwed you around a lot, haven't I?

I always act like I can handle everything so well,

and sometimes, things get the better of me.

I do wanna make it up to you. All right? Okay?

I'm sending you… to cover the Champions League.

The… the whole week. All expenses paid.

And go ahead. Take Sandrine. Go ahead. Fuck it.

The paper's paying anyway, so take her.

Anyway, that's… that's really all I kinda had to say to everybody. Uh…

I hope you can all think a little more about what's important to you

and a bit less about your work.

Although, I know you won't do that

because there's amazing journalists in here.

And uh… Hmm.

It's been a privilege… just being your editor.

If my dad had spent even half the time I've spent

working with this fine staff,

he wouldn't have had the nerve to…

to write that awful, garbage article he wrote.

That's all.

- Bravo! - Bravo!

- Oh! -

ROTTEN LEGACY

Fede, you didn't invite us here to talk about tenders and refinancing.

What do you need?

I need your help in dealing with Aguirre.

I know your people do a lot of business with his investment fund.

So pressure him to leave me alone.

Get him promoted, uh… get him sent to London, whatever.

But get him out of Progresa.

We can't, Federico.

As much as we'd like to help you, we can't play around

when money's involved.

And they have a lot.

Hello, Federico.

Recruiting help to sabotage your own newspaper?

This may not go down so well in a courtroom.

Also, what's going to happen when they ask these gentlemen

and this lady to testify?

Will you ask them to lie?

Hey, if your only ammunition is some gossip among friends,

I'll be all right, I think. Fortunately, in this country,

there are laws guaranteeing freedom of expression

and the right to criticize.

How sweet.

It's been exciting seeing you in action, up close like this.

You're clearly a, um, top journalist.

Now you just repeat that same thing word for word in court.

Suárez de Mariño will turn into putty in your hands.

Remember him?

The man loves talking about you, for sure. Yeah.

He remembers very well the articles the newspaper ran

on his individual vote in the Wolf Pack case.

I'm going to ask for his recusal then.

I wish you luck with that.

Or perhaps we negotiate your leaving Progresa.

Let's get to the point, Federico.

Let's see. I'll offer you two percent more

than what the share price is tomorrow.

It's simple, it's quick, it's easy. No dragging you through the mud.

I'll throw in some cash too.

You receive a generous amount for your future and for your children,

whatever you want.

Do you really want to go to court? Huh?

Hey, I get it.

It must hurt to have all these "stock market brats" throw you out,

but… well… what if you lose?

-Well, I'm not planning to. -I hope so.

If that happens though, you will be forced to pay everything from your own assets.

I don't know if you've stopped to check

how the share price has tumbled since your little piece.

Because I have.

There's a bunch of zeros, Federico. A bunch of zeros.

-Do you really want to risk it? -

I think it's a good out, Federico. Hmm?

Listen to your friends, all right?

Think it over, run it by your children, if there are any that still talk to you.

But before the market opens tomorrow morning,

I'm gonna need to have your decision.

Anyway, you all enjoy.

I hope it's the last time all of you end up meeting without me.

-And I'm taking care of this. -

-I… - Federico, are you okay?

-Good afternoon, -Manuel Medrano Arraya?

Yeah, yeah. That's me.

We'd like you to come with us to the station.

Um… Okay, but why, may I ask? What's going on?

Do you need me now? I've gotta pick up my girls from school.

Sir, I'm very sorry about this, but we've got orders.

Give me a minute to find someone to pick up my girls.

-Put the phone down. -One minute, officer.

They're two small girls. I can't leave them alone.

Lupe, hey. Can you pick up the girls? Or have someone else do it?

-Something's come up. Wait a minute. - Let's go.

-Nice and easy. -Give me my phone!

Nice and easy. Let's go. Right here, please.

Let's go.

- Fuck. Vargas. -

I don't know what's going on, but they're not treating me very well.

Mr. Medrano. Don Manuel.

What's this about? What… Acting like we don't know each other.

So this house on Calle Valdepinos. That's yours, right?

Yes. Yeah, yeah.

So we've found, uh… human remains on your property.

We haven't identified them yet.

Uh… Uh… Um…

Vargas, please just tell me you can help me here.

Do you have any clue how they could've gotten there?

I'm begging you. Just please help me out.

Please, you can't do this to me.

Please.

Hi. I was passing by here and I figured I'd pop in

and see if I could give you a ride to work.

I thought we could talk about stuff.

And also, I get to see this house which absolutely blows me away.

-Um… - Wow, what a dream house.

-Just a minute, wait a minute. uh, Rocío-- -Rocío, what a surprise.

Come on in.

-What's going on? -We've decided it's going to be you, Lola.

I know Lupe told me that it would be… pretty difficult to convince, I just…

I still wanted to try.

Ah.

Pff… You know me, hon, I just, uh… I can be stubborn.

I just know in my heart, Lola,

that you would make an absolute brilliant minister.

Yeah, that's what I said too. Exactly.

And furthermore,

I know both parties would accept you because you're independent.

And you're so involved in all our cultural affairs,

like art shows and… and music.

And everyone thinks of you as the best mayor this town's ever had.

Oh, well.

Everyone remembers what they want to.

-And full of humility. -

You'd liven up this government. You sure it's a no?

I'm sure.

And besides, I don't want the stress you ladies have, huh?

- - But thank you.

Well then, I tried my best.

Give me five minutes, okay? And we'll go together.

I'm not so sure.

Because I'm pretty pissed off about this little sham

you pulled with your mother.

You better not come in today. I mean, was it so difficult to tell her?

Ah shit.