A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
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WE'RE LETTING IT HAPPEN
[yelling in distance]
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POLITICAL AND SOCIAL EQUALITY
NEW POST
THE MINIONS OF MIDAS
-[loud bang] -[gasps]
[riot noises continue]
[crowd yelling]
[glass shattering]
[helicopter blades whirring in distance]
[siren wailing]
PUBLISH
[door clanging]
[siren wailing in distance]
[woman whimpers softly]
[door clatters]
[woman panting]
[grunts]
[door slams]
50 DAYS EARLIER
[newscaster] 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.
[man on TV] 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.
[man reading] 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.
[man] 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. -[water running]
Until then, cordially yours,
The Minions of Midas.
[elevator dings softly]
[door opens]
[man] 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.
[Gloria] 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.
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
[electric guitar melody playing]
[indistinct street noises]
[gasps]
[distant explosions]
[distant gunfire]
[man speaking Arabic]
[in English] Come on.
[man yelling faintly]
-[explosions] -[gunfire]
[man speaking Arabic]
[continues in Arabic]
[man in English] Go in!
Sit down, miss.
You are in no danger here.
Welcome.
[men yelling is distance]
I understand that you just landed a few hours ago.
[explosion]
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.
[recorder beeps]
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…
[yelling and gunfire continue]
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?
[clears throat]
I was born here.
So was my son.
And I think I will die here.
[men yelling]
Things can keep getting worse.
Always.
I just can't keep looking the other way.
-[explosions] -[gunfire]
[reporter] 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.
[laughs]
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.
[Víctor] 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.
[reporter] 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.
[Víctor] 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.
[man] Let's go, Genovés is expecting us.
[Victor] 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.
[man] Clearly we have a story here.
[Víctor grunts]
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.
[Víctor] There's always a choice.
Fine.
[man] Mónica…
I have a lot of work to do. Goodbye.
[door opens]
[man sighing] 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.
[banging]
[woman] What are you doing? Where are you pushing?
-[Mónica] There. Let me-- -Not this way. The other way!
-[sighs] 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.
[Mónica] 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!
[Mónica] 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
[driver] 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.
[driver] 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!
[both laugh]
[Victor] 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.
[laughs]
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?
- [Víctor grunts] -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.
[laughs]
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.
[Víctor laughs]
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.
[helicopter blades whirring]
[steam hissing]
[stove beeps]
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.
[Elena] 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--
[car accelerating]
[people shouting]
[indistinct chatter]
[siren wailing]
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.
-[glass shatters] -[brakes screech]
[man] Motherfuckers!
Go back to your mansions!
-[Valente] What's going on? -[clamoring outside]
[man reading] 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."
-[all laugh] -That's a quote! Says it just like that.
So he says, "Yeah, it may be shitty."
Then he tries to justify it…
[conversation continues indistinctly]
Can't make this shit up!
Víctor, can you believe that?
Yeah, I was just thinking…
[Victor] Inspector Conte.
Thank you for coming.
Follow me, please.
[Conte] 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.
[Conte] 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?
[Víctor] 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. -[scoffs]
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.
[video game noises]
[Victor] 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?
[Víctor sighs]
I've always loved this house.
[Marcos] You're gonna be late.
[man] 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.
[elevator dings]
[panting]
-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.
[Víctor] 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?
[Javier] 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? -[Mauro] No idea.
But it would be a drain of our resources and a stroll in the park for them.
[Luis] 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. -[Mauro] 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.
-[Javier] 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.
-[Isabel] 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.
[Isabel] 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
-[Mauro] But that's something some of us-- -[Víctor] That, Mauro…
is what's correct.
[man] 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.
[inspector] The inheritance surprise to everyone.
Some Board members weren't happy to learn it was him, but…
nothing that fits with the extortion.
[Conte] 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.
[man] 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. -[Conte] 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.
[telephone ringing]
These are the images from the massacre.
And…
hang on.
And on the last pages, we'll have the biography of Alfaad.
[Luis] 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?
[Conte] Right, and I want to make sure we got good coverage in the square.
[indistinct conversation]
BANCO INDUSTRIAL OF MADRID FUNDED THE AL BAYDA MASSACRE
[presses whirring]
[man] 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.
[jazz music playing]
[Víctor] 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?
[Víctor laughs]
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.
[laughs] You got divorced four years ago, when you got stopped drinking
Mm-hmm. Exactly.
[man on radio] It's the balcony. Eva, take a look over by the newsstand.
[man 2] Sky 1 here. All clear.
[man 3] Sky 2. All clear here.
[woman] Sky 3. All clear.
We're watching any movement in the Plaza de Oriente.
[man 4] Sky 4. All clear here. Over.
Ground level, got anything?
[woman 2] Ground 7. Nothing at the newsstand.
Moving towards Vergara.
[Tucho] Ground 4. Following a guy carrying a long bag
wearing a hoodie, heading north. Over.
Ground 4. False alarm. Over.
-[woman 3] …northwest rooftop. -What's up?
Individual, possibly armed.
Repeat: individual on the northwest rooftop.
[detective] 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.
[woman 4] All units. Regroup around the movie theater.
Sky 2 here. We have a clear shot on the suspect.
Awaiting your orders.
[detective] 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.
[gun shot]
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!
[brakes squealing]
[siren blares]
Down there!
Suspect now running down Costanilla.
[sniper] I have him.
We have a clear shot of the suspect. Permission to open fire.
[detective] Negative, hold your fire!
Ah, fucking shit!
[man panting]
[siren blaring]
[Tucho] Stop! Stay right there!
Don't move!
-Police! -[Tucho] Show me those hands.
-Get on the ground, now! -[Tucho] On the ground! Hands up!
[grunts]
[Tucho] He's got explosives!
[gun shot]
[sirens]
[man] Gun!
[gunfire]
-Good evening. -Mr. Genovés.
I think I'm gonna read your paper tonight.
-Good idea, Juan. That's why it's there. -[chuckling]
[man on TV] …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…
[Víctor] Wait in the car, Diego.
Inspector.
Why don't you come up?
[Conte] I'm fine here, thanks.
[Víctor] Looks like they killed that lunatic.
[Conte] 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.
[Víctor] 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.
[Víctor] 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.
[man reading] 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.