A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
"We are aware that, currently,
your role at the Malvar Group is in jeopardy.
Therefore, we would like to inform you
of certain financial irregularities that impact Enrique Wilson.
The mere possibility of making it public will certainly make him change his mind
at the next board meeting.
Remember: Your gain is our gain."
Good morning, Mr. Genovés. How may I help you?
The letter you slid under my door. Who gave it to you?
Nobody.
It was in the mailbox at the front desk.
I didn't call because it was so early.
Why do you ask?
No, no reason.
Thank you.
Have a good day.
Have a good day, Mr. Genovés.
Patricia Sánchez Elvira?
-Yes. -Yes.
Javier Ruiz Gómez-Luján?
-No. -No.
Sabino Rojas Bustos?
-Yes. -Yes.
Dolores Bernal Landiríbar?
Yes.
Enrique Wilson Malvar?
No.
-No. -Enrique?
Santiago Garrido Balderas?
-No. -Enrique?
No.
Eloísa de Celis Ferrer?
No.
This concludes the voting during the extraordinary board meeting.
Since a majority has not been reached for a motion for dismissal,
Mr. Víctor Genovés Neira will remain President of the Malvar Group.
The meeting will be adjourned once all attendees sign the minutes…
M. OF M. NEW TEXT MESSAGE
PASEO DEL PRADO, TEN MINUTES
…their outrage over the health reform
and the Government's lack of understanding despite their continuous pleas.
DEMONSTRATION AGAINST LATEST HEALTH REFORM
At the moment, there are 400,000 demonstrators
according to organizers.
The Government says there are 180,000.
We'd dare to say this last number is…
I'm calling the Director. He should run this.
Don't call him.
…as all our viewers can see on their devices.
-There's no time, Alfredo. -Don't. I'll take responsibility.
What are you saying?
Protocol would force us to clear out those 250,000 protesters.
It's too risky. Don't call him.
Yes.
Show us your badge number!
Protesting is our only weapon!
As you can see, this has been an entirely peaceful protest so far.
Perhaps, this is an attempt to respond to government claims,
which had discredited demonstrations
and associated them with riots…
Eight minutes.
Regardless, there is a significant police presence…
Let them decide, Alfredo. But we have to call now.
We can't sit back and wait in front of the TV.
Someone is going to die.
-We can go now, right? -Technically…
we can't end the meeting until the President signs the minutes.
…these are hopeful faces, and we can also see how proud they are
of the strength of their protest.
There are thousands of people shouting their slogans in unison.
Wait a minute.
The Director is on hold.
…fellow journalists are seeing this in every provincial capital across Spain…
Seven minutes.
…there are still people in Atocha, where the march started over an hour ago.
The massive crowd has completely filled the Paseo del Prado.
It seems people are constantly joining in the demonstration.
It must be the case, because local police are saying
they have no choice but to start seriously redirecting traffic…
Let's tell them.
Here's the lead detective.
Sir,
we got word of an attack
on the Paseo del Prado.
In seven minutes.
Something is happening.
Police vans are approaching.
There seems to be some sort of altercation.
Riot police officers are getting out of their armored vans.
It could be an attempt to disband the crowd,
but we haven't got any confirmation so far.
We're trying to verify the information.
Wait a second… Officers seem to be trying
to disperse the crowd.
At least at the Paseo del Prado, around the Neptuno Fountain…
Once again: The police are charging at protesters
at the Paseo del Prado.
We just got information it is happening at Cibeles, in front of the City Hall.
We have yet to get confirmation from the authorities,
but it is clear that the demonstration against health reform in Madrid
is being dispersed with the use of force.
This response is absolutely disproportionate.
As we were saying,
so far this protest has been completely peaceful.
Riot police are using significant force,
and stampedes are happening at several points.
We see many people on the ground, getting hit.
Even though some demonstrators have decided to resist
and face the riot police,
most people are running away from this violence that--
Hold on… We can see that there's someone on the ground, motionless.
They were left behind in the avalanche of protesters.
The person is still not moving
and seems unresponsive as officers approach
to see if they are all right.
It is very hard to watch
this unfortunate live footage--
…fallen protester remains unconscious.
He is not moving at all, and no one dares to move him.
Officers are securing the area and trying to clear a path for the nearest ambulance.
Protesters seem to have dispersed significantly.
The police have succeeded in closing off the area surrounding Neptuno Fountain.
The ambulance is approaching the individual, who still has not moved.
Bravo!
Send it out.
Víctor.
I don't know how you did it, but…
I know you played dirty.
I hope it works out.
Back to business.
See you at tomorrow's meeting.
Yes, hold on.
Listen, I'll call you back. Sorry.
Víctor, the phone hasn't stopped ringing.
-I have the first-- -Not now, Daniel.
All right, but I hope you'll tell me how you did that.
…live to report on the ongoing confrontations we have seen
at the Paseo del Prado.
We have just identified the man who became
the first casualty of The Spanish Revolt.
His name was Javier Piñares, 34 years old,
father of two, a three and five-year-old.
He had come to Madrid just to support the health care protest.
I was talking to the Secretary of State.
If they wanted your head, I'd have given it to them… but they don't.
Fuck, Alfredo. You made a serious mess.
Because of the new org chart, do you know how many people I report to?
Three.
Including the Managing Director and the Secretary of State,
there are five.
Six people, including me, closing ranks
to keep it an internal matter and save your ass.
It would all make sense if you could at least guarantee
that we were not the ones who caused the death of that protester.
That's what the media says.
That's what everyone thinks.
Can you guarantee that?
-The message was clear-- -What message?
A text message indicating the street. That's all you got.
I'll ask it again.
Can you guarantee that we're not responsible for the death?
There were two accidents,
a suicidal lunatic, two emails…
Your Minions of Midas are on the verge of not existing.
And maybe they don't.
Maybe they're a businessman's fantasy.
Or yours, Alfredo,
which is worse.
Next time, tell me before you make the call, dammit!
I bought some wine I couldn't afford.
You shouldn't have. Come in.
We have much to celebrate, right?
You're still the president. How did you do it?
I didn't do a thing.
You were out all morning and did nothing?
Enrique Wilson changed his mind. That's it.
He was bluffing and folded.
Is something wrong?
No.
You should be incredibly happy.
And I am.
Exhausted, too.
Aren't you?
I'm exhausted.
We should get some sleep tonight.
Well…
We'll see about that.
I know what's going on.
What?
You're my boss again.
It's all over between us.
It's not funny.
I'm worried.
But I've decided that…
I'll take a few days… to figure out what I'll do.
When protesters are in danger, clearing the area is standard procedure.
They followed the protocols in place for events of this nature.
We don't have any additional information.
What I can say is that I won't hesitate to hold anyone accountable.
-Yes? -Thanks.
Is it true that the detective in charge of security at the protest received a call
warning of a terrorist attack?
One thing is certain:
Violent groups that infiltrated the march caused the first stampedes.
Madam Secretary, the fatal stampede began after the police moved to clear the area.
The Police had already received the warning.
Look, we're investigating it. But based on the information I have,
the warning was unrelated to the circumstances that sadly caused…
Alfredo…
I'm sending everyone home.
Their shift ended a shift ago.
We are fully aware of the seriousness of what happened.
I assure you that we…
You should rest, too.
…the social tension and the damage this entails for government institutions,
the economy and our citizens.
Lastly, I'd like to highlight the impeccable work…
We must take a detour.
Lots of streets are closed off from last night.
Did you hear? They burned a bunch of cars, dumpsters…
They even set fire to a police station.
All because of that guy, the protester who died.
Excuse me, sir.
Are you planning on eating at Montes next Friday?
You usually go there on Friday.
What?
I have a doctor's appointment right around lunch time.
It's close to Montes. I can drop you off and pick you up after.
Sure, that works fine. Don't worry.
We haven't made it this far due to good management,
our abilities or business acumen.
We've made it this far because of our loyalty.
Loyalty to certain principles and to the people.
A company that is proud owes that loyalty to the society that embraces it.
It must tend the land that feeds it.
And El Observador Nacional…
is the way we do so.
That is why, while I'm the president of this Group,
we won't throw in the towel or haggle over the price of the newspaper.
We will protect its true essence,
which sets us apart from others.
Our platform and content are what's most profitable.
Did he tell you what happened?
Why would he tell me?
…but content does not define us.
El Observador does.
El Observador…
defines us…
because it shows our determination
and allows others to see us
as trustworthy people.
Antonio Malvar knew it.
The market knows it.
Today, everyone wants to buy the Group's shares
because we're trustworthy.
Sure you don't need anything?
No, really. I'm fine, thanks.
Hey!
Let's go.
-Are you okay? -Yes.
I need… to get out of here.
-Is there an exit this way? -Yes…
Come on, breathe!
Breathe. Lean against the wall.
Should we go to the hospital?
Take me to your place.
Take me to your place, please.
Okay.
…really cast doubt upon the role of the police in society,
and significant public pressure led to the resignation
of the Assistant Director of Operations of the National Police
in the wake of Javier Piñares' death at yesterday's protest.
Salvador Yagüe, President of INRP.
Amid growing inequality
and obscene displays of wealth,
the police dedicates most of its time and resources,
both of which are funded by the people, to protecting private property.
WE WON'T FORGET
I WON'T FORGET
Good evening, sir. May I see your ID?
Sorry, Detective.
JUSTICE
ALWAYS IN OUR HEARTS, YOU'RE INCREDIBLE
WE AREN'T RESENTFUL BUT WE'LL REMEMBER
WE'RE ALL JAVIER PIÑARES
Murderers!
Víctor?
What is it?
Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.
-Are you all right? -Yes.
Mónica…
I don't…
I don't want you to think I don't care about you…
or that I…
You need me to go.
For a few days.
I just need a few days.
I thought I could handle it all and look at you and smile,
but I can't.
I can't.
There are…
things going on in my life that I must take care of.
MURDERED
JAVIER PIÑARES MARTYR
"THE SPANISH REVOLT" INTENSIFIES
Violent clashes,
looting,
Twenty-three people wounded,
and 192 people arrested.
This all happened yesterday, the third day since Javier Piñales' tragic death.
That's what's happening in Spain on October 25.
We'll leave you with the news.
Thanks for watching.
That's a wrap!
Thank you, everyone.
That's a wrap, everybody. Thanks.
Well, we're done.
See you later.
How is it going, Mónica?
Tell us. Are they still giving you a hard time over the Industrial story?
Nothing we can't take.
Are you sure?
Some of the criticism seemed very… credible to me.
You let yourself be fooled by the complexity of finance, and…
that's their smear tactic.
Sure…
And Valente is a saint and has… a conscience now,
like all of El Observador's sources.
Shut up, Jaime.
Yes, I was about to call you.
Do you know why Valente agreed to comment?
No…
I don't.
Luis, tell me you were also surprised when he corroborated the information.
Were you as surprised as I was?
Mónica, you haven't heard, have you?
Heard what?
Alfaad is dead.
He was found handcuffed, shot in the back of the head.
They didn't even bother to cover it up.
That was fast.
Listen, I'm sorry.
-Come over. -Okay.
Don't fucking touch me!
How are the interrogations?
We have singled out 87 protesters.
Only four of them are suspicious.
A little… suspicious.
Actually, most made statements willingly.
We only singled out a fifth of the ones we identified,
who were only 10% of all the protesters.
I'm aware.
You know what's funny?
None of them think we're investigating
the warning that was leaked to the press.
They all think it's an excuse to dismantle the Revolt.
Apparently we work for the government.
Do you think it was one of them?
No.
That's great news, Raúl.
I have news, too.
Good luck, Alfredo.
We identified the man in the parking lot. It's Diego's former co-worker.
He owes him because he bought Diego a car a few months ago.
He's paying him in installments, under the table.
The envelope contained payment…
It's unrelated.
What do we do? Do we keep following the driver?
I've got lots of people to watch.
And Diego most likely only had to take a dump at Genovés's house.
I have to go.
Sorry, son. You scared me.
You forgot I was here, didn't you?
No… Marcos.
Marcos.
I was actually thinking we should go hiking on Saturday.
What do you think?
We haven't done that in a while, right?
Want to go hiking this weekend?
I found a new trail in Segovia. It's beautiful.
You'll love it.
Okay?
I'll take you to your mom's.
This Saturday. Don't forget.
I'll pick you up at eight.
-So now you're drinking in front of me? -Yes.
Want some?
Come on, it'll help us finish the article. You'll see.
It's been a shitty week.
Precisely.
To Alfaad.
Would you do it?
What?
Do what he did, knowing it would be the end of him.
No, I'm not cut out to be a hero.
Although guilt can be more compelling than we usually think.
Right?
The man spent years collaborating with that regime.
Too many deaths on his hands.
My sins are much smaller than his.
And, yet, they weigh me down.
What sins are weighing you down?
Tell me.
Let's say…
My job has made me cross the line more times than I care to admit.
I'm not sure it was only guilt that drove Alfaad.
No?
The time I spent there…
It seemed like he really wished to…
give meaning to his life, his legacy.
To find a reason for all this.
How about you?
Don't you have some sins weighing you down lately, too?
You're leaving me for him, right?
It seems he ran off.
I'm such a loser.
My mother says so.
She also says it backfired on me.
Should I leave you some food in the fridge?
Gloria…
I saw you talking to Diego yesterday… over the cameras.
What about?
Don't know. Small talk. I can't even remember.
That small talk took a long time.
Do you promise not to say anything if I tell you?
I promise.
He asked about your new girlfriend, the journalist.
What did he ask you?
He wanted to know if she moved in,
if she came over when you're not here…
That was it.
Okay.
-Should I fix you something? -I don't know… Gloria.
I'll try to be back before you're done.
What?
My doctor's appointment. I mentioned it a few days ago.
Yes, of course.
"Dear Mr. Genovés,
Have you ever wondered why you are where you are,
why you occupy such a position of power?
Do you believe you've actually earned your position?"
Mr. Genovés?
Someone left this for you.
Who gave it to you?
I don't know, a young man came in.
"In any case, while you're enjoying your meal,
we continue to work very close to you,
for you.
Come out on the street and marvel at your work."
Call an ambulance!
It's Toni, the neighbors' son.
Call an ambulance, Rafa!
"Do you still think you can beat us?
There will be a new victim on the 31st.
And every five days after that, until the end of your days… or your fortune.
Think about it, Mr. Genovés.
In a world made for the fittest,
who will survive?
Sooner or later, you'll understand
we are the result of social selection,
the natural culmination of the order that you and everyone else accept.
We are the future.
We are the inevitable.
Sincerely,
The Minions of Midas"
Conte.
I was told he was coming.
-Welcome. -Detective.
I'll take care of it, Tucho. Thanks.
Mr. Genovés.
Did you bring the letter?
Yes.
Thank you.
The building above the restaurant has a big roof terrace,
where he often played most days.
Once again, everything suggests it was an accident.
And I don't believe this letter could prove otherwise.
What about Diego? Was he really at a doctor's appointment?
We're looking into it.
His cell phone is being tracked, just to be sure.
-Weren't you tailing him? -Look…
Right now, all we know is
your driver spent some time at your place and had a conversation with your maid.
So far, his actions fit his job as your bodyguard.
He knew well in advance that I was going to eat there.
He drove me, saw his doctor, and returned just after it happened.
We'll soon find out if he really went to the doctor's.
-Did he drive you here? -Yes.
I said… I was coming to make a statement about the accident.
Good. Keep it that way, please.
VICTIM 5 26/10/20 MONTES DE GALICIA
Let me buy you a beer?
I know that, at first, it may seem a bit hasty,
but I assure you it'll help you overcome this difficult situation.
These are Toni's parents.
Víctor Genovés was eating at Montes.
He agreed to make a statement.
Thank you so much.
If you'll excuse us…
Don't you get the feeling that the Minions of Midas know us very well,
that they know how the police work, how to address you,
that they know exactly how the system works?
You mean, the letters?
Everything.
I'm talking about their ability
to make their crimes go unnoticed,
getting them mixed in with all the everyday deaths.
I'm talking about the lucidity of their actions.
I mean, they clearly are a bunch of criminals.
But… their writing style, it's like they're old-fashioned revolutionaries,
as if they were a military unit born out of The Spanish Revolt.
-You mean they have an ideology? -I don't know. Maybe.
According to them, they just created a great business.
Right?
Money in exchange for a clean conscience.
I just keep asking myself
if they chose you precisely because
you're a businessman… with a conscience.
I can't ever follow you, Detective.
Doing business is one thing.
Killing is totally different.
The Minions of Midas don't see a big difference between killing for money
and letting people die to keep one's money.
If you're suggesting I should pay
because you cannot stop this carnage, just say so, please.
That's not what I'm suggesting at all, Mr. Genovés.
A child's death affects us, too.
Did you ever stop to think how much
they must spend on planning these murders?
Instead of investigating the Revolt, find out who has that kind of money.
We're working on it, believe me.
Do you have anyone in mind?
This conversation is pointless. Do your fucking job, Detective.
Sorry, I have no cash on me.
Life can be hard sometimes.
I'm so sorry about what happened.
What a coincidence… the same day as my appointment.
It must've been horrible.
Don't worry.
-Yes? -Are you with Diego?
Yes…
Listen. Don't say a word.
After tracking his phone, we know he wasn't at the doctor's.
He was at your penthouse.
-Are you going home? -Yes.
How far away are you?
Not far.
Perfect. Don't do anything, Mr. Genovés.
I'm sending two squads to arrest him. They'll be there within minutes.
Got it?
Yes.
All you have to do now is remain calm.
Pretend this call never happened.
Okay.
-Talk to you later. -All right, thanks.
What time tomorrow?
I don't… know yet. I'll call you.
All right.
Diego, can you come here a second?
Of course.
You knew what was gonna happen, right?
What?
You knew about the boy.
What did I know?
You took me to the restaurant because you work for them.
Who is "them"?
The Minions of Midas.
I don't know anything about a Midas.
No, of course not.
What did you do when you came to my house that day?
Don't give me that "reports" line. You were in there 45 minutes.
-Why'd you ask about Mónica? -What are you talking about?
Tell me the truth.
-That's the truth-- -Tell me!
Or what? What are you gonna do?
Who do you think you are, asshole?
Think you can laugh at me?
Who are they, motherfucker? Who are they?
You're crazy!
-Who? -I don't know!
-Who, motherfucker? -I don't know!
How do they contact you?
Tell me the truth!
-I don't know… -Tell me the truth!
I don't know…
Ladies and gentlemen of the board,
I called you here today to let you know
that I'm… a furry beast.
The key to golf is…
is the drive…
and butt positioning, okay?
You stick your butt out and…
Like my club? Do you like my golf club?
Yeah? Do you want to touch it?
Greetings from the sky!
That's all I did.
I didn't steal anything.
I didn't hurt anyone.
How long have you been using your boss's house?
Five or six months…
Soon after I started working for him.
It was only a few times.
Have you ever sent these videos to anyone?
A couple of friends, just for laughs.
Sometimes I got laid there,
as if it were my house.
What? What's so bad about that?
That sick place is wasted on him!
That guy is so boring.
He seems nice, friendly. But he's the most uptight guy ever.
Arrogant bastard. He thinks he's a big deal because of his inheritance.
That inheritance was pure luck!
Did you know your boss
installed security cameras at Genovés' house recently?
Did you?
No… but I don't give a shit. Got it?
Can I leave now?
I need to go to a police station to press charges.
Fucking loser…
Get within 100 meters of a police station, and I'll split your head open.
Don't worry. He won't press charges.
You can't do anything like that again, Mr. Genovés.
If you have any doubts or suspicions,
call me and let me know, all right?
Go get some rest.
You need it.
I'll have someone drive you home.
Dad, can we go around the lake on our way back?
Yes, but it's actually a reservoir.
Marcos!
Marcos, it's nothing. Let me see it.
Let me see if there's a cut. Don't move your leg.
Please…
Marcos, let me see the cut, please.
Marcos, let me see the cut.
Marcos! Let me see your le--
I'm sorry, Dad.
Forgive me, son.
Forgive me.
I didn't want any of it.
The inheritance…
I didn't want all this… responsibility.
It's all right, Dad. I know you're really busy with work.
See you Wednesday.
Can I have a hug?
-Bye. -Bye.
Marcos…
Don't tell your mom, okay?
Please.
I need to tell you something.
Give me a summary.
Everyone is very tired… and annoyed. All of them.
It's a lot of pressure, Alfredo.
Of the investigation, Natalia.
The boy's autopsy shows signs of struggle,
but they're inconclusive.
They could've been from playing at school that morning.
We'll keep asking questions, but, so far nobody saw a thing, not one neighbor.
It seems everyone's too busy in this city.
What the fuck is going on, Natalia?
How come we have nothing?
Tell me, what am I doing wrong?
Am I losing my mind, or are The Minions of Midas like God?
Maybe I should step down. You can take over.
Would it help you sleep better?
Five people are dead, Natalia.
Five fucking deaths.
Yesterday, it was a kid.
We're doing everything we can.
We're going above and beyond protocol.
Close to 50 people are on it. Everyone's working overtime.
-Everyone-- -It's not enough!
You're not God either, Alfredo.
What could I or anyone else do differently?
Well, something has to change
because all this is useless if we can't prevent
more innocent people from dying. It's useless!
Okay…
We'll talk when you cool down.
We'll prevent a death.
We'll pay.
Then we'll catch them by following the money.
That way, we can at least prevent the next death.